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lettersfromaphrodite · 10 months

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― pairing : Hyunjin x fem! reader ― content warnings : angst with a happy ending, smut, fluff, royals au, Hyunjin is a Prince, arranged marriage, medieval settings, ⚠️exhibitionism/voyeurism, don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable with it⚠️unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 5.467

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

The Princess’ unfaltering decision of refusing her arranged marriage was definitely the most entertaining talk of the Castle for the whole month of January.

Nobody but you – her lady in waiting, knew the reason why she was so stubborn with her choice, and your mouth was sealed in loyalty to what was your future Queen - and regardless, always treated you as her friend. You spent every day with her, and in the evening, you would brush her hair as he kept talking about her beloved Duke with a dreamy and enamoured voice, giggling and blushing as she told you every detail about how their forbidden meetings went. You couldn’t help but smile at her, the secret hope that her love would bloom and come true, even if you knew that probably, their secret encounters would never lead to a marriage.

What you obviously did not know, was that while the Princess kept throwing her temper tantrum, the Royal Council kept having meetings, secretly deciding to send a maid in her place, in order to get married to the foreign Prince. Needless to say, said maid was you.

As the King and his Counsellor told you about it, you instinctively sat back in horror on the velvet chair behind you, a hand placed on your hammering heart.

«Your Majesty,» you breathed, your voice shaking weakly as you spoke. «I don’t think I am suited for-»

«I will not tolerate any dissent on your part.» his gruff and authoritative voice interrupted your sentence, and you close your eyes in silent resignation, a lone tear escaping your eyes. «You spent enough time with my daughter to know how a Princess shall behave.»

«Don’t you want to serve your Kingdom?» the Counsellor added, and few men from the royal council murmured among themselves intelligible sentences which you obviously couldn’t understand. You shook your head, giving in, knowing you couldn’t do otherwise.

As you wish, your Highness.» and with that, you excused yourself in order to storm back into your room, not bothering to justify to the other maids and butlers working at the Castle why you were so pale and on the verge of crying.

As soon as you accepted, the news spreaded around even faster than the fact that Princess Illezra was dating a Duke, and that was the main talk for the whole month of February, which you spent refining your manners, since now you had to act like a proper Princess. Illezra developed the habit of sleeping with you, holding your hand and repeating soft «I’m so sorry.» to which you shook your head every time.

«Don’t blame yourself,» you’d say. «I’m just scared.» Illezra would nod, just to repeat the same sentence every day right before falling asleep, and the two of you fell into a peaceful slumber with your fingers tightly interlocked.

Truth was, you weren’t just scared, you were terrified. First of all, you had to pretend to be someone you were not for your whole life, you were being forced into a marriage which you definitely didn’t ask for and most importantly, you didn’t know what your future husband looked like.

For all you knew, he could be a boy around your age, but the chances of him being an old, bald unattractive and evil man were also pretty high. The other Kingdom’s silence was disturbing; they never sent a portrait of your future husband, not even once.

«What if he’s handsome and he thinks I’m ugly?» you whined, pinching the bridge of your nose. «What if I screw up?»

«Language, your Highness!» Illezra giggled, mocking what she had been told countless times. «You’re gorgeous,» she said, sitting behind you on the bed in order to brush your hair, «and if he thinks otherwise, he’s an idiot.»

«What if he’s old and-» you whined, on the verge of crying once again. «I don’t want to think about it, I can’t bring myself to think about it.»

The day of your departing came sooner than you thought and so, during a chill March morning, you were sitting in an expensive carriage headed to your neighbour Kingdom, your heart sinking in your stomach the further you got from the town where you’ve lived all your life. You tried your best to avoid thinking about your future husband and your future life, and so you opted to engaging a small talk with the butler assigned to stay with you until the day of your marriage.

«What if he finds out everything?» you asked him, anxiety bubbling up in your stomach as you met his sharp yet kind gaze.

«He won’t.» he smiled politely, «No one from their Kingdom ever saw the Princess before.» his words somehow managed to reassure you, and before you realized, almost a day of travelling went by.

The first thing you noticed when your personal butler helped you out of the carriage was that their Castle looked way more expensive than the one you lived in, and the second one was the tall boy with jet black hair which was looking at you with an unreadable expression.

The King immediately welcomed you, introducing himself and the Queen as well, before gesturing to the boy.

«He’s Prince Hyunjin,» he said, «Your future husband.» you politely bowed to him, and he respectfully reached out to kiss the top of your gloved hand.

«Those portrait didn’t do any justice to your beauty.» he said, basically only for you to hear, and the unexpected kind tone of his voice made you wonder if he had been forced to say such a cliché pick up line. Your introductions went smoothly, and the Queen informed about a welcoming banquet being hosted in few hours, so you decided to take up her offer and freshen up.

The first thing you thought as you stepped into your new room was that there was an obvious mistake; the room was huge and decorated with furniture that looked so expensive that you wondered what the Queen’s room would look like. You were particularly happy about the small balcony attached to your room that directly faced the garden, which you would soon find out to remain enlightened all night, thanks to the numerous torches spreaded around.

When shortly after, two maids came to dress you up and do your hair, you thought you could make it work.

When you were sitting at the table while a significant number of people were occasionally staring at you before mumbling things among themselves, you thought you could never make it work.

«Relax,» Hyunjin’s unexpected soft whisper distracted your ministrations of staring blankly at your fork with a bite of food on it. «I promise we’ll excuse ourselves right after the desserts,» he added, before naturally placing his golden caliche in front of his lips, hiding his mouth in order to keep his words even more secret. «They’re probably saying you’re beautiful and wondering when we’re going to produce a heir.» he added, his tone somehow annoyed as he pronounced the last part of the sentence, making you almost choke on your bite of food before you mimicked his action of coveting your mouth with the golden chalice placed in front of you.

«Isn’t it a little bit too soon to talk about an heir?» you asked, noticing that while talking, both you and Hyunjin managed to inch closer, and you also couldn’t help but notice how insanely good he looked up close.

«It is,» Hyunjin chuckled, «but the Royal Counsellor is desperately waiting for heirs.» he smiled at your confused face, before adding a quick «The one completely dressed in purple and looking like an ogre. I bet he’s looking at you.» you tried not to giggle as you met said men’s gaze, before looking back at Hyunjin’s smiling face once again, and he playfully winked at you.

Your heart felt a little lighter knowing that your future husband was at least friendly, and you felt even better when, exactly as he promised, Hyunjin politely excused the both of you before leading you towards the garden.

«Thoughts on the welcoming party?» Hyunjin asked, sitting next to you on a marble bench cornered by small bushes of white roses.

«Definitely… intense.» you offered a small smile, not used to so many people looking at you while studying your every move since you’ve never been a Princess in the first place.

«We’re both obviously new to this,» Hyunjin nodded, before scratching the back of his head in a shy manner. «But I promise I’ll do my best to make it work.» you smiled at him, silently thanking the heaves for your luck, before reciprocating his promise.

If three months ago, the day you cried yourself to sleep at the unexpected news, someone would have told you that you’d be finding yourself falling in love with your future husband, you would have probably curse at them in a very un-lady like manner.

But yet, there you were, involuntary playing hide and seek with Hyunjin in the small maze inside their garden, trying to find a decent hiding spot while trying to hold back your laughter.

«Really?» Hyunjin asked as he almost appeared out of thin air, walking out from the turn next to yours. «You think I wouldn’t catch up?» he asked, and with a rush of adrenaline, you sprinted out from the blind spot where you were hiding, only for him to almost immediately stop your foolish and useless escape by tightly holding your waist; knowing that there was no use trying to outwit him when he probably knew the maze’s pattern by heart, you gave in with a small yelp as soon as your back crashed against his body due to him pulling your frame to his. With a small pout, you let Hyunjin turn you around, his arms still loosely hugging your waist.

«I could walk around here with my eyes closed,» Hyunjin said, faking an arrogant tone, a slight pant in his breath matching yours.

«So?» you asked, your hands on his chest and your gaze locking in a silent challenge.

«So,» Hyunjin’s voice lowered to a mumble, «Running away from me is useless.» he added, and his lips slowly inched towards yours, searching in your eyes any kind of doubt or refusal, leaving you all the time in the world to walk away from his embrace. Hyunjin never found a trace of doubt in your eyes, and so you stood on your tiptoes, closing the space between you and felt Hyunjin smile into the kiss as he held you closer to his body.

That kiss was the first one of many, countless, infinite kisses shared between the two of you, with innocent hearts full of love.

Even if you loved and trusted Hyunjin, you never told him the truth; even if you thought that you couldn’t live a lie for your whole life, you still couldn’t bring yourself to face the consequences of him finding out about your identity.

Deep down, you knew that Hyunjin didn’t fall in love with you for your status and you doubted he would care whether you were born in the royal family or not, but you also knew that this kind of lie was classified as treason, and you couldn’t bring yourself to face Hyunjin’s disappointment towards you.

Illezra kept sending you letters, and you had a very secret correspondence with her, which apparently was trying to let her parents accept her relationship and make her a Duchess so that her and her lover could be together. Despite being happy for her, these letters were the constant reminder of your lies, and Hyunjin never said anything as he saw you glancing sadly out of the window. He would simply hug you, kiss your head and mumbling that since you were homesick, as soon as you got married, he would love to visit your kingdom, too. Hyunjin’s kindness made you wonder if you really deserved him.

Approximatively six months after your arrival, strange rumours started to spread out among the royal council. Needless to say, those rumours completely revolved around your identity, but you’d never heard about them until eventually, it was too late.

By now, Hyunjin had sneaked into your bedroom a countless times, only to leave in order to return to his before morning came – his room was adjacent to yours, so he just needed to open a small door and throw himself in the bed of the communicant room right before his butler came to wake him up.

As cliché as it was, you believed you could never get enough of the feeling of Hyunjin’s warm body against yours, and for him, it was just the same. There was something about Hyunjin moaning your name as he came while trying to keep his voice low that you couldn’t help but love; there was something about the sense of intimacy of Hyunjin passionately making love to you every night that you could not help but wish for those moments to last forever.

Happiness proved itself to be such a fleeting feeling, as one day you returned to your room, only to see Hyunjin partially leaning against your desk, an unreadable expression on his face while holding an envelope you immediately recognized.

«What are you doing?» you asked, your voice trembling in fear as your hands weakly gripped the door’s golden handle behind your back.

«Why are you reading my-» with a rush of emotion, you tried to approach him with the intent of taking the letter out of his hands – even if you knew it was probably too late, when Hyunjin held his hand in mid-air, signalling you to stop.

«This letter comes from the Princess,» Hyunjin said, and your heart sank as you heard his cold tone, «which is very weird, because I’m marrying her in three days.» you felt the blood drain from your face, Hyunjin was about to find out the truth and all you could do was standing there, petrified. You held Hyunjin’s emotionless gaze while tears started to cloud your view, realizing that Hyunjin was blocking you out and showing you the face he showed to everyone else, and not the innocent eyes full of emotion you fell in love with.

Hyunjin effortlessly broke the royal sealing wax while still holding your gaze, the small noise of wax being torn was the only sound echoing in the room.

«Dear Princess,» Hyunjin began to read Illezra’s neat calligraphy, «I deeply wish your marriage is working out, and your fiancée is half as good as mine. I will never stop reminding you that I’m sorry, and that I’m infinitely thankful to you for taking my place.» Hyunjin scoffed, before throwing the letter on the table without bothering to read the rest of it. «Care to explain?» his harsh tone softened for a moment at the sight of your panicked state, but his disappointment was too great.

Hyunjin politely waited for you to talk with his hands crossed in front of his chest, as if the gesture would have helped him to keep in one place the world about to crash on him. You did not know why, but still you could not bring yourself to say a word; the thoughts of having disappointed both the man you loved and your kingdom were the only thoughts swirling around your head and with another scoff, Hyunjin stood up, walking past your frame and in his room without sharing another word.

For the first time since you arrived there, Hyunjin locked the door connecting your rooms, and you broke down in silent tears, kneeling in the middle of your room oh a Thursday morning, three days before your marriage.

You knew that you both did not have any task for the day, since you could hear Hyunjin moving around in the room next to yours. You spent half of your day sitting next to the door, not even bothering to change in more informal clothes, before few drops of common sense decided to silently make their way back into your head.

«Would Illezra go down without a fight?» you whispered to yourself. «Neither am I.» you sighed and stood up, walking to your nightstand and taking out a small key and a big amount of letters tied up with a silk ribbon from the top drawer.

«I have a spare key, Hyunjin,» you said loudly as you approached the door, «And I’m not afraid to use it.» you politely waited, deciding that if he didn’t unlock the door by himself, you would have done that. You were about to marry, but most importantly, you were in love; you’d never let anything walk between the two of you.

Surprisingly enough, Hyunjin unlocked the door few seconds later, and you stormed into his room and immediately sat on his bed, facing him, which was staring at you, confused at your sudden bravery and wondering why you decided to bring so many letters along.

When Hyunjin first asked you to explain, you wondered for a moment about lying through your teeth, but who would want a marriage based on lies? Certainly, not you.

Therefore, with that thought resonating in your head and in your heart, you told Hyunjin everything. With hesitant steps, Hyunjin slowly sat next to you on his canopy bed, as he listened to anything and everything you had to say; you told him about how the news crashed down on you and how about since then, you have felt pressured of living by the standards of living and behaving like people expected and imposed you to do. Hyunjin held your hand as your confession of you being terrified of this whole situation, but also the fact of not wanting to get married to a stranger.

«You could have been anyone,» you said, wiping another tear that effortlessly escaped your now puffy eyes, «I was terrified of you being old and ugly and evil.» you admitted, a small and sad smile appearing on Hyunjin’s lips which you didn’t see, too busy playing with his fingers interlocked with yours.

Hyunjin politely waited for you to finish your outburst, while never letting go or stop caressing your hand. «I can’t find a reason to blame you, but» Hyunjin’s gentle voice said. «I want to know if you meant what happened between us, or it was just part of what your King ordered you to do.» he asked, and as your eyes locked for the first time after you walked into his room, you saw Hyunjin looking so vulnerable you felt your heart tremble.

«It wasn’t a lie.» you quickly shook your head, relaxing a bit seeing Hyunjin’s soft smile once again. «I could never lie about loving you.» you admitted, and Hyunjin hugged you, affectionately kissing the side of your head as you wiped the last tears escaping your eyes.

«Then, I don’t care, the rumours will eventually stop.» Hyunjin sighed. «You’re going to be my wife, and married couples are allowed to keep secrets.» you nodded, hugging him back and wondering what were the chances of you finding such a gentle and caring boy as Hyunjin as your future husband.

«I’m sorry, too.» Hyunjin broke the comfortable silence that enveloped the two of you, now cuddling on his bed – with some difficulty, due to your formal clothes. «I was too focused on the fact that you lied, that I didn’t consider that you had more than valid reasons to do so.» Hyunjin’s words were soft and sincere, and you instantly cuddled closer to his chest, whispering not to worry.

«I never believed I would fall in love,» he chuckled, talking more to himself, «And yet, here I am.»

«Here we are.» you gently pointed out, and he simply answered by kissing the top of your head.

«Yeah, here we are.» Hyunjin mumbled softly, few moments later.

Now, if you thought that Hyunjin’s Castle and the room you have been given were expensive looking, you definitely did not expect the wedding to look so… extravagant.

If you were still living as a lady in waiting, your marriage would have been a humble ceremony into the town’s chapel but as a Princess, you were about to walk into the Capital’s Cathedral, your path surrounded by sumptuous and expensive decorations and unknown faces focusing on any detail from your hair to your dress, which made you look like as if you walked out from a fairy tale – a bit too much for your tastes, but Hyunjin’s face as he saw you was enough to forget everything, from your doubt about the veil being too long, to your discomfort at being once again the centre of attention, to your fears about tripping on your feet.

«You look stunning.» Hyunjin mouthed as soon as you stopped in front of him, and you instantly rolled your eyes as a wide blush covered your cheeks.

The ceremony went smoothly and rather quickly, unlike what you expected. Hyunjin kissed you longer than he was supposed to, with both his hands on your cheeks, and since then you couldn’t focus on anything else but the lingering taste of his lips on yours and the feeling of absolute happiness you felt anytime your eyes met.

