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HIGH (ON LOVE) - james potter

PAIRING james potter x fem!reader

SUMMARY you get your wisdom tooth out and fall in love with your husband, james, all over again. oh, and sirius is there too.

a/n: a special request from the lovely @loving-and-dreaming ! apologies for taking a while to finally finish this but i hope you still enjoy reading it. 🫶🏻

James sat on the uncomfortable hospital waiting room couch, his leg bouncing with nervous energy as he anxiously waited for you to return from your tooth extraction. It was a relatively minor procedure, but he couldn't shake off the worry that clung to him like a shadow. The concept of tooth extraction was foreign to him, but he knew it was for your well-being. The lack of knowledge about the process made him feel somewhat helpless, but he trusted the medical professionals to take care of you.

Restlessly, he fiddled with the ring on his finger, a symbol of your love and commitment to each other. It was a simple silver band, but it meant the world to him. Leaning against the wall, he kept glancing at the entrance, hoping to see you walk through any moment.

Finally, the door swung open, and James eagerly stood up, expecting to see you. However, it was Sirius who entered, munching on a candy bar, looking far too relaxed.

"Missed me already?" the black-haired boy teased. "Don't be so jumpy, mate. She's gonna be fine.

"I know she will," James replied with a frown, trying to keep his worry in check. "Just been a while since I've last heard from the nurse."

Sirius plopped down on a chair beside the bed, tossing the candy wrapper into a nearby trash bin. "Calm down, Prongs. People will see you and think you're waiting for your wife to finish giving birth.

"Ha, very funny," James retorted half-heartedly, sinking back onto the couch.

"It's just teeth, my friend. Your lovely wife has survived way worse than this," Sirius remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Though it was supposed to be another joke, James couldn't help but agree. You were resilient, always bouncing back from every fall and mishap during Quidditch. He admired your determination and strength, but he couldn't stop the gnawing worry that nagged at him now.

Too deep in his thoughts of you, James didn't notice Sirius shaking him. "Prongs, she's here— help her out."

Startled, James turned towards the entrance, and there you were, in a wheelchair with your eyes closed. The nurse carefully wheeled you in, her demeanor reassuring.

As soon as you were close enough, James rushed to your side. The nurse held your arm while James gently took your other hand, helping you onto the empty bed.

You looked dazed and groggy, and there was something in your mouth that prevented you from speaking clearly. James felt his heart clench at the sight, desperate to make you feel better.

As if the nurse read his mind, she explained, "The cotton balls inside help with the bleeding and keep her mouth open for the healing process. She still has some of the medication from the operation.

James nodded, grateful for the explanation but unable to focus on anything else but you. You started to mumble words he couldn't quite understand, likely a side effect of the medication.

He held your hand tightly, trying to calm your agitation. "Hey there, love. It's me, James. How are you feeling?"

Your eyes struggled to focus, and then you managed to mumble, "So handsome..."

A soft smile spread across James' face. "Am I?"

You nodded slowly, and it made his heart soar. "You're exactly my type, you know. Handsome, glasses, hair, everything..." You tried to reach for his face, and he gladly leaned in to meet your touch.

"Thank you," he said, touched by your words, and feeling a bit bashful at the compliment.

But then your eyes shifted away from his face, and your expression changed to one of distress. You started to cry, and James' heart sank, worried that you were in pain.

"Why are you— why are you crying? Does anything hurt?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he gently caressed your swollen jaw.

You shook your head, still sobbing, and managed to say, "The ring on your hand... It's from your partner."

He chuckled, wiping the tears from your cheeks gently. "It's alright, love. You're just a bit groggy from the medication. Don't worry about a thing."

You sniffled and looked at him with teary eyes, still not fully comprehending the situation. "But that means you're married."

James couldn't help but smile at your innocent concern. "Yes, I am. To you," he said, holding up his hand to show you the matching wedding band on your own finger. "We're married to each other."

Your gaze shifted between his hand and yours, and a flicker of recognition finally crossed your face. "Oh!" you exclaimed softly, as if a light had suddenly switched on in your mind. "You're my husband!"

"That's right," he said, relief washing over him as he saw you starting to understand.

A grin spread across your face, and you giggled, sounding slightly loopy from the medication. "I have a husband, and he's handsome!"

"You certainly do," James replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "And you're my beautiful wife."

You giggled again, and then your expression turned thoughtful. "Do you love me?"

The question caught him off guard, but he didn't hesitate to answer. "More than anything in the world. I love you with all my heart."

"Forever and ever?" you asked, a hint of vulnerability in your voice.

"Forever and ever," he repeated, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "I promise."

Sirius, who had been watching the interaction with amusement, chimed in, "See, you two are perfect for each other!"

You beamed at him, seeming to have momentarily forgotten about the tooth extraction. "He's my type," you declared, pointing at James.

"He sure is," Sirius agreed, giving James a playful wink.

As the effects of the medication started to wear off, you snuggled closer to James, content and reassured by his presence. He held you gently, cherishing the moment and feeling grateful for your evident love for him despite under the influence.

"I was your type?"

"Merlin's beard, James." You groaned, turning away from the sly grin of your husband, focusing on your cooking. "Talk again, and I'll burn your bacon."

You felt his hands snake around your waist, underneath the apron, and his light kisses on your neck. "You would never do that to your husband, won't you?"

Before you could retort, he spun you off your feet, surprising you with his playfulness. You gasped, "James! Put me down!"

Though your face held obvious annoyance, the knots inside your stomach didn't stop as he tightened his grip on you, burying his face in your hair.

"Why did I marry you again?" You asked playfully when he finally placed you back down.

He tucked some of your stray hairs behind your ears with a smile on his face. "Because I'm your ideal type. Handsome, glasses, hair, everything."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that. Now, let me finish cooking, or we'll have to order takeaway."

As you returned to the stove, James wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Whatever you say, my love."

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roxygen22 · 2 months

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A sickly Wonka and Female reader taking care of him (after the events of the movie.)

Summary: Stand-alone prequel to MLCB series combined with an ask for a sick fic. How the reader met and fell in love with Willy. Instant chemistry! (Longer than intended, but I just couldn't stop)

C/W: Illness, though not graphic

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BOXES

"ACHOO!" You heard a loud sneeze in the alley followed by a crashing sound on your walk home from work. You peered around the corner of the building and spotted a lanky man with a fuschia coat and dark hair curling around the brim of his brown top hat looking down at the mess of boxes surrounding him on the ground.

"Are you alright, sir?" you asked.

He swirled around to look at you with a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks. "Oh, uh, yes. Thank you, Miss...?"

"[Y/N]."

"[Y/N]. What a lovely name. I'm [achoo!] Willy."

"I know who you are, Mr. Wonka," you said with a smile.

"Really?" he said in a surprised and equally nasal tone before sneezing again.

"You *are* quite the celebrity around here, sir. Do you need some help?" you asked, pointing to the boxes.

Willy looked around and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Noticing that he didn't seem to be the type to easily ask for or accept help, you pried further. "Where are you trying to take them? I work at a shop nearby. We could borrow the cart."

"Really?"

"You say that a lot, don't you, Mr. Wonka." You giggled.

"Just Willy, please," he said softly. "I just need to get these boxes to my shop at the Galeries Gourmet. I thought I could get them all in one go, but well..." he trailed off as he gestured with his hands to the boxes on the ground.

"Well, Mr. Wonk...Willy. You stay here and gather your boxes, and I'll go grab the cart."

He flashed a big smile your way. "Thank you, miss."

"Just [Y/N], please," you parroted back with a slight blush. "I'll be right back." As you walked away, you heard him sneeze a couple more times before you were out of earshot. Poor thing sounds like he is coming down with a cold.

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By the time you returned, Willy had restacked the boxes so they were no longer blocking the alley. You both loaded the cart, but he took over pushing it toward his shop. "So why are you helping out a complete stranger, [y/n]? I do hope you aren't missing out on any big plans on my account."

"You aren't exactly a stranger, Willy. Everyone knows the famous magical chocolatier. But in that moment after you dropped your boxes, you looked just as human as the rest of us. I couldn't very well just pass you by and ignore you. Besides, this is far more exciting than anything I had planned this evening."

"Really?" [achoo]

"There you go again," you grinned. "Yes, really. The only plans I had were dinner and a book."

"Oh, you like to read? I like to read, too," Willy announced proudly. "I just meant...well, a pretty girl...lady...person like you...I mean, no, uh... there's nobody waiting for you at home?" he stammered.

"Are you asking if I am spoken for, Mr. Wonka?" you teased and unintentionally sent him into a coughing fit. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I was just joking. Are you okay?" You grabbed his arm in an attempt to stabilize him as he doubled over.

"I'm fine," Willy croaked as he stood back up. He looked down at your hand on his arm and smiled. Feeling suddenly bashful, you let go and clasped your hands behind your back.

"We should keep going, Willy. You need to get out of this cold air."

"Right you are, [y/n]. Your nose is turning the same shade as my coat!" he said with a grin as he booped your nose with his index finger. Warmth spread all over your body like electricity at his touch.

Recognizing that his actions may have been a touch too forward for a girl he just met (who never confirmed her availability), Willy cleared his throat in embarrassment and started to push the cart once more. You walked alongside, still dumbstruck by the effect of his touch.

"You didn't answer my question," he quipped after a few steps, breaking you out of your reverie.

"And what was that?" You knew what he was referring to but wanted to hear him say it again.

"Are you...[clears throat] is there anyone waiting for you at home?"

"Just my parents." If anyone else had asked you that, it may have been creepy. But you could sense his sincerity.

"Oh," he said with relief, though you could swear you saw a brief glint of...sadness? "Great, well I will have your cart freed up quickly so you can get home and not worry them."

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes, is there anyone at home waiting on you? Perhaps a special someone?" You looked up into his eyes, unabashedly flirting. You noticed that underneath those lush dark lashes, his eyes were actually blue with a hint of green around the pupil. Huh. He's even more beautiful up close, you thought.

"No. It's just me and my shop."

"Oh," you mimicked his earlier response, trying to disguise your excitment that the magician/chocolatier was single. The two of you kept walking in companionable silence until you reached his shop.

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After unloading the cart, Willy swept the hat off his head and half-bowed to you. "Thank you again, [y/n]."

You giggled at the gesture. Not ready to call it a night just yet, you offered, "I could help you unpack those boxes, if you'd like. I know you aren't feeling 100% and really, I have nothing better to do." Besides thinking about him all evening, you said silently in your head.

Willy tried to stifle another cough. "Alright, sure. More hands makes lighter work."

You grabbed a box, sat in the floor, and started shuffling through its contents. You had no clue where anything went, so you started sorting like things together for Willy to put away. At one point your hand grazed his as you reached for the same item. You both blushed.

Clearing his throat - you were unsure whether this time was due to awkwardness or illness - he sat down on the other side of the box from you. He said, "So tell me about this book you are reading." It didn't take much prompting for you to excitedly recount what you had read so far of Treasure Island and your other favorite adventure books. In turn, he regaled you with tales from his time as a sailor.

Time passed very quickly as you swapped stories. Next thing you knew, it was dark out, and the two of you hadn't even fully unpacked the first box.

"Oh dear," you groused and stood up. "I should get going, Willy. My mother is probably pacing the floors."

"Since you stayed out late on my behalf, it's the least I could do to walk you home. If you'd allow me the pleasure." You noticed that all of the talking had made his voice sound hoarse and gravelly.

"You really ought to stay inside where it's warm. The cold will aggravate your cough."

"I wouldn't be able to rest wondering if you made it home safely in the dark," he said softly as he stood and brushed the dust off his pants.

You felt the heat flash across your cheeks as you blushed at his admission that he would be thinking of you after you leave. "Oh, well in THAT case, I would be honored to have you accompany me."

You both bundled back up into your respective coats and hats. As you suspected, Willy's cough worsened with the cold. As much as you would love to draw out this encounter, you don't want him in the cold air longer than he had to be. You quickly led him to your shop to return the cart before heading home.

Once you arrived, you both lingered at the front door. You stopped breathing as he took your hand and kissed it. "I'm glad I dropped those boxes, [y/n]," he said softly as he looked into your eyes.

It was your turn to stammer. "Me, too. I mean...I'm glad...I'm glad our paths crossed."

"Perhaps they can cross again soon?"

"I'd love that. I..." you were interrupted by Willy's sneeze. You couldn't help but laugh at his timing. "You, sir, need to go home, get warm, and take care of that cold." You smiled up at him.

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned.

You unlocked the front door and slipped inside. You leaned against the door and slowly released the breath you didn't realize you had been holding. You stared at the hand that he kissed, biting your lip to contain a squeal of excitement.

"Mom," you called out. "I'm home, and you're never going to believe the evening I've had!"

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You were off work the next day, so you decided to swing by Willy's shop in the morning to see how he was doing. You walked in and browsed the store, but he was nowhere to be seen. You started second guessing yourself, wondering if you were being too forward by dropping in the very next day, when you heard, "[y/n]?"

You spun around with excitement, but your face fell when you took in his unnatural pallor. "Oh Willy, you poor dear."

He started to speak, but was overcome by a hacking cough that sounded far worse than the night before.

"You should be at home resting."

"I can't. My store..."

"....seems to be running just fine at the moment. Besides, your customers may be wary of you coughing all over the chocolate." You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow.

He smirked. "Touché." His voice was still raspy from the night before.

"Let me walk you home this time."

"I am quite capable..." [achoo]

"Oh, I know you're capable of getting there. I'm not convinced you're capable of leaving the shop without being dragged out."

"You know me so well in less than 24 hours," he said with a smile that reached his glassy eyes. "I suppose you are right [sniffle]. You have a knack for appearing at a time of need. One can't pour from an empty cup, I suppose. Let me get my things."

You waited out front has he gave instructions to the cashier and stocker. Once he joined you, he offered you his arm and you began walking toward his place. The trek was interrupted by multiple coughing fits, one of which left him breathless and needing a break on a bench.

