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muiitoloko · 3 months

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Title: Not early riser

Summary: Alan Rickman reluctantly rises for an early day of filming "Gambit".

Warning: none

Pairing: Alan Rickman × fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.376

Alan grumbled, burying his head further into the pillow as You persistently tried to wake him. The warmth of the bed and the enticing allure of continued sleep were strong temptations for the seasoned actor, who was never one to embrace early mornings.

"You, darling, need to get up," You urged, your voice a gentle yet insistent melody.

Alan's baritone voice mumbled a protest. "Can't a man enjoy a bit more beauty sleep? I'm not as young as I used to be, you know."

But You, undeterred, reminded him of the impending obligations. "You have filming today, Al. 'Gambit' won't wait, and you wouldn't want to keep the entire crew waiting, would you?"

Alan grumbled more, a playful frown forming on his face. "They can wait a bit. It's not like the world will end if Severus Snape is fashionably late."

You chuckled, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Alan's forehead. "You're not Severus Snape today, darling. You're Lionel Shabandar, and Lionel needs to meet the world on time."

With a theatrical sigh, Alan finally relented, albeit with a hint of drama. "Fine, fine. But I reserve the right to complain about the early hour throughout the day."

As Alan begrudgingly got out of bed, You couldn't help but admire the charm that accompanied your husband's theatrical grumbling. His voice, even in the midst of sleepy protests, carried a certain allure that had initially captivated you—a charm that extended beyond the silver screen.

While Alan prepared for his day of filming, You continued to play the role of the persistent motivator, making sure he had everything he needed and gently encouraging him to embrace the day ahead.

In the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Alan, now a bit more awake, couldn't resist the tempting scent. As he sipped his coffee, You seized the opportunity to remind him of the excitement surrounding the movie.

"Gambit" was a project Alan had eagerly taken on, bringing his seasoned talent to the big screen once again. The storyline, the cast, and the anticipation of fans added a spark of enthusiasm to the morning routine.

As Alan finished his coffee, he couldn't help but appreciate your role not just as a motivator but as the steady force behind the scenes. Your support was a grounding influence in the whirlwind of his acting career.

With a sigh and a final adjustment to his tie, Alan was ready to face the day. You, proud of your husband's commitment, walked him to the door, offering a goodbye kiss with a hint of playfulness.

"Make Severus Snape proud, my love," you teased.

Alan, adopting a theatrical tone, replied, "Always, my dear. After all, he's just a bit more reluctant to admit it."

As Alan left for the set of "Gambit," you couldn't help but smile at the man who effortlessly brought characters to life both on and off the screen. In the quiet moments that followed, you took a moment to reflect on the unique blend of charm, talent, and love that defined your life with Alan Rickman.

Hours later, Alan returned home, the day's exhaustion evident on his face. The enticing aroma of a freshly baked pie greeted him as he entered the house. You, noticing his hunger, knew exactly what he needed.

As Alan made a beeline for the kitchen, his eyes fixated on the cooling pie on the counter. The idea of indulging in a warm, delicious slice crossed his mind. However, before he could make a move, You intercepted, hands on your hips, a playful warning in your eyes.

"Don't even think about it, Mr. Rickman," you declared, your tone firm yet teasing. "It's hot, and you need to wait."

Alan, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, complained about his hunger. "But, my love, I'm starving. That pie is calling my name."

You, unyielding, raised an eyebrow. "Did you not have lunch at the studio?"

Alan chuckled, knowing he was caught in the act. "Well, you know how it is on set. I like to let everyone eat first. Besides, I was saving room for your delicious creations."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You're impossible, Al. A little patience won't hurt you. Now, I made some sandwiches for you. Eat those, and the pie will be all yours once it cools down."

Alan made a theatrical pout, crossing his arms. "You're an evil woman, denying me the pleasure of diving into that heavenly pie right away."

You couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics. "Evil or not, you'll thank me when you savor every bite of that pie without burning your tongue. Now, eat your sandwiches, my hungry actor."

Alan, still grumbling but with a twinkle in his eyes, conceded and reached for the sandwiches. As he savored the homemade goodness, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The little everyday moments, whether it was waking him up for a film shoot or teasing him about pies, added a touch of magic to your lives.

In between bites, Alan mumbled, "You're a genius in the kitchen, my love. But I still think you're a bit evil for making me wait."

You chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Consider it a test of your patience, dear. Now, enjoy those sandwiches. The pie will be worth the wait."

As you shared a quiet moment in the kitchen, the warmth of your love and the aroma of good food filled the air, creating a simple yet perfect scene in the story of Alan and You.

Alan savored the sandwiches you prepared, his hunger gradually subsiding. As he indulged in the homemade goodness, you picked up a fresh apple and started slicing it with careful precision. Aware of your husband's penchant for hearty meals, you couldn't resist teasing him about the day's filming.

"So, how was the scene today?" You asked with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Alan, taking a bite of his sandwich, chuckled. "Oh, the usual. Today, they had me filming a scene where I had to be, well, let's say, in my birthday suit."

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes widening in playful disbelief. "Naked? You, my dear heartthrob husband, were naked on set?"

Alan nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Indeed, I was. It's all part of the job, you know."

You laughed, imagining the reactions of those on set. "I can just picture it. Some ladies must have fainted at the sight of Alan Rickman in the buff. The heartthrob strikes again!"

Alan snorted, still not entirely convinced of his heartthrob status. "I highly doubt that, but it did add an interesting twist to the day. At least, I hope it won't end up on the cutting room floor."

You, handing him a neatly sliced apple, winked. "Well, if it does, at least you'll have a few fans swooning over your daring performance. Who knew Severus Snape had such exhibitionist tendencies?"

Alan chuckled, taking a bite of the apple. "Severus would probably disapprove, but Lionel Shabandar might secretly enjoy the attention."

As you bantered about the day's filming, Alan couldn't help but appreciate the lightness that he brought into your lives. Even in the midst of a busy acting career, he found a way to embrace humor and playfulness.

"So, how's my heartthrob feeling now?" You teased, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

Alan, a twinkle in his eyes, replied, "Well, a bit exposed, but nothing I can't handle. Now, let's change the subject before you start imagining me in every movie scene in the buff."

You both laughed, enjoying the camaraderie that came so effortlessly in your relationship. The aroma of the tempting pie lingered in the air, a promise of sweetness to end the day.

As you continued to chat about the mundane and the extraordinary, Alan couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the person who added flavor to his life, both in the kitchen and beyond.

"By the way," Alan began, finishing the last slice of apple, "that pie has been taunting me since I got home. Any chance it's ready for consumption?"

You grinned, your eyes sparkling. "You've earned it, Mr. Heartthrob. Let's see if the pie lives up to your expectations."

#alan rickman #severus snape #lionel shabandar #gambit 2012 #alan rickman x reader #reader #hollywood #actor

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smilingformoney · 18 days

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every lionel moment ever (73/73)

#alan rickman #arickmanedit #lionel shabandar #lionelshabandaredit #gambit 2012 #gambitedit #film #filmedit #alllionel

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starry-eyesanddaydreams · 3 months

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NSFW Alphabet - Lionel Shabandar

Alright, buckle up. This is the dirtiest one yet. Time for some fun with Lionel "Sexy bastard" Shabandar.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Although he has a cold reputation, with you he’s actually very affectionate and caring. Your play can get quite kinky and he's very attentive to your aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make sure you eat and drink something, hold you as you fall asleep to make sure you feel safe and secure.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, he likes his legs. Years of horseback riding have given him quite strong, solid legs, which he's happy about. On you, he really likes your back and shoulders. The way you stand, the confident way you hold your shoulders and the line and curve of your spine really does something for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's more the cum inside you kind, but he'll also come on your breasts or back if he's feeling particularly possessive.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He fantasises about having you on the desk in his office.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Handsome, successful, confident man like him? He's had plenty of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggie style. And he likes being able to hold onto your hips and pull your hair a bit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Foreplay can be playful, but when you get to actual sex he's much more intense.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his personal grooming but isn't overly fussed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not overly romantic in the mushy sense, but he has a way about him that makes you feel adored and special.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When you can't be with him, and he needs to take the edge off.