«Organizing a surprise in three days is almost impossible, but I hope you’re going to like my special gift.» Hyunjin smiled as he led you away from the crowd of people attending your wedding reception, and your brows furrowed in confusion.

Hyunjin slightly turned towards you only to offer you a wink, looking even more handsome now that he had unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white shirt; even if you asked him few times what he meant, he never gave you a proper answer, and so you trusted him, until he led you to the marble bench where you comfortably sat under the moonlight on the first night you met.

Hyunjin abruptly stopped and you almost crashed against his body, but managed to stop just in time; you were about to ask him why did he stop so suddenly, when your attention was caught by a very familiar figure now standing up from the bench.

There was no way you could confuse her petite figure, the way she held her fan, or simply the way she brushed his gown exactly two seconds after she stood up; after all, you spent years living with her, and you knew that probably at some point, even your heartbeats were synchronized.

«Illezra?!» you asked, dumbfounded, but also feeling your heart speed up with excitement; you looked at Hyunjin, asking for a silent confirmation that you weren’t having hallucinations due to your corset being too tight, and as soon as he nodded, you ran towards her.

Illezra immediately hugged you close, her sweet perfume enveloping you and making you feel like you were in the privacy of her sumptuous bedroom instead of a Castle’s garden, you hugged her even closer, and the two of you stayed like that for a while. The hug you and Illezra shared held a silent conversation full of “I’m sorry”, “I’m glad this worked out”, in base of how tight you were hugging each other; a small cough caught your attention, and you shifted your attention to the figure behind Illezra, before detaching from her, which still tightly held your hand.

«You’d be happy to hear that we can freely hang out with Duchess Illezra and her husband, from now on.» Hyunjin’s soft voice said as he gently wrapped his arm around your waist.

«Duchess?» you incredulously asked her, your eyes widening in surprise. Illezra simply nodded, and officially introduced you to the Duke, which you’ve heard her talk about for countless nights.

«I owe you a lot,» Illezra said, clutching your intertwined fingers against her chest, but you simply shook your head. The four of you spent part of the afternoon by yourselves, before joining once again the other guests and excusing yourselves for having ran off; you could not stop thanking Hyunjin for this surprise – you never thought you could meet Illezra in public ever again, but he simply shrugged anytime you mentioned it, leaning in to peck your lips in a soft and sweet kiss.

Despite the day went great and you felt the happiest you’ve ever felt, there was a thing you actually feared: your first night as a married couple. You and Hyunjin have made love a countless number of times by now, hidden in the shadows of your bedroom, but you knew about a particular fucked up tradition that royals had.

Apparently, both for good auspicious and in order to verify the first night of marriage was consumed, the heavy curtains of the canopy bed would be tightly closed while outside; few members of the court would wait for the couple to finish their intercourse.

Of course, both you and Hyunjin weren’t exactly happy about it, but you both knew that refusing this stupid ceremony meant that someone could have contested the veracity of the marriage.

Hyunjin sat right in front of you on the soft mattress of the room you’ll be sharing from now on, his legs crossed while mirroring your posture, looking at you with an amused yet shy smile. You shrugged, covering your eyes in embarrassment knowing that a layer of fabric was separating you and your husband from indiscreet eyes; you opted for re-adjust your positions in order to cuddle, chuckling at how surreal this situation was.

«I’m really not fond of having an audience.» you mumbled, caressing Hyunjin’s hair while he had his head on your chest; you felt him nod against your skin.

«Neither I am,» he admitted, shifting just enough to place his chin on top of your breast to look at you. «We don’t have to do anything, if you’re not comfortable.» he added, and you loved how considerate he was being once again. You sighed a little too loudly, immediately covering your mouth since that sigh could be misinterpreted, and Hyunjin’s head followed your chest’s movement with an amused smile on his lips.

«As long as you hold my hand, I suppose I’m gonna be okay.» you furrowed your brows, running your hand through Hyunjin’s long and soft hair, and he closed his eyes in bliss at the sensation of your fingers playing with it.

«We can stop anytime,» Hyunjin mumbled, supporting his weight on his arms while hovering above you, «and just jump on the bed while moaning randomly.» he added, barely above a whisper, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his childish yet mischievous expression.

A thing Hyunjin was exceptionally good was keeping promises; for the whole night, he kept holding your hand, from the moment his fingers were buried deep inside you, to the moment where his length was moving with hard and deep strokes. Hyunjin had one hand buried in the mattress, right next to your head, while the other was tightly intertwined with yours; while your free hand was tightly placed in front of your mouth to muffle your moans, despite the sound of the bed creaking and slamming against the wall was giving away pretty obviously that you decided to act up to your duties.

Hyunjin was staring at you with hooded eyes, silently loving how your body was so responsive and sensitive to his touch; his eyes glanced to his left, and he stilled his hips inside you with a harsh thrust, making you whine while arching your back and closing your legs around his hips in the desperate attempt to make him sink deeper. Opening your eyes, you saw Hyunjin’s mischievous eyes focusing on the hand in front of your mouth, before he eventually shifted to partially support his weight on his elbow, his sweaty and hot body now pressed flush against yours, making you instinctively clench around his length.

«Let them hear, sweetie.» Hyunjin sinfully mumbled against your hear, slowly placing his right hand over the one you had on your mouth in order to slowly moving it away, allowing you to decide if you were comfortable with it. Once again, Hyunjin saw no trace of doubts in your eyes as he slowly leaned back, and he just smirked, moving his hips in order to create some friction between your bodies; you shut your eyes with a deep intake of breath, his stiff length filling you up just perfectly. «Let them know who’s make you feel so good» he added, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as his warm, big hand delicately caressed your body only for it to stop under your left tight just to lift it up while slightly spreading it even more. «Who’s making you this wet.» Hyunjin’s soft moans in your ear were about to make you see stars, and you sank your nails in his left hand – which was still interlocked with yours, as he proved his point with a harsh thrust which only made you whimper a loud «Please.»

Hyunjin’s cocky attitude only came out when you were having sex, so the fact that he kept moving in slow strokes while raising his eyebrow and mumbling an innocent «Please, what?» didn’t surprise you, on the contrary, it made you even wetter, if possible. If you thought that there was something fucked up about part of the royal court waiting for two people to finish their sexual intercourse while standing outside a canopy bed staring at some closed curtains, you also believed that there was something fucked up about both you and Hyunjin obviously enjoying it. There was something about Hyunjin’s body – how perfectly it moved against yours and how you felt like two puzzle pieces finally connecting, which always had the ability to bring you on your knees, figuratively and metaphorically.

«I’m yours, please.» you whined, already too far gone to properly answer to Hyunjin’s request, but he complied nonetheless, and he started to move at a slight faster place while holding your left leg higher, in order to have a deeper access into you.

The surreal situation you were in, added to Hyunjin’s praises on how good you were and how perfectly tight you felt, accompanied by the harsh movements of his hips, quickly helped you to build up your orgasm, and in return, your loud moans and pleads added to the fact that you kept writhing in pleasure under your husband’s body in order to feel even closer to him, quickly helped Hyunjin to quickly approach his own. Hyunjin came with a loud groan, his brows furrowed together and his eyes tightly closed as he buried himself inside you, and that vision alone triggered your orgasm as well. Hyunjin welcomed you back from your post orgasm state while rubbing your noses together, and you leaned in to peck his lips with a soft giggle while your heart softened at the feeling of your hands still locked together.

Both of you turned your attention to the sound of steps hurriedly exiting the room, and as the door closed, leaving you two finally alone, Hyunjin captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss, his long strands of hair resting on your forehead in the process; you gently pushed on his shoulder, signalling him to roll back, and he eagerly complied, careful to not slid out of you as you were now sitting on top of him.

«Always so eager,» Hyunjin mumbled, his hands naturally gripping your hips as your mouth came in contact with the bare and sweaty skin of his neck, marking it up to your heart’s content. Now, you finally had the night for yourselves.

The following day, you and Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle to yourselves as apparently, the court’s member couldn’t hold your gaze any longer.

«Do you think we somehow scared them?» you whispered to him, hiding part of your face behind your pastel green fan.

«Probably,» Hyunjin chuckled, «And this is why I believe,» he said, circling your hips with his strong arms, «That in order to remind them who’s in charge, we should renew our vows every ten years.»

«You’re an pervert,» You blushed, hitting his shoulder with your now closed fan, «Once was more than enough.» Hyunjin hummed, giving you a playful smirk, «You definitely looked like you were enjoying it-»

«Hyunjin!» you laughed, placing a hand on his lips, in order to prevent him from finishing his sentence, and you quickly glanced around just in case someone could have heard. Something wet met the palm of your hand, and you retreated it, looking at Hyunjin with an incredulous yet amused expression.

«Did you just lick my hand?» you asked, and Hyunjin shrugged, before you both laughed together.

At least, your marriage wasn’t going to be boring.

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Buckle Bunny of Sorts │ Rhett Abbott

Genre: SMUT with some fluff

Summary: From the insistence of a friend, you spend a night out on the town. But you run into your long time crush, Rhett Abbott, and he has something to tell you.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! P in v, oral sex (female receiving), small spit kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, kinda dom!Rhett and sub!reader, use of term 'buckle bunny', pining, revealing feelings, unprotected sex, pull-out method (be smart! don't use pull-out method as a form of birth control irl), messy sex, pet names (bunny, baby), a smidge of sexism from the towns people? Written as a fem!reader. Just nasty, nasty filth.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: My first smut! Please be kind, I'm still very new to writing and especially smut. But I loved Outer Range and I saw someone post about wanting to be Rhett's buckle bunny and couldn't get this out of my head. I didn't want country girl (as I call her) to be an actually buckle bunny since they are sort of frowned upon (but I say you do you). So this is the idea I came up with instead. It took me forever to write this, but I'm pretty proud of it. In conclusion, I love Lewis Pullman and the characters he plays. Go watch Outer Range if you like Lewis, he's amazing in it and it is such a great show! Now I have to go bathe in holy water :) Oh and feel free to send in any request or thoughts you have about Top Gun or other characters. There is a list on my page of the main fandoms I'm into, but you can send whatever you want it and I've might have seen/read it. And you can always reach out to me for whatever (rants, ideas, links to articles about be we're obsessed with) Thanks for the support!

SMUT BELOW CUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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Admittedly, you felt a bit stupid. In your head, this seemed like a good idea, but as the idea becomes a reality you mentally kick yourself for it.

You’ve grown up in Amelia county your entire life. And in a place like this, people tend to stick to their roots, inner circle, and cliques. That being said, you knew just about everyone in your town, and definitely knew every boy your age. The problem was that they knew you too. Growing up you were definitely an outcast. Spending all your free time working to help pay the bills didn’t give you many chances to make friends. You were boring, safe. You knew it. You weren’t anything to write home about. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Last week you sat with the one friend you managed to make throughout your time in school, Sadie, and spilled these thoughts to her.

“That’s bullshit honey, and you know it.” Leave it to Sadie to soften the blow. “I’m sorry, but you are beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have you. But you spend all your time holed up at work or with me. These guys haven’t got a proper look at you since you hit puberty, no wonder they don’t seem interested.” She lectured.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about that? Get all dolled up for a night on the town? Look around, it’d be ridiculous” You replied.

“Come on, let me take you out. Just throw on some daisy dukes, a risky top, and some nice boots. It’ll be fun. And I’ll personally beat the shit out of anyone who has anything bad to say. Please, please, please…” And you knew that when Sadie was like this, you had no choice but to give in. So you agreed, one night out.

And that’s how you found yourself in your apartment letting Sadie pick out your outfit. She refused to tell you where you both were going, claiming that she didn’t want you to “get scared off.” And after opening the door wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and mud-covered boots, Sadie pushed her way inside to make you change.

She rifled through your dresser before holding up the tiniest pair of shorts you own. “No way, those are from high school. I don't even think they’ll fit. Plus it’s late out, why would I want to wear shorts?” You tried to reason with her, you really did.

“They may not fit you like they did in high school, but that’s the point, honey. Just trust me this once. Everyone is going to be all over you.” She replied, and handed you the shorts. As you began to wiggle them up she quietly added “Oh, and Rhett’s going to be there.”

You froze in place, glaring at your friend. “WHAT? Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe you.” Rhett fucking Abbott. The cowboy that you had been crushing on since middle school. Ever since the day he saw you walking home late after babysitting for a little cash and offered, no insisted, on walking you home. He was a few years ahead of you and happened to be friends with your older brother. Anytime he would come round your house to see your brother you would find yourself with your ear pressed to your door, trying to catch any of the words he was saying. Your eyes always seemed to wander outside your window to see if he was out back throwing a ball around with your brother. Once you even caught a glimpse of him shirtless after coming over to help your mom with some yard work.

Needless to say, your crush on Rhett didn’t get any better. In high school, you went out of your way to see him in the halls, or to accidentally run into him on your way home from work. You even went as far as to offer to tutor him in algebra, a class you yourself were failing. He wasn’t too keen on getting your help once your brother told him about that.

Now, Rhett had grown up and you had too. You would see him from time to time at the bar you worked at, always polite and asking about your family. And even now, you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted whenever he was around. Some crushes just don’t go away.

“You’ve been into him since 8th grade! I can’t believe you haven’t made a move yet. It’s time to put your big girl panties on and do something. Hell, screw someone else for all I care. All I know is that if I have to watch you make puppy dog eyes at Rhett from across a room one more time, I’m going to lose my mind.” Sadie said. But that was the problem. No matter how many guys you went out with, or screwed, you always came back to Rhett. Honestly, you could see why it was so exhausting for your friend to watch all the time, it was a bit pathetic being a grown woman with a crush from middle school.

Deciding to listen to your friend and do something about your pining over him, you buttoned up your shorts and turned to look in the mirror. Sadie was right, they don’t fit as they did in high school. Where they used to be a bit loose on you, they now held on to every curve you had. Damn, when did you get an ass? Swallowing your nerves, you shoved your feet into your white boots that only appeared on special occasions. To top it off, you threw on an old flannel opting to tie it up and undo the top couple of buttons to let a bit of your cleavage spill out.

“Now, that is hot. He’s going to be drooling over you, just wait” Sadie hyped you up. She reached up and messed your hair up just a bit, giving it a wind-swept look before ushering you out to her truck.

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After driving for a half hour, Sadie pulled into a dirt parking lot. You saw lights flashing, and heard cheering coming from the stadium seats. She took you to a fucking rodeo. Dressed in booty shorts.

“This is a joke. I look like a goddamn buckle bunny for christ's sake.” You curse out to her. She has the audacity to simply smirk back and says,

“Bout time you start acting like one.” And with that, she was out of the car and walking towards the show. With no other option but to sit and stew in the truck all night, you reluctantly hop out too. You curse under your breath and begin to tell Sadie that this is the last time you go anywhere with her without knowing before what she had planned.

Walking into the crowd, you felt your throat dry. You could feel people staring and you swore you heard a whisper that said “Is that Bruce’s daughter, Y/N?”. Suddenly, you became very interested in kicking the gravel under your boots.

Sadie did her best to reassure you, grabbing your hand and weaving you to a back lot. The crowd was sparse back here, and it looked like most of the guys hanging around were bull riders getting ready. “I don’t think we should be back here,” you said into Sadie’s ear and moved to pull your hand out of her grasp. But before you could she whipped you back around.

“This is it Y/N. Scout out which one of these boys you’re going to be riding tonight” She said with a wink. You let your eyes briefly scan the group. None of them noticed you two seeing as you were tucked a ways away. You made out a few familiar faces but you had no desire to talk to, let alone seduce, any of these guys. As you opened your mouth to inform your friend of this, your eyes caught something. Not something, but someone.

Standing slightly turned away from you and chatting with some other rider, you saw Rhett. Maybe it was because you only got to see him in dim-lit bars nowadays, but you swore he somehow was more attractive than you remembered.

He wore a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up, allowing you to see the veins run down his arms. You got a flash of the tattoo on his forearm, the one you imagined so often at night when thinking of him. He had his chaps on, the fringe down the sides fluttering ever so slightly in the wind. His signature black hat was perched on his head. At that moment, you swear you could’ve died.

