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a in anniversary is for apple pie! | cl16 smau

PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: charles and y/n return from their wedding anniversary dinner to find their daughter still awake and adamant about wanting the apple pie she was promised tonight! A/N: tysm for 500 followers🥹 pls accept this entirely sweet & happy fic as a token of my appreciation🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading <3

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charles_leclerc Happy wedding anniversary to my beautiful wife, Y/N. You hold my heart in the palm of your hands, but I couldn't imagine it safer anywhere else. I'm excited for more, mon cœur 🙏❤️

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Fumbling, you struggle to insert the key into the lock, a task made unexpectedly difficult by your husband's impatience. His gentle kisses land on the nape of your neck, his soft whispers proving to be an unwelcome distraction. "Stop it! Can't you wait until we're inside?" you scold, attempting to maintain focus. But his arms remain securely wrapped around your waist, his affectionate gestures relentless. "Remember, we have to face the babysitter the moment we open the door."

"Mhm," Charles hums against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and a suppressed smile to your lips. You curse silently at the six-inch heels you foolishly chose, your knees growing weaker with each passing second, the shoes only exacerbating the situation.

With a soft click, the door swings open, a rush of relief flooding through you as you silently thank your lucky stars. But before you can fully absorb the scene, the familiar sound of footsteps, accompanied by a beloved voice, reaches your ears.

"Maman!" Your daughter's enthusiastic embrace threatens to topple you as her tiny arms envelop your thighs. The warmth of Charles beside you momentarily dissipates as he steps back, a look of surprise crossing his features.

Running a hand through his beard, he gently tousles D/N's hair as he asks, "What are you doing up so late, love?"

Annie, your babysitter, interjects with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, I tried to get her to bed, but she insisted you guys were making apple pie tonight." She scratches the back of her neck, shrugging apologetically. "I did my best, but this little one is quite determined, as I've come to learn. Right, D/N?" Annie redirects her attention downward, addressing your daughter.

“You promised me apple pie, Maman!�� D/N's insistent plea rings out, her small fingers grasping the fabric of your dress. “And I want it now! I want it now! I want it now!”

Kneeling down to her level, you gently place a finger to your lips. “Alright, D/N, I can hear you, but not so loud. Remember, at night-time, we use our inside voice, okay?” Tenderly, you intertwine your hands with hers, tracing comforting circles on the back of her hands.

D/N nods solemnly and whispers, “You promised me you’d make apple pie, and I want it now. Papa,” she turns her pleading gaze to Charles, releasing herself from your grasp and wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve been waiting all day for this, please, Papa.”

Motioning for you to handle the situation with Annie, Charles scoops D/N up, settling her on his hip before disappearing down the hallway and into the kitchen.

You straighten up, offering Annie an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about that,” you say, reaching into your bag and retrieving an envelope labelled ‘Annie’s pay’. With a gentle gesture, you extend your arm, offering it to her. “This covers today, plus a tip, of course.”

Annie shakes her head, pushing the envelope back towards you. “I can’t accept this. I mean, I failed at getting her to sleep.”

“What?” You try to keep your voice steady, but frustration seeps through. “No, absolutely not.” Determinedly, you grasp her hand, pressing the envelope into her palm before folding it closed. “This is your money; you showed up today and did amazing, as usual. I promised D/N something, so that’s on me, really.”

She tilts her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure, Mrs. Leclerc?”

You let out a hum. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s just Y/N. None of that Mrs. stuff in this house, please,” you chuckle, “you're making me feel old.”

“Right, sorry, Y/N,” Annie quickly corrects herself.

Satisfied, you nod. “We’re getting there… But yes, I am absolutely sure. You deserve every single cent. Seriously,” you emphasise, “you’re a huge help to my family.”

"Alright, thank you, Y/N," Annie retrieves her bag from the hook on the wall and opens the door. "Have a good night."

"You too, Annie. Thanks again."

With a sudden slam, the door startles you for a moment before you release a long breath. You kick off your heels, relieved to be free of the "death traps" as you call them. As your feet meet the cool marble floor, a wave of calm washes over you, releasing the tension from your shoulders. It's exactly what you needed. Feeling much better, you slip off your coat and hang it beside the door before making your way into the kitchen.

A short while later…

"Alright," you lean over the counter, your forearms resting on the cool top, a warmth spreading through your heart as you watch Charles holding D/N in his arms, gently swaying side to side as they dance.

"That's what your mum and I were doing after we finished eating," he whispers.

D/N's high-pitched giggles fill the room, her tiny hand gripping a couple of Charles' fingers. "I want to come next time," she says, turning her head towards you. "Please, please, can I come next time, Maman?"

"Yes," you smile, "of course. Next time, you'll join us for our little anniversary date, okay?"

"Yay!" your daughter raises her hands in excitement, her face beaming.

Recalling the original plan, you clap your hands together. "Alright, D/N, are you still sure you want apple pie tonight? Not tomorrow or the day af—?"

"No, no, no!" she interrupts. "I want apple pie now!"

"Okay, okay… Time to wash your hands then, honey."

D/N squirms in Charles' grip, and when he finally releases her, she races for the sink in the corner of the room, immediately flicking the tap on.

Charles chuckles at the sight before turning his attention to you, stepping closer. You straighten up from the counter just in time as his hands envelop you, trapping you between the counter and his body.

"Looks like our plans will have to wait until later, huh?" you whisper, your voice taking on a sultry tone as your fingers trail up his broad chest, halting on his black tie, starting to unravel it.

Charles leans down, his warm breath slipping into the gap between your parted lips, the sweet tinge of red wine coating your tongue. "Looks like it… But I can wait, mon cœur," his voice resonates breathily as he closes the remaining distance between your faces, his soft lips meeting yours, hungry yet gentle. The kiss is brief, barely lasting long enough for you to savour the moment, though he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it slightly before releasing his hold and pulling away.

Remembering your husband’s earlier impatience when you were struggling to open the front door, you fold his tie and set it aside before raising a single brow, asking, “Oh, can you now?”

Charles nods with a sly smile, but before he can respond, D/N beats him to it, diverting your attention as she waltzes towards you.

“Hands are washed!” she exclaims, shaking her hands dry.

"Good job, darling." You slip from Charles’ embrace, grabbing the kitchen roll off the counter and passing it to D/N. "Here."

Once you and Charles have washed your hands, you begin assigning roles. "Baby," you address your husband, pointing, "You’ll chop up the apples, and D/N…" You tilt your head down at your daughter standing in the middle of the kitchen, her smile brimming with excitement. "Do you want to make the shortcrust pastry with me, honey?"

To your surprise, D/N shakes her head and rushes to Charles’ side, her cheek pressed against him. "I want to do what Papa is doing. I don’t want to work with you, Maman."

The admission elicits laughter from you and Charles, his chuckles resonating loudly through the room as D/N pulls open a few drawers and retrieves a butter knife and a chopping board before settling down at the dining table, her back turned to you.

As you turn around, you feel Charles’ strong arms enclose around your waist, his warm hands settling onto your stomach as he whispers into your ear, "You heard the little lady. Everything's just so much more fun with her dad, you know?"

“Shut the fuck up” you quip, jabbing him with your elbow.

“I heard that!”

D/N's words cause you to pivot, fixing your gaze on the back of her head. “I’m sorry, D/N, I shouldn’t have said that,” you concede, shooting a discreet glance at Charles. “It’s just that your father has a knack for being an annoying sh—” You cut yourself off before the insult fully forms, forcing a tight-lipped smile as Charles's laughter reverberates. “Let’s just say, he can be an annoying husband sometimes, you know?”

“No! Papa is never annoying, you’re wrong,” she counters, shooting you a reproachful look before redirecting her attention to Charles, waving. “Come on, Papa, I really want apple pie. Hurry up, I’ve already started!”

“Coming, my love,” Charles murmurs softly, turning back to you and lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He places a tender kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours. “So, I’m an annoying husband, huh?”

You smile and give a nonchalant shrug. “I could've said worse, trust me.”

“Papa!” D/N's voice rings out.

Charles barely flinches at your daughter's outburst, only chuckling softly and shaking his head as he moves toward the dining table, grabbing a cutting board and a knife along the way.

“Guys, we only need about eight to ten apples!” you call out from across the kitchen.

Charles winks at you. “Perfect, we have nine.”

Without further delay, you gather the ingredients for a shortcrust pastry and begin to mix them together.

Some time later…

As you finish rolling out the second dough, D/N rushes over, balancing a large bowl of sliced apples in her arms, and exclaims, “Here, Maman! We finished!”

"Thank you so much, my love," you reply, guiding her to settle the bowl onto the counter before heading towards the oven to turn it on.

Charles lifts D/N onto the counter, and you reach into the cupboard to retrieve the cinnamon, salt, flour, and sugar, handing them to your daughter. With a few instructions, she sprinkles the ingredients into the bowl of apples and begins stirring eagerly.

As D/N continues, you feel Charles' arms wrap around you, and he mischievously pinches the side of your waist, prompting you to shriek and swat his hand away, shooting him a playful glare. "Stop that!"

Once everything's mixed together, D/N eagerly assists you in assembling the pie while Charles holds open the oven door for you to slide it in.

"Perfect," you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "We did really well."

D/N squeals with excitement, jumping up and down before extending her hand towards you, palm facing up. "High-five, Maman!"

You promptly oblige, meeting her hand with yours before she moves on to Charles.

Two hours later…

"Two scoops of vanilla ice cream on your slice?" you inquire, arching an eyebrow at your daughter, who struggles to keep her head up, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily before snapping back open.

"Huh?" she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Yes, I'm starving, Maman."

You share a knowing glance with Charles, his dimples appearing as he smiles.

With a nod of understanding, you heap two scoops of ice cream onto her slice of golden apple pie, pushing the plate towards D/N.

Both you and Charles observe quietly as she struggles to eat even a single forkful before conceding defeat with a sigh.

Looking up from her plate, D/N's eyes flit between you and Charles, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Actually... I'm not hungry anymore." Before you can respond, she hops up from her seat, declaring, "I'm tired. I’m going to bed now."

She gives Charles a goodnight hug, then comes to you, avoiding eye contact as she quickly embraces you. "Good night, Maman."

In the blink of an eye, she vanishes from the kitchen, her footsteps on the marble floor echoing faintly as she races down the corridor, until they're drowned out by the resounding slam of her bedroom door.

You and Charles share a glance, both of you unable to contain your laughter.

After the laughter subsides, you stand up, holding D/N’s plate, and remark, “I’ll pop this in the freezer.”

As you finish storing everything away, Charles rinses the final plate and settles it onto the drying rack. Patting his hands on a paper towel, he fixes you with a tender gaze.

Though you know it's irrational, a wave of insecurity washes over you, making you acutely aware of all your perceived flaws.

"I love you. Happy wedding anniversary to us, mon cœur," Charles' sweet words halt your anxious thoughts as he closes the distance between you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Your breath catches as his tongue traces patterns across your collarbone, his teeth gently nibbling at your flesh.

It takes considerable effort to suppress a moan, but you manage to respond, "I love you, baby. Here's to at least eighty more."

You feel Charles' smile against your skin before he raises his head, eliciting a whimper as the cool air grazes your now raw neck. Before the sound can fully escape, Charles silences it by pressing his lips firmly against yours. The tension that had built up earlier floods over you like a tsunami, his hands exploring your body as your tongues dance, vying for dominance, until he breaks away abruptly.

Both of you are left breathless.

Once he catches his breath, Charles extends his hand to you, which you grasp eagerly—you need all the support you can get to avoid collapsing onto the floor; your legs feel like jelly.

Noticing your predicament, Charles' lips curl into a proud smile, prompting an eye roll from you as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, bridal style, and plants a tender kiss on your cheek.

"I think we should continue this in the bedroom, mon cœur," he whispers, carrying you down the hallway, anticipation making your teeth capture your bottom lip.

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Txt reaction to being ignored for 24 hours prank by their s/o

*requested*

Genre: Romance, fluff

Pairing: Txt! x Gn!

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, ghosting/ignoring, pouty beomgyu

Description: The txt member react to their s/o (you) to doing the “Ignoring your boyfriend for 24 hours” prank on them

Yeonjun

- “Baby talk to me”

- He gets touchy and clingy when you ignore him

- after a while, he’ll start to try ignore you too and it would be so funny bc he tries to be unbothered but he’s dying on the inside

- Will probably try to bribe you to talk to him, “if you talk to me i’ll buy you your favorite food for a month!”

- Will kiss your cheek to try and catch you off guard

- “I know you can’t ignore me for that long baby” With that devilish smile OMG

- Boy definitely makes you fold ( it’s just too hard to ignore yj 😫)

Soobin

- He gets so sad

- He immediately thinks he did something wrong, bc why else would you ignore him

- “Did I do something, y/n?”

- Tries to get you to talk to him but doesn’t want to be pushy

- “Do you want me to let you be then?”

- Tries to leave before you run and give him a big kiss, he just looks so pitiful when he’s sad though

- “ I thought you were mad me baby” And he would literally have tears in his eyes (omg he’s so precious)

Beomgyu

- Gets so pouty and whiny omg

- “Babyyyyy, talk to meee”

- Acts like a toddler having a tantrum

- Will literally annoy you to the point where you have to talk to him 😭

- But when he sees that you’re actually for real and you’re for sure ignoring him he starts to get sad

- Like he’ll just be scrolling on his phone, trying to act as if you aren’t there with the saddest look on his face

- When you tell him it was a joke he will NOT let it go and swears he’ll get you back LOL

Taehyun

- I think the prank would backfire honestly

- cause this boy is smart

- I think he would catch on to your prank and end up ignoring you too 😭

- “I know what you’re doing y/n” With a smirk on his face

- Like if you’d be ignoring him just on your phone he would text you a bunch so you could actually see what he was saying

- “y/n if you hate me stay silent” would say shit like that to try and get you to talk LMAO

- He would def get you into to talking first by saying something like, “Okay we’re breaking up if you stay silent” and you would just sit there like 🥲

Huening Kai

- he thinks it’s a little funny at first

- Because like, why are you avoiding him? 😭

- Sweet baby thinks he did something to upset you after a while omg

- I could see him like going out, and coming back with flowers to make up for doing whatever he did for you to ignore him 🥹

- It would be so hard to ignore him, like he’s just too cute to ignore plus it would feel so mean to ignore him cause he just bought you flowers like omg

- But he still tries to kiss up to you the entire time until you have no choice BUT to fold

- “See I knew you were just kidding babe, you love me too much to ignore me” In the cutest little voice 😫

Hi thank you for the request bae! I hope everyone enjoys!!! If you like it make sure to reblog or like if you want! 💖

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angelic-dew · 11 months

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You've bren writing for kny lately, can I get some giyu smut w/ a fem! Reader by chance? I barely see smut on your page.. so...

Pretty please? 🥹🥲

˚₊‧꒰ soft touches.☆ ꒱ ‧₊˚ . !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🌊 ୧・author's note; Honestly, I don't post smut unless requested because well- I'm shy about it; I was originally busy doing the 200+ special but I can squeeze this in. ask and you shall receive basically.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🪐 ୧・pairing; Giyu Tomioka x AFAB Reader! (she/her pronouns)

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🫧 ୧・word count + summary; 2121 words. + after a long mission, you help your beloved relax for he is tensed, however, he decides to put you first, as usual, because your needs come before his.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings; smut, suggestive words, first time sex, teasing, and grammatical errors. if you are sensitive towards these topics, please dni. Btw this is 18+ content, please don't interact minors. proofread

It was by common knowledge that you and Tomioka have been together for some time already. Things weren't moving too slow nor too fast which was a steady and suitable pace for the both of you. Truly, you didn't want to rush Giyu for you knew he was a very distant and busy person in general; not to mention the fact that he wasn't even used to this type of treatment from the early stages of his life. But it is true, you loved him with all of your being.

He was sent on a mission for a few days. As much as it hurt you deeply to watch the love of your life leave you and possibly not return was heart-wrenching, however, Tomioka was a fighter, he was stronger than most, you knew he would return safe and sound. You didn't cry, you were the polar opposite. Instead of having the icy hands of fear consuming your every move, you chose to look at it in a positive aspect of it. (Name) knew her partner more than she knew herself, after all, he was hers and she was his, she loved him and she swore it to be true.

Days upon days she awaited his arrival, waiting ever so patiently and rather enthusiastically for her partner's return. Waves of pure excitement flooded her innocent mind as she waited and pined for him to come back to her once more. His breath-taking face was solely engrained in her mind for it was him all she thought about during this time. Elation was practically flowing through her veins as she waited like a good little puppy dog for it's owner; how sweet was she?

♡

Then the day came, he returned back to his beloved (Name).