K = Kink

He's very much a dom. He loves taking control, edging or overstimulating you till you’re a wrung out mess. Some light pet play. You surprised him once by wearing cats ears and a cat tail plug and he basically devoured you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed, where he can really take his time. He also has a thing for taking you against the wall or on the floor of his private gallery. Also the back of his car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your confidence. Like when you go with him to an event, dressed so beautifully and standing proudly beside him, his lioness. He could watch you work the room all evening and then pull you into his arms the moment you get into the car.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't do anything that would permanently mark your skin. He's not about to damage his favourite artwork. Also, he's a good dom, so he won't cross your limits or make you uncomfortable. You have safe words, and he would never do anything to hurt or upset you or harm your trust.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving and receiving. Back to those dom tendencies. Having you on your knees between his thighs with his hand tangled in your hair. Likewise, eating you out is a perfect way to keep you on edge and make you beg.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It's a mix. A quickie will be rough and fast, but most times he'll start off slow until you're good and needy and begging to cum.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You both have your careers to attend to, sometimes you have to make the most of the time you have.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's confident and experienced, so he knows what he likes. But he's willing to experiment if it's something you're interested in too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a couple of rounds a night. He usually likes to draw out the pleasure for both of you and it leaves you both tired and satiated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's got a far selection of toys and items. His favourites being a set of padded wrist and ankle cuffs, and a remote-control vibrator so he can tease you from a distance.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease and drive you crazy. One time, before going to a gala with him, he slid that vibrator inside you and kept the remote in his pocket, so he could keep you on edge all night. You held yourself together until you got home and begged him to let you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty vocal. Moans, grunts, growls and curses.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

For all his life is rich and extravagant, with you he finds even the simplest things attractive and appealing. Like the first time he spent the night at your place and in the morning, he saw you making coffee, wearing just your panties and his button up shirt. And he thought you were the most gorgeous, enticing being he'd ever seen, and you ended up making out on the kitchen counter.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His BDE is there for a reason. He's hung like a horse.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. He wants you as often as he can have you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's awake for a while afterwards. He's got to take care of you first and make sure you're cared for properly. And after you've fallen asleep in his arms, he'll listen to your breathing and the feel of your heartbeat. It helps his mind clear before he starts to fall asleep himself.

#lionel shabandar #lionel shabandar x reader #I gotta write more for him #He's fun #n s f w alphabet #Gambit #He's giving kinky soft dom

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vulnus-sanare · 4 months

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Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Gambit (2012)

#COINCIDENCE?#I THINK NOT!#alan rickman #sense and sensibility #colonel brandon #gambit #lionel shabandar #my gifs i'm so proud #my content

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meier-mar · 1 year

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Alan Rickman - Gambit

#alan rickman #lionel shabandar

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monster-energies · 3 years

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𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎

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welcome to my main page, my name is yarah. where you can stop by and take a look around !! i do hope you stay 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

i am a writer, so you’ll be expecting a lot of fanfic and a heck load of simping 😼

scrolling down will lead you to my masterlist, these are the fics that i have currently posted on here and on ao3, please have a look and support my writing 💞

i will put a key here to indicate what kind of fanfic you’ll be reading please read my warnings before you read my fics:

🌻 - fluff

🌼 - gen/general 🥀 - angst 🌷 - smut

ℹ - implied

my🌻 ao3 are as follows: zawarudos ( for more jojo’s bizarre adventure based fics ) and, monsterenergies ( for multifandom fics i choose to post or not post on here )

to see what i will be currently writing please click or tap on the flower ( 🌼 ) this will lead you to the writing space

if you would like to submit a request please click or tap on the stars ( ✨ ) the requests page, to know when my requests are open or closed, attached with a google form you can fill out

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NOTE: all of the writing you read and the covers and art belong to me. please don’t steal and claim it as your own.

i hope you enjoy having a look 💕

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severus snape x reader oneshots

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🌻1. please be mine - ao3 | tumblr ( published: 14.09.2021 )

🌻2. hold onto that feeling - ao3 | tumblr ( published 15.09.2021 )*

🌻3. love me, if thats what you wanna do - ao3 | tumblr ( published 20.09.2021 )

🌻🥀4. dawn is a feeling - ao3 | tumblr ( published 27.09.2021 )*

🌻🥀5. whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you - ao3 | tumblr ( published 16.11.2021 )

🌻6. anything but ordinary - ao3 | tumblr ( published 30.11.2021 )

🌻7. blue skies are on the horizon for you - ao3 | tumblr ( published 06.12.2021 )