You didn’t realize how long you had been staring until Sadie gave you a nudge. “Close your mouth or you’ll attract flies,” she said. It was then you noticed that you in fact had been standing there with your jaw on the floor admiring this man. Your eyes stayed locked on his figure as you gave him a once-over. God, he was gorgeous. Even with the layers of clothes he had on you could tell how lean and strong he was.

As your gaze made your way back up to his face, you were now looking right into his bright blue eyes. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He caught you. He fully caught you drooling over him. And just when it couldn’t get any worse, the fucker had a smirk plastered on his face and sent a wink your way. You averted your eyes and pretended you weren’t there, feeling a hot blush creep up your neck. But just when things couldn’t get any worse, you heard Sadie yell out, “Hey there Rhett”.

You silently prayed to the gods above that he wouldn’t walk over to you two, but it fell on deaf ears as you heard the crunch of gravel grow louder. Next thing you know he’s standing right smack in front of you. “Hi there Sadie, how’s your ma?” he asked, his southern drawl heavy.

“She’s well, thanks for asking. You know Y/N right? You were friends with her brother growing up” Sadie tried to segue. You forced yourself to bring your eyes up to meet his.

“Well of course I do, how could I forget a face as pretty as that?” Your eyes snapped to meet his. No way, there was no way Rhett Abbott was flirting with you. He was just being nice, that’s all.

“Oh um, hi. Good to see you.” You muttered out, full of nerves. Sadie cleared her throat and you thought back to her earlier lecture. Maybe it was finally time for you to get out there. Stop playing it so safe all the time. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself. So with some more confidence mustered you blurted out “I hope you do good tonight. I’m sure you will.”

Without missing a beat he responded, “Oh now that I know you’re here I definitely will. Always ride better when I know a gorgeous girl like you is watching.” His words sent heat blooming between your thighs. Fully committing to the act you took a step toward him and leaned up onto your toes to whisper in his ear.

“Well if you win, we’ll have to celebrate. Why don’t you come to find me after you finish up? Let me give you a victory prize.” You did your best to put on the most sultry voice you had. And despite the confidence you were exuding, you were scared shitless deep down. As soon as the words left your mouth, you were off. You swayed your hips a bit as you went to find a seat, knowing that he would be looking.

You didn’t dare look back until you reached the arena seats. Sadie guided you to sit down amongst the crowd, all waiting for the show to begin. And just as she opened her mouth to ask you what happened you whisper out “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad at all.” She whispered trying to not draw any attention.

“Oh no. It was bad. Very very very bad. Can’t show my face around here again bad. Have to leave the country bad.” You felt bile rise up in your throat. You turn to your friend and recount to her what you had just told the man of your dreams. It was like word vomit, you couldn’t stop freaking out and rambling.

“Y/N. STOP. Take a breath. The worst case he says no, he leaves once he’s done tonight. At least you know you tried. But you’re forgetting that he could be just as into you. And from the way he was talking it sounds like he is. So it’s going to be fine. He’s fine, you’re fine. All we can do is sit and try to enjoy the show.” Sadie reasoned with you. And you knew she was right. So you sat there, ass freezing from the cool metal bleachers. The more you thought about her words, the more you were able to calm yourself down. What’s done is done, and you rather be rejected than never know.

The soothing mindset you were in came crashing down the second Rhett’s name rang out. He was heading out for his final ride of the night. You felt your mind go blank and body numb as you focused on the arena in front of you. Honestly, you knew very little about bull riding but the way his muscles strained and body twisted was enough to keep you interested. Timed seemed to slow as you stared at him squeezing his hips to stay on the bucking bull.

After what felt like minutes of him being tossed around, you gasped as he was uprooted from his saddle. You knew that was bound to happen with any bull riding venture, but it still startled you to see him thrown about like that. He was yanked up and led out of the arena until the bull was wrangled. When he walked back out, your tension eased seeing he was unharmed.

You locked eyes on the scoreboard and nearly fell out of your chair when you saw his score. He won, holy shit he won. You were on your feet in an instant, screaming your head off. You felt a rush of pride for him, knowing how much his bull riding meant to him. Sadie jumped with you, and you were sure you were the loudest there.

After yelling for much too long to be appropriate, Sadie gave your arm a tug. “Come on” and you, still being in a blissed-out state, let her take you back to where you first ran into Rhett that night. You looked around in the dark, eyes wide anticipating what would happen next. A chill ran up your spine as you thought about your earlier promise to Rhett if he won. Startled out of your thoughts, you heard the sound of whooping and cheers from some men around you. Cranking your neck around you spotted him.

He was caked in dirt and his sleeves were hastily pushed up, hat askew on his head that was tilted back with a wide grin. Your mouth ran dry as butterflies erupted inside you. His eyes began to scan the small crowd of people before landing on you. Burning with embarrassment and admittedly desire, you shifted your eyes elsewhere. But soon enough, you heard that all too familiar voice. “Hey there ladies.”

“Hey Rhett, congrats on the big win. Y/N and I were cheering you on” Sadie said.

“Oh, I bet y’all were. Hey Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Rhett turned and asked you.

With a nod of your head, he gently took your hand and pulled you under a nearby tree. Still too shy to make eye contact, he brushed his hand under your jaw and turned you to look into his blue eyes. “You know I don’t expect anything. If you want to act like nothing happened earl-”

“No” you rush out. “No, I mean I want to. If you do.” Talking to just him and him alone felt so much easier. You felt your confidence grow back and expectantly looked at him.

“Well darlin’ I would want nothing more. You want to go back to your place for a bit?” He questioned, still being gentle with you as to give you an out if you changed your mind.

“Yes please,” you murmur. You felt as though you were floating when he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and led you back over to Sadie.

“Hey Sadie, you alright if I take Y/N home? Just figure it would be nice for us to catch up.”

“Oh, sure! By all means, go ‘catch up’” Sadie had the cockiest smirk plastered on her face, and while you wanted to be mad at her for it you also know she was the whole reason you were going home with Rhett Abbott tonight.

Walking out to the parking lot, Rhett keeps his arm firmly around your midsection till you arrive at his truck. He opens the passenger door for you before walking around and getting in himself. The roar of the engine coming to life jolts you forward a bit, remembering that you were in fact about to go home and get railed by the hottest cowboy you’ve ever seen.

“What are you thinking about Bunny?” Rhett can tell you were getting lost in thought.

“What did you call me?” Surprised by the nickname and the way it made you clench your thighs even tighter.

“Bunny. You look like a buckle bunny in that getup. But it’s cute, I like it on you.” He answered honestly. On any other occasion, you would’ve been pissed that someone thought of you as a buckle bunny. You grew up on a ranch in rural Wyoming, you were the farthest thing from a buckle bunny possible. But the way Rhett talked about you made you melt.

“Oh yeah. Blame Sadie. Wanted me to get myself out there more I guess.” You replied chewing on your bottom lip.

“Well, it was definitely nice to see you outside of the bar you work at. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for the longest time but I felt weird bothering you at work.” You whipped your head around at the confession.

Staring at his side profile as he continued to drive, “That’s nice of you to say, but it’s okay you don’t have to lie.” You didn’t believe it. That a man like Rhett would be interested in talking to someone like you.

“I’m not lying. I’ve always kinda liked you. But I guess I just never acted on them. And I know we’re on our way to your place so I can rail the shit outta ya, but I’m not just interested in sex from you. Let me take you out one night? It took me long enough to make a move on you, don’t make me wait any longer.” He said with the utmost sincerity. You were stunned. Shocked. All this time you two idiots both liked each other, and it was a rodeo and a plotting friend to finally make you realize it.

“I would like that. A lot.” You smile up at him as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Cutting off the engine, Rhett runs around to open your car door. Always a gentleman. You laced your fingers with his as you tug him upstairs to your place. You feel him placing teasing kisses on your neck and jaw when he can reach you. You giggle, moving even faster to get up the 3 flights of stairs.

When you reach the door of your apartment, you fumble around looking for your keys in your purse. When you manage to grab them, you pull them out with shaking hands cursing as they fall to the ground. Before you could bend down to retrieve them, Rhett already has them scooped up. He chuckles softly before resting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing your arm soothingly.

“You don’t need to be nervous Bunny. But I want to ask you again, are you okay with this?” He asks kindly, eyes soft and hands warm.

“More than okay.” And you pull him down by his shirt to crash your lips onto his. It was messy and desperate. Teeth clashed and tongues battled for dominance. You slid your hands up Rhett’s neck and into the curls at the back of his head tugging softly. His one arm wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer to his body. You recognize the faint jingle of keys through your fuzzy headspace and realize he was unlocking your front door with his tongue down your throat.

The door soon swung open and Rhett began to push your intertwined bodies inside. Stumbling in, you hear a door slam behind you before he has you pushed against a wall. His leg came in between yours, knee and thigh pressing up into your core. You let out a whine into the kiss, the feeling of him making you even wetter. In fact, you were sure you were absolutely drenched.

Seemingly reading your mind, Rhett broke the kiss to ask, “How wet are you Bunny? How wet does the idea of my cock have you? Bet you were sitting in those stands all night just soaking wet.” You merely moan in response, your brain not working fast enough to form actual words. Rhett brings his lips to your neck biting and sucking hickies into your smooth skin. You run your hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. Too impatient to unbutton his top, he leans back and pulls it over his head.

You knew Rhett was strong. After years of working at the ranch and bull riding, you expected him to be pretty muscular. But the actual sight of his abs, sharp and all edges, makes your mouth water. You tentatively place a hand on his toned chest. God, it looked like his body was made of chiseled marble. Under your hand, you feel his warmth radiating and the steady beat of his heart. When you force yourself to pull your eyes up to his, he says “Your turn.”

He places his hands on the bottom of your shirt, eyes silently asking if he could take it off. Your hands reach down and cover his, urging him to swiftly remove your top. His eyes immediately move to your breast, covered in the white lace of your bra (if you could even call the small scrap of fabric that). You hear a faint groan come from him before he ducks his head down. Placing open mouth kisses along the top of your tits, he brings his right hand up to palm your breast and roll your nipple. His mouth goes lower and latches onto the other nipple through the lace of your bra.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you. It’s not enough. You’ll never have enough of him. Soft moans tumble past your lips and Rhett takes this a cue to keep going. Eventually he pulls off and uses a hand to unclasp your bra as it falls to the ground. Getting a full view of your tits, Rhett brings both his hands to them and gives them one last squeeze before kissing your lips once again. Getting frustrated and wanting, no needing, more you drag your hand to his ripped figure. Your fingers trailed down the wide expanse of his chest and trace down his happy trail until you reach the waistband of his jeans. Popping the button and pulling down the zipper, Rhett helps you by tugging his jeans down as fast as he can. He kicks them off, leaving him in his tight boxer briefs. A tent is growing in them and you let out a gulp at the size of him.

“Don't be scared honey, I’ll stretch you real good before I fill you up” his voice fills the air. Excited at the idea, you grab his arm and drag him farther into your apartment and to your bedroom. You pull him in front of you and push him down on the bed causing him to look up at you. Reaching to your shorts, you nearly rip down your legs ready for him to touch you. Before you can pull your panties down, Rhett reaches out to them. He rubs his calloused hands over your hips and yanks you so you have no option but to straddle his figure. “Bunny, with panties like that I don’t think I could stand you not wearing them as I fuck you.”

You whimper at his words alone and he lets out a chuckle. He runs hands up your back and suddenly you are flipped over onto your back, Rhett now looming over you. Scooting down the bed, Rhett's face lands between your legs throwing them over his shoulders. He moans when he sees the wet spot that seems to be growing on your panties, landing wet kisses on your inner thighs. You think how could someone make a sound so beautiful. But you are quickly pulled from this as he tugs your pink panties to the side and takes in the full view of you. His eyes darken and he rasps out “Holy shit baby, you are so goddamn hot. I might come in my fucking boxers,” and he subtly grinds his hips into the mattress in attempt to get some much needed friction. Opening your mouth to make some teasing comment, you instead let out a cry as Rhett licks a bold stripe up your pussy. He lands on your clit, tongue moving in figure eights over top. For the second time that night, you find yourself pulling Rhett by his hair closer to you. He then alternates between lightly fucking his tongue into your dripping hole and brutally attacking your clit. The duality of pleasure causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

Rhett places the tip of his finger at your entrance, sliding it up and down through your folds first to get it slicked up. He breaches your entrance and your toes curl as he slides knuckle deep. “Fuck, oh my god Rhett please please, keep going,” pathetic pleas fall from you. You feel him adjust his thick digit in you until he finds that spongy spot that has your back arching. “Right there- right fucking there.” Any other night you would be embarrassed that someone has you so close to coming with one finger, but right now you could care less, only able to focus on the increasing burn in your stomach.

You can practically feel Rhett smirk against you as he eases a second finger into you, again going directly to that sweet spot inside you. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, still using his mouth to suckle your clit. You are screaming in pleasure, babbles of “please” and “don’t stop” leaving your mouth. The coil inside of you is close to snapping. You are so close, so unbelievably blissed out. “I’m gonna cum Rhett. I’m so close” you speak out in warning.

But just as close to the edge as you were, all the pleasure you felt was quickly ripped from you as Rhett removed himself from you. You glare down, sweat dripping down your forehead. “What? Why did you stop?” you croak out, voice already strained from your screaming.

“Oh Bunny. I want the first time you cum to be on my cock.” Rhett responds and leans up to place a hot kiss on your mouth. You deepen the kiss, wanting more of him. You can taste yourself on his mouth and soon he pulls back to say “You like that dirty girl? Like the taste of your sweet pussy? You should, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever got my mouth on.” You feel yourself clench at his dirty talk, managing to turn you on even more. You whimper and try to buck your hips up to encourage him to do something, do anything. Instead he just laughs, “Oh you are so desperate Bunny. Need me to fuck your tight pussy, make you cum so hard you can only yell out my name. Don’t worry Bunny, I’ve got you.” As he speaks he wiggles himself out of his boxers, hard cock slapping his tanned abs.

He props himself onto his forearms and brings a hand to his mouth. Your eyes widen as he spits into his hand and reaches down to pump himself a few times. Noticing your reaction he looks at you. “Open your mouth” and you obey, sticking your tongue out for good measure. You feel something wet hit your mouth before you process that he just spit into it. Rhett Abbott just spit in your mouth. And you swallowed, savoring the taste of him. “Good Bunny” he says into your ear.

“Rhett. Fuck me.” You whine out. Now it’s his turn to moan, finally sheathing his cock into your cunt. You gasp at the stretch and he waits a few moments for you to adjust. After a second you whimper out “Move please.” And Rhett doesn’t need to be asked twice, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back inside you. The force of his thrusts push you up the bed despite Rhett’s bruising grip on your hips.

“You feel so good baby. Squeezing me so tight. Best fucking pussy.” he praises and you clench around him. “Oh baby, you love when I talk dirty. When I tell you how amazing this cunt is. Going to make it mine, never letting anyone else near my pussy again.” You are pathetically whining and thrashing. Your nails are raking down his back, surely leaving welts in their wake. He clashes his lips onto yours and picks up his pace. The brutal fucking makes you feel like you’re floating. He licks into your mouth as you let out a steady set of moans and cries.

Just when you think things can’t get any better, Rhett snakes his hand down to rub tight circles into your clit. Paired with his cock repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside you, you know the knot in your tummy is starting to unravel.

“Rhett” you whine, “Rhett, I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, make a mess on my dick. Wanna feel you cum” He responds.

Clamping down on him, you are brought even closer to the edge. Eyes tightly shut, you turn your head to the side and let out a moan louder than you thought was possible. No one had ever made you feel this good before. You couldn’t even believe that it was the man you had been crushing on for years that was in your bed, in your pussy. And with that reminder of who it was that was fucking you better than you’ve been fucked before, you saw white behind your eyelids. As you reached your peak, heat spreading all the way through you, you couldn’t help but yell out, “Cum Rhett, let me make you feel good. Wanna be good for you, only for you.”

