#henry v x fem! y/n
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The Battle of Agincourt (Henry V/fem! Reader Oneshot)
Word Count: 7K
Summary: As his wife and queen, you follow your husband, Henry the Fifth to France for his battles. It is the morning of the battle of Agincourt, and you don't know if he will make it out alive. You spend one last moment of passion together.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ SMUT! SMUT! (We get TWO smut scenes in one onshot! P in V sex, missionary, doggy style, edging, medieval dirty talk, praise, slight degradation and edging breast play, degradation, bits of power play, doing the deed standing up-legit one of the filthiest things I've written in a long time!). Mentions of war and brief mention of sexual assault and death. Lots of angst, but also some fluff.
A/N: Based off of a dream I had. Enjoy!
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You never forgot the day you were introduced to the man you loved.
You were sent there to the castle. An alliance between your father and the new king of England was being considered. Nothing confirmed, you were told by your father. Only consideration.
“He is a single man. And young. He needs more for his army, his lands…and that is secured with a marriage,” he told you.
The one key to sealing it.
You.
A marriage between you and this king. Many men in his army sealed with one woman being brought to his bed. And it might be you.
You had heard he was a wild boy, Harry Monmouth, Prince Hal. But everyone assured you that he had somehow matured. No sooner than his father died but he had been far calmer, more responsible. He spent his hours studying rather than drinking.
But you were still nervous. When the day arrived for this alliance to be discussed, your father asked you to dress in your best. Looking in the mirror as you squeezed your mother’s hand, you wondered; am I good enough for a king’s glance? Perhaps if you had more jewels and walked in with the richest silks like a shining diamond, then he would take note. Still, bedecked in your finery, you headed off and were greeted at the castle. You were stopped, awaiting the signal.
“If the king decides he would like to meet you…then be ready,” he warned.
It might not happen at all, you wondered.
You did hear voices outside the thick door. Seeping through. No doubt there would be advisors and other lords to talk to the king. But there was one voice-he sounded young, indeed. He had a resonant, powerful voice- rich and commanding. But smooth too. The sort to command a legion but could also whisper gentle words to his lover.
As you stood, wondering how long you both could wait, the door opened, and you jumped.
“His Majesty, King Henry the Fifth, would like to meet you,” the servant announced.
Just for consideration. Nothing permanent. Not yet, you thought. You were grateful your dresses were long. They would hide your shaking legs. You nodded, remembering basic etiquette as you gripped your father’s arm.
The door opened and you both walked inside, your steps echoing throughout the stone castle. You took in your surroundings despite the air in your lungs almost stopping. The high windows with the orange sunlight. The long candles for light. The weaving of Saint George on the back wall. A wooden throne with tall, stone steps. There, you saw your father. A few lords in the back-old men with scarves for hats and long cloaks.
And in the center of it, turning towards you, was a young man. A young man with a crown- Henry the Fifth. The young king.
Extremely handsome. A head full of his auburn curls, his small, neat beard. His blue eyes were soft when he looked at you and a red leather doublet framed his lean body well. There were chairs about and you were led to sit in a chair some distance away.
Your father and the king began to talk. Keeping an appropriate distance. But you couldn’t help but admire the handsome, young king. If he were just an ordinary man going down the street, you would have indulged in ogling him. But you could not, you felt yourself get warm as you kept your eyes demurely on the floor when he caught you watching. Their voices became murmurs. Then the king turned to you.
“You are the Lady Y/N…” he began.
He gestured to you to rise from your chair, you gave him a curtsy.
“I am, your grace,” you replied.
He walked up closer. You could hear his footsteps. You made your own breath slower. You could feel yourself sweat like it was July in Italy. You forced your eyes down, feeling your shaking going to your hands.
“You need not be shy, my lady,” he said.
You then looked up. Eyes onto him.
“Could you take two steps closer, my lady?” he asked.
You did. He walked around you in a circle, seeing all of you. You let him, though your heart was roaring in your ears. Feeling his eyes all over his potential bride- you. Once he stepped out, completing his circle, your eyes met his. Perhaps that was bold, considering his position- your lord and sovereign of your country. But nothing in him deterred.
“Are you well?” he asked.
“Very well, your grace.” You replied.
Henry turned to your father, looking at him, but only taking a step back.
“Sir…you have not offered me some mortal woman…” he began.
You folded your hands and did your best to mask your dread. Oh no, was he about to Call you something bad? How would you endure the humiliation of being not only rejected but insulted by the king of England mere minutes of meeting him!? You would have to spend your life under a rock in the woods to save your dignity. You looked up to him with big eyes and felt your body brace itself. To hold in the tears and anger of such a moment with as much false calm as you could. Awaiting the blow of the king's insult.
But no blow arrived.
Henry then smiled, eyes turning between you and your father.
“Here before me is an angel from heaven! A woman too lovely for us mere men!” King Henry the Fifth announced.
One did not recover from such a statement quickly. "Shock" was not quite the word fitting for how you felt. No, it was this. Utter and pure delighted surprise. Your breath quickened. You felt a smile grow on you. Your heart picked up again as he walked closer to you.
“Thank you, your grace…do you fear blasphemy from such words?” you asked.
“Not if it is the truth, just as scripture is,” he added with a wink.
Your mind went blank at his wink, his smile. Hot and your mind spinning. Your mouth kept running from the excitement. But still polite.
“You are generous, your grace.”
He went up to you.
“Could you…call me Henry? Or Harry? Hal, even?”
“I could…Henry,” you replied.
You watched Henry turn to your father and shake his hand. The alliance went through. With a flourish, he signed the treaty and the agreement to marry you.
“Ah, my lucky little girl…now about to be queen of England!” your father would say later, kissing your cheek.
Henry (for now he was more than just the king, but your intended!) would often invite you to visit. Giving you tours of every room and corner of the castle.
“After all, it’s going to be your home!” he would claim.
Or, to the most shock of anyone, he would visit your home himself to see you. Fine dinners would be served, and he would sit by you as you sewed, smiling like a schoolboy just to be beside you.
A chaperone was always present, but quiet in the back. A smiling shadow upon you two. Henry wrote you numerous letters and you wrote back to him when he was away. It was easier to like him the more he spent time with you. If not, be infatuated with him. Maybe even love him as the months to the wedding passed. He showered you with gifts and lovers’ tokens. Little ribbons and pieces of jewelry and belts and scraps of paper with love poetry.
The first time he held your hand, you thought you saw him tremble a little. His thumb went over the skin of yours. He was very soft- not pressing or squeezing your own. You felt as if you could float.
The first time he kissed you was the day before the wedding. You were both walking in the gardens. With the sun gentle and the flowers in bloom, it was just like a dream. Your chaperone was in the back, her arms folded before her. Then Henry stopped his steps and turned to you.
“Could I kiss you…on the lips, Y/N?” he asked, his eyes hopeful like a puppy.
You didn’t have the heart to say no. How fortunate that you wanted to. You felt yourself swallow hard and then nod your head.
“Yes,” you answered.
He tipped your chin to meet him and kissed you. It was gentle. Chaste, even. You felt his soft lips and nothing else. But it was…loving. Your knees wobbled again. You felt the breath from his nose. He was so close. So, so close. He felt…good. He let go, the lips clicking as they retracted. Both of your eyes were still closed. When you opened, he relaxed and let out a smile. You opened your mouth a little but had no words.
“Your kiss has a power to it, Y/N,” he whispered.
“I will use them with caution, then,” you replied teasingly.
You then returned to wrapping an arm around his and continuing walking. Both you and your chaperone shared a look, giving an appreciative nod. Something was growing inside you for him. Something…more.
You couldn’t deny that Henry was the most handsome man you had ever lain eyes on. His broad back and his slender waist. His winning smile, large, gentle hands, cheekbones, tall height, soft blue eyes- all beautiful.
And desirable.
He was lean and strong-what did he look like beneath his leather and velvet? If you were honest with yourself, you couldn’t wait for your wedding…and your wedding night. You often indulged in secret glances at his codpiece and his behind whenever he turned around-his pants flattered him. And both sides were something to see. The beautiful curls- a mix of red and blonde that he combed back. You wondered what it would be like to touch. Even pull! That was from what you learned from others of what happened between a husband and wife before the big day. Henry’s beard made him look mature and dignified. Not some pranking, whooping boy- a man. A man who knew how to take care of a woman in bed.
Even among your tours of the castle, he never took you to your private chambers. But whenever you passed by the hall with those large, wooden doors right at the end of a small passageway, you couldn’t help but grin.
Already tingly and titillated at the thought of the night, you kept your smile when they dressed you on your wedding day. It was joyous. Your gown was made with the finest while silk with little pearl embellishments and a jeweled belt. No one would doubt you were Queen of England already. Your father led you out. When you were placed on Henry’s left at the door of the chapel, you could see his smile on you- already bedecked in red with his crown. The ceremony felt far too long. But you held yourself together like a giddy child on a festival. The mass and prayers came and went. Henry made his vows before an altar as did you. Then the priest made the sign of the cross over you two.
It was done. You were married to him now. The second the priest let his hand down, bells all over the city- no, not just the city, England itself it-chimed out. Flower petals were tossed your way as you both walked out through the city, presented to the people as a couple.
There were enough guests that it seemed like half the world’s population was there at the feast. Your friends and family, those you loved dearly, were invited. A thankful distraction from your growing physical desire for your husband (to think! Henry was now your husband!!). They embraced you and wished “Y/N, oh much congrats!” to you. You never felt such beaming love from everyone you cared for as that day. You hugged and chatted and celebrated with the people you loved. Henry smiled at you and kissed your hand with such tenderness your heart could burst. The feast tasted sweet, and the music played even sweeter.
The room became darker, and servants lit more candles. Guests were leaving. It was announced that there would be a bedding ceremony. It was finally time, you thought with trepidation. Musicians played songs as the party led you to Henry’s chambers through those stone halls. Henry was adorably nervous. You saw his hands twitch and when you brushed close to him. Oh, no doubt you were nervous too. Any rational person in your situation would be nervous. You considered yourself such. But you were also…excited. Ready.
You entered the bedroom. It was large. Fitting for the king. Once it was your father-in-law’s room- the late Henry the Fourth. Now it was your husband’s. It was full of lit candles with tall stained-glass windows, and a white stone floor with black squares. A large bed with a dark canopy full of gold-colored fleur-de-lys patterns, cream pillows, and thick, dark blankets.
Servants undressed you from that beautiful wedding dress. They undressed Henry too until both of you were in your shifts. You couldn’t help but notice how the collar peeked at a beautiful, broad chest-just open enough to see a peek. It seemed as beautiful as you imagined. It made more shivers of desire run through you. You were given a cup of spiced wine that you both sipped from. It felt as sacred as a Eucharist- he looked at you as you drank and as he drank. An offering of something shared-how now you would be joined as one. The bed was now an altar and lovemaking a rite.
After the bishop blessed the bed, Henry dismissed every courtier. He thanked them for celebrating with him but insisted on privacy. They bowed and left. For the first time, you both were truly alone. He then turned to you.
“How are you, your Highness?” he asked, noting your new title, he took your hands, running a thumb over them.
“It was a long day…but a happy one. I’m a little tired…. but I’m well…,” you answered.
“I’m glad you are, Y/N…” he replied.
Smiling at him, You cupped his cheek and moved his arms to embrace you. He blinked in slight surprise.
“You can hold me…husband,” you said, relishing the taste of the word.
The most you did throughout your betrothal was hold hands. But he obliged and put his long arms around you. He smelled of wine and a bit of incense from the ceremony at the church. With his thumb, he gently traced your face.
“If Satan himself would look at you, he would weep and confess for forgiveness at once…Y/N, Can I kiss you?” he asked.
“Yes- please kiss me,” you replied.
Then he kissed you. But you kept him there. Pressed against you. God’s blood, that beautiful man right near you, against you, on you- feeling his warmth, his body on yours. You wanted more. You then grabbed him and kept kissing him again and again. He felt so warm and soft…except for one part of him you could feel against you. And no codpiece to cover for it. You bit back a giggle at the new feeling, knowing that he really felt the same despite his wide eyes and blushing cheeks. And your body replied in turn. It was as if lightning was coursing through you. It made you wetter than the sea. Preparing yourself for him.
Oh, and you were more than ready. And this was a perfect time for it. You grabbed onto him. Then began to lead him to the bed with a smile, walking up two little elevated steps that led to the bed strewn with flowers and ribbons for this night. For this moment. For this act. Then right before the bed, your fingers went to the strings of your shift on the collar that held it together-the only layer over you.
Henry’s jaw dropped a little, looking down and then back up to your face. Even if you saw an outline of his desire through his shift, his eyes grew wide.
“Y/N …are you…sure?” he asked.
You undid the tie, showing the valley of your cleavage. You felt his eyes flutter down then forced back up at yours.
“Henry…I want you to take me. Make love to me- make love to your wife tonight!” you insisted quietly.
“I did not wish to…to push you to…to…uh, consummate the marriage before you...you wanted to…” he replied meekly.
The most powerful man in the world and here he was at a loss of words. To think this was once the tavern boy caught with prostitutes!
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Henry…I want you…take me on your bed…you are my king….rule me and have me here then….” You whispered.
You led his hands to push the rest of your shift off. Leaving you bare before him. His eyes finally drank all of you in.
That was enough to persuade him.
He pushed you down and was on top of you. Like an animal released from his cage, his kisses had a little more fire to them. His hands began to roam greedily over your body. Down your chest, feeling one of your breasts as he kissed you. Then down your stomach, over your hip bones- feeling each bit of you. He began to pant heavily, his eyes full of eager joy and a playful lust in his smile.
Then you helped to take off his shift. You nearly forgot to breathe at the sight of Henry’s naked body. His strong abdominals and arms. His large chest with a few black hairs. Of course, his own cock was so hard and large you bit back the urge to gasp at the sight of it. You laid down on the bed, smiling at him.
“Please, Henry…I ache for you…” you urged. Splaying your body before him on his bed. Feeling like a siren. Only he was no hesitant prey.
He pulled himself over you, taking one hand of his to position your legs to open, shifting his weight on top of you.
“I always wondered what this night would be like…what it would be like the moment I saw you…” he whispered.
He looked at you, cupping your cheek. Seeking permission as he settled himself, his tip just at your entrance’s beginning.
“Henry…I’m ready…” you urged him.
Not wanting to keep you waiting any longer. Not able for himself to wait any longer. He then positioned himself. Slowly, he entered you. Inch by agonizing inch. You writhed beneath him, moaning as he got inside.
“Oh! Oh-oh God!” you cried. He was big. You could feel him creeping in deep, almost like your stomach could be penetrated from his largeness. You clung onto the sheets tight, and his own hand went over yours.
He himself let out a grunt when he finally shifted all his cock inside you. There was a little pain, but it fizzled out. You were full-and it was heavenly You held onto him. He pulled his hips back and began to slowly enter you again and again. You groaned with each delicious thrust of his.
“Yes…nrgh-my wife-you-gods-my wife-my sweet wife-“he whispered with each snap.
You opened your arms as well as your legs, holding onto him. He repeated your name again. Kissing you tenderly on the side of your head when he could. A mess of groans and kisses and praise was all the king could say. His arms stretching around to keep you in his embrace.
Then he used one hand and lifted your legs up to a new position- a little deeper. Your knees went up. You let out little cries with each slow, sloppy movement. Each welcome intrusion of him to your insides. You had never known pleasure as much as this.
“Yes…oh gods…Henry…Henry I…oh!” you breathed out.
Your head lay on those cream pillows. Soft as clouds. With the dark bed canopy and the roaring fire, the rain outside pattering the windows, there was never a lovelier, more peaceful night. His curls fell before his face. He kept at it- thrust, thrust, thrust. His shallow breathing above you, and the moans that escaped you that were far from maiden modesty.
He held you. He gave you an open kiss as he thrust forward for one. He began to mutter more.
“Yes…nrgh- yes, -my little queen…doing so well…”
More little noises came out of you. And you heard his voice get only a little higher in pitch. And yet he continued, only barely picking up the pace. You wrapped your hands to him and ran one through the curls on his head- how soft they felt, like little auburn feathers. How soft the bed was-a feathered mattress against your bare skin as it slide back and forth slowly against it with each snap of his kingly hips. Henry slowed one thrust but would give you a little kiss- your cheek, the side of your face.
“God’s blood-my wife-nrg-sweet wife-oh-yes-taking-taking me…”
He kept at it. Then he reached down. He found your entrance, the very beginning where your lips and walls. He talked softly in between thrusts.
“I’m…I’m close, and I think….I think you are too, my little wife- I…yes…come undone, come undone with me…”
He reached inside and you gasped from the feeling. He found your bud, his finger curling with it, stroking it with each thrust. You let out another gasp. He smiled.
“Let go wife-nrgh-let it…let it-“
He began to strum it. Then everything overwhelmed you. You were spinning higher and higher. His kisses and hands already felt your bud and with his playing. You felt yourself winding up, curling up inside. You shook so hard. You wondered if you were going to die from the overwhelm, from the rising feeling, the intensity. His thrusts picked up the pace, you felt it growing, growing, growing.
Then finally, something hit you so suddenly, so hard-your body clenching and releasing all at once you let out a loud cry as the sensation hit you like cold air.
“Ah!”
A last thrust, the king of England came undone and let out his own small shout of pleasure. Then he stopped his thrusts. He stayed inside you, letting his seed rope itself. Then he held you, held you tight as he came inside you. It seemed as if the world itself stopped.
Once it was done, he pulled out but kept close to you. Caressing your cheek. Panting hard, his broad, strong chest rising with his breaths.
“How are you?” he asked.
“I feel…I’ve never felt so good, husband,” you replied with a giggle as you pulled him forward to wrap your arms and kiss him until both fell asleep.
He did turn out to be a good husband. Always listening, gentle, and enthusiastic about his role. He listened to your own advice and always took you seriously. He was aggressively faithful, shutting down even the idea of a mistress if any lord was foolish enough to suggest it. He spent time with you. There were so many times you would hold him to your chest and hum, playing with his curls. You learned from each other and challenged each other to do better each day. Be it in a game of chess or in court. He made you feel…safe. Wanted. Loved, even. Not to mention he was a passionate lover in bed. If your one duty was to bed the king, then being queen was quite a simple task indeed. And a duty you loved to fulfill again. And again. And again. And again.
You managed your own life as queen well. adapting and figuring it out. Attending parliament by his side.
You were sitting by him when the fateful day came. It was found out he had a claim to France. And the French ambassador mocked him by giving him the gift of a box full of tennis balls. Furious at the insult, Henry declared there and then he would begin an invasion of France.
He’s going to leave. He’s going to be gone to war. And who knows how long, you thought sadly. You went to your chambers and began to sob. Then the next day, all were discussing logistics. You sat on your own throne, contemplating it all as they talked.
“Yes, my brother- John shall stay. He will lead…” Henry announced. “And by this day, we will gather the army and set sail for France.”
You couldn’t take it. You sat up at once.
“And I will go with you!” you insisted.
The men’s heads turned to you.
“What?!” cried one lord, stepping forward.
The advisors went around you.
“Your Highness…it is not safe!” advised another.
You walked forward, looking down at the table with the map on it. Then you looked at them and addressed them.
“My husband is a warrior. And when we were married, we were made one. This means I am a warrior too, in my own way. And where he goes, there I must go too- his battles are mine as well. Then I say- I will go with him!” you declared, slamming a firm hand on the table.
There was a second of silence. Then your husband took your hands.
“If we can make it safe for her, she will go with me,” he said.
You went off to France with him. You braved the rollicking ships. You both shared a little cot bed as the ship heaved back and forth at night. One night was a storm and the thunder surprised you so much in your bed, you clung to him. He only laughed a little, rubbing your back in comfort.
“It’s only the voice of God, my dove, He is on our side…and protecting you,” he assured, kissing your forehead.
It was not long before it arrived and the army began to set forth. You traveled through forests, riding your horse by your husband’s side through villages and countryside for entire days. You were a little nervous being the only woman surrounded by men. But they knew how precious a queen you were to their Harry of England, their sovereign. If any of them dared to lay a hand on you, they knew they would face a quick and bloody end on their king’s sword. So, they kept respectful, always greeting you with bows and soft voices. You would set up camp and then live in a tent rather than a palace. Some hours you would give your own counsel as you stood by him for planning the army’s next move. When there was an attack, you were put in a safe place with many guards so none would dare hurt the king’s beloved. Other times, you would volunteer with the food or help with medical needs- helping with injuries, cooling warm foreheads with cloths. You saw this fiercer side already of him. He shouted bold, encouraging speeches as they went and attacked towns.
Though you scolded him for the speech he made to the Governor of a city called Harfleur. When they arrived, to your immense shock, Henry coldly threatened his army would pillage the town, set their infants on spikes, and ravish the village women. That was enough to persuade the governor to open the gates and peacefully let them go through without one shred of violence. But his words still rang and made you see red with anger.
You met him in your tent later, and he jumped at your frown. You crossed your arms.
“Henry- you dare to have your men do these unspeakable things to women! You know better! Have you considered I am a woman as well?! And that is our worst fear!”
“I only wished to scare him. I knew it would move him, my dear. And it does happen during wars…”
“You will not let that happen! You will not let the soldiers force themselves on civilian women-or I shall never speak to you, and you won’t be allowed in my chambers either! I’ll sleep in another tent and not allow you to lay a hand on me!” You chided.
It was a threat which, like his to the governor, worked well. He never made a spoke like that again. And you forgave him.
The many ups and downs. The army was too depleted to move onto Paris so all of you went to Calais. You stopped and fled further realizing the French army was chasing everyone down. You arrived at the small town of Agincourt. The French army had now surrounded you. The Dauphin arrived one cold night. And it was decided-there would be a formal battle tomorrow.
Now here it was- a decisive battle. Only a small handful of soldiers could get a full night’s sleep and Henry himself stayed awake to talk to them. But in your tent, you tossed and turned in your makeshift bed under many blankets. You awoke and then fell again. Your worries had haunted you.
They were going to fight the Dauphin’s army. And the Dauphin’s men outnumbered Henry’s. Five French soldiers for every English.
You awoke shivering and dressed. You gathered your cloak for it was a cold day. Opening the flap of one tent, you saw him. Henry. A small distance away, kneeling in the grass. It was so early that the sky was still grey, the sun barely peeking. You could hear his prayer.
“Lord…strengthen my soldier’s hearts…I’ve made my repentance to Richard and his grave…. please strengthen them…and me…”
Five to one, your mind kept repeating to yourself. Five to one. Five to one.
You wondered at the white horse he brought with him. It was with the others chewing on grass in ignorance of what was about to happen. Why would your husband need it? It would be as if he was a target for their practice! A surefire way to signal this was the man to kill.
How fragile he seemed as he kept praying. He was human. Your husband’s mortality dawned on you. His racing heart could stop. His warm skin grow cold. And his shallow breaths of his anxious prayer would end and there would be none anymore. He dressed in a red doublet- red as the blood threatening to spill from him.
You approached him, noticing him making the sign of the cross to end the prayer. He turned his head to see you.
“How are you?” you asked.
“Only as well as I can be…” he asked.
He easily got up from the grass. Then he went over to a of his lords and guards already armored. He whispered something to them. Nodding, they turned back to camp. He then returned, his gloved hands taking yours.
“I’d…I’d like to spend some time with you…. before…before it starts,” he said.
“Of course, dear husband,” you answered with a smile.
Both of you walked into the woods. It was peaceful- you heard the leaves beneath your shoes and the birdsong. The rustling of trees and the mist as gentle as his kisses at your wedding. Disguised in your cloaks, you could have been any ordinary pair of lovers wandering in the forest. Not a king and queen of a whole nation.
“Y/N…do you see that? In the valley?” he asked, pointing at a hand.
It was a barn and An old house. The house was abandoned and burned to where the walls were only halfway stood beside it. The barn was intact. He led you inside- the wood creaking and the wind whistling through it. There wasn’t one living life around. No horses. No pigs. Not even an ant.
“We’re a distance off…are we still safe?” you asked.
“It’s alright- you know the path- find the oak tree with mushrooms and keep walking north…Y/N, I asked the guards to leave us alone for a little. I wanted to…to be with you.”
There were no animals around, much less people. Only you two. Even the sky itself seemed unreal. It was nothing but the grey light of dawn over a cloudy sky. So early, it felt cold. And it was misty and grey.
It was dark and musty in the barn. You saw a wooden bench and stables and troughs. But it was mostly hay- so much hay that there were still tall stalks around the barn.
He then turned to you and kissed you. He took you in his arms. He touched your face, and you realized a tear was rolling down your cheek.
“Y/N…I want this…if this is our last moment together…I….” he began.
He held you closer.
“Yes, Henry….”
He took a deep breath. Then kissed you again, only leaving a trail down your neck. Your heart picked up and you warmed up quickly. He then returned, cupping your face again and looking directly into your eyes, so close. So, there was only him.
“The camp is far off. They won’t disturb us. They won’t hear us. Y/N I… I…I love you….”
“I love you too,” you replied. You kissed him again. You shivered from feeling the cold. And the growing desperation on his face.
“I know this is not the most romantic place. This is not the most beautiful speech I can think of. But…I say it again because it is simple. It is true- I love you, Y/N. And should I die, I want you to know that…”
He paused. Then blinking back a couple tears, he continued.
“If…If this is the day, I’m killed…it is a prayer for you that will be my last word…I’m glad I met you. I’m glad I married you. I have so much shame, so much regret…but you- you were the best choice I made as king. To choose to marry you, love you…”
You cupped him and kissed him again. You felt him press against you. His hands went from your back to your sides. His gloves went up and began to bunch your skirt. Already, you felt yourself grow wet for him. Feeling the bit of cold air on your skin.
“The guards are away…the army is away…they’re far…my wife…please…. here…. love me one last time, lie with me here-so I can feel you-know it is like inside you, to feel your pleasure one more time…”
You grabbed onto him. Feeling his skin, his breathing in his body-his life. His fire.
“Yes…take me. Henry- use me now. I know you feel so much. Take it out. Take out everything on me…just love me…make love to me, husband. Strongly. Strongly as you feel,” you pleaded.
He gave a small smile, giving a last kiss with tongue. Tasting him. He pressed you close.
“You will?” he asked.
“I will,” you answered.
Then he pushed you roughly and you and you landed with a small laugh against a haystack. One so high it was taller than yourself. He then backed you to the haystalk in a second. His kisses on your neck had added teeth. He was leaving marks against the skin of your exposed neck.
“Do you like this, little wife?” he asked.
“I do!”
He chuckled lightly.