"Giyu! Giyu!" exclaimed a teary-eyed (Name) as she darted across their shared estate to hug her beloved who looked like he hadn't attained at least one single scratch. Capturing him within her warm, tight and of course comforting embrace, Tomioka relaxed his once tense shoulders and a soft sigh of relief escaped from underneath his pale lips. With little to no expression plastered along his face, he hugged his beautiful beloved (Name) back tightly, almost too tight.

Nuzzling his face into (Name's) shoulder a bit, he kept it there and snuggled up to her a tad bit further than before, cherishing this short moment sincerely. "I missed you, dear," Tomioka uttered as he wished he could stay in your loving embrace for all eternity. It made him develop a sense of comfort.

Peace. Love. For him to finally be at ease.

You watched how Giyu was clearly stressed from his duties, it was evident just by his expressions alone and by his touch; he was stiff and tense. A sudden idea popped into your mind which was straying away from all innocence at this point in time.

Soft glistens of mischief were seen captured within your eyes as you brought one of your hands closer to his face, cupping his soft cheek gently before leaning in to whisper, "Mmm- Darling, you know, I could help you relax, I can tell you're pretty tense. Would having some 'fun' change that?" you coaxed teasingly into his ear, playfulness lacing your voice as you nibbled on his earlobe slightly. You were taking a risk, you surely didn't know if he wasn't ready or not, but you took a shot at it.

His azure-blue eyes widened just at how bold your words were and was taken aback by it all. After all, you two haven't done anything since getting together, but there's a first time for everything. An uneasy silence loomed through the air aimlessly before he spoke up quietly, "I could use a snack about now," as if he completely ignored your words.

Confused and a bit embarrassed, you questioned him, "What do you mean? Like some Mochi?" in an attempt to cover up all trace of your shame. Amused, he replied back to your comment, "No, how about I show you what I mean, darling." He removed his face from the crook of your neck and got himself out of your embrace. You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he is implying but before you even think, he has picked you up bridal style, being very careful with you. As if you were a piece of fragile glass or porcelain.

He carried you to your shared bedroom in the estate, plopping your body carefully onto the once-lonely bed after closing the door behind you two, with a simple swift nudge of it. He licks his lips a bit; leaning down close to your ear, he speaks softly almost like a whisper, "You said let's have some 'fun', I'll show you my definition of 'fun'." At this point in time, a cherry-red blush has now crept itself onto your cheeks, tinting them with the rosy colour just from his words meeting your ears. Causing you to melt inside almost instantly.

Gradually, he leaned down and placed his soft, tender touch on to your waistline, running his fingertips playfully around the delicate fabric of the bow of your yukata ever so gently, before untying the fabric. Allowing him to peel away the other parts of fabric hiding your wonderful figure. Now, Tomioka was certainly not expecting this, his eyes widened and his own red blush tinted his face deeply, the colour was very much visible. As he trailed his eyes along your dazzling physique.

Soaking up every inch of your body with just a few looks. However, he did wish for those pesky undergarments of yours to not be in the way of this. They simply had no use for what he had planned.

"Now, let me get my snack," he spoke up coldly, hints of playfulness still looming through his words. He took his hands and slowly stripped away your underwear, letting it rest neatly on the floor beneath you both. Now, your bare cunt was exposed for him to see, and it was his sight alone. How exciting was that for him? Carefully, he leaned down and took off his haori, letting it fall to the floor to accompany your items of clothing.

Giyu placed a firm hand on your inner thighs, stroking them ever so slowly, light yet lingering touches remaining there as he leaned in. Glancing up towards your angelic face; his gaze softens as he looks at you for confirmation. You nod, you wanted this, after all, you needed to feel him. Know what it's like to be one with him. To please him. To know how it feels to have your first time with the love of your life.

He nods his head back in response to you, his baby blues skimming long your red cheeks, a slight grin cracking on his face as he does so. Shifting his attention back down, he takes in the sight of your raw pussy wholly. Knowing that it is for sure his. He couldn't be happier. As his face eventually met your entrance, oh boy, he was on cloud nine.

Taking his middle and index finger, and slowly rubbed your clit teasingly, watching as your slimy, runny pre-cum gathered and clustered on his fingers as he does so, practically making you wet and tremble from under his very touch. Licking his fingers proudly of every singular ounce of your rich, sweet, gooey pre-cum, he looked down at your lewd face and exposed body. "Now that's a tasty snack, I would like more though," he said, how greedy to say the least.

Without uttering another word, he placed his hands gently on your plush thighs and held your legs up slowly yet tenderly, taking his time to gaze upon your beautiful figure sprawled out messily beneath him, he leaned down. Tomioka licked his lips once more, saliva thinly covering his lips. In doing that, he brought you to heaven on earth. His moist, hungry tongue worked magic and created miracles as it worked every individual spot in your tight, narrow entrance. Even managing to force itself within the slimy walls of your cunt at times. You being a completely drenched, gooey mess made it easier for him to slip in and toy with.

Sucking a bit and trailing his tongue along your sensitive area repeatedly. Rapidly. Eagerly. There was just too much overwhelmingly sweet goodness stored within you; how could he resist? His tongue was ecstatic with your flavor, it was nearly sickening that you could taste so delightful - better than any fruit, beverage, or candy. A one-of-a-kind taste he had all to himself.

He cherished this flavor and this wasn't even the best part, his mind was absolutely racing with the thought of you releasing your warm juices in his mouth. He only imagined how that by itself could taste. It was as if he could imagine it dancing happily on his tastebuds; with a refreshing flavor that he could never grow weary of.

Giyu's mind was completely far from innocence now but he couldn't help it. His tongue began growing more impatient by the passing moment; his slimy friend briskly moved along your flaps and overlapped them. Sweet, soft cries of pleasure and pleased, quiet hums emanated from underneath your filthy lips, heavy, sharp breaths soon to follow after.

That's what he wanted, those adorable sounds to come from you. He craved hearing those sounds like an utter animal, however, he wasn't yet done with you. As he knows, self-control and patience are key, and why not have some fun while doing it?

Tomioka gradually removed his face from your gooey hole, even if it hurt him to get away from that flavor for only a moment. He looked at your naked body in awe while a small smile unnoticeably crept along his face. "This is such a sweet treat, never knew it was cherry-flavored," he said under his breath.

You were confused, 'Cherry?' you thought yet you remained quiet. That same blush never dying on your face, that explained it.

He gripped your thighs further, only earning a whine from you as he nudged his face back in, this time going for your thighs. Starting with which was once small kitten licks turned into ravenous sucking and nibbling of your plush flesh. You weren't complaining, it felt absolutely amazing, as he nibbled and took in the inviting taste of you. He nearly got more occupied with his current task.

At least, he decorated your legs nicely with various dark hickeys and love bites. Several small bruises make their appearance on your figure as well.

He grinned broadly, satisfied with his work before getting back to work with your gooey hole. His greedy little tongue had its way with your folds, lapping and rubbing itself within every crevice it could muster. Wanting for your taste so, so badly. You just had to give it to him. So why not help? You took your left hand and applied pressure to the top of his raven black locks, allowing for his tongue to go deeper within your pussy from this bold action.

He liked this.

He continued with what he was doing, his slimy tongue buried deep within your warm insides was like heaven. As you gripped the delicate sheets beneath both of you, you bucked your hips upwards. The fabric you were holding onto helped you do so as you repeated this process - your hand still firmly gripping his hair. Letting him truly have a good taste of what you really are.

The lewd yet melodic, pleasureful moans and cries flowed into Giyu's ears. Sounds of satisfaction and contentment. And he caused all of this. He alone made you this moaning mess that couldn've barely contained yourself. Truly, he was proud.

For what felt like very few minutes, it was an utter pleasure. Time truly goes by when you're caught up in such fun. You finally came within him, and the substance was even better than he imagined. It flowed along his tongue ever so nicely as he had himself a field day drinking away every single drop until there was nothing left but his saliva thinly coating your entire clit.

As he was busy with that you were attempting to catch your breath. Getting even the slightest bit of air within you was crucial. You can't help but not recall what just happened. You took away your hand from his head and loosened your grip on the sheets as he licked away the last drop and looked proudly at his work.

That was the end, right? But did you know he was suppressing his needs all this time? Maybe you two should switch roles.

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Black Flag, Black Hearts? Falling for Pirate!Ateez (Meeting Pirate!Ateez Part 2- Female Reader)

One (1) request for part 2 was all it was going to take to continue one of my favorite pieces hehe… but I got 2 🥲🥹 hope y’all enjoy this one too! 🏴‍☠️ plenty more where this AU came from 😉

Warnings: suggestive content, a little more gun mention this time, some violence, blood, death implication

☠Hongjoong☠

As breath returned to your body and pain subsided, you were held to no debt. Should have known, really, that the thieves robbing thieves sought not to use a life as a transaction. Legend had gotten the best of you once and you dared not repeat that.

For your own honor, honor far beyond that of the so-called law, it seemed fit for a thanks, though. Fit for some token of gratitude immeasurable, for how does one quantify life? Your tavern was ash beside, so what tether had you to the land? No job, no marriage, not even a debt to escape. Much as you might miss a few polite regulars, it was likely you could disappear unnoticed.

And disappear you did, shoving off with the Eightfold as the new cook. One of the others bore the mantel for some time, bid you share it with him for his own joy, but their captain insisted you were far better suited for it. From what you knew of men, that could easily prove true.

Bringing a woman aboard, necessity though it may have been, proved great fun for the raucous middle-mates, as you called them. Not the youngest, not the eldest, just dreadfully, wonderfully boisterous people the likes of whom always got feet stomping back in the tavern.

And stomp feet they did, insisting you must dance with them after so long a drought of partners to reel or otherwise with atop the waves. You were earning your sea legs, wondering if you might have a tilt akin to theirs at your next port stop, so why not challenge yourself with a dance or three?

Skirts in hand, you circled Mingi, who had laughingly unbuckled his pistol belt at your wary glance. Too many a shot had drunkenly or exuberantly fired into a floorboard or a foot for you not to. The tall gunslinger danced like Old Man Jo's hound dog, unaware of strength that could bowl a woman over, but far too kind to wish that. The pair of you laughed a lot before you were handed off to San, who took you gently by the hands and spun you with delicate care, reminding you more of the sweet childhood cat that used to curl at your side whenever you took ill or cried. What a whirlwind before you, nearly a stitch in your chest, got passed to Wooyoung, who found a nice middle ground between push-and-pull and treating you like glass, but coupled with the unfortunate side effect of being a little handsier than necessary, his grip sliding lower on your hip.

And that, that was when you saw it. Like a shadow, a falcon poised for an elegant, precise swoop, your dance partner's Captain stood glaring, stare intense as every wanted poster that had crossed your path made it out to be. Spine tingling as it was wont to do at that look, you found your attention transfixed upon Hongjoong as he strode up to Wooyoung, authority resounding in each strike of his boots. Wooyoung smiled, somehow half proudly and half sheepishly, a wave crashed, and still glaring Hongjoong gave a jerk of his head and a few quiet words that had his junior scurrying off.

Then he was before you, entire affect altered, face a sole mask of concern. It was as if you peered into completely different eyes. "I told him not to touch you like that," he told you, voice dark only as you'd heard once before, just on that fateful night you thought you'd met your end, "he shouldn't dare."

Serious as the captain sounded, you couldn't help smiling. "Thank you. Don't be too hard on him, though, I've dealt with worse. Think he just forgot himself. Why don't you show him how it's done, then?"

That earned you a slightly cocky grin, that satisfied look you frankly couldn't get enough of. "With pleasure. May I, then?”

His hands hovered until you nodded, then one took yours and the other held your waist, this time far more proper than his predecessor’s hold. You had nothing to compare this dance to, no parallel of memory to the way Hongjoong made you feel.

“This moonlight becomes you,” he remarked quietly, “becomes you far more than galley lamps. You are our Diana then.”

Goddess of the moon. The moon which did hang like a great wide monocular gaze over your dance, the way your hand reflexively tightened over Hongjoong’s shoulder at the return of his honeyed words. “You think so highly of me?” Was all you could ask, surprisement coloring your face and tone alike.

“Suppose I need to get better at showing it,” Hongjoong joked in response, but something stirred in his gaze that confirmed it better than words.

Since that night, Hongjoong spent more time than ever in the galley, playing guessing games with you about your destination and playfully rolling his eyes when you made the man stop and eat something for once.

“What can I say,” you shot back at his teasing smile, “I’m trying to get better at showing it, too.”

☠Seonghwa☠

Your sack was as full of little trinkets-and even a bit of new clothing-as your heart was apprehension. Every thud of your soles upon the planks of the dock, then the ship, echoed beats of your heart. Live on as you may, nothing could have properly prepared you that morning for the fact that there was no return to your old life, that a gentleman claiming to be a pirate would whisk you away to his ship.

Upon setting foot upon the deck, Seonghwa undid your handkerchief, revealing his handsome face as he handed it back, and clapped a hand to the shoulder of another man, this one tall, smiling, and a bit fair.

Said man nodded your way, shocking you with as friendly a smile as you had ever seen. “And who might this be?”

“My name,” you answered, internally cursing the small voice such apprehension had produced, “is (y/n). I took interest in your First Mate’s cartography.”

“She has an interest in all the arts, it seems,” Seonghwa added, a touch of pride coloring his voice, “I saw the way she admired weaving, blown glass…”

The other man tilted his head, still smiling. “Oh, really? Well, have you any skills in its study along with your valuation our captain will take quite a liking to you.” So the ship did not belong to him.

You swallowed, shuffling a bit forward from Seonghwa’s side, feeling the sudden absence of warmth there. “Are you art thieves, then?”

“In a manner of speaking,” another voice rang at your back, several bootfalls following it.

Turning on your heels, skirts swirling about your feet, you were faced with the intense gaze and proud smile of a man in a long, billowing black jacket, a gold pin shining upon its lapel. The designs on his waistcoat were intricate yet sharp, clearly hand-painted. Perhaps he’d stolen that too.

“For what does my First Mate bring you here?” Imposing words, yet with a tone clearly meant to put you at ease.

“For my love of the arts, it seems,” you replied, trying your best to look the man you took to be Captain in the eyes, “my question stands if it may: are you art thieves?”

The captain’s hand fully left his side, dropping your heart at the realization he likely concealed a blade there. “Have you heard what happened to the Egyptians? Their craftsmanship scooped up to line the halls of the rich. The great monarchs of the world with their hoards of untouched advancement? Creations returned to their creators. Wealth in the hands of the poor. Do you call that an art thief?” He looked quite satisfied at the dropping of your jaw.

“I call that right. The- the authorities say you kill and pillage.”

“Of course they do,” Seonghwa chimed in with a snort, “they want you to turn us in, do they not? I beg your pardon, ma’am, but you see why I say stories are to be doubted.”

“I do,” you nodded, “but I am no thief, just an admirer.”

“Could you identify a fake if you laid eyes upon it?”

“A counterfeit?”

“I suppose I could try. My art education is not exactly extensive, but if I cannot return home, at least I can continue it still.”

“Then it is settled. Excellent recruit, Seonghwa,” the Captain said, “go make sure she is comfortable.”

“You have so many wonderful things, Seonghwa. Are they gifts?”

The First Mate had led you down a hatch, down a set of stairs into a cozy little wood space that reminded you faintly of a hayloft. There was a bed already, a mattress draped with a quilt bearing some traditional pattern you didn’t quite recognize, likely a gift from travels prior. He helped you set your assortment of glass animals upon the claw-footed chest-of-drawers that sat against the wall across from the bed, even dusting off the looking glass for you. You’d remarked that it was a nice room-a lamp was already set upon the nightstand and a painting on the wall- but a mite lonely, so Seonghwa showed you his quarters across the hall. Jointed figures of wood covered one dresser, several ships in bottles resting in various places upon his bookshelf.

“Some of them, yes. The fine carvings are gifts, the cruder ones my own attempts,” he chuckled, “assembling a ship in a bottle is about all I’m good for.”

“And how does one do that?” You asked.

He’d sat you down on one side of a little table, his seat shuffled right at your side. Bits and pieces of tiny masts and sails were scattered about. You saw a tiny wheel, the smallest seagulls you’d ever laid eyes upon, all resting upon the finely stained wood. Picking up a pair of very long, thin tools, Seonghwa slid the bottle closer between you. “Very carefully.”

His smile made you smile, leaning in to watch him assemble it all. He named every piece of the ship, taught you which was port and starboard, pointed out the carven mermaid figurehead of the ship. “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Look closer. She looks a lot like you.”

Your lips parted, failing to form words as heat crept across your cheeks. Suddenly you were quite thankful for the oil lamp’s safe distance from all the wooden bits and bobs. The legends certainly were lies, for never had you felt more comfortable, any safer, than at the table of a pirate.

☠Yunho☠

"Another round, then, on me!" One of the Eight, the one who seemed most worthy of being Captain beside the man in the gold pin himself, called out to the almost creakingly full table, raising his tankard heartily.

"I believe you mean on me, Jongho," you replied, plucking the intricately filigreed mug from his hand and grabbing his neighbor San's too, turning the smooth fired rim in your hand.