Unable to resist your fucked out babbles, Rhett ruts into you. Once he knows you’ve finished riding out your orgasm he pulls out from you. Furiously fisitng his cock, he groans out reaching his own release. White ropes of his seed spurt out and land across your tits and you mewl out at the warm, sticky substance coating you. Teasingly, to bring two fingers down to swipe through his release and bring them up to your mouth. You suck on the cum from your fingers, loudly moaning at the salty taste. Both panting hard, Rhett adjusts your panties back, flops over and lays next to you. “Shit y/n. That was amazing. Was it good for you?” And you blink hard through your fuzzy mind searching for a response.

“So good. The best, I think you succeed. Definitely ruined anyone else for me.” Rhett laughs at that. Abruptly, you are filled with a new feeling. It’s warm, cozy. You blush and you realize just how much you have fallen for this cowboy next to you.

You get lost in the idea that this is the start of something real between you two. No longer will you have to pine for him from afar. He likes you, he wants to be with you. You are consumed by him, forever connected you think. No matter what, he’ll always be there. He’s not leaving. And it’s that thought that brings you so much happiness and lets your body relax completely.

A wet towel between the valley of your breasts pulls you from the daydream. Rhett has at some point gotten up and found something to clean you two with. You melt, heart softening at how kind and caring he was being. God, you were so lucky.

The two of you cuddle up and spend the next hour talking about random things. Your favorite movies, what your go to karaoke song is, what you plan to do in the future. And it is easy, it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done. And when your eyelids become heavy, you find yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep listening to the beat of Rhett’s heart.

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azurekou16 · 2 months

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This is song lyrics that remind me of lestappen 💙❤️ ( pt2)

He knows that you're dreamin' about being loved by him

Too bad your chances are slim

- Elephant by Tame Impala

You start fights with everybody

I'm the one to say you're sorry

- Temper Temper by Lime Cordiale

I found a diamond in the darkest mine

We started speaking, small talking

Tip toe over the borderline

- Robbery by Lime Cordiale

You and me, we're not the same

I am a sinner, you are a saint

When we get to the pearly gates

You'll get the green light, I'll get the old door in the face

- Problems by Mother Mother

Spend a little too much time together

Forgotten how to be all by ourselves

- Slow Love by Tender

Pretending we're in love, but it's never enough

We see a storm is closing in

Pretending we ain't scared

- Ocean Drive by Duke Dumont

Why can't you want me like the other boys do?

They stare at me while I stare at you

Why can't I keep you safe as my own?

One moment I have you the next you're gone

- Crave You by Flight Facilities

#lestappen #formula 1 #max verstappen #charles leclerc

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rayofsuns · 5 months

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Mother Dearest: pt 7

Story Summary: Damian Al Ghul loved his mother to no end but when she threatens to harm the one person he loves more; he has no choice but to go to his father for help.

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Leona loves wash day. it felt like the only time her and Damian could talk without the other boys interrupting, talking over them or just being downright annoying. it was a day Leona spent with her head in a sink as damian's long nimble fingers massaged shampoo and conditioner into her scalp while she asked whatever questions she could think of. It was a peaceful day for her and Damian, A day they both looked forword to for different reasons.

For Leona it was a chance to ask Damian any and everything, questions Damian wouldn't normal answer. It was one of those rare days that Damian was relaxed, his only concern was keeping soap out of Leona's eyes and that made him easier to talk to.

Damian didn't know why wash day relaxed him, his guess is that it has something to do with focusing on only one thing for a change. Usuually his mind was plagued with every possible danger that can harm his sister. it was the only time that his worries seems to melt away. "When is the last time you got a full night of sleep?" leona asked, eyeing the dark bags under her brother's eyes. Damian let out a laugh.

"Bruce snuck a sleeping pill in my dinner last week. I sleep the whole day." Damian said, his voice heavey with humor as he comb the tangles out of her hair. If it was any other family that sentance would have been concerning; but this isn't a regular family now is it. Damian knew about the pill in his drink yet he drunk it anyways. Nowaday the only way Damian could sleep was with the help of sleeping pills. Everyone in the Manor knew about his sleeping problems so naturally they've decided to get involved.

More than once Damian has had one of his siblings trying (and failing) to get him to take these pills. each taking a different approach.

Dick liked to talk to him about his sleeping schedule. He was one of the only one who didn't try sneaking it into his food or anything. Dick's talks never worked. "How can you protect Leona if you're too sleep deprived?" was his favorite line.

Tim; the hypocrite, was sloppy, the pills will be half dissolved in whatever drink Tim would bring to him out of the 'kindness of his heart'

Jason is more forcefull, often times he tries forcing the pill into Damian's mouth and down his throat himself. those times Jason would leave the manor with fresh stitches and bruises. Damian actually stabbed him one time when things got too rough.

Duke is the only one who didn't care enough to try. "you're not hurting anyone but yourself" he would shrug "as long as you're alert on patrol I don't care how often you sleep" it may have sounded harsh but Duke didn't mean it that way. Duke cared about about his found family so of course he wanted Damian to be healthy but he also didn't want Damian to feel like everyone was ganging up on him.

Cass is the only person (other than Bruce) that Damian has had to keep and eye out for. she like him is an assassin. she knows how to sneak something into someones food. Cass was the only one of his siblings that was has been successful in getting him to unknowingly take the sleeping pills. Damian to this day stills doesn't know how she did it, the only way he knew that she was successful was because he woke up two days later.

Leona hummed out a reponse before decideing not to push the subject knowing how defensive Damian can get when it came to him 'relaxing'. "Can I ask you a question Dami?" Leona asked. Her eyes were closed and her head was laid back in the shampoo sink. "Of course." Damain said, messaging the shampoo in her head.

"I know you don't like talking about her but I just have to know. Why did Talia want me dead?" Leona felt damian stiffen. He didn't really like talking about his mother or most importantly her fall from grace. Leona was ten when Damian explained to her what happened to their Umi and how their mother went crazy resulting in them having to flee from their home. He still remembered the hurt in Leona's eyes when he told her. No ten year old should ever hear that their mother, the one person who was suspose to protect, them wanted them dead.

This was the first time she even asked about her umi. Damian cleared his throat thinking about what to say. "Still to this day I have no idea why. Umi's death hit us both hard and I think her mind just snapped. Umi's death was her fault in a way and she couldn't handle that"

"her fault?" Leona asked, intrigued by this new piece of information.

Damian nodded even though she couldn't see him with her eyes closed. "when Umi died I did some digging. the man who killed our Umi and tried to kill you was from a village Talia eradicated ten monthes before. According to the files I found a woman by the name of Elena Heartfelt had set up a meeting with Talia, she had asked for talia's protection from the village that had been harrassing her in exchange for a gift. Apparently the village dislike the lady, the report didn't say why they dislike her all it said was that they wanted her dead." Damian explained. "what was the gift?" Leona asked, her eyes open and her intrest piqued. Damain shrugged. "it didn't say but I hope it was worth the life of my Umi." Damian took a deep breath trying to keep his anger under control. "What she didn't know was that a small group of man and woman had left few days prior on a hunting trip, when they came back their loved ones were dead. They wanted revenge and they got it." Damian sighed, turning on the water and started rinsing out the shampoo.

the room was quiet until Leona sighed "I wish I could have meet her" she said, Damian's eyebrows furrowed. "Talia?" Leona shook her head. She would never admit it but the thought of Talia scared her. She's never had a desire to come face to face with the woman. "No Umi" she said

Leona has always wondered what her life would have been like if Aaliyah was alive, what type of mother she would have been. From the stories that Damian has told her she was have been an amazing mother.

Damian laughed "you know you look just like her. you have Talia's eyes but other than that you're an exact copy of her." Leona smiled. Damian's favorite thing to paint and draw was Aaliyah. Even at a young age Damian realise the resemblance his Umi and sister shared. If the eyes in the painting were brown it was Aaliyah and if it was Green it was Leona.

Damian smiled fondly "I use to hear stories of people forgetting what the dead looks like. they forget how they talked and how they smiled and it scared the crap out of me. I didn't want to forget my Umi; in my mind she was the only one who actually cared about what I wanted and how I felt. I would lose my mind if I forgot her. you've helped me to remember her." Damian leaned down to place a kiss on Leona's forhead. Leona smiled, reaching up to squeezed Damian's hand.

"Did Umi and dad ever meet?" Leona asked after a moment of silence, Damian shook his head no. "Father knew nothing about Umi until I arrived at the manor with you. I wish they would have met; I'd like to think that they'd be really good friends." Leona smiled softly at what could have been.

Leona studied her brother's face again before sighing, giving his hand another squeeze. "You know I'm safe right? I'm sure she's forgotten all about me so you have nothing to worry about. We. are. safe." Damian sighed, nodding his head even though he wasn't convince. Everynight he goes over every possible plan of attack, every way of entrance and with the manor so being big there's so many. If the Manor security's were to fail and the league found a way in. Damian shook the thought from his head. He just had to make sure they were safe.

"I'll be fine Leona. it's my job to worry about you, you know" Leona groaned. "I just don't want you to worry about me all the time. You know I have other brother's and a father that can protect me." Damian frowned, the room was silent until Leona sighed as she decided to change the subject.

"when you and Jon first became more than friends was it... awkward?" Damian chuckled. "Is it awkard between you and Jace?" Damian asked, Leona blush nodding her head yes. "That's the thing is I don't know if Jace and I are even together." She cleared her throat. "I mean He's going through a lot right now so we haven't really been able to talk about what happened a few months ago" Damian nodded in understanding. Damian thought about his answer before speaking.

"when Jon and I decided to be together it wasn't awkward at all for us. Being friends first seemed to have really helped. Maybe you and Jace just need to sit down and talk about what you want from each other?" Leona shook her head no the best she could since Damian was gently massaging the conditioner in her hair. "I can't. He's going through a lot right now and it'll be selfish of me to add this onto his plate."

John and connie, Jace's parents, had Jace scared to death of them.

They sounded like real sociopaths. They beat him almost everyday. Sometimes it was so bad Jace had to stay home from school for days on end just so he can heal; his body so bruised and beaten he couldn't move and Leona would have to steal pain pills from Alfred's secret stash. Those were the days Leona was most tempted to call Jason, knowing jason would handle it in a heartbeat.

"what's got you so angry?" Damian asked, pulling Leona from her thoughts. Leona relaxed her face; not realising her face was scrunched up in anger. "Nothing; just thinking about Jace." Damian nodded. "Ok. I'm done by the way" Damian said, wrapping Leona's hair in a towel. Leona sighed finally being able to sit up. They moved over to the vanity area. Damian took off the towel and started parting her hair, combing out any knots and greasing her scalp. suddenly the door to the in-home salon slammed open revealing a very stoic looking Bruce. he was in his 'Batman mode'

Leona laughed not taking the look seriously "who died."

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Leona never ran so fast in her life before, Guilt and shame laid heavy on her chest like an obese elephant. "Leona slow down." Damian said trying to keep up with the frantic girl as she ran through the hospital. Leona ignored her brother as she made her way other to the nurses station. "I'm looking for Jace lovett's room?" Leona asked, her eyes widen with fear. The nurse typed something into the computer before frowning.

"I'm sorry darling but he's still with the doctor, it might take a while before you're able to see him." The nurse said, a sympathetic frown on her face. Leona took a deep breath trying to stop her racing heart. It didn't work. "can you at least tell us what happened?" Leona asked, All Bruce had told her was that he got a call from the hospital saying jace was in the hospital but that was about it. Leona has never been so thankful that John and connie added Bruce to Jace's emergancy contact. other than that they can rot in hell

The nurse looked left and right, almost like she was making sure no one was listening into our conversation before saying "I was outside smoking a cigarette when suddenly this huge white van comes speeding into the ambulance bay. They pushed the boy out of the car not even bothering to slow down or stop." The nurse shook her head. "The police are waiting to question him about who was in the car but like I said the doctor is still with him." she nodded her head to a corner where two policeman were leaning agaisnt the wall. the looked to be bored just standing there a cup of coffee in both of their hands.

Leona's hand balled up into a fist. "leona do you know something?" Bruce asked, His voice was stern and he gave me a look that said 'you better not lie to me' she sighed moving away from the nurse's station and were no one can hear them.

"do you know who did this to him?" Bruce asked sternly.

Leona nodded. she explained everything she knew about the abuse Jace has been going through. She also told them how she stole drugs from Alfred to help Jace. Bruce gave her a disappointed sigh. "we could have helped him Leona, before it went this far." Bruce said. Leona rolled her eyes. "I know that but I couldn't just say 'oh jace trust me you'll be safe from your abusive parents at the manor because my dad is the batman' now could I." Leona snapped. she didn't mean to but she was stressed out. Bruce sighed. "everything is going to be alright Leona. I'll ask Gordan to put out an warrant for John and connies arrest in the meantime he'll come live with us." Leon sighed laying her head on Bruce chest.

"Damian go over and tell the police officer what Leona just told us and make sure they take a report. I wont have them just sweeping this under the rug." Damian nodded before turning and heading over to the police officers. "Family of Jace lovett" an middle age doctor called out into the waiting room.

Leona and Bruce walked over, worry painting her face. "Here" she breathed out. The doctor smiled at her sweetly. "He's a strong young man." she sighed. "he has three fractured ribs, His left was arm broken in two places and his body is just covered in bruises but that is the extant of his injuries but other than that he's going to be ok. He can actually go home today if he'd like" Leona sighed.

"Can we see him?" Leona asked. the doctor nodded "he's a little loopy from the pain killers but yes you can see him. he's in room 2OA" Leona thanked the doctor before leaving to find Jace's room.

Leona has never been so angry before. Angry at herself for not telling Bruce about the abuse and angry at John and connnie for doing this to their son. How can someone be so cruel. "Leona" Jace's voice was low as he called out for her. "Oh Jace" she cried running over to him and throwing herself at his side. leona gasped as Jace let out a groan. Leona stood back up feeling like an idiot for forgetting why jace was laying in this bed in the first place. Two fractured ribs and an broken arm. Leona couldn't imagine the horrors jace had went through only a few hours before.

"sorry" she said, kissing his cheek. Jace let out a low dark laugh as his face turned red. "it's alright, I'm just a little sore" Jace said, pushing Leona's hair, that was still wet, out of her face. Leona glanced at the mirror that was opposite of the small hospital room and flinched at the sight of her hair. Her damp hair stuck to her head on one side while other was sticking in all different directions. She knew the Media was going to have a field day with this; they just couldn't help themselves. Leona sighed, peeling her eyes away from the jagged girl in the mirror and back towords Jace.

Jace eyes seems to be studing the girl infront on him. he seemed to be taking her in; like there was a test about her face and he just had to study for it. "I was so worried" Leona said resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm fine now that you're here" Jace laughed, winking at Leona. Now it was Leona's turn to blush. "Jace--"

"come lay with me" jace asked, his voice low and hoarse. Leona shook her head no. "you're hurt." Leona said, concern written on her face. Jace shrugged, groaning in pain. "just be gentle." Leona eyed Jace, waiting for him to start laughing because he couldn't be serious.

Leona sighed when Jace's face stayed straight and almost emotionless as he stared at her with his sky blue eyes. Eyes that seems to be growing hazier and low by the second. Leona cleared her throat before slowly getting into the small one person bed. The bed was so small that she practically had to lay on top of him, their face so close that their lips almost touched.

"I told my dad about your parents. he said you can come live with us for now on." leona regretted her words the second Jace stiffened beneath her. Jace groaned as he shifted to a more comfortable position. Leona, thinking she was hurting him, tried to jump down from the bed but before she could jace snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. "you smell good." Jace said, he shoved his nose into her neck and took a beep breath. He was so close that his hot breath tickled her neck when he breathed out making her body become hot with desire.

Leona shook the though away. "Um thanks..." she cleared her throat. "It was wash day." Jace chuckled placing a kiss on her neck before pulling away which she was thankful for. Leona let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding before willing herself to stay calm and focus on Jace.

"You're acting strange J." Leona said, laying her head next to his on his pillow behind them. Jace shrugged "I think I'm done being afraid Lee"

"you'll never have to be afraid again Jace. My family will take care of you, I will take care of you for now on." Leona reasurred. For the first time in her life she understood her brother. The need to protect, to defend flooded her veins. No one was going to hurt them ever again.

