#he is so stunningly graceful

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I will never ever get over this photo

#he is so stunningly graceful #the GLASSES #he looks so good #pedro pascal #javier peña #javier peña narcos #din djarin #frankie morales #triple frontier #oberyn martell #joel miller #javi gutierrez #dieter bravo #ezra prospect #pero tovar

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 5

Caught Masturbating with Tommy Shelby

"Caught In The Act"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: Tommy has somehow fallen through time & made a new life in the modern day with you. He wants more than friendship & an awkward encounter makes you confront that idea.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - masturbation, voyeurism, sex toys, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, very light dom/sub, a little bit of fluff

Tommy wasn't quite sure what to expect when he opened the door to your small apartment and immediately heard the sound of your voice moaning and whimpering. He immediately went to reach for his weapon, suddenly remembering that he was unarmed. He was still getting used to living in this new century and the fact that he no longer had a reason to be armed.

It was all still a mystery as to how he ended up here. He had no idea how he had taken one breath in 1930 and the next in 2023. Neither did you, but that didn't stop you from helping him. Even though to pretty much anyone else, his story made him sound utterly certifiable. Instead of judging or turning and running the other way, you were kind and caring.

He slowly began approaching your bedroom, and the sound of your voice became louder. The closer he got, the clearer it became that your whimpers were not of pain or fear but of pleasure. He had dreamt about hearing you make sounds like that since the moment he first met you. 

You had been so sweet to him since he ended up here. You showed him kindness in a way he was completely unused to. Allowing him to stay in your spare room and helping him learn to navigate the modern world. He had become quite smitten with you, actually. You had given him the chance of a fresh start. A chance he was determined to seize.

You also weren't afraid of him. You would talk back to him and call him on his bullshit. Your modern feminism serving you quite well when mixed with your sharp wit. He hated to admit that it gave him butterflies when you laughed openly in his face about doing some chore he always thought to be 'woman's work'. He knew damn well you wouldn't be serving him anytime soon, and frankly, he found your demeanor refreshing. 

You were also stunningly beautiful. In a way that was all your own. Tommy Shelby was well accustomed to interacting with and even seducing attractive women. He had been married to two beautiful women. Both Grace and Lizzie were enchanting, but you were a creature from another world entirely. 

All of these things had him utterly spellbound by you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't spend his evenings imagining what it would be like to be yours and for you to be his. He had a suspicion that underneath your sweet exterior was a devil waiting to come out at the most intimate times. He wanted to be the one to unleash it.

He often thought about you sneaking in to join him in the shower after you overheard him stroking himself. Picturing you dropping to your knees in front of him. Staring up at him through your eyelashes. Water droplets starting to roll down your body, your nipples pebbled and at attention from the temperature change. Wanting to help take care of him, since you knew that it was because of you that his cock was throbbing.

It was because of all the fantasies he had about you that he kept walking towards your door. Stopping only momentarily when he saw your door was cracked open. Your voice was now crystal clear as you whined and moaned, but now he could also hear a soft buzzing and a wet sound. There was now no doubt in his mind exactly what you were doing. You were masturbating.

His suit pants tightening at just the thought that he was catching you playing with yourself. He really was trying to turn over a new leaf. To be a better, more respectable man than he had been. He knew that peeking through your open door was the wrong thing to do, but he just couldn't help himself. Not when he was still a devil at heart, and you sounded so angelic.

What he saw when he looked through the cracked door was immediately worth any guilt he may have felt. It was by far the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life. You were naked from the waist down with the t-shirt you had slept in rucked up to expose your breasts. Up on your knees with your face turned to the side and your shoulders pressed down into the mattress, your ass up in the air. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth dropped open. Your hair dishelved and a little sweaty. Both of your hands busy between your legs. 

In his time vibrators and other sex toys were uncommon. Really, they were just being invented. So seeing you with a vibrator in one hand pressed to your clit, and a big fake cock in your other hand  greedily ramming it in and out of your tight little hole was nearly enough to have him cumming on the spot. You were taking what you wanted, what you needed, and doing it with zero shame or hesitation.

He could see the dildo glistening with your slick everytime you pulled it out of your cunt. Judging from the ring of white cream around the base of it, you must have already been fucking yourself for a while. His hand was already moving to palm himself over the fabric of his pants. Gripping his length and wishing his cock was that toy stretching your pussy. Biting his lip to keep from groaning and giving away his presence.

All that went out the window, however, when you started to moan again. Clearly getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Your hips thrusting to meet the toy and the wet squelch of your cunt getting louder. As you chased your climax you started to speak. Letting the fantasy in your head spur you closer to cumming. It was what you said that sent Tommy spiraling further into his own lust alongside you.

His name. You said his name.

"Oh fuck, yes Tommy. Right there. Fuck! You feel so good. Need you to make me cum again."

You said his name while you were fucking yourself with your toy. You were imagining your toy was his cock. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. No, you said you needed him. Needed, not just wanted him.

He felt his member pulse and leak at your admission. Before he even realized what he was doing, he brought one hand up to rap lightly against your doorframe. Officially announcing his presence before moving to open the door wider. It didn't leave you any less startled by the sudden intrusion at such a private moment. 

He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as you scrambled to cover yourself. Pulling your shirt back down to hide your breasts and grabbing at the covers to conceal the mess between your thighs. Quickly trying to stash your toys under your pillow. Not that he couldn't hear the wet suction of your cunt desperately trying to hold onto the dildo as you pulled it out. Or your vibrator still buzzing under the pillow that you were now pretending you didn't hear. Not that you didn't look like you had spent the day fucking yourself silly anyway.

He slowly entered your room. Fully aware of the tent in his pants. Knowing that it gave away the fact that he had been eavesdropping on you. His smirk turned into a grin as he saw you notice his erection. Involuntarily licking your lips. Obviously, still in need of satiating your desires despite your embarrassed blush.

"Tommy, I thought you had gone out. How… how long have you been home? … how long have you been standing at my door?" 

His eyes dropped to the floor momentarily, debating how to answer in a way that wouldn't make you think he was a creep. Even though you both clearly desired the same thing. Now he had discovered that he could give it to you, but only if he played his hand diplomatically. 

"I did go out, but then I came back. Decided that I enjoyed your company far more than anyone else I could have run into. As far as your other questions… I was worried when I came back and heard you moaning. I thought maybe you had fallen, but I was obviously very mistaken. You are definitely not hurt, but you do seem to be in need of help. Help that you seem to want me to offer, and it would be remiss of me not to tell you that I desperately want to provide that help. That I think about you at night and wish I could be in your bed instead of my own. That I daydream about fucking you on every surface of this apartment." 

By now, your mouth had fallen open at his admission. Clearly, you hadn't been expecting him to confess all this. He confidently strode closer to your bed, bringing himself to stand right at the edge of the side where you sat. Your eyes roaming his body before eventually falling back to his bulge before quickly jumping back up to his blue eyes. 

"Now, my beautiful girl, I heard you call out my name before. Pretending that toy that you're hiding was my cock. I'd be surprised if you haven't heard me calling out your name as I fuck my own fist. Pretending I'm fucking your pretty little cunt instead. So I think it's safe to say we both want the same things, but I'll ask anyway. Do you want me like I want you?" 

Tommy moved to sit himself down on the bed in front of you. Bringing one hand up to your cheek and letting his thumb pull lightly on your bottom lip. He could see the lust in your eyes, and you quickly nodded your head. Whispering a soft breathy "yes" that made him smile wider because now he knew he could really have you. 

He brought his other hand to your waist and slowly brought his plush lips to yours. The kiss began soft and tender, but before long, it started to become more heated. Both of you starting to feel the need to finally feel each other grow. 

Tommy carefully lowered you down to lay on the bed. Throwing the covers off of your legs so he could run his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs. One of your hands moving to the longer pieces of his hair and the other starting to toy with the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He still insisted on wearing a suit nearly every day, and you were thankful he had apparently already ditched his waistcoat and jacket before he heard you. 

One by one, you undid the buttons on his shirt. Opening just enough that you could slip your hand inside and feel his bare chest. Your fingers dancing over his dusting of light brown chest hair and the edges of his tattoo. You wanted to rip his clothes off and let him take you. To let him bring your fantasies to life, but you knew that before you lost all sense of self-control, you needed to figure out what exactly this was. So you lightly pushed him back far enough to separate your lips from his. Enough to look into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Wait, Tommy, hold on. I'm not the person that just fucks people. I'm not good at the no strings attached thing. If that's what you want this to be then we are better off just finishing this each by ourselves. Pretending neither of us ever saw or said anything."

He chuckled at your statement. Not because it was funny, but in disbelief. Could you really not tell the spell you had him under? Did you really think he would spend so much time thinking about you if he only wanted you for a night?

"Oh no, princess, we do this it means you are mine. It means you are mine, and I am yours. Like I said, I want to fuck you and love you on and against every surface of this apartment. That will take far longer than one night. We do this, there is no getting rid of me." 

With that, he forcefully crashed his lips into yours, desperately trying to convey how badly he truly wanted you. The feeling of your fingernails gripping into his back through his shirt only spurring him on. Like squeezing your heels into the sides of a horse, your actions only making him move faster. 

He reached down to pull your leg up over his hip as he continued to kiss you. Moving down to suck and bite at your neck as he ground his pelvis down against you. Automatically, he could feel the heat from your sex through the fabric of his pants and boxers. Reminding him again of how he had found you. How you were still soaked and ready for him. 

A growl fell from his lips as he bit your neck when the sensation of your slick started to soak through to his cock. Rutting his hips into you harder and pulling the most beautiful gasp from you that turned into a wanton moan. Suddenly any trepidation you had been feeling had fled and your animal urges took over. 

You immediately brought both hands to his shirt and proceeded to rip it open. Sending buttons scattering before shoving it back off of his shoulders so Tommy could discard it. He moved on to his pants just as quickly. Getting the button and zipper undone while he took off his undershirt.

You were just able to shove his pants down to his knees when he pushed you back flat on the bed. Quickly taking off his slacks, leaving him in just his boxers before returning all his attention to you. Slowly dragging his hands up the outsides of your thighs to start pulling your shirt up your body. His eyes studying each new inch of flesh revealed to him.

When your shirt was finally high enough to reveal the treasure hidden between your thighs, you thought Tommy might actually start to drool. You were soaked, and your thighs were messy with your arousal. Your clit was swollen and puffy from your vibrator. Your lips flushed and your hole was still gaping slightly from where you had your dildo buried inside of you. The only thing missing from the picture was the sight of his cum leaking out of you. That would have made it perfect.

"Fucking perfect." 

He whispered under his breath before diving down to pepper your stomach with kisses. Biting at your hip bones and stealing a single taste of your cunt before continuing upward. He knew he would be back with his head between your legs later that night. Right now he couldn't wait to be inside you, but he had to finish getting you naked first.

His lips danced over your soft stomach, and his teeth nipped at your ribcage. Nuzzling his nose at the bottom of your breasts as he started to pull your shirt up over them. Keeping his face close to your skin and reveling in your sweet noises. Adoring every part of your body. Smiling against your skin when you finished pulling your shirt off and threw it to the side. Your body finally completely bare for him.

You were getting impatient with his slow pace. As much as you were enjoying his touch, you had been ready for him to fuck you before he had even entered the room. You tried hard to suppress the needy moans that escaped your lips as he studied every inch of your naked body.

"You are even more beautiful than I fantasized." 

As nice as his compliment felt, you were nearing the end of your rope. You needed to feel him inside you, or else you feared for your sanity.

"You've already got me in bed naked and horny, Thomas. You don't have to lay on the flattery. I'm on the pill so just hurry up and fuck me."

You reached down to grab his erection. Squeezing firmly over the fabric of his boxers before shoving your hand inside to start stroking him. Your whimpers were nearly louder than his as you felt every vein on his length and circled his tip only to find him leaking and wet for you. 

Through staggered breath and the most beautiful groans and growls, he finished his thoughts. His hips started to rut into your hand as pumped his cock perfectly. He mentally thanked the advancements in birth control that he wouldn't have to wait or pull out. Although he always preferred bareback anyway, with both horses and women.

"It's not flattery if it's the truth, and it is the truth. Like I said, I've thought about this. A lot. Now, lay back on the bed for me like a good girl."

You did as he said. Pulling your hand out of his boxers and licking the precum off of your fingertips as you laid yourself out for him. Legs spread and back arched in a sinful tableau just for him. Letting him sit back on his heels and study you for a moment. His eyes devouring every inch of you. 

A cocky smirk on his face, he stared right into your eyes as he pushed his boxer shorts down over his hips. His cock finally free and standing proud. Tommy wasn't sure he had ever actually been this hard before, and it was all because of you. It was all for you. 

You groaned at the sight of his thick cock. It was even bigger than your toy was. Biting your bottom lip and grabbing your own breasts. Toying with your nipples as you thought about how good it was going to feel to finally have his cock inside you after all these months of wanting. 

He didn't break eye contact with you as he gripped his length and gave it a few slow strokes. Using the precum dripping for his flushed red cockhead to prepare himself. Enjoying the feeling of you watching him. Especially now that you knew he spent nearly every night doing just that thinking only of you. 

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do. Just like you did with that fake cock of yours." 

Tommy descended on you like a predator caging in its prey. His arms braced on either side of your head. His chest pressed to yours. His cock now shamelessly rubbing against your wet cunt. Sliding up and down against your lips and the ridge of his swollen head teasing your clit. You could hear the wet sounds coming from between you. 

The most desperate noise you ever made pulled from your throat before you could answer. Right before you did exactly what he told you and begged for his cock like you had with your toy. Your eyes pleading for him to finally take you.

"Want your cock inside me, Tommy. Need you to fuck my tight little pussy and make me cum. Want to cum on your cock. Want to feel you cum inside me." 

A growl came from the back of his throat. He was very pleased with how you begged for him. He lowered to nip at your bottom lip. His eyes were nearly black with only a sliver of the normal bright blue remaining. 

"That's a good girl. Normally so nice and sweet and proper, but not in the bedroom, eh? I could get very used to hearing you talk like a slut for me."

He brought one hand to drag down your body. Making sure to stop and tug at your nipple before continuing its path between your bodies. Moving his cock so his fat tip sat right at your opening. 

Slowly starting to push inside of you. With how wet you were, he could almost slip right in. Your warmth engulfing him and making him swear under his breath. No one had ever felt as perfect around him as you did. 

"Oh my God, Tom."

You whined at the stretch of him. Even after spending so much time fucking your toy, Tommy still made you feel delightfully full. His length immediately brushing up against your g-spot that was still swollen from fucking yourself. It felt like he was made for you. His slow shallow thrusts immediately starting to push you towards orgasm, and your moans and whimpers starting to push him towards his.

"Can't believe you were holding this perfect cunt back from me this whole time. Well that's not happening anymore, love. I'm never leaving your pretty little pussy ever again." 

His thrusts started to pick up pace when you greedily nodded and agreed. Pushing his hips into yours with more force as he dropped his head to bite and suck at your neck. One hand coming to dig your nails into his shoulders, and the other was moving to pull at the longer pieces of hair on the top of his head. 

Your own hips starting to roll underneath him to meet his thrusts. The sound of your bare skin slapping together starting to echo around the room with the squelch of your wet cunt as an accent. Both of you already breathing heavily. The realization dawning on both of you as soon as your cunt started squeezing his shaft that this round wasn't going to take very long. Tommy could already feel little spurts of precum dripping from his cock into your cunt each time you contracted around him.

"Oh fuck, darling. I'm so close. Where do you want me to cum? Want me to fill you up princess?"

His declaration made the band start to tighten in your low belly. 

"Fill me up, Tommy. Cum in my pussy, baby. I'm close too. Keep talking to me. You're gonna make me cum." 

An evil smirk on his face as he gave up, trying to hold anything back. His hips starting to piston into you. The headboard of your bed beginning to bang against the wall as Tommy began pounding into you. His intense blue eyes locked with yours and his nose nuzzling against you as he spoke. Urging you on.