Some months ago your inherited estate had been a dull, lonely cave of finery, joy of almost every dress and other beautiful thing you had inherited gone at the loss of family and company that had befallen you alongside it. What care had you for silken curtains hanging in a parlor no one sat in or a grand piano with no audience? Indeed, the sea was your greatest companion, solitude drowned out by whistling wind, crashing waves, and the sensation of feet upon sand. Such forces of nature offered much greater solace from your thoughts than anything of mankind, yet utterly void of their touch.

Now those once-consuming thoughts were but a laughable memory. Raucous song filled your parlor and kegs of ale your cellar lest the Eightfold arrive after a drop at their hollow on your beach, filling their cave with yet another chest of gold and stolen riches before making their way to you, presenting you with beachside finds and the odd gifted artifact, often a figurine for your many surfaces and shadowboxes.

"You're wearing a new dress every time we see you," another pirate, this one by the name of Wooyoung, remarked.

"I was given so many," you replied from your countertop, shrugging as you filled the two mugs.

"And jewelry, no doubt."

"Why," you shot back, reentering the dining room with a careful grip upon the now foam-topped vessels, dodging a flying arm punch between pirates, "do you plan to rob me after all this time?"

"No, I was just wondering why with all you've got you wear those silly shells about your wrist every single day."

As you laid your cargo down your eyes instinctively fell to the string of small orange shells Yunho had made you the day you met, then flicked to the pirate himself. "Perhaps it is important to me," you replied, nose in the air and heart in your throat.

Clearing some plates off the table and straightening the lace runner was supposed to distract you, but of their own accord your eyes fell to Yunho, whose gaze rested solely upon you. Hurrying, you shuffled to the kitchen, setting the plates aside the basin with the rest.

When all was said and done for your meal, you returned to the parlor for song, caring not for whatever sand tracked into the flowered carpet. You could clean. Passing through the doorway, you heard the voices of the young men squabbling over whose turn at the piano it was.

"Let me, please, I've a good one," you heard Yunho request, voice a soft plea to the others' raised bickers, "and I believe I still owe our hostess, all things considered."

"He is right, you know," you chimed in from your lean upon the threshold, arms crossed, “did he tell you the tale?”

"Ha!" Taking the bench and apparently ignoring the nature of the tale, which involved his blade upon your throat, Yunho swatted the two men on either side of him upon the head with the backs of his hands and began to play.

No shock was it for a man with hands like that to be adept at playing the piano. Nor the sweetness of his voice, the likes of which you'd been graced with prior, even if it was chorusing a shanty. The words he sang, however, raised brows.

From a sailor's perspective, the whole of it was a lament of missing a woman while upon the sea, and missing her dearly. Yunho charmed the keys and poured out genuine emotion with every note of his sweet voice, bidding you wonder if he’d had a woman at port the whole time.

Everyone applauded him, naturally, when he finished, but as he rose from the bench and urged Seonghwa forward in his stead, again his eyes fell upon you.

“Who is she, this woman who charms such shanties out of you? Not a pirate queen, it seems?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow and straightening your brooch.

“I plan to make one of her yet. She certainly has no fear of making a mess of herself at the sea’s edge. I’ve never seen a smile like hers, but she’ll set a man straight if she wants to. She flew a kite with me once, and that was how I knew it would be murder stepping off her shores again.”

You’d flown kites together the previous month. He hadn’t one before, yours a gift to him. “Has she any token of her sailor?” You asked, swallowing and taking a step closer, lest you misread the man who’d made you a string of shells, run a hand over it every time you danced- and that was certainly much more than with any other crewmate.

At that, Yunho lifted your hand up by the wrist, presenting those same beads of nature you never had the heart to go without. They were as a sign to you- a sign you were never truly to be without companionship again. His hand held yours so gently, like a gentleman, before he placed a kiss to the back of it.

“From the moment I met her, I knew I couldn’t leave her without her wearing some sign of me. Aren’t I selfish?” He smiled, looking for all the world like a proud, mischievous boy you couldn’t quite bring yourself to discipline. “What a pirate. Even from an apology I seek something for myself.”

“Funny, my pirate is always saying his riches don’t belong to him. Saying things like he and his friends have rebuilt half of Seonghwa’s hometown with the money that had been fattening kings.”

“Your pirate, hm?” Yunho gazed into your eyes, fluttering his lashes as he brought your hand closer, pulling it near his chest, your face warming with the gesture. “I like the sound of that. Do you think of me, then, as I think of you?”

“I feel as though I am counting the days until your return,” you admit with a flush.

“Then let us be as otters on the sea, always holding each other afloat,” Yunho whispered, leaning to press a kiss to your lips, soft, chaste, and yet loving enough to spin your head, “come with me. You are more than a lady at the dock- I would have you by my side.”

☠Yeosang☠

You said yes.

Water lapped at the sides of the boat, swaying it comfortingly. The Captain had looked upon Yeosang with surprise, then some degree of annoyance, as they spoke outside of your earshot, but the moment he dubbed you a jeweler it was all smiles.

You’d have assignments before you knew it, but such would come to pass seemingly ages after the moment’s heaven. Shrugging the covers higher, you shuddered under the chill of untouched silk upon warm skin.

"Cold?" Yeosang slipped a bit closer, a hand running up and down your upper arm.

"Faintly," you replied, lashes fluttering into your gaze upon his visage, obscuring the beautiful candlelit image.

"Well, is it any small wonder? You've no clothes on!"

"I wonder who did that," you teased.

"I wonder," Yeosang repeated, smiling and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Nestling into the crook of his arm, you chuckled contentedly, gaze briefly flicking up to the crisscrossing of rafters making possible your hazy shelter. Glancing to the side, you caught a faraway look in Yeosang’s eyes as he gazed upon you, one you internally, half-jokingly, hoped was not regret.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked.

He flushed. No getting shy now, you wanted to say.

“I-I was wondering,” he began, trailing off sheepishly.

You loved that about him- such a man, and yet sweet as a lamb. What a wonderful contradiction.

“Yes?” You prompted.

“Now that we are nine,” Yeosang continued, shifting slightly beneath the covers, “will you…will you stay in my quarters?”

It was your turn to feel heat rising to your cheeks. So soon he wished that? Perhaps you should have been scared, but every risk you had taken, even leaving your hometown behind, had done nothing but excite and content you. All you felt was flattered, joyed, satisfied that you truly had made the pirate in the tavern yours.

“If you wish it, I will gladly stay here,” you replied with a smile, voice barely above a whisper.

“Huzzah!” He exclaimed quietly, hands balling into little fists about the sheets as he smiled widely. “It gets lonely in here, you know. But now I have the finest company of all.”

Your heart beat rapidly. “You shall also have the highest traffic- everyone will need the work of the jeweler’s daughter ere we know it,” you teased.

“Well,” Yeosang loosened one of his hands, sliding it beneath both layers of the blankets and sheets to take yours, giving it a squeeze, “that is a hazard I gladly accept.”

☠San☠

"I do care. I care to make new of my life," you told San, "for though you say you are wanted I see nothing but a good man. What place would your crew have for a shoe-shine girl?”

“You, Miss (y/n), are far more than that. The fact that you see the good in others is refreshing alone. Sometimes simplicities like that are forgotten in my line of work. I try to keep to them myself. When I saw you, I saw what I seek to be,” San replied, “if you join my crew, I can promise a home. I can promise adventure. But I cannot promise you freedom from things that could shatter the wonder in your eyes. Piracy is no easy job.”

Perhaps a part of you wanted to hear that word, but still your chest clenched, hand tightening slightly too around the note you held out, wind fluttering your hair. An eerie stillness resided within it, still an absence of passersby. The man before you truly was no ordinary sailor.

“When you say you want to give back to a place like this…” You began, trailing off beneath San’s intense gaze.

“We steal. We do,” San answered matter-of-factly, surely steeled in spite of any fanciful idealism, “but we have plenty. Towns like this? Places where priceless artifacts are stolen as trinkets or spectacles? Some thievery only rights thievery.”

He truly cut a dashing figure, trim and noble and a quiet sort of bold. Folly or not, you believed the man who showed you the kindness of a new life, be it in simple prosperity or adventure. Adventure of spying your first breaching of dolphins or tasting the fruit of a neighboring land, of unlocking some stolen artifact or even fighting burly men off your friend who’d started a barfight. Swinging off a ship’s rope. All the stories San had regaled you with as you shined his boots.

“I want to go with you.”

Humanity, not pity, was truly the way of the Eightfold. Not a one treated you like a stray they'd adopted off the streets, not like the people with high noses of your former home. You, rather, were an opportunity.

They all smiled at the way your eyes widened at the boat's rocking. Never had you been adrift before. Two of them climbed you up to the crow's nest and you, fighting off the shudderings of fear at the newfound height, leaned out over the glittering expanse, feeling as a bird or the north wind herself. And sure were they that your greatest skill would be found in no time. You'd offered to swab the deck, but San was insistent you'd done enough cleaning for now.

"We can make Mingi do that," he teased the tall, sharp-eyed marksman who'd surprised you with a boyish love of attention, nodding his way.

"Oi!" Mingi started up after him, pointing at the man who'd helped you decorate your new quarters. "Let Seonghwa keep doing it, he's the only one that likes it."

"I don't like it, I'm the only one who does it right!"

"Boys, boys," the captain held out hands, grinning in amusement, "you'll all have a turn at the deck, don't you worry. As for (y/n), San is right. She's more than earned something new."

'Something new' came in the form of another nerve-wracking crow's nest climb, steep ramps of fear with each hand over the other, and yet such a great reward. Stars now provided shine to the roiling sea, night sky reflecting it an inky black besides.

"Takes my breath away every time," San muttered at your side, looking at the water as if the stars weren't already in his widened eyes.

"I can imagine. Why do we come out here so late, though?"

"'Tis time for sextant training," San replied with a smile.

"Time for what?" You burst out in response, eyes flicking away from his back to the sea-never off the bottom of the crow's nest again, that was a one-time mistake-as your face rapidly warmed.

From your vision's peripheries, San held up a brass instrument boasting a pair of mirrors. "This, Miss (y/n), is how we find ourselves. Celestial bodies help us determine our location," he replied, gentle tone greatly contrasting yours. If he was surprised by the raising of your voice, such puzzlement remained with him.

"Very well," you replied, perhaps a bit too hastily, "let me see how it works."

You were a natural with the navigation device, an expert. Well, according to San, who convinced Captain Hongjoong that his shoe-shine girl was a perfect navigator. The sweet words he always had for you, the 'my' added to your old nickname, that one smile it seemed he reserved for you, well, it all accumulated in your heart like grains of sand lodged within an oyster, ever mindful of their presence. Grains rapidly expanding, shining into pearls.

San and you were to pose as an aristocrat couple, the rest of his crew having procured fine clothes from their stock. The dress they gave you was so beautiful, finer silk than had ever touched your skin, that you sat and simply admired it for a moment before even dressing. The pink fabric hugged your body perfectly, accentuating your figure far beyond what you could have ever imagined, even if the low neckline of current vogue had you flushing a bit. Then in came San, reflected in the looking glass as he cut a dashing figure in a tailored suit complete with a delicately embroidered waistcoat. Surely your eyes lingered a bit too long, but you could nary help yourself as he made purposeful strides to your side.

As you rose, rotating to face him, his mouth fell agape, lips parting in…shock?

“Quite different from my usual rags, is this not?” You joked in response.

“You look beautiful,” San breathed, his next step slower, almost reverent, “but it needs one final touch. Do you have my gift?” This time, his tone was a bit shy.

“Yes, of course,” you replied, making the short way to your dresser where you’d wrapped it up for safekeeping and procuring it, “right here.”

“If- if you’d be all right with it,” San said, “please keep that as your spoil. We pirates keep a sign of our first plunder, and though this was a gift, I would be so happy to see you wear it as such.”

Your eyes fell to the dripping gems, topaz alternating between classic yellow and the pink that perfectly matched the gown left at your door. No woman that you could imagine would have denied such elegant craftsmanship, such shine adorning her chest, but San’s expression was so deadly serious, so searching, that that would have been enough.

You nodded, giving a smile you hoped to be reassuring. “Of course, San.”

He broke out into the widest look of joy and flooding relief you’d ever seen, as though someone had just told him all his debts were paid. “Then let me put it on you,” he continued, rushing over to your side once more and gently lifting the necklace from your hands.

His hands shook, yet his fingers, surely trained from their reliefs of spoils, deftly clasped the chain about you as they gently, warmly, brushed your skin. From your peripheries you saw him tilt his head, and something in you bid you turn. You did, meeting him there as your lips connected, San’s holding yours, guiding them so softly he might have thought them glass. Your chest burst triumphantly, as if those fireworks your old home’s mayor had brought in to launch off the docks from China had been lit within your soaring heart.

There was that look again, that dimpled smile of pure joy, those eyes softened as they met yours, when San finally straightened again, parting with the sweet sorrow of old. “Well, it looks like we’ll play this couple role well tonight, won’t we?”

All you could do was nod, heart fluttering as he took your hand, leading you from your room as one might a bride, pearls in your heart glistening like the rainbows of a renewed sky.

☠Mingi☠

The first thing you did was strip your corset off.

Mingi had spirited you away to his quarters while he sought to go, in his words, “explain you”. He was almost naively confident that you would be accepted, leaving you to your own devices in his space with ease. Before leaving, he had dropped a pair of trousers that might fit you on his hammock, the whimsical waving space where he took his rest. Thank the stars, they fit, lacing up at the front like the reverse of your horrendous undergarments and actually allowing you to-shock of shocks!- loosen them as needed.

There was a long scroll of paper hanging by a nail on the wall. It was plain white save for strokes of ink down its surface, gorgeous brushstrokes of calligraphy. Brushing your fingers against the bottom of it, you wondered whose delicate hand might have drawn it. As it was, you were dressed and Mingi hadn’t exactly bidden you wait any certain amount of time, so you creaked your way back up the steps and onto the deck, seal ring hanging in scornful display about your chest.

The pirate had leant you trousers, knee-high boots, and a white tunic to tuck in, and while you felt a bit self-conscious at the open chest a part of you smiled. This would have had the aristocratic courts you’d been thrust in you fainting at the sight-even showing a bit of ankle was a bit unseemly, yet there you were. What a relief it was to stride in trousers, let a little skin breathe.

You almost walked into Mingi in your reverie, stopping just short of a collision as he excitedly announced you’d made the crew a Ninefold.

“I have? Your captain is letting me stay, then?”

Mingi didn’t answer, just stood stock still, jaw falling a bit open. The only sound around you was the breeze, a lone seagull calling out from the clouds.

“Mingi?”

He shook his head, a sudden jerking motion. “My apologies. I just…” His expression turned sheepish, back to that kind look that initially endeared you. “I thought you were pretty before, but wow…”

The compliment, that kind smile, the sheer innocence, all had your heart turning over. What sort of feeling was that?

“Selfishly I am quite glad you chose learning to shoot.”

Mingi had set up something of a shooting gallery for you, the crew’s entirety having insisted upon your learning some form of combative measures for defense at least. Being unsure as you were regarding your readiness for the brutality of the sword, you felt it a clear choice: learn to shoot. The tall pirate who had rescued you, if doing the opposite to your unfortunate boor of a betrothed and his companions who attempted a foolish fight, was the ship’s adept with firearms, handing you the very same revolver which had killed your near-captor.

It was heavy in your hand, both physically and in the most literary of senses, as if you yourself had now borne the weight of a life ended. The weapon had beautiful mother-of-pearl inlays decorating its wood, metal shined freshly. Mingi clearly cared for the things, and quite dashing they were up close.

“Now, remember, no finger on the trigger until you are ready to shoot. Aim for the box there,” Mingi pointed, guiding you toward an old broken crate he’d propped on a barrel, assuring you it was trash anyway.

Willing your hand not to shake, you held up a revolver in both hands, aiming at the crate before your index finger slid to the trigger, pulling it back. You knew it was coming and yet the kick had you stumbling. Your first shot was a bit low, striking the upper edge of the barrel. Of course you apologized, but Mingi just laughed and waved a hand, flashing you that wonderfully kind grin.

“Here, let me help you aim,” he told you as he stepped behind you, standing flush to your back and taking hold of your elbow, sliding his hand up as he stayed your arm.

Haze descended into every crevasse of your brain at the warmth of his hip against yours, thicker than that day he’d paid you compliment. His words had made you a fool…

“Alright, (y/n), now!”

BANG!

“That’s my girl!” Turning you around, this time with hands upon your hips, Mingi smiled right into your haze, sea breeze ruffling his hair and whipping through yours.

You grinned back, leaping for joy beneath his hold. A fool you were to be, but an accurate one yet.

☠Wooyoung☠

You slapped the hand of the pirate who called himself Wooyoung off the curve of your waist as he strode triumphantly out of the tavern with you.