"Is it okay if I feel your forehead?" you asked. Once he nodded, you gingerly rested your fingers against his head. "You are burning up, Willy. Let me know when you feel like you can stand again so we can get you home."

After a few moments, Willy rose from the bench. He offered you his arm again, but you suspected this time it was to balance himself more than a gentlemanly gesture.

Willy looked even more pale and clammy by the time you arrived at his home. He handed you his keys to unlock the door as he leaned against the frame for support. You opened the door and gently led him inside. You wouldn't normally enter the abode of a relative stranger, but he was all alone and you felt oddly safe with him.

He collapsed on his sofa as you set to work to make him comfortable. You dampened a cloth to set on his forehead, removed his boots, and covered him with a blanket. "Would you like me to make you some tea for your throat?" He nodded and pointed to the cabinet where he kept the tea leaves.

You got the kettle going and looked back to observe the man. Was he asleep already? You tiptoed over to check. Sure enough, he had dozed off. Feeling that sleep was probably more necessary than tea, you turned off the stove.

Unsure of what to do, but having no desire to leave him in this state, you sat in the armchair next to Willy and passed the time by reading a book from his small collection. After about two hours, he started to stir. He looked around confused before he saw you and smiled.

"[Y/N], you stayed."

"Of course. Could you imagine the uproar if I let something happen to our town's infamous chocolatier? I would be cast out." You grinned. "How are you feeling?"

"A little better." His voice sounded a little less strained than earlier. That was a good sign.

"Good. I'll make you that tea now." But before you could make your way to the kitchen, Willy grabbed your hand.

"Thank you for staying and taking care of me, both yesterday and today. You hardly even know me."

"We can fix that."

"Really?"

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and went back to making tea.

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monicahar · 2 years

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I LOVE YOU GAME

a small game of where one says i love you, and whoever blushes or laughs loses.

characters; xiao, kazuha, ayato, itto, scaramouche, childe, albedo, thoma

It was just a joke when it left your friend's lips, saying that it would be interesting to see people's reactions to being told those three words, whether they meant it or not.

They weren't expecting you to go along with it, but then...

—without a hitch in your breath, straightening your back as you grab their hands within yours, all while looking at them right in the eyes,

"I love you."

—you confidently say.

Now then, who will falter in this so-called game?

XIAO — the bashful

With the way you look at him tenderly while you say those words...it wouldn't be a surprise when he immediately averts his eyes away from you and covers his reddening ears—a pathetic way to deny defeat. The fact that he actually holds feelings for you won't help in this situation either. But since you're only friends, you simply laugh it off, teasing him a little bit before dropping the game entirely. You thought it made him uncomfortable but...oh well, you've always been quite the oblivious one after all. Xiao scowls to himself as he thinks about your stupidness in the name of love.

KAZUHA — the smiley face

This guys is almost always smiling, what made you think he'd actually react to what you say? Kazuha can hear whether words are straight from heart or not, so when you say "I love you" without meaning it romantically, he knows and just goes :) . That's why it's easy for him to keep his composure, even if he's a little hurt. You whine a little at his lack of reaction, calling him boring and annoying. Imagine your surprise when he suddenly says, "I love you too". You burst out in surprise and confusion while he simply smirks, saying that it would be unfair if he's the only one who has to be the receiver. The red tint in your cheeks keeps him satisfied.

AYATO — the teaser

Mf asks you to repeat it, saying that he couldn't hear it. "I know." he proudly smirks when you do repeat it. An irk makes its way to your face, your features scrunching in annoyance as you slap his shoulder lightly, growing tired of his bully of a self. Now when it's his turn to say it, he immediately refuses to. You gawk in betrayal, saying he's being unfair, but he suddenly leans into your ear, his breath feeling warm over your shoulder. "I don't like exposing myself for the sake of some game." His words leaves you with even more questions. He pulls away with a straight face, examining you as you ask him what he meant; he simply smiles and slurps his boba in response.

ITTO — the panic

Big himbo guy with also a big personality. Do you expect him to take your words calmly? I'd be damned if you say yes. "I- KABZJSHEJWJS??!!" He screams incoherents as his face goes bright red, attempting to run away before you tug him back down in front of you, teasing him that the one and only Aratakki Itto can't handle such words? He stutters as he feels you step down his pride, immediately crossing his arms and breathing in and out to calm his erratic nerves. He tries to take revenge by saying it back, but it immediately backfires when he stutters while doing so. You snort at his attempts of letting out those words, an undying heat crawling up his neck with how embarrassing the whole ordeal is.

SCARAMOUCHE — the no reaction

You could literally crawl onto his lap and whisper said words without him breaking composure at all, man's got game. He just scowls and pushes you off his lap while muttering how weird you are, then immediately standing up to leave. You fear that you have made him uncomfortable, and immediately went after him to apologise—needless to say...he really DOESN'T want you to follow him, so he just kinda...ignores you, or more practically...avoids you. Who knows, maybe the game did have an effect on the little guy, and he's just trying to stay away from you to try and secure the last bits of composure he has. But hey, it's just a speculation, right?

CHILDE — the laughter(loser)

No no, don't get him wrong. He's not making fun of you, nor does he plan to. He's simply trying to suppress his emotions by laughing obnoxiously—a way to convince himself that it's just a joke and that you aren't saying it seriously. It's just a game, he tells himself to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. Of course and obliviously, you take this the wrong way and immediately kick him on his shin for being mean. He yelps and immediately goes to say sorry when you flare up in anger and embarrassment. Well...it's not really his fault since he doesn't know you're being sincere, but...he's so annoying, isn't he?!

ALBEDO — the quiet

"..." He just, stares at you. His perceptive eyes examining your posture, your tone, your breathing pattern and the way your eyes lightly dilated when you said those words. Coming down to a conclusion, he simply lets out a barely noticeable smirk as he continues his painting, watching you go slack and disappointed at his reaction. You were about to get up and leave the suffocating atmosphere created by his silence, but that is...until he perks up, "Are you sure this is just a game and not some ingenious way to tell me you hold feelings for me to know how I'd react?", with the way you stutter back in shock at his revelation, he already knows the answer.

THOMA — the shy

10/10, definitely has the cutest reaction. He just goes "Ahh..." while his face goes bright red, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck while he struggles to form words. With how he looks, it's impossible to NOT bully him a little more, so you did—sneaking up behind him to say "I love you" again, and he goes redder, if it's even possible. "Y-you shouldn't say things you don't mean...!" He says, trying to push you since you were too close for his mental being to handle. All is well, until you look at him straight in the eyes, all hints of joking and teasing dropping when you genuinely smile at him, "I love you, Thoma." if you can't say things you don't mean, then you'll simply just mean it this time.

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battydora · 1 year

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A hidden passion in the Swordsmith Village (part II)

¡ +18 content • minors don't interact !

part I: here!

content: nsfw, sub/virgin!haganezuka, fem!please! reader, blowjob (m! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), female dominance, virginity loss, vainilla sex, experienced reader, inexperienced haganezuka, hotaru's first time, pet names, “babyboy”.

inspiration song: ❝unholy❞ by sam smith ft. kim petras ♡

pairing: sub!virgin!haganezuka x fem!pleasedom! reader

note: y'all ask and i shall deliver, here's part two of my haganezuka nsfw oneshot! sorry it took so long, please enjoy i had too much fun writting this. btw don't mind my english, i'm trying to improve 😭

for @like-a-clock who asked me to tag them in part 2 –♡

Things turned tables so quick after that specific meeting with your swordsmith, that night you went to bed overly excited, memories of Hotaru coming back one after another: his face, his expressions, his movements, his moans... everything was just so spectacular to the point you were overjoyed. You couldn't wait for the next day to see how things would go, what will you two do? Will you talk about what happened or will you act fool? Will there be any tension? Another kissing session? Aah! Tomorrow's mistery was so intriguing and exciting! You almost couldn't sleep that night.

Next morning you went to his workplace and, to your and everyone's surprise, Haganezuka wasn't there at first hour as he would've been expected to, which was extremely unusual, specially coming from the black haired guy. You had a quick breakfast and took a walk around the village, mostly hoping you'd see Haganezuka anywhere around but no clues seemed to be found, so you decided to go back to his workshop and go check the second floor where he slept, that would've been the smartest thing to do in the first place but who cares.

You went upstairs and opened the sliding door of his dorm. You never thought you'd ever commit the unpolite mistake of not knocking someone's door before going in, because this wasn't only the first time you didn't, it was also because your jaw never dropped this hard in your entire life. What was inside caught you totally offguard and made your face turn bright red, a low pitched gasp left a man's mouth. Haganezuka was inside, sitting on his futon and a hand inside his pants grabbing his erected bud down there.

—WHO LET YOU COME IN!— yelled he when you suddenly appeared, his face was flushing red and his legs closing while trying to desperately cover himself from you.

—SORRY! I'M SO SORRY, HOTARU!— you yelled back, you quickly backed up and closed the door.

You rested your back on it with your face yet red, you weren't exactly embarassed but you either couldn't deny the view was striking: Hotaru's haori half open exposing one naked shoulder and a sneaky hand inside his pants. What led the man to that? Were yesterday's events the cause? Your mind couldn't stop thinking about it, did you really had that effect on him? You heard a voice coming out of the dorm a few minutes later.

—Y/n, are you still there?— Haganezuka spoke, sounding bashful.

—Yes, I am— you answered as relaxed as you could—Are you alright? Can I come in now?—

—No! Just...— he paused for a second, if you could see him, he'd be as red as a cherry —Agh, I need... help, yes, come here—

You took a deep breath and opened the door again, Haganezuka's legs were now covered with sheets, you got closer slowly and knelt next to his futon.

—Sorry, I didn't mean to interrumpt you during your... activities— you averted your gaze a little, you were shocked, you never viewed him as the type of guy who would jack off in the morning (or anytime at all).

—I was not...! Doing that!— he frowned and averted his gaze aswell —I... had a... dream, and when I woke up, I was already hard. Don't fucking dare to laugh or i'll kill you— he threatened you as he would have if you ever thought of breaking your sword, but this time he seemed like he was trying to keep his composture, your presence disturbed him for some reason.

You stared at Haganezuka in awe, you weren't sure of how you should react to not make him feel judged, he seemed startled and nervous so you needed to reasure him it was okay. You giggled a little and gave him shoulder pats.

—Don't worry, 'Taru! This is a common thing to happen, there's no shame on it— you assured.

—I know it's normal! But still...— his reply sounded unsure.

—Well, in that case, don't be bashful about it! It's your body's natural reaction after all— you made yourself quiet and looked at him, your mind flashed a dirty idea for a second —What was that dream about?—

—Why do you care?!— the man turned his head, attempting to hide the blush that took over his cheeks.

—Come on, don't get mad! I'm trying to help youuu— you said playfully leaning in to hug him by the waist —Don't be so stubborn—

—Stop!— said he but didn't push you away, in fact, he grabbed your hip with one hand, still looking away —Quit embarassing me, this still is... new for me— he grunted, calming down.

That surprised you a little, it's not so common for a man to have this experience for the very first time at the age of 37 but who were you to judge him? According to his personality, it pretty much made sense, so you took it easy because it wasn't the big deal either.

—Aw, sorry I didn't mean it— you apologized sweetely, still hugging him —Thanks for telling me anyways, it's a little hard for me to believe you've never been through this but there's nothing wrong with that, I'm no one to judge—

He looked at you sideways, looking less embarassed and calmer, it seemed like your patient and comprehensive personality encouraged him to talk this out with you without shame. Haganezuka's trust in you just grew a little bigger.

—Thanks...— the way he said it made you see he cooled down, he was way more relaxed than when you entered the room, that was a good signal —It's still erected though...— his face turned red again while grabbing tightly the sheets.

You held your chin thoughtful, it's not like you didn't know what to do, it's just that you needed to let the man know your plan and get his permission to execute it.

—I have an idea, but I need you to let me help you. Do you agree, honey?— he stared at you cautious, since yesterday, your imagination scared him a little, you could be very freaky at times.

—What are you thinking about now...—

—Nothing bad! But it'll make you feel good, I promise— a flirty smirk took place on your face.

—Mm... fine, just d-don't take too long—

You got your hands to work and moved infront of him, asking the man to politely lay down on the futon, he obeyed in silence as you uncovered his crotch being able to take a very detailed look of his penis, the size was just good for you and you smirked wider from just seeing it. Haganezuka noticed your stare and his face reddened, legs shyly closed, it was the first time someone saw him naked so this was something you expected to happen, embarassment was every virgin's first challenge.

—Don't be shy, sweety, I'll take care of that sweet cock for yours. Can you entrust me your pleasure?— you caressed his tense thighs, trying to encourage him into relaxing and enjoying the moment rather than being tense and embarassed.

Your voice was so soft and soothing, your gaze was just more than sweet and patient, it all made Haganezuka sure you weren't there to force him into anything, you were there to let him know you two could have fun together and that you could make him feel good in bed for the first time. And since the bond you and the black haired man stablished was built with several bonding and patience, he trusted you his virginity, he was willing to expose a face of his no one's ever seen and never will, only to show it to anyone else but you. He seemed to relax after your words, so you smiled, very happily for giving him the confidence he needed.

You opened his legs slowly, petting them lovingly as you reached his left knee and started kissing it, tracking soft kisses from it to his inner thigh. He got up a little just to stare at you, gulping at the sight of your face so close to his hard cock.

—May I, 'Taru?— you asked seductively.

He excitedly nodded and watched carefuly as you grabbed his solid dick and took a very first taste with a lustful lick from below. Air left his lungs, it was only one move, one fucking move needed to send thousands of vibrations from his pelvis to his stomach in less tan a second. Haganezuka gave in so quick that he laid down again, letting you do your thing as he hid his face from you. You would've laught if you had time, but now you had to give your baby what he was waiting for. You licked almost all of it a few times, you were going easy on him so he could get used to the feeling (and also because you liked hearing his little moans and whines).