"That's it, love. Don't hold back. Let go for me. Fuck, you feel so incredible. Thought about this every night and it's even better than I could have imagined. Feel like this cunt was made for me. Is this my cunt? Cum on my cock and prove it to me, love. Cum for me." 

All it took was his order to send you over the edge. Your back arching and a ragged moan pulled from your chest as your body began to shudder. The feel of you cumming allowing Tommy to finally let go. His last few thrusts becoming sloppy as he followed your lead into orgasmic bliss. The feeling of him shooting his warm load inside your cunt prolonging your own orgasm.

After a moment to catch your breath, Tommy leaned down to place another kiss on your lips. Less heated and hurried but no less passionate. Then he slowly pulled out of you and rolled to the side. Urging you to lift your head so he could thread one around underneath and wrap it around your shoulder. Wanting to hold you close but not wanting to smother you. 

When Tommy finally broke the silence, it startled you a little. Part of you had still expected him to just get up and leave. You certainly weren't expecting him to say what he did. 

"Thank you."

You couldn't help the guffaw that came from your body. Quickly elaborating before he got the wrong idea from your reaction.

"For what, fucking you?"

Luckily, he seemed to find your response funny and gave a chuckle of his own before he elaborated. His voice getting softer as he let down his armor, something he had rarely done before, and let you inside. Rolling over to face you and wrapping one atm around your middle to pull you closer to him. His aquamarine eyes were bright and clear as he looked deeply into your eyes.

"For everything. So technically yes, thank you for fucking me, but more than that thank you for everything else you've done for me. For letting me stay here despite having no idea where I was or how I got here. For trusting me when I know others told you not to. For teaching me how to navigate this world. For giving me a chance. For all of it. Thank you." 

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Infatuation

pairing: simon basset x fem!reader

warnings: darkish simon? a kiss, young reader (16ish!!) pushy and possessive simon, implied fem!reader and poc!reader, not proof read

notes: idk what to do so i just rambled 😭 this is just a two parter i think. and the storyline is a bit scrambled :) WHAT THE HELL IDK WHY I GOT SO MUCH ENERGY TO WRITE THIS BUT HERES ALL THE PARTS IN ONE DAY!!!! hope you enjoyed <3

PART I

Lady Whistledown: Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season. Consider the household of the Baron Featherington. Three misses foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows by their tasteless, tactless, mama.

Far better odds might exist in the household of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters.

Or perhaps in the loving household of the Marquess of Anderton, Lord and Lady Y/L/N? With their two eldest sons, known not only for their intelligent selves and gorgeous faces, but for their stunningly bright younger sister, who is not just a pretty face.

Not only are the two families extremely close, but practically family, how very perfect, indeed!

It is only the queen's eye that matters today. A glimmer of displeasure, and a young lady's value plummets to unthinkable depths.

It has been said that, “Of all bitches dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine." If that should be true, then this author would like to show you her teeth.

My name is Lady Whistledown.

You do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly know you.

how on earth had you not yet read this?

one of the things you’d looked forward to besides meeting everyone had been the scandal sheets and you’d missed out on receiving one yesterday.

“this woman seems quite powerful. you know how easily words can ruin someone’s image. it’s interesting to see a lone woman hold so much sway in just her writing. i truly do wonder who she is. any guesses?” you asked pen, daphne and el as the three of you waited for your mothers and pens sisters to catch up as you made your way to the park.

eloise smiled, “it has to be a widow! no married woman would have time for this, she’d have an estate to care for and children pulling on her every day. a widow with her own home and responsibilities. perhaps lady danbury?”

you had to giggle at the guess, knowing whistledown herself was right with you. you’d managed to meet penelope at least, so that was one person of your list. lady danbury would be next with her ball tonight, and perhaps simon as well.

“what’s so funny? i haven’t heard a guess from you!” eloise groaned as you smiled, “i have no guesses besides, pen?” penelope’s head shot up straight away from the ground, “what?” “i was going to ask if you had any.” you could see her cheeks flushing, and her breathing quicken at the idea of being caught out.

and as you all walked together through the park, you’d mistakenly enthralled yourself in conversations, going so far as to walk with your back facing others. walking backwards as to face the girls.

“look out!”

before you’d fallen you were caught, by simon.

“i, i am so sorry. i was not looking-” simon smiled, “well that’s obvious no?” he joked as he lifted you up. you straightened your dress out and smiled, “of course. forgive me your grace.” you curtsied, in the presence of the person you’d been most excited to meet, you’d forgotten all about your friends behind.

as they all met him you couldn’t even take your eyes off of him, and neither could he for you. and once lady featherington came around she wasted no time to throw her eldest daughters upon him. the misery in his eyes hurt your soul so you took it upon yourself to rectify the situation.

“your grace!” simon turned towards you, as did everyone else. “yes, lady y/n?” you smiled, “would you like to accompany me, to promenade?” simon tilted his head, pondering your question.

he couldn’t help but be taken aback, usually many girls weren’t so forward. and god were you beautiful. rather than dealing with annoying girls who wanted a title the second they saw him, he could walk with someone he actually found interesting.

“i- would love to.” he smiled as he took a step back, allowing you to walk with him. you could hear the chatter from the girls behind you as well as your mother and violet.

you’d spent so long together, walked for so long your feet ached afterwards. and you didn’t miss the longing stares from other men around, and the women for him.

and even if it had taken so much energy of yours to keep walking, you wouldn’t have given up the chance. everything he said, you replied to. every joke sent laughter rippling through you and you could not help but feel content. he was, even better then the show. and as you got to know him you felt unbelievably happy.

and so did he.

he went home with all his thoughts containing you. he found himself smiling at every memory of his time with you that day. your smiles, your laughter, your beauty, you. and he had no clue why. he’d never been this taken with someone and he found himself struggling with why.

over the season you found yourself taken with him, your family allowed you to attend balls and do as you wish but you were under no obligation to dance or do anything you did not wish to.

yet you found yourself undeniably enthusiastic every time you realised you were going to a ball because you’d see simon. you’d dance, you’d laugh and everything else because he always gave you something to look forwards to, as did you for him, he was truly an amazing friend.

and he was completely besotted with you.

much to not only anthony’s surprise but danbury as well.

and simon was so intent upon being with you.

as much as you liked him you could not help but love how you were. your family was amazing and so happy. you had amazing friends within daphne, penelope and eloise. marriage seemed so far away in your mind and your life was sweet and favourable.

lady trowbridge’s ball was, scandalous, to say the least. you couldn’t believe your eyes when you walked in, half naked dancers spinning around, and quite uptempo music for a woman in mourning.

“lady y/n, may i-” lord wellington was promptly cut off in his endeavour to dance with you by the person you’d been looking for.

“y/n?” simon called out as he made his way to you. “simon! there you are, i was wondering where you’d gone off to.” you smiled at your bestfriend as he made his way to you, nodding in acknowledgement to his friend lord wellington. you thought they were friends at least.

and so did simon, until he saw him coming after you for a dance.

“come along now.” he smiled as you also nodded at the lord, “it was nice to see you my lord.” you curtsied as simon dragged you away.

“oh my god, i thought he would never leave! he tries to dance with me every single ball yet he doesn’t take notice of my indifference towards him!” you snorted as simon laughed louder, “i did not know such an unbecoming sound could originate from such a lovely women!” you scoffed, “that is no way to talk to your best friend!” you fake cried as you wiped literal tears from your eyes, the paintings in-front taking your eye.

simons breath hitched, best friend? best friend?

is that what you thought of him as? he thought the world of you, over the time he’s gotten to know you, he held you in the highest esteem. you were everything to him and he was a mere friend for you. no, he would not have it. who else loved you as he did? wanted you as he did?

“best friend?” simon questioned as your laughter died down at his seriousness, “what?” you giggled as you tried to compose yourself. “you named me your best friend. am i nothing more to you? just a friend? you see me as an acquaintance, as a brother?”

“no i do not see you as a brother, my dear simon.” you smiled, “you are amazing. every day i wake and think of seeing you, for the time i have known you, you have been nothing short of my favourite person. i look forward to seeing you, speaking with you and dancing. arguing over who’s literature is better, who’s right and who’s wrong. i have never known someone’s company besides daphnes to never annoy me. i love you, i do but-”

“but nothing. we love each other, that is all that matters. y/n not a day goes by where i do not wish to be in your presence, to see your gorgeous face. to hear you say my name, to feel you hit me when i say something utterly scandalous. i cannot and will not imagine myself spending my life with no other women but you. you are my other half, you are the air i breathe and the only person whom i’ve ever loved as much as i do. there are not enough words to describe my love for you y/n/n. it is you who i wish to wake up with everyday, it is you who i wish to be with, you who i would start a family with. your laughter that shall echo through my halls for as long as we live. i cannot and will not fathom the idea of you not being here for me, you are made for me.” simons grip encircled your wrists as he pulled you close, his face drawing near as he met your lips.

you never imagined yourself here with simon especially. he’d been nothing short of amazing in your time here, your best friend. but here you were, kissing him.

kissing him?!

you immediately detached from him as you retained your senses and drew your hands to cover your face in shock. “i’m so- so sorry. i do not know what that was your grace.” you rambled as your heart quickened, had someone seen? how could you be so stupid!?

his eyes furrowed at your words, your grace? what was with the formalities, you were to be wed, to be together. and here you were reverting to old habits. “my love there is no need to use such proper titles.”

your head whipped up the second he stopped speaking, “simon do not say such things! endearing terms as such are for, married couples. we are not.” you whispered as you made your way towards the party, but not before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him as you collided with his chest.

he couldn’t let you go, everything, his head and his heart were screeching at him to ‘hold on tight’, to not let you go. so he did what he thought best,

lie.

“someone saw us.”

your eyes widened to the heavens as your breathing quickened again, “no. no they didn’t- they didn’t.” you shook your head as he placed his hand on your cheek to have you look at him. your eyes began to water and he felt himself tense, he hated it. he hated the idea of you being upset, but he was so close to having what he wanted so he continued.

“my dear y/n, i will treat you better then anyone ever could, deep down you know you are better off with me then any other. i love you, we will be together.” simon explained as you buried your head in his chest, you were so young, you hadn’t even properly debuted and now you were to be wed. how did you let this happen?

but a little voice piped up in your head, ‘it’s simon, your simon. the one who is always there for you. marrying him will give you a life of happiness and peace. marrying your best friend is the best thing you could ask for. you loved him when you didn’t know him truly, and now you do. be happy.’

and you wanted to be, simon was so good to you.

but you knew you weren’t ready. with marriage people would expect a child, a family. and your real life, the one back home? what would happen? would you ever go back? or would marrying him cement you in this world, forever.

“shh, you’ll be okay. i’m here, right here my love. you are my love, my heart, my infatuation.”

and you didn’t know it but you were right, the second you allowed him into your life, you were never going to go back home.

#simon basset x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #daphne bridgerton #dark!simon basset x reader #simon hastings x reader #simon basset x fem!reader #bridgerton x fem!reader

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Hai, sweecheeks thanks for accept my request, i'm so really Grateful for that 💋. If you don't mind, do you accept my request again regarding Inuyasha and Sesshomaru.With a beautiful butterfly demon, and sexy but has a fox-like demeanor, she is very elegant and has never been attracted to shika no tama. She just wants to live a quiet life.The beautiful butterfly demon is the girlfriend of Inuyasha and Sesshomaru. (separate) .

I always love you and your blog my dear, sorry I always disturb your time❤️🌹

Hi and no worries! How very unexpected, it‘s my first time writing anything Inuyasha related so I‘m both nervous and excited haha. Let‘s see how this goes.

Inuyasha Characters x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons

Featuring Inuyasha, Sesshomaru and a stunning demon reader.

Inuyasha

“Eh?” Followed by a prolonged pause and confused blinking. That’s the reaction you always get when people learn you’re Inuyasha’s girlfriend. You’re always amused by it and clap your hands in delight, especially because you get to see Inuyasha’s response to it. “What’s so shocking about it?!” He barks, appalled. To everyone’s defense, it is rather unusual to see a demon of such elegance and charm followed closely by a half-human, unrefined mutt.

But you can’t get enough of his antics. He’s raw and unfiltered. He wears his heart on his sleeve and even when he tries to deny his feelings, you can read him like an open book. Most demons are prideful and scheming as you’ve learned in your very long life, but Inuyasha appeared to you like a breath of fresh air and you’re grateful to see someone with a humane side to them. Humans have always fascinated you and Inuyasha is now your source of never ending curiosity.

Inuyasha, on the other hand, took some time to get used to you. You’re stunningly beautiful yet sly like a fox and he was very suspicious of your intentions in the beginning. Always with a smile on your face, he could never tell what you’re thinking. Your graceful display of power would also remind him of Sesshomaru and therefore his inability to compare, given his human side, so he’d quietly retreat into insecure annoyance. He was running an imaginary race for power, until he’d come to the realization that you were never part of it in the first place. You yearn for peace and quiet, completely uninterested in this competition of strength.

In a way, you both complete each other. Inuyasha has helped you uncover an intricate spectrum of emotions that might’ve remained dormant had you not encountered him. And you’ve allowed him to find a sense of peace. In the tumultuous search for the Sacred Jewel, you’ve taught him that sometimes it’s okay to just enjoy life as it is. His desire for power has slowly been replaced by his blooming love for you.

Your guilty pleasure is teasing him relentlessly. You can easily tell just how attractive he finds you and how embarrassed it makes him. So every now and then you’ll ambush him with flirty innuendos and watch him squirm, frustrated and red-faced, while you tilt your head in innocent confusion. You find his genuineness adorable.

Sesshomaru

While Sesshomaru has grown to be more accepting of humans, he can’t help but feel a certain sense of pride about having a partner of your prestige. You’re both powerful demons and your union has only further spread your envying reputation. It feels almost natural that the two of you ended up together.

It was actually you that softened his views towards humans. He found your interest in the feeble creatures to be downright ridiculous and borderline foolish. Why should you, a vastly superior demon, concern yourself with such pitiful matters? Yet this is what intrigued him most about you. You don’t seem to think like other demons and your behavior and actions are often times unpredictable to him. There’s a mysterious twist to your cunning smile and he’s surprisingly eager to decipher it.

Jaken likes to boast his gratitude for you. Ever since you’ve joined them on their travels, Lord Sesshomaru seems to frown less, and Jaken himself has gained a conversation partner that’s not threateningly taciturn and might punish him at any moment. Rin often marvels at your beauty and charisma and wishes she could grow up to be like you. Just like Jaken, she’s thankful you’ve helped Sesshomaru leave some of his hate behind. His eyes hold less malice, and when rested upon your figure there’s a glint of adoration that can be discerned.

Similar to you, Sesshomaru is entirely indifferent to the Sacred Jewel. He’s confident in his strength and abilities and has no need for external aid. Once this entire mess involving Naraku is over, he might even be tempted to give in to your dream of a peaceful, quiet life. He could use some rest, especially if it’s in your company.

Sesshomaru is very reserved in displaying his emotions, though he can be overly affectionate after brief encounters with other males. Your looks are enough to turn anyone’s head and while he is certain you wouldn’t leave him for anything less, he can’t help the faint jealousy that wells up in his chest. He’d rather let it be known who you belong to. You like his possessiveness, but might occasionally tease him by saying that one simply cannot cage a butterfly. It will rest on your shoulder out of its own volition.

#inuyahsa #inuyasha x reader #sesshomaru #sesshoumaru x reader

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ guilty as sin ii ”

jason grace x fem!reader

part two of guilty as sin | pt. 1

a/n the vote was split, so there’s no intense smut but insinuation and make out (overly descriptive bc i didnt want it to be just smutty)

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Death seemed like a nice concept that night. Everything that had happened seemed like too much. Either Piper was going to kill her or Jason and Piper make up and kill her together. Which was worse? She laid awake in bed that night fantasizing about throwing herself to the wolves or the ocean rocks. These were different from her regular fatal fantasies of Jason, the ones that left her feeling as though her bed sheets were ablaze and all she wanted to do was scream his name. She bit her lip as she looked around the cabin at her sleeping siblings. She was absolutely envious of the peace they all felt.