“Quit that, you’re not taking me home,” you chided.

He grinned. “I live on the ship. I’m taking you to the ship.”

“To speak with your Captain. See if he’s even got the room for me you think he does.”

“If you’re half as vicious in a fight, he will indeed.”

“You seem to think me quite a fighter for someone with no proof,” you teased.

“We could always wrestle.”

Another slap, this one markedly softer than the last, though. You shook your head, fighting a smile as you crossed the streets, inching ever closer to the docks, the waves surrounding your hometown. Night had closed firmly in upon the patchwork of angles and shingles that were your mess of a birthplace, casting shadows from every eave you passed beneath. Soon, though, you made your way upon the dock, Wooyoung walking you up to the side of a ship bearing the black flag. You knew your ramshackle town was quite friendly with outlaws, but it still rose an eyebrow how bold this man Wooyoung and his crew flaunted their thievery.

“Here we are,” said pirate waved a braceleted hand at the ship’s gangplank, allowing you to lift your skirt and tap up it first, “home sweet home.”

No sooner had you set foot upon the deck than did a voice ring out at your side, another pirate emerging from the shadows. “I know you threatened to find a tavern girl to take home, Wooyoung, but have some class. Is that fair to her?”

No man cowed you anymore. You stepped right over to him, pointed-heel boots thudding upon wood hollower than that of your workplace. “I am only here to speak to your Captain. Nothing more, nothing less. If anyone conquers anyone, it shall be me to his false bravado,” you told the pirate, nodding back to the man you’d danced with.

“He’s a good man beneath it all,” the dark-haired pirate all but whispered.

“I suspected,” you replied. For all Wooyoung’s talk, he held you gently, swayed you merrily, treated you like a far finer thing than a night. Something in him must have thought it unfitting for a man in his position or else found it entertaining. Honestly, likely the latter. “He wishes to make a pirate queen out of a hellhole’s barmaid,” you chuckled, “No one has ever helped me before.”

“He sees something special in you, and I can see why. Welcome to the Eightfold.”

“If your Captain consents,” you shot back.

“I do,” the man who’d melted from the shadows grinned, fingers reaching up to a gold jolly roger pin upon the lapel of his flowing jacket, clearly some symbol of status, “you’ve much spirit indeed, Miss.”

You were willing to throw a punch and knew how to prepare the odd fruit the Eightfold had two crates of, and that was good enough for them. They all insisted you were a worthy recruit for quelling barfights alone. Flattering. At least they made good on their promise to get you a sword. The thing felt good in your hand, that much more satisfying than the knife you'd already hidden for the journey to the ship.

Ever an authority of insistence, Wooyoung pushed for his crew to throw a little party to welcome you. Likely an excuse to swing you around the deck, you reflected with a smirk.

Sure enough, as three of his crewmates procured instruments, he bowed like a gentleman at some high-class affair and offered his hand. "May I show our pirate queen a good time?"

You took it. "You may, though I'll stick with 'newest member' for now."

The pair of you stepped in a merry circle to kick off the first upbeat dance before Wooyoung wrapped a hand around your waist from the side, ready to whirl. "Funny, I'd have said 'best looking'," he shot back.

"Oh? That's not you, my daring highwayman?"

You spied a quite unfamiliar bashfulness creep through Wooyoung's smile, his stark gaze dropping a bit beneath the repetition of tunes and the crashing of small waves and the stomping of boots. The look lasted but a moment, replaced by the old standby of wicked fun. "Highwayman? High-seas-man, perhaps!"

"However you like to fancy yourself," you replied, smiling back despite your words.

You'll give the man that: the neverending battle of wits made for good fun, flowing as much a force of nature for you as those surging waves. He was a good dancer, too.

No sooner had you thought that then did the push and pull and twirl overtake, your feet quite literally being swept off as you were dipped low to the deck, a hand instinctively moving to Wooyoung's chest to stabilize yourself. The vee of his tunic was quite deep, your balancing act catching far more of him than of fabric. Another thing he had in his favor, you reflected as your dance partner slid a hand to the back of your head, angling you a bit lower in the process. He leaned a bit further in, nose almost touching yours.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you spoke, voice low. "Not with everyone watching," you told him, pushing back up on his chest in a way that had him standing you back up as the notes faded out into the night's wind.

As you sauntered off to fetch a drink, you caught Wooyoung's eyes following you even more intensely, chest blooming and lips rising with satisfaction.

☠Jongho☠

He’d offered his arm and you’d taken it. A stroll like two lovers meeting, and yet you were leading a pirate to aid in robbing your gracious host. Resisting a dark chuckle, you simply exhaled, giving a little shake of your head. Nothing like you'd expected of the fine evening.

Jongho hummed at your side, tilting his head in question as you passed beneath parted velvet curtains through a columned doorway out to the garden path.

"This is simply...not what I expected of the evening," you spoke into his silent query.

“You can always turn back,” he offered, still looking imperceptibly matter-of-fact.

At that, you shook your head. “Not now. This is an opportunity to be a part of something. To have purpose beyond another. I think maybe that is a better step than falling in love first.”

At that, Jongho smiled, leading you further until you stopped beneath a silver trellis, where three other men stood. “I agree. Well, I say here should be a fair stop. I thank you for-” He froze, grip loosening on your arm.

Following his gaze, you saw another man, fair-haired and finely dressed, standing only about two metres off, an azalea bush only slightly obscuring him. “Not one of your others, is he?”

Jongho shook his head.

“What should we do?” You asked quietly.

Another of Jongho’s men, a tall figure with dark hair and a blade sheathed at his side, replied from the ivy-covered rendezvous point. “If we had something to knock him out with, maybe he’d forget what he saw long enough for us to leave.”

You had heard of that- all it took was a great enough weight, right? Stooping as much as your dress allowed, you hoisted up a little marble statue of a cherub seated on a little pedestal, book in hand. “This should do, right?”

Another of the men, this one with shining black bangs like curtains, nodded and smiled impishly. The tall gentleman-er, pirate- with the blade began a nod, then his entire countenance, face and posture, faded into shock as you lunged forward, knocking the angel into the man’s head and sending him falling backwards. Your stomach heaved at the crimson rivulet streaming from where he lie, hands shooting to your face.

“Is he- Did I..?” Your voice rose barely above a whisper as the carven angel, now dripping with blood, clattered onto a tile from your loosening fingers.

"We need to run," Jongho said, taking hold of your wrist this time as he shuffled through the trellis, "all of us."

"But wait-" You protested beneath his careful hold, running on instinct in an attempt to keep up with the rapid pumping of his legs, barely avoiding catching your skirts.

"If anyone sees that you did that, you could be hanged as a m-" The third man, one with wide, innocent eyes, spoke up, words quite in contrast to his demeanor.

"That's enough," Jongho cut him off, still plodding down the tile trail past the home's prize rosebushes, "(y/n), this place is not safe for you. Run away with us."

You felt sick, but your heart fluttered- out of nerves or excitement, you could hardly tell. All you did was nod weakly, chest burning with heavy breaths from your sprint out the garden gate with four men you barely knew.

Guilt wound its way through your chest like a cold snake at what transpired in the garden that night, and yet you found comfort in the pirates who had whisked you to their ship. Being the Eightfold, there were four others beside Jongho and the three who'd looted your hosts that evening, Yunho, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa. Mingi, another tall, imposing pirate, removed his wide-brimmed hat and held it as his chest.

"The first one is always the hardest," he said, and in his tone rested clouds of such a deep sadness that you could nary even question his meaning.

The men gave you such a royal welcome, distracting you with rousing song and dance and more questions and stories than your head could spin at. They’d brought an octopus on deck, taught you how to play tavern card games no lady would have dared touch at home, and hosted a mock trial with Jongho presiding as judge when First Mate Seonghwa ‘tried Captain Hongjoong for high piracy’. You’d expected Jongho to play a serious judge, yet his character broke his dry persona by playing with his gavel and shouting at inopportune times. They saw the way you still balked at sparring, however.

"Do you regret it?" Jongho asked you one day, striding to your side and joining you in leaning upon the edge of the ship, watching the passage of white-capped waves.

“Of course I do. I was so caught up in the moment, I had no inkling I- I- something like that could come of my hand. But I think what I regret more was the faint part of me that enjoyed it. Something completely untouched, utterly foreign woke in me and rushed through my veins and I fear what could come of releasing it again.”

You heard Jongho inhale at your side, felt his exhale faintly against you with the brush of his tunic upon your own shirt. “I will tell you this: we pirates at least never kill without a very, very good reason. And what you did, you did not realize. It was not so in your heart. You were afraid, had just seen a fight, felt for the first time in your life you had something to defend. Would you not say?”

You stared into the shine of Jongho’s deep eyes. He spoke so closely into your mind, it was as if he had been there himself. The waves surrounding you drowned out your emotion, grounded your tears with swirls far more powerful than you could ever truly comprehend. He was right. All your life, you had been taught to seek something to hold onto. In your upbringing, that had been someone else, the security of a man, a fortuitous marriage. An education perhaps, were you feeling any inclination to teach in a prestigious field. Anything to increase the size of your twinkle in society’s eyes. Never fighting to take care of your life. Never to find what it was you wanted. Certainly not learning how to fish just because the fancy had taken you and a crewmate on a still day. All of this came pouring forth from your heart to your lips, no tears accompanying the words, just a tired shudder, a slump as you fell into what felt like a waking sleep, your body truly able to relax from its admissions.

Jongho tensed a bit when your head hit his shoulder. Fatigued as you were, you shot up instantly, leaning further upon the wood again. The strong man before you was, you gathered, the least in favor of the others’ brotherly holds. What a nuisance you must have seemed…

He looked at you with those searching eyes again, the eyes that seemed to bore into thoughts that had barely even come to fruition for you. “It’s all right. I understand. You need this.” He patted his shoulder, welcoming you back. “If you want to.” His gaze darted a bit as he smiled softly, breaking the so-steady contact that had you both wishing to hide away the shadows he saw and lean into it completely.

Something snapped in your chest at that look, yet another of Jongho’s many surprises you’d seen since he first broke your dance to manhandle a villain. For seeming such a smile man, he understood you so much more than you him. Maybe someday that would change.

As it was, you gratefully leaned again, bobbing with the sea in silence save for her mighty roar.

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I don’t know if your busy rn but there is a shortage in FEITAN x readers books and ya girl is dying. I know your inbox is like huge probably but anyways.. IF YOU DO TYSM AND IF YOU DONT TYSM FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻🥲🥲🫶🫶🫶🫶

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like this :) In this story, Feitan is similar to my others works. So he isn’t particularly very kind in the beginning. I’m working on your requests now, so if you have one don’t be afraid to send me a message or to ask one! Keep in mind that I have a couple left to do, so I’m only asking for some patience :3.

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PS: I wanted to write another part of this, let me know if I should :)

Warnings: smut and angst.

Word count: 3455

“Be careful, don’t let your heart fool you”, my father took another sip from his coffee, “You’ve got to be sure he isn’t after our money”. “How can you say something like that?”. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that”. “I know him. He would never do anything to hurt me”, you slowly stood up. For some reason, your father’s office never seemed so small before. “Fine”, my father sighed, “Invite him over for dinner”.

You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the conversation with your father. You didn’t know. You really didn’t. How could you know that he was a Spider? That he was only playing a part? Right, in hindsight everything did seem a little fishy. The way he was suddenly there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the way his name didn’t seem to truly ‘fit’ him. Jacob. He didn’t look like a Jacob at all. How could you be this dumb? Life isn’t like the fairytales and you were an idiot to think it could be.

“Where is she?”.

You couldn’t help but shiver. That voice used to be so familiar. So warm and soft.

“Boss told us to keep her in here”, the blonde that stood in front of the door answered. “It’s nice in there, Fei. She has a nice bed and lots of books”, a misguidingly soft voice answered.

The girl seemed so sweet, with her big glasses and her soft eyes. You couldn’t understand how she could be part of a gang like this.

“I don’t care”, Feitan coldly replied before walking past his comrades.

Your stomach started to turn. You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to keep your memories clean from any stains; to remember him the way you knew him. Kind and soft-hearted.

“Look at me”. “No”, you softly answered as you kept your gaze locked on the ground. “I said look at me”, his hands roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want to”, you almost whispered as you tried not to cry. “Look at me”.

You flinched as you felt the tip of his knife against your cheek. The same place he used to kiss you before wishing you goodnight.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, not daring to say anything. “Are you scared?”, his cold eyes pierced through your skull. “Yes”, you softly agreed while studying his face. He was nothing like the man you used to know.

His facial features were so cold and distant. As if he was frozen in ice for hundreds of years. You couldn’t see half of his face, as it was covered with the coat he was wearing. It was decorated with a skull, making him even more morbid.

“Good”, he roughly pulled away as he lowered his knife to your throat. “Why are you doing this?”, your chin high. “Why?”, he repeated the question while once again lowering his knife. Letting the cold metal rest just beneath your collarbone. Your breathing got heavier as fear’s grip tightened around your body.

You didn’t know he wasn’t the head of this organization, that this wasn’t his plan. To you, he was the man with all the answers. The one who planned this whole scheme.

“If you want money-“, you were cut short by the back of his hand. “Only speak when I tell you to”.

He wasn’t that tall, but the way he hit you made him seem like the devil. Even though you couldn’t see, you knew there was this cruel grin on his face. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed.

“Too hard”, his thumb grazed over your cheek. “Or you’re just too fragile”, he lowered his collar to lick up the drop of blood on his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he kneeled before you, “We’re going to have a lot more fun than this”. “Fei?”, the sweet-looking girl suddenly stood next to him. “What, Shizuku?”, Feitan sighed before standing up again. “Boss said not to hurt her, remember?”, her finger resting on her lip. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue before leaving. “Don’t worry”, the girl cheerfully smiled, “We only need some kind of code. I’m sure your father will give it to us soon”. “Code?”, your eyes widened, “H-he won’t give it!”, you hastily got up from the bed you were sitting on. “Huh? He won’t?”, the girl widened her eyes.

You knew your father. He would never risk the nation’s, no the world’s, safety. Not even for his own daughter.

“You’re after the code for the nuclear weapons, right?”. “I guess… I don’t remember to be honest”, she looked down at the ground. “Listen, my father will never give that code. J-just ask our president-“. “But only your father knows that code, since he’s head of security”, the girl happily smiled, causing you to shiver. “Yo, Shizu”, the blonde angrily yelled from the door. “Huh?”, she looked behind her. “Shut up before you tell her our whole plan”. “Oh right”, she giggled before leaving.

——

“Get the girl, Phinks”, Feitan coldly sighed from behind your door.

You tucked your knees even tighter to your chest. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were they going to kill you? Torture you?

“Get up”, Phinks roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bed. “Let go!”, you tried to struggle, to break free from his grip. “You want me to get Feitan?”, he gritted his teeth. A threat he didn’t have to make twice.

You hastily stopped struggling, now following him into the main room of the abandoned building. The stones underneath your feet felt exceptionally cold, and the nightgown you were wearing didn’t really help to keep you warm.

“She’s freezing”, a voice too soft now greeted your ears, “Put this on her”.

You looked up to a tall figure. His hair was pitch black and there was this kind of cross tattooed on his forehead. He was an exceptionally good-looking man, but somehow his skin was just as cold-looking as Feitan. It didn’t match his kind voice at all.

“Here”, Phinks threw the coat at your feet. “I said put it on”, the dark-haired man smiled, “She can’t put it on when her hands are tied, can she? “Tsk”, the blonde picked up the coat before throwing it over your shoulders.

You scanned the room. There were about 10 people in the room. Some of them just looked evil, but others looked as innocent as a child. Especially a blonde-haired guy with big, green eyes.

“Your father won’t give us the code. Do you-”, the soft voice broke through your thoughts. “Who are you?“.

“Huh?”, you froze in fear as Feitan’s knife was once again pressed to the soft skin of your neck. You didn’t see him move. It felt as if he had just teleported to you.

“Tsk”, his eyes found yours, “How dare you interrupt boss?”. “Come now, Feitan”, the man now walked towards you, stopping before you. Without any warning, his fingers glided over your cheek, “You couldn’t contain yourself before, but you have to now”. Feitan immediately stepped away from you, discontent hidden in his eyes. “Feitan has a hard time holding himself back from… Fun”, the man smiled, “But it seems he did his best with you. I rarely get to see a hostage without any cuts or broken fingers”. “Lucky me”, you sarcastically answered while holding eye contact. “Yes, but keep in mind that luck doesn’t last forever”, he chuckled. “I’m Chrollo. Head of the Spiders”, he walked back to the stairs he was sitting on earlier. “My father isn’t going to give up the code. Not even for me”. “Yes, he made that very clear”, Chrollo replied. “Let me go and I promise my father will give you a generous reward”, your heart racing. “We have more than enough money. Besides, we can’t let you go. You know all of our names. Well… you’ll get to know them”. “What does that mean?”, you took a step back. “Feitan wanted you as a reward during this mission. So whether we’ll get the code or not, you’re not leaving”, Chrollo’s eyes glittered in the dark. “I-I don’t want to”, you started to panic. “Don’t care”, Feitan’s voice was only fuel to your fear. “From now on, you belong to Feitan”, Chrollo signaled Phinks to free your hands. “Keep the coat. I don’t think Feitan cares if you’re cold. You’ll be at least warm that way”, Chrollo spoke as if Feitan wasn’t there. “Right”, Feitan smirked. “At least get her some proper clothing, Fei”, Chrollo coldly looked at his Spider before dismissing everyone.