“Gods, you torment me. Each time you are there in my tent, every meeting you look at me and smile, I imagine you without your gown on. If could, I’d have you over that very table the second they left every meeting…”
Then, his hand turned to a grip. He grabbed onto you. You began to grind naturally against him. He gasped at the feeling but kept talking.
“Perhaps I could grab you and have you on the grass. And have every soldier who leered at you to watch. To have them watch as I take you like a beast. So, they know none of them can make you cum like I can. Until your name is all you can say on your lips. So, they all know you are mine.”
He found the blouse of your dress. Desperately, he pulled down the overdress’s shoulders. With one tug, he undid the strap of the shift beneath and pulled it down. Your breasts exposed. He cupped and kissed it. He kept a hand, pinching your nipple as he went to your ear. Then he began to make more biting kisses on your neck You embraced him- touching what you could, kissing what you could.
“Henry…I love you, I love you…” you repeated.
“I love you, and be ready, little wife. You’ve wanted fire-now you have it.”
He lowered his mouth to kiss your breasts. Then he used teeth and tongue. He bit your breasts, licked your nipples, and then used his teeth. You began to moan. It was so loud, that you were grateful not even animals could hear you now.
Then he lightly tossed you around. Then he turned you around, pushing you so that you leaned over a wooden bench that was kept there. Your hands braced onto the wood. He then lifted your skirt up to your hips, your bum exposed to him. He gave you a small smack on your behind. You let out a cry.
“I remember your chiding at Harfleur. That’s what you get, little wife, when you disobey your king. You get punishment.”
He began to undo his pants with a quick click of his belt. He began to thrust into you there- hitting this new angle. It was so obscene; you couldn’t help but give into it. Your own filthy moans and his grunts right behind you.
“There-nrgh-yes-I-I-I-take you, like-like a whore-“
You were moving along, feeling your own body shake with each fast, deep thrust. You let out shouts as he got over. The spinning feeling, coiling in your belly, rising from the delicious degradation.
“Oh…oh gods-Henry-I’m-I’m going to-to cum, I’mgoingtocumI’m-“
Then he stopped. You heard his voice behind you.
“Not yet…. you won’t release yet. I’m not done,” he announced.
He turned you around. His large hands almost ripped off your cloak, and then your dress so it pulled down. If he could rip your dress to shreds, he would. But he only roughly put it all aside. You were fully naked, and he was still clothed. He smiled and licked his lips, his curls freed from his head.
“This- seeing this again- I would fight a hundred battles to see your bare breasts and feel your sweet warmth around my cock again.”
He picked you up. You held onto him. With one hand, he pulled down his pants as you held tighter. Released, his leaking tip is already teasing your entrance. Then he backed you up against the hay. He hooked your leg up to be around him. The hay was so high and sturdy that it held you up.
“My queen among people, but my whore in this barn.”
You gasped a little as he entered you. He was fast, desperate. His thrusts wild. He even freed one hand and slapped your breasts, and you let out a cry.
“How can I not touch these breasts? You make me too hard to even think in this army. Riding my horse when I want to use you like a mare beneath me.”
“Hen-Henry-I-I-“ the words left you.
Your breasts began to bounce with his movement obscenely. He grunted more like an animal. You wrapped your arms around his still-clothed shoulders, trying to keep up.
“I love-love-nrgh-you so much-gods-yes, I love you-nrgh-you’re all I could think about-yes-do you understand-ah!- how hard -yes- it is to speak diplomacy-nrgh- with the French when your cock is raging hard seeing your wife?”
He thrust into you again and your own voice was getting a little higher. Hard, rough, desperate. The spinning, the rising was happening. You held onto him. Then one glove began to reach down and circle your clitoris, you gasped- letting it out. The hard leather on your wet folds, on your bud was going to break you. You heard his words. You bit on, to fight the rise, to not release yet. Hearing each thing he said.
“If I live- I Want you in my tent. On my bed, over the blankets. I want you naked -and I want your legs spread wide for me-so I can ravish you like this again when it’s done. Do that-do that for your king,”
“Yes, yes-I will!”
“I-I-am-nrgh-your king, am I?” he asked as he thrust.
“Y-yes! Yes, you are!”
“Who is your king?”
“Henry! Henry’s my king!”
He then continued at another violent, rougher pace. You wondered how much of this you could even take.
“I want to take you-nrgh- scream-nrgh-so all of France know who belongs to you-you-yes-NRGH- are mine-as-as as France as mine.”
He began to thrust harder. You gasped, as he kept at it.
“Oh-Oh my god-oh god- it’s-it’s happening-Henry I’m-I’m I’mI’mI’m-“
“Yes-Yes-you’re there, little whore-cum-cum for your king-cum for your king-cum for your king!”
Finally, you did too with a last scream. It echoed across to where the sound pattered through the woods. With a breathy, struggled shout he released as well. He kept thrusting, but slower. His hot speed shot forth and went inside you. Both of you panting wildly- you could see your chests heaving. He then held you, shaking a little as he caught his breath.
“Y/N….darling…thank you…I love you…so much…”
He kissed the side of your head as you nestled together. He kissed your cheek and his grip softened.
“Are you hurt?”
“No…I’m not…I have never felt better…” you said.
He helped you back up. Though you felt a little dizzy from the intensity. You could feel his seed inside you-dripping a little down your thighs. You wanted it to stay. Perhaps you would have a child from this and you would have to one day tell them they were conceived on the morn of a battle. Your legs shook. He picked up your discarded clothes and quickly helped you dress back into them. You combed you both wiped the hay off of both of you.
“That was…that was incredible…” you sighed as he clasped the cloak around you.
“And I must agree with you…” he replied.
You walked out soon. Still holding hands. He blushed bright red and there was a prance to his step. Confidence. Even if he was defeated, he would not go down easily. Not without a fight. The sun was now rising higher. The time was approaching. You watched as he was fitted back to his armor by his servants as you stood and watched. Exchanging small looks between you. But before he faced his men, he went back and gave you a passionate kiss. The deepest, and most loving kiss you ever felt him give you.
“Should anything happen to me- the Dauphin out of mercy he shall make sure you are safely brought home to England as an act of diplomacy. I made him promise. And the remaining soldiers will guard you, as well as my uncle.”
“But if…nothing happens to you…” you asked hopefully.
“Then…you remember your promise…” he said with a grin.
“I will see you in our tent…”
He smiled, then he went down and kissed your hand. Tears in his eyes.
“I never knew one soul like yours. Your courage, your kind heart, your wisdom…the greatest of all queens in all nations, and if I had my choice of every woman, it would still be you…”
You embraced him a last time.
“I love you, Y/N. And you will always be loved by me. Thank you…thank you for everything…”
“I love you too, Henry…”
Sharing a brief last kiss on your forehead, he went on his white horse. You felt tears streaming down your face. Then off he went with his men to battle. You never felt prouder of him. Though you felt yourself crying, you were smiling as well. Proud of your king. Your lover. Your husband.
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I’m Your Whore
Summary: who deserves to be called the White Wolf
Pairings: Geralt of Rivia X Reader X Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, threesome, rough sex, sucking, sex with an audience, creampie, hair pulling, D/s dynamics, cuckolding, spit roast, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1K
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“We’re here ma’am,” Pietro looks at you through the rear view mirror, and you wait for your bodyguard to open the door. Upon looking away, Pietro gives a quick wink to the giant at your side.
Geralt leans over to you, whispering a quick, “Are you sure you want to do have this meeting in your condition?” You roll your eyes and push the man out of the car.
“Go on, White Wolf. I will not have you telling me what it is that I need to do,” Geralt loved your sass. It was a bit unpredictable at times, and he hopes that you are of clear mind during your meeting with Steve and his own White Wolf.
He gets out, holding the door open for you, and extends his hand. Waiting for you to take a few steps forward, and he begins following you. Your head high as you walk through the halls of Steve’s estate. Your heels clicking down the way, alerting Steve of your arrival, and he peeks his head out of his office.
“Nice of you to join me,” the blonde man gives you a nod as he holds his hand out for you to follow him into the room. You greet his own guard Bucky with a nod, and wait on Geralt to pull out your chair before he takes the place behind you. His hands crossed in front of him. Geralt gives a quick smile to Bucky, and turns his gaze down to look at your lap.
“Steve, what is the meaning of this?” You cock up a perfectly arched eyebrow watching as he takes his place at the other end of the table. Bringing your fingers onto the table, your French manicure taps on the lavish wood, but he still sits there quietly.
His ringed fingers rub over his lips, pursing them in thought, “Steven? I haven’t got all day.”
“It appears that we have a dilemma?”
“Oh?” You turn your head to look at him, “And what is our dilemma?”
“Do you not find it curious that both our guards have the same nickname?” You lean back into your chair, and shake your head. When he continues to sit silently, you tap on Geralt’s hand, and he scoots your chair back. Standing up with his assistance, Steve’s slams a fist on the table, “Sit down.”
You sit quickly, glaring at him. Daring him to say another word, “I proposed a way to determine who should keep their name,” you sigh, taking a deep breath, annoyed that Steve was wasting your time. “Why don’t they see who can make you cum faster?”
“Steve!”
“What?” He chuckles, “Are you trying to say that you haven’t look at either of these men and imagined what they would feel like buried in between your thighs? You keep Geralt on a short leash, while you eye Bucky every time you’re in his presence. Try and deny it, Darling. You are curious.”
“Is this why you gave me an out to this meeting?” You turn around to look at your White Wolf, and he nods with a smirk. “The three of you just casually discuss my cunt?”
“Yes,” Steve tells you, spinning around a few of his rings. “It’s not everyday we see a strong woman with so much power. Sometimes it’s nice to see the face she makes at her most vulnerable?”
“And when is that, Steve?”
“Right before climax. You let your walls down as your cunt clenches down on a fat cock. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head, while you’re taken to another plane of existence. Just pleasure. Pure, unadulterated, sinful, pleasure. Seeing how both men want to keep their nickname, you will be the judge on who is in fact the White Wolf? Look at it as becoming their She Wolf. One will rise in ranks, while the other will be reborn. Are you not going to take me up on my offer? I’m giving you a gift.”
Steve’s eyes darken as he watches you. Your eyes coast down Bucky’s front, before you look back at Steve, “And where do you propose that this takes place?”
Steve snaps his fingers, and Geralt lifts your body up, sitting you down on the table, before he steps in between your thighs. Pushing them so wide that your skirt rips. Gasping up at him, and Bucky crawls on the table behind you.
“You’re wanting to watch?” You look back nervously at Steve, but he was already making himself comfortable in a chair, perfect to view you being taken apart by the large men. Bucky’s mouth attaches to your neck, and he leaves a trail of goosebumps with every open mouth kiss he presses onto you. Sucking bruises into your skin, while Geralt’s fingers make shapes on your thigh. Slowly making their way up higher.
“Why would I not want to? I need to see which one brings out the prettiest sounds in your voice,” he stands up, walking behind Geralt. Getting right in his ear, while his lust blown eyes stare down at you, “Here’s your chance White Wolf. Fuck her.”
“Geralt,” you say his name quickly, but then his body rolls, and you feel his bulge at your core.
“What do you say, Darling? You up for the challenge?”
“Yes,” you whimper out, and Bucky lays you flat on the table. His mouth moving your own. Kissing you upside down, while his fingers rip off your blouse. The different feeling of his flesh hand and metal hand kneading your tits has you moaning into his mouth.
Geralt rips off your panties, and spreads your legs out wide. Whistling at just how wet you were, and it was all for them. His hands grab at the back of your knees, and he brings them down by your side. Making your legs go in the same direction as your head, and Bucky finally lifts up. Watching Geralt take his thick cock out, and slaps it against your clit, creating strings of his precum and your arousal.
Pushing his thick cock in your entrance, he quickly pushes all the way in, before pulling out just as fast. Leaving you whining at the violent stretch and added loss of him. Panting, and Bucky lifts you up, and forces your head to look at your spread cunt. “Watch him this time,” he coos into your ear.
Geralt slides into your warmth slowly this time. Wanting you to feel every inch of his cock. Every ridge of his length hugged by your cunt tightly. And when he bottoms out, your wide eyes look up at him. Bucky’s hand presses onto your stomach, and you look over at Steve, “What is it?”
“Oh, he’s in her stomach. You see that,” he moves his hand, bringing your own to the bump on your belly. “You feel it?” Geralt pulls himself out slowly. Achingly slow, and you watch the bulge disappear. And then he pounds into your heat with fury, and you feel it balloon back up. “You like that? You like how deep he is?”
“Uh-huh,” your fingers grip onto his wide waist, and you give him a little nod. “Wanna feel you more, White Wolf.”
Geralt grunts, and starts rutting into you. Overpowering your body, while you become a complete mess. “Steve,” you call out his name, eyes glancing over at him. He was enjoying the show. Taking a slow drink of his bourbon, while his hand palms himself. “Steve!”
“Does your White Wolf make you feel full?” You nod your head, gasping when Geralt’s tip edges at your cervix. “He is a big boy. Thick and veiny, just how you like it, huh? You gonna be a whore for Geralt?” You shake your head no, because while you enjoyed this, you didn’t want to be a whore for him.
“Would you hurry up,” Bucky pleads, giving your nipples a hard pinch. “I wanna see how much her hole is gaping when your finished with her.”
Geralt, a man of few words, picks up his pace. Rolling his pelvis deep into your cunt. He was a genius. Hitting every one of your spots, and your eyes go hazy as euphoria pulses through your body. Your velvet walls clench tight around him, and he grunts, struggling to pull himself out. You had him in a vice grip. Taking every inch of him.
“She’s been gripping me tight,” he grunts out. Gritting his teeth, he slams into you one more time before his spunk paints your heated walls.
“Move,” Bucky demands, getting himself onto the floor. He twists your body to lay on your stomach. Gripping your hair at the root, he lifts your head to look at Steve, “Want him to see what a mess I can make you.”
His movements were smooth as he pushes into you. His own little whimper rings into your ears, and you weren’t prepared for how soaking wet his pretty sounds were going to make you. A fresh flood of slick coats your walls. And he moans again. Starting to rut into you vigorously.
Hips pounding onto your ass, and he starts nibbling at your shoulder. Smirking up at Steve when his hand wraps around your body, and he starts making tight circles on your bundle of nerves. Bucky lets go of your hair, and your head droops down. Your mouth dry at all the sounds you’ve made, but there was one that Steve wasn’t ready to hear.
“Bucky,” you choke out as pleasure overtakes you.
Steve stands up, and is over to you in two strides. Gripping at your cheeks, lifting your face up to look at him, “Now, I thought I told you I was giving you a gift. These two men may be fucking you dumb, but I’m the only one that should be on your mind. If I hear you say, moan, scream, or even fucking mumble one of their names again, I will fuck you so hard you’ll be walking funny for a week. Don’t test me, Princess. You said I owned this pussy, and I will let anyone fuck her, and you’ll like it, but only your husband’s name echos off those pretty lips. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” you pant out. Your voice was hoarse already, and your head bounces around with Bucky’s motions. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re forgiven,” Steve was so fucking hard. He was refusing to pull his cock out. His thick hand just rubs over his tighten pants, and you drool at how calm he was.
Flat on your stomach, while you look over to your husband, Bucky props himself up on his fists. He pistons hard into your abused snatch, and you let out a loud drawn out moan. Everyone in the house can hear you. Could hear the table legs scratch the floor with every hard pound into you that Bucky makes. Your pussy makes loud squelching sounds. It reverberates off the wall, and all three men are mesmerized by how much you could take.
Geralt walks over to lift your chin up, and you realize that he had crawled onto the table. Your face right in between his thighs, “You’re not too dumb to suck on my fat cock, are you?”
“N-n-no,” Bucky doesn’t slow with your whimpers. In fact it just makes him slam into your harder. Using his thrusts to bob you over Geralt’s cock. Bucky doesn’t even care that your cunt is clenching down on him again. He looks up at his best friend with a smirk. Flicking his head over to Steve, who stands up.
Bucky makes sure to pull his cock almost completely out of you. Letting your husband watch as your cream coats Bucky’s member. Your slick covers his cock as it glistens in the lighting.
“Yep, this is a perfect way to occupy your mouth. So who gets to keep the White Wolf?”
Pulling his cock out of you, Geralt slaps you across the face, asking who again, pulling his dick out of your mouth to slap across your cheeks. “Both. Both,” you whimper out again. Looking up at Steve who finally fists his cock slowly. “Both!” You scream out as Bucky slams into your cunt one last time before he spurts deep into your core, and you moan out Steve’s name.
“Alright, gentleman. Stay if you wish, but looks like we’re going to have to do this again. At least until she chooses” he walks over to you, and pushes Bucky out of the way. “Stay if you must, but now, I’m going to be the one to fuck my wife. Even if she is a bit incoherent now. You can handle a few more orgasms, right?”
You give him a nod as he lines himself up. Taking a deep breath before he barrels into your warmth, “I’ll let you know when you can play again boys,” Steve always controlled the situation. Always. “And you my darling wife. You take cock like the best girl. It’s like you were made to be my whore, huh?”
“Yes, sir. I’m your whore.”
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—MY DEAREST FRIEND AND ENEMY. (1/5)
pairing: ona batlle x fem!reader
synopsis: you were ona’s biggest headache at man united, until you both move to barcelona.
word count: 3.7k
a/n: i’ve been watching the men’s game for years but i’ve finally sobered FINAL TODAY LET’S GO ENGLAND LET’S GO SPAIN (MOSTLY SPAIN)
PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V
It started four years ago when Ona first signed for United. She didn’t notice at first the way you were always gunning for her, she was just doing her job.
But now, you were here in Barcelona with her. As she looked up at you, a soft smile on your face, everything she had buried in the past year all came rushing back.
Everyone was aware of the new signing from the States for her rival club just a couple of weeks before, a dragged-out saga of whether you were going to choose City or United. Unfortunately for her, you chose the Sky Blues.
If things had been different, maybe she wouldn’t have despised you as much as she did.
The first Manchester derby you played, she thought marking you would be easy until you dribbled past her several times to register a goal and assist. She must have been glowering at you when she walked back to the midfield line, because you shrugged before grinning at her, saying: “All in a day’s work.”
“Could I just ask what put Man City above all the other contenders for your signature?”
“Well, I mean, it’s a great club with a great history, amazing players too. I’ve spoken at length with the new manager and he gave me a rough plan for next year’s project. So I’m really excited and confident that it’ll be a great destination for me.”
“What do you say to the people who think you’ve chosen City for the money?”
“People can think whatever they want to think. I’ll just play my game, and they can judge me all they want. It’s all anyone’s good for.”
“You’ve just transferred from Portland, you’ve got an enormous price tag for the women’s game, tons of big clubs in Europe wanted you. There’s a mounting pressure on you, it seems. Do you think you’ll be up for the challenge of the Women’s Super League?”
“It’s no fun if it’s not a challenge.”
Ona Batlle was what people considered a modern full-back, dangerous in attack just as she was solid in defense. But when playing against Man City, she usually has to stay back to avoid a dangerous winger finding their way into the box; you. It wasn’t her way of playing, and it frustrated her that that was what her role was while her team was struggling to create chances, especially when she knew she could help.
“I want you to stay back and mark Y/L/N. Whatever you do, do not let her out of your sight,” Casey had told her.
She hated you for caging her in, and the worst part was she wasn’t sure if she can stop you sometimes.
The night before her next game against you, she watched how you played the previous match, studied your movement carefully, and took notes. She liked that she had found a pattern. You liked to use your speed, but you also liked to taunt your defenders; a pace of prime Thierry Henry’s, and showboating tendencies like that of Neymar. It’s why you were so entertaining to watch, because every defender you faced ended up a sort of decoration to your parlor tricks, her included.
Ona never liked being second best to anybody, and certainly not to you.
And so when she was on the pitch, zeroing on you like a hawk, there was nothing stopping her from getting away from you. She didn’t need to resort to any risky challenges, she just needed to stick with you, keep you at arm’s length, and stay between you and the goal at all costs.
You may be a skilled player for your age, but controlling your temper is something you haven’t been able to achieve. She heard you cursing a few times, eventually earning you a yellow card when your insults were directed at the referee.
The ball had only left the City’s goalkeeper, Roebuck, yet she already felt you pushing back against her.
The game ended 3-1 for United, but she was secretly much happier that she had managed to piss you off so much, that you didn’t bother shaking hands with her afterwards.
“Congratulations, Ona. A huge victory for United. What do you think went well today?”
“I think that our plans worked because we practiced and showed what we’re able to do. We didn’t have a lot of possession, but we focused on the counterattacks, and I think that definitely was a very effective tactic today.”
“I have to ask you about Y/N Y/L/N. She’s been a formidable player in the league until now, and notoriously difficult to defend against, but she was practically silenced today on the left-hand side. Do you think you had something to do with that?”
“I think what I’ve prepared in defense has worked out, for sure. I’ve also got my teammates to thank for covering the grounds for me. Y/L/N is a good player, and it’s always a joy to play against her.”
Her rivalry with you continued, and soon even the press was picking up on it. Manchester derbies now included Y/L/N v. Batlle, and everyone was predicting what crazy thing would happen next. It wasn’t common for defenders to make waves in the paper compared to superstar strikers or even midfielders unless they were linked with a big move. But soon Ona was reading about herself in the news, how she has defended Manchester United’s left wing with an iron grip, how they started calling her la matadora, for her ability to hold off forwards and tame them like bullfighters do.
One bull remained to be tamed though, and her conundrum continued into her second season at United.
Unlike her, you seemed to take the new breath of fame easily enough. Day in and day out, there were news of you scoring goals and bringing Man City to the top of the table by November.
You were born to be a star.
But Ona knew from shooting stars in the game that burned out too quickly; if you let what’s outside the pitch get to you, you might as well just leave it altogether. You might have been a good player, on your way to becoming a great one even, but you did have a flare for the dramatics which riled up the press quite a bit. If she was lucky, maybe the pressure would take you out of the game before she does.
International breaks were times she always look forward to, being able to represent her country. Even if they were friendly matches, she knew Spain was always being watched, as a team’s form was important on the world stage. The team would play two friendly matches, the first one being against Brazil and the other against the United States. Some friendly fixtures . . .
Brazil was a breeze, mainly because she wouldn’t have to face her biggest adversary. Naturally, you were called up to your national team, and the back-and-forth game persisted.
She had played against you many times at club level, but the way you played for your country was something else. There was more passion to the way you weave your way through defenders, more flare to your shots. It could also be the adrenaline of being called up for the first time, and wanting to prove yourself—she knew that feeling well.
It didn’t come as a surprise, then, that when a long ball was played over the defense line and Marta Cardona was on her way towards goal, you’d be there to strike her down right at the edge of the box. Her teammates appealed, and the referee paused the game, but all Ona saw was red. With a speed she didn’t know she had in her, she sprinted to you and shoved you away as you were bending down in a show of checking on Marta.
“What was that?! You could have broken her ankle, cabrona!”
“Watch it.”
You had never seen her so angry before—her jaw locked as she continued to hurl insults at you. If she wasn’t your mortal enemy maybe you could have found it attractive. So you pushed back, and soon both your teammates and hers crowded around you, trying to separate you. Kelley put her arm around your neck and walked away, telling you to “keep your cool, this is only a friendly”.
Never, you thought. Never while I’m playing against her.
You apologized to Marta eventually, and she was cool with it. “Heat of the moment”, she said, and you were grateful. You never meant to hurt anyone. Sometimes you just couldn’t control your adrenaline spike.
As expected, Ona didn’t even look at you after the match. So you went home with Marta.
The next morning at breakfast, Ona heard laughing from the girls surrounding Marta.
“How was your American late-night snack, Marta?” Leila laughed.
The girl only shook her head with a grin. “It was delicious, alright.”
Ona didn’t know what that twisted feeling in her gut was when she heard what Marta said, as she walked back to her hotel room after breakfast. She just knew that as long as she was alive, you were the most despicable person she knew.
ESPN: Y/L/N-Batlle Feud Continues, Bonmatí Controls Midfield in Spain-USWNT Clash
“LOS ANGELES -- Thursday night saw a friendly match between Spain’s women's national team and the USWNT at the Snapdragon Stadium that ended in a 2-2 draw.
Several debutants started for both teams, including Man City powerhouse Y/N Y/L/N. After a stunning cross into the box from the left for Mallory Pugh to tap in, a dangerous slide tackle on Marta Cardona ensured Y/L/N to be the heart of a confrontation between several players, including Ona Batlle. It seems their club rivalry persists as they were seen giving each other a very clear piece of their minds, and several clashes succeeded the Cardona tackle.
It would have been a good performance for both if not for the slip of attitude. One thing is clear, though; the mentality is there, and it sure is entertaining to watch.
[…]”
The end of the season was fast approaching, and while you had become a thorn in her side, it came to a point in which she would not think about you until a week before a clash. This one in particular was crucial in the race for a Champions League spot that both Manchester clubs were vying for. She knew what it meant for the club to secure a UCL spot for the first time, and you were not about to ruin it for her.
Tooney and Millie invited her out for dinner the night before the derby, but she turned them down, opting for a quiet night in instead. After a few hours, however, she suddenly felt antsy, the anticipation before the game nipping at her. It was only 7pm when she checked and she decided to go for a run. She followed the familiar path she always takes to the nearby park, and she was glad she did because the sun was going down, leaving a glorious trail of orange in the sky. She loved these peaceful moments, away from adrenaline, away from the constant pressure, away from constantly having to push herself or she’d be called ‘lazy’.
A constant huffing sound appeared next to her, and when Ona looked down she saw an adorable corgi looking up at her while wagging its tail.
“Hello,” she bent down and pet the dog. Loving the attention, the little corgi jumped up in an attempt to lick her face, to which she let out a laugh.
“Bratwurst! Come back here!” She heard a voice call in the distance, which she assumed must have been the owner. “Sorry, he loves people.”
Ona looked up, and her face dropped. You did the same, standing frozen in front of her. Bratwurst was jumping up and down before you, probably excited that he received pets from someone else today.
She had never seen you in plain clothes before. You clearly knew how to dress yourself, because she might have admitted that you looked good if she didn’t hate you so much. But it was difficult to see you as anything else other than Y/N Y/L/N, Manchester City winger, and potentially Golden Boot winner this season by the looks of it.
And yet, she sat down on a nearby bench with you anyway, watching Bratwurst stick his butt in the air, attempting to catch a squirrel.
“I named him Bratwurst ‘cause he’s . . . long, you know?” You chuckled. ”Short form is Brat too, that’s kinda funny.”
In a sea of northern Englishmen, she never got to hear your American accent properly as she’d only heard you speak no more than two words to her, and most of the time they weren’t pleasant.
“How do you have time to own a dog?” She asked.
“He’s a foster. I just got him a couple of weeks ago.” You looked down at your fingers. “It’s nice to have him to come home to.”