Jace looked to be in deep thought, his lips curled downwords in a deep frown. Leona flinched when Jace eyes snapped towords hers. They were dark almost crazyed looking. "You are mine and I am yours" He stated. cupping my cheek with his good hand as his thumb traced my lips. "say it." He demanded. My mouth opened but no words spilled out. "I need to hear you say it" Jace said pulling her face closer; which she didn't think was possible. their lips so close they were almost touching

Jace has never given Leona a reason to fear him; but for some reason she still felt like she was signing a deal with the devil. "I am yours and you are mine." she repeated. Jace smiled a dazed looked in his eyes. Their lips connected in a slow heated kiss. "always and forever." Jace promised.

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Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: Episodes 5 & 6

I am watching the new episodes as I am typing this, so I will share some thoughts of mine that came during my viewing!

Spoilers!

Episode 05 -- Dad Beat Dad

Okay, first off, Niffty needs a handler. Thank you, Angel! Next, Lucifer and Lilith split? As in...divorced? ...Huh... Did it happen 7 seven years ago too?

So, Lucifer (voiced by Jeremy Jordan, who voiced Varian from the Tangled series) turns out to be just an awkward short king with a dash of depression. Literarily. And he makes/collects rubber duckies as a coping mechanism...I mean, there are worse coping mechanisms.

Clearly, Lucifer loves both Lilith and Charlie with all his heart.

Wait, he had no idea about Charlie's idea for the hotel?!

Lucifer is reminding me so much of Spirit Albarn from Soul Eater, just without the whole womanizer thing. He did not want to pass up a chance to spend time with his daughter.

Um...Al? Buddy? You okay? Why are you sneering at the king of Hell?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Razzle and Dazzle!!!!

Damn, Lu-Lu! You don't know Alastor? Either Lucifer really doesn't give a shit about the Overlords or he has been reallly out of it.

Seriously, what the hell is going on between Lucifer and Alastor? Like...Alastor is so damn hostile that he straight told the king of Hell to fuck himself. That type of language is what Al typically reserved for individuals he scathingly despises and, up til now, it was solely Vox.

Does it have anything to do with Lilith?

Is Lucifer feeling threatened that Alastor has taken over the father figure role in Charlie's life?

There have been so much unexpected twists and I love it!

And it's not even the halfway point yet!

Wait...is this why the episode is called Dad Beat Dad. It's freakin' Alastor and Lucifer duking it out.

Mimzy!!!! What is happening?!

Oh! So, Mimzy and Alastor did know each other in life!

"Big talk for someone who's also on a leash." -- Husk to Alastor.

...What?

Nevermind that now, yes! Go feral Alastor!

Aww...Lucifer just wants to protect his daughter...

This ballad is so damn beautiful...

And...Vaggie? Is it because you're a sinner or are the fallen angel theories true?

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Episode 06 -- Welcome to Heaven

Hotel walls can't seem to take a break, lol.

And, hey hey! It's Cherri! And yes! She has an Australian accent! At least, I think its Australian. You'd think watching three seasons of Bluey (on loop, courtesy of my niece) would have me pick up the accent.

Heaven does seem alright. It kinda what I figured it be.

Emily is just precious!!

And I saw Molly, y'all! Angel's sister!!!

Wait...so, only the exorcists have knowledge of Hell's yearly extermination? ...Is it to prevent an uprising in Heaven too. I mean, there could be some residents who don't agree with this.

Sera is in a higher rank than Adam, I wager?

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Vaggie was an exorcist! Holy shit!!!

God, I hate Adam and Lute.

And Angel...this is the reason why you are best boi. And that's why Valentino wanted Angel to stay at the studio, because of the contract.

Jesus, Niffty is just plain unhinged!

Awwww...Cherri and Angel are still buddies! I was honestly gonna worry that the whole Angel staying at the hotel was gonna sour it. So glad it didn't.

Soooo...Vaggie's secrets out and Sera stubbornly says that there are no redeemable souls in Hell.

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I hope that Charlie and Vaggie will have a talk about that revelation and I wonder what does it really take to get into Heaven since (apparently) no one knows.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin hotel angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin vaggie

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f1-stuff · 20 days

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harem...

I knew rissa would want that one asfdhfgsh (here's the previous snippet of this fic that I shared last year). And below the cut is another little 650-word drabble.

(Warnings for the sort of insensitive language you'd expect from royalty about a bed servant? I guess? 😅 As well as my limited Spanish knowledge - anything written in Spanish is meant to signify that Charles doesn't know what it means)

The prince trains often and hard, nearly every day of the week, practicing his swordsmanship with his cousin or his instructor, Rupert. Sometimes, even the king, though much more rarely. Charles always accompanies him to these training sessions, prepared with facecloths for him to wipe away perspiration and water to keep him cool. The prince sometimes thanks him, smiling in gratitude or, on rare occasions, adding a wink that inspires Charles to blush.

He often...overhears things. It’s a consequence of (almost) always being in the prince’s company, along with his curious nature not allowing him to shut off his ears. Especially not when Charles is the topic of conversation.

“Have you had a taste, then?” the prince’s cousin, Duke of ____, asks him one day. ‘Gusto’ - it’s the same word in Italian.

“Taste?” The prince asks.

“Of the boy?”

Charles flushes, despite his best efforts, focusing harder on the ground at his feet to feign unawareness. It’s possible they aren’t referring to him...

“‘The boy’ can hear you, tío,” the prince says. So much for that theory.

“You are evading the question,” the duke says, and Charles can hear the teasing note in his voice, but doesn’t dare look up to confirm. “I don’t understand you, cousin. You are gifted a lovely creature like that, a bed servant trained for a king, and you consign him to the role of a glorified assistant.”

The prince doesn’t respond, but Charles can see him practicing his swings and stances from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t have to work hard to imagine the impatient frown on the prince’s face. He’s seen it enough times while he responds to tedious letters at his desk in the late hours of the night.

“Is it because he’s un gabacho?” the duke asks, and the prince only huffs in response.

Charles doesn’t know the word, but he’s heard it applied to him before. He wishes he could talk to Valeria, continue their Spanish lessons or even just spend time in each other’s company the way they used to. He misses her, perhaps his only true ally in this place. He’s convinced he has her to thank for the prince’s decision to reassign him. Otherwise, he might’ve ended up in the kitchens or stables, or worse, cast out of the palace completely, condemned to a life as a beggar or in a brothel, without any other skills to make a living.

“I’m not amused by this topic,” the prince says, his tone bored.

“I am,” the duke says, laughing. “Come now, cousin. Do you not agree that he’s at least pleasing to look at?”

“I’m bored of this, Caco. I’ve told you to leave it.” The prince’s voice is hard now, annoyance lacing his words. Charles glances up long enough to see the duke raise his hands in surrender.

“I’m only curious, cousin. But I’ll leave it. For now,” he adds, a smirk in his voice. But then his tone grows more serious. “But know that I am not the only one with such questions. If you continue to show indifference toward the boy, you might find others are tempted where you are not.”

“What does that mean?” the prince asks, in a dangerous tone.

“I think you know,” the duke says. “No one would dare insult you by laying a hand on a bed servant of the Crown Prince. But he’s not your bed servant, is he?” There’s a beat of silence that feels loud, heavy. Then, the duke continues, “A creature like that will not stay unsullied for long, cousin.”

Silence again, then the prince says, “I do not care where the tontos in this palace stick their pollas.”

“Your words say one thing, but your face says another, my friend.” The duke doesn’t give the prince a chance to respond, though. “Come on, cabrón. Let us cease talking and begin swinging.”

“Finally,” the prince says, but he sounds far less enthusiastic now than at the start of their session.

WIP Wednesday

#I’ve since changed isa’s character to be an ofc named ‘Valeria’ lol #I should know better than to ever put real wags in a fic 😅#vegasgrandprix #ask game #rpf #wip wednesday #charlos #royal harem au

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I understand why the ending is so controversial. But people are picking sides now, about who is the better one of them both, you have to realise that it's not Aziraphale or Crowley. It's always Aziraphale and Crowley.

I've just read some people making Crowley the bad guy for asking Aziraphale to come to Alpha Centauri with him and also kissing him like that. If anything Crowley ever was, he was hopeful. Not selfish. He always was a person of hope especially in the case of Aziraphale and himself. And when he saw both the Dukes of Heaven and Hell, Gabriel and Beelzebub do exactly that, his feelings of hope only intensified. He wanted to get away from all this and simply go off together. He didn't want to simply run away to another planet because both Heaven and Hell are at their throats but it's because he really wanted a future for him and Aziraphale, a future where they didn't have to keep up appearances by not talking to each other and pretending they are arch enemies or whatever load of crap that is while being bone deep in love.

And that kiss. They've both known each other since the beginning of Everything, have collaborated for various things and even saved the World once, so of course Aziraphale loved him too.. right? This was Crowley before the conversation ever happened but after it did, he realises that.. no? Aziraphale is not ready for a future with just them, he's ready to give them up for the sake of doing good and being the supreme arch angel. But of course Crowley noticed the pining and pained looks that Aziraphale kept giving him from a Very long time. And that kiss, was the only chance he's ever going to get to express how he truly feels about them. Crowley thought he will maybe test the waters or look at it like his final one, we'll never know. But this was the first and possibly the last time he gets to kiss his angel, so he took the chance.

I'm surprised people are still trying to find fault in his actions and intentions after my poor boy has been through so much and has always remained so strong. Crowley is resilient and he is so so so in love.

#good omens spoilers #good omens #good omens season 2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers #gos2 #good omens season 2 #good omens s2 #good omens my beloved #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #azicrow #aziracrow #ineffable husbands my beloved #ineffable husbands #go s2 #go s2 spoilers

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OH OH WHAT ABOUT THIS ATREBODA AU I JUST CAME UP WITH because i'm currently listening to both delightful and brooding classical music. these strings are making me feel things. (bars 🔥)

victorian era england, a son of a working class man (kratos is either a blacksmith in this or does manual labor), walking in a park with his two dogs (speki and svanna! <3). he is there with his sketch book, the park is where he can find inspiration & draw in peace. suddenly he comes across a shiny pearl necklace. someone has lost this, but who could it be? he looks around and sees a young lady, a worried expression etched on her face. she is pretty, has her hair tied up, a fan in her hand, wearing a beautiful gown with bows and, by jove, pearl accessories! that must be hers!

or so atreus thinks. he has never talked to anyone of the aristocracy before, let alone be in the presence of them! but he works up the courage to ask her about the necklace in his hand. it's now or never. "e-excuse me, my lady... is this yours by any chance?"

she looks up, relief washing over her. "yes, it is! oh thank you so much for finding it! i thought i was done for..." it's a prized posession, the set angrboda has on is her mother's. she would have been heartbroken if she had truly lost it, but thnkfully there's a hero around. a lanky and akward hero, but that's not important. she then asks him to help her put the necklace on, which atreus does with shaky hands and shallow breathing (he tried desperately to hide his nervousness. but it worked!).

angrboda notices the sketchbook atreus has. she reveals that she loves to draw as well, she does it often in her free time! atreus feels happy to have find someone who shares the same interests as him, and they both sit on the bench. they talked to each other for a long time, quite animatedly too.

there's no evil stepmother in this story. there is, however, a bitter and misguided grandmother. gryla wonders where the girl has gone off to now. it is time for her singing lessons and preparations for the banquet. but she spots angrboda talking to a mere lower class boy. what is this girl doing? speaking/associating with the common folk? why is she adamant in becoming a laughing stock, like her mother was? her mother's union to her father shook the aristocratic world. it was only a miracle that gryla has gotten a second chance with angrboda. there is no way she will let her tarnish the family name. gryla must set up suitors for her, dukes, earls, barons, whoever it must be! all so she can forget all about that boy and not ruin her chance (even though she's in the wrong. very much so.)

DUN DUN DUUUUNN. TO BE CONTINUED. MAYBE.

PLEASE. ONTINEU THIS ANAON WDYDUUJHHHHGGGGG

#WHATS WRONG WITH YOU.#JUST MAKE A FANFIC ALREADY 💔💔💔💔💔💔#VICTORIAN ERA ATREBODA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#atreus #angrboda #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gowr #gow #gow ragnarok #asks #Atreboda #EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS #Headcanon #GOW victorian AU

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reijixia13 · 2 years

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Who Made Me A Princess x Reader Scenerio

“First Meeting” p1

Characters include Ijiekiel Alpheus, Claude De Alger Obelia, And Lucas.

Extra characters: Athanasia, Lily, Felix, Maids, Random parents.

Next part will include other boys hihi

Ijiekiel Alpheus

Let's just say you know Athanasia from the past, You both work together at anything and everywhere just to pay up taxes. Unlike her, You Still had the chance to grow up with a Guardian but as you reach adulthood, they died from a sickness.

As time past by, You were growing weak and had to check it out on the doctor, Finding out something's tryna kill you (ok this is trash, i absolutely don't know any sickness that can kill you).

So to summarize, Yes it did kill you.

Now for some random reason, You wake up to a new world with Athanasia by yourside.

You both are looking at one another like (๑ŐдŐ)b d(ŐдŐ๑) <-------

“WHAT HAPPEND TO YOU?!” by telepathy

Yours and Athanasia's nanny Lilian York has explain everything about this one shit history book

Now that we summarize that, Lets get how you knew a white puppy

Now Don't get me wrong- You and Athy we're 7 at the time, Extremely new to the Palace environment of the person Athanasia said that's gonna kill her in her 18 year old teenage life

Athanasia didn't agree to have a Playmate when Duke Alpheus asked if the two of you we're lonely but she was reasing she has Claude a killing Tryant, Felix her favorite and ofcourse You♡

But you, Damn you are hellaa ✨diffrent✨

I mean for 7 years Athy was trying to explain to you how to survive but you- You love ✨trouble✨ so Despite Claude disagreeing and Athy chocking on cakes after you announced you wanna play with Duke Alpheus Son and Niece, Being a Daddy's girl such like claude can get you a way better playmate than a barking dog

Anyways

You met a walking puppy at the Alpheus manor while being lost- You we're so close to telling this to Claude, cause who the hell leaves you? Absolutely no one should. Your ✨Important✨

When you met the puppy, You called out “Puppy!” with actual beams around you, a halo even

He was quite confused so he came to aid you, Only to be shock on how you acted

“Puppy, Paw” with a hand for a shake, He can only embarrassly obey before he heard his father.

“Ha, Your Highness you shouldn't run off-”

“Please stop barking, Im talking to a puppy so shoo”

Yeah you slay💅

Lucas

This is my second attempt, the other one wasn't saved and it was gone lol im crying-

Anyways

Im gonna summarize everything cause im lazy now

Your Anathancius Daughter from his made, Your mother is the Daughter of the Marquise, Anathancius was killed without him knowing your existance, Your mother begging Claude to take care of you in the future and not to kill you, Claude fell inlove when you were birthed and when your mother died he took you in as his own.

You were 2 at the time when a love between Dianna and Claude occured

You guys look like family ngl so im jealous

When things gone hill, after Athy was born you had to beg Claude not to kill Athy with Lily

At some point he was gonna point a sword at you but you had something in you so you took a larger sword

Yeah ngl you were ready to fight him so Felix has to stop you

Time skip you were 7 when you met a 5 year old Athy and became actual besties💅

So when she went into coma, You were the one who keep everything in place from the place to her manas

Then this guy showed up saying his a powerful wizard and saying he knows how to cure Athy

He was almost killed by Claude because he disturb your tea time together to have peace from worrying

He told claude something and Claude went to kill out Athy's pet which you know she'll be upset if she heard it died lol

When Athy woke up, She keep ranting to you about this random dud and you can't help but agree

The next day Lucas showed up and was declared to be their playmate

Ofcourse Athy has to irritate him saying Ijiekiel is better than him making him send her right where Athy wants to be (Athy didn't want to)

You smacked his head

“OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

“FOR BEING AN IDIOT, HOW COULD YOU SENT ATHY THERE- YOU KNOW WHAT IM OUT TO HAVE A MEETING WITH ALPHEUS ANYWAYS BYE”

It was love at ✨first smack✨ from ✨stupidity✨

Claude De Alger Obelia

Ngl his hot af

Anyways

Let's just say you were falling off the sky because i wanna isekai you

He was having one peaceful afternoon in his gold palace while you were in the sky praying for life

He just happend to see a shadow at the ground so alert, He look up before down, I feel like he saw something- But still he tried to catch you which he did

You had a stare with him

‘OMFG A GOD JSJDKEJJEORHDJWI IS THIS HEAVEN OR HELL? CAUSE IM SURE ILL BE SLIDING FROM UP TO DOWN’

His just looking at you and your weird clothes

You are containing yourself from having a nosebleed

In the end you just did

For some unknown reason Claude is a gentleman for you hihi

He asked the maids to prepare a room, Ask a physician to heal you

And that's all for now lol

Hope u guys like it, i know its short I have longer thoughts but lazy to even write it. And beside on Lucas part it was supposed to be longer and funnier but i keep forgetting this aint wattpad this is some new app im new on and i almost cry for lucas part ngl next part for other character btw

#manhwa x reader #manhwa #x reader #who made me a princess #wmmap claude #wmmap athanasia #wmmap lucas #wmmap ijekiel #wmmap #reijixia13 #scenario

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Gentleman*

Summary: As Gracie becomes closer with Harry, she realizes she made a mistake by rejecting him before.