—Do you like it, sweetie pie?— you asked inbetween kisses and licking.

—I... Yes, yes... please keep going— a smile painted your face as you heard him speak, feeling glad he was enjoying.

—Then get ready, this is only the beggining—

Afterwards, you got close again and introduced his cock slowly inside your mouth, using your tongue to moisten it as much a you could to make a better experience out of this. You heard an extended moan right afterwards, you could see Hotaru was feeling extremely sensitive for all the stimulation. You moved slowly at first, caressing his stomach with your hands to deepen his senses.

—Please... please, more, ah...— you felt your own stomach shrink from just hearing him beg and whine, your own pussy got wet just from it, you certainly had a domination fetish you could not deny.

And since you were willing to please, you only did what you were asked, moving your head up and down with more intensity everytime, gaining a whole album of moaning and pleading in exchange. There was a moment you felt your torax being squished by the swordsmith's legs out of pleasure. You reached a point were you could fit his cock entirely inside your mouth, making the man's whining only longer and louder, letting his domme know how good she was making him feel. Haganezuka's moans increased after a few seconds, nails digging into your head and his waist elevating a little from time to time to feel you even more. You could imagine he was close to his orgasm so you had the idea to pull apart and reach his face while grabbing his cock with your hand, stealing an exhasperation gasp from his mouth as you masturbated him.

—How's it going, sweetheart?— you asked as you smirked.

—I-I'm...! Ah! I'm so close...!—

—Oh, you are? Should I to do something about it?—

—Gah! Y-Yes! Please, I'm desperate!— he covered his eyes as he pleaded.

—That's what I thought, babyboy—

Your hand kept doing the same moves while your free hand wandered over Hotaru's lower abdomen, pressing gently on his pelvis, trying to stimulate the zone as much as possible. You heard a prolongued moan after a hot minute, you looked down and saw that viscous liquid coming out of your beloved swordsmith.

—Ou... already? You came so hard, baby— your flirty tone could tell you enjoyed every second of this moment.

But the man was too stunned to speak didn't respond, this confused you. You stared back at him, Hotaru was covering his eyes, you leaned over to move his hands and messy hair out of the way just to find he was crying while breathing heavily. You got shocked, you never made a partner cry before, was he okay?

—Hey, are you okay?— you asked while caresing his left cheek.

—That was... ah... amazing...— he couldn't even speak correctly, you left him out of air.

You smiled softly before giving him a sweet peck on the lips, you were so glad he enjoyed this moment with you.

—I'm glad, darling. I guess I left you too tired for a second round— you sighed and shrugged your shoulders, the poor guy just lost his virginity and was too exhausted to give you some pleasure, but you were okay with that, now you can ask for sexual encounters if Hotaru wanted to.

You stood up and looked for a tissue, you wouldn't be able to leave him all messed up over his futon, that would be cruel, so you got back to a little more recovered Haganezuka and started whipping his cum from his tummy. You suddenly felt his hand grab your arm firmly yet gently, you looked up just to encounter a very determined glare.

—Let's do it again— your mind went blank, did you hear correctly?

—Pardon?— you said, a little numb yet, it's not like you didn't want to, but you thought maybe he was too tired for another round, you maybe underestimated him.

—I said let's do it again, I'm not tired— his face turned red once again but his expression remained.

This was interesting, for the very first time, Haganezuka Hotaru would not be working at first light as everyone would originally expect, he would stay in bed with you, exploring this new world of dirty and lustful desires.

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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1.6k words of a fwb one shot. A hint of fluff and ever so slightly chaotic but above all smutty ✨

You'd sat up in a panic from an interruptive banging at your door. What time was it? You tap on your phone to see 3:27am. Absolutely not. You slip out of bed as the slamming of what sounds to be a fist bashing against the door frame, you can hear the brief noise of a familiar voice from the other side as you clamber down the stairs.

"Y/N, answer the fucking door noooooooow." Joe. One of your closest friends and known booty call whenever he felt like showing up for it.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head before you get to the door, the knocking commences. You say nothing but knock back through the other side, instant silence.

"Y/N? My darling? My everything?"

"Joseph." You speak out and you just hear this childish giggle leak out of his mouth.

"Let me in pretty please with a cherry on top, it's raining, it's cold, it's way past my bedtime."

Putting on the light, you grab your keys from the bowl situated on the table next to the front door, unlocking it and you move the door handle in unison. Joe stumbles through, tripping over his own two feet.

"If it's past your bedtime why aren't you going to your own bed Quinn?" You catch his arm to keep him steady, a slow yawn effecting your own balance from your only half conscious state.

"I like your bed better." Joe balanced himself against the wall, chuckling to his own response.

"You're obviously drunk, do you need some water? Something to eat?" You offered generously, you'd of kicked off if it were anyone else waking you up at this time, but Joe had some sort of free pass in which you enjoyed his company in any single form, at any time.

"I'm hungry, but not for food." Joe licked his lips, checking you out from the top of your head and down to your feet. You folded your arms, leaning against the wall next to him, a small smirk and a tilt of your head gave away that you knew exactly what he was insinuating.

Before you knew it, Joe had caged you between himself and the wall, his eyes looking shiny and starving, only one thing on his brain. Your core instantly ached for him, you knew he could give you what nobody else could, an astounding orgasm and then a good cuddle after it, where after that you'd go back to being your silly old selves, like nothing ever happened, you enjoyed it that way you understood each other's needs whilst maintaining the friendship you'd always had; it was perfect.

"Come on then, I'm waiting." You tapped your foot against the ground, catching him off guard, he brought his head down to look at the beat being created against your heel. You moved forward to clutch at the back of his curls, bringing his face back up to meet yours. The wicked smile that took over him, his hands found yours and slammed them back against the wall, holding you into place where you couldn't perpetuate control. His mouth was on yours in a flash, kissing you in the most desperate and sloppiest of ways, pushing himself up against you as you felt the already growing erection grind on your stomach.

His tongue pushed against your lips and you granted immediate access, he tasted like alcohol and cigarettes and your senses were addicted to the very scent of it all, his little moans in between the teeth clashing kisses, your mouths opening wider, heads tilting to the side so you could get as close as humanly possible.

Your hands were intertwined as you let a little squeeze, he let go and pulled down your pyjama shorts, falling to his knees and readying himself eagerly, licking his lips. Joe gripped at your leg, putting one over his shoulder so it spread you a little, his hands did the rest; extending your slit so all of your cunt was revealed to him. Licking a stripe from the bottom to the top, the tip of his tongue instantly finding your clit which sent bolts of electricity through your body, your hands promptly leaning a top of his head, ragging his hair toward you to silently communicate that you wanted more.

"Needy bitch." Joe muttered into you, making you bite down on your bottom lip. His mouth latching onto your sweet spot, sucking up your juices and humming along to the slick that coated his teeth. His tongue didn't stop flickering over your tingling bud, your head thrown back in utter bliss when you felt two fingers disappear up inside of you.

"Fuck me."

Joe let go a second, looking up to you with darkened eyes. "All in good time, I'm a little busy right now."

He moved his fingers in and out at an erratic pace, he knew you liked it rough, you loved the way he moved through you, hitting every spongy spot and making sure he wasted no part of his digits that fucked at your hole so intimately. His mouth went back to work, you lifted yourself, propping yourself against the wall, your other leg now joining his opposite shoulder, you wrapped them around his neck, wedged between the brick wall and Joe's face was a most comfortable and pleasurable place to be in. Another finger pushed it's way in, three of his fat fingers stretching out your tight little hole, preparing you for the end game.

You looked down to witness Joe take an almighty last slurp of your clit before staring back at you, his doe eyes gleaming your way.

"Look at you, all ready for this cock aren't you? You're so desperate to be fucked aren't you? My little slut."

You screeched, your body squirming, Joe adjusting himself so you could put all of your wight down onto him, your thighs were trembling so hard you couldn't contain them. He aimed his other hand at you, placing his thumb into his mouth before pressing it against your clit, rubbing sharply, fingers messily attacking you.

"Cum." You did, you cried out his name with brute force, it was all you could manage before your orgasm plummeted through the entirety of your body, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back into your head.

"Good fucking girl." Joe released his fingers from you, admiring the slick that coated him. Setting your feet back to the ground and being the one to keep you steady this time, Joe shoved his fingers into your mouth, watching you taste yourself with such admiration.

"What an obedient little slut you are for me." Joe smiled cheekily. "Aren't you?"

"Yes sir." That took him by surprise and you'd absolutely intended it to.

He pulled away from you, undressing himself and leaving a pile of clothes situated on your hallway floor, still losing his own balance slightly from the influx of alcohol which had rid him of his own self control.

"Bend over."

"You can't wait to get up-"

"Did I speak a different language? Bend over slut." Joe growled.

You managed a giggle before Joe handled you before you could move yourself. His hand pushed down against your back and your own hands steadied yourself up against the same part of the wall where your back was just pressed up.

"Perfect." Joe slapped his cock against your ass cheeks, spitting down onto his hand and lathering himself with his own saliva, lined himself up and pushed in the tip, inch by inch moving through you, your cunt clenching around him, caging it where it belonged. Joe's head was thrown back in ecstasy from his foreskin being pulled back from the friction.

"Oh fuck." He clenched his teeth, his fingers moulding into the skin of your waist from how hard he gripped. You moved yourself back to give him a sign that you wanted him to start moving, a sharp slap implanted onto your ass cheek before you could go back and fourth one more time.

"Alright greedy." Joe slammed into you with such stamina, his cock working rapidly to rail you close to your next orgasm. He was already leaking inside of you, the echoes of your unified moans in sync together so beautifully.

"Harder." You demanded, not that you couldn't already feel the severity of the way he fucked into you, you just wanted more. All you could possibly get from him in that single moment.

"What was that?" He'd heard you loud and clear, but the repetition was just so sexy to him.

"Harder!" You cried out and came all in the same breath.

"That's it, take this cock like only you know how."

It didn't take Joe long to falter to the edge, one last impenetrable thrust brought him to his own release. He halted into position, lips parted as a pornographic groan exhaled from vocal chords and straight out of his mouth like a prayer.

A more playful spank confirmed his satisfaction, making the both of you laugh, Joe pulled out, shaking himself off of the high he was still experiencing.

You turned to face him, high spirited grins at one another, your own perfectly imperfect friendship commenced.

"Are you joining me for a good old fashioned sleep sesh?" You picked up his clothes off the floor and pushed them to his chest.

"I believe I am, you in need of a big spoon?" You nodded to his offer, not that he'd be ever one to turn you down. He brushed past you in an excited way racing up the stairs, his naked ass jiggling along with every step he took.

"Hurry up then." Before you even got to the bottom step, he'd disappeared into your bedroom, you knew he'd be under the covers probably passed out before you'd even locked the door, turned the light off and got yourself upstairs. Typical.

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saintsir4n · 6 months

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6. HIS AND HERS

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

"HOW long have you been up?" Carson rasped, rubbing her fluttering eyes to stare up at him.

He shrugged, combing a hand through his messy curls, "Like an hour."

"So you've been watchin' me sleep? Creep."

Brian started laughing but didn't deny a thing. His sheets rested below his navel and reached over her body. Throughout the night, between their kissing and pillow talk, he received a few phone calls. She thought it was suspicious but decided not to question it, instead asking for a shirt to wear and another for her head, to prevent her hair from getting messy. Luckily he did and gave her a grey shirt to conceal her upper half and one to enclasp her relaxed strands. Brian was obsessed with how she looked in his clothes. Even when he woke up, he just admired her sleeping form.

"You looked peaceful, made me think how much I didn't wanna wake up to you."

Carson was blessing her lucky stars that whenever she blushed, it wasn't visible, but her smile exposed the effect his words had over her.

Brian noticed and attempted to kiss her but she pushed him back, "I need to brush my teeth." she whined.

"I don't care," he hushed her, but she didn't relent, gently pushing him away, unintentionally feeling his toned chest, "Alright, but lemme ask you somethin'."

She yawned, "What?"

"Do you regret last night? The date — pity date or whatever you wanna call it — the kiss or the sex?"

Carson immediately shook her head, stunned by the vulnerability in his tone. Brian was always so cocky, shameless, but not now.

"No, I don't regret it," she caught the questioning look in his eyes, "I'm being real pretty boy. I was actually comfortable for once," she let slip and had his full attention, with him leaning closer and eyes hardening, "Most of the time, I feel disconnected, like I'm not in the moment, just trying to focus on other things. I guess I was never comfortable."

"And you were with me?" he had to be sure.

A bashful smile tugged at her lips, "Yeah."

"Good," This time his lips met her forehead.

"Lemme ask you somethin'," he motioned for her to carry on, "Do you have another family? Like your phone was going off like crazy last night."

Brian let out an awkward chuckle, "I don't, I'm a busy guy that's all."

"A busy guy?"

"Next time I'll keep it off for you, so I won't stop you from gettin' your beauty sleep," He promised, smirking down at her.

"You stop me from gettin' my beauty sleep."

The pair started cracking up, Brian loved the ego boast and brought her closer to him, slipping his arm around her neck, so she could face him.

Suddenly a ring from her phone paused their conversation and when she went to lean over to the side table, she received a pointed look.

"What?" she rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to look at the name when she flipped open her phone, "Yo."

"You still out with the buster?" she sighed at Vince's rough voice, knowing it was loud enough for Brian to hear. The blonde was already glaring at her phone.

"You still in my business?"

Vince ignored her question, "Keke blabbed to Mia, who told Letty, she spilt to Dom and, Jesse and Leon overheard the conversation, they obviously told me."

"I get no privacy, I swear," she mumbled, hushing him but that didn't stop Brian from leaning in to hear.

"I'm worried Summer, I think blondie's a Cop."

Carson felt Brian stiffen and saw his face getting meaner.

"You're crazy."

Of course, she valued Vince's opinion but didn't want it to mess up something good.

"I know you trust him, but I'm not pullin' this out of my ass. How much do we know about him?"