The conversation died down, and suddenly Ona felt like this was a mistake. Maybe she should just leave, and continue her run. But she saw a different side to you—a gentler, quieter side unlike the boastful player she knew you as—and she wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or not.
“Are you planning on adopting him permanently?”
“Maybe. I just want to make sure that I’m settled before making him move.”
You leaned back, placed your arm on the bench, and closed your eyes.
“You don’t want to stay in Manchester?”
“I don’t know yet. Why, would you be happy if I did?” You smirked, and she saw a glimpse of that player again.
Yes. “Your presence doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t bring me any joy either.”
“Just face it, Batlle.” You turned your body to her. “I get under your skin, don’t I?”
Ona blinked, her jaw clenching. “You don’t intimidate me, Y/L/N. You might be used to people bowing at your feet, but I won’t let you walk all over me. We will win tomorrow, and you might think to show some respect for others in the game.”
“Sorry, Batlle, can’t let you win. We’re playing Champions League next season.” You really enjoyed taunting her.
Ona huffed and stood up. As she walked away, she heard you call out to her. “See you on the pitch tomorrow, la matadora!”
There was nothing you could ever do to make yourself less hateful in her eyes.
It was matchday, kick-off time. Ona saw you on the other side of the midfield line. “Remember what you came here to do, and finish the job,” Marc had told them in the dressing room. He was right. She had a job to do, and she wasn’t about to let you ruin that for her.
They were to play with a high line today, which required Ona to stay near the midfield line and run back, should a forward slip through. About halfway through the first half, she had a startling realization; you were dropping back too, playing a number-10 role. It meant that she couldn’t do what she did last time you met, because there would be a gaping hole where she covers.
United was leading 1-0 by halftime, and while they had the advantage, the fight was far from over.
“Okay, ladies. Have a drink and take a seat,” Marc stood at the front of the dressing room. “We’re doing good, we’re holding them off. Keep up the pressure.”
Ona sat back to catch her breath. You were much more versatile than she thought, and maybe that was her mistake for underestimating you. It seemed too easy that you were giving her exactly what she wanted, playing high at the flank like she always does. There was more to it, but she needed to adapt.
Ona held your gaze for a moment across the field. You weren’t giving up. It seemed you were confident enough in whatever wicked plan you still had up your sleeve, that you sent her a smirk back.
It was the 70th minute of the game and they were so close to achieving it. Katie was looking for a pass, so Ona made herself available.
There was empty space near the side of the box, and she wanted to utilize it but it meant having to get past a couple of defenders.
“Vilde! 1, 2!” She called, passed the ball to her teammate, and started running. Her momentum was halted when Vilde’s ball was cut off and instantly launched forward.
The counterattack came so quickly, it must have been what you practiced. 1-1.
Suddenly, the tides have shifted. The momentum was with City. Time was running out, and the sudden goal disoriented her team. It took about five minutes for everyone to get their head back into the game, but Ona could tell City were used to having possession by then.
And then, in the 88th minute, you were given the ball from the left. Everyone except Alessia had dropped back to defend a series of dangerous balls up until now. You didn’t have anyone to pass to without getting intercepted, and you were outside of the box. So you took the shot. She watched helplessly as the ball flew past Mary into the top right corner.
1-2.
Ona’s body ran cold as she watched you celebrate with your teammates.
When the final whistle came shortly after, she collapsed on her knees.
Some of her teammates were there to console her, but she let their comfort pass through her. She needed to break something.
She needed to get away from everyone and found a spot near the bathrooms where she could catch her breath. Her boots were dangling from her hand by the laces. She slumped against a wall and began to cry, the boots clattering next to her on the floor.
It wasn’t that she was sad to have lost—she blamed herself for letting you get to her head. The interaction of the day before got her thinking what ifs. What if we didn’t meet under these circumstances? What if I could have just gotten to know you without wanting to rip your head off every time I see you?
You heard quiet sobs down the hallway and knew it was her. You had quickly gone into the tunnel when you didn’t see her anywhere on the pitch, but you certainly weren’t expecting to see her cry.
“Batlle?” You called.
She didn’t seem to notice you, sitting against the wall and wiping her face with her shirt.
“Hey, it’s okay.” That was a stupid thing to say considering you just beat her out of a Champions League spot, of course it’s not okay.
“I’m really not in the mood,” she said, looking away.
“You did good out there,” you said, watching her anxiously.
“Don’t act like you care,” she sniffled. “You got what you wanted.”
“I’m not as heartless as you think, Ona.” You quipped back. “I’m not sorry that we won, but I am sorry that you’re hurt.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She sobbed and glared at you. It sent a chill down your bones. “I wish we had never met.”
How do you tell her that you never meant for things to go this way? That every word you had ever said to her didn’t stem from malice but from fear? You had wished to push her away so that you don’t collide with her head-on. How do you tell her that no matter how hard you tried, you still gravitated toward her?
“I’m sorry.” You repeated, like a fool.
She was hurting because of you.
You snuck a glance at the form of the girl in front of you, like you would be penalized if you were caught looking at her. You took a step back to go, but she held onto your arm and pulled your body against her.
You had been fantasizing about having your mouth against her for months, usually in absurd circumstances, like you two making out in a bed of roses or you giving her a kiss after she, a masked superhero, saved you from danger. Never like this, muscles aching, sweat coating your foreheads, wearing your respective uniforms—being so you doing this.
You wanted to enjoy it. Her lips were soft and salty, and she might have secured you by the waist against her. Your knees trembled as you sighed into her lips, pushing her against the wall gently. Your hesitancy soon turned into hunger, as you pressed your body into hers, desperate to feel her.
Murmurs in the distance snapped you out of it. “Where’s Ona?” You made out one of the voices saying.
You looked back at her, your faces just inches away. You never noticed, but she had so many beautiful freckles adorning her face.
“Ona—“ You said, but she quickly picked up her boots and left towards the voices.
Chest heaving and head spinning, you slumped against the wall with a small grin, bringing your fingers up to touch your lips where she had been.
“Where have you been?” Keira asked in the dressing room, but you just shook your head.
“Just to the bathroom.”
Sky Sports: Man City’s Talisman Y/N Y/L/N Nets Stunning Late Goal Against Man United To Secure UWCL Spot
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a/n: this gif is so y/n and ona coded
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Badge Bunny - Part II
Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader
This can be read as a stand alone but find part I here!
Masterlist
Summary: A routine check at your bar goes sour. It may not be his fault, but you can certainly take out all of your frustrations on your boyfriend.
Word Count: 6.1k
18+ Minors DNI!
Warnings: Porn, with plot. Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Toxic relationship (let's be honest here). Reader is physically assaulted at the beginning (not by Gator). Slight mommy kink. Switch Gator. Switch Reader. Light choking. Bondage. Oral (m & f receiving - face riding). Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Orgasm denial (m). Breeding kink. Creampie.
It was a quiet Thursday night at the Lucky Lizard Bar and Grille, more bar than it's ever been a grill. You have your regulars that have been coming here to escape for years after a hard day's work needing to blow off a little steam before heading to their respective homes.
Much like any other weeknight, about ten patrons sit at the bar and various tables in the dimly lit building.
Neons in mostly red and blue decorated the walls, reflecting those colors back onto the faces you served. The jukebox in the corner pulling up another old country song these geezers loved to hear.
Henry was behind the bar, as usual, while you waited on the tables.
It was more lively on the weekends when people your age tend to come out for karaoke when there was nothing else to do in this town on a Saturday night. That’s when the real tips came in and why you suffered these boring weekdays.
You were over in the corner to yourself counting tonight's tips totaling a whopping forty-two bucks.
Looking up only when you heard the familiar, grating voice of Sheriff Roy Tillman booming over the speakers, as two other deputies followed in behind him.
Henry was quick to turn the music off.
“Alright everyone, IDs out. Just a friendly, routine check.” He smirked, as he caught your eye.
Smug fucking bastard.
Henry spoke up, “What’s this about Sheriff?”
Everyone knows damn good and well that he never came to this part of town, let alone caught dead in this bar for a so-called 'friendly’ check or otherwise.
“Like I said Henry, just a routine check.” He motioned to the other two and they moved to start checking everyone.
You were glued to your spot, unsure of what to do. You were busy keeping your eye on Roy you hadn’t noticed Deputy Shelton walk up slowly beside you.
“ID,” he huffed out, as you turned to look up at him. He licked his lips as his beady eyes followed your curves down and slowly back up.
“I work here dipshit; I don’t have my ID on me.” You didn’t think before the words left your mouth.
“Sounds like we’ve got a problem here then.” He clicked his tongue. “See, Sheriff there got a tip this place is serving minors and we’ve got to make sure everyone’s of age. That includes you.” He stepped closer, crowding your space; the stench of his mentholated dip stuck between his lip hitting you as he spoke.
“Seein’ that I’ve never stepped foot in this shit hole before, you just look like some common bar whore t’me.”
He edged more into your space, making you take a step back further into the dimly lit corner. Further away from where others could see you.
“Ask Henry. He’ll vouch for me. Hell ask...,” you were cut off, squeaking with surprise as he grabbed your upper arm, getting right in your face.
“You back talkin’ me? No ID, and now you’re disrespecting an officer of the law? How stupid are you? I could arrest you right now and haul your ass to the station.”
“No, sir.” You timidly spoke, gritting your teeth trying to maintain some level of composure instead of ripping his head off.
He once again moved closer into your space, his hips pushing into yours. You had nowhere else to go, back hitting the rough wall.
“We can always remedy this situation, after hours, if you know what I mean.” His lips curled back into a nasty smile. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. “What do you say, baby? Out back, in the alley would do just fine. I’m sure you’re used to’ that.”
His lewd insinuation made your stomach lurch.
Before you could respond Roy spoke up behind him.
“Shelton, problem back here?” For once grateful to see him.
“Naw Sheriff, just this bitch tryin’ to say she doesn’t have an ID.” He turned to face the other man, a smug look plastered to his own face, no doubt happy with his work, grip still tight on your arm, surely to leave bruises, as he pulled you around with him.
You knew most of the deputies in town were aware that you and Gator were together. Shelton was one of the hardcore jerks stuck so far up Roy’s ass that he didn’t care to pay much attention to anything else. Maybe he didn’t recognize you, or maybe he was just trying to gain favor with Roy.
“Ah, Y/N. Pleasant surprise.” He nodded, tipping his hat toward you.
The grip on your arm loosened just a bit as Shelton looked back down at you, eyes widening at the realization.
“Y/N? Gator’s Y/N?”
“The one and only.” You spoke up, looking straight back at him, while wrenching yourself from his now weak hold.
You straighten your posture, gaze shifting between both men.
“We’re almost done here Y/N. You can get back to work serving these fine men of Stark County.”
“Sure, Sheriff.” You put your head down as you walk behind the bar to the storage area where you kept your things while on shift.
It felt like the eyes of the entire bar were trailing you. You were sure if you looked up, they would be.
Henry gave you a pitying frown as you passed him, before he gently touched your arm, halting your path.
“Hey, you can go for the night. I think most everyone will clear out after this. No one wants to be hanging around knowing the Sheriff could be watching for drunk drivers.”
You just nod and continue to the back.
You grabbed your phone from your purse, typing out a quick but effective text.
WHERE ARE YOU???
It only took a few seconds to see those three dots appear. Then disappear. Then reappear once more.
Outside. Back lot.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, hoping to God that he had somehow just gotten here and hadn’t been out there the whole damn time but in the back of your mind you already knew that answer.
Putting the phone away, grabbing your purse, and throwing your jacket over your shoulders you head straight for the back door avoiding going through the front walking past Roy and his goons. You could still hear them talking with Henry as you made your exit.
The chill of the night air bit at your bare legs sending a shiver up your spine. His truck was situated in his usual parking spot whenever he would pick you up from a late-night shift. You slammed the door behind you.
Feeling like your blood was boiling, you stalked over to where he sat behind the wheel. Seeing the end of his vape light up before you could actually see him, with the putrid fruity scented cloud drifting from the window.
“Bunny,” he began as you got closer to the window, but you cut him off.
“Are you fucking kidding me Gator? Please tell me you weren’t out here this entire fucking time?”
He looked down, his silence giving you the answer as you slowly nodded, lips pursed. You could feel the fresh sting of tears welling up behind your eyes as you looked away from him.
“I’m sorry. My hands were tied.”
Taking a step back, you really appraised him. This man who was fiercely in love with you but also took a back seat when it came to his old man.
You nod, “Yeah, I get it.”
You had made up your mind.
“Fuck you, Gator Tillman.” Flipping him off as you turned away, stomping toward the main road.
“Bunny! Baby, don't be like that!” He watches you walk away, knowing you were in no mood to listen to reason.
He slammed his fist into the steering wheel, “Fuck.”
He let out a deep breath while putting the truck into drive to chase you down.
You had accepted the letdown. Per usual, just another man not living up to your expectations. Words mean absolutely nothing without some action behind them.
Using your phone's flashlight to navigate the desolate road back to your house, it was going to be a long walk.
The headlights cut through behind you, casting your shadow well beyond your line of vision into the night.
The engine roared up beside you, as he slowed the truck to your pace but you kept a steady path forward, not giving him the satisfaction of looking over.
“Bun, come on. We both know you're not gonna walk all the way home. It's cold. Get in the truck.”
You ignore him, head held high, arms tucked around yourself shielding you from the cool weather as you continue a few more paces.
“Seriously? Just gonna ignore me? That's how it's gonna be? Fine. Walk home, stubborn ass. See if I give a shit.”
You scoff, knowing he'll stay here all night if it meant you'd make it home safe and sound. Bad boy but secret softie for you.
He was growing more impatient by the second.
“Baby, C’mon. I'll make it up t'you.” He pleaded.
You stopped. He perked up, hopeful but deflated when he saw your face once you turned toward him. Tear stained, reddened and flustered.
“Make it up to me? That shouldn't have happened in the first place! If I wasn't involved with you, Roy wouldn't even bother coming by that damn place!” You yelled out, now beyond frustrated.
He let out an over exaggerated huff as his foot slammed on the brake.
“Goddamnit Bunny! Get in the fuckin' truck. You're not walkin’ home in the dark. Take this as my last warning before I drag your ass in here.” He leveled his gaze. You knew he'd do it, as you had learned the hard way on more than one occasion.
“Fine.” You sighed, not feeling up to struggling any more than you had to, stepping over and opening the door. You hopped in and slammed it. The noise made him grit his teeth and shut his eyes, but he held his tongue.
You curled into yourself and crossed your arms. Ignoring his pointed look, opting to stare out the window instead.
The rest of the drive was filled with the hum of the engine and radio softly playing. He hadn’t bothered trying to converse with you. You’d talk when you were ready. He knew when he could push and this wasn’t one of those times, though he didn’t understand why you were so mad.
Roy had told him it was just an ID check, nothing out of the ordinary and he should just “sit this one, it's a conflict of interest.” Gator did as he was told knowing you’d be a little ticked but hadn’t expected this much bratty behavior.
He pulled up to your small house. Rarely ever staying at Roy’s anymore, instead calling home wherever you may be.
You didn’t wait for him to fully put the truck in park before jumping out, slamming the door once again.
He simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath to control his temper. It was going to be a long night.
You walked through the door and shrugged off your jacket, slinging it onto the couch. The leather suddenly felt suffocating when you made it into the house.
Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge grabbing a fresh beer; cracking it open and chugging back about half as you heard his heavy footfalls behind you.
Gator wasn’t stupid. Something was wrong. You rarely drank, given your job most days it was revolting to you.
He unzipped his vest, removing it before setting it on the back of the kitchen chair. Then removed his hat, running a hand through his hair that was now falling at the sides.
“Bunny, you goin’ to keep bein’ a bitch and ignore me all night or are you gonna tell me what the hell happened back there?”
You were mid-swig when the words left his mouth. You slowly lowered the bottle from your lips and set it on the counter beside you, composure starting to fail.
Turning on your heel, you lunged at him. Pushing him as hard as you could, but it only moved him enough to send him back a few inches.
“Fuck you, Gator!” You yelled; eyes full of rage but it only spurred him more.
He smirked, a crooked smile across his lips that only infuriated you more as he straightened back up to his full height.
“Fuck, I love when you get like this.” His voice now turning sultry, hand reaching for your left wrist still situated on his chest.
You blinked as your mind caught up with the insinuation. You reared your free hand back to slap him, but he easily caught it mid-air.
“That’s it, need to take it out on me? Need to use me?” He whispered lower. Eyes trailing down, catching your already heaving chest. Your body now betraying you.
“Huh Bun? That…” Stopping mid-sentence, his gaze softened as he dropped his grasp from your wrist, instead lifting his hand back up to your arm as his fingers traced newly forming bruises.
“Who the fuck touched you?” He didn’t look at you directly, still examining the finger shaped splotches of light purple.
Your gaze followed his, examining them yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before looking back up at him.
“I… It was Shelton. He…”
“I’ll fuckin’ kill him.” His jaw tightened. You could see the tendons in his neck strain as he released a harsh breath. The gears in his head were already turning.
“Gator,” you spoke softly. “Baby, please. Don't do anything rash. I need you here with me right now.”
Reaching up to cup his face, making him look you in the eye.
You leaned up nuzzling your nose into his jaw, your mouth hot on his skin. The slightest stubble forming from the long day, scratching along your cheek.
Your lips working their way up, legs straining as you stood on the tips of your toes, reaching the shell of his ear, “Make me forget,” you whispered.
Your hand slowly slid down his chest, past his belt buckle. You took his already hardening length in your hand, giving him a teasing squeeze as he responds with a breathy moan, kicking up under your touch.
“Make me forget his hands were ever on me.” You kissed him lightly, letting your words sink in.
“Anything you want Bunny. I'm all yours.”
You pull back slightly, searching his face as he tilts his head looking down at you. His usual warm caramel swirls now turned into black pools blown full.
“Get your ass in the bedroom. Now, mama.”
Smacking your ass when you don't move fast enough, groping your cheek with his large hand pulling you further into him.
His turn to whisper in your ear. “Get those cuffs ready.”
He released his grip as you moved away from him, a smirk adorning your face knowing what was to come. Another sharp smack as he followed closely behind you.
As soon as you cross the threshold, to your shared room, he wastes no time.
Pressing his chest to your back, hands trailing your curves. One of his large palms comes to rest on your hip, the other wrapping around your throat as he pulls you back, halting your breath.
His prominent bulge pressing into the fat of your ass has you pressing your hips further into him as he groans.
His lips ghost the shell of your ear as he speaks.
“Tell me what you want Bunny. Tell me what you need.” Tightening his grip before releasing it. He wanted you to answer him.
Most of the time he took what he needed; you were pliant to him. On those rare occasions, you could make him speechless with the way you dominated him. It was always a push and pull. He didn't mind letting you take the reins.
“I need you to take off that stupid fuckin' uniform and lay on the bed.”
“Mmmmm… that's it baby. Good girl.” He placed a small kiss to your temple before releasing the hold on you and pulling away from you altogether. The cool air hitting your back where his warmth had just been.
You turned to watch him as he unlatched his thigh holster, laying it on top of the dresser.
You took a seat at the foot of the bed, crossing your legs waiting patiently for his little show.
He smirked, eyes trailing your legs, he was trying to contain himself. He knew this was about you. For you.
He unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his fly. Pulling his shirt free before pulling it up over his head. His broad chest now on display for you, had your thighs pushing further together. It didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't say anything.
He unlaced and kicked his boots to the side, finally letting his pants slide from his waist.
The bulge in his boxers had you salivating. He palmed himself, slowly tracing his thick outline.
“Like what you see?” He licked his lips, hooking the band of his boxers but you stopped him before he shed them.
“Stop. Leave ‘em. Come here.” You pat the empty spot beside you.
He raised his brow but obeyed. He strode over and sat with a bounce, as you got up. Your turn to give him a show. Knowing he was already rock hard; he'd be eating out of the palm of your hand.
You stood a foot from him, almost between his thighs but not quite.
Your fingertips traced your own curves, reaching the hem of your shirt and slowly lifting it to reveal the red lacy bra that always drove him crazy.
“Fuck,” he sucked in a harsh breath. “Do you know what you do to me?”
He tried to grip your hips, but you batted his hands away.
“Nuh uh. You can look. Don't touch.”
He nodded and leant back, attempting to rub himself once more but you grabbed his wrist.
“No, you can't touch yourself either. Be a good boy for me.” You whispered, hand resting on his cheek. “Go ahead and lay back.”
He propped himself back against a couple of pillows, lacing his fingers behind his head, eyes never leaving you as you shimmed your skirt down your hips.
He whistles low, “look at my pretty girl. C’mere baby.” He says as he nods toward his lap. His cock now straining and tented in his boxers.
You saunter over, crawling up the bed slowly toward him.
You lifted yourself so you could straddle his waist, but not dropping your hips, so you were hovering over where he wanted your weight the most.
You move forward, pressing your still covered chest into his. Nose nudging slightly against his before your lips collide.
He brings his hands to your hips with a bruising grip, pushing you down on his cock while his hips shift to meet yours. Grinding, so desperately trying to find the friction you both wanted.
You moan into his mouth at the feeling, his length hitting your clit just right.
“That's it, sweet thing. Let me hear all those pretty noises.”
You lifted up slightly, tracing his jaw with your finger as you spoke.
“Here's what's going to happen tonight. I'm going to ride this handsome face, but” you tightened your hand as much around his throat as it would allow. “If you even think about touching yourself or cumming, I will cuff you and leave you aching and begging all night.”
“Fuck, Bunny. I'll do anything for my girl.” He said as his eyes linger on your lips.
“I'm going to put that mouth to good use.”
He quickly shifted you from his lap, nearly shoving you off the bed in the process. You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped from his show of eagerness.
He scooted down, into the bed allowing himself to be more flat against the pillow.
“C’mon baby, don't leave me waiting. Use me. Use my face. You know you want to.”
You slowly hooked the lace between your fingers and slid them down your thighs as he watched you intently, licking his lips. You flicked them toward him with a giggle. He easily caught them, laying them on the nightstand.
You crawl back over to him and straddle his chest as he pulls you closer, hands digging into the fat of your ass. You grip the headboard to keep from falling forward.
“Don't take it easy either baby, set that pretty ass down and ride my fuckin’ face.”
You nod and lift yourself; he groans once your bare, glistening pussy is on full display in front of him.
“Fuck Bunny, she's dripping already.” Your lips slightly parted, putting you more on display, as you pushed your hips further toward him. “Fuck, look at her.”
You get no warning before he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you down atop his waiting mouth.
He licks a fat stripe from your sopping heat up to your clit. Finding your engorged nub easily, swirling his tongue. Your back arched into the feeling, grinding your hips down as you gripped the headboard tighter.
“Fuck, Gator.” You moaned out. You caught his eyes in between your thighs as he continued.
He was eating you like a man starved. Loving the taste of you on his tongue he could easily cum just from the taste and sight of you coming undone.
Laving his tongue between your entrance to your clit and back down. Savoring everything you'd give him.
It wasn't long before you felt that coil start to tighten. He was watching your face as best he could nestled between your thighs, as you began to scrunch your brows giving in to pleasure.
He took your clit in between his lips and sucked harshly, moaning around you from the way your body reacted to him.
“Baby, fuck!” You cried out, “Just like that.”
He didn't let up, tongue swirling, teeth scraping before sucking you in once more between his lips. You let go while screaming his name, blinded momentarily by the fireworks you swore were behind your eyes.
He sucked gently a few more times, before letting you grind your hips onto him as you came down from your high.
His grip loosened as you slid further down, sitting on his chest, as he started to sit himself back up. He donned a shit eating grin, your fluids slick on his mouth and chin.
You leaned over and fell into the mattress beside him, still trying to catch your breath. Chest heaving from the excursion.
Not giving you much of a reprieve, he started assaulting your neck with his mouth.
Trailing sticky kisses down, his saliva mixed with your juices, tracing your collar, sucking, then quickly soothing it with his tongue. Sure to leave fresh marks in their wake.
Slowly he moved lower, between your cleavage.
He suddenly pulled the fabric of your bra down, taking your already pebbled nipple into his mouth switching between sucking and biting.
You whined at the feeling, as your pussy began to once more throb with an ever-growing need.
His hand traced your stomach, just when you thought he was going to delve between your thighs, he removed his hand entirely.
You chanced a glance down, as he pulled his boxers out of the way and wrapped his hand around his cock. His perfect tip now red and angry, leaking a pearly bead from his slit that he gathered before easing his hand back down.
“Gator,” you say with a breathy exhale.
“Hmmmm?” He hummed without looking up, continuing his current ministrations to himself, while leaving hickies across your chest.
“What did I tell you about keeping your hands to yourself?” Your voice raspy.
He stopped, caught like a deer in headlights, he looked up at you with eyes nearly black. He knew what that tone meant.
“I'm sorry, Bun.” He grins.
“No, but you will be. Lay back and put your hands up, pretty boy.”
You had been waiting for the slip up. The moment he'd fuck up. He always did.
You stood, so he could make himself more comfortable, scooting back up into the bed, his head hitting the pillows as he raised both hands above his head.
“Gator, baby,” you slid the cool steel around one wrist and tightened it into place. “I think you enjoy this a little too much.”
He laughed out, as you clicked the other into place.
If anyone ever happened upon the set of cuffs left around the bed frame, they'd just assume he used them on you. He did some nights but they were mostly used on him. He got handsy, and sometimes you needed to teach him a lesson.
Once you were done, you started to ease your way down to his boxers. Fingers tiptoeing down his chest, his stomach until you reached the hem.
“This what you want, baby?” You teased.
He nodded, face flushed red, as he bit his bottom lip before finally answering, “Yeah. P… please.”
You eased the offending garment from his hips as he aided you by lifting and letting you guide them the rest of the way down his thighs before throwing them to the side.
His cock was sitting pretty, leaned against his abdomen.
His size never ceased to amaze you; thick, and long. Prominent veins running the length. He was perfect.
You eased back up toward him. Hands splayed on his thighs. Watching his cock flex from being so close to where he needed you.
Still wearing your bra, you finally removed it, as he let out a groan.
“Prettiest tits. How'd I get so lucky?” He hummed, mostly to himself.
You spread his thighs apart, seating yourself between them. He bucked slightly, as you heard the metal restraints hit the headboard. You eyed him playfully, but his eyes were already closed, fists clenched.
You lowered your mouth, as your tongue made contact with his shaft, he moaned out a pathetic whine, running it from base to tip. He threw his head back further into the pillows.
“This it baby? This what you need?”
“Mmmmhmmm.” He nodded, still not meeting your gaze. He was trying to stave off his release. This was about you right now.
Your mouth trailed kisses back down his length. Breathing in his heady, musky scent when you reached his balls.