🌻8. be my birthday date if you may - ao3 | tumblr ( published 31.12.2021 )

🌻🥀9. a land of infinite wonders, a billion lightyears from here now - ao3 | tumblr ( published 09.01.2022 )

🌻10. if you want blood, you got it - ao3 | tumblr ( published 22.01.2022 )

🌻🥀🌷11. you’ll have me sooner than you know it - ao3 | tumblr ( published 10.02.2022 )

🌷12. this is the face of someone who loves you - ao3 | tumblr ( published 05.04.2022 )

🥀🌻 13. i’ve got to get better, and maybe we’ll work it out - ao3 | tumblr ( published 03.07.2022 )

🥀🌻 🌼 14. you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own - ao3 | tumblr ( published 31.08.2022 )

🌻15. always a woman - ao3 | tumblr ( published 9.03.2023 )

*note: oneshots 2 and 4 used to be apart of a series formerly called muggle misadventures but this has now been discontinued and are both standalone oneshots

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other

this section is for miscellaneous fanfics i have published, the character and fandom will be stated when necessary

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🌻🌼1. lionel shabandar/reader - you, me and these neon lights - ao3 | tumblr ( published 08.11.2021 )

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WRITING EVENTS

this section here is for all the of the writing events i have participated in.

snapetober 2021

this is my participation in @sxvxrxssnape‘s snapetober month 2021. for the whole of october, i wrote a oneshot every day for a month with a list of prompts. if you are searching for my snapetober book on ao3, it is under the title severus’ tale.

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severus’ tale - ao3 ( published 01.10.2021 )

STATUS: COMPLETE

overall word count: 101,853

🌻🌼 prompt 1: autumn - title: fridays will always be better than sundays | tumblr ( published 01.10.2021 )

🌻🥀 prompt 2: “you have to let go” - title: letters ive written, never meaning to send. because i love you | tumblr ( published 02.10.2021 )

🌻 prompt 3: pumpkin carving - title: floral and fading | tumblr ( published 03.10.2021 )

🥀 prompt 4: regret - title: don’t you feel small | tumblr ( published 04.10.2021 )

🌻 prompt 5: apple orchard - title: love at first feel | tumblr ( published 05.10.2021 )

🌻🥀 prompt 6: hostage/trapped - title: you almost made it through the fall | tumblr ( published 06.10.2021 )

🌻 ( ℹ 🌷+ 🥀 ) prompt 7: potions - title: hands all over | tumblr ( published 07.10.2021 )

🌻🥀 prompt 8: emptiness - title: do you know what i’m seeing ? | tumblr ( published 08.10.2021 )

🌻🥀 prompt 9: old books - title: when you’re without love | tumblr ( published 09.10.2021 )

🌻 prompt 10: misunderstandings - title: time alone with you | tumblr ( published 10.10.2021 )

🌻 prompt 11: old friends - title: childhood’s end | tumblr ( published 11.10.2021 )

🌻🥀 prompt 12: alone - title: you deserve this | tumblr ( published 12.10.2021 )

🌻 ( ℹ + 🥀 ) prompt 13: spell casting - title: the spelling rules | tumblr ( published 13.10.2021 )

🌻🥀 prompt 14: cursed - title: she said you were a hero, you played the part | tumblr ( published: 14.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 15: ghosts - title: an ode to my family | tumblr ( published: 15.10.2021 )

🌻 ( ℹ + 🥀) prompt 16: “i’ve got you” - title: the things we do for love | tumblr ( published: 16.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 17: witching hour - title: strange phenomena | tumblr ( published 17.10.2021 )

🥀prompt 18: (no) mercy - title: i’ve never been so torn up in all of my life, i should have seen this coming | tumblr ( published 18.10.2021 )

🌻🥀prompt 19: headstone - title: all my daughters | tumblr ( published 19.10.2021 )

🥀prompt 20: night terrors - title: broken pieces shine | tumblr ( published 20.10.2021 )

🌻 ( ℹ +🥀 ) prompt 21: contemplation - title: i can hear this beat, it fills my head up and gets louder and louder | tumblr ( published 21.10.2021 )

🌻 ( ℹ +🌷 ) prompt 22: touch starved - title: i really should be holding you, loving you | tumblr ( published 22.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 23: vampire/bats - title: can we fly, can we fly away | tumblr ( published 23.10.2021 )