She didn't want to think about it, "Enough Vince, just trust me on this."

She heard him huff, "Fine. Love you."

"Love you too"

The line cut and Brian tried to not seem affected when she turned back to him.

She sat up, "Bri –"

He groaned, "He's actin' like I'm gonna hurt you."

"He's family Brian, don't act like that," she couldn't help but get defensive.

"That guy hates me."

"He's being protective," she reiterated, trying to calm him down, but Brian just shook his head.

"He needs to relax."

Carson sighed, "He knows I get attached way too quickly, I can be naive sometimes and it's like other guys know that, and lie to me until I finally wake up. He just doesn't want that to happen again okay?"

She was met with a wordless nod and a look that she couldn't quite decipher.

Brian knew how protective everyone could be over Carson, hell, Dom threatened to break his neck if he broke her heart.

"But Vince got one thing right," she paused, feeling him tense again, "I don't know much about you."

Brian ran his hands over his face, frustrated that Vince was influencing how she viewed him.

"It's not like I don't wanna tell you," he started, voice cutting up slightly, causing her hand to rub slow circles over his lower back, "I wanna tell you, trust me I do, it's just – I've been through shit and I don't talk about it, ever. It doesn't come easy to me as it does you," she slowly nodded at him, but still wasn't sure, "Hey," he grabbed her hands, pressing kisses to them, "I trust you Sonny, but give me time."

"O-okay."

He let out a sigh of relief, and his lips trailed over her arms, some kisses lingered more than others. Neck kisses were his favourite, it drove them both mad.

Carson gasped, when he softly pushed her backwards, hovering over her.

"Oh shit," she giggled, feeling the crescent shapes on his back, she must've put them there the night before, "Sorry."

"Relax, I like it. It's hot, you're markin' your territory," He chuckled at the look on her face.

"My territory?"

"Yeah, now lemme mark you," he groaned when she pushed him back.

"Careful, you're not puttin' nothin' on my neck, maybe somewhere else," she said squinting her eyes, "Don't need more teasin' if the team see anythin' there okay, you went crazy on my twins last night," she motioned to her blotchy chest, making him smirk. "Ain't you tired?"

"No, and you weren't gentle either, pullin' my hair like I have plenty."

"Oh, these permed strands," she taunted, earning a scoff.

"I don't have a perm," he remembered how his childhood friend constantly talked about his hair as if it wasn't natural.

"You're a shitty liar."

"Yeah sure," he scooted off of her, checking the time, realsiing it was only 10 a.m.

"Spilner," Carson called out, checking her nails as he turned back to her, bringing her into a bare hug, making her squeal, "Didn't know you were obsessed with music," she noted his CD collection among the mountains of Harry's car merchandise last night but was drunk off his affection to ask.

"Doesn't everyone love music," he replied, "What's your favourite song?"

She whined, "It's kinda embarrassing."

He shrugged, trailing his hand over her waist, "Can't be worse than mine."

"What's yours?"

"'Everybody wants to rule the world' by Tears for Fears," he confessed and then she burst out laughing. Brain joined in, loving any and every sound she made.

"By that group in England? Damn, it's not a bad song but it's on theme for you," she bopped his nose before he swatted her hand away.

"Wow, screw you, what's yours? You gotta tell me know."

"'Lover, you should've come over' by Jeff Buckley," she mumbled, scrunching up her face when she spoke.

That surprised him, "Wait really?"

"Yeah, dorky right?"

Brian agreed, finding her choice of music precious and how her nose scrunched whenever she felt awkward, adorable.

"Nah, that's a slammin' song my mom was obsessed with him," he blurted, surprised he was telling her more about his background.

"I usually just tell people it's an Aaliyah song, don't get me wrong I love my girl," she gesticulated, "but the way Buckley sings that song just does somethin' to me."

She even had his last album in her car, she would play it whenever she felt down, well that was before her stereo stopped working.

He slowly began to grin, "Oh yeah like what?"

"Make my heart flutter I dunno," she trailed off recognising the look in his eyes as he leaned in.

His nose nudged hers, as his hand caressed her face.

"This makin' your heart flutter?"

Carson wordlessly nodded, letting her lips finally connect with his.

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Brian eventually took Carson downstairs to Harry's to pick up some new rims and a new Stereo for the car, Jesse said he was gonna help her with some of the mechanics the next day in preparation for Street Wars whilst she bought the paint but wanted to apply it on her own.

After that, they took a detour and went back to her place, luckily she didn't have work on Saturdays and he didn't have to help Dom for another hour or two.

He didn't let go of her hand when they made it back into her apartment and jumped into the shower alongside her, claiming that he wanted to save water.

He left her after 10 minutes and when he entered her room again his eyes wandered around, pink and black themed as expected. Pictures of the team cluttered parts of the walls, some of Keelie and a few of whom he believed to be her dad. He caught the similarities, softly smiling at the framed picture of her when she was a kid looking up at her dad with a toothy smile, she hasn't changed, he thought.

"Still creepin' I see," she said, returning to her room, fully clothed in a fit he couldn't help but lick his lips at. The blonde still had to put his shirt back on but she wasn't complaining.

"You looked cute."

Her grin faltered for a second, seeing what was in his hands but she recovered quickly, "Well it's me what do you expect?"

Brian put the frame down and approached her, "You look beautiful."

He checked her out a couple of times, before kissing her.

"We should go, do somethin' before you leave," Carson went to take his hand but he latched him onto her exposed waist.

"Baby, I think we should relax for a second," he said lowly, pulling her to his chest. "Just like we did in the shower."

She was cheesing like crazy. "You callin' me baby now?"

"Get used to it," he grinned, "So what do you say? Wanna relax?"

"Only for 20 minutes," she squealed when he untied her bandana tee, letting it fall to the floor.

His tongue swiped against his mouth, "30."

Carson breathlessly agreed, "30."

They didn't leave her room for an hour and when they did they met with an annoyed Keelie who was in the living room glaring at the pair... couple? Who knew?

"Shit I didn't know you were home," Carson neglected to notice the keys out in the bowl by the door.

"Shut the salon earlier, wanted to get some sleep, but damn, and next time you wanna rock the bed, give me a heads up," Keelie cast a sarcastic smile and picked up the remote.

"Oh god," Carson's hands concealed the embarrassment on her face, she felt Brian laugh from beside her.

Keelie tutted, "Nasty people."

"Sorry, Keke!" Brian couldn't stop laughing, "We didn't ruin your Project Runway viewin' right?"

"Get outta here."

"We can't stay?" Carson whined, pulling Brian onto the couch with her. Keelie sighed with a smile. "He wants to stay a while."

"I bet he does " Keelie resumed her programme, ignoring how the blonde wrapping an arm around her friend. He was all up over her, kissing and whispering things in her ear. "If you're gonna stay, keep that nastiest to yourself." She jabbed a finger in Brian's direction, "I'm talkin' to you, Kevin Costner."

"Yeah, I'll try," Brian chuckled.

"We gotta bounce, in 20 but I gotta know who's makin' the cut this week," Carson said, watching the show.

The vibe was tight, they were all getting along and even Keelie and Brian refrained from cursing the other out.

The Dixon woman could see how infatuated they were with each other. The touches, the smiles, the looks. It was straight outta some romcom she couldn't stomach seeing.

But all that ended when they got up, said their goodbyes and left.

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The wind blew through the windows of the truck Brain drove, moving a few of Carson's relaxed strands making her tuck them behind her ear as she checked herself out in the mirror. She glared when she caught a few love bites on her neck but he cockily smiled at her and drove a bit faster.

His right hand rested and occasionally squeezed her thigh, he knew it drove her crazy so he kept doing it. She's sensitive and responsive, he concluded that last night and did everything to learn her body, her quips, charms, the shit that made her tick and smile.

"You think Dom's gonna flip if I'm late?" Brian wondered, glancing between the open road and Carson.

She turned to him, "Not if you say were with me. Besides, he gets distracted with Letty sometimes."

He pulled a face, "You don't distract me. I wanna give you my attention."

He stared at her a bit longer than he should've, there was no traffic but so wasn't so trusting of LA.

She nudged him, "Keep your eyes on the road, pretty boy."

He sped up, "You scared?"

Carson shifted, the hand resting on her thigh tightened and everything blurred around her.

"No, I'm not scared," she replied, lying her ass off, locking her eyes with his.

"You trust me?" He asked, remembering when she said the same thing the night of her win.

"I do." Carson wasn't lying this time, she really did trust him.

He pulled his hand off her thigh and shifted gears, pressing his foot down harder on the gas.

His eyes deepened into hers, he didn't dare to take his eyes off of her.

Carson's heart was practically beating out of her chest, from his wild stare and the adrenaline pumping through her veins. He kept going faster and faster and faster, it's like she was walking on clouds... a very dangerous cloud but she felt serene.

They abruptly came to a stop at the red light, making her laugh into her hands which put a smirk on his lips.

"Fuck..." she couldn't believe what happened, "Who taught you that?"

"You questionin' my game?" Brian caved at the pointed look he received, "An old friend." Roman, Carson's heated stare made him raise a brow, "What?"

When the lights turned green he drove around the corner.

"Park up," Brian complied at her request, knowing this was going.

The moment the car stopped Carson didn't hesitate to climb over the gear stick and onto his lap, straddling him.

With one hand on her waist, Brian quickly put on the stereo before, looking up at her with a satisfied grin.

"That got you going huh?" he joked, glad he pulled up onto a vacant street.

"For once, don't talk," Carson hushed him, pulling off her top and combing her hands through his curls. Brian looked at her like she was a goddess, eyes hooded and lips parted, "Watch me as I make you two hours late."

As her hands moved further down his torso a song started to play, Differences by Ginuwine. It boomed through the speakers pulling the couple further into their sensual bubble.

Dom would have to wait.

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a/n:

oooo, they're taking it!

no, but seriously, i loved writing this chapter. it was chill and laid back, well apart from vince's warning and the fact everyone was gossiping about them. i mean you can't blame vince for being protective but carson doesn't wanna listen right now. she's eating pasta and lobster... so why would she?

also, her car's getting there. all the changes will be done soon and I'll make sure to leave a link to what i imagine her car will end up looking like.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #brian and sonny #sonnybaker #brian o’conner x carson baker #brianoconnerfanfic #brian o’conner x black!reader #brian o’conner #brian o’conner x reader #brian oconner #fastandfurious #fast and the furious #y2k #2001 #racer #black racer #brian o’conner smut #brian O’Conner nfsw

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2smolbeans · 9 months

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A Lawerence Oleander Scenario I Thought Of....

Tags: Just a general shitpost written with detail, forced drugging, Lawerence has a disgusting diet according to the canon, sensory torture, kidnapping, and implied abuse.

Summary: Lawerence's diet is so nasty, Mc literally dies from shock.

*This is unedited

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Your body was trembling, stomach reching, throat tightening, and head spinning. You could feel every sweat droplet that rolled down the sides of your forehead. Your senses were heightened to the point that even feeling of your legs touching together drove you insane. Everything was painful for you at that moment. You were sensitive to the littlest of sounds and touch. But still, Lawerence paid no mind but to keep you tied up naked with nothing but your underwear on that godamn uncomfortable rigid chair.

What the hell did he put in that tea? What type of forbidden drug did he decide to force into your system? All these questions formed into your head as you watched Lawerence prepare his tools for his 'personal project'. You felt sick to your stomach as you watched him place down that same blood-stained bucket. You scoffed to yourself as you even saw the same old knife that he decided to cut your body with when you were first kidnapped in his dingy apartment. Huh..Now that you realised it, how long had you been here for?

All your thoughts were cut off as Lawrence stood in front of you, shyly clearing his throat as he didn't dare to make eye contact.

"Uhmn..So..How are you feeling?"

You didn't even want to hear his voice. Plus, it's not like he's oblivious or stupid to know whatever fucking drug he decided to put inside you was a living sensory hell.

"A-Ah..Okay..I see..Well I'm gonna continue alright? You know the drill"

You hated how shy and cowardly this psychopath acted. How bashful he was to look into your eyes, how nervous he was doing the deed. If he was going to kill you or torture you, why is he acting as if your the one forcing him?!

You felt your heart beat faster and faster as you grew more agitated, the effect on the drug doubling with every minute. God, you could feel yourself heating up, your body aching in every area. He really wanted you to feel every cut, didn't he? Lawerence so desperately wanted you to feel every of your senses heightened so that every inflicted pain he put on you was worse, right?

That fucker. You thought to yourself bitterly.

But as you closed your eyes, preparing for Lawerence to cut open those old scars that were barely healing- you heard a low rumble coming from behind. Moreover, coming from Lawerence.

"Oh..I guess I forgot to eat..Give me a moment. S-Sorry.."

And before you knew it, he scrambled towards the fridge, quickly grabbing an oily brown bag before setting it down next to the small stand up table he had. You turned your head as your eyes dilated at the sight.

Holy fucking shit. What the fuck?

You nearly puked at the smell when Lawerence began to unravel what was inside the fast food bag. You wanted to look away, but at the same time you couldn't. You had to watch. There was no way he was going to eat that right? You assumed by the texture the bag itself, how wet, crumpled and oily it was- it had to be from a gas station or from a dumpster.

Taking out the contents of his meal, unwrapping the white tinfoil sandwich, he held it with his hand. Your eyes wavered in pure agony as you saw Lawerence take a bite out of the mystery food. The sandwich looked to be a week old, it could barely even stand up, seemingly drooping to the point Lawerence had to resort to eating the cursed substance with two hands.

The sandwich was extremely flattened and slightly molded, letting out a putrid smell that you could only describe as a 'medicine smell' to it. Your eyes were watering as your nose whiffed in the smell, so you resorted to breathing through your mouth.

Lawerence for sure wouldn't take another bite would he? You hoped, fearing for your captors safety as even you wouldn't wish your enemies to consume this type of FDA biohazard.

But no. The fucker decided to make a feast out of the resident evil 7 burger combo. Taking out fries that were green and soggy and putting them into his mouth to chew.