She never could’ve imagined that Jason felt the same towards her. She started wondering the options, if she did go for him, would she be bad? If she didn't, would she be mad? Or wise? Not wise. She decided she could never be wise. Someone wise wouldn't have let this go one for so long. Someone wise wouldn't be thinking about guys during everything going on. There were so many things to worry about, and instead, she was worrying about a love affair.

She felt her stomach turn and decided to stand up. She walked into the bathroom just to check her hair. It was frizzy from her pillow, so she urgently tried to brush it down, but in a panic, threw down her brush. Unfortunately for her, she did so too aggressively, causing it to slip off and into the toilet.

“Oh my gods,” she whispered, she looked up to the ceiling, “good one, Aphrodite.” She huffed, deciding to leave it there. She slowly walked out of the bathroom, to the cabin door. She took a deep breath as she left her cabin. She tried to be quick, so no one saw her.

She reached cabin one, knocking on the door. There was a shuffle of noise inside before the son of Jupiter opened the door for her. There he stood, wearing nothing but blue pajama pants that were low enough to sow the band of his boxers. She swore that her heart stopped at the sight.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice cracking, “I was just thinking about you.”

She walked in. She swallowed before breathing out questioningly, “Piper?”

He shut the door behind her. He bit his lip just next to his scar, “I broke up with her,” he led her over to his bed to sit with him, “she took it well. She told me that she could feel that I was in love with someone else, she just didn't want to believe it.”

“Did you tell her that it was because of me?”

“She knew before I even had a chance to tell her.”

“I feel awful,” she frowned as she thought of how she must have one of her best friends to feel so low.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine,” he responded, “I shouldn't have kissed you. I couldn't live with that guilt if I had stayed with her.”

“I shouldn't have thrown that all at you like that,” she admitted, “Annabeth was right.”

“What did Annabeth say?”

She sighed, “that I shouldn't go after you because of Piper. But you have no idea how you’ve haunted me so stunningly.”

“The feelings would’ve killed one of us.”

She chuckled, “what a way to die.”

He smiled, lightly resting a hand on her back. She looked up at him, cupping the smooth skin of his face with her hands, she hesitated before pressing her lips against his. His muscular arms wrapped around her to pull her onto his lap to straddle him. His hands wandered to grip onto the bottom of her.

“Jason,” she hummed as she let her hands move down to now be feeling his abdomen.

He smiled into the kiss before his tongue carved its way into her mouth. He leaned back, letting her hover him. Their kisses got sloppier as they both grew impatient. The way his lips felt was so different from her dreams and fantasies of him. His lips weren’t as soft as she imagined, they were chapped but she couldn't even pay attention to that as they were slowly pulling at her own. His calloused fingers trailed up her shirt, drawing circles on her back.

Her body tensed as she felt an electric shock course through her.

He froze, quickly pulling his hand away, “I’m sorry, my gods, are you okay?”

She nodded, “I’m fine,” she leaned back into him, “do that again.”

“What?”

“Do it again,” she mumbled against his lips.

His hand traced her stomach, he locked his eyes with hers waiting for a signal. When she nodded, he took a deep breath before gently shocking her again.

She let out a soft groan, “oh my gods.”

He worriedly looked up at her, “was that okay?”

She brushed her lips against his, “yeah, thanks.”

He smirked, “thanks?”

She laughed, bringing her hands to brush along his cheekbones, “you know what I mean.” She rolled off of him, she awkwardly scooted to now be leaning on the headboard of his bed.

He smiled at her before crawling up to be in front of her. He connected their lips once again, her body now pressed against his pillows, which cushioned her as he pinned her further into his mattress.

His lips suddenly stopped moving. He opened his eyes just to look at her and really examine every inch of her face.

“What?”

“Sorry,” he whispered, “you're just beautiful.”

She felt blood rush to her cheeks, “thank you.”

He wetly kissed her jaw, “it’s true.”

“Hm,” she grinned as she began to thread her fingers through his hair, “you're not too bad either, Grace.”

He nibbled at the skin of her neck, carefully marking her up, blowing on the skin after leaving his mark. She knew in the morning she would be playing with her concealer, trying to figure out how to cover it up, but that was a problem for future her. Right now her entire world revolved around the boy who was on top of her.

He reached her chest with his lips. His blue eyes looked up at her like a doe, “is this okay?” he asked as he held onto the edge of her shirt.

“Yes, Jason,” she replied, moving up her arms so he could easily peel it off of her. He slowly did so, making sure she was comfortable the whole time. He threw the shirt onto the floor before turning his attention back to Y/N. Her breath hitched at the cool air of the cabin, but was too distracted by the body heat radiating off of Jason to care.

He continued to softly kiss down her chest and stomach. He began to carefully pull down her pajama pants. “Y/N?”

She looked down at him, “yeah, Jase?”

“You're okay, right?”

She insistently nodded, “of course,” she desperately wanted to follow up with please, please, please touch me, but that seemed a little embarrassing, so she restrained herself.

He hesitated to speak again, “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, “so I don't really know what I’m doing.”

She giggled, “that’s okay, Jason,” she responded, “me neither.”

She felt hair tickling her jaw and arms around her. She turned to see the blond holding tightly onto her as he slept soundly. She grinned, gently brushing her fingers along his bicep.

He looked up, opening his eyes, “good morning,” he smiled. He pressed a kiss to her jaw, his hand felt down her body that was covered by one of his t-shirts, “how are you feeling?”

She moved around to now be facing him, “I’m amazing, what about you?”

“I”m good,” he kissed her lips, a feeling that she could never get enough of, “I just wanted to make sure that you're not in pain or anything.”

“I’m okay,” she held onto his jaw, “I promise.”

He nodded, “I believe you, Y/N.”

She realized then that everything she had been feeling was finally fresh out the slammer.

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corny ending, sorry

#jason grace x reader #jason grace #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #pjo #jason grace one shot #jason grace headcanon #based on a taylor swift song #the tortured poets department

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Never Stopped Loving You | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: From anon

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of war, heartbreak, jealousy (?), a tiny little bit of Grace bashing but just so you know this is based between season 1 & 2 (more towards season 2) so readers dislike towards Grace is after her betrayal not her death

Word Count: 2,276

Tommy Shelby Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Y/N watches from the other side of the Garrison as Tommy sits across from a woman, a pretty brunette she hasn't bothered learning the name of. She didn't hate the woman; she didn't even know her but she did pity her. In fact, she pitied any woman that came across Thomas Shelby. All but one. Grace didn't deserve her pity.   

It's a business meeting, she knows that. Polly informed her yesterday during her visit to her home. She doesn’t know why Polly told her or why she cared to remember it. After the day she had going over last minute details for her sister's wedding, she wanted a drink before she went dancing with some friends and she'd been hoping to catch up with John to see if him and Esme needed any thing as they await the arrival of their new baby.  

After ordering another drink, she looks back to her former lover and his new potential business partner and takes the woman in. There's no denying she's pretty but she can also see the way she's looking at him. It was the same way they all eventually look at him. Yes, she pities all but one woman that comes across him.  

Thomas Shelby always had a certain charm about him. It wasn't just those stunningly beautiful blue eyes, high cheek bones, the scatter of freckles that covers his face, how impeccable he dresses, or the smooth tone of his voice that has the ladies enraptured by him. Even before the war, he knew how to get what he wanted, his main weapon being that silver tongue of his.   

"Does he know that you're here?" She hears Polly say from beside her as she joins her at the bar. Polly orders herself a drink before she turns to face her, leaning against the bar.  

"Would it matter if he did?" she answers with her own rhetorical question.  

"You know nothing gets past him," Polly reminds her, picking up her drink off the bar and takes a drink.  

"I did," she also reminds Polly.  

Y/N had been one of those pitiful women who found herself under Tommy's spell. But back then they were just kids. Two fools who thought that not even a war could separate them. How foolish they were.   

Before the war, it was good. Tommy smiled and laughed more, he was more loving and kinder to himself and those around him. He didn't have blood on his hands or a distant look in his eyes. His eyes sparkled with the good kind of mischief, a love for life and hopes and dreams that didn't include violence and him becoming a man to be feared of. He was a sweet man with a beautiful soul and so much like his mother. She'd fallen completely in love with him and when he proposed a month before war was declared, she didn't hesitate to say yes.   

During the war, when he would come home for breaks, she could see and feel him putting up walls and becoming distant with her. The light in his eyes was slowly fading. He was less kind, less loving and less like the Tommy she'd fallen in love with. But she still loved him so much that she would stay beside him and be there for when he needed her.  

But by the time the war was over, Tommy was but of a shell of his former self. Eventually the couple parted ways with Tommy acting as though their break up had no affect on him while her heart completely shattered into a million pieces.  

Y/N couldn't stay in Small Heath after that. She moved to London for a year before coming back when she got a job offer from the Small Heath school only to witness Tommy fall in love and open up to another woman who would only end up betraying him. It was six months ago, she moved to Bristol to help her brother take care of his sick wife and three children. But now she's back again, not able to stay away from her home town. This time it isn't permanent. Her younger sister is getting married tomorrow, and she couldn't miss it, no matter how much it hurts to be back in the city that brought her so much joy and heartache.   

"He's a fool for ever letting that happen," Polly says, letting her bitterness over their break up be known even though it's been a few years.  

"We were both fools for thinking we'd make it through anything," she finishes her drink and places the empty glass on the bar top as she stands up from the stool she's sitting on.   

"You know he's still got it," Polly says stopping her in her tracks as she begins to walk away from the woman who is like an aunt to her. "I watched him take it to the cut. He contemplated throwing it away but he couldn't bring himself to do it."  

"Maybe he wants to use it for the next woman who falls under his spell," she says keeping her back to the older woman and leaves the Garrison.  

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss!” an elderly gentleman exclaims, handing Y/N a beautiful rose as she walks down the street to the store the next day. She’d forgotten about the silly day in the midst of rushing around to get things sorted for her sister’s big day, which just so happened to be today of all things.  

Looking at the man and seeing his large smile, she couldn’t bring herself to disappoint the man. She takes the rose and smells it. “Thank you, sir. You’ve just made my day so much better.”   

“Do you not have a valentine?” he asks her. “A pretty lady like yourself should have all the men falling to her feet.”  

“Well, to be honest, even if there were I would still choose none of them,” she admits.   

“Whoever broke your heart, he’s a right fool,” the man says.   

“Oh, you have no idea,” she chuckles.   

“If I wasn’t married to me Mrs., I would be your valentine.”  

“Your wife is a lucky woman,” Y/N smiles.  

“I’m the lucky the one,” he admits. “I’ll let you get on your way. You looked to be in a rush.”  

“Thank you for the rose,” she thanks him and says goodbye as she carries on her way.  

Entering the store, she grabs what she needs to, pays and heads back to her sister’s home, smiling the whole way.   

“Where have you been?!” her sister shouts as she walks through the door. “I have to be ready and at the church in an hour. Where did you get that?”   

Y/N’s eyes follow her sister’s gaze to the rose in her hand. “A lovely old man gave it to me.”  

“Are you into older men now?” her sister teases. “I guess all the men your age are married now. What’s better than a rich widowed old man?”  

“I’ll have you know, he was being nice,” Y/N frowns at her sister. In her time away from Birmingham, she’d forgotten her younger sister could be mean. “Clearly something you know nothing about.”  

“I can be nice. So nice in fact, I've invited the only man you’ll ever love to the wedding.”   

Y/N wants nothing more than to smack the smug smirk of her sister’s face but decides to play ignorant instead. “And who would that be?”  

“Don’t play daft, dear sister,” she laughs shaking her head as she gets into her wedding dress with the seamstresses help. “Tommy, of course.”  

“Well, don’t be too disappointed if he doesn’t show up," she says causing her sister to roll her eyes. 

Tommy surprised Y/N. He'd come to the wedding. She could feel his eyes boring into her through out the ceremony. Keeping her eyes on the bride and groom, she tried to ignore it. Even now as she dances with her new brother-in-law, she can feel her former lovers eyes on her and as he stands behind her, his cologne invades her senses. It's the same cologne that she'd bought him for his last birthday they spent together. 

"Mind if I cut in, mate?" His smooth voice reaches her ears as he asks Paul. Her body stiffens, her heart dropping into her stomach as her plans to ignore him and his overwhelming presence is dashed. 

"Of course, Mr. Shelby," he smiles and steps away from her. She goes to stop him, only for Tommy to take his place.  

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice that you are back?" he asks, his arm moving around her waist as she takes one of her hands into his.  

She hesitantly places her hand on his shoulders as they start to dance, "I was hoping you would be too busy to notice. You seemed rather busy last night." 

He had seen her in the garrison the night before. If he hadn't been in the middle of a business meeting he would have gone after her when she left. Instead he decided last minute to accept the invitation to her sister's wedding, hoping he to get a moment with her. 

"I saw you," he admits. "I was hoping you would stay long enough so I could speak to you." 

"Is that why you're here?" she asks him, still knowing him better than anyone else. 

"I had to see you some way," he tells her. 

"There's nothing that needs to be said between us, Thomas," she removes his hands from her and steps back from him. Tommy was her first love. He was her only love and as much as she tried to move on from him, she couldn't. She leaves the dance floor and grabs her purse before leaving the venue without saying goodbye to anyone.  

Instead of walking back to her mother's house, where she's been staying for the past week, she finds herself down at the Cut, under the bridge her and Tommy would sneak under when they first started their relationship.  

As many of the happier memories with Tommy flood, her eyes begin to sting from the tears forming in them. The young couple had many happy memories with each other and they far outweighed the bad. Closing her eyes she remembers the way his lips felt against hers, the way his fingers would lightly trace circles on her skin when his hands slipped under her shirt and how tightly he would hold her against him as if he were afraid she would leave him.  

Her eyes shoot open as she hears footsteps coming towards her, quickly wiping away her tears she tries to make her exit when the person comes into view. It's Tommy.  

She finds her feet no longer want to work as she freezes on the spot. He looks just as surprised to see her. After a moment of just staring at each other, YN decides to speak.  

"You were right about us needing to talk," she begins. "I've been wanting to say this for a while and you are going to listen and not say anything until I am done." 

Tommy goes to interrupt her, opening his mouth to say something when she holds up her hand, stopping him.  

"I love you, Tom, more than I've loved anyone," she tells him. "When we ended our relationship you we're supposed to fight for it. But you just stood there, a blank look on your face, saying nothing at all while my heart broke into a million pieces. You were supposed to fight for me, fight for us. Instead you fell in love with another woman who broke your heart and-" 

"I love you too," Tommy says cutting her off as he steps closer to her. "You're the only woman I've ever loved. Grace didn't break my heart because it was already broken from the war and letting you go. She was only a distraction to stop myself from going after you. You deserved better than me and who I became. I wanted to give you the world, promise you things would get better, be the man who deserved you. I didn’t want to pull you into the mess I created. I loved you to much for that. You’re so innocent and good and I’m nothing but a bad man who does bad things." 

“Not all of us are angels, Tom,” she says.  

“But you are,” he tells her.  

“Well then, I’m an angel who’s fallen in love with the devil.” 

“And the devil just so happens to love her back,” he adds, his arms moving around her waist to pull her closer. 

This time she lets him, no longer wanting to get as far away from his as possible. “We still have a lot to work through.” 

“We’ll work through it all because I’m not going to let you go again,” he tells her. “I made that mistake once. I don’t plan on making it again. I’m going to make it up to you.” 

“And you can start by kissing me like you use to under this bridge,” a small hint of a smile appears on her lips. “And then we can go from there.” 