Word count: 7.9k

Tropes: Friends to Lovers

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT! Jealousy, slight exhibitionism kink, kind of cheating I guess? Not really

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST ONE SHOT EVER SO PLS BE NICE. This entire one shot is based on a daydream I had once of a guy I liked coming into the cafe I work at, so I worked this around it. Hope ya like it! Also this wasn't proof read, lol. I'll go over it some time soon.

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It hadn't been easy for Gracie; juggling work, school and a social life. But, she had managed it so far. Sure, the social part was a bit neglected at times, but that would usually be made up for with a very drunken night and a killer hangover.

College had begun again, and Gracie was ready to start off her last year right. The kick-off class found place in the biggest classroom on campus, providing enough space for all last year students to sit there.

As Gracie walked in there, her eyes immediately started scanning the room and soon enough she found her best friend, Marina, sitting in the third front row with her boyfriend Duke. She waved at them, slightly disappointed at the sight of him next to her, and made her way over to the couple.

Marina had been Gracie's friend since first year, where they'd met during orientation week. Ever since then, they had been the best of friends. Marina really helped her come out of her shell when it came to boys, mainly because she was so educated about the subject herself. She had always been grateful for the confidence her best friend had fueled in her.

Gracie liked Duke too, he wasn't mean or anything, but he was just always... there. Sometimes she really missed being solely with her best friend, even though it sounded a bit selfish.

"Hey!" Marina greeted happily.

"Hi." Gracie responded with a smile. "All moved in yet?"

Marina and Duke had been together for exactly two years now, and Marina really wanted to get an apartment together since the first month. Luckily, Gracie managed to convince her to wait some time at least, and after the honeymoon phase was over, her natural sense kicked back in and did the job for Gracie instead

Recently the idea had started to resurface and they'd made it a reality. Gracie was surprised to see how invested Duke was. He'd found a lovely place with lots of light, just ten minutes. He had also been driving Marina around to find the perfect furniture.

"Absolutely! We found this table that–" Marina suddenly stopped in her words, leaving her mouth open as she eyed something by the door. "Holy shit..."

When Gracie turned around to see what she was gawking at, her own eyes widened automatically.

In walked Harry Styles, a very beloved and notorious guy at the university. He was known for getting with a lot of people, and it was even rumored that professors were included in that list too. Gracie couldn’t blame them, Harry was stupidly hot and on top of that very charming. Nonetheless, she was glad to never have been a target of him and his flirty antics. In fact, she'd always done her very best to avoid any chance of that happening.

Gracie did have to admit, though, that when she saw him walking in with shoulder length hair, she secretly questioned all the choices she had ever made on the aspect that concerned him.

Of course she had known that he had been growing his hair out (Marina could not stop talking about it) but it this was great difference from before the summer. He was also wearing a pink dress shirt with white polka dots on it, paired with black jeans and Chelsea boots. It was surprising to see him dressed in such bright colors, it was very unlike the neutrals he had been wearing before.

Gracie realized that she'd been staring a little too long when his eyes suddenly landed hers, causing blood to rush to her cheeks in no time. She averted her gaze, covering up her embarrassment by looking the other way and scratching her neck.

"He looks hot, doesn't he?" Marina softly said, earning a tired glare from Duke. She smiled at her boyfriend and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Not as handsome as you of course! I was just saying it for Gracie."

Gracie turned away from the couple and their annoying PDA, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. If only Duke knew that her girlfriend had slept with Harry just a few weeks before they got together. But, he was never going to know because Gracie would never tell and Harry had probably already forgotten about it.

Suddenly, Gracie felt a presence on her left, and when she looked up she spotted Harry of all people standing there with a playful smirk on his face.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked innocently.

Gracie pursed her lips and shook her head, gesturing for him to sit down. She let out a small sigh, cursing herself for forgetting about social cues and now having created this awkward situation for herself.

The boy sat down, and the smell of his perfume instantly reached Gracie's nose. He smelled of tobacco and vanilla, and a hint of mint that stemmed from the chewing gum in his mouth.

The lights dimmed, causing everyone to stop talking, and the chancellor started welcoming everyone with a big smile on his face.

"I'm Harry." He had felt the need to lean over towards her ear and introduce himself.

"I'm trying to listen." Gracie responded, attempting to be as stern as she could be, but she wasn't very good at it.

Harry didn't say anything, only a breathy chuckle left his mouth before he leaned back into his seat. He listened to Gracie and kept his mouth shut the entire time, but she still felt his eyes burning on her the entire time. Gracie brushed it off, taking notes about deadlines and turning away as much as possible from Harry, without being confronted with the stare of her best friend.

The kick-off didn't take long, it was not more than thirty minutes, so the lights went back on pretty quickly. And when they did, it was like a timer went off inside of Harry.

"Can I talk again, miss?" He asked playfully, causing Gracie to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, you're dismissed." She murmured, putting her notebook in her bag. It was like he took the hint, because he got up and left without another word exchanged to her.

Gracie felt a bit bad, but having to talk to Harry Styles was a bit too nerve racking to keep up for too long. He intimidated her, but she didn't want him to know so the next best thing was to scare him away.

She bid her goodbyes to Marina and Duke, who both had to rush to another class, and made her way to the vending machine to get a coke. She sighed at the sight of a queue, but she really needed the drink so she joined it anyway.

When it was finally Gracie's turn, she went to grab her wallet from her bag, but couldn't seem to find it. After frantically searching and hearing an impatient huff from the person behind her, she hung her head in defeat. That was until she heard beeping coming from the vending machine, and smelled that tobacco and vanilla smell from before next to her.

"Coke?" Harry casually asked, not even bothering to look back at her.

"You don't have to–" She began, but he interrupted her by turning around and staring into her soul.

"Yes or no?"

Gracie silently nodded, swallowing at the look he was giving her. It made her palms sweat and her eyes stay wide open. He selected the drink and soon enough, he handed it to her.

"Thanks." She gave him a half-smile, before turning around and walking away to her next class. What she didn't expect is having Harry walking next to her in just under three seconds.

"What are you doing?" She asked, opening the can.

"Going to class." His features were relaxed, he even had his hands in his pockets. He was acting stupid, and Gracie couldn't help but chuckle at the confidence that this man carried within himself. "Why?"

"No reason." She peeped, taking a sip from her cola.

"Your name is Graciela, right?" He began the conversation.

"Did I tell you that?" She genuinely wondered, not remembering giving him her name.

"Your notebook did." Harry explained. Gracie's mouth shaped into an O form, embarrassed as the realization hit her.

"Right..." She awkwardly laughed.

"So, Graciela, why don't you like me?"

The comment took her by surprise, she didn't expect Harry to get to the point of this conversation so quickly. She could feel her heart beat speed up a bit.

"It's not that I don't like you, I'm just saving you time." She answered, strolling over the pavement. Harry raised his brows in intrigue.

"You're saving me time, huh? What could you possibly mean?" He teased, making her laugh too.

"You know what I mean." Gracie looked him in the eyes, and he simply shrugged, keeping up the facade. "I'm sure there's loads of girls who are more worthy of your time."

"Yeah? And who decides that?" He questioned, getting a little bit closer as they neared the building.

"I'm just saying... I know about your way with women, and I wouldn't want you to waste your time on someone who isn't interested." She tilted her head, hoping her sentence would make a bit sense.

A long silence crashed over the two of them, and Gracie got very nervous, hoping she didn't hurt his feelings or misinterpreted any aspects of his attitude towards her. But then, he finally spoke.

"Okay."

Okay?

Gracie stopped right in front of the door, frowning at Harry. What in heavens name did that mean, okay?

"Okay..." She dragged out, hoping there would be any kind of reaction from him from which she could lead what the hell he meant by that stupid, vague word. But there wasn’t. His face was as neutral as it was before and thus made it impossible to read a real meaning behind it.

They slowly made their way to class, where Harry was stopped to chat with a few friends. Gracie decided to keep on walking and just take a seat in the back to give herself some space to forget this weird interaction with the college's notorious player.

She took out her notebook and started to write down some preparatory things on paper already, when the chair beside her creaked.

Harry was now sitting next to her, slouched in his seat, with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"So, you think I'm a slut huh?"

The furrowed eyebrows and disastrous look on Gracie's face made clear that that was the last thing she thought would come out of his mouth.

"That is not what I said!"

"It's fine, I've decided we're friends now, so you can tell me the truth." He casually explained. "So, am I right? Do you think I'm a man-whore?"

"You've decided we're friends now?" Gracie repeated his words, to which he casually nodded.

"Don't avoid the question." When she didn't answer with anything but a big sigh, Harry's smile only grew. "Ah, it's true. You think of me as a cheap tramp."

"I do not think of you as a cheap tramp!" She giggled at his stupidity. "I've only heard you've gone out with many people, that's all."

Harry was about to say something, but then the professor started talking and the classroom went silent. He pretended to pay attention for half a minute, and leaned over to Gracie while she was actually listening to the lecture.

"I'll have you know that I'm a perfect gentleman, Graciela." He whispered in her ear.

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When Harry claimed that he now considered Gracie a friend, she didn't think he'd be serious, but he was. He searched for her in every lecture they had together, and he had spent his time annoying her while she tried to hold in her laughter the entire week.

Gracie had tried to resist letting Harry in, but utterly failed ever since the first time he visited her work.

It was a late Saturday morning—around eleven—when he came in with a blonde petite girl. Gracie did remember Harry saying that he had scheduled a busy weekend, and the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows filled in the blanks that he left open for interpretation. However, a cute coffee date wasn't exactly the first idea that came to Gracie's mind, she imagined more... nightly activities keeping him entertained over the weekend.

It was hard to admit it to herself, but the image of his smile flew through her mind all the way to work. She just didn’t think she’d get to see it so soon.

"Crap." Gracie muttered to herself, looking at the teaspoons she accidentally dropped onto the ground. Leaning down, she started collecting them, when her boss notified her of there being some people at the cash register.

When she got back up, she found herself standing face to face with Harry, and what Gracie assumed to be his date. Her eyes widened for a second, before her brain reminded her to play it cool. She didn't miss the look of surprise on Harry's face that he quickly masqueraded with a clearing of his throat.

"Good evening, what can I get you?" Gracie put on her customer service voice. She noticed that he looked a bit tired, the bags under his eyes were a bit prominent, and his long hair was solely pushed back by sunglasses. The blue blouse he was wearing was a bit wrinkled, so Gracie suspected he'd been wearing it the night before already and didn't have time to change.

The girl, on the other hand, looked a bit more put together. Her hair seemed freshly straightened and Gracie could smell her sweet perfume from behind the counter. Concluding that they must've stayed at her place, Gracie knew that she was witnessing the beginning of the end of a hook-up.

Harry turned to the girl, who shot Gracie a strained smile before voicing her order.

"I'll have a vanilla chai with soy milk, please."

"I'm so sorry, we don't have flavors, but I could add some brown sugar syrup if you'd like? And we also don't have soy but we do have oat or pea milk." Gracie explained as kindly as she could.

A lot of people didn't know that the cafe was a specialty coffee bar, and thus didn't have flavors. They also didn't use soy milk, her bosses had boycotted it.

"Fine." The girl huffed. Gracie's hands automatically started to become sweaty with frustration, but she ignored it.

"Would you rather have oat milk or pea milk?" Gracie asked, looking at the girl after selecting the chai latte in the cash register.

"Oat."

"Okay, great!" Gracie smiled kindly at the girl, but she kind of ignored her.

"Uhm..." Harry's confused eyes shifted from his date to Gracie, giving her a slight smile of empathy. "I'll have a flat white."

Gracie bit her lip in order to contain her smile. "Sure. Would you like to pay now or later?"

Their eyes met again, and it took Harry a few seconds before he realized that he needed to respond to that. "L-later."

"Alright, we'll bring it to your table."

With that, the pair turned around to find seats. Harry quickly looked back, giving Gracie a terrified expression that caused her to snicker and slap her hand over her mouth.

Harry and his date took a seat by a long table against the window that looked out on the busy street. Gracie couldn't help herself from glancing over there every so often, telling herself it was just because she needed to watch the entrance. After she'd finished making the drinks, she refused her colleague's offer to bring it, telling him she'd do it herself.

"... like why would she say that, right?" Was the only thing Gracie caught from the conversation before she interrupted it by putting the drinks on the table.

"One flat white and an oat chai latte with sugar syrup. Enjoy!" She announced before moving to the seat next to them, where a family had just left a whole bunch of dishes.

Gracie wasn't eavesdropping, she told herself. She just happened to be close enough to hear the conversation.

"But yeah, no that's crazy." Harry said in a rather bored tone that he was trying very hard to hide by overcompensating.

"I know right!" The girl giggled. "Hey, do you want to taste my chai? It's like the exact amount of sweet."

Harry didn't like sweet drinks a lot. Gracie had found that out when she tried to buy a coke for him to pay him back, but he refused because regular coke was too sweet for him. For some reason, he had this obsession with sparkling water, so that's what she'd been buying him ever since.

Gracie folded her lips inwards, closing her eyes as she heard him sipping at the drink and praying for him not to die inside.

But he did, he did die inside when he tasted the – to him – crazy amount of sugar. He seriously wondered if one couldn't actually get a heart attack from something this sweet.

A strained cough left his mouth, and Gracie snorted at the sound, knowing Harry would absolutely hate the taste of the drink. She heard the girl's chair shift, so she quickly grabbed the dishes and speed walked back to the bar.

After having loaded the dishwasher, she went to prepare some pastries that had been ordered, secretly looking at in the window's direction in the mean time. Gracie noticed Harry's date walking towards the bar, and shot her a polite smile.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"In the back left corner." She pointed towards the sign that said 'toilets'. The girl didn't say anything before she strolled away.

"You're welcome." Gracie muttered under her breath, looking around the cafe and spotting Harry already staring at her. He raised his eyebrows, and she tilted her head with a sympathetic frown, to which he rolled his eyes again.

Before she could even understand why she was doing it, Gracie was filling a glass with some ice cubes and grabbing a bottle of sparkling water. After taking off the cap from the glass bottle, she swiftly made her way over to the table by the window, putting the drink down in front of her friend.

"Thought you might need it after having to taste that chai." She said. Harry looked up at her, a weird tingle floating throughout his body as he looked at her and sweet smile. It was one of the few sweet things he fully enjoyed.

"Thanks." His voice was raspy and a bit unsure, but he was physically unable to take his eyes off of her. She brushed it off with a shrug and returned to her job, and like clockwork his date came walking back.

Harry had met Samantha at a party, the weekend before the last first day of uni. He'd forgotten all about her if he was being really honest, but the night after Graciela had rejected him, she hit him up.

She attended a different University so she could only meet him on Friday. He went to her place, because she didn't want to drive all the way to his, and then he accidentally fell asleep there, only to be woken up by her suggesting they get coffee together.

The last thing he'd imagined was to run into Graciela, but he couldn't say he was disappointed that he did.