You cringed internally as you could hear how wet and mushy the fries were. Fries are not supposed to be soggy and juicy? Why..? You were at a loss for words as Lawrence looked at you, putting the molded sandwich to your mouth, asking if you also wanted a bite. Immediately you shook your head no, nearly screaming as you felt the moist mold touch your lips.

Every crunch, slurp, and ridiculous loud moist chewing you had you crying softly. Tears were now fully rolling down your eyes, your face red and scrunched up, as you were now overstimulated by Lawerence's disgusting diet. You've seen him eat before, and sure it was the typical low grade food. But with the drugs making every sense heightened, and the fact that Lawerence on this special occasion decided that having a slimy, molded, green sandwich- made you beyond sick.

As Lawrence was finally finished with his meal, taking one last bite of the burger before stuffing one last green frie inside his mouth- you felt the bile go up your throat as you heard him swallow.

It was too much, you couldn't take it anymore. Your senses now spinning with despair and disgust, you passed out cold on the chair. Your head slumping down, the tears on your cheek still fresh.

Lawerence, who was now cleaning up his finished meal, looked at you in pure confusion.

".. Maybe the drug was too strong?"

Hours passed, and you never woke up. You ended up dying from the shock and trauma from the whole ordeal...

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#boyfriend to death #Lawerence Oleander #btd lawrence #btd headcanons #btd shitpost #Lawerence oleander x reader #no cause if this mf were to eat infront of me I'd throw up #btdgame #gatobob #lawerence oleander

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tornedheart · 1 year

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I came for the pleasure, but I stayed (yes, I stayed for the pain)

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, ironborn culture, noncon, forced marriage.

This is very much inspirited by a concept in one of @missglaskin works. (Check her writing, she is fantastic!)

Theon Greyjoy had always kept the childish dream that one day Ned Stark would marry him to his daughter. He had longed for you for years, in the start he could call it an infatuation, maybe a bit of puppy love, his despair for being accepted, to be a part of a family.

Then he got older, and his feelings did have a change. He gave another name to them: desire. It is the curse of every man to desire something that is hard to obtain, something kept protected from them. That it was for this reason that his thoughts lingered on you more than in his usual whores. The fact that they tended to look like you was just a coincidence.

And it took a bit longer than it probably should for him to realize that lust was not a concept that engulfed the entirety of what he felt. Lust was there, this certainly couldn't be denied, but it wasn't all that it was.

That the way he wants to bottle your laugh, keep it just for him to bash himself in it, even more to be the reason why this marvelous sound is coming out of you, is more than just a side effect of him wanting to fuck you.

That maybe the way he longs to bury his hands in your hair, to twirl the strands in his fingers, to discover if it is as soft as it looks.

Lust is a more comfortable feeling to admit, with so fewer possibilities of him being hurt, of it biting him back.

But time passes and the longing doesn’t fade, Theon is no fool, and a man can only keep himself in denial for some time.

He will call it an infatuation, it will take some years before he musters enough courage to do so, and it should be shocking, if you understood the way he feels about his emotional strings with anything related to the house Stark, that he cedes enough to admit it.

But what good does it do for him to admit it?

To accept that he covets something that he won't be allowed to have?

It marks all of his actions towards you, the way that he knows it would be denied to him, and yet he refuses to accept it, there is a craving in each word he says to you. A longing to take you in, to have more and more small bits of you.

It scratches the itch for quite some time, stealing moments and pretending to not see the disapproval in your mother's eyes when she catches the two of you — also pretending that the look doesn't provoke a very ugly feeling in him, he’s a prince of a Great House, he shouldn't be looked down upon.

And it may have been the reason why he allows himself to be more bold, to soothe the rage it brings, he's just taking what he wants, so he lets his hands graze upon places he knows he shouldn't, he stays closer than it is right, and he talks about topics that would be less than recommended.

The way a dark emotion coils inside him every time your attention diverges from him, how he hates when the king's entourage comes, your focus being stolen from him.

Yet so much happiness comes to him when they go away, now you don't have your sisters, nor father, he is almost shining with the spaces it opens in your life.

However, tragedies come, first with Ned's death and then with Robb's path to war, and there he has you all lonely and sad, only to be sent to the Iron Isles to talk with his father.

How much doesn't he think of stealing you, to take you as his, to make you his salt wife — and the way he thinks the position of a rock wife would be even more suitable to you, but it's not like it would be possible —, yet no opportunity comes to him and for so he leaves you there.

Balon Greyjoy is what truly seals your fate, how many writers and bards before had told the tales of the before unthinkable things men did when their prides were stricken.

What they do when they feel doubted.

So he takes Winterfell, so few defenses were there, with all the forces centered around Robb, it is so strangely easy.

And you are there.

In a conquered Winterfell, with no one able to say no to him.

So there is a spring in his step while he searches for you, Maester Luwin has the look of someone who is understanding what is going to happen, yet his pleads fall in deaf ears, Theon has already awaited enough, it's time for him to take what he had ached for so long.

The smile that finds a place in his face when his eyes land on you, trembling and scared, is one that almost serves as a perfectly clear warning.

It is clear enough for you to try to run at least.

But unfortunately the strength of a frightened highborn lady does not make a good match to the one of a man seeing a prize coveted for so long in the reach of his hands.

You should consider what he does as a very generous gift. He could have just taken you there. No one would be able to stop him.

Yet here he is, marrying you before doing anything, which may relate a bit to the fact that it just fortifies his claim of Winterfell or the way it could be held against you if anything happened.

The glint of malice that shines in his voice as he tells you that is one you could almost be blinded by. Theon always had this bit of a sadist side of his, something that every Ironborn seemed to have, now is the time it shines in all of its glory.

But it still should be seen as a gift that he waits to enter your now shared chambers — the ones who belonged not so long ago to the previous lord and lady of Winterfell — to initiate anything really serious.

There is an eagerness in his behavior, the way his hands roam almost frantically, wanting to be everywhere at once, not knowing where to start, that should be a reason to worry.

A night can be quite long, after all.

#yandere asoiaf #asoiaf x reader #got x reader #yandere theon greyjoy #yandere game of thrones #theon greyjoy x reader

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ameliaalvarez06 · 2 years

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The Look

Jack x reader

Summary: Jack gives you the look while performing his little dance during his grammy performance and you make sure to let him know it had an effect on you.

A/N: Haven’t written anything in a long ass time so this is ehh.

You walk into Jacks dressing room as Metta finished fixing up his suit for his performance. You hadn’t had the chance to see each other in about a week so you had promised to sneak your way backstage to have a minute with him before he went out to perform. He turned to you once he saw you leaning on the doorway admiring him.

“Hey baby” he said as he stepped away from Metta to go properly greet you.

“Hey” you says as you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a quick peck on the lips.

“Meet you out there in 10” Metta tells Jack as she waves you a goodbye and makes her way out to give you two a few minutes alone. You wave back then turn your attention back to Jack once she was out the door.

“You look good” you tell him as you look him up and down.

“Could say the same about you” he says as he steps aways to give you a spin stopping when your back was facing him. “Damn I’m one lucky fella” he say admiring your ass in your tight dress and giving it a quick squeeze.

“Stop” you say turning around, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. You feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles seeing you get all flustered over his gesture.

“You nervous?” you ask pulling away to look up at him.

“I’m not gonna lie I’m feeling the same way I did the first day I laid eyes on you and every other time I see you. Feel butterflies in my stomach… and my balls. I swear they drop a little every time ” he chuckles.

“You’re an idiot, I thought you where finally gonna say something sweet without adding some corny or dumb shit” you laugh.

“No but for real I am a little nervous but luckily imma have you front row, all I gotta do is keep my eyes on you” he says

“I better be the only one you’re looking at.. let me catch you with your eyes on someone else” you tell him jokingly in a stern tone.

Knock Knock

“Come in” Jack said.

“Sorry to interrupt Mr.Harlow but you’re on in 5, we should start making our way over. you ready?” one of the stage workers poked his head through the slightly opened door.

“As ready as could be” he gave the worker a grin.

“Alright good luck, baby. If you do good I’ll make sure to reward you tonight” you whisper the last part for only him to hear.

He gives you a smirk and a quick peck.

“Alright, I’ll see your little toxic ass out there” he tells you jokingly while making his way out the room.

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During the performance

“My track record so clean. They couldn't wait to just bash me. I must be gettin' too flashy. Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (woo)”

As soon as you heard Jacks voice, you eagerly looked for him on stage. You loved watching him perform, it came so naturally to him. It was honestly even a turn on seeing him up there. Once he reached the front of the stage he scanned the front row in search of you. Once he spotted you, his eyes locked on yours and a bigger grin appeared on his face.

“It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay. And these girls know that I'm nasty (mm). I sent her back to her boyfriend. With my handprint on her ass cheek”

Jack pretended to give back shots and that really did something to you; the fact that you hadn’t been with him in over a week due to his busy schedule was no help. You crossed your legs which didn’t go unnoticed by Jack; he sent you a smirk and his signature look, knowing it would send you. His performance was coming to an end and just when you thought he was gonna leave the stage; he turns around and joins Nas in another little dance. You knew Jack could dance but he rarely did so, seeing him up there with his moves just put you even more in the mood. You new it was going to be a long night since you wouldn’t be able to get him alone until tonight. Even then you knew it would probably be too late once you guys made it home, so your only chance would be to get him to leave the after party early.

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At the after party

Just like you had thought you hadn’t been able to have one moment alone with Jack since before his performance. Currently you sat at table with some coworkers discussing upcoming projects you guys had. You honestly weren’t paying much attention as you were distracted by Jack who stood across the room talking with Drake and some other colleagues. He had removed his jacket and his black button up now had a few buttons undone. Jack felt your hard stare on him so he looked up to send you a quick smile and a smirk, he knew how you were feeling and he enjoyed teasing you. You had finally had enough and you knew it was time to try to get him to go home.

you: fuckk you look fine af

jack: don’t play with me

you: i’m not you’re fr making me feel some type of way right now 😩

jack looks up at you from across the room looking you up and down as you cross you legs over and you give him the look

jack: can’t tell if you’re serious or you’re just fucking with me

you: i’m not playing and you know that, you’ve been teasing me this whole time.

jack: I really don’t know what you’re talking about

you: whatever act dumb but i’m not playing; I wanna go home! the things I would do to you right now if I could 🧎‍♀️

jack: ma i’m serious don’t mess with me like that

you: i’m serious too, I want nothing else than to be on my knees for you right now, that little dance you did when performing omfg 🤤

you: it just did something to me, can we just go home please.

You look up once more to continue giving jack the look since you knew he couldn’t resist it but he wouldn’t look your way.

you: look at me 😭

jack: no because imma get bricked up and I still can’t leave

you: pleaseeee

jack: love when you get all needy

you: you’re so annoying

jack: just give me an hour baby; swear i’m all yours after that. I’m sure you can wait an hour, right?

you: whatever take your time, i’m not even in the mood anymore (you lied)

An hour later…

“You ready to go, ma” Jack sneaks up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“yeah” you say looking up at him forcing a smile as you were still annoyed and really frustrated.

You both go around saying your goodbyes. Once you guys made it into the car, Jack closed the partition and tried sitting you on his lap but you quickly slid off.

“I told you i’m not in the mood anymore J” you rolled your eyes.

“you sure” Jack moved his hand up and down you thigh.

“don’t act like you don’t want it” he hushed in your ear while gripping your thigh

you held in your moan as you moved his hand away once more. you were too petty to give in right away; you had to get back and tease him the way he had teased you.

“stop acting like a brat” he said.

“i’m not” you turn to him.

“yes you are” he leans to whisper in your ear “and it’s really turning me on” he says as he starts nipping on your neck trying to find your sweet spot. you couldn’t help but moan this time.

“uhh why do you have to be so fucking unresistible” you whine as you straddle his lap.

“I am?” he chuckles

“mhm” you say as you slam you lips on his. Jack grips your hips as you start to grind yourself on him. You pull away and you push yourself off, getting on your knees. You start kissing his bare chest making your way down as you unbutton the rest of his shirt. Once you reached the end you look up at him as you begin to balm him through his jeans and mess with his belt buckle. He grabs your face and proceeds to stick two fingers into your mouth. You slowly begin to suck on his fingers making sure to not break eye contact, he looks at you with hooded eyes and his breathing begins to speed up. You then stop what you’re doing and sit back in your seat.

“why’d you stop” Jack whined.

you ignored him and proceed to press the button that allowed you to speak to the driver.

“hello sir, would you be able to tell us our estimated time of arrival?” you asked.

“yes, it is about an hour right now” he said.

“sounds perfect, thank you”

“no problem” he replied.

“I think I want to wait till we get home; just to be more comfortable. I’m sure you can wait an hour, right?”

Jack turned to you with an annoyed yet amused look on his face.

“you’re gonna fucking get it when we get home” he said through gritted teeth.

“can’t wait!“ you smiled at him.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x you #jack harlow imagine

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psychologicalwarclaire · 4 days

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Asking some writers/artists I follow:

Is there anything in your fic/comic that you as the author know about, but won't end up in the actual story?

There is. a lot.

Spoilers for Spider's Web With Strings Attached (and a really long rant) below the cut

When she took Donnie's mask after Heinous Green bashed his head in, she kept it in her vault in case she needed to perform some sort of magic that required his DNA some day.

Big Mama never intended for Donnie to die.

That being said, she still recorded and sold copies of Donnie's death. It's her most sold recording ever.

Viper requested to fight Leo. Big Mama only agreed if she kept him alive and able to fight.

Like she got the orb that she captured all of New York in from Draxum, Big Mama got the spider brooches from Draxum many years ago. She only had two; she was lying about the other two for Raph and Mikey.

Before he knew where the twins were, Mikey kept having visions of them fighting people and getting hurt. He thought they were just nightmares.

Heinous Green was in the arena because Big Mama often partners with the Hidden City police. Criminals can work of time by serving the community. In this case, they serve the community by providing entertainment Roman Coliseum style.