——

“Here”, Feitan threw a couple of bags on your bed the next day. “Proper clothes”, he leaned against the door.

After Chrollo dismissed everyone, Feitan took you with him to the house he was currently living in. It was a big and luxurious house. It wasn’t really decorated with furniture, only the necessary things like a couch, a dinner table, some paintings on the wall… And the room you were staying in was just as empty. There was a bed, a luxurious bathroom, and a big, walk-in closet that was empty of course.

“Proper clothes?”, your brows pulled together as you pulled a dress out of one of the bags. “This is a Prada dress?”. “I want you to look pretty”, Feitan looked up at the ceiling. “I’ll get you clothes every week. They won’t last long anyway”, his eyes now darted to yours.

Your stomach turned. You could only imagine what he was going to do to you.

“Wear this one for now”, Feitan slowly walked to your bed before handing you another bag. “For dinner. Hired some chef”. “I’m not hungry”, you clenched your jaw. “I don’t care”, he once again grabbed your jaw, “You’ll do as I say. Got it?”, his lips hovering next to your ear. “I’ve been kind until now, haven’t I? I behaved, so you’ll behave too”.

You didn’t answer, you just nodded in response.

“Good. Now put it on”, he leaned back. “N-now?”, you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. “Yes, want to see your body one last time before I have fun with it”. “What do you mean?”, you tried to keep your voice steady. “Put it on”, his cold gaze let you know his patience was running thin.

With shaking hands, you pulled out the nightgown you were wearing from when Feitan kidnapped you. You weren’t wearing anything underneath it, but that didn’t faze you. Feitan had seen your body many times by now. He used to place kisses all over it, making you feel like no one ever had before.

“This one?”, you covered your breasts with your arm. “Yes”, he got closer. You pulled out a beautiful, black dress from the back.

It wasn’t especially short, but it wasn’t long either. The fabric ended just above your knees. It was a tight dress until your belly, where it opened up like a flower. It was a beautiful dress, no doubt about it.

“I’ll close it”, Feitan guided you to a mirror before his hands glided along your waist.

His touch didn’t seem rough at all. It felt just as before.

“You like it?”, he took a step back when he zipped up the dress for you. “Hm”, you nodded in agreement. “Dinner’s at 7”, he cleared his throat before leaving you again.

——

You couldn’t eat. There was this lump in your throat that made it feel like you’d throw up if any kind of food entered your mouth.

“I thought sushi was your favorite”, Feitan was sitting on the other end of the table. “It is”, you hastily picked up some food, fearing what might happen if you didn’t eat. “It’s really good”, your eyes widened.

You didn’t realize how much your body needed some kind of fuel. You didn’t eat for at least 2 days now, and you only realized now how hungry you truly were.

“One of the best sushi chefs”, Feitan looked at the kitchen behind him where the chef was preparing more food. He seemed in distress, probably because Feitan made sure he wouldn’t tell a soul you were with him.

After dinner, Feitan guided you back to your room.

“Can I go to sleep?”, you softly asked as you sat down on your bed. “Sleep?”, he tilted his head, “No, it’s time for me to have some fun”. “Fun?”, your breathing started to fasten. “Fun”, his eyes lit up before roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you to another room.

There was nothing in the room except for a chair and a bed. Without any warning, he threw you on the bed and tied your wrists to it.

“What are you going to do?”, your eyes already glossy. “Whatever I want”, a knife in his hand as he slowly crawled on top of you. “I’ve wanted to take you like this since the first time we met”, his nose taking in the scent of your hair. “You know how hard it is to hold back when you’re this pretty? It was almost hard for me to finish at times because you were so boring… Always begging me to kiss you, to take you slow, … I hated it”.

You didn’t answer. There was nothing for you to say. Even when he showed some kindness earlier, you should’ve prepared yourself for this.

He swiftly cut the straps of your dress with his knife, causing it to slide down just beneath your breasts. “Stay still”, his knife firmly pressed against your throat as he noticed you were starting to kick your legs. “Please”, tears streamed down your cheek as he licked up a drop of your blood. “Don’t worry, you’re going to like this”, he looked into your eyes before cupping your cheek, “I’ll be rough, but I won’t be a monster. I know you’re body and when it’s ready for me. Even though you won’t admit it, I know you’ve been craving my touch. I saw it earlier when you were undressing in front of me… Your legs were rubbing against each other when I zipped up your dress. You only do that when you want me”.

Yes. No. Maybe. You knew he was right. Earlier… You wanted him, but you tried to push those thoughts away as much as you could. He wasn’t the man you knew. He was a psychopath, how could you want someone like him?

“Now, stay still”, his nails dug into the soft flesh of your waist as he pulled up your dress with the other. “Feitan, please”, another tear was streaming down your cheek. “Say it. Tell me you want me to stop”, his knee pushed your legs open as his digits hovered over your most sensitive spot. “I’ll stop if you do”, a devilish smirk in his eyes.

But you didn’t want him to. You didn’t care if he was going to be rough, or if he was even going to hurt you. You wanted him.

“See?”, he chuckled at a lack of answer. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve never been this wet for me”, he softly bit on your shoulder. You closed your eyes as you were still trying to fight yourself. “I asked you a question”, his hand wrapped around your throat as he bit your shoulder again. Only harder this time. “S-shit”, you cried out in pain. “I’m going to cover you in bitemarks for ignoring my question”, he loosened his grip around your neck while his fingers slowly entered you. “Fuck”, you arched your back as he left bite marks on your body.

You couldn’t deny it any longer. He made you feel good, better than he ever did.

“Tsk”, Feitan frowned when you came undone around his fingers, “Wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this”. “I-I’m not”, you avoided his gaze as your cheeks turned red. “Liar”, he softly hummed while undressing himself.

Your eyes were glued to his body. Now it was clear why he never took off his shirt.

“Who did that to you?”, you quietly whispered as you noticed his scars. For a second, his eyes widened while his lips were slightly parted.

There was this short-lived moment in his mind where he wanted to let you in and where he wanted you to care for him. An unwilling memory of your arms wrapped around him flashed before his eyes.

“Shut up”, his eyes went dark again, “Don’t talk”.

Afraid of being enchanted by your warm voice again, he thought it better not to hear your voice at all.

He didn’t ask if you were ready for him. It was unnecessary. By now, your legs are already wrapped willingly around his waist. “Feitan”, your eyes closed as his forehead was pressed against yours. “Don’t”, Feitan grunted as he got even rougher, “I don’t want you to enjoy this”.

That was a lie. He wanted you to, more than anything. It wasn’t his intention for you to enjoy this, and he surely didn’t want to leave you so perfectly. In his mind, he wanted to hurt you, to make you bleed, just as he did with all those before you. That’s what he enjoyed. Torture. Not this. This wasn’t like him, and it made him mad but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to hurt you, more so, it would even make him feel bad about himself.

“Sorry”, your lips pressed against each other as a whisper left your chest. “Fuck”, he grunted in agitation.

He didn’t know what to do, but this didn’t feel right.

“Tell me”, he clenched his jaw at the realization of how soft he had gotten for you. “W-what?”, you looked to the side. “Tell me you want me, please”, his eyes were glued to a bitemark he left.

He couldn’t lie. The bruises looked so good on your body, but only because you enjoyed it. If he did something like that while you were crying, begging him to stop…

“I want you, Feitan”, your soft voice melted something inside him as if a fire was lit inside his heart. “Even now? Even when you see who I truly am?”.

“Even now”.

Without thinking twice, he cut the rope that was holding you down.

“Touch me. Like you used to”, he softly grabbed your wrist before placing your hand on the back of his head.

You obeyed as you softly tugged at his dark hair.

“I don’t want to take you slowly like I used to, Y/N”. “You don’t have to”, your legs tightened around his waist.

That was all he needed to hear. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours.

“You feel so good”, your breathing got heavier as you could feel he was getting close. “Yeah?”, his voice low, “Want me to breed you?”. You hastily nodded as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own climax. “Really?”, he chuckled, “You never let me come inside you before. Always crying about being scared to get pregnant”. “P-please Feitan”, you arched your back. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fill you up this time, whether you want me to or not”.

Your legs now started to shake as you came undone around him.

“That’s it. Good girl”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Now look at me and beg”. “P-please Fei, want you to come inside me”. “Want me to put a baby in you? Making you mine forever?”. “P-please”.

Feitan couldn’t contain himself any longer. With heavy breaths and low grunts, he let his head rest against your shoulder.

“Never felt so good”, he slowly pulled out, before placing a soft kiss on the bitemark he left on your shoulder. “Hm”, you happily smiled.

He didn’t know why he decided to act cold again. Honestly, he hated himself for it, but there was something inside him. A feeling he never felt before. Was it fear? Was he scared that you were going to leave him? No. You couldn’t leave him. He kidnapped you and you had nowhere to go. It was something else. He knew you weren’t going to leave, but he was scared you were going to hate him for what he did. Or rather, for who he was. You didn’t know the real him.

“Don’t think this will happen again”, he coldly got up, “You won’t enjoy this next time”.

You lowered your eyes as you watched him put on his clothes.

“Can I-“.

“Go to your room and shower. I don’t care what you do for the rest of the night”, he clenched his jaw before leaving you alone.

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the-kr8tor · 8 months

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Girl listen

(fluffy Fridays when you will be refreshed and feel ok <3)

Hobie and reader babysitting mayday as per usual when reader goes to put her down to sleep they sing an old lullaby in their native language (hehehe) and hobies like 🥲😳😮✨💗💗💗✨🥹😌☺️💜 ya know? That would be dream <3

Love ya <3

Drink water and take care of yourself ok?? 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗✨💗😌💗

Hi, sunshine!! Thank you for the lovely request ❤️ hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Hobie stops in his tracks when he hears your singing voice. He's heard you sing before but never like this, your voice is soft singing a lullaby in your native language. Accent unmistakable since Hobie has heard you talk in your language before, (usually when you're mad or happy)

He smiles, fondness blossoming in his chest. He should ask you to sing in your language more often.

You quietly coo at Mayday slowly closing her eyes but she's clearly fighting her sleepiness, opening her big blue eyes for a second before she slowly closes them again. Holding her snug in your arms, you rock her in rhythm to the song you're singing. She yawns, you chuckle at her adorable sleepy expression.

Hobie lingers in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, he watches and listens to you intently. The song carries over to him, he wonders what the lyrics translate to in english. He makes a mental note to ask you later.

Your voice lowers to an almost whisper, the lullaby covers his senses like a warm blanket, making his eyes go heavy, stifling a yawn. He probably caught Mayday's contagious yawn. Muscles relax, eyes firmly shut, Hobie dozes off in the doorway, your sweet voice slowly fades in the background. He almost slips when he leans a little too far inside the room. Gripping the doorframe, Hobie wakes up immediately when he feels himself falling. He saves himself from face planting on the wooden floor and waking up Mayday with the noise.

You notice the slight gasp he made, turning around to face him, smiling when you see him freeze in an angle, still gripping the wooden frame with an iron grip. Thankfully, Mayday has drifted off to sleep, suckling on her small thumb.

Hobie straightens up to his full height, index finger on his mouth, shushing you before you let out a laugh. You clam up, lips clamping shut with a ghost of a smile. Your eyes brighten up when he walks towards you, half lidded eyes staring at you.

"You okay?" You whisper, if not for Hobie's enhanced hearing, he wouldn't have heard it.

He answers you by planting a sickenly sweet kiss to the crown of your head, Hobie cradles the back of your head, you close your eyes with his touch, sighing at the affection. You suddenly feel sleepy like the little bundle in your arms.

You thank him by pecking his jaw, his stubble scratching your lips. You leave another kiss on the corner of his lip for good measure. He softly smiles.

Hobie doesn't forget Mayday, he gently rubs her rosy cheek with his finger. When she doesn't stir in her sleep, that's your cue to lay her down on her bassinet. You bend to your waist, careful of her tiny head, she snuggles with the little stuffed toy of spiderman that lays right next to her

You stretch your arms, gesturing for Hobie to step closer for an embrace. He surrenders completely to your touch, head laying on your shoulder, long arms enveloping your body. Mindful of his weight, he doesn't lean fully into you.

Your Heartbeats sync with each other.

Rocking him in your arms, Hobie chuckles deeply from his chest, but quietly enough so he doesn't wake the baby. You grin at the vibration from his quiet laugh.

"You want me to sing to you too?" You ask with a whisper, your hand kneads at the back of his neck, relaxing him more. Hobie's sure he's gonna fall asleep again.

"Please" Hobie mumbles against your neck, you feel his piercing against your neck, tickling you slightly.

You start to sing in English, Hobie groans, clinging to you tightly. You backtrack, whispering to him, "what's wrong?"

Hobie closes his eyes, "Can you sing the same song?" He can smell your familiar perfume lingering on your skin. Hobie presses a chaste kiss behind your ear.

"In my language?"

"Mm-hmm" He hums.

"Okay, but can we move to the bed before you fall asleep in my arms? You're not as light as Mayday"

"As long as you sing me to sleep too" Hobie says softly, yawning.

You catch his yawn, making you yawn too. "My big baby" you coo. "Let's take a nap then"

"Peter owes us, that kid is a menace. I'm bloody knackered"

You lead each other towards the bed, cuddling and singing softly. Hobie falls asleep almost immediately even though he fights it just to listen to you sing a little bit longer.

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nadvs · 9 days

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Hiii love, how are you?? I usually don't send asks to writers on Tumblr, so you're the first writer I'm sending to, yayyy 🤗 I loved loved loved the ending of the Watch and Learn, I loved the entire series. Rafe's growth throughout this series was amazing, you write him so well. Because of all your series, I continue to be a Rafe girly, I thought Cam Girl was your best series but Watch and Learn took the cake and I can't wait for you to finish Both Sinners 😊

You really are an incredible writer and I'm so happy I found your blog, you're always on my most recent blogs bc I check your page sm 😅 I really almost cried when reading the last chapter because I thought back to how Rafe and reader were in the beginning and how they are now in the end 😪 They're literally couple goals, I'm obsessed. Oh gosh, I've already made this so long but while I was reading the last chapter, I couldn't help but think back to the girl Rafe hooked up with and how he had the audacity to msg reader after. If it's not an issue, can you feed my fantasies and write a small blurb on reader getting revenge on Rafe and making him sooo jealous for doing that, I'm petty like that🤣 If you can't, it's no worries but thank you for continuing to be an incredible writer and such a sweetheart and for reading the excessively long msg 🥲 Much love hun🩷 Byeee👋

HI HONEY i’m good tysm, how are you!! you are so so so sweet 😭 i feel honored to be the first writer you’re sending an ask to 🥹 thank you for reading my work and sending such a kind message!! hehe my fav part of writing the last chapter of watch and learn was def sprinkling references to all the things they’ve been through since they met and the memories they made 🤭 i am so glad that you loved it 💘

i LOVE this prompt and absolutely can feed into the pettiness hehe 😌

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It was bad enough hearing Rafe make a girl moan through your shared wall. It was ten times worse when Rafe texted you “his bad” for the noise.

Followed by an lol. What a douche.

If he’s trying to make you jealous, two can play at that game.

You go to an on-campus bar with friends the following Friday night when you bump into a guy you recognize from one of your lectures. Once you realize he’s hitting on you, his eyes trailing down your cleavage, you feel the exciting twist of arousal deep in your stomach.

You invite him to your dorm. He seems shocked you’re giving him a chance. It makes him even cuter.

Rafe just got home from a night at the frat house when he hears you laughing in the hallway. He figures you’re with a friend or on the phone. Until he hears a male voice under your giggles.

He hears the door shut. Then music. Then… damn it. You’re moaning.

He’d be turned on by the sounds you’re making if it wasn’t for the fact that another man was coaxing them out of you.

You’re on the other side of the wall, body buzzing while he uses his mouth on you. He needs some coaching, but he’s definitely skilled.

You’re exaggerating your moans a little bit, unsure if Rafe can hear. When you hear thudding on the wall, you know he can.

Rafe’s fist is burning as he knocks on the wall, trying to get you to quiet down. He wants to say he’s just annoyed that you’re being loud this late at night, especially after you’re so self-righteous about quiet hours, but he knows jealousy when he feels it.

And this is jealousy.