You took one into your mouth, sucking lightly as your other hand teasingly kneaded the other.
“Oh fuck… shit shit shit.” His hips raised, dick bobbing with the motion, only spurring you further as you hummed around him.
“Bunny, baby, please.” He whined out.
You released him with a slight pop.
“Hmmmmm baby? Look at me and tell me what you need.” Your voice was syrupy sweet as you spoke, unlike the devilish way you were currently torturing him.
He already looked fucked out. His usually meticulous hair disheveled about. His lips parted, releasing shaky pants as he finally met your eyes.
“I…” he swallowed. “I need you to touch me. Fuck me.”
“That's it. Good boy.” You hummed your approval as your hand finally wrapped around his base, squeezing lightly.
“Goddamn,” he let out breathlessly, he pulled on his restraints once more to no avail.
You licked the dribble of precum leaking down the side of his head as he shuddered. Finally enveloping him in your warm, wet mouth taking him as far back as your throat would allow.
You began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks and pumping what you couldn't fit.
He was panting, letting out moans. His noises only make you more wet, suddenly your cunt is clenching around nothing, making you well aware of your own neglected desire.
His hips suddenly jerked up making you gag around him, taking him further down your throat.
“Fucking hell. I… I need to fuck you. I'm not going to last like this.” He choked out. “Please baby. I need my cock in that sweet little pussy.”
You pull off of him, still holding his base with a firm grip.
“Fine,” you sighed, climbing into his lap situating your bare cunt so you were straddling his cock, but you didn't move.
You leaned over pressing a kiss to his chest, reaching in between you as you lifted your hips and lined him up to your entrance.
You pressed another kiss to his cheek, “I'm going to put you out of your misery, but it's because my neglected cunt is throbbing right now, and don't you dare fucking cum until after I've had another.”
He nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Promise, just need you.”
You slowly lowered yourself onto him, only allowing the tip to breach, you moaned in unison at the small relief.
You then began the descent, taking each inch little by little feeling every ridge and vein as his cock filled you to the brim.
He soon bottomed out, as your hips settled flush to his. It had you moaning out again.
“Fuck baby, you're so big.” You were trying to give your pussy time to adjust but he snapped his hips up into you, ever impatient.
“Ow, fuck Gator!” you whined out, looking back down to him.
“Quit bein' a fuckin’ cock tease. Bounce Bunny!" He growled.
You raised your hips, obliging him. Alternating between bouncing and grinding.
Sounds of shared pants and moans mixed with your slick cunt filled the room.
“Yeah, mama. That's it. Use my cock. Take what you need. Is’ all yours.” He started blabbering, tuning out half of what he was saying.
“Shut up Gator!” You'd suddenly had enough of his mouth.
You reached over and found what you were looking for, shoving your wadded up panties past his lips. When your taste hit his tongue once more, he couldn't help from moaning around them as his eyes rolled back.
You continued to ride him just the way you both liked. Warmth blooming in your abdomen, but not quite what you needed.
Raising up so you could toy with your clit, you rubbed circles to your aching nub while still trying to maintain a rhythm as you close your eyes focusing on the feeling.
A few more rolls of your hips and well-orchestrated pressure to your bundle of nerves and you were teetering on the edge.
You were wound tight, as the sounds of Gator fighting the fabric still in his mouth started to be more apparent, but you pay it no mind.
You were tipping over the edge once more.
Harder than before, your pussy clenched around him. Almost strangling him, he let out a few more muffled moans, but you knew he hadn't cum.
You rode it out with a few more grinds, your clit now becoming too sensitive. Your body slumped forward, hands splayed out across his chest, as you tried to control your ragged breath.
He was finally able to spit the fabric out with a huff.
“Bunny, look at me.” He spoke.
When you didn't respond right away, he bucked his hips again making you falter, but it gained your attention as you met his eyes.
“Hey! Unlock the cuffs.” His eyes grew darker, he needed to fuck you. Make you fall apart beneath him.
“Now! Get the fuckin' key.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
He was done playing games. You let him slip from you, moving your shaky hand quickly to the side table pulling the drawer open and producing the key.
He watches your every move, eyes full of hunger. The key slid into the lock and unlatched easily. As soon as his wrists were free, he was on you.
He flipped you both easily, so you were now on your back. Knocking your thighs apart to accommodate him, grabbing your hips and pulling you further up he slid his cock back in with one swift push to the hilt.
“Oh… Fuck!” Your back arched, screaming his name as he pulled nearly all the way out only to push back in setting a near brutal pace in your now overstimulated cunt, his head kissing your cervix with each push.
He watched your tits bounce with every thrust, as his eyes slid lower watching his massive dick split you open over and over again. The sight of the creamy ring at the base of his cock from your juices was driving him mad.
Your eyes rolled back, as you fisted the sheets beneath your hands, trying to ground yourself.
He leaned forward, hand moving around your throat pinning you under him.
“Look at you, all dumb on my fuckin' cock. Mmmmm. You… you think it's funny teasin’ me all fuckin’ night?” He asked but knew you were too far gone to actually answer. He couldn't stop the words from spilling out.
“That's it, sweet thing, takin’ this cock so fuckin' well.” He thrusts harshly, making you cry out once more.
He pistons his hips up slightly, so he could abuse that spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars in no time as you fluttered around him. He tightened his hold on your throat, cutting off your air slightly.
“That's it baby. She's practically sucking me back in now. You can give me one more, right?”
You whimpered.
Unsure if you could but when he started talking to you in that condescending tone and his cock shoved so far up your pussy you could practically feel him rearranging your insides, it really was only a matter of time.
“C’mon baby. Cum with me.” He was watching as your face started contorting, a mix of pain from overstimulation and pleasure. Your mouth fell slack, nothing but whimpers falling from your lips.
“I… I’m close, Bun,” his rhythm faltering slightly.
He raised up, removing his hand from your throat, as you gasped for the air you didn't know you were missing.
He brought his thumb down to your clit, drawing harsh circles.
“Gator, no…ugh... fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was too late. Your orgasm hit you like at full force. You hadn't even felt it building, it was just there.
Your pussy clamped down around him once more as you came with a scream.
“Shitshitshit. There… there she is.” He was able to mumble out as his own release came crashing down.
“Take it all mama. Every single drop. That's what you want, hmmmmm… Fuck… Make sure everyone knows your mine. No one will EVER fuckin' touch you again.”
He filled you, rope after rope painted you from within. He hadn't cum this hard in a long time. He felt like a man possessed, wanting nothing more than to claim you, breed you. Show everyone you were his.
He collapsed on top of you. Head laid on your chest.
You were both sweaty and spent but neither one cared as you both tried to slow your erratic breathing.
Soft pants, shared breaths. He stayed like that for a moment before his softening cock slid from you. He looked up at you then, a small smile and doe eyed.
He began to pepper kisses between your breasts. Lips skimming the various marks that he had left. Kissing the fading red splotches where his hand had been around your throat.
“These are the only kind of marks that are allowed be left on you." He whispered, easing up the rest of the way as he found your lips. You moved languid against each other, savoring the taste of his tongue on yours.
When he’d had his fill he rolled over beside you, pulling you with him.
You laid your head on his chest as he reached down to pull the covers over you both. His arm wrapped around your middle, holding you tightly as he kissed the top of your head.
“You got nothin’ to worry about Bunny. I'll take care of it. Take care of you. Promise.” He whispered, barely hearing him as you let sleep take hold.
You hadn't felt it when he slipped away while you were peacefully off in Dreamland.
Finally returning in the wee hours of the morning with dawn quickly approaching the mattress dipped with his weight as he crawled back in beside you.
He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back into his chest, as he hid his face in the crook of your neck breathing deeply and releasing a heavy sigh.
And when you both woke with the sun filtering through the curtains you didn't mention his bloodied and bruised knuckles that weren't there the night before.
And when Deputy Shelton hadn't shown up for work the next day or the entire following week, you didn't mention that either. It was none of your business.
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Henry V(Hal) x Fem Reader!
Idea- Hal is not happy but his favorite girl helps him clam down
Side note- I love Timothee as Hal 😭 also happy Easter
Waring-use of Y/n! Kinda spicy but not a lot,
Song- my boo by Usher Ft. Alicia Keys
There's always that one person that will always have your heart you never see it coming cause you're blinded from the start.
Hal huffed angering being shown on his face after one of his trusted men had messed up almost making Henry seem like he didn't know what he was doing. "What do you want?" He sneered at a maid who looks down "nothing your majesty.. " she muttered terrified of His anger
"So why are you here" Hal said looking at her with that look of anger still being on his face but the maid knew not to look up ".. Im-im just trying to do my job you're majesty" she said softly "well do it somewhere else" his teeth grinding together with the pure anger he felt in the moment
Know that You're that One for me It's clear for everyone to see. Oh, baby, ooh ( Yeah, uh, uh, uh) (you gotta Rockaway to this one, c'mon) you will always be my boo.
He started to pace around the room. Holding his hand up to his mouth Hal didn't seem to notice his wife opening the door and walking in before gently shutting the door. She watched as Hal paces around the Room "Henry.. Hal" when she called out to him he stop pacing and looks at her "Y/n.." He said softly
His wife crosses her arms "what did you do to Ally.. The poor woman was so terrified of walking down the hallway" she said with a stern tone to her gentle voice he sighs "I didn't mean to.. It's just one of my men almost made a fool out of me.. " she sighs "I get that.. But don't take your anger out on her... She's done nothing to you"
See, I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh it's the only way we know how to rock. I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh it's the only way we know how to rock do you remember girl? I was the one who gave you your first kiss
Cause I remember girl, I was the one who said "put your lips like this" Even before all the fame and people screaming you're name Girl I was there when you were my baby
Y/n uncrossed her arms before walking over to Hal she gently puts her hands on his arm ".. Do you wanna sit down and talk about how it happened?" He takes a deep breath "please.. " he knew his wife would never sell out this personal information to the world to know. That was one of the reasons he even married the daughter of France
She walks him over to the desk. She sits on the edge of the disk as Hal sits in the chair ".. Just tell me when you're ready" she muttered. Hal looks at her with love "one of my most trusted men had almost made a fool of me when he almost said to much to someone. But I guess it made me mad.. Since I want to keep the crown" she gently rubbed his shoulders as she listened to him speak
It started when we were younger, you were mine (my boo). Now another brother's taken over. But it's still in your eyes (my boo), even though we used to argue, it's alright (my boo) I know we haven't seen each other in a while
Hal gently wrapped his arms around his wife's waist he looks at her before gently kissing her. What? He couldn't help himself it caught his wife off guard Making her giggle before she even kissed him back
Hal deepens the kiss as soon as he felt his wife kiss back. He gently pulled on her bottom lip making her gasp a little causing Hal to smirk against her lips Y/n slips one of her hands up and gently puts her hand on Hal's face
But you will always be my boo. I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo) , and I see it from time to time, I still feel like (my boo) and I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo) and even though there's another man who's in my life you will always be my boo
Hal gently lifted Y/n up making her wrapped her arms around him as they kept kissing. Hal pulled away and gently brings his face to her neck, he started to kiss her neck making her gently gasp at the feeling of his cold lips against her warm neck. She didn't hate the feeling but it made her feel weird
Yes. I remember boy 'Cause after we kissed, I could only think about your lips. Yes I remember boy the moment I knew you were the one I could spend my life with even before all the fame and everyone screaming your name. I was there and you were my baby
it started when we were younger you were mine (my boo) now, another brother's taken over, but its still in your eyes. (my boo). Even though we used to argue its alright, my (boo) I know we haven't seen each other in a while.
Hal's hand started to hitch up her dress making her close her eyes until she said softly "no Hal.. Not here at least.. Where everyone could walk in and see us" she giggles when he gently bites down on her neck
But you will always be my boo. I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo). And I see it from time to time, I still feel like (my boo) , and I can see it, no matter how I tried to hide (my boo)
Hal pulled away from her neck "mm.. You're no fun" he huffed "oh really?" She looks at him with that grin and she said teasing him "sleep by yourself tonight then" "no no.. I take it back" he said softly
And even death there's another man who's in my life, you will always be oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my boo. My oh, my oh, my oh, my boo. It started when we were younger, you were mine, (my boo)
Now, another bother' taking over, but it's still in your eyes, (my boo.) even though we used to argue it's alright, my babe, I know we haven't seen each other in a while. But you will always be my boo.
I don't know about y'all, but I know about us and uh it's the only way we know how to rock. It started when we were younger, my boo.
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#henry v x reader#the king#timothee chamalet#x female reader#x fem!reader#timothée chalamet#willy wonka#usher
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Carnal Domesticity
Henry Winter x Fem!Reader, The Secret History
!!!MDNI!!!
Word Count: 3k
Content Warnings: Kissing, Oral Sex, P in V Sex, Chair Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Shotgunning (smoking), OOC-ish Henry, Dom-ish!Henry, Reader is a cis woman
Author's Note: The ending kinda sucks, ngl.
It was a cool October morning, the sun peeking out from behind the clouds now and then to shine into Julian’s office where the seven of his students sat while the ancient Greek professor was going on about a passage in the readings that were assigned for the night before. The kettle was starting to whistle in the background and Julian paused himself to get the kettle and teacups for everyone as well as a carton of cream and a bowl of sugar should the students desire some. [Y/N] finished the last bullet point on her notes before setting down her pen and reaching up to stretch some.
She was enjoying the brief moment of rest before she felt a gentle nudge as the other students slowly stood to start grabbing their tea. Henry had gently bumped her with his elbow, a hint of a smile on his normally stationary lips. [Y/N] gave a little nod and got up, moving to get her own tea as the spectacled man followed behind her. Once everyone fixed their tea and sat back down, Julian continued on, taking up the rest of the hour to preach about Greek prose and how one could utilize it to convey certain things or something of the sort.
When the lecture came to a close, the seven students thanked Julian for the lesson and tea, slowly filing out of his office and out to the breezy, open pathways. [Y/N] adjusted the bag on her shoulder and buttoned up her coat a little more to fight off the chill, bringing her shoulders to her ears in hopes that her lapels would block the wind from nipping at her neck. She felt a soft warmth wrap around her, the thick fabric of Henry’s scarf concealing her neck and part of her face, enticing a soft chuckle from her and a quiet ‘thank you’ as the group started to migrate to [Y/N]’s apartment for lunch.
Francis and Richard walked ahead, both of them making light talk while the twins trailed behind them, lightly bickering about God knows what this time, and Bunny hung back with [Y/N] and Henry. The blond walked on the other side of Henry, chattering his ear off while the brunette gave him short answers and hums of acknowledgement, silently hoping that he would run out of things to talk about but that was never a common occurrence with Edmund.
Lunch had gone rather well, [Y/N] had gone shopping the afternoon before knowing she had to feed six other people, five of which were grown men. She had made a simple roast that she left in the oven during class and some veg to go along with it. As long as everyone was satisfied, she was happy with herself.
Everyone was full and grateful, the twins and Francis deciding to set up shop and start tackling their Greek while Richard bid his goodbyes and hurried off to his French class. Henry was over by the window, pulling a cigarette from the box he’d kept in his pocket and holding it between his lips to light. Bunny had to head off, something about meeting Marion for an early dinner despite having just eaten. [Y/N] smiled at the sight of her friends before sauntering over to Henry, letting him exhale the cloud of smoke before gently plucking the cigarette from between his lips and taking a drag herself. “Do you want a drink?” she asked, taking another hit before handing it back to him.
“Sure,” Henry nodded.
“Can I have one too?” Charles chirped from the coffee table, perking up a bit as he heard the word ‘drink’.
“Yeah,” [Y/N] chuckled softly before going to the kitchen to pour them each an inch of scotch. She took the glasses to the living room and handed them out before going back to lingering by Henry’s side and sipping on her own glass and leaning her head on his arm.
It didn’t take very long for the three at the coffee table to finish up, slowly starting to pack up and leave, waving their goodbyes. [Y/N] saw them out the door, giving the boys pats on the back and Camilla a friendly kiss on the cheek, waving one last time before closing and locking the door behind herself before turning to look at Henry. He had moved to sit in the armchair, lighting another cigarette as he set his nearly empty glass of scotch on the coffee table. She smiled softly at him, glancing at the clock to see it read ten past four as she moved to make herself comfortable in his lap, straddling his thighs and taking the cigarette from him once more.
“Did you enjoy lunch?” She asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead while his spare hand settled on the small of her back.
“Of course I did. Cleaned my plate and all.'' He smiled softly, an expression that was near exclusive for her. His large hand gave her back a gentle rub and he took the cigarette back to take another drag. “C’mere” he mumbled, gently taking her by the chin and bringing their lips together. He let out a sigh as she started to kiss him slowly, his smoke filling her mouth which she hungrily inhaled. She could taste the bitter whiskey and tobacco on his lips but it was the sweetness of his kiss that made her moan into his lips. Every kiss they shared, he managed to taste like he’d just swallowed a sugar cube. It was addicting, more than that, it made her core rumble with need.
Henry chuckled softly at her soft noises, setting the cigarette down in an ashtray and bringing his hand to her hip so he could pull her close. He let out a soft groan as she pressed herself against him and wrapped her arms around his neck, his large, pale hands giving her flesh a gentle squeeze. Another whine left her lips as he felt around her body, cupping her curves and smoothing over her wool and cotton clad skin. She pulled away slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting their swollen lips as their heated breath mingled before she dipped her head and she started to kiss at his clean shaven jaw. He still smelled of aftershave and his cologne with a hint of his natural scent from wearing so many layers and moving around for the better half of the day. One of her hands slid up some more to run her fingers through his dark hair, gently tugging at it as her spare hand slid down his chest and back up under the sweater he had worn on top of his white button up.
Henry gave a soft chuckle at her eagerness, his hands gripping at her thighs as his chest rumbled with his voice. His hands wandered just as hers did, trailing the curve of her behind before finding their home on her waist, giving her a teasing squeeze before slowly pulling her jumper from its neatly tucked place beneath the long skirt that was belted in place.
“This one’s mine, isn’t it?” he asked softly, his vocal chords humming underneath the gentle yet hungry touch of her lips. She gave a little hum in affirmation and he smirked a little, starting to pull the knit sweater up off of her torso, forcing her lips to detach from his skin for one short yet agonizing moment. As Henry put the sweater over the arm of the leather chair, [Y/N] undid the top few buttons, revealing the necklace he’d gifted her long ago sitting beautifully against her skin. It was a simple chain, one matching the link that was around his right wrist that he’d gotten for the first birthday she’d spent at Hampden.
The pulsing heat in Henry’s trousers had started to bother him with [Y/N] sitting right on it, teasingly pressing herself down on him, her own hands lifting the sweater up and running across his chest. He let her remove the knitted wool and set it aside before his hands found themselves undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt and peeling it off of her.
She began to do the same for him, undoing his buttons to reveal his toned chest and abdomen. One would expect someone who spends most of their time reading and studying the classics and dead languages not to be as fit as he was but it seemed that he never dropped the regimen he’d put in place when he was injured in high school. Her fingertips brushed against his pale skin, his muscles twitching slightly as her touch left a burning sensation in its wake as she pushed the cotton weave off of his shoulders.
Henry huffed softly, leaning up a little to let the fabric fall off of his frame. Her hands dragged down his chest before they slowly tugged the dress shirt out from his pants and started to work on his belt. She made quick work of the leather strap, moving on to his button and zipper.
“Needy today, are we?” Henry teased, letting her do as she pleased. [Y/N] rolled her eyes at him playfully as she got up only to kneel between his legs, tugging at the loose waist of his trousers.
“I always need you~” she muttered, pressing a kiss to his knee as he let her have what she wanted. He pushed down the fabric that had been hugging his hips all day, his growing length revealing itself to her with a throbbing excitement. [Y/N] licked her lips hungrily as her eyes trailed along the shaft, focusing on his dripping tip before locking eyes with the man who was staring down at her with a lusty amusement.
She gingerly reached for it, her hand wrapping around his thickness and giving it a slow stroke which pulled a low groan from him. [Y/N] looked up at him once more before closing in, wrapping her glossy lips around the head and letting his taste coat her tongue. A soft moan came from her as she started to suck, her hand still slowly stroking him up and down.
Henry’s hand came down, brushing her hair out of her face and holding it back so he could watch her work. His pale cheeks started to take on a crimson hue as [Y/N] continued to pleasure him. He never pushed her down and did his best not to buck up into her mouth, simply holding her hair out of the way. He was enamored with how she could bob her head and take more of him so effortlessly, how her moans sounded around him and how her sweet noises made the pit of his belly tighten with need.
[Y/N] kept going, eager to make him finish as Henry continued to let out soft groans and huffs before the nearsighted man guided her head back up and he doubled over to pull her into a needy kiss. His hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs caressing the curve of her cheekbones as his fingertips nearly got lost in the roots of her hair. He kept her there, tasting himself on her sweet sweet lips for a moment too long before letting her go and standing up.
“Take it all off. Let me see you,” Henry ordered her, standing from the chair. His white shirt hung on his elbows as he reached down to stroke his aching cock, watching as [Y/N] stripped for him. She pulled the button up off of her arms and set it aside before unbuckling her belt and letting the long tweed skirt fall to the floor. Next were her tights, her hands pushing down the thin nylon as she shimmied out of them and then moved to take off her underwear. She unhooked her bra and let her panties fall to the floor as well before picking them up and setting them on the couch adjacent to the plush armchair. “Get on the chair. Legs up.”
She did as was told, sitting on the edge of the seat and leaning back to pull her legs up and onto the upholstered arms. Henry moved to kneel in front of her, mimicking her position from before as his hands ran across the undersides of her thighs and his lips lowered to press kisses around her dripping slit. He continued to tease her, kissing and nipping just around her needy cunt to hear her whine and watch her squirm.
“Henry, please” [Y/N] whimpered as her hand moved down to grip onto his dark hair. He let out a soft grunt as her tight grip tugged at his hair, almost trying to direct his lips onto her aching clit. A deep chuckle left him and he pulled his wire rimmed glasses off his face, setting them to the side before brushing his lips against her swollen bud, just barely giving her what she needed from him. Another whine came from her as she felt his touch ghost over her skin before he succumbed to her wordless begging and placed a kiss to her clit. It drew a shaky mewl from her lips and he continued. He dipped his head further down to drag his tongue along her leaking slit, gathering her juices on his tongue before he wrapped his lips around her clit. She uttered curses as he professed his love against her cunt, his tongue circling her bud as he gently sucked on it. His hands kept roaming the bottoms of her thighs as she started to writhe underneath him.
One hand joined his mouth, pulling her folds apart before he moved down to drink her drippings like it was ambrosia and he craved immortality. Henry pushed his tongue into her, his grip on her thigh tightening slightly as his thumb started to circle her clit. His eyes fluttered closed as she twitched and tightened around his tongue, the pad of his thumb pressed down and continued its circular rubbing as he professed his love for her, spelling out each word against her tight walls. He continued on, eager to hear more of her sweet noises while she squirmed in his hold.
Henry slowly pulled away, her sweet noises and the aching of his manhood starting to become too much for him. His cock twitched as he straightened up, watching as her chest rose and fell with each staggered breath. What a sight. Henry leaned down, his shaft fitting against her folds as he pressed their hips together, and he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, especially like this.” Henry sighed softly, pushing his hair back as he started to rock his hips against hers, his length collecting her wetness and brushed against her clit.
“Henry, please” [Y/N] sighed, her core aching to be filled by him. She reached out, her hands landing on his forearms as his own settled beneath the crook of her knees. He pushed them as far as they would go before pulling back and letting his tip settle at her entrance. He started to press in, groaning softly as her walls hugged him tight with no intention of letting go. He relished in the welcoming warmth of her body and kept his advances slow. He pushed in and out a few times as he eased his cock into her, her grip on his arms tightening each time he descended further into her core. Henry took his time working himself in until their hips met, soft moans tumbling out of both their lips.
[Y/N] ‘s back arched up off the seat slightly as he started to thrust agonizingly slowly, her toes curling as he hit the deepest parts of her with such ease.
“Love, please!” she begged, tightening her grip on his arms as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Harder, faster, please Henry!”
He appeased her neediness, starting to drive his hips a bit faster as he snapped into her with more force. He leaned forward more, his head pressed against the back of the chair as he watched her gasp and whine at the change of pace. Her hand slid down his arm and started to rub at her clit as he continued to thrust into her, soft huffs and grunts coming from him.
“Fuck. You take me so well, darling.” he praised between grunts. He continued to thrust, his hand moving hers out of the way so he could rub her clit and press down with each thrust. [Y/N] gasped and whined as he did so, the pit of her stomach tightening as she felt him nudge her closer to the edge with each slap of his hips against hers. His thrusting had roughened some more, now faster as he did his best to keep up the steady cadence.
[Y/N] let out another whine as her walls tightened around him again, gripping at him wherever she could.
“T-There! Just like that, Henry!” she gasped as he rolled his hips into her harshly. “I’m so close, don’t stop!”
The broad man did as he was told, keeping the pace and hitting her deep within her core. It only took a few more strokes with his thumb rubbing over her clit to send her over the edge. It was as if he had reached in and pulled the cry of pleasure from the pit of her belly as her back arched up. She shook underneath him, her walls clamping down on his length and rapidly contracted, almost trying to milk him dry as he stayed buried deep inside her. Henry let out a grunt, huffing and moaning softly as his own orgasm washed over him, his length twitching and pulsing in time with her body. He nearly couldn’t hold himself up anymore, slowly pressing his torso down onto hers and burying his face into her hair as he held her close.
Henry turned his head, starting to kiss at the spot underneath her ear as [Y/N] laid there, leaning into his touch while they both came down from their highs. It took Henry a moment but he lifted his head to look at her dazed expression
“My beautiful beautiful [Y/N]” he mumbled before pressing a light kiss to her lips. He held her close for a while longer, not wanting to pull away from her warmth just yet.
"Do that to me more often~" [Y/N] sighed out with a soft giggle, pulling another grin from Henry's lips.
"Yes ma'am~"
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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮
"𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦"
彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡
✦ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦
𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : in the midst of the possible destruction of your kingdom, you listen to your heart and what it wants before it's too late
𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : I just hope it'll satisfy you on the right amount 🙏🏻
𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ MDNI‼️Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM! reader, language, use of y/n, SMUT‼️, unprotected sex, p in v penetration, soft sex, aftercare, slight self-doubt, realizations, big reveal?!? 👀, mentions of brothel, forbbiden love, lost prince, d3ath, reports of missing people, reader and Eddie are both (21), Henry and Jason won't be in this part but they'll be back on the next chapter but still their names will be mentioned!, Enzo, Wayne, Dmitri, Gareth and Jeff reappearance!
𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : set in 17th century, dark fantasy, romance, upside down exists, fluff and smut but there will still be angst to this at some points but y'all don't worry because the angst is lighter on this! 🙏🏻
𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I'm so very sorry that I took this long to write the next part because I'm making this perfectly written! I take time to think carefully of what I'm going to do on the next chapter, I'm a college student and also working and I have many personal endeavors, so, I hope y'all understand! 🥺🫶🏻
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : 2 more chapters left to go! OMG, I am not ready for this to be over! but I'm glad y'all like this universe that I created with my mind and so very grateful to anyone who joining in to my world! 😭❣️
"Eddie!"
"What?"
You're in the pavilion far from anyone who can see the both of you together
You're reading a fantasy book while Eddie is hugging behind you, he moved your hair on the other side to seal kisses on your neck
"It tickles!" You reason with him
He chuckles as he tightens his embrace to you as he nuzzles in aggressively on the crook of your neck causing you to laugh heartedness
You bring yourself to face him as you smile so brightly and he leans down forward to capture your lips for a kiss, you yelped but your eyes softens to his actions
You kiss him back as he holds you closer by the waist
When he pulls back "I'll never get tired of doing that to you all the time" he grins
You bite down on your bottom lips "I feel the same way"
Your smile falters a bit when you remembered that you're going to see Henry
You've been avoiding him like the plague, even after his invitation after the ballroom few days ago, no one knows that's also the same night you kissed Eddie for the first time
You only agree to his invitation when it's about priorities of your people needs or anything that it's related in your kingdom
You're sure enough that you want Eddie
If you say the words now, it feels too soon and a little fast
You just gonna have sometime to really think about it carefully
"Hey, you ok?" He asks softly, immediately holds your cheek and raises it up to make you look at his gaze
You smile sadly as you shake your head as you reached to his hand to where he holds your cheek "I just....I-I just wished we could do this all time without being scared about anyone seeing us"
"Yeah, I wanted that too"
"You do?"
"More than anything, Y/N"
The smile he always wants to see came back on your lips as you hug him and listen to his heartbeat
He tilt his head down as he rests his cheek on top of your head as he pulls you close to his chest
"Your heart beats so fast, Ed's"
He chuckles "It's because I'm with you, sweetheart" he pulled back to kiss your forehead and he tap your nose with his finger, his other arm remained around you
You giggle "Me too"
You both stayed like that for a moment as both of your minds at the same time thinking about everything
Eddie didn't care if you don't have each other in the end, he'll never leave you all alone, he knows you have so many things to dealt with
You already got a lot going on your plate, he doesn't want to be a burden, so, he set his thoughts and feelings aside
He is so willingly to wait for you
He doesn't care how long it takes, he'll wait for you
You wanted to speak about the important information about him so badly
It's like every piece of you is deteriorating every time you're not telling him anything
You feel guilty for keeping it
You don't know why there is something is telling you "not now" when you're about to tell him
You gotta find a way to make up for everything
You can't leave him hanging like this, you just can't do that to him, you'll never forgive yourself if you hurt him because of you
"Later?" You pulled back and so does he as he looks at you, he kissed your cheek
Before he could stand back, you hold his jaw as you plant a soft but yet promising kiss to his lips, it surprises him
"You know where to find me"
You nod as you held his hand as you both laced them together but slowly letting go as you walk away slowly
He smiles as you walk backwards with your book that you ignored close to your chest
The moment you're out of his sight of frame, he sighs sadly
God, he's so attached to you, he couldn't even understand how but his heart really tells speaks for you
He must find a way to get things done
So, that no more unsure thoughts and unspoken words that it will lead him to assume everything
Nothing will ever come out good when you're with Jason, you start marching out of the room and headed to your chambers
Henry, specifically asked you to see him
Not him
It's maddening, really, you have no clue about the missing cases that happening lately
What are they keeping from you?
You seriously need to know all about it before they could make you feel stupid again
You know they did it on purpose to make you feel like that but this time
You won't let them
From your deep thoughts something else caught your eye
A short cream paper is laying beside your hairbrush, you squint at it
You look around as you unfold the piece of paper
"Two childhood royalties are stitched together since the minute they're both born, but different paths crossed as they lost the thread with one another, will they find themselves before the time ends?"
The familiar handwrite, is it Wayne? You gasped
You tried to let him out but he wouldn't let you because it's too late for you to do it at that time
It feels like he already knows about Eddie, Enzo might've been mentioned about him
Eddie did mention to you that Enzo came to him as they look for you
Wayne always does this when you we're both kids, playing which one who'll find him first
He always give notes that there's no way or even indication that says that'll lead you both to him
You....just....both...know it
Your eyes welled up in tears when you finally getting the reunion that you always wanted
It's time for him to know it
"I don't even know what we're doing but I'm game for it" Enzo says as he folds the cream paper into by 4 as he cuts it using a paper knife
"She already read the first one"
"How do you know?"
"I can feel it....in my belly" he used the quill to point at his stomach
Enzo snorts as he shooks his head "I believe in you, man, glad to have you back"
Wayne looks hesitant to ask but he goes with it "What does he look like?"
"Who- oh- Eddie"
He nods as his eyes twinkle to Enzo's words
"He grew up like a great man he is, I don't even recognize him- he is an amazing kid, Wayne"
"Does he mentioned something about me?"
"That's the thing"
"What thing?!?"
"He doesn't even remember about anyone or himself"
"Even Y/N?"
"I don't know the answer to that, but, Gareth and Jeff told me that they met Y/N when she escaped from Jason's guards, they even mentioned that they're going to kill her and marriage-"
"Arrangement"
"Yes"
"So, he doesn't remember anything at all? he's only a teenager when they took him from me"
Enzo shrugs as he collects all of the cream paper and placed it on the table where Wayne is sitting
"I'm afraid, so, but the boys told me that Eddie always tries to remember his lost memory, the only thing that he can recall like really vividly? It's a young girl and he believes that he has a family member"
"Oh god" he crumples the scratch paper in anger
"I'm sure he's with Y/N, he is in good hands" Enzo reassures him as he gives an sympathetic smile
"I hope so, man, god- I hope so" Wayne laced his hands together in front of him as he leans down, shutting his eyes, as he prays for his boy
The most unforgivable that Wayne couldn't face is that he lost his dear nephew
Because of him, they taken him away from him, he hates himself because of his lousy parenting
He blames himself, he swore that he is just there and after a couple of seconds, he disappeared out of the blue
He knows that he is not perfect and he tries his best to be the parent that Eddie deserves to have
The screams and the cry for help from his nephew voice, it destroyed him, he searched far and wide to look for him
Until he has no choice but to look him for you, he grew hopeless when he couldn't do anything to help you that night
He lost his boy
He lost his dear girl, who he treats like his own daughter
It annoyed him when he couldn't figure out who is the cause of everything, who took Eddie?, why suddenly he couldn't remember who he was?!
Who is the culprit?
Who is the source of this madness?
This place was once a spectacle kingdom until it looses it's own life
When Jim goes missing, it's like a domino, everything falls one by one
He's got to have this reunion even just a glimpse or a minute to make himself full once again
To make him believe that there's still life that's left
It just needs a spark to make it alive
That's hope
"You got so drunk that you fell of the chair!"
"No- I did not!"
"Uh, yes, you do!"
Jeff continues to tease Gareth with each other as their mindless friend zoned out as he leans backward on the sofa close at the window
"I'm not dealing with your, bullshit, Jeff!" Gareth picks up his cloak as he exits the room while chuckling Jeff is left behind and about to follow him until he notices his friend
"Eddie?"
"Uh, yeah?" He straightens himself up to look at Jeff
"You good?"
"I'm-"
"Don't lie to me"
Eddie huffs but a smile tugs to his lips
"Just say what you feel about her, man"
"I-I don't know- she's-"
"What? A princess? That's what's stopping you? Do you think she cares for what she is?!?"
He sighs as he leans forward with his hands together "No, she's not, it's just that.... isn't it too selfish to get what I want when all of this chaos is happening at her life now?"
Jeff nods "What if, you'll make it better and easier for her when you say what you truly feel? Like right now, do it!"
He runs his palms through his face as his friend's words are making a point
It is indeed making a huge point
"And also, don't you ever thought about that maybe-"
"She's the mystery girl?"
"Yeah!"
"Get out of here!" He attempts to kick him but Jeff moves aside as he laughs
"Ah- I told you don't lie to me, I always remember that trait from you, if you feel your guts right, it's always right"
"Yeah"
"Y/N, trust you, Eddie, I mean- that girl has balls but when she trust someone like really every inch of you that she's counting on you? She's the real deal, man"
Eddie nods as he smiles gratefully to his friend as he watches him grab his cloak as well
"We're going out for a drink and also dinner"
"Delightful"
Jeff chuckles to his reply "You know, you're always welcome to join us"
"I think I'll rather stay for tonight"
"Sure, take care" Jeff gave him an encouraging smile as he closes the door behind him
Eddie chortled at Gareth's complaints about why Jeff is taking so long
He tossed and turn at the bed as he sits up and watches and listens at the cackles of burning sounds at the fireplace
He flopped back down at the bed as he groans about his mind, body, heart, is occupied of you
He read some books earlier before to clear his mind but nothing seems to turn it off
He removes himself off the blanket, he is now sitting on the edge of the bed
He wonders, if you think about him right now, you told him that you're going to see him later
It's always late at night where you could get together since everyone is asleep and you can sneak in to see each other
But, what if once this all over
What he'll do after?!?
He can't go home without you
Not only he wants you, he needs you
What he would be without you?
Can he survive?
Will you feel safe and sound without his arms around you?
He clicks his tongue as he goes back at the bed laying down on it again like it was minutes ago
You can't fall asleep too
You want to see him again, you told him truthfully that you will see him again
But, Henry forbid you to go out at night since they can't find the people who escaped from the upside down
He told it was dangerous for you to even go outside of your room when you're literally inside of your palace
If someone goes to your mind right now, they'll flee immediately at how your mind runs in the hills of how many you've been thinking throughout the day
Your whole body system is longing for him
You breathe deeply as your heart won't stop screaming for him
You've been twiddling with your thumbs, if you should see him at this hour
You're debating, if he's fast asleep or not
You also wonder if he thinks about you like this
God, you hate this, your face grimaced at it
You had fucking enough of it
You deserve to feel this, it's rare to feel something like this in your life
You remove yourself off the blanket, you reached for your robe and went at your vanity, you grab your hairbrush and spritz perfume on your pulse points
You checked yourself once in the mirror
You smile to yourself, you're not second guessing yourself anymore
As you quietly open your bedroom door
It's a chilly evening, walking towards your secret sanctuary room with barefeet
You take a one last breath as you turn the doorknob as you walked inside
Eddie heard the door clicked open as he sits up fast as he awaits someone at the door, he gasped when his eyes laid on you
He couldn't believe it that you're here
You've done both nights together
But this is far beyond different than those nights that happened
As you closed the door and locked it, you both didn't speak as you remained your eyes at him as you walk closer to him
His breath hitches when you started untying the knot from your robe as you let it fall on the carpeted floor
Your white nightgown is see-through and the neckline is deliciously falling onto the sides as you reached for it to place it back on to your shoulder
He can see the contours of your breasts and your waist
He watches you as you climb on top of him, he swallows nervously as you position yourself
Your nightgown feels so soft and so heavenly fitting to you as his eyes grows heavy at the sight of you
The moment you start reaching at the hem of your nightgown, he fumbles at the blanket and his bottom slacks
You stand up as you slowly sink down at him, he couldn't help but to hold your bare hips while you still holding your ruffled nightgown
He's so big and thick that you whimpered as he groans at how you take him
You hiss at it and the pain and the intrusion that you're feeling as your sopping cunt eating him inch by inch
As you finally sanked down at him all in, you both moaned
You finally let go of the riled up nightgown as you bit your lip at the pleasurable adjustment
You start bouncing on his cock at a slow pace, he grunts as he pulls you close, you gasped when he gives a heated kiss
He taps on your legs signaling you as he moved forward giving you space making you whine as you felt him inside of you as you wrap your legs around him, your throw head back at the sensation
Your eyes are squeezed shut as you ride him, your nightgown fell of your shoulder as Eddie hands goes under your nightgown as it goes all over your body
Touching your waist, kneading at your breasts as he smears love kisses at your collarbones and neck
He holds you close as he bucks his hips as your pace starts to go faster and faster
You moan at his ear as you grind against him
He gasps in shock when he shoots his seeds inside of you, he panicked, you shut him off with a kiss
A lazily smile is sitting on your lips when you also cum with him as well at the same time
He sighs of relief as he continues to fill you up with his load, you hummed in satisfaction
His eyes grew hungrier and he's more confident to hold you tighter by the waist as he pins you down on the bed
You got startled as you giggle as he smiles down at you admiring your pretty face as he runs the sides of his fingertips on your cheek
You placed your fingertips on your lips as he notices it
You licked your lips together as you smile naughtily, he grins as he dives down to kiss you like you both wanted
The way you can feel his lips moving onto yours is such a blissful feeling, it's like the perfect mold together, your lips we're made for each other
He got you distracted by the sweet kiss as you can feel him sheathing his cock inside of you
The kiss is cut off as you begin to withering beneath him, he smirks as he kisses your jawline
He reaches the end of your nightgown as he looks at you for permission, you nod, as he takes it all off leaving you naked on display for him only him
Your long locks of hair are completely disheveled as you both start to pant and building up sweat on both bodies
You remove his blouse as he helps you to take it all off
Even you're absolutely enjoying of how he takes care of you while loving you like this
You smile sheepishly as you both naked together for the first time, he is so god-like with his biceps appearing as he held you to love you like this
He holds your hips as he pounds at you mercilessly, your face contorts in pleasure as you gripping the sheets
Oh, he is so cloud nine at how your cunt swallows him whole at how wet you are that he can easily slide in and out of you
The arousal and your juices are squelching as your bodies making slapping sounds
Your mouth is covered behind your hand as you move your head aside
You're an fucking angel beneath him, not even an angel, a goddamn princess
You thought only his undeniable good looks and charm can make you turn on but when you saw his tattoos completely uncovered for the first time makes your head spin even more
He takes off the hand from your mouth as you couldn't close your mouth hanging open without any sounds that's coming out of it
He intertwines both of your hands as he rolls his hips as he goes deeper and deeper inside of you
Making you realize the spots that he's reaching won't let you stop from moaning
It became a higher pitch when he laced your fingers tighter as he slip on and off at you at a brutal pace
Gosh, he is relentless and ruthless, the way he moves at your velvety walls is making your head spun as you start to clench around him
Your breasts are jiggling as he kisses you sloppily yet so lustfully as he grabs your breasts as you throw your arms around him making him rest at the crook of your neck
He thrust once more as you screamed harder, you're both breathing heavily when he gave you another best orgasm of your life
Your body jerked up as he pulls back to look at you, he smiles as he leans down to kiss you again
You both looked at each other while having a silly fit of giggles
He carefully pulls out of you as you winced, he covers your body with a blanket, he takes a sanitized cloth as he cleans you up
The midnight is so peaceful and quiet as you looked outside at the window, even just for a moment, you feel contented at this
You blushed at his actions as he purses his lips together in concentration making sure you're clean enough
It's making you emotional too, he really does care for your well-being
He lets you borrow his blouse for the night as he stays in with his slacks as he lays beside you
You rest under his shoulder as you lay your arm on top of his stomach on the side
One of you has to say something, but someone needs to make the first move
"Are you-" you're both in synch as you crack up a laugh
"I'm okay, if that's what you're asking, Ed's" you say with a lingering smile on your face
He nods "It's so unbelievable that you're here right now, Y/N"
"My first and my great experience of an orgasm, really"
"What?"
"Yeah"
"How did you do that, Ed's? I just feel so good"
He became a flustering mess as his cheeks turned red "You're a-also my first, Y/N"
"You're bluffing!" You poke his sides as he chuckles
"No- I am not!" he defends himself
"Well, it's such a long time ago before I even met the guys, I was travelling and I stopped by for a meal and I picked up and learned some info at a brothels before but I didn't do anything at that time"
His words are so honest without anything making you feel mad
"Oh"
"Since it's your first, wait- did you get hurt?!"
"Yes, it hurt but not so much at all"
He kisses the top of your head as he runs his hands at your arms up and down
It went silent for a bit as you ask him again
"Eddie?"
"Hm?"
"Why didn't you get a girl in there?"
He looks back at you "I wasn't looking for it and never did think of it, I don't know why but it doesn't feel right to me like there's always someone that is made just for me, so, I waited"
Oh, don't you just love him even more?!?
"Not even an admiration to someone else before me?"
He chuckles "Y/N, I don't have time for those since I lived at the upside down, did you think that I have time for those kind of stuff?!?"
"No" you whisper
"Besides, even when there's no upside down I'll still wait for the right girl for me"
You don't even notice your tears are now falling from your eyes as he felt it on his chest, you became overwhelmed at his underappreciated wonderfulness
He sits up as you reach at the blanket
"W-What- I'm"
"Don't be sorry, Ed's" you sniffle as you smile with tears on your eyes
"I'm just so unexplainably happy right now" you laugh as you continue to sob
He smiles as he wipes your tears using his thumb as he kiss on your lips and cheeks
Before he can even stop himself, the words fall out from his lips
"Y/N, I can't search for the right words to tell you how I feel"
You gulped as your eyes starts to well up again
"God, it's you, Y/N, you make me feel whole and as I am, I love you"
You're stunned completely, your eyes went through all over his face, his chocolate brown eyes speaks the same thing
Your tears streaming down at your face
"I have loved you from the moment I saved you"
You have no other choice but to kiss him again, he cups your jaw as he kisses you back
You both fall back down as you stare with one another
"I don't wanna fall asleep"
"Why?"
"This might be a dream"
"You think I'll vanish?"
"Yes"
"I won't, Y/N, I would never"
"You won't?"
"I will never make you feel hurt by anything"
He reassures you as he pulls you by his side as his scalp soft massages circling motions helps you fall asleep as you drift away
Eddie smiles to himself and to you as you sleep peacefully, he can feel his eyes tiring as he goes to sleep
He stirs up at airy morning as he starts to search with his hand and when he felt the cold empty bed, he opens his eyes wide as he worries and sits up on the bed
"Woah, woah, calm down- before you can hurt yourself, Eddie!" You reappeared before he can look on the other side
He let out a heavy sigh as he embraces you, you lean down to kiss his shoulder "I'm here" you whisper softly
He notices you're still wearing his blouse with your robe on top of it, he smiles
You pulled back as you kiss him on the cheek, he smiles as you showed him your breakfast tray
"I sneak outside before the sun shines to get it" you shyly said as you flick your hair
He tucks your hair behind your ear as he holds you by the tip of your chin to kiss you on the lips "What a perfect morning" you giggled
"I was there by the window, I didn't want to wake you and I also don't wanna eat alone, so, I waited for you" you shrug as you scrunch your face with a dazzling smile
He caresses your cheek with his thumb as he looks deep into your eyes, your gaze softens
You both eat together on the small table near at the window as you share the same teacup, it's bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and bowl of strawberries and blueberries with cream on the side
You never eaten any food with such happiness, he feels the exact same way
It's the same giddy feeling that you felt when you had your first meal with him
When that's done, you don't wanna leave just yet, so, you both get cuddle up by the fireplace on the sofa
As you lay on top of him while wraps his arms around behind you
"Are you gonna keep my blouse so I'll stay naked?" His tone sparks mischief
"Maybe" you tease him
He tickles your sides as you protest "Stop!"
"You're so pretty, my pretty princess" he whispers to your ear as he makes loud kiss noises on your shoulder and your cheek
Your eyes flashes with sadness not because you're with him, it's because he still didn't know after all this time, not even realizing it
You peel yourself off of him as his smile never left on his lips
You blink too many times for not turning up the waters on your eyes as you smile at him
You graze your fingers on his long bangs as your eyes halted at the familiar scar on his forehead
You pursed your lips together as you flush down on him, he chuckles slightly
You bring yourself to face him again
"Eddie, I wanna tell something about you"
His demeanor became focused on you, his eyes are so comforting and safe as he sits up properly and holds both of your hands
Your eyes flit back on his scar and back to him
"There's this young boy that I grew up with, he is so kind, thoughtful, courageous, wise beyond his age, my nemesis at swords fight" you chuckle lightly at that as he listens carefully
"Most importantly, he's the only boy that has a heart like no other, so selfless and a gentleman, we didn't talk much because he's building himself to become a well respected lord on his place" you paused as his forehead creased at your story
"But everytime he came to visit, even just for a while, I didn't forget those moments of how beautiful his characteristics are and he treats me like the way that princess needs to be treated, it's also the very first time that I ever felt like a princess" your eyes shines with so much loveliness
You scoot closer to him, you didn't miss the way his eyes are suddenly are covered by a cloud as his mood changed
"I didn't courted anyone, even my suitors, I am displeased with all of them because I have found my prince"
His eyes snapped back at you as his eyes pleads for you
"It's you, Eddie, you're my prince, you're that boy that I grew up with" your voice cracks as you couldn't stop holding back your tears anymore
As his eyes are rimmed with tears as he lets them fall in front of you, he is appalled, his eyes searches on your face to find more answers and the fact you chose him
He felt his heart jumped out of his body
He laughs in belief slightly "So, it was you all along?! I was right?!"
"You knew?!"
"My vision is not so clear but I was certain that it's a young girl and I know that I still have a-"
"Uncle"
"What?"
"Uncle Wayne, he's friends with my father, trusted advisor"
"I have an uncle?!" he saids so happily as he falters again quite a bit
"Where is he?"
"Eddie, I tried to help and get him out but I was running out of time, I was in the dungeon"
He squeezes your hands as he realized something again the other day "I-I saw him"
"You did?"
"Briefly, no wonder why my heart tugs for him, it's immediate connection that I felt once I saw him that's when I was out looking for you but I hid since you're with Henry at that time"
"Oh"
"I'm a prince?!"
"Yes, you are, Eddie, I know Wayne couldn't forgive himself for what happened, god, someone took you from him, Eddie, I was so heartbroken"
"You are?"
"Of course, you're the only one that I ever loved since the beginning, I didn't realized it at that time but when we reunited again and my memories flooded back to me after the accident, the feelings never faded it's still there"
"The scar?" He lets go one of his hand on you, as he reaches it to touch it
You chuckled at the memory "We we're 14 at that time, you're going to give me this unique but delicate flower but it's hanging from a tree, which is so high, you climb it nicely, the thing is that you succeed taking it but you tripped and fell over and hurt yourself on the branch and hit your forehead first, you we're bleeding and-"
"you scolded me for being careless but still you aided me after the incident" he laughs as your eyes go big
You gasp in shock "Yeah, that's what happened!" You giggled
"Wayne is mad at you that he forbids you to talk to me for a whole day!"
"With a freaking bandage on my forehead" he pauses and even him surprised that he can say what happens next with him trying to guess
"And whenever I walked down the halls, my eyes are always glue to you" he adds and you nodded at him aggressively
"The only interaction that I can give was just a small wave" you tried to reenacted at the old memory as you both burst into laughter
When your both of your laughter's died down "It's the odd sense of comfort, Ed's, it feels so natural whenever I'm with you"
He exhales as he tilts his head at the side as he kisses you lovingly, you cup his cheeks as you both kiss each other, you mewl and his hands goes under your robe and his blouse
Knowing that you're naked underneath
He holds your waist as you start moaning into his mouth as he smirks when his fingers runs through your dripping cunt, you gasp at the action, he pushes his index finger inside as you look down and position yourself, he grunts at his fingers that you're clenching on him
He pushes another finger inside, you support yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders, he slides in and out and his finger reaches that soft spongey spot that making your head fall back as he fingerfucks you
He removes the knot from your robe, as he dives into your chest, you moan and tug at his hair
He curls his fingers up once more and he starts scissoring you, you start grinding against his finger as you pull him closer to you
You slapped your mouth in a cry of pleasure as you release and squirted on his fingers, you breathe heavily as you flash him a lopsided smile
Pride swells on his chest, proud that he's the only one and first to see you fall apart for him, he's so lucky he got to hear those noises and unholiest sounds that you make
As your legs tremble as you calm down from your high, your eyes widen when he licked his fingers cleaned off that once inside of you, he hums at your sweetness
"Lovely dessert" he makes his classic antics
You chortled as you push him playfully by the chest "Eddie!"
You look at the window, you notice is getting noon already, you really don't want to leave
"I should depart now"
He frowns but you needed to go back before they found out that you're missing again
You stood up as you reached out to grab your discarded nightgown but you're undressing behind him
"Can I watch?"
You craned your neck to look at him, you smile "Yes"
You turn around at him, standing in front of him as you move closer as you start removing your robe first and took off his blouse and gave it to him
You appear naked again for him at the third time
Wow, you're literally out of this world
The way his eyes rakes all over your body, it's not disrespectful, but he's taking you in and drinking you in admiringly with a sign of contentment on his eyes
He grumbles making you jumped at his action as he pounce at you after you're done putting on your nightgown making you both fell down on the bed
You laugh as he kisses you all over again
He helped you sit up on the edge of the bed as he picked up your robe on the carpeted floor, he helps you to get on it as you muttered a small thank you as he dresses himself as well
"Eddie"
"Yeah?"
"Be careful"
Small words yet holds a deeper meaning judging by your tone
Eddie looks at you waiting for you to elaborate as you let out a defeated sigh
"It's Henry-"
"Did he hurt you?!"
"No, no, but- I think he might be"
Before Eddie can angrily reply, you dismissively wave your hand at him
"Eddie, he's-" you shut your eyes for a second as you couldn't recognize your small voice
"I don't think he's a human"
He furrows his brows as his eyes looked directly at you "What do you mean?"
He felt that you flinched slightly as you try to remember the memory, he holds you close
"I-I'm sorry, I- he- he almost killed Jason some nights ago, knocking him unconscious he has this force just by using his hands, it's so powerful" you start shaking and Eddie notices it as he held you it calmed you down
"I don't want to lose you again, Eddie" you hug him again as he smiles down at you
"You believe me? don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Y/N, with upside down existing and those monsters? I mean- anything that is unlikely to be real can be real at this rate"
You nodded at his words, he's right, anything is possible since upside down happened
"I fear they might be hiding something else from me"
Eddie nose flares in anger as he remained his arms around you
"I think so too"
Your eyebrows quirk in interest as you await for him to reply
"Remember when they inspected the house in the upside down? Jason, he always throws this words to me that I can tell that he has a secret"
"A deep dark secret"
He nods "Don't you think they're the main reason?"
"Of what?"
"Why everyone suddenly disappeared with no explanation?"