Big Mama's family introduced arena fights to the humans.

There was going to be a fight where Tyrian fought a scorpion and writhed with agonizing poison for a chapter, but I forgot about it until it was too late to add it -_-

Raph and Mikey's arena names would have been Rouge and Terracotta.

Big Mama was panicking the majority of the fic. Because she kidnapped them very illegally, she had to manage their food, housing, medical care, and fight arrangements herself so none of the people who normally do that (legally) would get suspicious. Honestly, Big Mama didn't expect them to become SO well loved, and then worried about keeping audience interest by putting the twins in harder fights, but not killing off her greatest assets. She, like everyone else, thought that Leo would snap first. When Donnie snapped first and proved to be a very effective killer, some of the audience grew worried about what was happening behind the scenes and raised questions Big Mama couldn't answer. Panicking, she set up the death bracket, hoping that becoming the champion would turn public opinion of Tyrian positive again. She miscalculated, and Donnie died. She also didn't intend for Leo to get mixed up in the bracket. A LOT of people lost a LOT of money, and her stocks dropped. At that point, it became less about business and money making and much more about getting revenge via torture. By the time she offered Astros the 'out' that was one final fight, she was stressed out of her mind with upholding her reputation. Had Leo been in his right mind, he would have seen how much she was unraveling.

Todd turned his non profit lemonade into a fundraiser to find the twins back when they were first missing. There were a LOT of posters and Big Mama had a FIELD DAY trying to take them all down.

Mikey and Raph tried for DAYS to get the trackers back online, but it never worked.

After hearing that Donnie had died, Hypno, Warren, Meat Sweats, and Repo got together and made the Hamatos a gift basket.

April is failing most of her classes right now.

At some point during the recovery arc, Donnie snuck out to secretly turn every blinking red light in the Lair green. You know exactly why.

Raph was wrong when he said crime had been way down since the invasion. Casey Jr had been handling it without anyone knowing. The Purple Dragons hate him a lot now.

Draxum learned slang words from school, but April taught him what they meant

#those are the ones off the top of my head #i might mention them at some point but for now consider these headcanons from the author #writing #my writing #behind the scenes #fanfiction #swsa #rottmnt fanfic swsa #asks #cookie crumbs

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hanayori89 · 6 months

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Seek and You Shall Find

*Castle Town*

The sound of the straw broom scraping against the wooden floor made your toes curl. You stopped, displaying a dramatic shiver from the scraping noise. Telma continued to wipe down tabletops. She turned to peak at you once she realized the calming tempo of the sweeping from behind her had stopped.

"Y/N, there's heaps more work to be done. Are you sure you're not hungry?" It was eight a.m. The bar was set to open at eleven. Thank Hylia; Telma had shown up a few minutes past seven. You were grateful that you could resume your role as a counterfeit Hylian without suspicion.

You had paid Telma 20 rupees last night for lodging. You were grateful to have a warm bed to curl up in, but you still couldn't help but fight against the insecurity of what came next. If your pride kept you away from Link, where would you stay? How would you eat? All of these things would add up monetarily. You realized you took Link's hospitality for granted. In the midst of your worries, you took notice of Telma. You watched as she single-handedly managed to tidy up and fulfill patron requests. She does all this alone. What an extraordinary woman!

She skipped around tables, gleefully filling glasses with sweet mead while clearing plates. That was until someone stood abruptly, backing their chair straight into Telma's waist, causing her to release a stack of plates from the tray she held. They slid off the tray one by one. Each crash was louder than the last. Her annoyance was neatly tucked behind a patient gaze at the shattered porcelain circling her feet. You swiftly turned around, observing the bar for something you could aid her with. There, you saw a broom and a dustpan that would clean up the debris.

Without asking permission, you simply grabbed the items from behind the bar. You kept your head to the mess of porcelain on the floor as you began to aid Telma. "Well, you may be bashful, but you're quite considerate. Awfully fast too. Maybe I ought to forgo the 20 rupees and offer you a job." If she was joking, your lack of laughter told her you didn't view it as such. If you worked for her, it would give you an allowance and board. But the ferocious beast known as pride seemed to threaten your lips from opening and inquiring more. Had you always been so proud? Even in the Realm of Twilight? Or was this another unsavory effect of the light? You thought of Link's remark when you helped him work on Fado's ranch. He had called it "hubris."

Now you stood amongst the broken porcelain that somehow looked like it was in better condition than your life. It was when you paid Telma for your room that she took notice of the threadbare satchel you withdrew from your pocket. She held the 20 rupees in her hand, massaging them in thought.

"You know, I could use some help around here. And it seems..." Telma's smile warmed you from within. Almost in the same manner as being in Link's arms did. "It seems you could use some help too."

"What would you have me do?" Your question came out a bit too eagerly.

Telma gave you a reassuring chuckle. "Clean. Fill mugs with mead. Keep your pretty little wits about you and your outside prettier yet. The tips will come flooding in if you work here with that face of yours." Telma interjected, "I mean, I'm not going to have you do anything I wouldn't do. I'm just saying to smile a little more and hand out drinks. You do that for me, and I'll give you a place to rest your head. And then some."

"I can do that."

"You can? Child, I said smile a little more!" Telma teased.

You felt a small curve make its way to your lips. It might not have been genuine, but it was the closest you'd been to smiling since your conversation with Midna.

And so it was; you were officially employed within the light. Telma brought a uniform you could wear. You were grateful it wasn't as sultry as hers. It had crisp, white peasant sleeves that you pulled up to your elbows. The bodice was corseted, its alluring purple laced with gold ribbon. The godet skirt matched your bodice, hugging you respectfully yet providing comfort.

Telma's eyes lit up when she saw you in it. "Tsk, tsk. I could put you in a brown bag, and the boys would still salivate over you. I was right to choose purple. Does wonders for your e/c eyes."

All the compliments you received in the light never compared to the way Link's eyes seemed to pool around you.

You missed Link dreadfully. Missing someone was the most wretched feeling. Sure, you did miss Midna slightly. But it was nothing compared to the anguish of missing Link. The void of his absence threatened to swallow you from within. The light seemed to lose its appeal without him by your side. You knew of him through passed-down teachings. But in the flesh, you only knew him for a fleeting amount of time. How had you existed prior to when Link was nothing more than a legend? Now he was so real, and with that realness, the most authentic emotions you could experience within this realm. Emotions you only read about in books.

But we could never be. Not only were you a Twili, but you were the daughter of Zant. Not only was Link a Hylian, but a soon-to-be wed one at that. Conversion wouldn't change where you came from or where he was headed. From a story he came, to a story he will return. The woeful thought began to cloud your features.

Telma buzzed in your ear from beside you. "Is it a boy making you frown like that? "

"What! No, no, I was just lost in my head. I-"

"Save it, Y/N. I know when it's about a boy." Telma began to gently finger-comb your h/c tousled tresses. She took a section from atop your head and secured it back with a pin. She gently pulled whisps of hair from your forehead to frame your face. The careful way she tugged each piece of hair strategically loose made your heart surge with longing. You never had someone style your hair. Why had this woman chosen to display such generosity towards you? An overwhelming urge to impart all your insecurities plaguing you came to the surface.

You broke her concentration with a blurt, "It is a boy. I suppose I never felt this way before. I'm not sure what to do with it."

"Have you told him?" Telma took her fingers and began to massage your scalp. You couldn't help but let your head fall backward in delight. The tension was melting out of you, along with your secret.

"I haven't. He is to be wed." The gloom in your voice was transparent.

"To be is the operative statement. He isn't wed yet. Now, I am a lady of character. I'm not suggesting you break up an engagement. But I'm also in belief with the idea that honesty is the best policy. I feel like you wouldn't live with yourself if you didn't tell him the truth. Great love is worth great risk." Telma continued her massage crusade on your scalp.

She giggled at your apparent pleasure. "Now this may feel good, but what I'm doing is giving your hair some volume. You need to stop being a wallflower. Sunflowers surpass the growth of other flowers, and so should you." She pushed you back, taking in her work.

"There. Now you look like the new face of this bar. No man will be able to resist you. Not even yours."

"Tell me how you feel."

Chills cascaded down your spine as you remembered your dream of Link. The way his lips seemed to savor every kiss of your flesh. How slow and purposeful he kissed. Dutiful. Didn't he say he wanted to love without being bound by duty? I don't think he knows how.

The reminiscence of the dream took your breath away. Your reverie was interrupted by an unwelcome image of Ilia shoving her lips upon Link's. In a way, you were becoming grateful for the horrid flashbacks. It helped keep you grounded.

You knew you were running from who you truly were. But when it came to the Hero of Twilight, you weren't sure if being Zant's daughter was the real reason you were avoiding him. Or was it the fact that you wanted him in a way that was verboten?

You knew you would have to swallow your pride and seek him out eventually.

A little inkling of hope crackled inside of you.

Unless he seeks me out first.

All the citizens' eyes seemed to gravitate toward Link as he walked the streets of Castle Town. His endeavor was nothing short of serious, and so it called for him to dress in the appropriate attire. His green tunic, which never failed to command attention wherever he went.

Nods of acknowledgment could be seen in many of the faces Link met as he patrolled the streets. He kept his expression stern yet open. He had walked past the ice cream shoppe where Aryn worked. The snake wasn't there.

Link's eyes wildly scanned the crowd for his smug little face. As well as for any glimpse of Y/N.

She should be back in this realm by now.

Zelda said she may avoid him for a bit upon hearing the news of her genealogy. If she wasn't in Castle Town, the only other place she could be was Lake Hylia. To his knowledge, she hadn't seen any other locations in Hyrule.

Worry was burrowed deep within Link, and his nerves pinched in tension. Y/N, wherever you are, please return to me safely. Please come home. Link tensed as he realized he mentally referred to her "home" as his own. But from his miserable night of sleep, Link gathered one conclusion. Y/N was the first person to make his house feel more like a home and less like a dwelling. Even if they slept on different levels, he had the comfort of knowing she was simply upstairs. Now she was out there, somewhere in Hyrule. With Hylia knows who or what, and if she was in danger.

Link continued onward, lost inside the tormenting abyss of his mind. When he noticed a familiar face on the sidewalk. It was Telma. She leaned against the window; a cigarette perched between her fingers.

"Telma! I thought you were dropping that habit." Link remarked as he approached her.

"Well, what are we wearing today? What's going on, Link? From the looks of that outfit, something more serious than a tired old woman having a smoke."

"More or less. I'm actually looking for Aryn, who works at the ice cream shoppe down the street. Are you familiar with him?"

Telma took a long drag on her cigarette. She stared blankly at the ringlets of smoke that had escaped her lips. "Aryn? That little punk who goes after helpless girls? Better keep him away from my new employee. She's a looker. To answer your question, no. But if I see him, I'll send him your way."

Link scoffed, "Don't bother. If that boy could gallop like Epona, he'd do just that to escape me. You have a new hire? About time you got some help."

Telma threw her cigarette on the ground, smashing the butt with her foot. "She's a good one, Link. Though if I don't get back inside, I may scare her off. Good luck on your search. Stop by sometime. I don't see that fine face of yours often now that we live in this era of peace."

"Thanks, Telma. I will." Link gave her a terse wave. As he began to continue his search, Telma called behind him. "Link? How's Ilia? The wedding is soon, isn't it?"

Link was glad he was turned around. Telma was one to say what was on her mind, and in that moment, Link was certain it would be his frown.

"She's well. And yes, it is coming up. Much to prepare." Link owed Telma his kindness on Ilia's behalf. Back when Ilia was kidnapped, she suffered a full loss of her memories. Telma was the one to nurse her back to herself.

Telma does a lot for this community. She runs her bar alone. She rents out rooms at a shockingly frugal rate, so that even the homeless could afford a warm bed. All the while helping lost souls who wander into her bar in need of a serving of kindness with their drinks. I'm glad she's found someone worthy of helping her. She could use a break.

People like Telma were the reason Link fought so valiantly. People with hearts so pure that Ganondorf himself couldn't manage to destroy their hospitality. Even when Hyrule itself was on the brink of demise.

That was another reason he had a hard time adjusting to his return to a simple existence. How could he quietly work on Fado's ranch doing mindless chores when people like Telma existed? People who knew they served a higher purpose. He simply refused to believe his purpose stopped at saving Hyrule. There was always someone who needed to be saved.

And Link cherished his role as a savior.

He returned to Aryn's shoppe to see it vacant once more. Link kicked a rogue pebble in fury. He needed to find this boy; otherwise, his plans could not come to fruition. That's when Link felt it. Someone was watching him from beyond the cluttered sidewalk. His eyes began to flutter amok the many faces around him. Until they landed on one.

Aryn. Strategically behind a tree, hiding in wait for Link to leave. How did he know Link was in town searching for him? Unless he got the news from an inside source. He told Ilia he was heading into town today on behalf of the princess.

All this leads back to Ilia.

Link thought of Zelda's dire warning. But at the very least, he and Ilia were friends. Would she really behave in a way that would endanger another life? Or lives, assuming Aryn would strike again. Aryn locked eyes with Link. His big, brown eyes were brimming with fear beneath the merciless gaze of Link's blue ones.

Then he ran.

"Oh no, you don't!" Link hissed between his gritted teeth. He quickly ran after him, dodging innocent bystanders in his path.

Aryn was fast. And crafty. He grabbed a pot and smashed it into the street behind him. A little boy, startled by the close proximity of the crash, began to cry.

No consideration for anyone. This thought fueled Link. His legs began to pick up speed. He jumped over the shards of pottery. He could make out Aryn's form, cutting down an alleyway.

Link withdrew his clawshot. He wasn't in the mood to play cat and mouse. He also had no tolerance for someone who couldn't hold responsibility for their actions. He shot his clawshot at the wall, which hit the end of the alley. Link made sure he aimed it at the gutter that hung down, thus easing the clawshot's ability to attach itself. Link flew through the air. People panicked at the scene unfolding. Some Hylian guards made their way to the broken pottery. The commotion stirred their attention. "Link? What's going on?" One of them called up in the air behind him.