Tommy smiles, cupping her face and plants his lips on hers, kissing her softly as though he’s resting the waters. When she doesn’t reconsider, he kisses her harder and holds her tighter like he’s afraid she’ll leave him again. He ends the kiss leaving his lips only an inch from hers as he tells her, “I never stopped loving you.” 

“I never stopped stopped loving you too,” she replies, pressing her lips back to his. 

#acewritesfics repost #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader

[silveryclear]

♟️Yandere Villain x Hero Reader part 1

♟️ Male Yandere Villain X Female Hero Reader

♟️ CW: Smut build up, coercion, manipulation, implied kidnapping, obsessive behavior

♟️ 2.4 k words

You were a rookie superhero graced with the powers of flight, great strength, and agility. You also had a great heart and the motivation to help people. In less than a year, you had managed to capture the hearts of all the beloved citizens that lived in the city you grew up in. Your debut as a hero was nothing short of a success! People loved you, authorities respected you, and most of all, you managed to reduce crimes committed by supervillains by 60%! In honor of your heroic efforts, the city had organized a ball in your honor, a masquerade one to be exact. This gave you the perfect opportunity to enjoy the celebration without being in the center of attention. Ironic enough, you were never one to participate in places with large crowds. But the city had put in so much work for you, you couldn’t not attend.

The party was bustling by the time you arrived. Already was there a large crowd waltzing in the middle of the ballroom, the band playing wondrous music. Your eyes flit over the crowd, admiring each and every mask as well as their matching dresses and suits. People were talking, dancing, eating… just generally enjoying their night. And you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you, knowing that you’ve contributed to the safety and peace of mind of thousands of people. Although, a small, anxious part of you couldn’t be quelled so easily. You knew this is temporary, just a fleeting moment of tranquility before disaster strikes again. In your mind, this disaster takes the form of a person. A very evil person. One of the very cunning villains that have managed to wreak havoc for years without getting caught once.

Hades.

He has never shown his face, not once. The information the police have of him is virtually non existent, and the information that they do have are mostly rumors. But one thing is for certain: he has never has done any of the dirty work himself. He always has contacts, pawns, and a whole lot of power. A fitting name for someone who is considered “The King of the Underworld”. It is said that he just gazes from above (or below) at the chaos he has engineered, like it’s some twisted game of chess for him. And while you’re not one to ever back down from a fight, you can’t help but shiver at the thought of him taking you on as his new opponent. With all the attention you’ve garnered, your assumption isn’t far fetched.

However, you might’ve underestimated just how long this match had gone for.

And if you were even a player at all.

In the middle of your anxious thoughts, you felt a tap on your shoulder, promptly breaking you out of your inner turmoil. You quickly turn around and come face to face with piercing green eyes. Anything that you had meant to say died in your throat as soon as your eyes met his… and the rest of him. He stood tall, towering over you even with your 4 inch heels. He was also dressed to kill— wearing a black fitting suit with a black dress shirt with a few open buttons to show off his collar and part of his chest. The suit was lined up with green, intricate embellishments that matched his mask and complimented his eyes stunningly. His hair was neatly styled in twists and he even wore jewelry and smokey eyes that made his dark complexion glow. This man was drop dead gorgeous.

His lips broke out in a charming smile and you felt yourself get—metaphorically— shot in the heart.

“Are you alright? You’ve been staring off into space for a while…” The man spoke in a low, sultry voice that made your insides quiver.

You cough and chuckle nervously, flustered for being caught ogling this fine man like a creep. “Y-Yes! I’m sorry, you caught me off guard. I was… thinking about work.” You sputter, trying to find an excuse that wasn’t necessarily false.

He chuckles, still gazing at you with those magnetic eyes. “Ah, so that’s what had you twisting your beautiful face in worry. I was hoping that you would do me the honor of joining me for a dance? I think you could use a break from your worries, we are at the ball of the year, aren’t we?”

You can feel your cheeks heat up from the compliment and you feel nervous, but excited to dance with this alluring mystery man. You smile. “That, we are. A dance may be just what I need.”

He smiles back, stretching out his large hand for you to take. “May I?”

You place your hand in his, his palm smooth, as opposed to yours that has been calloused from all your training and hero work. Fingers brush against the palm of your hand and he smiles kindly. “Indeed, the hands of hard working woman.” He says before bringing your hand towards his lips, kissing the back of your hand gently as the looks firmly into your eyes. Your face heats up once again and you can’t bring yourself to look away.

This goes beyond what you expected from this ball.

The man pulls you the dance floor in the center of the ballroom, holding your hand and hip as you glided on the dance floor along with the music.

“How are you feeling now? I hope I’m doing a good job at keeping those thoughts away.” He smiles and twirls you around and brings you back into his arms.

You giggle, actually allowing yourself to enjoy the party that was meant for you. “I’m actually having fun. I don’t particularly like being around large crowds, but you’ve made it enjoyable. Thank you.” You give him a genuine smile.

You swore you saw something dark, something primal flash in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Not a fan of crowds, huh? Can’t say I’m fond of them either. I work remotely so these are the only moments where I engage with the masses.”

“Lucky.” You mutter playfully.

He laughs, a deep, melodic sound that made your heart race. “I wouldn’t say that. I mean, if I hadn’t crawled out of my cave tonight, I wouldn’t have met you~” He gives you a twirl and pulls you closer, stepping back in sync.

Damn. He’s smooth.

“Besides, how could I pass up the chance of dancing with the city’s greatest hero without interruption~?”

Your step falters and stumble backwards, bracing yourself for a fall that never comes. Instead, you’re held by the mysterious man who has made the fall into a dip, making it seem part of the dance. He smiles coyly. “Did I say something wrong?”

You’re pulled back up and you feel that same sinking sensation that you had earlier. You compose yourself and clear your throat. “How did you know it was me?”

“Oh, I’m something of a fanboy. I could recognize you in a heartbeat.” He smiles, yet, it doesn’t comfort you.

“Everyone here is a fan, yet you’re the only one who recognized me.” You narrow your eyes in suspicion.

You can feel him pull you closer, your bodies close enough to feel his quickened heartbeat. You could only make sure your steps were in sync as you looked over his shoulder. He places one hand on your back, his fingers running down your spine and kept a firm grip on your hip. You shiver, not sure if it’s from delight or fear. His lips suddenly hover above your ear as he whispers, “True, but I’m your biggest fan~”

You sense a change in his demeanor, although subtle, you learned to catch these subtleties from your experience fighting villains. However, it wasn’t enough to detect this one fast enough.

You take a sharp breath. “Who are you?”

He twirls you again and brings you face to face with him. He grins devilishly. “What does your gut say~?”

You breathing becomes ragged and you feel your blood run cold as your worst fears had come to life.

You just danced and flirted with the devil himself.

You try to pull away from him but he makes sure to keep a tight hold on you while still maintaining the facade of dancing.

"Now, now, the dance isn't over and we can't have our Great Hero looking too out of sorts. No one would know the city is safe and in good hands if they see you panicking on the dance floor. And who knows what I just might do if that were to happen." Your eyes widen and Hades laughs darkly as he continues to dance with you in close proximity, his eyes lingering on the features of your face and the shape of your body. "I was worried you wouldn’t have recognize me at all. I've always wanted to dance with you, Hero."

Your body trembles and your breathing grows erratic. You can feel his hold loosening slightly and his hand rub your back comfortingly as he whispers soothing words into your ear. “That’s it, baby… just breathe…” For your sake, you forget who the words are coming from as you focus on your breathing.

Once you feel calm, you grit your teeth. And scowl at him. “Do you get a kick out of making me look like a fool?”

Hades hums and grins devilishly. "I do, especially when getting the satisfaction of knowing I fooled the city's hero into dancing and flirting with me. Fitting for the one responsible for all my misery."

He continues holding you close to his chest and brings his face inches from your face with a wicked laugh. He gets even closer so when he speaks you feel his breath on your ear. “But I will be honest, dancing with you, feeling your body pressed against mine, seeing you flustered up close… fills me with another type of type of satisfaction~”

You glare at him as you keep dancing. You pretend everything is fine as to not arouse any suspicion from the rest of the crowd. “What do you want?”

Hades laughs wickedly, his dark green eyes shining in the dim lights of the dance floor. “That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?” He then puts a hand on your hip and grips tightly, bringing you closer. “I came to collect my prize~”

You furrow your eyebrows and look over at him, confused. “What are you talking about? What prize?”

Hades grins, finding your confusion amusing. “Why, you, of course~” He caresses your face gently as if handling a work of art. His eyes roam your body hungrily. “And you are all wrapped up and pretty for me too~”

You swat his hand away and scowl. “You must be out of your damn mind if you think for a second that I’d go anywhere with you.”

His grin only turns more sinister as he grabs your face tightly and pulls you face to face. Your eyes widen and you feel your body begin to tremble again. “I think it‘ll do you well to learn some manners. Especially when you, dear Hero, are mine.”

“I don’t owe you anything, you brute!” You growl at him. Even in your position, you will never submit to a villain.

He chuckles darkly and his grip on your face tightens. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, my darling Hero. You owe me everything.”

Hades stares at your confused expression with amusement. The grip on your face disappears and he returns to dancing with you as if nothing had happened. His piercing green eyes stare back at yours, demanding your attention. “You see, little hero, I have powers beyond your comprehension, superpowers and earthly powers alike. I control every single person inside and out of this building.” He grips your hip and pulls you closer, grinning madly. “I have your beloved city under my thumb.”

With every word he utters, the feeing of dread and fear continues to build up in the pit of your stomach.

Hades twirls you and brings you back towards him, your steps out of sync, but he manages to dance through it quite proficiently. “Do you know what that means?” He whispers, breath fanning your face gently. “Do you understand what I’m trying to imply?”

You stare back at him, holding his gaze as you nod.

He grins widely. “Tell me.” He demands with a smooth voice.

You take a sharp breath. “I-I became a hero… because of you.” As you said it out loud you felt the feeling helplessness slowly latch onto you— breaking you. Behind the words you uttered, lies a hidden truth: For every great source of good in the world, there’s an even greater source of darkness pulling it’s strings.

“Good girl~” He coos and pinches your cheek. “Such a good girl. Did you really think it was that easy to become a hero? You never questioned why everything went so smoothly.” He chuckles and caresses your cheek softly. “That’s how I knew you’d make the perfect toy for me to sway the masses~”

You feel like you’re about to throw up. Tears brim your eyes and you bite your lip to hold back a sob.

Hades’s face softens slightly as he pulls you into his chest and rubs your back soothingly. “Don’t cry, little hero. I know your little fantasy world collapsed— But I’ll help you see the beauty in the world I’ve created. After all,”

He leans back and grabs your chin. “I created it just for you~”

Hades pulls you into a hot, sensual kiss— groaning once his lips touched yours, deepening the kiss, delving his tongue into your warm mouth and tasting you. His kiss only grew with intensity once he finally got a taste of you after craving you all night. You can only stand there and take it as if you feel an incredible force keeping you from leaving.

Hades pulls away from the kiss and your breath hitches once you gaze into his eyes. The lust and possessiveness that he had restrained during the evening now emanated from him in waves. His breathing is ragged and his pupils are dilated. The feeling of dread you felt before was nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now.

He pulls you close, holding you tightly against his body, like a viper wrapping its coils around their prey. Hades whispers seductively, “You are mine, little hero. And I’ll make sure to show you tonight just how much I crave you.”

You overestimated your role in this game. You were never a player. Just like everyone else, you are just another piece in a game of chess you weren’t even aware was happening . And you were his final piece to acquire.

Just like that, you were his. As you were always meant to be.

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere x reader #villain #villain x hero #yandere imagines #yandere x you #female reader #male yandere

[iwas-princess]

miya atsumu • the big tiddie committee

“they’re so pretty, ‘tsumu.” you giggled, starstruck as you stared down at his broad chest, his pert pink nipples catching your attention.

they were hypnotizing, immediately making you drool the moment he lifted his tight black t-shirt to reveal them to you. the baby pink hue faded into his cream skin perfectly, so deliciously that your breath always hitched if you focused on it for too long.

your core was pressed up against his bare middle, his washboard abs creating a slight friction between your thin cotton panties— which didn’t help the very irritating throb between your legs that his glorious tits are at fault for.

he was sculpted by aphrodite, you were sure of it, every angle of the blonde miya twin was stunningly perfect and never failed to make you incredibly horny— like now.

now as you stared down at his giving chest, the plump muscles of his tits mixed with the prettiest shade of pink causing your little brain to go in overdrive at the sight.

heaven; that’s what this was.

pure, cloud filled heaven.

he smirked as he watched your eyes gloss over in desperation, your brain just about to shut down for the night and accept the fate of gooning over him— to which you’ll do proudly, may i add. he loved when you got like this, so easy to manipulate and excite.

“ya like my tits so much, don’t ‘ya, doll?”

you nodded slowly, hazily as you blinked at him tiredly. he found it endearing how easy your mind could slip just from the graceful sight of his hard earned boobs and looked forward to this unspoken night routine.

his thumb stroked your bare thigh tenderly, admiring your hypnotized state from below you with a small smirk on his face. not a smirk of cockiness or mischief, but one of confidence. confident that you would always be his because he was certain that no one else’s tits would lure you in like he could. that no other man’s nipples were are pink and hard as his. that no other guy would let you suckle on them before bed each night, or stare at them and mumbled about how mesmerizing they were— you could only ever get that with him.

and he would always happily provide that slice of happiness for you, no matter what time of day.

“can i suck?” you ask meekly, heat flushing out your cheeks as you nervously ask the question you’ve been waiting all day for.

he smiles widely, a small raspy chuckle leaving his plump lips at your shy nature. even as you straddled his torso in nothing but his old practice shirt and a pair of pink panties, your eyes completely glossy and trained on his chest, you were still so sheepish. he though it was so cute.

“go ahead, beautiful. ya’ve earned it.”

#atsumu 🌷 #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x chubby reader #atsumu miya x reader smut #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #atsumu x reader smut #miya atsumu #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut

[amputeewomen]

Hey, how are you?

Once in the bustling heart of Bogotá, there lived a young man named Alexander. He worked as a software developer, a job that satisfied his analytical mind but often left his heart yearning for something more. In the midst of his routine life, Alex found solace in the small, cozy café nestled at the corner of his street. It was his haven, a place where he could escape the digital confines of his world and delve into the pages of the latest novels, drawing inspiration from their intricate stories.

One evening, as the golden hues of the sunset bathed the café in a warm glow, Alex's gaze drifted across the room. It was then that he saw her. Amidst the clatter of coffee cups and the soft hum of conversations, there she was, like a character straight out of one of his beloved novels. She was strikingly beautiful, with lustrous black hair cascading over her shoulders, and eyes as blue as the deepest ocean. Her heritage was unmistakably Latina, her features a perfect blend of strength and grace.

But what truly caught Alex's eye was the way she carried herself. She had a prosthetic leg, yet she moved with such elegance and confidence that it seemed like a natural extension of her being. Alex found himself completely captivated. She was the embodiment of beauty and resilience, a living testament to the human spirit's ability to overcome.

Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself returning to the café, not just for the coffee or the novels, but in hopes of seeing her again. He longed to talk to her, to know her story, but he was held back by his own reservations. She was just so stunningly beautiful, so out of reach, he thought.

Then, one fateful evening, as Alex sat immersed in the pages of his latest novel, he felt a presence before him. Looking up, he found himself locking eyes with her. Those deep blue eyes that he had admired from afar were now looking straight into his. She had noticed him. Noticed his admiration, his awe. With a gentle smile gracing her lips, she took a step closer and asked, "Hey, how are you?"

In that moment, Alex realized that sometimes life presents us with chapters that are far more beautiful than those found in novels. The story of the beautiful, amputee woman who walked into his life, and the unspoken connection that had brought them together, was just beginning.