🥀prompt 24: fears - title: welcome to the panic room, where all your darkest fears are gonna come for you | tumblr ( published 24.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 25: rainy evening - title: its our time now if you want it to be | tumblr ( published 25.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 26: “don’t leave me” - title: would you really rush out for me now ? | tumblr ( published 26.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 27: unfinished business - title: you are love | tumblr ( published 27.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 28: flashback - title: it’s all coming back to me now | tumblr ( published 28.10.2021 )

🌻🌼prompt 29: costume - title: where did the party go | tumblr ( published 29.10.2021 )

🥀prompt 30: “how could you do this?” - title: you’re the only thing that’s keeping me alive | tumblr ( published 30.10.2021 )

🌻prompt 31: halloween party - title: we are the kids from yesterday | tumblr ( published 31.10.2021 )

#multifandom #multifandom fanfiction #masterlist #harry potter #severus snape #pro severus snape #professor snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape imagine #severus x you #professor snape x reader #snapedom #pro snape #alan rickman #rickmaniac #alan sidney patrick rickman #lionel shabandar x reader #lionel shabandar #lionel shabandar x female reader

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rickmandowneyjr · 3 years

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omg a request for a one shot!! imagine being lionel shabandar’s main competitor in business and y'all met at a painting auction and getting drunk and he fucked you senseless in his hotel room

Not Too Shabby

Smut, just straight-up smut (18+)

Pairing: Lionel Shabandar x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, degradation (name-calling), age gap

Word count: 2796

A/N: Okay so I might have actually lost it writing this one. Lemme know what you think lol.

Sipping on your whiskey, you were seated at the bar, waiting for the auction to begin. Your hair was gently pulled back into a low, messy bun, with a few loose strands framing your face. You wore a maroon pantsuit, showing off the top of your black, lace bralette under the blazer, as you casually leaned against the counter.

You shut your eyes as you rolled them, as the fourth person in the past half hour approached you. You were just about ready to say that you weren't interested when the person spoke, a small smirk appearing on your lips instead.

"[Y/N]. I see you've found the bar already." The person mused.

"Well, I need something to deal with the headache that comes with having to shoo men away over and over again..." you said, turning to face the man, "Shabby."

As your eyes met his, he raised an eyebrow at the sound of the familiar nickname. He took a seat and you eyed his outfit. He wore a deep red blazer, himself, and it looked great on him.

"Trying to match me, are we?" You teased.

"Please," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I don't need to do that, darling. That's what you're here for," you bit back with a wink.

You were blessed with yet another eye-roll for that comment. You chuckled softly as you took another sip.

"So, which one will you be going after?" He asked.

"I have my eyes on the 'Pendant portraits' by Rembrandt, but don't worry, I'll make sure to chase after whatever you have your eyes on as well," you said, giving him a cheeky grin. "The 'Impression, Sunrise', I presume?"

He rolled his eyes at you as he scoffed, turning to call the bartender, but you didn't miss the smirk he was trying to fight. Lionel Shabandar was a very successful businessman, media tycoon, and art collector. He ruled the industry. Well, until you showed up, at least. In the last three years, you'd grown enough to give Lionel tough competition and had managed to snag some of his clients. Needless to say, you were his biggest rival.

However, unlike his other competitors, Lionel didn't dislike you. No, he was rather fond of you, actually. Not only were you witty and fun to banter with, but also someone who he butt heads with in the industry. The biggest bonus though was that you were an art collector, just like him, which meant that he kept running into you at events like this one.

You talked business for a while, which basically meant that you made snarky remarks in good fun, till the auction started, and you were to take your seats. Walking into the room, you took a seat at a table and Lionel joined you, sitting across from you, facing you. As people began bidding, you showed no interest until the painting you had your eyes on was up.

Though multiple people had their eyes on the piece of art, you won, having bid $180 million, and left everyone shocked. Since Lionel had recently taken an interest in impressionism, he did not participate.

However, when the time came for Lionel to bid, you gave him a run for his money. The whole room fell silent as the bids bounced back and forth between the two of you. Starting at $30 million, Lionel was the first to bid and you outbid him almost instantly. Within the first minute, anyone else interested had dropped out, realising they stood no chance against the two of you. Eventually, Lionel bid a whopping $250 million after your bid of 200. Leaning back in his chair, he folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow at you, and his eyes said it all. 'Your move, darling,' you could almost hear the arrogance in his voice even though he hadn't spoken.