Zelda would have his ass for this. He'd have to deal with it later.

As Link whisked through the air, he came to an abrupt halt at the gutter, hanging from his clawshot. When he saw Aryn skid down the alley, he ambushed him from above. Jumping down, he managed to tackle Aryn to the ground.

Aryn squirmed beneath the weight of Link's body pinning him down.

"I've been looking for you, friend."

A/N: Edited 1/8/23

To keep you afloat with the physical demands of the light, you are now employed at Telma's bar. Despite having a way to make your own rupees and a place to stay, you still need a certain hero to help you get to the Arbiter's Grounds. Will you seek him out? Or will he seek you out first?

Link has found the missing "link" that will launch his plans into action. What does Aryn have to do with Ilia? Were your suspicions in Lake Hylia right all along?

Check out my other OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

#legend of zelda #link #loz #fanfiction #link x reader #romance #wattpad #the legend of zelda #fanfic #twilight princess #twili #midna twilight princess #action #fanfic on tumblr #Hyrule

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optiwashere · 1 month

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Also Shadowheart/Asheera, B9? I swear you did write something like this before but hey, new angles,

I have written something to this effect before, but like you said - new angles and all that. Plus, it's not like it's something that Shadowheart just "gets over" you know? Either way, thank you for requesting this one!

Let's end the prompt bash with my two favorite ladies 💜

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B9. Convinced that their past makes them irredeemable, Character A struggles with Character B's affections (This technically takes place after Chapter 2 of one of my ongoing fics, Blades in the Night, but all you need for context is that it's post-canon)

Night fell on the Trade Way, stars in haphazard patterns that Shadowheart couldn't read for any constellations.

All she saw were dots of light in the sea of darkness. Seams in the black fabric of night, none of them strong enough to light the world. The moon was dim that night. All was dark save for the small fire she and Asheera built together.

Stargazing kept her mind from staring at the shadows of the trees around them. Yet another forest.

More trees. More hiding places for the Sharran assassins set on ruining what future Shadowheart thought she could have. Each of the shadows in those trees, distant enough that her darkvision couldn't reach them, could have been a shifting figure with a nocked arrow.

"Quiet tonight," whispered Asheera near her.

She was sitting next to Shadowheart by the fire. When she sat down, Shadowheart didn't know.

"I suppose it is. Not much reason for most to travel this way, I assume." Shadowheart glanced her way, then returned her gaze to the sky.

"I meant you."

"Oh."

The low hunting call of a nocturnal bird was the only sound on the road for a handful of breaths. Shadowheart couldn't keep her eyes off the stars.

All around them they were bathed in darkness, yet still they shone. Did the stars too, then, understand what it felt like to consider the darkness? Think it preferable? Did whichever god that hung them in the sky know the feel of its creator's blood on its hands as Shadowheart felt of her parents? Had that god ever heard its parents scream as it worked the interrogator's techniques on them in ignorant devotion to some other, greater god?

It must have. Its work showed in the sky. On some mornings, the sky bled red, and the clouds were stained the same way Shadowheart knew her hands were stained.

Tainted.

"Love, are you all right?" asked Asheera, her voice so soft that Shadowheart shivered at its softness. Her hand fell on Shadowheart's shoulder, thumb rubbing gently. "You've been quiet for hours."

"Have I?" Shadowheart turned to stare at the hand on her. When she tilted her head up to look at Asheera, her tusks glinted in the firelight. "If I said I was contemplating the night sky, would you laugh at me?"

"Depends on why. I have a feeling it's not exactly a humorous occasion."

Waiting a moment, Shadowheart sighed. She didn’t know how to word this. "When you see a star in the night's sky, what do you think of it?"

Asheera shifted her jaw, grinding her tusks against her lip as she thought. Her brows knitted together above the bridge of her nose. "I see a forge weld, like pieces of a breastplate stitched together. Each of those stars keeps the world from falling into total darkness. They're beautiful that way. Why, what do you see?"

"Naïve children that think they can fend off eternal darkness. Destined to die, fade away. Become nothing."

At once, Asheera sat closer, her arm shifting to hold Shadowheart at the waist. Her arm wrapped around Shadowheart and pulled her tight. She was warm. Warmer than the fire. Instinctively, Shadowheart rested her head on Asheera's shoulder. Despite the distance - perhaps because of the oath Asheera swore to protect her - Shadowheart swore she could hear the echo of her heartbeat.

She was so damn warm, and Shadowheart could only think of the darkness blanketing the light in the sky. How a star could be snuffed out in an instant, replaced instantly by shadows.

Shadowheart's breaths hitched. For a moment, she worried her thoughts mingled with Asheera's mind. But the tadpole was gone. Her thoughts were her own, completely free from unfortunate sharing or melding of emotions.

The warmth of Asheera's body enveloped her deeper as Asheera slid her palm down Shadowheart's arm. Close, covered in that palm. Fingers slipped between hers. Held tight.

"You have no reason to fear that," whispered Asheera. "You are not that darkness."

"I broke people for decades. Including my own parents."

"You didn't know—"

"And that absolves me? That's meant to stop me from remembering what I've done?" Shadowheart growled, lifting her head to meet Asheera's gaze. "And what would you know of such loss?"

The words tasted like poison, specifically the extract of carrion crawler innards that could paralyze and trigger violent spasms in its victim. Acrid like burnt flowers. Disgust welled at the bottom of her throat, and she meant to turn away from Asheera, but she could only stare into the deep, ruddy brown eyes that searched her face.

She expected Asheera to pull away.

Instead, she reaffirmed her grip on Shadowheart's hand.

Instead of pulling away, she smiled weakly.

Instead of leaving Shadowheart to wallow in that darkness, Asheera said, "It's not meant to do anything. It's a reminder. But I understand. I understand, though if you think I'm going to sit idly while you compare yourself to the empty night sky, you're more clueless than I expected."

"You think me clueless, then?"

"Let’s just say that I remember hearing the zealot that I met on a floating squid ship regurgitate Sharran dogma." Asheera lifted the corner of her mouth in a curved half-smile. "She was so very different from the smiling drunk that said she cared about refugees."

And somehow, Shadowheart smiled again. She nearly laughed too.

Rather than say a word and ruin what Asheera offered with open arms, Shadowheart nestled back into her embrace.

The two of them watched the stars until the fire became a glimmering, constant light that refused to die. Though they were wrapped in the dark for a moment, darkvision revealing the world in grayscale again, the stars still shone.

#bg3 fanfiction #shadowheart #shadowtav #shadowheart x tav #oc: asheera #my fic #anotheropti prompt fics #I'm addicted to this sorta fic concept in a way that's certainly pathological #I'll probably write it a dozen times more by the end of the year alone tbqh #have these ficlets that take place in other fics been my attempt to get myself to write more of those moments?#who can say - surely not I #I'll also eventually add this to BitN like I did for Scenes!#Probably tomorrow when I have some spare time

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karahalloway · 8 months

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Sex Bomb

Fandom: TRR

Paining: Leo Rys x Adelaide Amaranth

Series: None (this is a one-shot and can be read independently of the rest of my fics)

Word count: 4,000

Warnings: swearing, alcoholic tendencies, smut, outrage, crack ship (you have been warned)

Theme song:

A/N1: This is my long-awaited (and very much demanded) follow-up to the part I wrote for One Night in Cordinia; however, you should be able to read the current fic as a standalone.

A/N2: Since I love killing two birds with one stone, this is also my submission for this year's Smutember event hosted by @choicesprompts. The prompts that this fits into is 'Caught in the act' and 'We shouldn't be doing this...'

A/N3: Certain parts of this fic were somewhat inspired by the scene between Finch and Stiffler's Mom from American Pie. The clip, for anyone who hasn't seen the movie, is below the cut.

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Sex Bomb

"Bloody hell..."

Leo dropped the edge of the heavy brocade curtain he was holding, letting it fall back into place behind the dais to conceal his presence once again.

The ballroom was heaving. And the evening had barely even kicked off. Lord knew how many more people were still battling the traffic to get a coveted front-row seat for the royal event of the century.

The Coronation.

...or, as Leo liked to call it, the Royal Nail in the Coffin.

Because in his mind, that's what it was. The final, inescapable blow that would seal his fate for good, and maroon him forever on the desolate island that was kingship... shackled in life-long matrimony to Madeleine Amaranth.

Leo shuddered at the thought. Especially when he recalled his fiancée's naked form getting skewered loudly by that Justin What's-His-Face PR pansy on the steps of Beaumont House mere days ago.

Not because of the fact that she'd had sex with someone else. Hell, he'd tapped more ass than he could count! So, he couldn't exactly begrudge his soon-to-be wife's promiscuity. Especially when she couldn't remember any of it...

No, it was the fact that here he was, on the eve of his engagement to his future Queen, and all he could think about was her mother.

That sexy vixen of a woman, Adelaide. The Duchess That Had Got Away.

Very literally.

Because in the chaos of the Shagging Smog-infused assassination-attempt-gone-wrong — aka the Beaumont Bash — Leo had lost his one chance to notch that coveted mark on his bedpost... especially considering that she would've actually been game for it, given the mind-altering effects of the aerosol-based dispersant.

Talk about fucking irony...

Leo heaved a breath.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe there was a reason why—

"Quite the crowd out there, huh, son?"

Leo clenched his eyes shut. "Yes, Father."

Constantine clapped a hand onto his eldest son's shoulder. "It's going to be quite the night!"

"Yes, Father," Leo intoned, forcing himself to swallow down the bile that suddenly threatened to bubble up his gullet.

The King's fingers tightened on his jacket. "All eyes will be on you, lad. Do not cock this up."

Leo felt himself gag. "'Scuse me...!"

Slapping a hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep the scotch-laden contents of his stomach under wraps, he lurched past his father.

Stumbling across the ante-room, he barely made it to the nearest ficus plant before the 20-year old single malt regurgitated itself into the perfectly hydrated potting mix in front of him.

"Christ, you are a royal disgrace..." muttered Constantine as he marched past him. "If God would've had any sense, he would've made Liam my heir instead of you. But here I am, stuck with your worthless hide instead..."

The slam of the mahogany door reverberated around the room.

"The feeling's mutual, old man," muttered Leo, shooting a wad of spittle into the planter to cleanse his mouth.

Lifting his head, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

A drink. He needed a drink.

Mostly because he'd just thrown up the five fingers worth of Dutch courage he'd consumed less than an hour ago, and there was no way he was subjecting himself to the shitshow on the other side of that curtain even remotely sober.

And if Constantine had an epileptic fit...? Well, he deserved it.

The old tosser had given Leo enough hell during his 30-odd years on Earth, trying to mould him into something that the wayward prince wasn't, and never would be.

Making his way to the other side of the room, Leo located the hidden door that led to the service corridors and slipped inside.

A few twists and well-worn turns through the rabbit warren, and he emerged out into the smoking room, a plushly decorated space filled with heavy brocade curtains, velvet armchairs, a billiards table, and — most importantly — a well-stocked liquor cabinet.

Making a straight line towards the blessed promise of inebriation, he grabbed the nearest decanter of scotch, and pulled the heavy crystal stopper out.

He was about to pour himself a healthy serving when he heard the rustle of heavy taffeta behind him.

Glancing around, he nearly dropped the priceless Swarovski crystal on the floor.

"Pinching a cheeky tipple?" asked Adelaide Amaranth, surveying him over the rim of her own glass.

"Shit, Maddy's mum...!" Leo quickly composed himself. "Erm... Thought I'd get a head start on the party."

"Mmm..." purred the Duchess of Krona, perching herself on the edge of the billiards table. "Man after my own heart..."

Leo swallowed loudly as the skirt of her dress slid apart to reveal the length of her toned legs.

After the unmitigated disaster that had been the Bash, she'd appeared to him again, luscious and alone — like a siren rising from the dark depths of his previous failure — tempting him with a second chance...

...or goading him with the unattainability of his crusade.

Either way, Leo felt his guts tighten at her unexpected presence.

"So..." Her voice interrupted his thoughts. "Are you all set? To become King and all?" she asked, swirling the remnants of her drink around in the crystal tumbler.

"Furthest thing from," Leo admitted, sloshing himself a drink with shaky hands.

Whether it was nerves or anticipation, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was now doubly, triply in need of the hard stuff... in part because he could feel some other stuff becoming hard as well.

"Hence why you're looking for something to take the edge off," she mused, running her aqua-coloured gaze over him. "Smart thinking."

"Tell that to my father..." scoffed Leo, dropping the decanter back on the cabinet top, trying to maintain his cool in the face of her intoxicating closeness.

"Or my daughter," agreed Adelaide with a roll of her eyes. "If anyone needs a bevvy, it's her! Speaking of... have you see her? She's quite disappeared on me..."

"Nope. Can't say I have," admitted Leo, throwing the scotch back greedily.

Adelaide surveyed him for a long moment before shrugging. "Probably for the best, really. She can't stand me on the best of days. She's under some misguided impression that I'll say or do something that will embarrass her..."

"Welcome to my world," muttered Leo, reaching for the decanter again. "I am the living embodiment of my father's resentment. You know, he even told me tonight that I am — quote-unquote — a 'royal disgrace' and Liam should've been his heir instead."

"Hmm..." murmured Adelaide, sliding off the billiards table yo shimmy up to him. "I don't know about any of that... I think you'll look fantastic in a crown..."

Leo snorted. "That is hardly a qualification for kingship..."

"Isn't it?" pressed Adelaide, leaning her empty glass against her cheek as she cocked her head at him.

"I have it on rather good authority that there's a bit more to it than that..." murmured Leo ruefully, unable to stop his gaze from sliding down her neck to the bare skin of her cleavage that sat exposed between the lines of her dress.

"Don't listen to them," chided Adelaide, reaching up to run a finger through his thick, blonde hair. "A king needs only three things — a royal bloodline and an iconic profile. Everything else will be taken care of for you."