#amputee #amputeegirl #rak #sak #right above knee amputee #leg amputee #onelegged #one legged #one leg #prosthetic leg #prosthesis #artificial leg #amputiert #amputation #stump #stumps #amputada #amputierte frau #amputee woman #amputeewoman #amputee girl #amputeebeauty #amputee beauty

[gavisuntiedboot]

ok you totally don't have to do it butttttttttttt like could we get a spare gavi spending eid w/ the reader's family for your muslim readers 👀

It would be so islamaphobic if I didn’t do this (reader is an Arabic speaker. If you don’t speak Arabic, pretend that the Arabic is whatever language you want!)

~~~

Drip Too Hard

“Pablo I’m almost ready I just need to- what are you wearing?”

Pablo fought back the urge to laugh at the look of shock-horror on your face. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time. His eyes scanned your figure, wrapped in a beautiful blue dress. The skirt and sleeves were embroidered in gold thread, weaving elaborate floral patterns that cascaded and shimmers across your body. Delicate glass beads reflected the light, throwing fractals around the room. Layers of jewelry hung delicately from your neck and wrists, chiming with every one of your movements. He was used to your face done up, but your hair flowing and the precise black lines framing your face made you a different type of captivating. You looked simply stunning. He peered down at his own attire, suddenly feeling horribly underdressed. His short sleeve shirt and khakis, despite being rather pricey, gave the impression that he was off to a beach volleyball tournament, while you looked ready to grace a runway or gala.

“…clothes? I didn’t know this was a formal event. I thought we were just going to go have brunch with your parents.”

“Right but it’s Eid brunch. Why are you in shorts??”

“Why does this brunch need us to dress like we’re going to a ball?”

Your eyes were wide as saucers, jaw on the floor. You know Gavi hadn’t been around the culture and religion for that long, but you couldn’t process this level of unawareness to his surroundings. You had dragged him across Barcelona to different markets to get fabric and beads for your dress, taking swatches to perfectly match your heels, and even asking him to bring you a specific pendant from his trip to Ibiza. You thought he might sense that the occasion called for something more formal than khaki shorts.

“Come here, Pablito.”

You said, sitting on your couch and beckoning him over. He froze in his spot a moment, realizing he was about to face a potential scolding. He walked slowly and sat beside you, careful not to crush the luxurious fabric you were wrapped in. You turned your phone screen to him, showing him a glamorous photo. Three young men, all around your age, in different colored suits. All of them brandished designer belts with large buckles, the leather matching that of their dress shoes. Three wrists displayed three gleaming watches, all embossed with a crown. Next to them, a girl stood in a beautifully embroidered dress, the glittering fabric reflecting the sunlight. The deep purple of the garment was reflected in her intricate eye makeup, and the red bottoms of her heels peaked through the drapery.

“These, Pablo, are my cousins. This is what they wore to Eid brunch with the family last year and they were called underdressed because one of them didn’t have a suit jacket. Eid is the Muslim Met Gala, and I will not be on the worst dressed list by association. Please tell me you have something else to wear.”

Gavi brought his hands to his temples, rubbing them to soothe the oncoming headache from all the information.

“Amie Paris always sends me stuff and I haven’t opened most of it. Oh and Dolce & Gabbana. You can look through and pick an outfit for me.” He suggested, watching your eyes light up and a smile erupt across your face. You tugged his wrist, encouraging him to follow you in. For the next 20 minutes, you treated him like your own personal Ken doll, dressing him up in different luxurious clothing.

You took a step back to admire your artistry. On his chest rested a crisp blue Amie dress shirt, tucked into the pants of a stunningly tailored D&G suit, hugging every muscle in an elegant and yet drool inducing manner. A black Hermes belt sat low on his hips, matching the black leather dress shoes you had forced him into (“Pablo it’s a formal event put the Dunks away!”). Matching Hermes cuff links clinked softly against the platinum Rolex on his wrist. He pushed his hair back and put on his favorite sunglasses.

“Good enough for the Eid instagram picture?” He asked, smirking as he saw you look at him like he was ambrosia from the heavens above.

“Mhm, almost too good. Let’s go before my parents get suspicious as to why we’re late.”

~

Pulling up to your parents house, Pablo parked behind the six or seven other cars by the property. The gorgeous weather had brought the Eid festivities outside, and Gavi couldn’t help but be struck by the beauty of it all. Tables in white and gold cloths held serving trays piled high with sweet and savory delicacies. Every utensil, from the plates to the silverware, was embellished with gold patterns, forming the shapes of stars and crescent moons. Your entire family was spread across the lawn: parents in the middle conversing with aunts and uncles while sipping on cold juices, and cousins ages 3 to 33 were spread about, running and laughing and of course taking photos.

“While I’m incredibly grateful that you made me change, I still feel a little out of place. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do on Eid.” He said, keeping himself at a respectable religious distance. You giggled softly before grabbing his hand, lancing your fingers between his clammy ones. “You just celebrate. Like Christmas. We’ll say hi to my parents, then we can mingle and do whatever we want until they serve the food.”

“Okay okay, one last question.”

“Yes, pablito?”

“What is that creature on the table?”

You turned around to follow Gavi’s line of sight, a loud laugh releasing itself from your throat before you could contain it. You tried to stifle it quickly as the redness creeped onto Gavi’s cheeks. You didn’t want to embarrass him.

“That’s a roasted lamb, amor. I know it looks a little strange to see a whole one on a tray like that, but it’s tradition. They might ask you to eat the head.”

“What??”

Before you could answer and quell Pablo’s fear, your mother called you over.

"حبيبتي، شو المضحك لهذه الدرجة؟ صوتك كثير عالي"

(Love, what’s so funny? You’re laughing very loudly)

Walking over, you kissed your mother on the cheek three times, hugging her close and wishing her a blessed Eid.

"ولا شيء مهم، ماما. كان خطيبي بس خايف من شكال الخاروف "

(Nothing important, mama. My fiancé was just scared by the lamb)

Pablo followed you over after a moment, shaking your father’s hand and kissing your mother on the cheeks. He thanked them for allowing him to be a part of their celebration, and your mother hugged him once again, reminding him that he was like family.

After small talk with your parents, you and Pablo moved around the function, greeting and chatting with various cousins. You laughed and talked loudly, continuing carefree. You loved watching Gavi interact with your family, culture, and religion. About 30 minutes after your arrival, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“We’re going to take instagram pictures now, and we were wondering: can we steal your man to be in them with us?” You stated in shock at your cousins, who often payed you and your doings no mind. “Why him?” You asked, amused by how shy they seemed, like children asking if their friend could come play. “Because he’s dripping hard. Plus if we tag him we could get mad amounts of girls in our DMs.” Have to appreciate that honesty.

Gavi agreed to the photos, and stood with your male cousins to take some hot and only slightly cringey photos in front of all the expensive cars people drive to the function. Afterwards, Pablo handed his phone to your cousin, asking for pictures of the two of you.

“We have to get some together princesa. I wouldn’t look this fine without your help.”

Walking over, you wrapped an arm around him and kissed his cheek, eliciting vomit sounds from your family. “You’re pretty fine looking all on your own. Thank you, by the way, for coming with me.”

“Of course. There’s no one I’d rather spend my time with, habibti.” (My love)

Needless to say, that one phrase is what created the best photo. You were looking over your shoulder with sheer joy on your face, eyes meeting those of an excited and lovesick Pablo. He was your biggest blessing.

~~~~

Based on my real eid fit and how serious eid insta photos actually are. Also, Eid is 3 days, so this is y’all’s eid gift from meeeee!! Hope y’all enjoy this one 🥰 love u guys xoxo, boot w another migraine !!!

#gavisuntiedboot #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #gavi x reader #gavi #gavi x you #fc barca #gavi imagine #pablo gavi fanfiction #pablo gavi fanfic #gavi fluff #gavi fanfic #gavi fic #pablo gavi fluff #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavi x y/n #gavi x yn

[swanhild]

WiP Snippet

Thank you @polutrope and @sallysavestheday for tagging me to share something I'm working on! So here's Maedhros and Fingon being overly competitive shit-talking their family dancing at their wedding in that post-canon fix-it fic that feels like it will never be finished (with bonus appearances by the parents and some siblings and other relatives):

While Turgon possessed many talents that he excelled in, dancing wasn't one his strong suits. It was a fact that Fingon sometimes couldn't resist teasing him about if an occasion presented itself, but right now he simply chuckled softly and said, "I can't decide who's more awkward- your brother or mine." Glancing away from Caranthir and following Fingon's line of sight, Maedhros, too, was amused by the somewhat stiff way Turgon led Elenwë around the dance floor. "Let's not be too harsh on them. They're trying their best," he nevertheless defended their younger siblings, smiling and feeling rather fond of every single member of their family who had come to celebrate with them today. Turgon noticed them watching and nodded at Maedhros and Fingon with an unnecessarily grave expression on his face as he and Elenwë twirled past them. Maedhros had to hide his face in Fingon’s hair so Turgon wouldn’t see him laugh, though Fingon had no such qualms. “I’m certainly grateful we have Turno and Moryo here now to make us look better. I was starting to think we'd be the worst dancers at our own wedding." “What? You’re a good dancer. And so am I,” Maedhros protested. “Yes, but we’re surrounded by show-offs. Just look at them!” Maedhros turned his head in the direction Fingon had indicated and took in the sight of Celegorm effortlessly lifting Aredhel into the air as he spun her around. For two people who spent significant amounts of time crawling through forests, covered in mud and blood, they did admittedly look stunningly elegant and in tune with each other tonight. Next to them, Elrond and Celebrían made an undeniably graceful picture as well, and so did Galadriel and Celeborn, though Maedhros was mostly struck by the unusually soft and adoring expression on Galadriel’s face as she stared into her husband’s eyes. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen his feisty little cousin look like that. “Not to mention uncle Arvo and aunt Eärwen over there! We just can’t compete with that!” Fingon continued, with feigned despair. Arafinwë and Eärwen practically floated around the dance floor, looking very much as if they had spent their whole lives doing nothing else. But then Maedhros’ attention was drawn to his other uncle and aunt — now officially his parents-in-law — and grinned. “I think we can compete with your parents at least. They're not as bad as our brothers, but they won't be winning any awards for their dancing either." “The only reason they're better is because they've been practicing for weeks. Ammë’s not very enthusiastic about dancing, but Atar secretly loves it, so he's been taking full advantage of the opportunity. They are rather unevenly matched in terms of skill and passion though,” Fingon said, before suddenly stopping. “Speaking of parents, Russo, look!” Whipping his head around, Maedhros followed Fingon’s gaze towards the edge of the dance floor where his own mother sat at one of the tables, looking strangely flustered and conflicted. His father was kneeling in front of her, extending his hand and asking her for a dance. With his breath caugth in this throat, Maedhros watched as his mother hesitated, a myriad of emotions flickering across her face in rapid succession. For a few tense moments, Maedhros was sure she would refuse. But then she rose from her chair in one fluid motion and accepted his father’s outstrechted hand. Together, they made their way towards the twirling and swaying crowd. Maedhros quickly buried his face in Fingon’s hair again, but this time it was to hide the tears that had suddenly sprung in his eyes.

(and yes, Fëanor and Nerdanel eventually get back together in this, because I want them to)

Zero pressure-tagging @queerofthedagger @melestasflight @gardensofthemoon @elevenelvenswords @chrissystriped @thecoolblackwaves and anyone else who sees this and would like to share something!

#russingon #feanel #maedhros #fingon #feanor #nerdanel #turgon #silm fic #writing wips

[thedomesticanthropologist]

It's important to note that while Astarion is incredibly well written, stunningly voice acted, gorgeously designed-

He also got a LOT more resources dedicated to his creation than the other companions. So when people are a little salty about seeing nothing but our favorite Pale Elf all over the place, give them a little grace and space. Their fave (from the companions) got, at minimum, 2 less romance scenes than he did, and I think 3 less non-romance-locked conversations. (Someone made a post with the exact numbers)

People want more Astarion content always, and he's my favorite too, but it's important to note that the dice are loaded in our favor, especially in DURGE playthroughs where he gets some of the most impactful romance moments with Tav.

#love for all the companions #astarion may be my fave too #but i get peopels frustrations #fan content is one thing #sure we can always create more #but the base game heavily favors astarion and thats worth noting #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate companions

[russellsppttemplates]

Hallo hope you have a great day my ask is

George gifting you a cat for his present and ask you to marry him

Or

He gave you a bad present and seeing how you still happy and appreciative about it he ask you to marry him

???

Note: I hope you don't mind this, but I've had this other request for a while and I had trouble posting it and had to delete the old ask, so I'm mixing them together!

George proposing to you but it rains down and at the end of the proposal you both are soaking wet

“So thank you, Allison, for the past 35 years of marriage. Here’s to another 35,” Steve finished his speech as he held his flute, kissing his wife as you all clapped. Still after so many years, Alison blushed at her husband, the effect he had on her still after all those years. The family had taken the day to celebrate their anniversary, the beautiful restaurant George and his siblings picked out stunningly decorated and the food was exceptional. The sun had not graced them with its presence, but it was still a good moment to enjoy with close family, George's siblings' families in-law as well as your own parents joining for the celebration, too.

"Can you come here with me, please, darling?", George said after you shared some dessert, his niece promptly jumping out of your lap so you could go, "sure", you smiled, cleaning your mouth in case some of the chocolate was left on your skin. Holding his hand, you excused yourself, walking with him to the garden of the restaurant. It was the middle of the week and, not surprisingly, no one wanted to be outside given that it was cold without the sunshine and it looked like it would rain soon.

"George, I think it's going to rain", you yelped, seeing him walk with a certain determination, "I need to do this now, or I'll chicken out again", he muttered, losing you a little as you tried to understand what he meant as he turned to face you just as you felt the first raindrop.

"What we saw in there? I want that for us, I can only hope our marriage is as good as that", George began as your eyes were wide, "I didn't fall in love with you at first sight, you know it wasn't that. Not because you're not the most beautiful and kind woman I've ever met, but because I thought I wasn't enough for you. But I would be damned if somebody else ended up with you and it wasn't me. I can’t imagine living even another second without you. I want to share every moment of my life with you, I want to be there for the good things and the bad things", he said as rain fell down, using his hands to cover your head so water wouldn't fall straight on your face, "I will take care of you - and carry an umbrella-, and give you my full support, no matter what happens. Y/N, I love you with all my heart,” he knelt down on one knee, not caring about his pants on the wet grass, "will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?", he proposed.

"George", you chuckled through your tears, not caring that now rain was pouring down on both of you, blending with the tears in your eyes. “Yes, I would love to marry you,” you whispered and nodded through the tears, bending down so you could kiss him.

George was quick to fiddle with the ring, putting it on your finger and kissing the soft skin, "I love you", you both muttered as he pulled you up with him, his hands on your waist as he spun you with him as your families cheered from the covered patio.

"You'll get cold, guys!", Cara called as her older brother whistled at the newly engaged couple, encouraging George to pull you down so he could kiss you, a movie worth show of affection as he finally got the answer he had been waiting for.

Walking inside the restaurant, you hugged your families as they didn't seem to mind your soaked clothes, "congratulations, dear, welcome to the family", your future mother in-law said as she hugged you. "I told you she would accept it, George!", your father hugged your fiancée.

Going back to your place so you could change and your guests could hang out in a more private place, you and George got changed before heading back to the living room, hearing the kids snicker and running around.

"I'm sorry, uncle George, he got out and we couldn't catch him on time", (now) your niece said as she pouted, holding a beautiful baby kitten. He had soft grey fur and big curious eyes, "darling, this was supposed to be a surprise, but this is Winston and he's ours", George smiled, bringing the car up to your arms as you cooed at him, mouth agape at the way he snuggled into you.

"Another surprise? You're full of them, Mr. Russell", you winked, sitting down next to your parents and cuddling the cat, "look at you, so cute!"