"Ugh, there were like two people in front of me. Remind me to never return to this place, I mean, what kind of coffee place doesn't have flavors– hey, where'd you get that sparkling water?" Samantha started yammering the second she came back from the bathroom and sat next to him. Harry couldn't bring himself to listen though, he wasn't even sure what exactly she was talking about. Instead, he was a bit too focused on the barista who was concentrating on pouring the milk into the coffee.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" He cocked his head to Samantha, suddenly feeling very much like a dick when he saw her confused face. She turned around in her seat, trying to get a look at whatever Harry was staring at, and her confusion had switched to anger once she turned back to him.

"Seriously? We're on a date and you're checking out the waitress? Fucking asshole." Samantha gritted the insult through her teeth, grabbing her bag and phone from the table before storming out of the café.

Harry knew that he should probably have gone after her and try to apologize, but he didn't have the strength in him to get up. So, he poured the entirety of the sparkling water in his glass before stacking the empty dishes and moving himself towards the bar.

Gracie had seen the date's sudden exit, and she tilted her head at Harry once he arrived with the empty cups and half-empty chai latte.

"Everything okay?" Gracie questioned, taking the dishes out of his hands. She frowned a bit as she watched him take a couple of seconds before finally responding to her, he seemed a little out of it.

"What? Oh, yeah, totally. Just.. a family emergency, that's all." He stammered out the words like he was making them up right on the spot. He stared at his glass for a moment before downing his sparkling water in an impressive amount of time. He put it on Gracie's side of the bar and ignored how she was looking at him; like he had two heads.

"I'm gonna go… do stuff. Bye."

Gracie did not even have time to react to his awkward goodbye, but she realized the moment Harry shot her one last smile before leaving the café, that this friendship could become a problem in the future.

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*1 month later*

For the first time in a long time, Harry thoroughly enjoyed someone else's company. He preferred being with Gracie any day over spending time with any of his other friends.

Harry had heard her and clear when she said she wasn't interested. Now, he didn't exactly believe her, because he noticed how reactive her body was to him and only him, but he respected her word and did not go any further.

Sure, he thought about it, but not too often. He had tried making her off limits in his head, but the fantasies only got worse. So instead, he settled on a nice middle ground. Right now they were just friends, nothing more than friends. Who'd flirt occasionally, of course.

At first it was mainly Harry who'd say questionable things or accidentally got a little too close, but once Gracie started to feel more comfortable around him, she returned the favor more than him.

Now, Gracie had a problem.

She had developed a crush on Harry. It started the day he came into the café with that date of his, and it was only getting worse with each day. Nevertheless she couldn't bring herself to stop hanging out with him. Despite having romantic feelings, Harry had genuinely become a good friend to her, and she didn't want to let that go.

She felt stupid for saying she wasn't interested, but she knew that if she hadn't, they wouldn't even acknowledge each other now. She much preferred being close to him, in any way possible.

Marina had marveled at the friendship between the two, and warned her friend countless of times, while also demanding all details. She did give Gracie a big 'I told you so' when she confessed her feelings for Harry, but it didn't stop her from being a great friend.

Especially when there were chances to get over this crush.

"I don't know.." Gracie dug her head into the pillow. She was laying on Duke and Marina's bed, while Marina was pacing around the room, stocking some laundry into her closet.

One of Harry's friends, Kenny, has asked Gracie to come to the birthday party of Lucas (another friend of Harry's) with him. She told him she needed to check her schedule and that she would call him back as soon as she knew, but Gracie wasn't sure whether to go or not. However, Marina's opinion was clear.

"You know what they say. The best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else. It's the first step to recovery, babe!" Marina exclaimed, closing the closet door and going to sit next to Gracie on the bed.

"I know, but–“

"No! No buts! You can't wait around for him to be interested in you again. And if he is, who's to say that he will commit? I mean, this is Harry we're talking about." Marina's words hit Gracie like a good old slap in the face. It was evident that she realized how hard the words had hit too, so she softened the blow by adding some assuring words.

"I promise I don't want to hurt your feelings, I just don't want you to allow him to hurt your feelings, okay?" She caressed her best friends upper arm softly with an assuring smile on her face. Gracie returned the smile, taking a bit of time to think about the facts that Marina had laid on the table just now.

"You're right, I'll do it."

A high pitched squeal left Marina's mouth as soon as the last word rolled over her tongue, and she automatically shut her eyes very tightly at the sound.

The next few hours consisted of Marina helping Gracie get ready for the party. They drove to Gracie's apartment, picked out an outfit and got her ready in every way possible. Marina provided her best friend with positive affirmations to remember if she got nervous at any time, and kept reminding her how cool and hot she looked.

By the time nine o'clock came around, Gracie was alone again, waiting for Kenny to pick her up. He was only five minutes late, for which he apologized and explained that he accidentally filled out the wrong address. They laughed it off and Gracie sparked up a conversation about music which made them discover that they had similar taste.

Lucas was apparently a filthy rich guy who'd graduated years ago and was now celebrating his 25th birthday party as extravagantly as he could.

Gracie was thankful for the way she looked tonight, noticing that lucky enough, her maroon dress was just right for the occasion. It was nothing extremely fancy, just a red mini dress with long, flared sleeves and a higher boat neckline. With a few necklaces and some Chelsea boots, it made for a perfect outfit that carried a balance between sophisticated and sexy.

"Want a drink?" Kenny asked, and Gracie nodded. He extended his hand, which she took, and they made their way to the bar. Surprisingly enough, they immediately ran into Harry and his date. Gracie had hoped that she could put that off for at least a bit, but it turned out she was just going to be thrown right into it.

Harry didn't expect to see Gracie at the party, which was logical because she wasn't acquainted with Lucas. He didn't like that she hadn't told him, though, and he most definitely didn't like that she was with Kenny of all people. He had been talking about wanting to go out with Gracie for a while now and Harry had managed to put it off with as many excuses as he could come up with, but he was out of reasons to give Kenny.

"Did you come here together?" Harry asked with a fake smile, clenching his jaw when they both nodded, even though he already knew the answer to that question by now.

"Cool, cool..." He trailed off, before remembering he had brought someone too. "This is Samantha, my date."

Gracie instantly reached her hand out to the girl, trying to be as polite as possible before noticing that this was the same girl from the café a few months ago. Gracie tried her best to contain her jealousy at the thought that he liked her enough to ask her on a second date.

"Nice to meet you, again." She greeted the blonde girl, extending her hand but pulling it back when she realized that Samantha wasn't going to shake her hand any time soon. The daggers that this girl shot had Gracie believing that she accidentally killed Samantha's family.

Kenny turned around to hand Gracie her drink and took her along to meet some other people, separating them from Harry. However, his eyes didn't separate from Gracie once. He kept tabs on her as much as he could throughout the entire time that she wasn't in a two foot radius from him.

Time passed, drinks were downed, and soon enough Gracie found herself on the dance floor with Kenny and some of his friends that she'd just met a few hours before. She didn't miss the way Harry had been looking all night, and she would be liar if she said it didn't affect her. She tried to resist it, but she couldn't. She had to talk to him about this.

Gracie excused herself and walked towards her friend who was still sitting at the bar. His face relaxed the second he noticed she was walking towards him. Feeling slightly proud of himself, he let a lazy grin take over his face. But it didn't last very long.

"Could you stop staring at me?!" She shouted near his ear, her anger stemming from inner frustration and the drinks she had. "Maybe focus on your own date?"

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm not staring at you." He spit back. She crossed her arms over each other, looking at him with a raised brow. "Okay I was staring at you, but what are you doing here with him anyway?!"

"What do you care?"

"I care because you're my friend and I know he's not a good fit for you." He tried to bullshit his way out of this, clearly setting off Gracie.

"First of all, I can decide that for myself. And second, you shouldn't be talking about bad fits with that date of yours!" She accused him. That sparked interest in him, and she knew she'd fucked up when he asked what he did next.

"Are you jealous?"

Instead of immediately answering, Gracie stood there, attempting to look anywhere except for Harry's eyes as she searched for a logical alternative reasoning for her dislike to his date. But, she couldn't find one.

"Whatever, I'm gonna find a bathroom." She grumbled before taking off as quickly as she could. Harry had to process her sudden exit from their conversation, but as soon as he had, he got up to follow her, excitement brewing inside of him.

Gracie noticed the line for the downstairs bathroom and thus found a way to sneak upstairs, convinced that there must be more bathrooms there. It was awfully silent in the hallways, but soon enough she found the restroom.

She turned on the light and made a bee line for the mirror, checking if her make-up was still good while she tried to calm down her breathing from the combination of the stairs she'd just climbed in a hurry and the feelings she'd almost exposed to Harry.

Her peace didn't last, though, because soon enough the door flew open. Gracie yelped at the sudden sound, tightly holding her hand on her heart as she saw Harry walking in.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me–"

"Are you jealous?" Harry didn't waste any time. He wanted to know, no games.

"I don't– I mean… define jealous–"

"Stop avoiding the question, Graciela." He took a step closer to her, and it was like his eyes hypnotized her body and brain, because she found herself slowly nodding her head.

"Words."

"Yes." She sighed. "Yes I'm jealous, okay?"

Harry nearly couldn't contain the joy that flowed over him like a perfect waterfall. He couldn't believe she just admitted it, and he couldn't believe how quick he was to grab her jaw and plant his lips to hers.

To say the least, Gracie was surprised that Harry was kissing her, but it felt like everything that had ever seemed even slightly wrong in the world had slowly faded away with the feeling of his feathery lips against hers.

One hand stayed on her jaw, while the other pushed her backwards, causing Gracie to take a few steps back until she felt the wall behind her. But Harry didn't stop the kiss, in fact, he deepened it, which made Gracie wrap both of her arms around his neck, her right hand playing with his long curly hair.

When he finally pulled away from her, he couldn't stop smiling like a maniac.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He said breathlessly, reaching forward until their nose touched each other and he was able to brush his lips over hers. Gracie could feel his breath fan against her skin, and it made her skin burn. So much that she leaned forward for another deep kiss.

Their tongues danced around each other for a couple of minutes before Harry had gathered enough strength to pull away again.

"I really hate that you came here with Kenny." He confessed, swiping some hair over her shoulder before cupping Gracie's jaw with his hand again.

"I really hate that you came here with that girl." She shot right back at him, raising her head a bit.

"Yeah, well you don't have to worry about her." He assured her, slowly latching his hands onto her waist. Leaning over to her ear, he started whispering some things that made the heat between her legs intensify by a hundred.

"Tell me darling, were you hoping I'd be jealous tonight? Did you wear that dress with the intention of making my skin crawl?" A very soft whimper escaped Gracie's lips as she nodded her head. The way the nickname rolled off Harry's tongue made her shiver.

He chuckled at her responsiveness, and rubbed some circles on her waist with his thumbs while pulling her hips into him to create a bit of friction. Harry's leg was in between Gracie's, and he lifted it while simultaneously pushing her against it, hoping it would turn her on even more. It didn't escape his attention, the tighter grip on his muscles when he did so, and he was glad to know that he succeeded.

"You don't like Kenny, right?" Harry genuinely asked. He needed to clear the air before they could start anything.

"Do you like Samantha?" Gracie answered with another question, causing the corner of his lips to twitch upwards.

Harry didn't say anything, he just pushed his leg against her core, making her throw her head down and gasp. When she looked up again, staggered breathing making her chest rise and fall rapidly, he brushed some hair out of her face to be able to look at her properly before guiding her hand to his pants and letting Gracie feel his hard cock through his jeans. He winced at the slight friction caused by pants, and he had to refrain himself from bending her over the sink and fucking her from behind right this second.

"H- Harry, we have dates downstairs, we really shouldn't be doing this right now."

With how out of breath Gracie sounded, Harry would almost think she had just ran a marathon, instead of what was actually the case: her being a desperate whore for his cock.

"Yeah? You wanna go downstairs?" He rasped, placing his hand on her lower back and pushing her into his leg, sending some extra friction to her core. He watched, completely entrance as her eyebrows curled upwards and a strained, very soft moan escaped from the back of her throat.

She gulped and shook her head as her hand rose from his pants to the dress shirt he was wearing, digging her fingers through on of the holes in-between buttons and clamping hard onto it as she let Harry slowly guide her hips back and forth.

"No? You don't wanna go downstairs?" He tormented her, pouting like he was trying to console a child. Gracie tried to shoot him her angriest look, but miserably failed. She couldn't keep that frown up when she was looking at him. She wasn't mad, she was just desperate and frustrated.

"N-no..." She whispered, making Harry's brows raise.

"What was that?"

"No." Gracie spoke more clearly, and actually out loud this time. Harry's smirk grew even more, and he was sure that he looked like an idiot with the way he was grinning from ear to ear.

"What d'you want, baby?" He breathed, his heart beat going crazier with every second that he wasn't inside of her. To make sure she'd listen, he started sucking her neck right after his question, making her moan out in surprise.

"Fuck— you need to get me off, Harry." She pleaded, and he detached his lips from her neck just to check if it was actually Graciela saying these words, and not one of his way too often recurring fantasies. "Please?"

"Fucking hell." He cursed, removing his leg from her covered heat before crouching down and pushing her dress up, revealing red panties that matched her dress.

"Were you hoping Kenny would see these, darling?" He asked as he took the lace underwear off, signaling for her to raise her leg one by one to get them off entirely. Gracie quickly shook her head.

"Just wanted to feel confident."

"Such a good girl, dressing for no one else but yourself." Harry praised her, kissing her inner thigh. "Guess I should consider myself very lucky to have such similar taste to you."

Gracie smiled, looking down at Harry and running her right hand through his hair. She'd never felt this safe before in a position she never dared to get in with anyone else. She didn't let guys eat her out, it was just such a vulnerable thing to her, and she was very insecure about the specific transaction. But with Harry, she couldn't care less. In fact, she wanted him to eat her out.

"Speaking about taste... do you mind if I have one?" He looked up at Gracie through his eyelashes. As soon as she said that she wouldn't mind at all, he dug his face between her thighs. She let out the most agonized gasps at the new, inexperienced feeling.

His tongue collected her juices in such a rapid way, as if he had been thirsty for her. The grip she had on his curls tightened immensely when he started stimulating her clit with his tongue, flicking over it at a quick speed. Her moans began to intensify and she could feel a build-up in her lower stomach. Along with the occasional stripe over her core, he continued the fast motions until Gracie started twitching.

Then, just when her climax had gotten ready to result into an intense orgasm, Harry pulled away.

Gracie didn't exactly have time to cuss him out for edging her like that, but he got up and pushed her towards the counter, bending her forward with her only vision of him being through the mirror. She observed as he dug his hands into his pockets, and pulled out his wallet to look for a condom. Gracie frowned, she was too impatient.

"Please, just fuck me. I'm on birth control, and I'm clean." She stated, looking up at him with her big black pupils, expanded from the lust she had been experiencing.

"I'm clean too, you sure?" He asked again. He wanted to be one hundred percent certain that she wanted this, that she wanted him.

Gracie turned around in silence, undoing his pants and lowering it along with boxers. His cock sprung out the second the waist band was pulled down, and she got a bit nervous all of a sudden when met with the size of him.

"You'll be fine." He said softly. Instead of a small smile that he expected to come from her, Harry was met with a sly smirk.

"Oh I can handle it." Gracie said cockily before spitting on her hand and reaching it down towards his cock. "The question is, can you?"

With that said, she started stroking his dick, leaving Harry to be a whimpering mess under her. She slipped her tongue between his parted lips and began kissing him again to muffle the noises coming from him.

Gracie yelped, when Harry unexpectedly grabbed her waist and pulled her off the counter before turning her around and bending her over it. With a fistful of her hair, he pulled Gracie's head up so she could herself in the mirror, completely at his mercy now.

"Let's see if we can find an answer to that question of yours, Angel." He said, lining himself up with her pussy before pushing in slowly.

As he began thrusting himself into Gracie, her moans started to become louder and louder, until almost anyone downstairs could've heard it. To prevent having someone walking in, Harry leaned forward and stuck his middle and ring finger into her mouth, telling her to suck on them.

With hopeless cries and white knuckles from trying to hold on to anything she could, Gracie tried to keep her mind from becoming too foggy at how deep Harry had managed to bury himself inside of her. Especially when he hit a certain spot inside of her wet pussy, she let out a noise that no one had ever managed to get her to make, with the exception of her specifically designed vibrator.