Dropping every single jaw in the room, you announced, "$350 million."

Even Lionel stared at you with a stupefied look, trying to comprehend what you had just done. As the auctioneer called for another bid, Lionel was about to speak up but his breath hitched at the feeling of your bare foot riding up his leg. He widened his eyes at you, causing you to chuckle under your breath. Pressing along his thigh, you stopped at his crotch, gently applying pressure to the small bulge that was forming. He visibly gulped and you took it a step further, stroking him between your toes. Hissing at the sensation, he shut his eyes and you smirked as the man finished announcing, "...going twice, sold! To no. 37, that is, Ms. [L/N]!"

Lionel's eyes snapped open upon hearing that, making him completely aware of his surroundings again. He shot a glare your way as you withdrew your leg, giving him an amused smile. He narrowed his eyes at you and you pouted. Thankfully, that was the last piece, allowing you to get up and leave, Lionel following you closely.

"That wasn't fair, sweetheart," he said.

You turned to face him as you approached the door. "No hard feelings, Shabby," you mused. "Besides, this isn't the first time you've lost an auction. Why so sour?" You teased, turning to exit. He pushed the door shut with one hand, pinning you in between the two. "That wasn't what I was talking about, darling," he said as he moved closer, and you could feel his clothed member pressing into you.

You turned around and placed a hand on his chest, tugging at the collar of his suit jacket, "I take responsibility for my actions. Now, are we going to your hotel room or mine?"

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked at your words. He moved away, opening the door for you. You walked out and the two of you were immediately swarmed by a few paparazzi. The cameras flashed as they clicked pictures and asked you, "How does it feel to be on the Forbes 30 Under 30 list, Ms. [L/N]?"

Lionel leaned in, whispering to you. "I didn't know you made Forbes' list."

"Sure you didn't," you teased, and with a subtle roll of his eyes, he said, "I guess congratulations are in order."

"Don't feel too bad, Shabby. You would've made it too if you weren't so..." you paused, subtly side-eyeing him with a playful smile. "Old," you said.

Placing his hand on the small of your back, he said, "More often than not, my dear, age equals experience." The warmth from where his hand was spread all through you and you could feel yourself getting excited. Neither of you had looked away from the cameras, leaving the paparazzi none-the-wiser about your little exchange.

"No matter, though. You're about to learn that tonight," he said suggestively, and you finally looked away from the cameras, turning to face him with raised eyebrows. A smirk was plastered on his face and his usually hazel eyes seemed darker, clouded with lust.

With his hand still on your back, he ushered you through the crowd and into his limo. The moment you were inside, neither of you couldn hold back anymore. You kissed him, and his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. As you straddled him, he pulled away for a moment, saying, "The Langham," and rolled up the partition.

His lips met yours again, effortlessly finding their rhythm once again. His tongue ran across your lower lip, asking for access. You obliged, parting your lips slightly. His tongue almost instantly met yours and they moved against each other in harmony. You pulled away, needing to catch your breath and his lips found your neck, diligently kissing and sucking on your pulse point.

He unbuttoned your suit, completely revealing the beautiful bralette underneath. His hand slid under the thin, lace fabric and you let out a gasp at how cold his hands were, instantly hardening your nipples. Your head lulled back as one hand massaged your breasts and the other gripped your ass. He pulled you closer, pressing your core against the tent in his pants.

"Lionel," you exhaled shakily.

The sound of his name on your lips only riled him up more, causing him to gently nip at your skin and roughly tease your nipples. You leaned against him, biting down on his shoulder to muffle a louder moan. He finally pulled away, looking at the reddened skin on your neck, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Sliding off his lap and back into your seat, your hand trailed to his trousers, palming him through them. He groaned as you gave him a soft squeeze, and you freed his cock, allowing it to spring free from its confines. He was huge and your eyes widened at the sight since it looked like he wasn't even fully hard yet. Your fingers wrapped around his cock and he leaned into his seat, letting out a soft moan as you started stroking him. His eyes fluttered shut and you took the opportunity to wrap your lips around his head, causing him to let out a throaty moan.