"They might be, but we're not sure of it too, since we don't have evidence"
You scoff "They're number one suspect on my list"
Before he can reply, Jeff and Gareth are banging at the door, you jumped at the sound as you quickly swing the door open as you unlock it
"Hey, Eddie-"
Jeff darts his eyes to you and to Eddie
"Oh" Jeff looks at you from up and down as he enters inside
He saw the messed up bed
You covered up your face in embarrassment as you giggled
"Oh" his eyes are glint with a knowing look as Eddie rolled his eyes at him
Meanwhile, Gareth's mood is a total wreck as he keeps on waiting to get in
But he saw you and Eddie as he went in, he uses his foot to close the door behind him
Somehow, the presence of you, his attitude changed
"Good day, Y/N"
"You too, Gareth" you're surprised to his genuine greet to you
Jeff tears his eyes away from you and Gareth as he gave Eddie the same cream paper
"Someone slip this note under our pint last night"
"Beware, beware, there's a traitor on the loose, the two young lovers can they make their way to peace, justice and harmony once again? Could they be with their friends and family like it was before? Hope and Faith is the only way to survive, be strong, young ones"
Eddie reads it carefully as he thinks, why does suddenly felt that this note is written by his Uncle?
You noticed the cream paper as you reached for it, Eddie gave it you
The moment you finished reading it your face is horrified
"Dmitri" you say plainly but you're also confused
Why is Wayne giving you a warning to a person that your father trusted so much?
"What?" Gareth comes closer to where you all circled around together
"I also received a note like this too, just recently, I think Wayne is giving hints to where to find them him and Enzo"
"From what I know is that Enzo, Wayne and Dmitri are the only ones that are very close to my father, I just don't get it why all of the people? Why Dmitri? It's seems too impossible since I can't even imagine how Dmitri will betray us"
"Maybe he snitched on you, Y/N, or they find out something about him" Jeff spoke as he turns to look at Eddie who light up at the recovering memory
"Listen up" Eddie clasps his hands together as he smiles cheesily
You, Jeff and Gareth looked at him in anticipation
"I think I know where to find them"
#Spotify#eddie munson#stranger things 4#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson series#eddie munson supremacy#eddie munson smut#agirlwholovesrockstarsfics
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Papa’s Pet
Pairing: Dr Martin Brenner x Fem! Lab Worker! Reader.
Summary: Dr Brenner will absolutely use you teach someone a lesson about the consequences of trying to steal what belongs to him.
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Daddy kink (Papa), Not exactly public sex but y'all fuck in front of someone, Jealousy!, Jealous! Brenner, Creampie, Intercourse (P in V), Unprotected sex, Established relationship (?) this is kinda up to you, You belong to Papa, Reader is Papa's Bitch, I am the Reader.
Writing Time: 1 hour.
Word Count: 1,374.
Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 25.
A/N:
Sorry to all the 001/Henry fans out there. I kinda did him dirty here. I love Henry and I'll write another fic to make it up to him.
I'm so wet for Brenner though. An old hot crazy scientist? I'm already spreading my legs. Take me please, Papa.
I don't know if it's clear in the fic so I'll explain it here. Reader is Brenner's play thing, and Henry is caught trying to fuck the reader (flirting shamelessly with her in front of Brenner), to get a rise out of his Papa. But reader doesn't realise what he's really up to and thinks he's after friendship, which is is happy to give. Brenner knows the truth and punishes Henry for it.
Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.
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You felt beyond vulgar and used in the worst way possible.
It almost made you sick to your stomach. It was anyone else, you'd snap. Filled with rage and disgust.
But this was for the Doctor. Dr Brenner. And it wasn't much of a secret how much you loved the Doctor, or the lengths you'd go to please him.
Which is why you allowed him to drag you away to his office in the middle of your short scheduled time with the children, where 001 was already waiting, and throw you onto his chair (knees on the seat facing away from him) and rip your skirt up and tights and panties down. Exposing you completely to the men in the room.
"I'm sure you know why I brought both of you here today..." Dr Brenner sighed whilst stroking your wetting entrance slowly.
He continued, "I was pretty shocked and disappointed with both of you as of recently... maybe you didn't realise how obvious you were both being, but I've seen the looks you've been each other... the little conversations you been having during and after work... I've decided I need to give you two a reminder of the rules here."
You were frozen in fear, what was he talking about? Yes, you and Peter had been getting close as of recently but only as friends. You'd never betray your beloved Doctor like that.
You couldn't see, but behind you Peter was also frozen in fear. He didn't quite know where this was going. He had tried to anger his Papa by flirting with his naïve girlfriend right in front of him and did expect Papa to lash out and punish him, but he didn't quite know what kind of punishment this was and the lack of knowledge and control scared him to say the least.
Dr Brenner stared Henry down as he shoved a finger inside of you, making you gasp and grip onto the chair harder. Brenner and 001 could see how wet just a finger could make you, 001 moved uncomfortably on his chair and tried his best to hide his growing erection.
But Brenner had already seen it, and it only made him angrier. To him, Henry had no shame. He shamelessly flirted with his girl right in front of him and how he was shamelessly getting hard right in front of him for his girl.
Brenner knew you had no real part in his, he never once doubted your loyalty to him. But he was a little upset you hadn't seen 001's bad intentions with you and come to him immediately.
But still, this was Henry's punishment, not yours. Your punishment would come later.
Brenner unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers with just his free hand, before adding another finger into you.
He turned away from Henry to look at your bare ass and wet cunt and began stroking himself though his boxers, "I'm doing this to remind you both of your places, since you clearly need reminding. Henry, your place is beneath me and my darling... you should be grateful I've kept a failure like you around for so many years... and my darling," You slowly looked around to face him and your eyes met, "...You're my whore. I keep you around just to use whenever I please. You'll do good to remember that."
It stung and made you wetter. To hear you meant so little to the Doctor broke your heart a little but you already knew it. But also to hear that the Doctor wanted to use you in filthy ways... I mean, a win is a win.
Dr Brenner removed his fingers from you and showed them to Henry. The young man closed his eyes and looked away, moving awkwardly in his seat again because his hard dick was starting to hurt against his trouser.
Brenner chuckled at him and placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your juices with an evil smile on his face.
You whined and whimpered, grabbing both men's attention.
You shook your ass at the Doctor, "Please more Sir..."
Henry thought he was gonna be sick. He wanted to run away, but knew running away from his punishment could make things even worse.
But Brenner was quite the opposite. He was always thrilled to hear you beg for him. And since you were handling this all so well, he figured you deserved what you wanted.
He pulled down his boxers and quickly sheathed himself into you. You both let out a groan and began eagerly rolling your hips together.
You bit your lip and ripped the chair beneath you, you needed some way to let out how good this felt.
"Oh Papa... I'm so sorry!" You cried, "I'd never betray you! I love you!"
Brenner gently patted your head and continued fucking you, "I know you wouldn't, dearest. Papa knows you would never... God! You're taking me so well!"
You came first, Brenner not long afterwards. You sighed as you slowly came down from your high, you stayed out just in case your Papa had more in store for you.
Dr Brenner sighed as he carefully spilled all of his seed into you, then tucked himself back into his trousers and turned to look at Henry.
His face was almost covered with his hair as he looked down, but Brenner could feel 001's fury from a mile away. This punishment was a reminder that Brenner owned him, and he hated it. He always hated his Papa, but now he might hate you even more, for not helping him. And for choosing your evil mad Papa over him.
"Henry..." Brenner spoke out of breath, "Before you go back to work, look here."
He pointed to your cunt, filled to the brim with the Doctor's cum.
"I can't stop you from thinking about my Darling, but when you do, remember her filled up with all of me."
Henry didn't even bother to look.
"Now go back to work."
Henry was more than happy to run out of that office. Both to jerk himself off and to get as far away from the both of you as possible.
Brenner turned back to you and carefully pulled up your panties and fixed your clothes. He pulled you off the chair to face him and smiled at you.
"You did so well Dear." He gently stroked your face, "You know Papa really does love you. I love you more than anything else in the World, actually."
You smiled at your Doctor, your heart beating speed up to the point you though you might be having a heart attack. Your Papa did love you.
"I love you so much too Papa."
Brenner smiled again at you and leaned down to kiss you gently.
It was better for you to enjoy the tender moment than to worry about how 001 would react or treat you after his humiliating punishment.
#stitched#stitched talks#stitched mouth#stitched writes#stitched’s kinktober#kinktober 2023#kinktober#stranger things x reader#stranger things#stranger things netflix#netflix#dr martin brenner#dr martin brenner x reader#dr martin brenner smut#martin brenner#martin brenner x reader#martin brenner smut#brenner x reader#brenner smut#stranger things smut
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ᥫ᭡ REQUEST LIST
—. i’ve returned after a GIANT break , apologies i don’t write for mike schmidt anymore!
no nsfw
only write for gn / fem
T H E H O L D O V E R S
angus tully
M I X T E 1 9 6 3
jean-pierre magnan
joseph descamps
annick sabiani
T H E S E C R E T H I S T O R Y
henry winter
richard papen
camilla macaulay
I F W E W E R E V I L L A I N S
meredith dardenne
wren stirling
T R A I N S P O T T I N G
mark renton
simon david “sick boy”
#jean pierre magnan#jean pierre magnan imagine#the secret history#the secret history imagines#henry winter#camilla macaulay#richard papen#angus tully#the holdovers#if we were villains#if we were villains imagines#trainspotting#mark renton
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hihi ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა i'm trying not to send u 1 million requests, do u know how much restraint i have?? anyway, may i pls request 👄(smut) for renji (u already know the vibez) w. fling/one night stand & justice is a woman; pls thank u, ily xx fall in love (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡
You come into my home--my house--and you request Abarai Renji SMUT? What did you think was gonna happen???
Renji smut, of course, that's what. As if I'd say no. That man *chefs kiss* His tattoos, the red hair, the big tiddies, the big ass sword to match his [censored]. Roar, Zabimaru is the safe word. Pass it around.
I wrote...this little piece for you. I say little, but it is in fact, a big'un. 5k. All for Renji (and you). Once again, bb, thank you for the prompt. I live to write and please.
Tit for Tat
ABARAI RENJI X FEM READER | NSFW
WORD COUNT: 5k (bruh...what the fuck happened.)
CONTENT WARNING: you know it: alcohol consumption, it is what it is, renji is so mean like i will fight him but i don't have the muscle, nipple play, biting lots of biting like ridiculous, renji likes to slap ass and pussies too, ya know for fun cause it's cute and shit, vaginal penetration, for as long as this damn thing is you WOULD THINK they did more, but no, degradaaatiooon i guess????, he's mean so really that's all i can say, oh yeah maybe size kink, renji got a big [censored]
A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: Y/N really thought she could until she couldn't. There's nothing else to it. You just gotta read it, folks.
You had been watching him since he entered. It was compulsory; some kind of involuntary reaction. You tried to reason with it, tried to understand the explanation behind the sudden acceleration in your heart beat. You frown at your thoughts, swirling your wine glass. The maroon liquid spinning inside beckons you to look for him again. You admire the fiery mane of hair as you bring your glass to your lips for a taste and find yourself disappointed.
This was your favorite, from a bottle of St. Henri Shiraz, full-bodied and heavy on your tongue; still it barely whets your palate. What you’re craving is something else, something new; thrilling and exciting, like the dark geometric tattoos on his forehead, or the teasing beginning of one, peeking out from his v-neck shirt.
You drink again from your glass, hoping to stave off the gnawing hunger.
It is still inefficient; a waste of your time, just like any continued further attempt would be. At this point, you consider it necessary to leave your spot at the bar. You leave your glass behind. No further souvenirs were needed. Heels clicking on the floor, you squeeze between him and the empty stool by his left.
“Do you mind?” you ask him, practicing your most innocent voice as you drop yourself on the stool. He doesn’t glance at you, but somehow you feel it–his appraisal of you. It was quick, and left you wanting more.
“I don’t care either way,” he spoke gruffly, bringing a glass of sake to his lips. The last thing he wanted was to be tangled up with a human in his gigai body. Renji was just looking for a night to clear his head, away from everyone he knew. If he had intended to keep company he would have invited Rukia or even harassed Ichigo–but the orange haired idiot was busy with college now; a grown man.
Renji’s smile is derisive, as he does his best to hide it behind the glass. His smile threatened to be destroyed at the feel of a hand traveling over his thigh; nails trailing gently until they found his knee.
He feels his muscles react despite the urge to resist. They flex under your touch. He swallows and turns his head slightly to look down at you. You notice the enticing sharp lines of his jaw tense in restraint. It was enough to goad you on.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush,” you interrupt his thoughts like an elephant in a china shop–frail ceramic inhibitions shattering into an infinitesimal number of pieces. Until there was nothing but dust, nothing to put back together. He swallows, not for the first time since you sat down, apprehensive words.
“I wasn’t expecting you to,” Renji says at last with a casual roll of his eyes. You notice that he still refuses to look at you head on, so you dig your nails into his bony knee. He flinches. An exposure of teeth when he hisses sends goosebumps fleeing over your already heated skin. He looks at you now, brows furrowed, annoyance circling darkly behind his eyes.
Your hunger grows.
“I want you,” you tell him, leaning forward, aware that your cleavage was barely contained in your tight dress. You hoped it was enough to entice him. His eyes linger on your breasts, and you watch him struggle to pull them away. When he looks up at you, his lips are slightly parted, as if he was weighing the words on his tongue. You hum at the thought of it. Curiosity fills you with fantasies about the taste of his tongue, the feel of it on your skin. “Once. Tonight.”
In the back of his mind, he is aware this is a horrible situation to be in. It felt slightly immoral. In a body that was not truly his, he desired you. He felt the dip at the pit of his stomach, felt a growing thickness between his legs. He takes in a sharp breath as he looks at you, observing your fiery gaze. He wants to admonish you but his mouth is a bloody traitor.
“I won’t be held responsible for anything,” he tells you, curling your top lip. Irritation was heavy on his voice, as he tried his best to stop himself from devouring your mouth right then and there. “If you understand…” His voice dies as he swallows thickly again. It is difficult, so he finishes the rest of his sake in one shot.
You watch him throw his head back, and picture yourself licking and sucking up the column of his neck. Your thighs rub together, and you grow tired of it; waiting and waiting for him to decide.
When he finally stands, you seize his wrist. There’s resistance at first, as you do your best to drag him away from the bar. He mentions something about the check, but you ignore him. This was your usual spot as you lived within walking distance. The bar owner knew you. If anything, they’d put it on your tab.
The walk to your place seemed longer than usual as you fought the urge to put your hands all over him. His shirt clings to his muscles in a way that you could see them flex when he moves. You try your best to forbid it–your naughty hands, but they are on his biceps as you pull along, assessing, measuring. He was strong, and the look he gives you through his lashes as he looks down at you is hot enough that you almost imagine your clothes burning away.
He snatches your wrists, and pulls on you roughly. You collide against his chest, and gasp at the feel of his hard body. “Keep this up,” he hisses as he swoops towards your face, his nose inches from yours. “And I’ll just pull you into an alley.”
You are much too old to feel this way, much too wise to think your knees feel weak but you feel your strength leave you. You were a creature of comfort, but an alley didn’t seem entirely bad at the moment.
With a promise to behave, he lets you go, and you lead him at last to your apartment.
As you fumble with the keypad, something you’re quite embarrassed to even think about, you try to think up your next steps. Should you offer him a drink? Or would that be a further waste of time?
He seems to believe so, as he takes you in his arms the moment the door closes. His hands are in your hair, long fingers tangling in between dark curls. His tongue slips past your lips meeting no resistance. He is determined, but not eager, brushing against your tongue. You moan when he curls his tongue around yours, claiming it for a suck. He tastes of sake, and regrets.
Something prickles behind your eyes, but you push it away, deepen the kiss. Your hands roam freely now, over the planes of his muscular abdomen. They rise to his chest and you squeeze the flesh and muscle, absolutely devastated that your hands are not big enough, not strong enough to mark your territory further. So you dig your nails into his chest as he kisses down your neck. You feel him hiss, his hot breath bouncing against your marred skin. One of his hands travels from the back of your head, to dance over the small of your back until it reaches your ass.
He returns the favor, digging his fingers painfully into an ass cheek.
“Easy,” he tells you against your pulse. He nips and sucks until he feels you shudder in his arms. “I’m not that forgiving.”
The taste of danger, heavier than the red wine you drank, lingers on your tongue as he kisses you again with your face in his hands. You reach for him, blinded by the shimmering light in his hair but you grasp nothing as he tosses you back on the bed. You try to sit up to meet him but he is faster, pinning you underneath him.
You gasp as he grabs your breasts, kneading and gripping. You bite back a whimper. He frowns at you, and shakes his head once. “Now why would you do that?” he asks you. His tone was serious, chilling. You barely breathe as he releases your breasts to grasp the front of your black dress instead. A single moment of violence was enough for him to tear your dress in half with his bare hands. Your shout turns into a gasp as the blast of cool air touches your heated skin. The sound of fabric ripping haunts your ears. Fear and desire mix into a deadly concoction. Still, you swallow it all just like the sight of him above your trembling body. “There we go,” he sings, a crooked smile tugging his plush lips. “You shouldn’t hold back. I want to hear you fall apart.”
You want to be mad; truly, you do. The dress had not been cheap, despite its light fabric. Sometimes, you paid for a brand name more than the quality. It had been your mistake, just like your choice to go braless. You were left vulnerable, exposed. He did not hesitate to exploit any weakness, not in battle, nor in bed. His long tongue laps at an erect nipple, soft and explorative at first. When you moan, and arch into his kiss, long, hard and wet he is convinced that he made the right decision.
Tonight was the perfect time for a day off.
Your skin is addicting, sharper and more intoxicating than any drop of alcohol he had ever consumed. Your breast feels soft, and perfect under his large hand. He grips it tightly, and wonders if he will have enough time tonight to explore the rest of you; all of you. For all your boldness, you had become malleable under his touch. He smiles mockingly down at you, as you moan not for the first time, when he flicks a nipple with his thumb.
“You’re all bark aren’t you?” he asks you, and ignores the irony; ignores how in a way he can relate. He leaves a wet trail as he kisses down your sternum, and down to your belly, nipping playfully at the soft flesh under your belly button. Your nails are in his hair, and he tilts his head pulling away from you. He frowns up at you, with a mild sense of irritation. It doesn’t last long, lust taking precedence. “Don’t mess up the hair,” he tells you, and it only makes you want to do it more. You gingerly touch the pins in his hair, keeping half of it up, in a silent thank you. Because of them, you're able to watch him as he runs his tongue over the string across one hip–the thin strings that keep your thong in place. The sight of his tongue, long thick and red made you even hornier. You whimper, and your eyes threaten to close when he parts your legs. He turns his mouth to your other hip, eyes closed as one hand finds your heated core. He slides a thumb, gently at first, over your fabric covered slit. Even through the thong, he feels your wetness. He hums as he drops kisses on your pelvis, tongue running along the elastic of your underwear.
“You’re not wet enough,” he states with another curl of his top lip. You swallow as you watch him pull back to stare at your cunt. It was true that you still had your underwear on, but watching him watch you with such a clinical expression was embarrassing. His frown deepens and he tilts his head. “How disappointing.”
You jolt at his words, and push him off of you. Your hands are on his thick chest and you push with all your strength, until you topple over him on the bed. “How dare you,” you hiss, straddling him. He watches you in surprise, chest rising and falling as his breath hitches. It takes a moment, a second of silence, before he smiles; big, bright and genuine. It is loathsome how it fills you with a strange sense of warmth, so you dig your hands into his hair and pull. You force him to look at you, as you put on your best mean face. “Whose fault is it that I’m not wet enough according to you? Maybe you don’t know what you’re doing.”
He laughs at you, even as you tug on his hair one more time. He brings a large hand, and curls his fingers around your thin wrist. You know in a battle of strength you could never beat him. You seize the opportunity of surprise and swoop down to bite his lower lip, with enough strength and viciousness to draw blood. He hisses into a heated kiss, smearing blood on both your mouths.
The taste is coppery, metallic and you pretend your mouth is a furnace as you suck on his tongue, melting all his hardened edges so that you can mold him into something powerful; something beautiful.
It is lust and delusion that brings you to grasp his shirt in a pathetic attempt to rip it open, to expose the chest you so desperately want to kiss. His laugh echoes in the room, and you feel the sting of embarrassment on your cheeks. You glare at his mouth, now open as he gasps when you slip your hands under his shirt. Your eyes flutter just at the feel of his muscle, at the sensation of his cock growing even harder and bigger underneath your throbbing pussy. You needed a defense, a solution; so you pull the front of his shirt all the way up and shove it in his mouth.
He amuses you, bites down on the fabric with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You ignore his absolute cheek in favor of exploring his skin instead. Ink was stark against his tanned skin, a road map of untold stories. You bring your mouth to them, tasting the secrets embedded in his tattoos. He flinches underneath you. You hear him moan as you drag your nails gently down his sides. You kiss up the middle of his chest, and move over to his collarbone. You drop feathery kisses that make him shudder.
Your touch is light, teasing. Your mouth is a con artist, flapping its gums to sell him empty dreams. He wakes up from this false reality at the feel of your teeth under his collarbone. He bites down harder on his shirt, groaning. Drool wets the fabric and he closes his eyes as you continue to bite down his chest. You are ruthless. Your objective is clear as day to him. This is his punishment, he thinks with a muffled shout when you bite down on his nipple, once again leaving a mark on his skin; purple and red next to black ink.
He had insulted you, pushed you down, and you rose like judge and jury. In his clouded thoughts, full of desire and pain, Renji thinks to himself that indeed, Justice was a woman.
His breath is ragged as you move further down to his ribcage. He tries to contain the shuddering, icy fingers of anticipation dragging beads of sweat on his skin. He tries to steady himself when he feels your teeth graze against his skin, but he is still not prepared for the onslaught. You bite along his rib cage, time and time again leaving a crescent shape of marks.
A moon of bites to match your bark. He laughs silently, shoulders shaking as he tries to contain it. He had already insulted you once, and was paying the price. He couldn’t think of what would happen next. Your hips start moving against him, and his head lolls, a moan dying in his throat. You are definitely wet enough now. He feels you soaking through his pants. His hips buck at the feel of your heat, at your teeth pinching the flesh over his belly button.
He thinks he can take it. He thinks you’ve had enough of the torture but when you move to the side of his waist–he panics. He mumbles something but it isn’t fast enough. You bite down with a growl and his back arches, a shout that turns into a moan. His shirt soaks further with his spit, it now oozes down his chin and pools on the hollow of his neck.
You hear him mumbling, but choose not to listen. This was his own undoing, you think feverishly making up excuses as you bite under his belly button, once, twice; two marks just because. Your hands shake as they undo the buckle of his belt. It takes some effort but you manage.
“See?” you tell him, a tremble in your voice you despise makes you flush further. “You just don’t know what you’re doing,” you continue, rubbing your legs together. Slick slides down your inner thighs. It should embarrass you. You should feel shame at the way your pussy throbs, as if it was pleading to have him inside you. When you bring the zipper down, you’re taken aback, a small gasp leaves you before you can swallow it.
He chuckles at you, propping himself up by the elbows to watch you. He spits out the shirt from his mouth, but doesn’t bother to wipe his chin. “What now? Cat got your tongue?”
You look at him, and find it difficult to swallow. He had felt big, very big, when you were grinding your cunt against him but now that there was nothing but the fabric of his underwear between your eyes and his cock it became evident that you had underestimated his size.
You grit your teeth, and clench your jaw. You were no punk. This was nothing. You tell yourself this as you pull his pants down and he helps you, feeling charitable. Not that you deserve it, you think as you take in the sight of the marks left on his skin, growing darker and darker the more time flies by. He tosses his shirt and looks over at you as he sits up with amusement dancing behind his eyes. His smile is lecherous, and you notice how he grips the bed sheets tightly. Was he holding back? Was he laughing at you? You’re not sure.
You soldier on, heart in your throat, and slide a tentative hand over the print of his cock. He looks heavy, and he feels heavy as you cup his balls. His eyes flutter close, a happy hum coursing through his body. You slide your hand over to feel his length, and you’re amazed at the girth. You were no petite girl, your hands were far from small. If you were to grip him, wholly, you had the feeling your fingers would not touch your thumb.
“Scared?” he breathes out as he watches you grip his tip over his underwear. He blows his hair out of his face noisily. You hate how attractive that mere gesture was so you ignore him, and pull at the waistband of his boxer briefs. He tilts his head but concedes, lifting his hips so that you can pull them down. You dare not look until they’re over his ankles, until you toss them on the floor.
When you find the courage to look between his legs, you think you may have overestimated yourself. His cock is hard, a thick vein running and curling around his length. His balls looked as heavy as they felt. His tip, red, angry glistening with precum taunted you. Erect, it was flush against his belly, up to his belly button.
You can’t help it. You can’t help the hand that goes to your mouth. You can’t help your widening eyes, and the way your whole body freezes and burns at the same time. You definitely can’t help the feeling of growing wetter, hotter, the way your pussy clenches at nothing at the sight of him.
He is watching you with mild amusement, head tilted. He looks at you, lashes fluttering briefly. “That’s enough,” he says decisively. He takes action by grabbing your ankles. He pulls you towards him until you’re underneath him, caged in between his big arms. “I told you, didn’t I?” His breath is moist and warm against your cheek. He licks one, then the other. “I can’t be responsible for anything tonight. Your loss.”
His grip is strong on your hips as he flips you over, hands kneading your ass. You whimper, and grip the sheets on the bed. You think to protest, maybe ask him to go slow but you feel a sting that blooms into pleasure. You moan despite the embarrassment, feeling yourself get even wetter if it was at all possible. His hand grabs at your cunt possessively, and he rubs his fingers roughly over your underwear.
“There we go,” he says in a soft tone, encouraging, full of praise. “You know,” he begins, his tone playful, leaning down to bite up your back. You tremble under his assault, a moan following each sink of his teeth. “You might just be wet enough to take all of me. What do you think? Are you feeling greedy tonight?”
Your mouth goes dry. You open and close it, stammer like a fool, and he laughs again. You feel it against your ear when he leans down. His hands are on your ass again, rubbing circles. “I’m waiting,” he sings, licking the shell of your ear.
“Uh–Well, I–” You begin and you feel your eyes water from shame. This was your undoing. You thought you were above it all. You thought you could be in control but even after everything, he somehow managed to get the upper hand. He chuckles darkly against your ear. His teeth bite down on your earlobe before he sucks on it. He releases it to mock you–to throw your stammering words back at you.