"Is that it, darling? Are you starting to feel good?" He growled, his rhythm increasing in intensity yet keeping the same pace. It was too much to handle for Gracie, and her eyes slowly started to flutter shut as he was fucking all of her energy out of her.

"Eyes open, angel." Harry corrected her when he noticed, accompanying the remark with a playful slap on her ass which caused her to jolt forward. Gracie's cries were like music to his ears, and he had great difficulty with restraining himself from coming. But, he could see that she was very close too, so he figured with the right stimulation he wouldn't have to keep it in for much longer.

"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as I fuck you stupid. See for yourself what I do to you, see what you do to me." At this point, he needed to hear her moan his name, to describe how good he felt, so he took his fingers out of his mouth. He couldn't care less if someone heard or even walked in, he wouldn't stop until he had her creaming all over his cock.

"Harry! I-it.. I can't!" She tried to form a coherent sentence, but the message was clear when she threw her own hand over her mouth. She couldn't keep herself quiet.

Harry stopped thrusting momentarily and reached over, cock fully buried into her, to grab both her wrists and hold them behind her back to give her no option of filtering her sounds. He slowly slid his wet dick out of her, the room already covered with incessant whining from Gracie, before driving himself into her. An unexpected scream left her mouth, nearly causing Harry to come right then and there.

"Oh- Oh! Yes! Yes! Please.." Gracie couldn't believe how much she was blabbering, he really was fucking her stupid.

"Tell me you're mine, baby. Tell me you're mine and you can cum all over my cock." Harry demanded, slapping her ass again so she would be quick with her answer because he was about to come really soon.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm— Oh my God!"

And with that, Gracie came, wildly, explosively even. His possessiveness was the final straw, the last thing that sent her over the edge. But as she was trying to control the aftermath of her blissful orgasm, she realized that Harry wasn't going any slower on her.

Her exasperated sighs became hopeless cries again when he pulled out of her, turned her around to sit on the counter, and forced her to look at him as he rammed himself into her even harder than before, which she thought impossible. Her sensitive clit was now also being stimulated by his fingers, causing her to yell out at him.

"Let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel baby." He groaned as he watched Gracie's tits bounce in her pretty, red dress.

"Harry! Someone could h-hear.." she tried to warn him but she was too caught up in the indescribable pleasure he was giving her.

"Don't act like you wouldn't like that." He gave her clit a little slap, making her entire body jolt. "You would love it if someone walked in and I just kept on fucking you, show anyone that you belong to me. You're just as bad as me, aren't you baby?"

"A-ah! Y-yes!" She could feel her second orgasm coming down on her, and she was scared of how intense it was feeling already. "Harry I don't think I can—"

"Yes, you can! Come with me, darling, I'll cover you pretty little cries." He demanded, and as if he had complete control over her body, she instantly started coming as soon as his permission was out there. He muffled both their desperate sounds with a sloppy kiss that was difficult to maintain as Harry was also orgasming, his long hot spurts of come shooting deep into her achy walls.

It took a few minutes to calm down, to steady their breathing and mentally come back to earth. Gracie stayed sat on counter as Harry grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned her up, giving her some extra time to resurge some energy to her legs.

"Can you stand?" Harry said as he got up to stand in front of Gracie and hold her arms, breaking letting out a small chuckle at the end of his sentence. This entire situation was ridiculously unexpected and exciting, and it made them both burst out into laughter as soon as they made eye contact.

"This is so stupid." Gracie said in between giggles, hiding her head into his chest. Butterflies appeared in his stomach at the feeling of her hot breath against him, and he wished they could just stand like this forever.

"Good stupid, right?" He asked jokingly, but there was a serious undertone to it. He didn't want to walk out of this bathroom if it meant that this, whatever it was, to be over. Gracie retreated her head from his chest to look up at him with a reassuring smile.

"Very, very, very good."

Her smile, her voice and those sweet, sweet eyes made his heart melt all out once. He couldn't help himself from expressing his joy at her words and cupped her jaws before planting a soft and honest kiss on her lips.

#Harry styles #one shot #smut #fanfic #Harry fanfic #Harry Edward styles

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imogenkol · 9 months

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— OCS AS HISTORICAL ROMANCE HERO ARCHETYPES

tagged by @corvosattano @jackiesarch @inafieldofdaisies to do this uquiz and I found it way too entertaining to do it for my she/her fuckbois (+ a token Boy boy) thank you lovelies 💕💕💕

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GENTLEMAN IN THE STREETS, FREAK IN THE SHEETS

He's a GENTLEMAN. He has STANDARDS. He will not abide by a single WRINKLE in his trousers. But he willlllll fuck you from behind while fish-hooking your mouth and leaving bruises. That's just how he rolls. A coveted type, this gentleman puts on a stern facade and doesn't have a lot of patience for nonsense--but he's also solicitous, polite, and seemingly respectful. Until you give him a bit of lip in the garden. Never go with him to the garden. Or DEFINITELY go with him to the garden, if you want to get defiled. Which, let's be real, you absolutely do. This hero will wipe cum off your tits with the most expensive handkerchief known to man, fold it and place it in his pocket, and be like, "I apologize; I was quite overwhelmed by your charms. Gentleman recs: "The Duke Gets Even" by Joanna Shupe, "The Duke Who Knew Too Much" by Grace Callaway, "Waking Up with the Duke" by Lorraine Heath, "The Earl I Ruined" by Scarlett Peckham, "The Truth About Cads and Dukes" by Elisa Braden

THE SCOT

"Get on your (yer) hands and knees lass" is something you have a 60% chance of reading in a Scottish historical, and honestly? Bless. These heroes are from Scotland, which is in historical romances, "England but with an autumnal vibe" or "England but they do manual labor while also being rich and titled". They're usually (always) FUCKIN' GIGANTIC, a bit rougher around the edges, and more down to earth. Is this all stereotyping? Yes. Are they probably going to deliver a baby animal, go "look at its wee legs" and then fuck you in a stable? Yeah for sure. Scot recs: "When A Scot Ties the Knot" by Tessa Dare, "When A Girl Loves an Earl" by Elisa Braden ("put yer filthy Scot inside ye"), "The Taming a Highlander" by Elisa Braden, the entire Highland Guard series by Monica McCarty, "The Madness of Lord lan Mackenzie" by Jennifer Ashley, "When A Girl Loves an Earl" by Stacy Reid

THE TORTURED HERO

Look--he just doesn't wanna talk about it. The tortured hero has a dark past, which probably involves his childhood, may involve one or both of his parents dying (or a dead wife), and will be withheld from you for at least the first half of the book. He fucks like an absolute demon (usually to make you forget about the questions you asked regarding his scars; it's effective), he may have nightmares where he says what you think is his old lover's name so you steam about it for 20-50 pages and he's like "no, that's my childhood dog, which I had to eat when food became scarce", maybe his dad didn't love him, and he is more likely to be self made than some other heroes. Though he may also be a duke whose actions had consequences. There's a *distinct* possibility that he's mentally unwell, but everyone needs love. Your one big issue is that he... may not think he's worthy of touching you with his filthy hands. Somehow, you must overcome this. Tortured recs: "My Darling Duke" by Stacy Reid, "Dreaming of You" by Lisa Kleypas, "A Lady for a Duke" by Alexis Hall, "Pippa and the Prince of Secrets" by Grace Callaway, "Duke of Midnight" by Elizabeth Hoyt, "The Duke I Tempted" by Scarlett Peckham, "A Rogue by Any Other Name" by Sarah MacLean

THE GOOD GUY

Isn't that great for you? The good guy isn't a NICE guy. He doesn't expect sexual favors because he's nice to you; and he's so charming, he can probably get laid elsewhere. He may have a tragic backstory and a fatal flaw, but that's not going to get him down. He doesn't play at alpha male bullshit, and he may not be a duke, or a lord, or the owner of the world's first department store. But he's a Solid Guy. He will love, honor, and obey, and he will NOT! Do a nonsense. He will, however, eat pussy. He's a good guy. Good guy recs: "Unclaimed" by Courtney Milan, "Scandal in Spring" by Lisa Kleypas, "My Fake Rake" by Eva Leigh, "Unmasked by the Marquess" by Cat Sebastian

#oc insp: imogen kol #oc insp: eddy #oc insp: jayde thatcher #oc insp: kåre battle born #why are these all SO accurate #Eddy being assigned Scottish by uquiz lmao #Vaune also got the scot but that’s cause of her massive strap

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Yay, my first ever ask to someone!

Because I know you love him as much as I do, I'm sure you'll probably won't even have to think very long about the answers: Of course, I'm choosing Duke for the character ask game :D I'd be very much interested in 4, 9, 10, 11, 21, 22, 24 – but of course, choose wichever ones you like or make it everything <3 And for the freebie question a little headcanon: What would be a typical phrase you imagine him saying all the time?

OMG Honored to be your first! <3 <3 <3 And you're right, I always love talking about Duke. Sincerely shocked how little attention he gets overall. And as predicted, I answered way more questions than you asked lol. Enjoy!

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

The cheerleaders. I just, oh boy, wow. Please tell me those girls put those uniforms on themselves and he didn't ask them to. That would be so cringe. >.<

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

So, his English VA, Marc Thompson, does the audiobooks for the Star Wars "Fate of the Jedi" book series that my husband and I are listening to, so I find myself frequently picturing Duke in Star Wars outfits during my Duke Devlin Star Wars Storytime. XD

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Cherry Pie by Warrant, cause I imagine him jamming out to it in his classic car. See also Question 12.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Fandom doesn't do enough with him for me to have an answer to this question, but I have seen people giving him new outfits, which I adore. Yes, dress this boy up, he loves it!

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Yes, I appreciate the YGOTAS theme song jokes as much as the next dude, but if you try to find Duke scenes on Youtube, that's all you can find. :(

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Absolutely. I headcanon that he's really tidy with his personal space, and we could take turns making dinner (thank you Season Four for telling us that he's a good cook).

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Quite possibly, yeah. I have some creative indie side projects of my own, and I feel like he'd have good feedback if I needed another set of eyes on some new character designs or plot-points. I will also be hitting him up for haircare tips all the time lol.

11. Would you date this character?

If I weren't married and I had a chance, absolutely yes. Don't know if it would work out long-term, but it would be fun.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I headcanon that he's a big Adam Lambert fan and sings his music in the shower (and everywhere else he sings). Try listening to the Adam Lambert cover of Holding Out For A Hero and try telling me it doesn't have Duke-like levels of drama and flare, I dare you. Other AL songs I think he'd specifically jam to are Fever, Strut, The Light, and Pop That Lock. I don't always have headcanons for a character's taste in music, but I just get really strong vibes on what he's into. I also think he'd listen to a lot of classic rock.

Another few songs that will go on my Duke playlist when I get around to making it: You Put A Spell On Me and Dangerous Hands both by Austin Giorgio, Fangs by Neoni, 100 degrees by Kenzie, basically everything by Steven Rodriguez (there's not a lot, but it's all so sexy), and Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money.

Okay, I admit defeat, Duke Devlin Playlist Post coming soon. (Songs he listens to, not songs about him.)

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

I'm not going to pick just one, I can't, but I'll give you my top ships: Mastershipping (Kaiba), Minorshipping (Ryou), Snareshipping (Joey). Poly ships: Mumbleshipping (Kaiba + Ryou), Rollshipping (Joey + Ryou), and Petshipping (Kaiba + Joey). Okay, that's just... all my Duke ships. XD But they're all so good!

I'm intrigued by the idea of Ishizu x Duke, which doesn't have a name. I'm not sure they really know what to make of each other, but I think that keeps them intrigued with each other. I think a first date with them, or even just a flirting scene, could be real fun. She's serious and scholarly, he's fun and free-spirited. They could balance each other.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Him and Tristan, Chaseshipping I think. I think they could be friends just fine, I just don't see the chemistry there.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I'm leaving out ship characters for the sake of this question.

I actually think he and Mai could be really good pals, they'd go shopping and talk about bfs/gfs and have a good time. They also both own convertibles, so you know they have some of the same tastes.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

One thing that's always fun for me is Duke's flirting. Can't say I'm a master of writing flirtation, but I do my best to make Duke look like a master of it, because he is. I do generally just love writing him so much, though. He's one of the least angsty characters that I write, so he always puts me in a happier headspace.

In my fic Rock Bottom, he's a solid friend to Seto without being too nosy, which Seto appreciates so much. They understand each other on an intellectual level, but even after Seto's like "no thanks" to a relationship, Duke makes it clear that he's always free to change his mind in a no-pressure way. He's supportive but not nosy. I've got a chapter coming up (spoilers) in RB Season Three where Seto just needs somewhere to chill and lay low, hide from reality, and Duke's like, "I won't say a word to anyone that you're here, it's fine, no explanation needed, just take a deep breath pal." Doesn't ask what's going on, just takes him in for the night. (Also negotiates him into cuddles, but that's separate lol.)

He's just there for people, doesn't need answers (unless things are bad enough that some kind of involvement is just necessary).

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

I like when people fill out the details of him balancing his responsibilities between his game shop and managing DDM, or flesh out his relationship with Pegasus even if it's not central to the story. There's just so much more to this boy that we don't get to see, and that stuff just feels like such a necessary backdrop to the rest of his life.

23. Favorite picture(s) of this character?

DSOD did this boy right. He's just so pretty. :')

But also, look at this boy pretending to read while he eavesdrops. And he set up that hammock so dang high off the ground? Looking down on everybody? No, boy has the high ground, tactical advantage. I love him.

And wait, what's that? The most Mastershipping moment in the entire anime, you say? Show me!

Oh. Oh dear. ;P But, for so many reasons, I'll genuinely never get over this scene.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

I'm gonna try to stick to canon behaviors and traits for this and not let headcanons influence it too much.

ZEN/Hyun Ryu from Mystic Messenger has the same "I'm pretty and I know it" vibe as Duke and shares the casual-but-constant flirting behavior (also ponytail bros). This is a fun comparison for me because their hair and eye colors are also exact opposites.

From Nanbaka, I'd have to go with Uno, who can be abrasive at times with his enemies/rivals, doesn't let his friends fight alone, and shares the "ladies love me, I know I'm pretty, look at how well I take care of my luscious long hair" confident attitude. Also like Duke, there's a good few times where a friend is doing something/rash or unwise, and he tries to talk reason to them. Also obsessed with games, so they have that hobby in common. He also compulsively flirts with every woman in the vicinity (except the warden, because she's terrifying and he knows better). Real smooth operator, even with the dudes.

From UtaPri, I'd have to go with Ren Jinguji. Look, they're even hammock bros! Exceptionally confident, but also a bit mysterious. Flirty with the ladies, not that he even needs to try that hard. Actually pretty laid back and down to earth most of the time.

He also just moves the way I imagine Duke moving, with that fluid grace of a man's who's totally comfortable in his own skin. Just look at him!!!! LOOK AT THE HIP! *chefs kiss*

Another thing all these boys have in common is a strong fashion sense in addition to a strong sense of showmanship (ZEN as an actor and Ren as an idol, this is obvious, but Uno just can't help showing off lol), two great traits that Duke also has.

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

Honestly, I can imagine him using "yo" a lot, not exactly a phrase, but a slang term. If anyone tells him something like "that's not cool anymore" he just responds with "it is when I say it ;)"

If we're leaning into my headcanons of him as a good cook, maybe he sometimes uses "now we're cooking with gas!" He probably has to explain this to Tristan and/or Joey, which launches him into the discussion of gas vs electric stoves. He's a strong believer in gas stoves being superior. I wouldn't say he's a snob when it comes to cooking, but there's certain things in the kitchen that he has a strong opinion on.

Bonus Headcanon

Duke Devlin's top Halloween Costumes: some kind of imp/demon/devil (let your imagination run wild with this one, because he definitely did), one of his Monster World OCs, the Phantom of the Opera, vampire, ninja.

#ask #answered ask #headcanon #duke devlin #ryuji otogi #otogi ryuji #song recommendation #musings #long post #thank you again for letting me talk about him more #i love him so much #i do recommend the “Fate of the Jedi” series to any Star Wars fans #it's good old canon stuff

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