When you get on top, your moans aren’t as exaggerated anymore. You feel genuine bliss as you ride him, controlling the pace, feeling his hands on your hips.

He’s not a talker at all, so you can’t help but think of the things Rafe says during sex.

Suddenly, the knocking is on your door instead of your wall. You meet your classmate’s eyes and laugh with him, taking a pillow and covering your body with it as you answer the door.

Rafe is standing in the hallway, jaw tight.

“Check your phone,” he says. “I’ve been texting you.”

“I’m… kinda busy,” you laugh.

“Yeah, I can hear,” Rafe mutters. “I think everyone on our floor can.”

“Don’t be jealous,” you tease, hoping he gives it away that he is. When he looks away with a scowl, you’re pretty sure he is.

Rafe can’t take it anymore. He tilts his chin forward, straightening up as much as he can.

“She moans louder when she’s with me!” he half-shouts into your room.

“Rafe,” you scold, nudging his arm. He smirks at you and you shut the door, shaking your head.

After your classmate leaves, you check your phone to see the texts Rafe was talking about.

Rafe: happy for u that ur getting some but chill

Rafe: he cant be THAT good

Rafe: you know i can fuck you better

Rafe: CHILL ur so loud

You laugh at the texts. He definitely can fuck you better. But he doesn’t need to know that.

#ask #wal #blurb #rafe cameron blurb

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katnissmellarkkk · 1 year

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Hello 🤗

How about Everlark and no. 35? Thank you so much 🥰

Hey! Thanks for the prompt! This is more sweet and fluffy than I originally planned but 🤷🏼‍♀️. Who doesn’t like a little sweetness on a Tuesday morning? 🥹

Also this is my very first time writing in like 6 plus months so go easy because I’m rusty 🥲.

Prompt: A Kiss To Gain Something

“Peeta,” I call out, using the front entrance — the public entrance — of the bakery for once. “Hello?”

“Back here,” he murmurs faintly, sounding rather preoccupied. My brow furrows in confusion, considering it’s his usual lunch time, in which he closes the bakery every day for an hour. I can’t think of one single task he could be preoccupied with.

And then the smell of something sweet hits me like a tornado.

Like a mouthwatering, sugary, irresistible tornado.

And then I know exactly what he’s doing.

“Peeta,” I call again, in a sing-song tone now.

And then he knows exactly what I’m doing. He recognizes the shift in my voice immediately. He knows exactly where I’m going with this, exactly what my intentions are, and as I make my way over to him, I see I’m just in time to watch his shoulders sigh up and down.

“Katniss,” he says, a gentle warning in his voice as he moves away from his baking station. He meets me halfway between the cash register and the door to the back room.

A clear attempt to keep me from the cinnamon rolls he just pulled from the oven.

“I’m not going to eat them all,” I promise, while subtly peering around him to check if he’s frosted them quite yet.

“That’s what you told me last time,” he murmurs wryly, placing his hands on both my shoulders and rubbing lightly. “Aren’t you supposed to still be hunting?”

I roll my eyes at his clear attempt to get rid of me. “I got bored.”

“Since when are you bored with hunting?”

“Since I’m tired of eating squirrels every night!” He chuckles, because he too is sick of the same exact dinner every single evening.

But business has been plentiful at the bakery as of late, making it hard for him to find the energy to make supper and the only thing I’m good at making a meal out of is the meat I hunt, and well, it is winter. The deer have been scarce to find for some time now and will likely continue to be for another handful of weeks to come.

Making squirrels our easiest meal available. Or better yet, making them our only meal available.

But tonight cinnamon rolls sound like a good enough dinner to me. They sound good for breakfast too, if I have it my way.

Peeta cups my face in his hands, bringing me out of my thoughts with his warm touch and the strong scent of cinnamon clinging to his skin. “I promise, I will cook for you tonight, Katniss.” He seals his words with a chaste kiss to my mouth. “But I need you to get out now.”

My face contorts in shock. “Hey, I’m your wife,” I complain, feeling a little insulted now. “You can’t kick me out. I own this bakery too.”

“Yes, and you eat almost as many cinnamon rolls as we sell,” he retorts and I cross my arms, half-abashed and half-annoyed, because he has a point. I’m not going to let him know that but he does.

But he still doesn’t like to see me so put out, so immediately he changes tactics. “Sweetheart,” he whispers gently, leaning down and kissing the side of my face, moving his mouth in a circuit from my cheek to just behind my ear. “We’re almost out of the ingredients for cinnamon rolls and the demand for them is so high right now. I gotta make sure there’s enough for tomorrow.”

But I don’t hear a word he says. Not really. It all goes in one ear and out the other. Instead I passively allow him to travel the path between my cheek to behind my ear, from my jaw to the corner of my mouth, and back again, at least three times before I make my move.

Instead of trying to sneak by him or trick him, I go for a manipulation technique much more my style. Some silent, upfront pleading.

With my lips this time.

He already knows what’s coming when I reach both my hands up on his shoulders and push myself into his arms.

I can almost feel him roll his eyes at me this time, as he picks me up off the ground.

“This isn’t going to work-” He tries to say, but I cut him off, rather abruptly, with my kiss.

And unlike his, mine isn’t chaste in the least.

He tries to stay stoic at first but, to neither of our surprise, he cracks rather swiftly under temptation.

“Katniss,” he sighs, when I finally break the kiss off, moving down to his neck, finding that spot of skin that he can’t resist when I graze with my teeth.

Just as I expect, his knees buckle a little when I open my mouth and bite down.

“Okay,” he concurs, as if he were relenting after being held up under torture. “You win. I’ll give you one but I need the rest to sell.”

“Fine,” I agree, feeling satisfied, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck now as he carts me towards the back room.

“You’re so weird,” he murmurs sardonically as he sets me down on my feet.

“Excuse me?” I shoot him a dirty look.

But he’s not planning to take the comment back evidently. “You go through all that just for a stupid cinnamon roll?”

“Yes,” I say automatically, my tone a little stubborn. “So what?”

“Nothing, my love,” he says quietly but he’s trying not to laugh at me.

I advert my eyes, starting to feel a little embarrassed at my determination now. “Peeta, you know that the more you say no to me, the more I want something.”

At that, he gives me an exasperated look. “Trust me, my love. I know that.”

I’m about to say something else, probably to try and defend myself again, but before I can he pulls me into an embrace, hugging my back to his chest. A tiny olive branch, I suppose.

“You love me,” I inform him as he plants a kiss on the back of my neck, moving my braid aside to give himself better access.

“Well, that was obvious,” he snorts.

I bat his hands away, giggling a little at the tingly feeling his kiss elicited down my spine, before quickly grabbing the largest cinnamon roll in the batch and heading out.

“See you at home,” I mumble as I slip through the back door with my mouth full of warm, doughy goodness.

“Katniss,” Peeta calls after me, just as I’m almost out of earshot.

I walk back, a little perturbed. “What?”

“I do love you,” he says, his eyes softening as they meet mine again. “I love you a lot.”

#everlark #thg #hunger games #Katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #my writing #my drabbles #200 #thw

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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did we ever get the wedding/honeymoon for daddy whiskey? if not can I request for that please, and of course gotta add some cute white lingerie for the new bride too

I have not given you Daddy and Babycakes' wedding and honeymoon yet! But here it is now!! And the fact that you asked for it makes me want to cry from happiness 😭🥹♥️

Life is Better

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, established relationship, brief mention of having kids, descriptions of a wedding/marriage/honeymoon, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (that’s my daddyyy), spit kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, cumplay

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A/N: I'm sorry for not posting this sooner babies! Still getting over this cold :( but it’s only one day and hey, who’s counting? (Me me definitely me I’m counting 😅🥲)

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When days aren’t easy for him, for whatever reason, he knows coming home to you will make it better. Today had been a hard day for him, mainly because of a case he’d been given. It required him to work at HQ during the week, which was in New York and away from you. Not only that, but he was working overtime on top of it all, and the workload was draining him. His body was tired and sore, and all he wants to do is come home, take a hot shower, and cuddle up in bed with you.

“Honey?” He calls, his voice noticeably strained.

The harsh sound of keys clanging in a metal bowl echoes throughout your shared home, his tired sigh following shortly thereafter. When he doesn’t hear your response, he frowns, stepping forward to look around once his boots are off.

“Babycakes?” He shouts a little louder, turning down the hallway to the bedrooms. You’re not in any of them, and you’re not in the bathrooms, either.

Coming into the living room, he takes a seat on the couch, groaning. He was looking forward to seeing you. But then, your sweet voice floats through his frustrated head, this morning’s words returning from his memory. I’ll be home late today, baby.

If you were here, you’d probably coddle him. Honestly, it’s what he needs. He’s a big enough man to admit that. More often than not, Jack wore the pants in your relationship, and you were absolutely fine with that. But there were definitely days where he wanted to be kissed and caressed, times where he wanted to be held and tended to. Today, he needed you. But he’ll have to take care of himself.

He’s a grown man, he can do that, but it isn’t easy when he’s feeling down. But he goes through his routine like it’s nothing, something he consistently relies on. Walking into the master bedroom, he begins to undress, readying himself for a shower. Normally, he wouldn’t take one this early in the day, he usually did so before bed. But with the strain from his job now making his muscles ache, he figures the hot water will do him some good. Afterwards, he’ll find some comfy clothes to slide into, comb his hair and re-apply some deodorant. Maybe even make a snack. But for now, he’ll focus on the first step, getting undressed.

While removing his outer jacket, he reminds himself that it’ll only be a single afternoon spent without you, that he’ll be in your arms soon enough. If he distracts himself, it’ll feel like minutes instead of hours. There has to be something new on TV, a new novel he can download on his iPad, something. But just as his mind truly begins to wander, his fingers slide across something that pulls him away from his rambling thoughts.

Looking down, the pad of his first digit slides over the thin metal of his ring, the one on his left hand. And he smiles, the first sense of relief he’s felt since the beginning of his day. He remembers when you’d put it on him, the words you said right before you did it, the way you looked, the day that it happened.

It was springtime, the two of you tying the knot earlier this year. The day was sunny, no wind with the sky full of puffy, white clouds - perfect for an outdoor wedding. It might come as a surprise, but the event was small, much smaller than you yourself had expected given Jack’s outgoing nature. He had many friends, and loved his family. But when it came down to it, the only people he wanted there were the ones that mattered, the ones that contributed to your relationship.

In all honesty, he completely expected the wave of emotion that consumed him once he saw you at the end of that aisle. Since the night you met, you’ve been his heart and soul. Tears welled in his eyes the moment you stepped before him, and he found it incredibly difficult to not just run down the aisle and sweep you off your feet right then and there. You’re his, and he finally had the chance to make it permanent.

While your hair and makeup took more than an hour, you couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over the edges of your lash line. But at this point, you didn’t even care. Seeing Jack standing at the altar made you realize that he truly is your future. All the time put into the wedding venue and its decorations, it seemed pointless in that moment. Because you weren’t looking at the people who attended or the color schemes you chose, you were looking at him.

The pastor had explained the concept of marriage to the two of you as you stood there before one another, you still holding your hand-picked bouquet.

��Marriage is the clasping of hands, the blending of two hearts, the union of two lives into one.” It made your heart pound, hearing these words. “And your marriage must stand, not by the authority of the State, nor by the seal on your wedding certificate, but by the strength and power of the faith and love you have in one another.” And you know it will, you both do.

Looking into Jack’s eyes, you take a breath, steadying your emotions. You’d waited for this day to come practically since you met this man. He’d charmed you that very first night, swept you off your feet and honestly, neither of you looked back after that.

Once instructed to do so, you turn, giving your bouquet to your maid of honor. Moving to face your love once again, his hands are already out, waiting for your acceptance. And with a heart full of devotion and love, you do, placing your hands in his palms.

Jack’s vows were first, his chest tightening with emotion to the point of him needing to take a breath. Lovingly, you squeeze his hands, his eyes returning to your own. You ground him.

“I vow,” He begins, holding onto your hands with a secure grasp. “To protect you from everything bad in this world.” Immediately, you know what he means, what he’s referring to. “My passion and adoration for you can’t be expressed in words, baby. I just want you to know that I love you, more than myself, more than anything in this world. And every day that I’m by your side, I will provide for you, I will keep you happy and safe, honey. I’ll always care for you, I’ll always put our relationship first.”

Smiling, you do your best to contain your own emotions, having already cried today.

“You make me a better man than I ever thought I could be.” He tells you wholeheartedly, “For the rest of our lives, no matter what may come, I will always be here with you, sweetheart. I’ll be here to support you, to keep you warm and happy. I’ll never leave your side.”

Gently, he lifts your hands, glancing down at them. Inhaling deeply, he continues, finishing the lines he’s memorized. “In life and death,” He promises quietly, “You are mine.” And then, he kisses your hands softly, gazing into your eyes as he lowers them.

The muscles in your cheeks hurt from smiling so adoringly at your soon-to-be. Everything he just promised you is more than you could have hoped for or expected. Truly, Jack is everything to you. And after taking a moment to collect yourself, you recite your own vows, too.

“Baby, you’ve given me a life I never knew I could have. Your love, your generosity, your devotion, it’s more than I could possibly ask for. But you give it all to me without a second thought, and I vow to return your sentiment, in every way that I can, for every day that you call me yours.”

Honestly, Jack never knew he could love you more than he already does. But with each word that leaves your lips, he finds his adoration expanding, his passion burning brighter than it ever has before.

“I promise, from this day forward, you’ll never have to face the world alone, baby.” With your voice wavering slightly, you swallow, inhaling a small breath. “I’ll be here to hold you when you need it, and support you when you don’t. I promise to uplift you every single day, reminding you of the wonderful man that I know you are.” And it’s true, he’s the best person you’ve ever known.

“I cherish you, my true love. You’re everything I could ever want in a partner, in my best friend. I am forever thankful to have you, and beyond proud to call you my husband.”

Those deep, warm, kind brown eyes, never leave your own. He’s smiling too, a close-lipped grin that’s so bright his dimple is showing. And when you recite your final words, his hands tighten around yours, holding you as if he’ll never let you go.

“Today, and every day, I choose you.”

The way he kissed you after you’d offered your rings took your breath away. With his dominant hand finding the side of your face, his other secured itself to your hip, bringing you in. Both of your own palms held his jaw, pulling him to you with just as much enthusiasm.

“Jack,” It was a short giggle, pressing your forehead to his in the midst of his incessant kisses.

“I love you.” He expresses, smiling before leaning in again to kiss you.

“Baby,” Comes your happy sigh, accepting his plush lips. “I love you, too.”

Back in your shared home, Jack sits on the sofa, sighing. Lord, he misses you. He hasn’t seen you all week, not in person, at least. When you talked this morning, it had been over FaceTime. And damn, was he missing your pretty face.

He decided to make himself a snack, grabbing some fruit you’d cut up a few days prior. Taking a seat on the sofa, he glances around, admiring the space. It used to be his, his and his alone. And things were fine like that. But that was before you came along and made it something great.

Kicking his feet up on the coffee table, he glances down when his heel knocks against something. A few special books were always stacked up on this table, the one on top being the most important of them all. Your wedding photo album. Immediately, he leans forward, grabbing it in hand. Something shot through him when he saw it, when he saw you, especially in that dress again. Flipping it open, his heart is struck with a love like nothing else he’s ever experienced. Thumb rubbing over the simple band of his ring, he grins, eyes scanning the pages.

You looked ethereal in your gown, the pictures of the two of you at the altar truly taking his breath away. He’ll never get tired of seeing these memories. As he continues scrolling, he comes across the photos from the reception, of all your family and friends, the decorations you chose and the food you ate. It was extravagant, something he’ll never forget…

Now this, this was more up to Jack’s speed. Instead of a few people, your reception held hundreds. The wedding had been held outdoors, what with the beautiful weather and all. The venue you’d chosen was a fairly refined winery, with the reception taking place in a rather lively and modern barn. And boy, how lively it was.

Jack hadn’t seen you the entire day, the two of you holding the tradition of him not admiring you in your bridal gown before approaching the aisle. And now that you were back by his side, he wasn’t planning on letting you out of his sight anytime soon.

“C’mere, sugar.” He says, pulling you into his side.

Happily, you moved where he tugged, meeting his lips once again. “Baby,” Putting a hand on his chest, you sighed. “Can’t you wait until our honeymoon?” You were teasing, he knew.

“Oh honey,” Comes that deep southern drawl, “You bet I can’t wait ‘till our honeymoon.”

Your entrance was lavish, your friends and family cheering and clapping while the two of you walked into the reception. And when he dipped you only moments ago, you smiled, once again being swept off your feet by him.

But your first dance, that was truly the main event of your reception. He’d held you so closely, so warmly, that it made you fall in love with him all over again. The two of you had gone to a few dance lessons, but it was mainly for you, not him. And with him leading the dance, it went quite smoothly. And the way it made you feel… to have him fully, completely, and utterly tied to you for the rest of eternity, it was a sensation you’ll never be able to describe.