“You sound ridiculous,” he tells the crook of your neck. You feel him smiling there, as he pulls your asscheeks aside to rub his erection between them; up and down. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”
You take in a ragged breath. His hand is on your neck, and he squeezes thick fingers around it. “Yes,” you breath out between gasps, finding it deathly arousing to feel his thickness rubbing on your ass.
You feel him move away, feel the bed creak. You dare to look over your shoulder, and watch him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he pumps his cock. His tongue is out, licking his bottom lip, eyes dark, lids heavy with barely controlled desire.
“Show me,” he commands, his thick cock in his hand. He moves his hand slowly up his shaft as you falter. He watches you turn slowly on your back as he squeezes his tip. He bites back a moan, wanting to save it for later. His precum is smeared on his hand and he stills for a moment, as you lay on your back. You push the fabric of your thong to the side, exposing your puffy pussy.
Renji draws a sharp breath, a hiss that turns into a low growl. He crawls over you, stealing away your breath and what's left of your senses. The sight of him is devastating. His broad shoulders make you feel prisoner to the heat between your bodies. He brushes his nose against yours, a terrifying form of intimacy that confuses you.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against your lips.
He clashes against you, a feverish mouth that takes no prisoners. His hands are in your hair again, messing with your curls and you can’t be bothered to be upset at how he pulls at them, how he grips and curls them around his fingers. He kisses you until you feel like he can kiss you deeper than your mouth, past your throat and lungs. He kisses you until you think you can die from this act alone. When he comes up for air, he is gripping your wrists.
“Here,” he says, bringing them to your ankles as he helps fold your legs enough to reach. “Hold these.”
You don’t think you have any right to refuse, or rather, any weapon to battle him with. The idea of having him inside you feels like a necessity that justified any risk. You hold your ankles as you whimper, feeling him adjust his fat tip around your entrance. He rubs it against your folds, and up your slit to your clit. A moan wafts out of your mouth, a wanton song past midnight. He snickers and he slaps your cunt with his cock.
“I think…” he drags his words, the same way he drags his tip down your pussy again, to push gently against your opening. Your eyes fly open from where you had shut them in anticipation. “I really think you’re a little…” He hums pensively, pushing his tip in, slowly. He pushes a bit more, and you back arches. He’s not even halfway but the width of him makes you feel so full you fear splitting in half. “A little too greedy for your own good.”
He finishes his words as he continues to push slowly inside you, inch by inch. You’re amazed at his sudden bout of gentle consideration just as you’re amazed at his size. You can’t help clenching around him, and you hear him curse under his breath. Your stomach contracts, forcing your body to make small jittery jolts as you cling to his biceps, nails digging so hard they leave half moon marks.
“Fuck!” he hisses. His teeth are white when you look up at him, gritting as he tries to keep control. “Hey,” he says softly, voice shaking. “If you keep that up. It won’t be good for you.”
“Shut up,” you tell him, unable to think of a clever retort. What you could only think of is the feel of his thick cock inside you, settling in too comfortably as if it belonged there. You move your hips tentatively, and your eyes close, a moan shaking your body. You hear his laugh again as he starts moving against you, slow and purposeful at first.
“God damn,” he hisses, again. You hate the way he clenches his jaw. The sight of teeth, canines a bit too sharp and long, had never been arousing to you until now. “Your pussy is greedy too, huh. You can barely take me in but you keep sucking me back in for more.”
You are far too gone to be embarrassed. You release your ankles, and wrap your legs around him instead. Surprise is evident in his face by the way his brows rise, the slight widening of his eyes. You loop your arms under his, to hold on to his shoulders. Your breathing is scalding against his chin, you kiss desperately up his jawline as he moves again–thrusting into you with renewed fervor.
“Just do it,” you say quickly, a voice that sounds desperately unhinged. “Just fuck me.” Your hands cling to him, and he scoops you up into his embrace. There is no apology, although he thought about it, as he angles his hips.
He pounds into you with more force than he needs to. He is aware of it when you cry out, when your nails pierce skin. He feels your fingers slip against his back, feels the heat of his blood smearing between his back and your palms. It isn’t enough to stop him, or guilt him. His eyes close at the feel of you, wet, tantalizing; completely erotic. He looks down at your face, the sight of your disheveled makeup–mascara smeared over a temple, lipstick leaving a purple tint on your chin. He loves it. He smiles at you even as he continues to fuck you.
“You’re a fucking mess,” he says loudly as you moan, an orgasm flooding your body like riptide.
You can’t think. You can barely breathe. All you know, and all you need is for him to keep going. The pain is worth it. Every time he pushes in, you feel as if he will kill you, split you, eviscerate you but the moment of pain and fear is quickly followed by a new kind of pleasure.
You moan into his neck, kissing and sucking as best as you can but your strength is not even enough for that. His movements become sloppy, rogue thrusts slamming into your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next day. He grips your thighs as if you had no feelings, hard and merciless. You whimper, reach down with one hand but he is gone before you can even touch him.
He pulls out, and you feel eerily empty. He gives you no time to gather your thoughts before he grabs a fistful of your hair. He pulls you up, forcing you on your knees. His cock is coated in your cum when he shoves it at your face. Eyes that can barely see, unfocused and hazy, take in the sight of his tip, the way Renji furiously pumps up and down his shaft.
You are not yourself, you think, as you open your mouth, tongue hanging out.
He cums all over your mouth and face. You flinch as a drop hits your eye. You close them tightly, as he still cums some more, feel the heat of it sliding down your face. You hear his laugh as you kneel there, not daring to open your eyes.
“Stay there,” he orders you, and his footsteps fade. Your breathing is loud against your eyes. Your body feels heavy, achy and used. The footsteps come back, and you feel a cold wet rag on your face. He washes your face roughly, not an ounce of tenderness to the gesture. It surprises you then, when you open your eyes to see him smiling at you–a little softly, almost demurely.
You have no words, and suddenly it feels awkward. Before you can say something you regret, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you. Apprehensions disappear at the taste of his tongue, he kisses the corner of your mouth, taking your hands to clean them too.
“I was right,” he says, frowning down at the dried blood on your palms. “You are a fucking mess.”
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Arise Fair Sun (Henry V x fem! Reader Oneshot)
Word Count: 3K
Fandom: The Hollow Crown
Summary: One night, Henry appears under your balcony to confess his feelings to you.
Warnings: None, just a lot of fluff! I guess brief mentions of sex.
A/N: This was inspired by @theartofimagining13's small post that can be found here! A lot of it was taken from the Balcony Scene from Romeo and Juliet (and no tragic ending in my fic, hooray!), bc I'm a basic bitch who genuinely loves that play, do not @ me. Enjoy!
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“Y/N, a marriage to the Earl of Warwick shall be a wonderful match and you must consider it!” your father said at dinnertime.
You felt as if the roast chicken you had just eaten was curdling in your stomach. Though it was a warm summer night, you became very cold. You saw stars in the fields of your vision from the shock. The words were thunder to your ears- loud and shocking and bursting from nowhere.
You did meet the Earl of Warwick a few times. He was a handsome man, though he was older. Not elderly, but close to your father’s age to where they were friends. Often, they attended events and court with the king himself there. Just yesterday, he was there with you at a ball, hosted by the king himself. He had long since been widowed. Now it seemed he was open for a replacement.
Though you did dance with the handsome young king, Henry the Fifth. His eyes were piercing but his face had a gentle smile on you. You were sure he was not betrothed to any princess. At least not yet. The times you spoke with him and attended events with him, he did speak to you. And he was so…so…
No, it was impossible.
“Father…am I…am I betrothed to the earl?” you asked, still dazed at it.
To think, you were already set for a marriage without your knowledge! Yes, you knew it would happen eventually. You never thought it would happen now! Your fingers curled into the table’s wood as if it could support you.
“No, I will tell you, you are not. At least, not yet! He is only interested in courtship first…then we can consider a betrothal,” your father replied. He wiped off the sauce of the meal from his mouth.
Your mother turned to you.
“But the earl seeks you as his lady love. And you shall consider him, shall you?” your mother encouraged.
You blinked rapidly.
“I…I will consider it,” you answered.
“Then, we will invite him to dinner and if this continues further, a marriage for you will finally be settled. Isn’t’ that wonderful?” your father asked with a smile.
You nodded politely, despite the racing of your heart. You reached for your goblet of wine and took a sip, resisting the urge to gulp it down to calm your shock.
Not that he wouldn’t be a good husband to any wife. But…in the depth of your heart, you wanted to marry out of love. Like with….with….
No, that was impossible. Don’t dwell on him, you urged yourself.
This was it. Done and done-at this rate, you would have to start signing your letters as Lady Warwick.
That night, you were troubled. You found it hard to relax to sleep. The stifling heat on the blankets on a summer evening didn’t help. You knew marriage was never for love, but for duty and diplomacy. Love was only for knights who pined for already married women. And even that was never to be except for all the yearning and sighing. And you didn’t think of yourself as worthy of a knight’s adoration either.
You put on a white shift and a pink robe over should a servant run nearby. You went out of your room to go out to the balcony outside. It was a lovely night. The moon was up in the sky, full and round and white. Stars were sprinkled as light as sugar dust over the ebony sky of midnight. It ran over the back of the house where you could peek over the wall that surrounded the house. Right below was the garden where trees grew so tall their leaves could kiss your fingertips. And even though you could only smell the garden and never touch it, vines and flowers blossoming from them bedecked the balcony wall. Moonlight glowed over it all, giving it a shine making it seem more ethereal.
You leaned onto the balcony railing, putting a hand against your cheek. You let out a deep sigh, just enjoying it and the sounds of the crickets of this summer night. It was cooler now with a breeze that made you shiver a little. It was as if the world sighed down with you. Crickets and owls sang their music.
Then you heard the distant whinny of a horse. Your head turned, jumping from its suddenness. Did one break from the stable? You walked up the walkway to where you could peek over the wall and saw that there was a white horse on the other side. A horse you did not recognize!
Zounds-a burglar!?
You ran down to where you saw the garden. You noticed a figure in the dark with a dark cloak running forward. Your heart raced with panic. As you lowered your jaw to let out a scream and alert someone, the hood lowered.
“Don’t be afraid, my lady!” cried a familiar voice.
Out came a head full of auburn curls and a handsome, ivory face with a goatee. And you fought the urge to let out another yelp. Of all the men on God’s creation who could be down there-fie! It was the king of England, Henry! The panic ran its cold lightning down your body.
“Your grace!” you said out of surprise, dipping into a bow out of habit.
You returned up. How beautiful his curls and skin shone against the moonlight. There was a faint glow caught in his high cheekbones. He wore a dark cloak and gloves over his red doublet, its color bleeding out between the folds of the cloak.
He placed his hands out in peace and walked forward to where you stood over. The most powerful man on earth but here he seemed so little. He looked up at you like you were a giant. Like you could squash him between your thumb and forefinger.
“What brings your majesty here and why? Without your guards? No one to protect you?” you asked.
“I do not need nor want them here. Here, my dear lady… I come here under the cloak of night-she hides and protects me.”
You began to clutch the railing of the balcony, leaning over.
“How did you get in here?” you asked.
He let out a smile that made your insides wriggle in excitement.
“I climbed over the walls-I was always quite good at climbing,” Henry said.
Peeking over, you noticed how tall they were. You forgot he was young and spry, even if he was royalty. He had the energy and strength to get over a tall wall. You turned down to look at him.
“You…didn’t answer my first question. Why are you here?” you asked.
He folded his gloved hands, looking up. His brows furrowed and his shoulders began to raise.
“I spoke with your father today-and he was making a boast that concerned me…are you betrothed?” he asked.
You felt your eyes go wide. You shook your head.
“No…no I am not. The earl of Warwick is interested in me. But no, there’s no betrothal. Not yet,” you told him.
Henry let out a deep breath and loosened his shoulders.
“I am relieved…” he commented.
“What…what do you mean, Henry?” you asked, swallowing.
You saw him smile as you said his name.
“The night brought me here…and Love.”
The air stilled around you, and the earth stopped as he spoke. His own jaw trembled and though his voice was soft, you heard him clearly. Reality surpassing your dreams.
“Love gave me wings and urged me forward…and here, in this garden tonight, I am not a king who can only speak in declarations and laws and propriety. Here, there are no eyes watching us. I can speak to you honestly. I can speak to you as a man. As a man who loves you.”
You were almost dizzy. Processing it. You held onto the railing to keep your legs from knocking.
“You…you love me?” you repeated.
“Y/N…I…I wanted to give you a speech. Recite poetry and verses. But your eyes make me turn red. The sight of you and I am speechless. I cannot say a word from the fullness and longing of my heart. So I speak plain- I love you, Y/N. And that I will not be ashamed to say aloud. Not anymore.”
You then eyed the tree right next to where you stood.
“Can you climb up here…can you talk to me there…”
He then moved to the wall before yours. Easily, he pulled himself up the trees. With the grace of a dancer, he moved up and through until he went to the branch right before where you stood. He caught his breath from the exertion, holding onto the branch to support him.
“Are you alright?” you asked.
“I have never felt better as I did.”
“Then come forward, Henry-I don’t want you to fall!” you cried.
He walked down the branch, making himself steady. You reached out a hand-touching his leather gloves, and helped him on. Though you paused when you realized- you were in the intimate position of an embrace. He didn’t let go. You didn’t want him to.
“Well-this is better, my lady…” he remarked, with a naughty twinkle in his eye.
“At this point in the poems, many men call their ladies the moon….a few call their women the sun…That should give you a hint of what to say…” you teased.
Henry glanced up at the sky, he then returned to you with a smile.
“Then…then you are the stars, Y/N. The light of this night…perhaps this does make you the sun. The sun itself is a star and all go about come alive when they rise. So should the world come to life when I see you. There were times I wished…I wished I was a mere insect in this house, Y/N.”
“An insect?” you repeated with a small laugh.
You saw Henry turn pink and both of you dipped your heads into laughter again, then he continued.
“I envy each bug. Each small crook and mouse that can go in. That can lay eyes to you, hear you speak and laugh and sing and whisper. I would trade my crown to be them. For they can look at you and hear you all the time, but Harry of England cannot.”
You never thought your smile would grow as big as it currently did. He removed his gloves and set them on the railing. Then you took your hands in each other. A touch of bare skin upon bare skin. He twined your fingers between yours. He held your hand so smoothly, a great treasure. Worth more than anything he materially possessed.
“I don’t know who would get more in trouble if my father arrived. If it would be you at the sight of a man so near me, or if he would get in trouble and be exiled by the king of England!”
Smiling and bursting into laughter-how easily you could speak to and laugh with this man. The pure joy that tingled inside you when he was near!
“I won’t exile him…at least, not too long,” he said with a wink that made you flutter in your insides.
“I love you. No other embellishments- I love you. It is like you haunt me, Y/N. There were times I’ve wondered if I’ve only dreamed about you. Then I feel the itch of my clothes or the scratch in my throat and I could cry with bliss. For it means you are real.”
You began to tear up with happiness.
“I had to tell you how I felt. Before you were sold off forever. Before you followed your father’s wishes.”
“Couldn’t you command him?” you questioned.
“When I was not sure if you liked me?! And have you hate me all for forcing your hand? I couldn’t! I had to be sure how you felt about me! And I wanted you to…to like me. Like me a little. I had to tell you my feelings before we had to say nothing for all eternity. Before a loveless marriage was forced on me too. I wanted it to be genuine- nothing of crowns and laws and power. Only my own heart beating fast when I see you smile at me.I…”
He paused. His mouth dropping to a gentle frown.
“Y/N…How do you feel about me?” he asked.
You felt yourself warm up.
“For someone who insists he is plain of speech…you are pretty with your words…and I like them, Henry- I do. And I like you. And I…I love you too…”
Giving in, you embraced him. He cupped your cheek and kissed you. Fire engulfed you as you leaned in. You felt his hot breath from his nose against your face. You could have stayed there forever in his arms. You reached up a hand to run through his hair as you kissed again. He pressed further and your body was shot. You were so drunk on love, on his touch.
Fie, the great trouble that would land you! Both of you-more you than him! And in fact…
You pulled from the kiss.
“Henry…you come here with honorable intentions-that of marriage, do you?” you asked.
He shook his curly head.
“My lady, no- I come here with no thoughts of anything vile but only with the sweetest, purest sentiments. I swear on myself!” he promised.
“Oh, good! I’ve heard of men saying things to women to seduce them…I’m glad.”
You went up to cup his cheek. He leaned into it, kissing the palm of your hand. His eyes as bright and shining to rival the moon. Then he took both his hands to touch yours. You sat on the railing, and he knelt down to talk to you, his voice and eyes earnest.
“Y/N, I am relieved you love me as I love you. As you are a bright gem to me, a sweet pet. But I come here not because I wish to possess you- only to stay by your side. I was crowned king of a nation but here, I am only your humble servant!”
“Then…could you kiss me again?” you asked.
“Yes.”
He wrapped his arms around you. He began to repeat your name as he laid a kiss on each of your cheeks, then your neck and lips as you melted into laughter from his arms. He kept murmuring sweet nothings into your ear as he held you, nuzzling you close.
“The sweetest, dearest name…loveliest, most precious of women….”
Both of you let go. How warm he felt compared to the chill of the night.
“Then…then you will speak to my father. Tell him you are interested in me. Insist on yourself as a suitor with intentions on marriage,” you urged him.
“Yes! Yes I shall!” he agreed, nodding.
There were footsteps from inside. The air stopped in your lungs and both of you fled to a shadow. But seeing that no one approached, you let out a sigh of relief.
“To think…we have to go…there might be some to hear you…” you mused sadly.
“I can’t remember how much delight I’ve had in this hour since my tavern days…to think we could be caught-the thrill of it!”
“Henry…we should exchange tokens of love.”
Both of you plucked the flowers growing on one side against the balcony. He gave you one. You gave him one. He tucked his own flower, a large, bright pink blossom, into his doublet. He put on his gloves in the strands of his belt for security.
“Here….symbols of us. To remember each other…” you said.
He said, tilting your chin up to his. You touched his arm gently and smiled.
“Henry, when you talk to father-come here. You could see me tomorrow…I’ll put my ears against the door when you talk to Father! I doubt he could refuse the king of England as a son in law and his daughter a…a…”
The word, in your disbelief, went to a mere whisper of your voice. The idea gripping you.
“a…a queen.”
“And what a queen you shall make!”
He took his hands on you and lifted you up in an embrace to where your feet didn’t touch the ground. He twirled you around. You let out a small shriek in spite of yourself, despite the risk from the surprise.
He kissed you again on the lips. The man was insatiable for you, but you would not complain about it.
“I’ve never been…been this happy…I am not sure if I want to leave…”
“Well then…you must…you don’t want my parents to suspect anything. And servants like to talk- wouldn’t you provide some interesting gossip for them,” you sighed.
“I could brave them all if I had to. But if I must…”
He held your hand as he began to climb out to the tree branch. Your own arm reached out, holding his. Just enough so that you still felt secure on your balcony.
“I will see you on the morrow, when the sun rises and all of dawn and day shall behold your face where it will stand by mine soon for all eternity…” Henry said.
“And I cannot wait until then…” you replied.
You held onto him until only the bits of your fingers touched. To memorize his skin. His feel. He then climbed down the tree. then you let go. Your own hand holding onto air. Feeling the ghost of his touch as he had to use both of his hands to climb down. Then you released it as well. Watching him vanish.
You blew him a kiss and he caught it, putting it to his lips. He bounded across the gardens. Then he crawled up and over the wall-and his cape did seem like a birds wings in the night. You ran over to the other side of the balcony wall to watch the last of him. You saw him on his white horse, like a maiden’s sweet dream. With a last smile, a smile of promise, he kicked his heels against his horse and rode off into the night until the whiteness of the steed was a mere speck.
You missed him already. But you told yourself, it wouldn’t be long now. Just a few more hours. And you would be reunited. Bound to never part forever.
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of gun violence, PTSS
A/N: before you have a heart attack, the angst is resolved by the end of the chapter
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Chapter 35
“Elephant,” Spencer read from the list.
“E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T,” Jo recited.
“Correct!” Spencer picked her up and hugged her, “That’s the last word on the list your teacher gave as practice. You’re my little genius.”
“This spelling bee is going to be a P-I-E-C-E of cake,” Jo beamed.
“Speaking of cake, what kind do you want, Baby J? We have to celebrate your last day of 1st grade.”
“Chocolate!” she smiled.
“You got it,” you gave her a thumbs up, “Daddy and the babies are going to go with you to school to watch the spelling bee and I’ll be there as soon as I pick up your cake. I need a final hug and kiss from my first grader before I go though.”
“Bye, Mommy!” Jo kissed you on the cheek.
“Remember you don’t have to win. Just have fun, baby,” you reminded her.
Jo nodded.
“Bye, love,” you gave Spencer a quick kiss, “Save me a seat!”
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“Can I get a chocolate cake that has ‘Congrats Jo!’ written on it in purple frosting?” you asked the baker.
Once the cake was decorated, you headed to the front to check out.
All of a sudden, two men with black ski masks burst through the door with guns.
One of them fired off two shots towards the ceiling to get everyone’s attention. You dropped Jo’s cake in sheer panic.
“Everyone, get to the floor now! If the cashiers cooperate, this will all go smoothly and no one gets hurt,” one of the men yelled.
You couldn’t get enough oxygen to your lungs as you dropped to the floor. The events from Jo’s seventh birthday party kept replaying in your head.
Then, you felt something warm seeping down your front. You looked down to see your white shirt quickly darkening into red.
Spencer dropped the cake on the ground, running over to you, “Y/N!”
You fell to the ground just as he caught you. You could hear the muffled sounds of screams, kids crying, and people running away.
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“Jo, your word is environment,” the teacher announced.
Spencer looked around the crowd in the auditorium. It was already the second round and you still weren’t here. He would have texted you but unfortunately, carrying both twins inside, he managed to leave his phone in the car.
What he didn’t know was it was blowing up with messages from the team who were at the hostage situation and had seen you on the security footage.
“E-N-V-I-R-O-N-M-E-N-T,” Jo stated into the microphone.
“Correct.”
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You were trembling on the floor with the palms of your hands covering your eyes.
The robbers must have planned their timing wrong because the cops showed up earlier than expected, turning the robbery into a hostage situation.
They didn’t have a plan though so they denied all forms of communication. You were trapped.
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“Okay, we are entering the final round between Jo and Mason.”
“Mason, your word is neighbor.”
“N-A-B-O-R,” Mason said.
“I’m sorry, Mason. That is incorrect. Good try though. Jo, the word moves on to you. If you get this correct, you will be the winner.”
“N-E-I-G-H-B-O-R,” Jo stated confidently.
“That is correct! Congratulations to Jo!” the teacher cheered as the audience applauded.
They handed her a little trophy and Spencer ran up to her and gave her the biggest hug he could with his baby carrier on.
“Where is Mommy?” she whispered.
“I don’t know, Princess, but I’m sure she has a good excuse because she wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he whispered back.
“JJ, can I use your phone for a picture? I left mine in the car,” Spencer asked.
“Sure, hold on. I just need to power it back on, I didn't want it making any noise during the competition.”
They waited for JJ’s phone to turn on and her face noticeably shifted to concern as she shuffled through the missed calls and texts.
“Will, watch Jo and Henry please,” JJ said, pulling Spencer into the hallway nearby.
“Spence, I need you to take a seat.”
“Why?” Spencer asked, slowly sitting down with the baby carrier holding the sleeping twins.
“There is a hostage situation at the nearby grocery store and Y/N is inside. She is physically okay but she seems to be having some sort of breakdown.”
“Well assuming the unsub or unsubs have a gun, that would make sense because her last encounter with a gun, she was shot at Jo’s birthday party and almost died. She is most likely suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. We need to get down there right now,” Spencer stood.
“Okay, leave the babies with Will and he’ll watch the kids for now. I’ll explain it to him later.”
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Glass shattering. Yelling. Gunshots fired.
You closed your eyes tighter and pressed your hands to your ears to block out the sound.
Someone put their hands on your shoulders and you screamed loudly. The hand began to rub your back soothingly.
You opened your eyes to see Spencer crouching down in front of you. He was saying something to you but you couldn’t hear because of the deafening ringing in your ears.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You were still paralyzed in fear even though you were now safe in your husband’s arms.
Spencer’s lips were moving again but you couldn’t make out a single word. He scooped you up and carried you outside to one of the ambulances. They placed a blanket around you and you curled up into yourself again, putting your head in your knees.
Spencer’s hand never left your back.
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It had been a day since the incident and you still hadn’t talked. You wanted to but it seemed impossible. You had only left the bed to use the bathroom, barely touching the food Spencer brought you.
“I want to show Mommy my trophy but she isn’t leaving her room,” Jo frowned.
“Mommy went through something really scary so that is why she missed your spelling bee and why she won’t leave her room. Two bad men tried to rob the store she was in and it reminded her of when she got hurt before and had to be in the hospital for a while,” Spencer spoke softly to her.
“Oh. What can I do to help?” Jo asked.
“How about we all go in there and just lay with her? She might not be in the mood to talk but you can talk to her, Princess,” Spencer had Ollie on one hip and Ophelia on his other.
He was right behind Jo when she knocked on your bedroom door.
“Love, can we come in and sit with you for a bit?” Spencer asked, cracking the door open.
You slowly sat up and extended your arms, inviting Jo in for a hug. Jo ran into your arms.
“Hi, Mommy,” she whispered.
You kissed her head in response. Jo laid down in your lap and proceeded to tell you all about the spelling bee as you stroked her hair.
Spencer took his spot in the bed with Ophelia on his chest and Ollie in his lap. He smiled softly when you reached for Ollie, cradling him in your arms.
Jo put some Looney Tunes on to cheer you up. Spencer ordered pancakes from the local diner and you all ate in bed together. Spencer couldn’t stop smiling when you finished your entire stack of pancakes.
By late afternoon, you all had moved on to ‘Tangled’ but all the kids were napping on top of you. You grabbed Spencer’s hand and interlocked your fingers. Spencer brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.
“I love you,” you croaked.
“I love you too, my brave brave girl,” he whispered with happy tears in his eyes.
A/N: congrats, you made it through the last angst plotline in this fic!!! i hate to say it because i’m so attached but i will probably be wrapping this fic up soon (maybe 4 more chapters or so). also, send me some asks! i’m bored!!! i have been writing all day!
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HOME (smau)
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Henry Bolet x fem reader, Clue Crew x fem reader
You’ve been in love with your best friend, Henry Bolet, for years but stayed quiet because of his girlfriend, Summer. When he suddenly breaks up with her, your friends make it their mission to get you two together no matter what. Is this finally your chance, or are you about to ruin a perfectly good friendship?
Pt. v: that’s final fantasy, right?
Y/N’s POV
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An Almost Perfect Life - 3/?