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[une-femme-de-lettres]

Healthy Obsession

Pairing: John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Explicit, creepy behaviour, Reader is giving some Dom vibes, Johnny loves it, blowjob and teasing, Soap has a praise kink

Summary: Imagine – Soap being obsessed with you

A/N: This started as an Imagine, got way too long, ended up as a whole fic and made me realize how much I like to torture this man in the process… And I’m so proud of this! This is the best smut I’ve written in ages (if not ever)!!

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He finds himself staring at you for too long sometimes. But he can’t help it, you’re stunningly beautiful, highly skilled and incredibly cool… You haunt his dreams and his thoughts. Sometimes he is almost positive you notice his gaze on you, his little gestures. Sometimes he wishes you can pick up on all this and make a move.

He, the man who can clear a two story building in less than a bloody minute and easily shoot an enemy in the head a thousand meters away, can’t seem to muster enough confidence to come talk to you. You’re paralyzing.

On one particular unfortunate day, he decides fate has a curious sense of humour as Price randomly assigns beds in the safe-house. Soap has to share a room with you. Luckily you don’t have to sleep on bunk beds, thank Christ. He wouldn’t dare imagine keeping you up with the tremors and squeaks of the steel frame as he twists and turns, trying to find sleep.

Your single beds are a couple of meters apart. This is still a small room but you’re able to keep some decent amount of personal space. Keep boundaries.

Boundaries he is almost ready to break when he finds himself standing alone in the room, his eyes wide as he stares at the small laundry bag sticking out from under your bed. Clothes that need washing. He can see various fabrics bunched up inside the small cotton bag. But he can’t tear his eyes away from the little garment spilling out from the opening.

Knickers. His heart beats faster and his breath becomes heavier. Your knickers. He can’t seem to move a limb. And he feels himself slowly lose his mind when he notices a very slightly wet patch on the fabric, right where he can picture the cloth hugging your pussy, the most intimate part of your body. He shouldn’t be able to notice it, but he does. He wants to smell it. He bets you smell so sweet.

But he can’t do that to you.

It’s another one of these mornings, when your snoring has kept him up all night – not from the amount of noise you make but by the mere nature of your sounds – breathy, whiny, almost like moans. Torture it is, at this point, as he gets up every morning with a painful erection straining his pants and he cannot relieve it until he gets to the bathroom. And this morning is no exception.

That is, until he reaches the door and is pulled back forcefully before he can even lay a finger on the handle.

Suddenly, his back is resting on your warm bed and you’re straddling him, legs pressed on each side of his waist. He has to take a minute to check whether he’s still dreaming. Your giggles and the feeling of your fingers tickling his chest say he’s not.

Did you finally get his hints?

You must have. You are sitting in front of him, in the flesh, in all your glory. A million words come to his mind but he can speak none. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. You’re so beautiful…

“Thank you,” you say, leaning in and stealing a surprisingly chaste kiss to his parted lips. You watch him start to panic as realization dawns on him. He just said this out loud.

You throw your head back with a light hearted laugh. One that makes his heart instantly fill with grace. One he could sit here and listen to for the rest of his life.

“Are you happy to see me?” you ask, your voice mischievous as you slowly start grinding against him, your eyes now intently looking at him. He groans, relishing the feeling of your lower body pressed against him. You’re both way too clothed and groans of frustration soon follow.

“I have something to tell you,” he mutters hastily between gritted teeth, trying to keep his hands from gripping your hips and grinding you harder against him. “I want you, Lass… so bad,”

“Finally,” you sigh leaning forward a little bit more, “better late than never, eh, MacTavish?” you finish with a chuckle, your eyes and index finger slowly tracing the sharp angle of his jaw. He shivers under your touch, muscles flexing as he swallows a lump in his throat.

“Johnny,” he blurts with a light stutter, “call me Johnny.”

You smile, your eyes boring into his again.

“Johnny…” you repeat. His name sounds heavenly coming out in a breath from your parted lips. Delicious looking lips. “Want me to help you with that, Johnny?”

Your gaze dips into the space between your bodies. His eyes follow your movement and he slowly nods, not trusting himself with words for now.

He looks tense under you, eager. But you can tell he’s trying his best to contain some of his desire. Maybe for fear of scaring you away if he’s not gentle enough with you. How cute.

You shift down along his legs just a little so that the fastening of his pants comes into view. You lick your lips in anticipation. His cock is pushing against the fly, you can tell. It looks painful. You run a tentative finger along the outline, watching him for a reaction. His jaw flexes, your touch enough for him to feel, but not enough to relieve him of some tension.

Deciding you want to see him, all of him, you make quick work of his button and fly, opening his pants and discovering with delight the neater outline of his cock under the fabric of his boxer briefs. You stop for a moment, smiling at the sight of a small wet spot right where the head of his cock is resting against the soft material.

“Oh, Johnny…” you coo, swaying your hips. He’s just that excited… You’re absolutely loving this.

You quickly pull yourself up to your feet, watching him panic at the sight. You press his body down, assuring him you’re gonna be back in your spot shortly. You take a few seconds to get rid of your own pants and tank top. Without waiting for a sign from you, he lifts his t-shirt above his head, letting it fly across the room.

He’s lived this scene so many times in his fantasies, he knows exactly where he wants this to go. He wants to be inside you so bad. His pants are quickly discarded and you manage to stop him before he can remove his underwear. This part is yours.

You climb on top of him again, slowly pulling down on the boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock to your hungry eyes. It stands straight against his toned stomach and you can’t help admire the picture in front of you.

“You look so hot,” you murmur, running your fingertips along the curves of his chest. You swear you can see his cheeks tint with red in that moment. You lean in again to give him a kiss. A proper one, this time.

You easily force the passage into his mouth and use your tongue against his. His hand cups the side of your face, keeping you close to him. You taste so good, he wants this moment to last forever.

You part slowly from him, slightly out of breath and keep your mouth close to his for a moment, smiling and licking the remnants of his saliva on your lips. You can see his tongue twitch ever so slightly inside his half open mouth, he wants to do this for you.

He chokes on his breath when your hand cups his erection. Finally, your touch feels heavenly against his soft skin. His cock is practically trembling, hard and hot between your fingers. You move down a bit and give a tentative lick to his cock, running the very tip of your tongue along the length of it, slowing at the head and picking up a tiny bead of transparent liquid on your way.

The moan escaping his lips is delightful. You decide you want more. Taking a more comfortable position and grasping the base of his cock, you get to work, teasing him with small licks and open-mouthed kisses. His hips buck upwards in frustration and you can’t help but smile before you take him fully in your mouth.

It takes you a few back and forth movements to get used to his length but soon he bottoms out inside your mouth, the tip of his cock grazing the back of your throat.

“It feels so good,” he moans, his hands twitching, longing to grip something, touch something, anything of you. Your own free hand slithers up his body as you start slowly bobbing your head up and down. He can’t help grabbing it and bringing it to his lips, kissing the skin gently. You’re so good with him.

Your heart melts and you take even more of him into your throat. He feels your muscles tighten around him so deliciously.

“Ah,” he moans, his voice catching inside his throat, “not gonna last long, Lass.” His words are meant as a warning. They sound like a plea. A plea for you to let him inside your pussy before it is all over.

You let his cock slide out of your mouth, his eyes widening at the sight of the thick, sticky saliva coating his length and your lips.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Johnny, I want to taste you,” you say from where you sit, your hand slowly running up and down his cock, your movement slick with the saliva. He’s so sensitive, so close but your touch is light enough to keep him on the edge.

“Fuck, okay,” are the only words coming out of his mouth. He’ll do anything for you, everything you want.

With a light chuckle you dip back down, taking him even further than before. This time, you use every trick in your book. You swirl your tongue around his head, caress the inside of his thighs with your hands and tighten your lips around him.

Soon, his hips are bucking under you. He groans repeatedly, moans making their way out of his mouth despite his efforts. He’s a trembling mess and you make sure to look at him through your lashes as you drink up every drop of his release.

You let him ride out his orgasm inside your mouth, only touching his flesh very lightly when it starts getting too sensitive. With a few more kisses, you ease him back down slowly and straighten up in your seat.

His body trembling under you, you are more than satisfied with yourself. You lean into his mouth again. He doesn’t hesitate a single second before dipping into your invitation, tasting himself on your tongue. Noticing a small bead of pale liquid at the corner of your mouth, his tongue dart out, licking it off of you, and making you smile.

“Good boy.” A shiver runs down his spine at your cooing voice. He wants to be your good boy, so bad. He wants to hear your voice speak praises to him again, he’ll do anything for that.

With that, you sit back up, feeling the ripples of your teasing shake your own body. A knot coils inside your lower stomach, begging for release. Your pussy is throbbing in anticipation. You make a show of removing your underwear, letting him finally look at your pussy, glistening with desire for him. You thought he would be hazy with sexual satisfaction, unable to process more information but he is very alert, attentive to your every move, ready to enjoy every single second of this moment.

You let him run his hands along your thighs and hips, enjoying how hot they feel against you. Finally, he can touch you, squeeze your flesh. He relishes this instant, taking the time to look at all your curves, at every part of your body, wishing for it to never stop.

“Pleasure me, Johnny,” you whine, his eyes are immediately finding yours at your words and at your touch. You gently cup his right hand, detaching it from your hip to bring it closer to your core. It’s warm, heavy and strong. You can’t wait to feel his fingers on you. You let the palm of his hand rest against the inside of your thigh and place his thumb over your clit.

You’re sensitive, so sensitive you shiver with his touch. You guide him for a few seconds, showing him the movement you expect from him, the rhythm you need. He picks up on it quickly and soon he marvels at your form, bucking and dancing above him. Hypnotizing.

“Yes, just like that. You’re doing so good, Johnny,” you praise and he gathers every ounce of self-control left inside of him to keep this exact rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. Gentle, so gentle.

Your wetness makes his thumb glide easily on your clit. He can feel it getting harder under his digit, this makes it even easier to touch different parts of it. He notices the sides are way more sensitive than the rest, too sensitive. Touching the underside and gliding to the very tip makes you moan louder, he loves that.

Circling it makes your orgasm build faster inside you, your voice getting slightly louder with every turn. He does that, again and again, always keeping the same rhythm and the exact same pressure. He watches you intently, eager to not let any second of this heavenly spectacle go unseen. His hand is cramping slightly but he doesn’t care, all he wants to do is bring you to your release.

With a loud whine, a wave of pleasure crashes over you and you tremble and buck erratically above him. Seeing you coming undone under his fingertips, a dream come true. His big blue eyes stay fixated on you. He tries to watch every part of you at the same time. He wants to see your core quiver, your eyes squeeze shut, your face distort and your toes curl. Impossible.

You take a few seconds to finish riding out your wave. He doesn’t move, content with letting your rub yourself against his fingers. Right, he would be okay with anything you wanted to do to him. As long as he could continue to please you.

Spent and highly sensitive, you move his hand to the side of your hip, his fingers cupping a little of your backside. You let yourself fall forward and rest on his chest for a little bit. A few seconds might have turned into minutes but you don’t really care, you could stay here forever.

“You’re so good,” you praise in a whisper. His hand runs along your back, caressing every centimetre of skin accessible. He wants to keep you close and never let you go.

“You’re amazing,” he returns the compliment. You can feel his heart beat at a furious pace in his chest.

“Mmh, you know what the best part is?” you ask with a grin, sitting up slowly and taking his hand into yours again to guide it to your core. His heart racing in his chest, he only wants one thing, to touch the even more intimate part of you, to brush his fingers against your hot flesh, to push a finger inside you, feel how warm you are. You lead two of his fingers along your slit, letting him feel everything.

“You’re still so wet…” he says quietly, simply amazed. With the same bright eyes, he watches you take his hand to your mouth and suck his fingers clean. Your tongue feels so good against his skin.

“Yeah, and guess where all this is gonna go,” you start after letting his finger go from your mouth with a small wet pop, “if I do this?”

You sit back, your weight still resting on him but your legs free to move. You grab your previously discarded underwear and thread your legs through them. He watches intently your pussy exposed by your movements, before his eyes are back on yours when it gets covered by the fabric again.

He waits for you to show him. What exactly? He finds out soon enough when you straddle one of his thighs and starts rubbing against it. Strong muscles flex under his skin, making for a perfect humping pillow, not too soft and not too hard. He is mesmerized by your movements and swallows a lump in his throat when he notices a wet patch getting wider and wider on the bottom of your knickers.

His tongue comes out briefly to wet his dry lips, he can’t take his eyes off you and you enjoy the look of pure devotion on his face. Soon, you slow down and take the garment off again, this time taking your position back, straddling his waist.

“They’re just for you, you can keep ‘em,” you say with a playful giggle, “for your lonely nights,” you add, throwing the knickers onto his chest.

He doesn’t pick them up immediately. He wants to, so bad. He stops for a second, and something clicks in his mind. The laundry under your bed.

“You did it on purpose?” he blurts, his words barely even a question. He feels himself fill with shame at the thought what was about to with then. You let out a laugh and lean in, lightly tapping the tip of his nose with your index finger.

“My little creep,” you start, your voice showing just how much you like what he makes you feel, “didn’t think you had it in you to resist, you’re such a good boy, now you have my permission,” you finish, your eyes moving to the underwear resting on his chest. His hands fly up to the small garment. You watch him slowly bringing it to his nose, careful to push the wet patch right up against his nostrils. He inhales your scent, his eyes not tearing away from yours. He doesn’t want to stop, unfortunately his lungs can only hold so much air.

“It smells like roasted almonds,” he marvels, exhaling and taking in more of the scent. You smell even sweeter than he expected. You can’t help but smile at him.

He suddenly lets the underwear fall onto the pillow beside his head and grips the flesh of your thighs with a force you have yet to see him use with you. You gasp at the sudden movement when he pulls you up along his body, bringing your core closer towards his face.

“I wan’ a taste o’ that,” he says in haste and gears twist in your mind. You plant your hands onto his heaving chest, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

“Not yet soldier, you’ll have to earn that,” you say, mischief in your voice. He looks up at you. He definitely looks cute under you, head between your thighs.

“How?” he says, so eager to please. A devilish grin appears on your face. Time to see exactly what he would do.

“You give me your portion for breakfast,” you state clearly. He looks confused at first, then the realization hits him. He looks genuinely disappointed, almost hurt.

“You know I can’t start the day without food, Lass,” he murmurs and you smile wider. Your little game is on. He consider the proposition seriously, however.

“You can either eat breakfast…” you say, leaning in to speak into his ear, “…or eat me.” Your breath so close to his face makes his eyes close and a sigh escape his lips. “Your choice.”

With that, you get up from your position on the bed and quickly gather your things. You’ll need a cold shower right now before breakfast. You almost gave in, but this game is just too much fun. You barely dress before exiting the room and making your way to the bathroom.

With you out of the room, Soap lets out a sigh and lets his head fall back onto the pillow. A weird sensation takes hold of him. He had what he wanted, but not quite. He turns on his side, coming face to face with your underwear again. He brushes the fabric between his fingers and takes it to his nose again. You’ll be the death of him, that’s for sure.

With breakfast ready, you all quickly take a seat around the small table in the kitchen area and start chatting, already planning the day ahead. Soap is remarkably silent, seated to your left. Price serves the food and Ghost brings the cups of tea or coffee, depending on what each of you like.

Soap grabs a mug of tea and slowly brings it over. You thank Price as he hands you a plate of delicious looking food. He does the same with Soap and you watch him from the corner of your eye hesitate.

“Here you go Lass, you can have my portion,” he finally speaks quietly, trying to be as discreet as possible, but Soap giving away his breakfast was pretty unheard of. Everyone stops for a second as he slides his plate towards you.

 “You’re not gonna eat, Soap?” Price asks from his seat, raising an eyebrow.