The first time you were able to enjoy the details of your wedding was when you’d sat down with Jack at your sweetheart table. You opted for this instead of a head table for your wedding party, letting them each sit with their own dates and families. And from this view, you can see everything, all of the decorations and lighting choices, the flowers you chose and the entreés you favored. The beige and sage green coloring looks brilliant inside this spacious setting, the emerald hue to your bridesmaids’ dresses matching nicely. It was gorgeous, astounding, everything you dreamed it could be. Truthfully, it was the best night of your life. And it all happened because of Jack, he’s the one that made this possible.

One of your favorite parts about this night was when the two of you cut the cake. After eating the extravagant dinner you'd both picked out, you walked over to the center of the room. The dinner though, was an excellent addition to an already excellent night.

A mixed fruit salad with an infused raspberry vinaigrette started the sit-down meal, served alongside bruschetta with each table having their own charcuterie board. The main course consisted of either seared steak or herb roasted chicken, alongside grilled asparagus and a spring arugula salad. And lastly, of course, was dessert. On top of being offered slices from your cake, your guests had the options of assorted cheesecake, fruit tarts, mini pies, as well as a fruit table with a chocolate fountain at its center. Throughout the entire night, champagne was served alongside an open bar once your first dance had ended.

When you finally got around to cutting your cake, Jack was an absolute gentleman while doing it. He held the knife with you, slicing it gently and feeding you a small piece of it. He didn’t want to be playful and get any on your face, he knew how long it took you to get ready today. And you did the same for him, but he accepted this slice of dessert a little differently than you. Briefly, before you pulled your hand away, he grabbed your wrist, bringing it back to him. Noticing the small amount of frosting on your finger, he wrapped his lips around it, quickly sucking it off while giving you a small wink. How was he so handsome? How is he so goddamn charming? And how on God’s green earth did you get lucky enough to call him your husband?

After that, Jack couldn’t stand it. He needed to have a moment alone with you. And somehow, even when you were the center of attention, Jack managed to pull you aside. Bringing you down the short hall to the bathrooms, he corralled you into one, locking the door behind him.

“Really?” You ask, offering an amused grin while you tease him.

“Really.” He immediately returns, voice deep in his throat as he kisses along your own.

His hands roam your waistline, sliding down to your hips and squeezing firmly. Your dress is tight, mermaid in style with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. You wanted it to remain elegant while still showing off your curves, and you’d say you succeeded in that.

Groaning, he smirks, running his lips over you. “You got me in some kinda trance, woman.” Grabbing a fistful of your ass, he pulls you even closer to him.

“Baby,” Gasping quietly, your hands slide up to his shoulders, holding onto him.

“Baby, huh?” He asks, biting into your skin both gently and briefly. He won’t leave a mark, not until tonight. “What? Now that I’m your husband I’m no longer daddy?”

“Jack,” At this, he lifts his head, looking into your eyes. “You’ll always be my daddy.”

And just like that, his gorgeous grin returns, diving in to mouth at your lips.

“I fuckin’ love you, babycakes.” While releasing a satisfied sigh, the hand on your ass slides down to the back of your knee, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. “I can’t wait to take you tonight; make love to my wife.”

“Daddy, I love you.” It can’t be said enough, not on this night. “I love you.”

Smiling to himself, Jack remembers when he had pulled you aside after cutting the cake. Jesus, you looked so good that night. You were perfect to him, you always are. He remembers how he looked at you, how he spoke to you and cared for you. It hasn’t changed. No matter the distance, your love for each other has never wavered.

Distance. All week, he’d been hundreds of miles away from you. And he was so close to you now. You’re only a few miles away at work, he wishes you’d just come home. Jack loved to travel, but if it wasn’t by your side, then what was the point? He had so many journeys before you met, but only the best ones came after you entered his life. In fact, he had so many new experiences with you that night, ones he never thought he’d get the opportunity to have. The destination of your honeymoon had originally been your idea, and it didn’t take much convincing on his end. In fact, he was more eager to get there than you were…

“You want another one, sugar?” All night, Jack has been doting on you. Escorting you to the bar, to the bathroom, retrieving refills of your drinks and taking you in hand to dance to every other song with you. He was having the time of his life, and you absolutely adored him like this.

“Sure, baby. Thank you.”

Grabbing your hand, he smirks, kissing the top of it. “I’ll be right back.”

While watching him walk away with your empty drink, you grin, a dreamy sigh slipping past your lips. Jack looks amazing in his tux, handsome and honestly stunning, in every sense of the word. Everyone always focuses on the bride and her dress, and while you’ve received many compliments tonight, you don’t think nearly enough have been aimed at him. His hair is styled perfectly, his skin smooth and bright. He smells incredible, too, his normal mix of fresh cedarwood. And his tuxedo fits perfectly, having been tailored to fit him exactly. Even after your multiple years together, he was still so fit; so tall and so strong. He didn’t have to promise to keep you safe, you know you’ll always be safe with him.

“Here you go, honey.” He says, returning with your drink and setting it before you. “You doin’ okay?”

And then he looks at your pretty face, finally realizing your loving stare. Smirking, he furrows his brows, “What?”

“I’m doing so good, baby.” Your voice is smooth and light, happy. So beyond happy.

Leaning down, Jack takes his seat beside you, looping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. With his hand on your cheek, he brings you in for a kiss, but when he’s done, he still keeps you close.

“You know,” He whispers, fingers sliding down to tenderly stroke your chin. “I’ve been thinkin’ about us headin’ out for the night.”

“Really?” Genuinely shocked, you grin. “I thought I’d be the one to give in.”

Before today, the two of you discussed how you’d leave the reception. Say goodbye to each and every one of your guests, or… sneak out without being seen? It was a family tradition on both your sides. In fact, if you were able to leave without being noticed by your guests, it was supposed to be a sign of good fortune for your marriage. Plus, how fun would it be to be a little sneaky?

“Yeah…” Warm brown eyes scan your face, that enticing smirk never leaving. “I’m havin’ a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”

All you can do is smile; you’re absolutely smitten.

“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart.” When he says it, he sighs dramatically, eyes roaming the beauty that is you. “The prettiest thing I have ever seen.” The exact words he said to you on the first night you met.

“Thank you, daddy.” It’s whispered, meant for only the two of you to hear.

“C’mon,” Jack’s leaning in now, his face still only an inch away from your own. “Let’s go, babycakes.”

Ever the planner, Jack had made sure the limo stayed near the back exit of the establishment. You made your grand escape just as a song began, drawing everyone to the dancefloor and away from you. At this point in the night, it was nearly midnight, and while that may seem too early to leave your own party, you still had a flight to catch. You’d entertained the thought of flying to your destination the next day instead of early in the morning, giving yourselves time to rest after the wedding. But neither of you wanted to wait.

With Jack’s hand on your lower back, he uses the other to open the door for you. Grinning wildly, you lean down into the limo, your husband’s hand falling lower to give you a gentle tap. Making sure the coast is clear, he takes one last look around.

“Come on!” You hiss, laughing when he finally ducks his head in. “Did anybody see?”

That pearly grin washes over his face when he shakes his head. “Nope.” Grunting slightly, he situates himself beside you, sighing. “Looks like we got lucky.”

“Maybe we were meant to be together after all.” You joke, smiling.

Frowning playfully, he leans in, hand on your face once again. “Baby, you were made for me.” Without his prompting, you lean in to kiss him, cutting it short when you hear the driver climb in behind the wheel. Quietly, Jack finishes his sentiment with, “And don’t you ever forget it.”

This part of the night was incredibly busy. Once you’d arrived home, you had to change and get your luggage as quickly as possible. You both agreed on packing your wedding attire and bringing it with you on your private vacation, wanting to undress the other of it on your first marital night. And you thought that was a sweet idea. Honestly, it made you even more excited for it.

Knowing how long the flight was, you both dressed yourselves in comfortable clothing, sweatpants and long-sleeved tees. You’d be seated for about ten hours, give or take, and then you had an hour car ride to your private lodge. So to say it was a lengthy day of traveling was putting it lightly. But Jack made it easy for you, carrying everything he could and keeping track of your itinerary. Even when you got a little crabby, Jack still treated you like his sweet baby.

“You want some?” He asks, offering the bottle to you.

“Jack, I already told you I don’t want juice right now.”

“But that was when I had orange juice.” He replies, pouting. This time, he went and got grape. You’d told him you were thirsty, so why wouldn’t he go get something for you to drink?

“Do you want me to get you some water?” Turning, he points further behind the two of you at a small shop.

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.” Grumbling, you rub your head, your temples throbbing from lack of sleep.

“It inconveniences me when you’re like this.” He mumbles not-so-quietly under his breath.

Turning your head to the side, you stare at him, releasing a heavy breath. Jack eyes you briefly from his peripheral while taking a sip of the grape juice he’d just bought, quickly looking away.

Sighing in defeat, you slump back in your chair, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m just tired.”

“Nah,” He shakes his head, leaning back and looping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s alright, babycakes. I know you’re tired.”

Kissing your temple, he mumbles against your skin, “I’ll get you some water, baby doll. It’s never an inconvenience.”

And on the plane, he was just as wonderful. He let you have the window seat, him sitting beside the aisle. It was first class, of course, Jack Daniels would have nothing less.

“Mr. Daniels?” A stewardess came by once you were seated, offering the two of you a drink menu. It was late by the time you were in the sky, but they wanted to offer you something before the cabin lights went out.

Smiling, Jack takes a menu, glancing down at it. You intend to lean over and take a look yourself, but then the woman speaks again.

“Mrs. Daniels?”

Eyes going wide, you look up at her, and then to Jack. And he’s looking right back at you. Smirking wildly, he repeats her words to you. “Mrs. Daniels?”

Smiling shyly, a bashful heat washes over your face. This is the first time either one of you have heard someone say your new last name. Pride swells inside Jack’s chest, watching you reach across him to take the small menu from her hands.

“Thank you.” Nodding slightly, you keep your grin, settling back into your chair with a sense of gratification. Truly, this is such an accomplishment. Finding the person you love more than anything else and getting the opportunity to build a life with them. Looking over at him again, you softly place your palm over his hand. How did you get lucky enough to call him your husband?

Reliving these memories isn’t half as nice as it’d be if you were here. The two of you have looked over this photo album many times throughout your first year of marriage, pouring glasses of wine and lighting a fire, making a night of it. It’s the first time he’s looked at it while alone, and he thinks he’ll offer to do it together when you get home. It always makes you happy, how could it not? And it’s doing wonders to lift his own spirit right now.

Flipping through the pages, he stumbles across a new section, the one beginning your honeymoon. Neither of you had ever been to Switzerland before, and your romantic vacation had a beautiful blend of both sight-seeing and relaxing. Pictures of the two of you skiing, the two of you enjoying a night in the lodge’s hot tub, surrounded by a real-life winter wonderland. The cabin was so gorgeous, absolutely perfect for a two-person stay. Your honeymoon lasted two weeks, but neither of you ever wanted to leave.

But just as he’s become lost in the memories of the snowy land you decided to vacation in, a picture falls from between the pages. Frowning, he looks down, picking it up from his lap. It had been taken on a polaroid camera, and as soon as he realizes it, he knows what this is. Smirking, he turns it around, witnessing your intricate lace lingerie spread out across a messy bed…

By the time you’d arrived at your private lodge, it was seven o’clock at night - a little past noon Kentucky-time. Napping on the plane gave you both a leg up when it came to finishing the day’s travels, so when you finally stepped foot inside the luxurious cabin, the two of you were ready to start the night.

“You need any help, honey?” Jack asks, watching you begin to put your things away.

“I think I’m okay, baby.” Smiling, you turn around, walking over to him. “You know, I have a little surprise for you.”

Hands sliding up his shoulders, they land on the back of his neck, pulling him in. Easily, Jack follows your lead, his own hands running up your back.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you lean up, kissing the tip of his nose. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Well,” He sighs, that famous grin returning. “I could say the same thing.”

Raising an eyebrow, you offer him an intrigued expression. But he doesn’t give you any hints. “Why don’t you go freshen up in the bathroom, babycakes? Put your weddin’ dress back on for me, too.”

Leaning in, he sighs, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering, “I wanna be the one to take it off you.”

Jack’s words send a spark right through your very being. The way he handled you sexually made you see stars, and you’re sure tonight won’t be an exception.

Doing as he says, you turn, but not before giving him a quick kiss. While humming giddily, you stride into the ensuite, but just as you begin shutting the door, Jack shouts to you, “When you’re ready, darlin’, come into the living room.”

One might think that from the way Jack presents himself, he’s cool, calm, confident, and collected. And while that is the case most of the time, when it came to you… he was different. At least on the inside. While he set up the living room, waves of anxiety continuously crashed into him. This is your first true wedding night together, why is he so nervous? You love him, you love him entirely; there’s nothing he should be worrying about. But since your very first date, worry has been plaguing his mind. Only when he did things such as this, though, only when he made grand surprises for you. Are there enough candles? Too many candles? Is the lighting right? Did I set the mood? Will she like it? Is it to her taste?

If only he knew how impressed you were by him. Since day one, Jack Daniels has been the man of your dreams.

“Do you like it, honey?” Turning around, nervous eyes meet your own, his hands clasped together with fidgeting fingers.

Breathless, you both stop in your tracks, staring at the other. You in your gown, and him in his tux. It feels like a dream all over again. And now, it’s just the two of you.

Before you get the opportunity to answer him, he speaks again, entirely enamored by the sight of you. “Sweetheart,” Stepping forward, his hands find either side of your arms, sliding up until he’s holding your face. His eyes, roaming your figure, his heart, beating out of his chest. “You magnificent thing…”

“Jack,” You breathe out his name with a wide grin, tears welling in your eyes once again. “You… did this for me?”

“Of course I did, baby.” Finally, he brings you in, mouth finding your lips for a quick kiss. “‘Course I did."

Now that you don’t have your makeup on, he feels free to kiss your beautiful face, lips pressing to your chin, your cheek and jawline, before making their way to your neck. Now, he does bite you, now, he does leave a mark, sucking and mouthing at your delicate skin. And while he’s busying himself, you take this opportunity to scan the room, eyeing what he’s set up for you.

This part of the lodge is made almost entirely of glass, windows covering every wall and even the ceiling. It’s so you can see the Northern Lights, once it’s time. On the main wall sits a grand fireplace, already lit with yellow flames burning, their glow dancing across the glass walls. Along the mantle sit candles of numerous shapes and sizes, all with their own miniature fires burning. And on the ground lay multiple blankets, maroon velvet with white pillows scattered along their edge. And finally, flowers, the same as your bouquet, placed in a vase on the coffee table.

“Is it too much, my sweet thing?” He asks, sounding desperate already.

Jack’s dominant hand slides down to your hip, his other rising to the back of your neck. He’s kissing you incessantly, the hairs above his lip tickling your skin.

“Baby,” Turning to face him, your movement forces him away from your neck. “It’s everything.” Looking into his eyes, you smile, hands rising to hold his face. “You’re everything to me.”

At this, Jack nearly drops to his knees. His mouth is on your neck again, hands finding the back zipper of your dress. Simultaneously, he lowers himself while sliding it down, kissing along your midsection. Speechless, you watch as he reveals your body, freeing your arms of the sleeves, your torso of the gown, your legs from its hem. And once on his knees, the dress pools at your feet. It happens when he’s kissing your stomach, his realization. Grinning, he places both hands on your hips, looking up at you from his knees.

“For me?”

Nodding, you reach forward, fingers combing through his gorgeous hair. “Yes, daddy.”

It’s white of course, signifying you as Jack’s new bride. And when you tell him that yes, daddy, this is for you, this is all for you, he dives in. Kissing along your stomach, he sighs out a breath, hands sliding down your thighs and squeezing them. And he’s still in his tux, no longer concerned with wrinkling it.

Gently, Jack lifts your feet, allowing you to step out of the gown pooled at your feet. He’s placing sloppy kisses up your calves, your thighs, mouth coming to your hip with his teeth nipping at the lace.

“Daddy,” Calling softly for your attention, he stops what he’s doing to look up at you. Caressing his hair softly, you request, “Will you lay down for me?”

Jack had intended to take the reins, to make you feel small and pretty, make you feel coddled and cared for, to make you cum until you couldn’t think. But it looks like you have something else planned, and he wants to see where this leads.

“Will you lay down on the blankets for me?” You repeat sweetly, looking into those warm, loving eyes. He nods.

“Sure, sweetie.” It’s a small grin that he gives, one of gentle surprise.

While he moves back, you lean down, picking up your dress. Carefully, you lay it over one of the chairs in the corner of the room, wanting to preserve it in all its beauty. And then, you turn, making your way over to him. Now, he’s able to see you fully, eyeing the delicate lace wrapped around your curvaceous body. It looks stunning on you, the dainty and feminine fabric.