Leo felt an uncharacteristic shudder course through him as her fingertip brushed over the sensitive skin of his temple. "Apart from the actual ruling..."

"You'd be surprised..." she smiled. "I haven't set foot in Krona in months! The equerries take care of all the pesky details."

"Running a kingdom's a tad more involved than running a duchy..."

"Pfft!" she scoffed. "Duchy? Kingdom? What's the difference? You sign the odd piece of paper, and throw the occasional ball. That's it!"

"And lead Council meetings, host foreign dignitaries, review petitions, attend—"

"Leo, darling, you are terribly overthinking this!" chided Adelaide with a laugh, reaching for the decanter to pour herself another glass. "You think the kings and queens of old bored themselves with all the minutiae? No! They delegated, so they could have fun fighting battles and posing for portraits."

"Not sure fighting battles was exactly fun..."

"My Prince," she said, leaning in, as if imparting a secret. "All I'm saying is you have nothing to worry about. You could conquer nations with that jaw-line..."

Leo's heart stopped in it's tracks as he swore he felt the tip of her tongue flick over his skin.

"...your sense of duty is just a bonus."

"And... and the third thing?" he stammered.

"The Crown Jewels," she declared, pulling back to fix him with a knowing look.

Leo frowned. "You mean the Apple and th—"

"I mean these jewels," she corrected, grabbing the front of his trousers without warning.

Leo nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt her manicured nails close emphatically around his meat and two veg.

"Holy f—!"

"Mmm," purred Adelaide, tightening her hold on him. "Seems to be present and accounted for..."

Leo merely squeaked in response. He had no idea what was happening, or how he'd even gotten to having Adelaide's hands wrapped around his sex pistol in the first place, but he sure as bloody hell wasn't going to tell her to stop!

"...but one cannot be sure without a proper inspection."

Leo froze. "Inspection?"

Adelaide lifted her gaze to met his square on. "Darling, you are marrying my daughter. I cannot — in good conscience — let you bed her without ensuring that all the royal parts are in working order... and capable of producing grandchildren."

"Trust me..." wheezed Leo as he felt Adelaide's hands reach for his belt. "The lads have never let me down."

"Oh, yes," smiled Adelaide, undoing his buckle and letting the ornate belt drop the floor. "I am well aware of your many... conquests. But I also know the papers like to exaggerate. So, surely you cannot begrudge a mother for wanting to obtain independent confirmation."

"How 'bout a live demonstration?" blurted Leo, grasping at the edge of the drinks cabinet for support as Adelaide wrestled with the buttons of his trousers.

Hell, if this was happening, then he was gonna make damned sure that it was happening!

"Don't jump the gun, darling," Adelaide tutted, ripping the fronts of his pants open. "You need to pass muster first."

Leo gasped audibly as his sexcalibur sprang — finally, blessedly! — free of its confines.

"Not one for briefs, I see..." she observed, running her fingers critically over him.

"I threw them all out years ago," he panted in response to the feel of her silken touch on his heated gherkin.

"Another thing we have in common," she smirked, reaching for his hand to guide it over the back of her dress.

A desperate groan escaped him as his palm skated over the smooth, unencumbered expanse of her backside as she continued to fondle him. "So, what's the verdict?"

"A package worthy of a king," Adelaide assured him, rolling his plums together in her palm.

Leo felt his eyes tip back into his head at the overwhelming sensation...

...before it stopped just as quickly as it had started.

Creaking his eyes open, he saw Adelaide throw him a cheeky smirk over her shoulder as she glided sinuously towards the billiards table.

"Aren't you coming, darling?" she whispered back at him.

Leo nearly tripped over his own trousers in his haste to get to her. He was going to get the chance to live out his dirtiest, most depraved fantasy, after all! He was not wasting one more second!

"Lord, you have no idea how long I've waited for this..." he gasped, stumbling across the room towards her.

"Oh, I know very well," she assured him, leaning back to spread her arms out over the polished walnut. "I've seen you looking at me, Leo."

He faltered. "You have?"

"Of course, my darling," she assured him, cocking her leg seductively. "You were hardly subtle in your attentions. A woman notices these things..."

"You know this is highly improper..." he pointed out as he finally made it to her.

"Oh, sweet boy!" she laughed. "This would be the scandal of the century!"

"Then we better give them something to talk about," he grinned, grabbing her by her toned derrière to lift her onto the edge of the billiards table.

"Mmm... I can think of a few things..." she breathed, planting her hands on his shoulders to push him down towards her nether region.

"I'm sure you can, m'lady," he grinned, shifting his hands to the back of her knees to yank her towards him, the sudden momentum sending the top half of her body falling back onto the felt. "But allow me to put even your wildest dreams to shame."

"Bold words..." purred Adelaide with a coy smile as he lifted her legs up to anchor her Valentino Gavarani-clad feet on his shoulders, causing the skirt of her dress to cascade down towards her hips.

"I've yet to receive anything other than a stellar review," he winked at her, grabbing her waist to invert her almost fully as he lifted her sacred centre up to his face.

"That may be so, darling, but unlike some ladies, I have high standards..." murmured Adelaide, lifting her arms above her head in anticipation. "I don't dish out gold stars to just anybody..."

"I don't intend to disappoint," Leo assured her with a cocky smirk as he bent his head towards her.

"...why must I do everything myself!" seethed Madeleine, stomping down the otherwise empty corridor in her Valentino sling-backs.

She'd known Leo was an immature and unreliable cad who was more interested in finding the next skirt to lift than paying any semblance of attention to actual matters of state.

And while she would've definitely preferred a more dedicated and biddable prospect — such as his younger brother — to share the rigours of governance with, she ultimately wasn't marrying the Playboy Prince because she liked him.

In all honesty, the man could've had warts and halitosis and she still would've gone through with the union!

Because this was a political match, pure and simple. The House of Rys allying itself with the House of Amaranth, the richest and most influential noble family in Cordonia in order to keep Queen Kenna's line alive...

...with the added benefit of elevating Madeleine's own status to that of Queen. A role that she'd been training for since before she could even walk, given her father's unrelenting pursuit of power by any and all means — an endeavour that she very much shared, much to her mother's disgruntlement.

But she couldn't exactly get engaged if her intended was missing! Tonight, of all nights!

Who, in their right mind, disappears on their own coronation?!

Of course, she was well aware of Leo's infamous tendency to pull vanishing acts, but what the blasted hell was the man thinking? To leave an entire country in the lurch?

Certainly not on her watch!

She'd already dispatched Bastien and all available members of the King's Guard to search high and low for the errant prince. But the Palace and its grounds were massive, and given the sheer number of people that had descended on the Rys stronghold for tonight's event, trying to find anyone was an exercise akin to weeding a needle out of a haystack.

So, she'd been forced to join the search herself. Even though it was insulting beyond measure and much below her station.

But, desperate times called for desperate measures, and she'd rather sweat into her ballgown running up and down the corridors now, than stand like a hapless bimbo in front of all the dignitaries and news crews trying to explain why her future king and fiancé had skipped out on an entire nation on one of the most important nights of its recent history.

No. She most certainly did not need those headlines running in the morning... or ever.

Best that she focused her efforts on helping locate the wayward heir, and hope that he wasn't halfway out of the country already... because by God, she'd send the Cordonian Secret Service after him if she had to!

Arriving at the next set of doors on her mental task-list, she wasted no time in pushing the handle down...

"Leopold?" she called, stepping into the room.

...only to freeze in shock at the sight in front of her.

There he was — the next in line to the Cordinian throne — head thrown back, trousers around his ankles, thrusting like an animal into—

"MOTHER?!"

Adelaide raised her disheveled head from the billiards table at the sound of her daughter's distraught shriek. "Oh, sweet pea! There you are!"

Leo raised his hand in a wave. "Hi, Mads!"

Madeleine's rouged lips jerked soundlessly, trying to formulate some kind of response, but nothing was forthcoming.

Never — in all her life! — had she imagined that she'd ever witness such sordid... brazen... obscenity!

She was literally lost for words. Her! The person who has been giving televised interviews since the age of four!

"Darling," soothed Adelaide, propping herself up onto her elbows to reveal the tautness of her age-defying, silicone-enhanced breasts, "I know this looks frightfully ghastly, but I can assure that—"

"Shut up..." she finally managed to croak.

Adelaide frowned. "Darling, are you—?"

"I SAID, SHUT UP!" Madeleine screeched.

Both Leo and her mother's eyes widened in the face of the uncharacteristically deranged outburst... but they nevertheless managed to refrain from commenting.

"I don't know how this..." She gestured derisively in the couple's general direction. "...colossal cock-up happened. Nor do I care. But what I do know — and most certainly care about — is that the coronation ceremony is starting. And I will not let you, Leopold—"

Leo groaned at the sound of his full, Christian name. "Jesus, Mads! I told you I—"

"Do not interrupt me!" snapped Madeleine. Sucking in a breath to collect herself, she continued, "I will not let you fuck this up for me, or the kingdom. So, if you want to keep your royal bratwurst, then I suggest that you pull it out of my mother and get your fatuous arse to the ballroom before I have the Guard drag you there."

Leo glanced down at Adelaide. "You sure she wasn't adopted or—?"

"NOW!!!" thundered Madeleine.

"Okay, okay, sheesh!" huffed Leo, grabbing for his trousers, given that he was already very much deflated, his fiancée having managed to suck the literal joy out of his joystick with her mere appearance .

"And you, Mother..." hissed Madeleine, turning her attention to her disheveled parent. "You have undermined me for the last time."

Adelaide scoffed. "Darling, all I have ever done is—"

"Which is why my first act as Queen will be to banish you to Krona," finished Madeleine with a haughty air of finality.

Adelaide's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!"

Her daughter's demeanour was icy. "You're lucky I'm not banishing you to Siberia. But if you test me—"

"Siberia at least has decent vodka..." chimed in Leo, sauntering past her out the room.

Adelaide tipped her head contemplatively. “He's got a point, you know…”

"Argh!!" screamed Madeleine, slamming the door behind her with such vehemence that it rattled the bottles in the liquor cabinet.

Vile cretins! The whole bloody lot of them!

Grabbing her intended by the arm, she hauled him all the way back to the ball, ignoring the profanity-filled protests.

Stopping in front of the pair of footmen that were manning the ballroom doors, she snapped, "Inform the King that Prince Leopold is ready for his coronation."

"Actu— Ow!!"

She brutally silenced the forthcoming objection with a heel to Leo’s foot.

As the servants rushed away to do her bidding, she manhandled Leo back into the same ante-chamber that he'd disappeared from earlier.

"Mads, stop!" he pleaded as she pulled him across the Persian carpet like a stubborn mule. "Can you please just—?"

"No," she declared, shoved him through the velvet curtains and onto the gilded dais without ceremony. "You will do your duty, even if it kills you, you ungrateful oaf!"

The hubbub of the crowd instantly ceased as Leo stumbled to a stop.

"There you are!" snap Constantine into his ear. "You have some nerve—"

"Just get on with it..." sighed Leo, the weight of finality crashing down on him as he caught his brother's the eye from across the room. Liam always hated it when his brother and father argued, and Leo didn't want to subject him to a public spectacle.

Constantine looked like he wanted to say more, but quickly decided against it. Turning to the congregation, he spread his arms and launched into his pre-prepared speech.

"Good evening, one and all! It is a great honour to have so many of you come out tonight to show your support not only for—"

"Pay attention!"

Glancing down, Leo caught Madeleine's disproving glower from the foot of the dais.

He suppressed a groan.

How they were going to sire royal babies, he had no idea...

...probably with copious amounts of drugs and alcohol...and possibly even a paper bag.

Because he already knew that there was no way that he wouldn't be able to not think about Adelaide while doing it with her daughter.

As even now, in the midst of his own coronation, his mind kept drifting back to the passionate coitus they'd shared on that billiards table before it had gotten oh, so rudely interrupted.

The way she'd moved... The sounds she'd made... That thing with her tongue... It sent shivers down his spine all over again.

And suddenly he had a stark realisation.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't go through with the coronation.

Not if it meant never being able to see her again.

"...and, now..." his father was saying, holding upon the ancient Rys signet ring, "with the bestowal of this ring, I—"

"I abdicate!"

A collective gasp of disbelief rose from the room.

Glancing up, Leo found his father and step-mother staring at him with open mouths, all semblance of propriety forgotten in the face of the shocking announcement.

But he was not perturbed. He'd made his decision. "I, Leopold Maximilian Fernando Constantine Rys, hereby officially and irrevocably renounce my royal titles as Crown Prince of Cordonia and Duke of Applewood." Turning to Constantine, he added with an apologetic shrug, "Sorry, Dad. Just wasn't feeling it."

The heavy gold band clattered to the floor as the cameras exploded into a frenzy of flashing.

"What the devil are you doing?!" demanded Madeleine, appearing in front of him as he hopped off the stage. "Get back up there and—"

"Better luck next time, Mads!" he shouted over the growing dim as he quickly skirted around the edge of the ballroom.

Reaching the closest set of French doors, he threw them open and — with the practiced ease of a man who'd done this exact manoeuvre a hundred times before — vaulted over the edge of the balcony.

Landing on the gravel, he caught sight of the lone pair of headlights idling in front of the Palace steps, and the figure that was in the process of getting behind the wheel.

A knowing smile spread over his face.

Loping across the drive, he managed to intercept the Aston Martin Vantage convertible before it had a chance to drive off.

The driver raised a brow at him as he approached. "Aren't you supposed to be getting crowned?"

"Realised I had somewhere more important to be," he admitted, coming to a stop by the side of the car. "Room for one more?"

Adelaide's lips curved into a smile. "Always, darling."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Leo, hopping into the passenger seat.

She cast him a sidelong glance. "You know this is never going to work out..."

"And?" he grinned, kicking his feet up onto the dash.

Throwing her head back with a laugh, Adelaide pressed the pedal down, kicking the tail of the Aston as they left the ball to dust.

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