Summary: You are a young career woman at one of the bank in London and, at the same time, attending a PhD in Statistics. Your life was perfect until your apartment was invaded by two demons.
Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader x Claude Faustus
Previous Chap: Page 1 , Page 2
III. No place to hide
Finally Monday came. You couldn't believe your enormous luck. You could go out again, you were finally free from that unusual prison.
Still dressed in heavy pajamas, you stood by the window and watched the raindrops attack the glass. It was a gloomy day, but that wouldn’t have affected your cheerful and carefree mood.
“Young lady, breakfast is ready.”
You turned to look at Claude in the doorway and found him with a confused look. You had become accustomed to their constant presence but certainly, not yet in their ways.
“Still have to change?” he murmured as he approached your wardrobe. “I would have assumed that you were ready to set foot out of here even earlier than necessary.”
He pulled out a dark green skirt and one of the shirts you had attached to the crutches and laid them on the bed.
Then, as you watched him distractedly, you noticed that he was approaching the underwear drawer and blushed with a deep red tomato.
Sure you wouldn't reach him in time, you took the brush on the windowsill and pulled it against him.
The object circled for a few moments in the air but the demon, warning it to arrive, moved away at the last second and turned even more confused than when he entered.
“What the hell are you going to do, perverted demon!? Stay away from my clothes!”
“I assure you I have no interest-” he began but was interrupted by a flying radio alarm clock.
“So, you two are demons.”
The two nodded synchronously.
“Demons who enter into contracts with humans.”
Again a nod.
“And that they owe me gratitude for taking them off the street.”
You ran a hand through your hair as a severe headache started beating again.
“I already told you, you don't need to be grateful to me for anything.” You ran your fingers over the sides of the temples, pushing and hoping that the pain would go away with that simple pressure. “You were attacking each other, I didn't save you from anything.”
What escaped you as you stared at the surface of the kitchen table was the significant look that the two demons had exchanged silently.
“In any case, there is still a significant intrusion.” The amber-eyed demon added.
“Then do something, anything, that will make you disappear immediately.” You asked, desperate to conclude those terrible negotiations.
The two looked at each other again before turning to you again.
“For that, we need a contract.”
You opened your mouth and eyes wide at the same time, looking at them as if they had just drunk each other's brains.
“I will never sell my soul to the devil!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms over your chest.
Sebastian chuckled. “Well, there must definitely be something you want from us.” He answered flirtatiously but after seeing your dark and pissed expression he decided to fly over. “Wealth, fame, power ... revenge ...”
The last word seemed to tread with nostalgia, confusing you more than necessary.
“Do you think I will sell my soul for such useless things? I had a perfect life before you two came in to destroy it. I'll probably end up analyzing for this...” you sighed tired. “I will never make a contract with you.”
Claude shrugged, as if it were a matter of little consequence. “Then I guess nobody will leave here very soon.”
The path to work went smoothly like oil.
The subway was as crowded as ever. Men and women with their work bags and some crazy tourist who had ventured despite the day didn’t bode well.
You squeezed your briefcase against your stomach as you sat on a desk and looked around.
Nobody seemed to notice you for any reason and everyone seemed completely normal people, unaware of all the paranormal that surrounded them. For a moment, you prayed that time would flow back again to allow you to appreciate more that monotony that had invaded your days for years. The whole situation seemed so unreal.
But, to remind you that it was all real, was the strong feeling of being observed but soon, inside your office on the third floor, you would have been the most peaceful and safest person in the world.
You would have done your research, you would have investigated what could hurt them or some spell that could have sent them back to hell as quickly as possible.
When you got out of the vehicle, you continued on foot along the usual road and while passing in front of the alley of the days before, you cursed yourself for stopping.
The sliding doors of the bank continued to open and close as customers and associates entered and left the building.
When you approached them the sweet PUFF that emanated almost made you want to cry.
The lobby was huge, allowing people to wait and operate with serenity, privacy and comfort.
When you approached a counter, very close to the stairs area, a man with auburn hair and a sweet smile looked at you curiously.
“Good morning, Henry.” You anticipated, raising a hand in case he hadn't heard you from the operation he was carrying out with a customer.
“Good morning, (Y / N). You finally recovered.” He replied back, returning to give immediate attention to the person over the counter.
You nodded, albeit with a little hesitation, and you quickly advanced to the lift that would take you straight to your safe place.
You pressed the button and said goodbye to the two colleagues on the upper floor who were waiting for the transport with you.
Your bank had more than 50 floors so it was unlikely that you would get to know even half of those who worked there.
Moreover, relations with those on the lower or upper floors were seldom due to lack of time. And each floor was assigned a job.
Once you reached your floor, you found it packed with people, as usual. Your area made itself available to the customer so the relationship was in close contact with other people.
When you passed the office of your best colleague, you smiled.
“Good morning, Isy. How have these days gone without me?” you asked as you appeared just beyond the door.
The young woman seemed to light up at the sight of your figure and stretched out her small hands.
“(Y / N)! You left me alone to feed these vultures!” she moaned as you advanced and grabbed her hands in yours as if to share the sense of unease with her.
You smiled.
“Forgive me and thank you for replacing me.” You reached over the desk and put a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you need, don't hesitate to ask.”
She nodded, convinced of your honesty and fairness and watched you leave her room to move towards yours.
When you stood in front of it and inserted the keys inside the classic glass door that recited your name and your job, a ringing voice reached you.
“Miss (S/N), good morning. How are you today?”
You warned the bank manager to join you as you untangled yourself with the lock without then looking up at her.
“Oh, beautifully, director. I think nothing can ruin this day.”
Finally the door opened and with a wide smile you entered, still turning your back on the woman and quickly advancing towards your desk.
“Well, that's a good thing. So our new intern will have the pleasure of getting to know your quiet side.” The woman chuckled.
You sat on the leather chair with a sigh of pleasure and finally your gaze turned in the direction of your superior.
Your fingers instinctively tightened on the two armrests as your head began to fill with steam, which you were sure would come out of your ears at one moment or another.
“I'm Sebastian Michaelis, the new intern. It will be a real pleasure to assist you.”
And he stretched his right hand over the desk as a purple flash shone in the depths of his red eyes.
The director was watching you morbidly, as if expecting the same friendliness and, although shocked, you let common sense guide you to shake the hand of the devil who had followed you to work.
“V-Very pleasure, Mr. Michaelis. Yes, I'm sure it will be an excellent experience.” And you tried to hold it with all the force that your human body was able to pull out. But he only smiled in response.
“Well. Sebastian ... I can call you Sebastian, can't I?” the director corrected immediately, touching the man's arm with an unnatural flirtatious air that you would never have expected from her.
“But of course, it's a privilege for me.” He replied making the bile rise in your throat. Had that bastard really used that kind of skills to get in there?
“(Y / N) will help you with all the paperwork and then you will depend a little on her decisions.” And the hand wandered on the demon's back in a clear caress. “And mine, of course.”
After another couple of exchanges, the manager convinced herself to leave your office and you followed her to close the door and quickly turn to the demon.
“Are you serious?” you hissed, to prevent anyone in the other rooms from hearing.
The apparent man ran a hand through his hair, pulling a lock in front of his eyes. At that moment he was wearing a classic suit with a jacket and tie and you tried not to think about how good he could be in those clothes.
“Well, you didn't really think I'd leave you unprotected, miss” The devil replied, with the most innocent air he managed to gather.
You clenched your skirt in a fist that could have penetrated even the flesh of your palms with tension.
“Protection? This is control. You also want to check me out of the house!”
You felt your breathing reach the limit as you entered hyperventilation. You couldn't believe it, you didn't have room. They were quickly closing you in a box.
You brought a hand to your throat, trying to recover the air that you hadn’t been able to collect to oxygenate your brain and think of a solution.
“Miss, are you all right?”
When his cadaveric hand reached your face panic gripped your mind and, before I realized it, a strong backhand hit the demon's cheek, taking him by surprise and causing him to withdraw his hand.
“Don’t touch me!”
Your voice rose a couple of octaves but you quickly regained control, looking around to notice that no one had seen or listened to your outburst.
You didn't know what was wrong with you but seeing that flash of freedom being ripped off made you uncontrollable for a couple of minutes.
“Why? Why are you doing this to me? I just helped you...” you couldn't understand that surreal situation. It wasn’t possible that your perfect life had been ruined by a single good gesture from you.
It wasn't fair, was it?
“You can't understand, miss.” Sebastian replied, still pushing one hand towards your shoulder and squeezing it slightly as if to comfort you.
Being close to the window, the demon's red eyes lit up as soon as he saw that unmistakable red helmet and black motorcycle suit under the building.
The figure seemed to be answering something on cell phone and after a last look around it resumed its journey, making the vehicle roar.
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The Crazy Kind--Patrick Hockstetter
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Summary: The journey of you and Patrick Hockstetter inspired by Him & I by Halsey and G-Eazy.
Warnings: Patrick is a warning, cursing, bullying, hints of killing
Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,715
A/N: This wasn’t requested, but when I asked for it, a lot of people did as well, so I thought I’d go ahead and do it. Plus, I’ve been soooo burnt out with Billy, and craving the Bowers Gang. This is my first time writing about Patrick, and it’s really long, and very loosely follows the song. Like I don’t even know where this went. I can probably do a part two with this?
Ever since you could remember, it had always been you and Patrick Hockstetter against the world. Against his family, the Bowers Gang, the killer clown of ‘86. No matter what happened, you and him would always come out on top.
You first became friends when you started kindergarten. Patrick wasn’t talking to any of the kids, while you were talking to too many of the kids. You wanted a friend, you’d always wanted a friend. Growing up, your first 4 years of life, nobody was interested in you. You were too smart for them, too interested in how life worked, while they were too interested in imaginary things. So when you walked up to the raven-haired boy sitting in the far back of the reading-rug, you were ready to give up on ever having a friend.
You sat yourself beside him, not saying a single thing. You didn’t even know his name, and he didn’t know yours. The teacher began reading, Where the Wild Things Are, while you held your knees to your chest with a pout. Your (h/c) hair was in a loose ponytail (it had been in a tight one, but one of the boys hadn’t liked the fact that you tried correcting his spelling, so he tugged at it earlier), and you were desperately trying to keep yourself from crying. You’d already read Where the Wild Things Are before, so it was hard to keep yourself focused on the story and not the day’s horrible events.
Suddenly however, a small hand came up to your ponytail, and tugged on it, again. But it wasn’t as harsh as the boy earlier in the day, it was gentle, and more directed to the band holding your hair together than the hair itself. You whipped your head around, your now-free hair flying around you. The raven haired boy beside you had your purple hair-tie around his wrist, and was staring directly at you, as if he had done nothing wrong.
“I like purple. It’s my favorite color,” he explained, as though it were to justify his actions. His legs were spread out in front of him, taking up two colored squares instead of the one they were allowed to take up. And now that you were looking, he was sitting on the purple section- as were you.
“Yeah, well it’s mine too. And it’s my hair-tie! So you best give it back,” you scolded, holding out your hand, expecting him to give it back. The boy shook his head, a mischievous grin forming.
“No thanks. You weren’t even wearing it properly. I think I’m going to keep it,” he grinned, snapping the band on his wrist. You had had it. Tears began to form in your eyes, your lip starting to quiver. But you weren’t going to cry, you weren’t. You needed to stay calm and collected, keep your composure.
“That’s because Tommy was being a jerk! He messed up my hair because he can’t handle being stupid,” you said to him, trying to keep your voice down so your teacher wouldn’t over-hear your conversation. You didn’t want to get in trouble. The little boy’s eyebrows rose, his grin dropping.
“How is he stupid?” he questioned, spreading out his legs so they formed a ‘V’.
“He spelled ‘lightbulb’ wrong. He spelled it ‘l i t e’ instead of ‘l i g h t’,” you informed him, glaring at the back of Tommy’s head, who sat closer to the front.
“What an idiot,” the little boy scoffed, matching your glare. He moved his gaze back over to you, finally noticing the unshed tears, splotchy cheeks, and quivering lip. “Lemme fix your hair,” he offered, patting the spot in between his legs.
“You’re a boy, you don’t know how to do my hair,” you frowned, narrowing your eyes at him. “My mommy barely knows how to do it.”
“Then your mommy’s an idiot too. Now come here before I keep this forever and ever,” he said again, hitting the rug more forcefully. You quickly looked up, making sure your teacher wasn’t paying attention before crawling between his legs.
“I’m (Y/N),” you said, as you sat down, your legs out in front of you as well. They weren’t as long as his, and he was an inch or so taller than you. His pale hands gathered your hair together, pulling the messy strands out of your face and to the back.
“I’m Patrick. Patrick Hockstetter,” he told you, carefully pulling your hair into its original ponytail.
A year or so later, Patrick told you about his baby brother, Avery. Avery was annoying; he was always crying, or throwing his food across the table, or bothering you and Patrick. You didn’t like him- but then again, you didn’t like babies at all.
But Patrick felt differently about Avery, a way a 5 year old shouldn’t.
“I’m telling you, (Y/N/N), he’s going to ruin things,” Patrick grumbled, sitting across from you in his room. You were both coloring (or at least you were coloring, Patrick was just trying to mess up your drawing), while Avery slept in his room and Patrick’s parents made dinner downstairs.
“Well duh, he always ruins things,” you said to him, pausing your coloring to look up at him confused. “Remember my homework paper about the spaceships? He tore that to pieces.”
“Not like that!” Patrick yelled, sitting up and shoving the crayons off of your paper. “He’s going to ruin me. My life, how I run things. He’s going to replace me, push me out of this world. He’s trying to take over,” he explained, balling his hands into fists.
“That was rude,” you huffed, sitting up yourself and closing your coloring book. “Nobody can replace you, Patrick. You’re too stubborn. Too different. I won’t let him replace you,” you declared, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. “Besides, he’s just a baby. He can’t even push you yet.”
“So I have to get rid of him before he can,” Patrick suddenly said, standing up. You blinked a few times, confused.
“Wha-”
“Don’t you see? He’s only a baby, you’re right. So he hasn’t had time to become a real mortal yet, which means I have time. But if I wait, I’ll be replaced. I won’t be real anymore. You won’t be real anymore. He’ll take me away, get rid of me. You’ll never see me again, (Y/N),” Patrick said quickly, grabbing your shoulders and trying to pull you up. You stood, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Don’t say that, ‘Trick. Don’t say those things,” you demanded, punching him in the shoulder. “We’re gonna be friends forever. I told you that. Your stupid baby brother isn’t going to take you away from me.”
“Then we have to take him away,” Patrick said, holding onto your shoulders. He looked down at you, his grey eyes filled with determination.
“I… I… I don’t know, Patrick… what if we get caught?” you hesitated, rubbing your hands together nervously.
“Then we go down together. Besides, we’re just little kids, they won’t get mad at us,” he said, a smirk slowly lifting to his face. “You don’t wanna be without me, right? This is the only way.”
“Okay.”
A week later, at Avery’s funeral, you and Patrick stood hand-in-hand. Everybody was dressed in all black, suits and tie, including you and Patrick. You had on a small black dress, with fake flowers pinned in your hair. Patrick had his black tux on, but he had been messing with it so much, that it was wrinkled and unravelled.
“See?” he whispered in your ear at the end, as everyone began to place roses on the casket. “Now nobody can take me away from you.”
Henry Bowers approached Patrick in 8th grade about joining his little gang. He liked how ruthless the taller boy was, how sadistic he was and how he didn’t care what anyone else thought of him. But Henry didn’t mention you.
After school, Patrick found himself sprawled across your bed, watching you carefully. You were looking at your homework, he didn’t know what subject, furiously writing things down in your notebook. Your (h/c) hair was resting over your shoulder, your hand half-way carded through it, fingers tugging at the strands. He’d always loved your hair: the way it felt between his fingers when you’d let him braid it or pull it into a ponytail, the way you’d mindlessly run your hands through it when you were frustrated, or the way it would stick to your lips when they were coated in lip gloss.
“You’re out of it, ‘Trick. I can sense it, what’s going on?” you finally spoke up, dropping the pencil from your hand and tilting your head to look at him. You always knew when something was wrong, and he hated it. Absolutely hated it.
“Nothing, twerp. Go back to your work,” he huffed, glaring at you now. He didn’t want to tell you that a group of boys wanted him to be their new gang bang buddy. He didn’t want to see the look on your face and deal with the emotions.
“Cute,” you snarled, moving yourself to lay beside him, despite what he said. “This about Bowers and his fuck squad?” you questioned, propping yourself on your elbow.
“How the fuck did you find out about that?” he asked in astonishment, sitting up and looking back at you.
“Word spreads quick, you know that. Especially if the Bowers Gang is interested in someone joining their gang,” you explained, keeping your expression neutral. Patrick stayed silent, continuing to stare you down. “I can join the group too. Just ‘cause I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m weak,” you snapped, glaring at him.
Patrick rolled his eyes, stifling a laugh. “I’m well aware of that, soldier. You’re fucking crazy is what you are.”
“You’re one to talk! Half of your crap is in my pencil bag because of your little habit,” you ridiculed, sitting up.
“I never said I wasn’t. I’m out of my fucking head, doll face,” he laughed, poking your scrunched up nose.
“Patrick, they can’t break us up. I’d go crazy without you,” you whined, looking at him sadly.
“Didn’t realize we were a thing,” he snickered, watching as your face heated up.
“I didn’t mean it like that! ‘Together ‘til the end of time’, remember? We made that promise in kindergarten. Don’t go breaking that shit now, Hockstetter. Or you’ll fucking regret,” you warned, your voice filled venom. Something sparked within Patrick, an electricity shooting from his heart down to his crotch at the tone in your voice.
“Yeah?” he smirked, his voice dark as he slowly dragged his eyes over you. “What if I wanted you to mean it like that, huh?” he hummed, licking his lips. You were taken back, but your (e/c) eyes narrowed, as you matched his smirk.
“I’d say ‘finally’,” you grinned, and in an instant, Patrick’s lanky body was covering yours, pressing you into the mattress. His lips were on yours, and the kiss was messy. You hadn’t kissed anyone before, but Patrick had had plenty of ‘middle school flings’, so he was more experienced than you.
“Stubborn bitch,” Patrick breathed, after pulling away. There was no harshness beneath his words, only a devilish grin. “Guess Bowers is gettin’ the both of us.”
It was the summer of 1986 and kids were missing left and right. Rumors went around that it was you and the gang, but it was just childish bullshit. You and Patrick were 15, and had been a couple for about 2 years. There wasn’t a single person in Derry who didn’t know about the two of you, or the Bowers Gang. The Gang had gotten progressively worse since middle school, and you noticed almost immediately the way Henry and Patrick brought out the worst in each other. A sociopath and a psychopath together were never destined for greatness.
You were all on the Kissing Bridge, the boys tormenting the new kid, Ben Hansom, while you leaned against Belch’s Trans Am. You rarely participated in the torments, you were usually put on look-out for adults, teachers, or the cops (in particular, Henry’s dad), while the boys did their thing. But lately, Henry’s been taking it too far. Vic had come to talk to you about it, since he knew you wouldn’t make fun of him for his concern, or betray him and inform Henry. You agreed with him, but the two of you didn’t say anything to the others, or to Henry; you just let him continue down his path.
Henry was carving an ‘H’ into Ben’s stomach, as you watched with disinterest. The kid would have a scar, and most likely an infection, but you didn’t care. Hanging out with the gang, and growing up with Patrick, muted your sympathy and concern for others. Suddenly though, Henry began to yell.
“Shut up! I’m gonna carve my whole name into this cottage cheese!” he screamed, holding his knife up between Ben and Belch. Patrick turned around momentarily to give you a toothy grin, but as he did, Ben had lifted his foot and kicked Henry in the groin, propelling himself backwards and off of the bridge.
“Fuck,” you moaned to yourself, running forwards while Henry began to scream and yell, about how he was going to kill the kid. The boys jumped over the ledge, you following quickly. You all tumbled down the hill, you and Vic managing to keep your balance since you were the last two and the lightest.
Henry sent Patrick and Belch to go find Ben, while you and Vic stayed behind, helping Henry search for his knife. You weren’t able to say anything to Patrick, he was already gone by the time you reached the forest floor, but you weren’t worried about it. He’d come back, pissin’ and moanin’ about doing Henry’s dirty work.
But Patrick didn’t come back. You waited, and waited. You forced the others to wait too, getting into a full-on screaming match with Henry about it. Finally though, it had reached 9 o’clock, and you knew you couldn��t wait any longer. So you shoved yourself in the back seat, jaw clenched and nails digging into your forearm.
When you told Patrick’s mom that he hadn’t come back from using the bathroom in the woods, she didn’t seem phased. There was almost a hint of relief in her eyes, and that's when you knew you were on your own. You printed the missing person posters, using a candid photo you had taken of him at the beginning of the year, and put them up all over town. Vic and Belch helped out, driving you around, and threatening shop owners into putting the flyers up. You were slowly feeling something in yourself leaving. You couldn’t tell what it was, but it was getting harder and harder to hold on. Every little thing was pissing you off, and you couldn’t even control your temper around Vic anymore. But your breaking point was Henry. It was always Henry.
“Would you quit moping around, (Y/L/N)?” Henry had snapped finally, about a week after Patrick had disappeared. You had refused to go inside his house and get more beers for the gang, telling him that he had his own legs, he could get them himself.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Bowers,” you snapped, jumping off the hood of the Trans Am and stalking towards him.
“Oh shove it. He probably saw some other bitch with her skirt up, and decided she’d be a good fuck for the week. He’ll be back before you know it,” Henry huffed, his hands clenching around the silver gun in his hand. Ever since he had lost the knife, he had taken up his father’s stolen gun. “In the meantime,” he said slowly, walking closer to you, “you can bang me all you want. I’ll help you forgot about the freak,” he cooed, his fingers curling around the ends of your hair.
Before you could process what was happening, you had reached your hand out and grabbed ahold of his fingers, pushing them back until a ‘snap’ filled the air, followed by his screams. “Patrick wouldn’t do that,” you seethed, holding onto his fingers as his knees buckled. “He’s the only one who gets me, and I’m the only who gets him. No way in hell would I let your dick come near me,” you snarled, and finally let go of his fingers, letting him drop to the grass. Belch and Vic watched in horror, unmoving. You turned on your heel and stormed down the dirt driveway, officially on your own.
As you had been on your way home, you had passed the old house on Neibolt street. But this time, there were bikes outside of it, and a group of kids on the porch. The Losers.
“Hey! What the hell are you idiots doing?” you called out, walking up to the gate. All of their heads turned to you, eyes wide with fear. Whether it was fear of you, or the house, you couldn’t tell. None of them answered you, instead they all shared glances amongst one another. “I know one of you has a speech impediment, but I didn’t realize you all did,” you huffed, pushing the gate forward and walking inside.
“Where’s your gang?” Stan Uris called out, his hand gripping the banister. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.
“Left ‘em. I thought it was a ride or die thing, but I guess that only applies to me and ‘Trick. Nobody cares that he’s gone, and I couldn’t take it anymore,” you said truthfully, shrugging your shoulders. Beverly Marsh’s eyes widened slowly, her mouth slightly opened.
“Patrick Hockstetter?” she asked slowly. “Your boyfriend?”
“Yeah. Tall, black hair, smiles too much. You all know him,” you confirmed, nodding your head. You could see a hint of sadness, almost sympathy, behind her eyes, but you couldn’t tell why.
“W-w-we know w-where he i-i-is,” Bill Denbrough said suddenly, and the entire Losers Club snapped their attention towards him in betrayal. In a second you were in front of the group, holding Bill by the front of his shirt.
“Where the fuck is he, Denbrough? How long have you known where he is? Is he okay? Did you do something to him?” you fired off, pressing his back against the edge of the bannister.
“Woah! Hold on, let him go! He didn’t do anything,” Mike Hanlon said desperately, reaching up to tug at your sleeve. You looked between the two before slowly lowering Bill back down. “He’s in there… sort of. It’s complicated, and confusing, and you probably won’t believe us,” Mike said, wringing his hands.
“Try me,” you snapped.
“We will if you calm down, Bonnie,” Richie Tozier shot back, and you glared at him and his reference of ‘Bonnie and Clyde’.
The Club then went on to explain to you about this killer clown, Pennywise, and how It had been responsible for taking all the kids. Some of the kids were still alive, while others had already been killed- or eaten in this case. They weren’t sure if Patrick was alive or not, but they knew where he was.
“It isn’t capable of killing Patrick,” you said before they could finish. They looked at you sadly, as if you were in-denial. “No, listen. Patrick has solipsism. He doesn’t believe in anything, or anyone, other than himself. He isn’t scared of anything, therefore the clown can’t manifest itself into something. He thinks leeches are disgusting, and that zombies are weird, but nothing has ever scared him, and he thinks that he’s the only real thing in the world. Patrick is still alive,” you explained to them.
“I didn’t think he could get any creeper,” Eddie Kaspbrack spoke up, shaking his head. “Does that mean you’ll help us?”
“Yeah, hurry up, let’s go.”
That night, after you had saved Patrick and the Losers and gotten rid of It for the time being, was different than all the others. Patrick was in your room, sitting on the edge of your bed with his elbows digging into his knees. He was shirtless and you could see cuts and bruises everywhere now that you had cleaned him off. Your parents were asleep by the time you had gotten back, and you knew better than to bring him to his own house. He was better off with you for the night. You sat behind him, your legs draped beside him with your arms wrapped around his torso and your lips pressed to his shoulder.
“It wasn’t real,” he said softly, for the upteenth time that night. He had been whispering it occasionally, as if it was a reminder to himself. His palms were pressed against his eyelids, as he silently chanted the phrase to himself.
“It wasn’t real,” you agreed, for the first time. You hadn’t responded before, simply allowing him to cope. You didn’t know what to say- It was real, and he had been taken, and those kids had died. But then again, to Patrick, nothing was real. Patrick stopped his chanting, slowly dropping his hands. He turned his head, looking at you for the first time since you left the sewers. “It wasn’t real, ‘Trick.”
“It wasn’t real,” he said again, more confidently, and nodding his head. He pushed your body back, forcing you to lay down on the bed. He laid on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “I’m real,” he told you, kissing your neck gently.
“You’re real. You’re alive. You’re safe,” you nodded, rubbing your hand up and down his bare back, the other running through his damp hair.
“(Y/N)...” he spoke, lifting his head so he could look down at you. You looked back up at him, reaching up to tuck a strand of raven hair out of his face. “You’re real too,” he admitted. Your eyes widened, your hand freezing against his cheek.
“Yeah?” you laughed breathlessly, smiling. Patrick nodded, but he didn’t return the smile. “That’s good to know, babe. You and I will be real together. The crazy kind, okay?”
“Okay.”
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