“Nah, I’m no’ hungry,” Soap speaks softly, looking at you, a pang of regret audible in his voice. Your eyes are on him, watching his gaze and you suddenly feel bad. Poor boy. But you know you’ll make it up to him, giving it back a hundredfold. And he knows it too.

As he presses his hands flat to his thighs, trying to supress the growls of his stomach, you see the outline of a small bulge in his pocket, and the distinct colour of your underwear popping out from the opening. You smile to yourself, there’s definitely more fun to be had with this man later.

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 41: YOU ARE MINE!

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Extreme Smut

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It was around 4 o’clock in the afternoon when you arrived at the BAFTAs and the glitz and glamour were overwhelming.

The red carpet was buzzing with excitement, celebrities strutting their stuff and paparazzi flashing their cameras. And there you were, a timid young woman caught in the whirlwind of fame as Cillian Murphy's new girlfriend.

“I think I am going to be sick, Cill! There are too many people here,” you told Cillian as he helped you out of the car.

“You will be perfectly fine. I promise,” Cillian reassured you and your heart pounded with each step you took while anxiety coursing through your veins. People around you whispered, their eyes glued to the stunningly handsome man holding your hand - Cillian himself. Some were calling his name and some were simply yelling “here” seeking his attention.

His deep blue eyes met yours, filled with adoration and confidence. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, reminding you that he chose you, age difference be damned.

As you made your way down the red carpet, you noticed Kit, Cillian's assistant, shooting you daggers filled with envy as all three of you were led through the security gates.

And then there was Kim McGhee, the attractive reporter you had heard so much about. She had that sultry gaze, hoping to catch Cillian's attention. She sauntered up to him during an interview and attempted to flirt shamelessly, all while shooting dark glances in your direction.

Your mouth went dry as you watched the interaction. Insecurity gnawed at your mind, making you doubt yourself. What did Cillian see in you, after all? But just as doubt threatened to consume you, Cillian pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist, effectively silencing your internal turmoil while speaking to the interviewer, answering all of her weird questions.

A spark of confidence flickered within you as Cillian, ever the gentleman, deflected Kim's advances with charm and grace, his focus unwaveringly fixed on you. The way he held your hand, kissed your cheek, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear spoke volumes. His actions were a declaration to the world that he belonged to you, and even though this display of affection took place in front of several cameras, it gave you a good amount of confidence.

In the end, Kim McGhee thanked Cillian for his time, and you all wandered on.

But the attention didn't stop there. Everywhere you turned, women stared at Cillian—and not just because he was a talented actor. His captivating aura and undeniable magnetism drew eyes like moths to a flame. You felt overwhelmed, shrinking beneath the weight of their scrutiny.

"Cillian, can we get a picture?" a fan called out, flashing a camera in his face. Your heart sank, knowing that this was just the tip of the iceberg. The constant stream of attention was difficult for you, a shy and reserved soul who preferred the comfort of solitude, and you decided to take a break from this as you were feeling overwhelmingly sick.

Cillian glanced at you, understanding etching lines into his handsome features. He took a step back, his expression determined. "One moment, babe," he said gently before planting a kiss on your temple. "I'll be right back,” he said and, in turn, you told him that you would meet him inside.

“Okay. Don’t get lost,” he teased before he disappeared into the swarm of admirers and, five minutes later, you found solace in the still-empty bathroom stalls.

Your nausea was overwhelming now, and you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and reminding yourself that you were worthy of his love.

But no matter how much you tried to calm yourself, the uneasiness in your stomach continued to rise. Suddenly, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You instinctively rushed towards the nearest toilet stall and barely made it in time before your body expelled its contents.

In that moment, all the glamour and chaos of the BAFTAs disappeared. All you could focus on was the discomfort and embarrassment of being sick in such a public place. Tears welled up in your eyes as you flushed the toilet, feeling utterly humiliated.

As you emerged from the stall, your face flushed and your eyes puffy, you found Cillian waiting just outside the restroom. His concerned expression quickly changed to genuine worry as he saw your state.

"Kit mentioned that you were in there for a while. Are you okay?" Cillian rushed towards you, his voice filled with concern. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his warmth offering a small comfort amidst your distress.

Cillian held you tightly, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. "Shh, it's alright. Let's get you to somewhere not so crazy," he whispered soothingly.

You nodded, grateful for his presence and support, as Cillian guided you to a secluded area away from the buzzing crowd. He found a quiet corner near a wall, away from prying eyes, and helped you sit down on a comfortable chair.

"Take your time, babe. Just breathe," he said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. He pulled out a water bottle from his pocket and handed it to you. You took small sips, trying to calm your stomach and regain your composure.

Cillian knelt down in front of you, his gaze filled with love and concern. "Do you want me to call for some help? Maybe a doctor?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You shook your head, grateful for his concern but not wanting to make a scene. "No, I'll be okay. I just need a moment," you replied, your voice still shaky.

He stayed by your side, comforting you with his presence. His gentle touch and soothing words helped to calm your racing heart. Eventually, the nausea subsided, and you began to feel more like yourself.

"Feeling any better?" Cillian asked, his voice laced with genuine care.

You nodded, managing a small smile. "Yes, much better now. Thank you," you replied, appreciating his support more than ever.

Cillian squeezed your hand gently. "You don't have to thank me, babe. Taking care of you is my priority. Always," he said sincerely.

As the minutes went by, you regained your strength and composure. Cillian helped you stand up and walked you back towards the main event. He kept a protective arm around you, shielding you from the prying eyes and ensuring you felt safe.

Eventually, though, he was led away again by some reporters and you were stuck with Kit who couldn’t help but make a joke.

“Maybe you shouldn’t stay past your bedtime tonight. It will make you feel worse,” she chuckled, referring to your young age.

You shot a cold glare at Kit, feeling a wave of anger rise within you. How dare she make light of your vulnerability in such a humiliating situation? Your eyes narrowed, and your voice dripped with venom as you responded, "Maybe if you focused on minding your own business instead of obsessing over my relationship with Cillian, you wouldn't feel the need to make petty jokes."

Kit's face paled, her eyes wide with shock as your words hit her like a slap in the face. It was clear that she hadn't expected such a fierce retaliation. She stammered, trying to regain her composure, but you cut her off with a forceful gesture.

"Save it," you seethed. “Your jealousy is really embarrassing,” you told her firmly and Kit's face twisted, her jealousy dripping from every word that came out of her mouth.

“My jealousy, huh?” Kit asked. “I am not jealous, Love, I am just realistic. I am older, more experienced, and I can give him more than you can," she spat, her voice filled with venom.

Your blood boiled at her audacity and you stood your ground, refusing to let her tear you down. "Is that what you think? That your age and experience make you superior?” you challenged, your voice rising with each word.

Kit's eyes narrowed, her anger fuelling her response. "Yes, Y/N. I know what he needs, what he deserves. He shouldn't waste his time with someone like you, someone who can't handle the pressure and embarrasses him in public," she retorted, her voice dripping with disdain and, for a moment, you wondered if Kit's words held any truth and if your insecurities were justified. But then, like a beacon of light, Cillian emerged from the sea of people, making his way towards you.

His arms enveloped you in a warm embrace, his soothing voice reaching your ears. "Sorry I took so long babe,” he told you and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, letting it wash away your worries. "It's okay," you mumbled, fingers clutching at the fabric of his suit jacket.

“I know I have to share you sometimes,” you then joked and Cillian chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“I love you,” he admitted right in front of his assistant as he took a step back, his eyes searching yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“I love you too, but we should probably find our seats now, right?” you asked and Cillian nodded before gesturing for you and Kit to come along.

***

The night continued, the BAFTAs unfolding around you like a grand theatre production. Awards were won, and speeches were made, but the only thing that truly mattered to you was the man holding your hand, supporting you in the midst of it all.

As the ceremony drew to a close and Kit returned to the apartment, you found yourselves in the embrace of a warm after-party. The music thumped through your veins, the laughter and chatter melding together in a symphony of celebration. You clung to Cillian, your anchor in this sea of unfamiliarity.

Throughout the evening, you found yourself surrounded by women staring at him, their gazes filled with longing and desire. It made you feel small and insignificant. But Cillian was quick to remind you that you were his, kissing you at every opportunity, a silent declaration to the world.

Finally though, and unable to withstand the suffocating atmosphere any longer, you made a decision. It was time to leave the BAFTAs, to escape the glitz and glamour that had become a prison for your fragile heart.

You whispered your intention to Cillian, his eyes filled with concern as he agreed without hesitation. He knew the toll it was taking on you. Together, you slipped away from the vibrant chaos of the after-party, stealthily making your way towards the exit.

As you emerged into the cool night air, you hailed a taxi, welcoming the solitary moment to catch your breath. The glowing city lights blurred past you, a reminder of the surreal whirlwind you had just experienced.

In the silence of the taxi, you couldn't help but ponder the events of the evening. The grandeur of the BAFTAs seemed so distant now, as if it existed in a different reality. But through it all, the memory of Cillian's unwavering presence remained a beacon of unwavering love amidst the chaos.

Arriving back at the hotel, you stepped out of the taxi, grateful for the escape from the external pressures that had threatened to overshadow your connection. As you turned to Cillian, he gently took your hand, his eyes filled with understanding and tenderness as you made your way back to the apartment you had rented within the complex, and which you shared with Cillian’s assistant Kit.

When you arrived, however, it appeared as though she had already gone to bed. The light was on in her room, cracking through the gap beneath her door and, after what happened at the BAFTAs with her earlier that night, you reminded yourself of what your best friend Emma had told you in the past, about marking your territory.

With this in mind, you immediately pulled Cillian closer towards you, right after you had both taken off your shoes. 

Your lips brushed against his as you whispered softly, "Let's go into the bedroom," with just enough force to make him know that you wanted to have sex, rather than go to sleep. 

Cillian hesitated momentarily, glancing at the open door leading to Kit's room before looking back at you. There was a mixture of nervousness and concern on his face, perhaps a bit of fear of being caught.

You smiled reassuringly, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the bedroom. "She won't hear us. I will be quiet. I promise," you lied confidently before you walked towards your bedroom.

"Despite, I really need you to fuck me in that suit of yours. It looks so fucking sexy on you," you whispered, reaching up to touch his clothed chest, untying the top of his shirt and thereby exposing some of his chest hair.

"You want me to wear my suit while we have sex?" Cillian ought to confirm, chuckling slightly. His breath hitched, and he leaned in, kissing you deeply. The air was filled with the scent of his cologne mixed with your desire.

"Yes," you said before, on the way to your bedroom, pushing down your dress and leaving it lay around on the floor, thereby purposely leaving a message for Kit when she wakes up. 

After you entered the bedroom, you discarded the last piece of your clothing and pushed Cillian onto the bed. 

"You know that literally every second woman was staring at you tonight?" you then murmured, running your hands along his torso and down to his groin in a possessive kind of way.

"I think you are imagining things, babe," Cillian groaned in response just as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. You fumbled around with Calvin Klein briefs and then his cock sprang forth, hardening in anticipation. 

"I don't, Cillian. It's true. But, you are mine and, God, you are already so fucking hard for me," you moaned loudly in approval before you took his hands and placed them upon your own breasts, letting him feel your nipples responding to his touch. Your heart raced faster, your skin flushing with arousal.

"Are you being jealous?" he chuckled breathlessly, his fingers massaging your breasts gently, circling around your nipples as if wanting to savour this sensual moment.

"Maybe a little,”  you moaned, grinding your body against his, seeking the warmth of his flesh. 

"You have no reason to be," Cillian barely managed to say as your bodies intertwined and you could hear the rustling of his clothes. The texture was rich, smooth, and inviting.

"Cillian," you whispered softly, feeling the heat of his breath on your neck, sending tingles down your spine. "Tell me how much you want me," you demanded with a hint of authority, pulling away slightly to give him space to speak.

His face turned bright red, and he stammered, "I want you so fucking much," Cillian confirmed, watching you intently. 

You laughed softly, appreciating his honesty. "Good," you said, stroking his cheek affectionately.

"Now tell me, how much do you want my pussy?" you asked playfully, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. You couldn't help but feel the power surge through your veins, knowing that you were turning him on so much. His eyes fluttered closed, and his lips parted slightly.

"So fucking much babe," he groaned as you massaged his cock. His voice sounded raw and desperate. "Fuck, I want you to ride me," he then begged, and you smirked.

"Oh, I plan to," you teased, moving to straddle him. "But first, I want to you to make me cum with your mouth," you determined before climbing upwards. 

"Will you do this for me? Will you let me sit on your face and make me cum?" you asked, leaning forward, allowing Cillian to look into your eyes. He didn't hesitate even for a second, nodding fervently.

"Of course, baby," he gasped excitedly just as your tongue danced across his earlobe, making him shiver. You felt empowered in this moment, taking control of his arousal.

"Bring your pussy up here," he said, his voice strained with desire and, seductively, you adjusted your position. You complied, positioning yourself directly above his eager face. Cillian's eyes bore into yours, a mix of awe and longing visible in his gaze. You could see the raw hunger and eagerness in his eyes, making your knees weak.

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his face, feeling the cool air caress your wet folds. You let out a soft moan, revelling in the feeling of his hot breath on your most sensitive parts.

"Go on then. Make me cum all over your face, Cillian" you groaned and, immediately, Cillian pulled you down on to his waiting lips.

"Oh my fucking god yes. Just like this," you moaned as you could feel the warmth emanating from his nose and his tongue, causing a wave of pleasure to cascade through your body. Cillian's expertise with his tongue was evident, using gentle flicks and suction to build up pressure inside you.

In turn, you began to use your hands to explore his head, running your fingers through his dark hair, feeling the texture and thickness of it. This simple act sent another wave of arousal coursing through your body, heightening your awareness of his touch.

"More! Fuck!" you cursed out loud, your body shuddering under the onslaught of pleasure. Your moans grew louder as each movement of his skilled tongue sent new waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The intensity of the pleasure was almost too much to bear, leaving you trembling and aching for more.

The rhythmic movements of his tongue continued, and soon, you found yourself edging closer and closer to the precipice of release.

You gripped his hair tightly, arching your back, pushing yourself deeper into his face. Your orgasm was imminent, and the building pressure threatened to consume you whole.

You cried out in ecstasy, finally succumbing to the powerful waves of pleasure crashing through your body. As your cries filled the room, you could feel Cillian's satisfaction as well. You remained locked together, still entwined as your breath returned to normal.

"Oh, my god," you breathed out, staring down at him.

The sight of Cillian's face covered in your essence was an unexpected thrill for you both. You gently pulled away from his face, admiring his features and how satisfied he looked. "That was incredible," you confessed, unable to hold back a smile.

Cillian grinned proudly, pleased with himself. 

"I know. I love you taking charge babe, but what has gotten into you tonight, using me like this?" he asked, nuzzling your cheek.

You laughed softly, "I don't know. You brought that out of me, Cillian. I am sorry," you reluctantly said, cheeks blushing.

"Don't apologise babe. You can sit on my face any day. You know how much I love eating you out," Cillian said, stroking your cheek affectionately.

"I am glad you do, and I think as though it is time for me to repay the favor now," you smirked, grabbing his hand and guiding it downward and away from your face in order to adjust your position again. 

Cillian's cock throbbed, his breath quickened, and he moaned softly as you began your journey down his body.

"Tell me what you want, Cillian," you ordered with a playful edge to your voice, unbuttoning his shirt and trailing your lips down the curve of his abdomen. He groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

"Anything, sweetheart," he replied, his voice heavy with desire. "Just take me."

Your hands travelled south, drawing circles around his rock-hard erection again, feeling the weight of it in your palms. He bucked his hips in response, urging you onward.

"Tell me where you want my mouth," you insisted, teasing him some more.

"I want your mouth wrapped around my cock" he groaned just before you captured his length between your lips and wrapping your tongue around it, applying just enough suction to elicit a deep moan from him.