“Honey,” Swallowing, he watches you kneel before him, settling between his legs. “You look so fucking sexy in that.”

“Yeah?” Slowly, you slide your hands up his thighs, fingers resting on his belt when they get there.

“Fuck yes.” He replies firmly, nodding. Lowering his head, he licks his lower lip while watching you begin to undress him.

He assumes you’ll start at his belt, but this time, you go to his shirt. Unbuttoning each little detail before sliding out his outer jacket, the dress shirt beneath soon following. Your husband watches with admiration as you fold the pieces delicately, placing them on the couch nearby. And when you return to him, you’re kissing his skin. Your lips make their way down his tanned chest, the tightness of his ribs and the softening curve of his stomach. You’re worshiping him, just like he worships you.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?” Licking his lips, his eyes find your own, worry swirling in them. “What is it, angel?”

“Can I put you in my mouth?” Lowering yourself, you hold his gaze, rubbing your cheek over his still-covered crotch.

“Oh, angel.” Comes that deep, dramatic, southern sigh. “Of course you can. Of course you can.”

It always makes him crumble, any little narration. With his blessing, you take off his belt, undoing the zipper on his dress pants. While he’d usually assist you in this, he lets you slide them down, taking off his socks, too. You had an agreement about this; he knows you want to undress him entirely by yourself tonight.

When he’s fully naked, you don’t even focus on his erection, not yet. Making your way back up his body is the soft wetness of your tongue, sliding along his calves and thighs with kisses intermingling.

He’s trembling, fingers fidgeting at his sides. Jack was a man of practiced patience, but when it came to you? He could never wait.

“Yes.” It comes out as a hiss, accompanied by a long sigh when you finally grip him.

Spreading his legs wider, he allows you to shuffle forward between his thighs, watching you angle your head above him so you can spit onto his tip. Your thumb swipes over the head, listening to him whimper it.

“Baby, please.” He’s been dying for you, ever since you said I do.

Easily, you settle onto your stomach, sliding him into your mouth. It’s a simple motion, his cock gliding over your tongue, the roundness of his head hitting the back of your throat in one go. His skin here is so hot, so smooth, not unlike the rest of him.

Already, bliss swims through his head. Watching you go down on him while wearing your new, white lingerie is fucking killing him. He feels like he could cum just from this.

“Jesus Christ,” He huffs out when you gag, his hands falling to the back of your head. “Baby… my perfect little wife.” Finally being able to call you that makes his body fill to the brim with gratitude and pride. He doesn’t know how he found you, doesn’t know how he convinced you to say I do, but he’s beyond thankful for you. He knows how lucky he is to have you and he knows there will never be a day where he stops loving you.

While keeping your mouth stuffed full of him, you look up, making eye contact while swallowing around him. That alluring grin is quickly replaced by a look of pure pleasure and shock, jaw dropping with his brows knitting together.

Removing yourself quickly, you take in a breath of air. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh, baby. Baby -” He’s reaching out to you, holding your face and bringing you in again. “Put your mouth back on me.”

And you do, wanting to be his perfect little wife.

By the way he says it, you know he doesn’t have long. He’s been waiting for even the tiniest semblance of pleasure for hours on end, and you know he has a weak spot for when you look up at him. Pulling that card out of your back pocket, you do it again, innocent eyes staring into his while you drool over his pelvis.

“Baby… J-Jesus,” The hands on your head pull you in even closer to him, fingers curling into your hair. “I, I… I’m gonna…”

“Mhm,” Mumbling, you nod, staring at him even when his head drops back.

“I’m gonna c-cum, oh, I’mgonnacum.”

You’d gone down on him for barely five minutes, and already, he’s unloading into your throat. Honestly, it’s a confidence booster, knowing you can do this to him. It’s thick and heavy, salty and sticky, just like it always is. But you swallow it down regardless, your core tingling just from tasting him. Eyes rolling back, you close them, sighing.

In gentle bliss, Jack’s hips roll up against you, balls tightening as he spills into your mouth. He can feel your tongue moving, swishing his spend around while ushering it directly down your throat. The sound of your cute little mouth-sounds has him reeling, cock hardening all over again. It makes him sensitive, the overwhelming pleasure you give him.

You give him time, keeping him inside until he’s finished. And he loves that, his chest puffing out with every breath. When you do finally release him, it’s alongside a quiet sigh. “That was quick.”

You’re grinning, and so is he. The teasing words coming from your sinful lips make him chuckle, still trying to catch his breath. Honestly, he’s not surprised he came quick. In all his years of living, he’s never seen something as beautiful as you. And now, you’re his, really his.

“You look so good when you cum, daddy.” Crawling forward, you climb onto his lap, fingers stroking his smooth chin. Leaning in, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “You’re so handsome, daddy.”

“Baby,” Grabbing the back of your head, he urges it to the side, teeth digging into your neck. “You’re so good for me. You know that? You make me so happy, you’re such a good girl for me.” Even after he’s cum, he’s rambling, high on the excitement of this night.

“Daddy,” Subconsciously, you grind over him, your smooth lace sliding along his growing erection.

“Take this off,” He demands, already doing it for you with his own hands. “I need to see your body.”

He doesn’t want to tear it but god dammit, there are too many ribbons and buttons and fuck it, he ends up ripping the front of it open.

“Baby!”

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m sorry, I just -” He can’t even finish his sentence. As soon as your tits spill out, his mouth is on them, sucking your nipple inside and running his tongue across it.

“Oh my god, yes…” Naturally, you cradle his head, letting him suck on your chest.

“My pretty girl.” He mumbles over your skin, both hands finding your ass to help grind you against him.

Swaying your hips to his rhythm, you smirk, feeling the wetness of him. The wetness of his mouth, his cock, the space between your legs that reacts so openly to him…

“You’re mine - my girl, my precious fuckin’ thing.” He’s rambling, drunk from you, from your touch and your love. “Forever, baby. Always, you hear me? Always.”

“Always.” You repeat, nodding, promising.

With slow and gentle movements, Jack pushes you forward, laying you on your back with him hovering above. The pillows he’d placed surround the blankets’ edges, allowing you to rest your head on them no matter where he puts you.

He doesn’t leave your chest, moaning quietly while he licks you. His eyes are closed, enjoying himself while he continues undressing you. Sliding the fabric from your body completes his request, dropping the damaged fabric on the floor outside the edges of your blanketed space. And after that, he doesn’t waste any time, shifting himself to lay between your legs. It’s then that he finally leaves your chest, lifting himself to rest his face in the dip of your neck.

“Honey…” He sighs, lifting a hand to lick his first three digits. And then he’s lowering them, rubbing them over your sex.

“Baby,” You whimper in response, hands clinging to his shoulder and neck.

Sliding a finger in, it’s like he’s testing the waters, seeing how ready you are for him. As if you’d be anything other than soaking on your wedding night.

“You want me, honey?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

“Yes,” Nodding, you lift your legs, encasing him between them. “Yes, daddy.”

Languidly, he pumps his middle digit a few more times, sliding it in and out of your velvety center. It allows him to breathe for a moment, to let himself take it all in.

“Baby,” The tip of your nose touches his face, his cheek, bringing him back to you with the small whisper of, “Please.”

His body responds before his mind does, removing his finger and using that same hand to hold himself. Turning his head, he looks at you, the ethereal image of his wife, as he slides into you.

“Baby,” He drawls, eyes rolling back, head dropping to your chest.

Naturally, his hips begin to move, slow and lovingly as he plunges into you. He feels thick, heavy, sliding into you all the way to his base until he’s retracting so he can do it all over again. His motions become heated, your arms looping around his neck, hands guiding him back to your breasts.

“Oh, baby.” He gasps out, the motion of his hips steady yet fluid. You're holding his head, sighing airly while his lips return to your chest. “Daddy loves it, baby doll, he loves when you shove his face into these sweet, pretty titties.”

“Daddy,” Cradling his head, you encourage him, fingers curling into his hair.

That’s all it takes for him to absolutely ravish you, his muscular arms moving between your back and the blankets to hold you. It feels possessive, heated, Jack’s hips rolling into your own as his lips focus on your nipples, licking them repeatedly, tenderly.

Linking your legs around his lower back, he groans, biting into your neck. He loved when you did that, when you wrapped him in your limbs. He’s all you want, all you’ve ever needed since you met him.

“P-Please,” Gasping tightly, your eyes pinch shut, hips thrusting up to meet his own. “Please don’t stop.”

But then Jack’s dominant hand slides out from beneath your back, landing on your hip and pushing you down. “Let daddy take care of you, sweetheart.” He’s whispering, lips mumbling over your breasts. “Let daddy take care of the sweet girl he knows you are.”

Easily, he finds your g-spot, his tip repeatedly pounding into it. More so than normal, it takes the breath from your lungs, something about the ring on your finger making everything feel different.

“Baby doll,” He’s smiling, chuckling. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” And then he lifts his head, kissing your jawline, your cheek. “But I can’t do that ‘til you cum for me.”

“I’m going to d-daddy.” Your head tilts back, pushing into the pillows with your eyes pinched shut. “I’m going to…”

“Babycakes,” The same hand that’s keeping you down rises to your face, grabbing your jaw and turning you to face him.

With mesmerized eyes, you stare up at him, at the most amazing man you’ve ever known. “Daddy?”

“Cum for me.” Is all he says before diving in to meet your lips, tongue sliding in.

Both of your hands hold the back of his head, moans echoing into his throat. And he wants them, wants to keep them, every single beautiful noise you make for him.

Shaking hands cling desperately to your husband, feeling his warm skin, the muscles beneath the surface. And the only reason he leaves your lips is to say, “Honey, you make me feel things,” Jack admits, losing his breaths. “You make daddy feel things that he’s never felt before.”

“Daddy, please,” Chest tightening with emotion, your hips roll up against him again.

“Daddy’s got you, baby, you beautiful thing.” His own body shivers from the sensation of it all, holding back from cumming inside you. He wants to feel you. “Are you gonna cum for him?”

“Yes!” It’s overwhelming, feeling the repeated drag of him against your walls, his unrelenting pace, his sturdy body holding you so possessively, yet so gently.

It’s quite a rare thing, tears forming from this. The passion, the euphoria of it all, knowing you have this blessing in your hands for the rest of time. You’re floating, smiling while the wetness runs down the sides of your face, the sensation of it rolling through you with grace. And still, you cling to him, never wanting to go without his embrace.

“Oh my god,” Shaking his head, he kisses your cheek, warm lips pressing tenderly to your skin.

But he doesn’t let you revel in it, removing himself from your heat quicker than expected. It makes you gasp, the sound shrill and airy. Sitting up on his knees, he gazes down at you, chest rising and falling with rapture while his eyes rake over you. Broad hands fall to your hips, fingertips caressing your stomach.

“Sit up for me, angel. Please?” His voice is quiet and caring; he’s speaking so sweetly to you. “Wanna cum in you from behind.”

“You do?”

“You think I’d only give you one round tonight?” Tilting his head, he gives you a half grin, body already reaching out to move you.

Limply, you allow it, grinning giddily as he does it. Hauling your hips into the air is the strength of his broad hands, holding onto you with a firm grasp. Shuffling forward, he brings himself to you, resting his already leaking erection between your cheeks. His hands guide you, urging you to roll your hips back against him as he slides through the curves of your backside, rubbing up and down, up and down…

He enjoys this briefly before you change the angle, allowing him to slide inside. He gasps when he enters you, while you sigh in relief, chuckling slightly from the shock in his voice.

“Holy shit,” He huffs, holding firmly to your hips once he’s fully seated inside. “Goddamn baby, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Baby, you know I always want you.” You’re grinding back against him, wanting more. You know how harshly he treats you in this position, and you’re eagerly anticipating it.

Nibbling on the corner of his lower lip, he groans, staring down at the graceful sway of your hips. Pushing you forward slightly, he slides out halfway, only to haul you back against his body. Gripping the maroon-tinted blankets, you force yourself back against him, listening to Jack’s harsh grunts and groans as you fuck each other in earnest. The driving force behind his thrusts is aided in his grip on your hips, jaw dropping as he listens to the lewd squelch of it.

“You’re still so wet,” He tells you, in absolute awe. “Still so fucking creamy, baby…”

“Daddy, you make such a fucking mess of me.” You’re burying your head in the pillows, crying out and nearly shrieking. He’s punching himself into you, his breaths harsh and heavy.

He knows you’ll be exhausted after this, and he probably will, too. But he knows he wants more, he wants to do more to you.

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, okay?” Heaving out desperate breaths, he then promises, “And then I’ll please your pretty clit. I’ll lick it for you, I’ll suck on it, too.”

“Oh…”

“You want that, honey?” He asks, grunting as he feels those familiar waves of bliss. “You want daddy to lick you?”

“Yes, yes please. Please, baby.” You’re still bouncing back against him, pulsing around the thick intrusion of him.

Seeing you bent over like this was always exhilarating for him. You were always so submissive, so trusting of him. You absolutely adored him. And the feeling of ecstasy flowing through Jack’s body is a beautiful promise of the future ahead of him.

He crumbles over your body, heaving desperately, wrapping his arms around you. One of his hands finds its way to your chest, just barely fondling your breasts. Really, he’s holding you, rolling his hips into you. The feeling of it isn’t foregin, not to either of you. Emptying himself inside is something he’s almost always done with you, and one day, he hopes it takes root. He knows he wants children with you. But he’s not thinking about that right now; right now, he’s thinking about how he’s feeling. The pleasure buzzing through his body, the way his body reacts to the woman beneath him, to his incredibly devoted, stunningly beautiful, wife.

Reaching back, your hand finds the back of his head, holding onto him. You’re both panting, wishing the night wasn’t over yet. And with that thought in mind, his hands are on your hips again. Pulling out, he’s much slower this time, head tilting down to watch his spend spill from your insides.

“Baby doll,” It comes out as a whine, and it surprises you. Turning, you intend to look back at him, but he’s shoving you forward again.

“Oh,” Your cheek presses into the pillows, hands reaching forward to stabilize yourself on them. And then his tongue lands on your sex, making your eyes roll back.

He’s whining, leaning over while he eats you from behind. It’s like he’s gone submissive, whimpering while licking into you, his body tingling when he hears your praise.

“Baby…” Reaching behind, you grab hold of his hair. “That’s so good…”

You’re leaking, and he’s rubbing his face against you, drowning in you. His tongue glides up through your folds, his hands spreading you open from behind.

“Oh my god,” With your fingernails scraping against his scalp, he gasps against you, suctioning his mouth to your pink and puffy lips. “Daddy.”

“You know I love it, baby.” He slurps from you, groaning deeply. “Sweet fuckin’ thing. Letting me do whatever I want to you.” Fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks, he presses his lips to the plumpness of them, sighing.

“Daddy, please.” You’re reaching for him again, begging for his attention.

“What is it, babyakes?” Lifting himself, he peers down at you, lids heavy with lust.

“Come back to me.” And he does, he immediately does.

Lifting himself full, he crawls over your body, helping you to lay on your back now. His chest presses to yours, his breaths calming as he wraps his arms around your back. He nuzzles into your neck, moaning and sighing happily when he feels your legs wrap around his lower back. Your hands find his hair again, stroking his full locks with tender care. The moment is quiet, calm, each of your bodies relaxing alongside the other’s. You feel at peace, complete, with the other half of your puzzle piece.

Opening your eyes, you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them until a dazzling ray of color prompts it. Looking up into the night sky, you see it, the sight provoking a warm smile from you. Turning, you whisper to him, getting him to look up, too.

The Northern Lights, the blues and purples and greens dancing across the sky. It’s mesmerizing - you truly can’t look away. But Jack does. As beautiful as it is, nothing could tear him away from the sight of you. Leaning in, he grins, kissing your cheek. He’s in love with you, and will be until the day he dies, and through whatever comes after that, too.

Jack remembers that feeling, the intense emotions he felt that night. It was more than he ever could have hoped for or expected. His happiness was incomparable, he was elated, filled with absolute joy. Nothing could have brought him down in that moment, not when he was with you. Your warm bodies pressed together so lovingly, the affection you hold for each other is genuine and true. It was from the start, and it always will be.

The meaning of your relationship brings out profound emotion within him, his chest sucking in a deep breath as he smiles brightly. And his happiness only amplifies when he hears the front door open, listening to the sweet-soft voice of you.

“Baby?” And then the door closing, the shuffling of you kicking off your shoes. “I’m home!”

Immediately, he’s on his feet, setting the book down and turning toward you. He’s grinning wildly, striding in your direction and wrapping you in his embrace. With a large and happy sigh, he lifts you, twirling you slightly.

“Baby!” You laugh, arms looping around his neck. And when he sets you down, you look up into his eyes, wondering, “What’ve you been up to?”

You’ve always told him that he gave you a life you never thought you could have. What you fail to realize is you’ve done the same for him. He never thought he’d be blessed like this. Before, life was good. But now? Life is definitely better with you.

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