You smiled, slowly moving your mouth down his shaft, and taking him into your mouth. You could feel his muscles tensing beneath your lips, and the grip on your hair increasing. You used your tongue to swirl around the head of his cock, eliciting more moans from him.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned, his fingers digging into your hair. You continued your ministrations, taking him deeper into your mouth and occasionally sucking on him.

He bucked his hips, seeking release, but you held him firmly in place. "Not yet, baby," you whispered, removing your mouth from his cock. "Let me take care of you," you promised, sliding your hands down his thighs.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"Pull down your pants some more. I need better access," you told him, knowing very well that, after tonight, his $4,000 suit may need a good dry clean. 

Cillian complied with your request, and you knelt between his legs, your fingers delved into the soft, warm skin of his inner thighs, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Gently, you spread his legs further apart before you delved back down, engulfing his cock while your hands took hold of his ass.

"What are you...?" Cillian began to ask as you paused for a moment, you raised your eyes to meet his, watching as his pupils dilated with desire.

"Shh," you merely said before taking his length back into your mouth while caressing his ass-cheeks at the same time.

One of your fingers then slipped between his ass cheeks, finding his entrance already wet with your saliva as you continued to bob your head on his cock. You pleasured his erection with your tongue while, slowly, inserting one of your wet fingers into his tight hole, catching Cillian by surprise.

Cillian groaned loudly, his hips jerking towards you involuntarily. You held him steady, your finger finding his prostate, eliciting another moan from him. He was quickly losing control, his breath coming in short gasps as your fingers moved in and out of him.

Your lips brushed against his balls, then further down, causing him to shudder in anticipation, before returning to his length.

You slowly began to deepen your penetration, pushing one finger in and out. His moans grew louder, filling the room with their echo. There was no doubt that, by now, Kit could hear everything and this, itself aroused you. 

As your finger moved in and out of him, you simultaneously took him into your mouth once more, alternating between sucking and lightly biting the tip of his cock. This dual action drove Cillian wild, his muscles quivering with excitement.

Without breaking eye contact, you added a third finger, stretching him open wider than ever before. He cried out, struggling not to lose control.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such intense pleasure. You were the only one who could bring him to these heights, and you knew it.

The sensation was beyond anything he had ever imagined, and you could see the desire in his eyes as he watched you work your magic on him. You increased the pace, your fingers thrusting in and out of him with more vigour. Cillian couldn't contain his moans anymore, the walls shook with them.

His hands clutched at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. You felt a surge of power, knowing you had complete control over him, driving him to heights of pleasure he hadn't known possible.

Your fingers danced in and out of him, striking his prostate just right, sending electric shocks throughout his body. Cillian's entire body was tense, his muscles trembled, and his cock pulsed in your mouth. With each thrust of your fingers, you could hear his moans grow louder and more desperate.

"Fuck, I am cumming. Fuck," Cillian cursed his body rigid with tension, his breath ragged.

The room was filled with the sound of your combined pleasures - your moans of enjoyment, Cillian's desperate cries of impending release. Your fingers were still buried deep within him, working him to new heights of ecstasy.

"Please, don't stop," he begged, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his arousal as, finally, he filled your mouth with his sweet essence.

You didn't let up, continuing to stimulate him until every last drop had been extracted. Cillian's head collapsed back onto the bed, his entire body shaking from the overwhelming release. You removed your fingers from him, gently stroking his thighs as he caught his breath.

The room was quiet for a few moments, the sounds of your breathing and heartbeats filling the silence. Cillian reached for you, pulling you close, his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Fuck," he whispered before cursing again, his pulse rigid.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering, "This was insane. Thank you."

Your lips curved into a small smile as you traced your fingertips along his chest, feeling the warmth radiating off his skin. "You're welcome," you answered softly, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

Cillian rolled onto his side, bringing you with him, your bodies nestled together. "You're incredible," he murmured into your ear, his arm tightening around your waist.

You gave him a tender smile, enjoying the moment.

As your fingers rested on his bare chest, you felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest underneath your touch. Your gaze wandered downwards to observe the evidence of your passion, lingering there briefly before looking back into his eyes. His eyes bore a mixture of exhaustion and contentment as they met yours.

Slowly, Cillian broke the embrace, allowing space between your two bodies. You followed suit, appreciating the opportunity to explore your partner.

"Do you still want more?" you asked as, sensually, you nibbled his neck, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses down his chest.

"Always," he laughed weakly, his voice husky from your attentions. "But please let me take off this suit. It's fucking hot in here," Cillian begged you, frustrated as his clothes restricted his movements.

"Fine," you winked in response and, just as he struggled to remove his jacket, you marveled at how much this man truly wanted you and how different things would be if he wasn't famous.

But instead of dwelling too much on that thought, you decided to indulge his desires fully, letting your imagination run free.

You pulled away slightly, stood up and then got yourself a glass of water while Cillian too, got up from the bed in order to remove his expensive garments and carelessly discard them on the floor. 

"Better?" you asked, smiling as he stepped out of his now stained suit. His answer came in the form of him grabbing you roughly, and pressing you against the wall. His passion ignited by the nearness of you and your powerful seduction earlier.

"So much better," he responded with a playfully menacing glint in his eyes and you knew that, at least for now, he wanted to take charge and, indeed, you allowed him to do exactly that. 

"Good. Then, I want you to fuck me hard now," you demanded. "Fuck me like you own me, Cillian!" you begged him and he grinned devilishly, a gleam in his eyes showing his enthusiasm to oblige. 

"If this is what you want babe," he smirked, spinning you around forcefully in order to bend you over the sturdy study desk by your side. 

"Hmm," you hummed seductively as you positioned yourself perfectly, exposing your rounded bottom.

"Is this okay? Tell me if it's not," he requested gently, his fingers trailing lightly across your lower back.

"Yes, perfect," you assured him, leaning back slightly to allow him easier access.

There was nothing gentle about Cillian when he started. His fingers dipping into you, probing deeply, possessive.

His face reflected a mix of lust and urgency – an undeniable hunger in his eyes as he looked upon your exposed form.

"I need your cock, please," you soon began to beg, your hand reaching backward to stroke his rock-hard member.

The sight of you so eager made Cillian lose himself completely. 

Driven by sheer animal instinct, he positioned himself firmly behind you, his strong hands cupping your shoulders as he aligned his erect phallus with your ready entrance. 

In one swift motion, he plunged into you with force, making you cry out involuntarily due to the sudden impact. 

Despite the pain caused by his unexpected entry, you welcomed the

sharp burst of pleasure that followed, revelling in the knowledge that you belonged to this man entirely.

"You feel so good babe," Cillian praised, as he started moving inside you at a slow, measured pace.

Every push of his hips brought forth whimpers from you, accompanied by the occasional sharp intake of air.

Within minutes, your body found a delicate balance between pleasure and pain, your muscles contracting uncontrollably around his swollen shaft.

Cillian's thrusts became faster, harder, almost brutal as he lost himself in the throes of raw passion. Each movement was driven by a primal need to claim and mark you as his own.

Grasping your hips, he held you steady as he took possession of your body. Pushing deeper and harder, Cillian relished the sound of your moans growing increasingly desperate. Sweat poured down your temples, dripped onto your cheeks, and trickled down your back, leaving trails of dampness beneath your flesh.

"Oh god yes, fuck me harder!" you encouraged, digging your nails into desk, demanding more of his aggressive thrusts.

Cillian complied instantly, his penetration becoming even more forceful, each jab echoing around the apartment, reverberating through your shared connection.

Time seemed to stand still as your world narrowed down to just the two of you. All other concerns receded far into the background, replaced by this all-consuming eroticism.

As Cillian continued to move within you, you mirrored his fervor, meeting each thrust with a matching arch of your back. 

"I want your cum inside me," you breathed heavily, biting your lip as your own orgasm approached. You made sure that there was no doubt that Kit could hear you from her room as well and this spurred you on even more. This was revenge, pure and simple, a way to regain control after being disrespected and belittled in front of company.

"Fuck, I love you babe. I love cumming inside you. I am so fucking close" Cillian groaned as he pushed himself further into you, hitting the depth he desired.

He gritted his teeth, holding onto your hip as he tried to maintain composure.

Your climax hit you suddenly, causing your entire body to convulse violently, sending shock waves through your limbs. With your orgasm, you screamed out loud, amplified by the acoustics of the apartment. Every fiber of your being thrummed with the power of your release, as your walls clenched around Cillian, forcing him to cum as well and milking the very last drops of desire from his aching manhood.

Both of you remained locked in place for several seconds, recovering from the earthquake of euphoria, your hearts pounding wildly, your legs trembling, your minds racing. Finally, Cillian slowly released you from his grasp, carefully pulling out from your warm core, his face etched with satisfaction mixed with relief.

"You will be the death of me," he muttered, affectionately ruffling your hair as you both recovered from the intense experience.

Panting slightly, you smiled knowingly at him, satisfied with your domination and role reversal.

"Maybe..." you teased, pushing him towards the bathroom for another round.

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𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

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Loud chatter and music played in the background as you paced around, fingers twiddling with the edge of your sleeve as you waited for him.

He wasn't late, it's just that you were early. Maybe five minutes or so, but still early, and usually, it was him who was early and you who was late. But today was a special day, it was the lantern festival, and you had specially invited Zhongli to come and join you during this day of celebration and joy, as you wanted to share it with him.

You had put on your best attire - a traditional dress in the colours of scarlet red and golden. The fabric was mainly red, however golden streaks ran alongside the edges of it, and the gold adorned the scarlet colour with golden glaze lily flowers, all scattered across spacious parts.

Your sleeves were wide, and they covered your entire arm, up to your hands, they were covered in golden cascades that ended at a definite curved end by your fingers.

Your hair was let down, and adorned with a couple of decorative golden hair pins, as well as one golden, flowery comb.

To say you were overdressed would be a subjective statement. To some you looked simply gorgeous, embodying the image of a typical Liyue woman, to others you would look somewhat out of place - too rich for the harbour.

But what did that matter? All that your thoughts could run to was Zhongli.

You wondered how he was dressed, did he wear something special? Different compared to his usual work attire? What would he think of you?

You checked your watch, noting that it was almost time for him to be there. You put it away and slowly looked up, looking at the crowd of people around you, all carrying lanterns and enjoying snacks from the numerous food stalls scattered across the harbour.

You smiled, trying to imprint this image into your memory, as you did with every other lantern rite.

You breathed a content sigh, and looked around, your heart almost stopping as you spotted Zhongli standing beside you, a small content smile of his own gracing his lips.

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked, a big grin spreading itself across your cheeks as well, as you turned your body to face him.

You looked him over, cheeks reddening as you noticed his attire.

He himself was wearing traditional robes, boring the colours of amber and deep brown, which matched his usual look, but complimented his features stunningly. His hair was half down, some of it tied into a small bun at the back of his head,the longer untied strands sat loosely over his shoulders, now blending with the shorter strands, that had escaped his bun, together into one piece.

As you looked further down, you noticed one hand was behind his back.

"I wasn't standing here for long," he said, looking down at you through thick lashes, "But I noticed you were staring off into the distance and didn't want to interrupt you." He finished, smiling gently as he looked you over.

"You look beautiful, Y/n. Prettier than any glaze lily I've ever seen."

The blush on your face reddened to a shade darker, and you bit your lip, looking up at him in adoration, inhaling before you said, "You look amazing yourself, some would say you look like the statue of the Geo Archon himself." Your voice was quiet enough for him only to hear, and soft enough to pass as a whisper.

Zhongli's eyes widened, and an uncertain emotion swirled in his pupils before he blinked, and the look was gone. He thanked you and cleared his throat, asking for your hand.

"Since this is a special occasion, I brought you a gift," he said, bringing forth a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, "Liyue’s specialities. I do hope you'll enjoy them."

The bouquet was filled with every native flower to Liyue, sparkling with bright colours ranging from the baby pink of silk flowers, to the velvety blue of glaze lilies.

You were stunned, admiring the beautiful flowers that he had placed in your palms, their colours swindling brightly in the light of the numerous lanterns hanging above the two of you.

You looked up at your companion, smiling and blinking away a tear.

"Thank you Zhongli, these flowers are so beautiful," you said, bringing them closer to your face, enough for your nose to bury itself within them, "I will cherish them forever." You said as you pulled away, hanging onto the bouquet by one hand, the other sneaking through Zhongli's extended arm.

"Shall we?" He asked, subtly nodding his head towards the crowd of Liyue citizens who were all waiting at the harbour, their very own lanterns sat within their grasps, awaiting to ignite their deepest wishes into the sky.

You nodded at Zhongli, and walked along the people, admiring the vastly different lanterns, before you looked to Zhongli, who's gaze seemed to soften at the sight.

You smiled, and gripped lightly at his forearm, before turning your attention back to the festival before you.

The two of you walked hand in hand, tasting all the different local foods from vendors, standing to watch as people created their own fireworks - which would be displayed further into the evening - and watched again as bands played traditional music, as children ran past, their giggles and laughs erupting into the sky.

You looked at Zhongli once again, mouth barely opening before he beat you to speaking.

He leaned his head down, enough to be at eye-level to you, before his hand tucked some hair behind your ear, and he neared his lips to it, “Would you like me to buy us some lanterns? Joining in on the tradition would be wonderful.” He asked, his voice low and smooth like velvet, but still loud enough for you to hear.

As though he had cast a spell upon you, you found yourself unable to mutter out a single word of a response, and so, you opted to nod instead, eyes wide like a deers, cheeks rosy, mouth agape.

Zhongli laughed, and grabbed your free hand, intertwining your fingers before pulling you crit her into the crowds in search of a lantern seller.

Just a bit ahead, there was one vendor.

It was just your luck - they had two more lanterns left and looked as though they were about to close shop.

"Excuse me! Can we buy those?" You asked, breathing heavily as you rested the bouquet on the wooden table in front of the vendor. They were an older gentleman, who was maybe in his 60s, and he looked at the two of you surprised.

"You're just in time! I was about to close for today. Nobody wanted two lanterns as most people are in larger groups!" He shouted over the crowds, before turning to grab the two remaining lanterns. He then headed back to you and Zhongli, smiling softly at the two of you,

"Well aren't you a beautiful couple? Are you married?" He asked, passing over the lanterns.

Your face flushed a bright red, and you looked to Zhongli, who's eyes seemed to once again widen, his orbs swirling with an unknown emotion once again.

"N-no-," you started, but your companion interrupted you, "Yes. We are not married yet, but I plan on proposing soon." Zhongli said full of confidence, smiling down at the older man, before fishing some mora out of nowhere.

You looked from the grandpa to Zhongli, eyes wide as saucepans, mouth wide open in shock, heart pounding loudly against your ribcage.

He looked back to you, smiling gently, before giving the gentleman the money and taking your hand, his other holding onto the lanterns as you said your goodbyes and went to join the crowds.

"You plan on proposing to me?" You asked after a while of silence, looking up to him.

A light blush dusted over his cheeks, but other than that, nothing else gave away Zhongli's feelings.

"Oh look, they're about to let their lanterns out." Zhongli pointed out, skimming over your question before you could utter any other words. His hand tugged at yours, leading you through the crowd to reach near the wooden staircase.

"3.."

The people began chanting, raising their arms into the air,

"2.."

You and Zhongli did the same after lighting your lanterns, smiling, hips touching, hearts pounding,

"1.."

You looked to Zhongli, giggling in excitement as he looked back at you, a content smile on his face,

"Happy Lantern Rite!"

The crowds shouted, and hundreds of lanterns were let out into the starry night sky, their golden glow illuminating the night, painting it golden.

It was as though there was a new sun in the night sky.

Zhongli turned to you, eyes focused, smile soft, and hands reaching up to caress your cheeks.

"Happy lantern rite, Y/n." And with that, he pulled you in for a tender kiss, the warmth of his lips enveloping yours as people around cheered, wishing each other happiness and good fortune, but all that was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat, and the happiness you felt as you melted into your new lovers touch.

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