You chuckled at the reaction before taking him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks out. His fingers wrapped around your nape as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, which was getting even harder. Your hand moved to cup his balls and he groaned in pleasure. You felt his cock begin to twitch in your mouth and picked up the pace. He came, bucking his hips upwards as his grip around your neck tightened, holding you in place as he released his hot seed deep in your throat. You pulled away, coughing lightly as you swallowed the last of it.

"Sorry," he panted, asking, "Was I too rough there?" You softly shook your head as you wiped the corner of your mouth, letting him know that you were fine.

Perfectly in time, the vehicle came to a halt. The two of you took a moment to look at each other and make yourself presentable before stepping out. You made your way through the lobby and into the elevator, where you found yourselves entangled in each other yet again, on the ride up.

Finally entering his room, he immediately pinned you against the door, his mouth claiming yours. Your hands made their way into his soft, fading blonde hair as his hands hooked under your thighs, lifting you up. With your legs wrapped around him and the door supporting you, he moved his hands to your jacket, fumbling with the buttons. The cool air, along with the feeling of his fingertips gently grazing your skin as he slid it down your shoulders, sent goosebumps across your body.

Letting the jacket fall to the floor, he carried you to the bedroom, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he did. His lips never left yours, and the kiss only got sloppier and more desperate with each step he took. He threw you onto the mattress, his hands wrapping around the waistband of your trousers as he yanked them off. Matching your bralette, you were left in a black lace thong and he let out a low growl as his eyes raked over your body.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling you as leaned over you to kiss you. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his jacket and dress shirt, and he gripped your wrists just as you finished undoing them, pushing them over your head as he brought his mouth down to your still clothed breasts.

His lips found your peaks, leaving biting kisses through the fabric. One hand trailed down your side and found your dripping cunt.

"I've barely done anything and you're soaked. What am I to do with you, hmm?" He mused as he rubbed circles around your clit.

"H-have your way with m-me, daddy," you breathed, aching for his touch.

He raised an eyebrow at you, saying, "You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?"

Your eyes slightly widened in surprise at the name-calling, but you were into it since it was Lionel. You nodded softly and he smirked at you. Quickly discarding your underwear, you felt him tease your entrance with his tip, rubbing along your folds as he said, "Tell me what you want, cub."

"Y-you. I want to f-feel you, L-"

He cut you off as his fingers wrapped around your throat and your eyes rolled back as he slowly pushed into you, spreading your lips for him as he entered you. Your back arched as he filled you up and your fingers gripped the sheets.

"Fuck! S-so... tight! He said, pausing only a moment before he started moving. Pulling out slowly, he rammed back into you, his head hitting your cervix. You whimpered at the feeling, pain and pleasure colliding in a way you had never experienced before. "Oh my G-god Li-" you said, but were cut-off by his grip tightening around your throat.

"Not that," he panted as he thrust into you, "Call me what you did, e-earlier."

You indulged him immediately, saying, "D-daddy, you feel s-so good!" You could see Lionel squeeze his eyes shut as he threw his head back, letting out a low groan. Relentlessly, he kept thrusting into you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, playing with it. Your nerves felt as though they were on fire, the stimulation bringing you closer to your release.

"I'm close," you cried out.

At that, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He leaned over your body, pushing deep into you, hitting you at a completely new angle. You buried your face into the mattress, muffling your sounds of ecstasy. Lionel moved close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he said, "Does daddy's little slut want to come?"

You gasped. You weren't used to this - no man had ever called you names simply because they were too intimidated. For that very same reason, no one had ever been able to dominate you either. Not well, at least. Lionel Shabandar had unlocked a new kink for you today and you loved it. You nodded and he said, "Well, not yet. That's what you get for not letting me hear you."

You squirmed as you fought the climax that was building. You were doing pretty well considering Lionel was pounding into you, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust. As he slowed his motions to longer, rougher thrusts, you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Daddy," you breathed. "I'm gonna-"

"Not yet," he warned, roughly kissing your shoulder.

"P-please," you begged.

His eyes met your gaze as you looked back at him with a pleading look. A smirk appeared on his face as he said, "Do you admit that you're daddy's little whore?"

You nodded yet again and he tutted, "Ah-ah. I want to hear you say it."

You gulped as you admitted, "I... I'm daddy's little whore."

"Good girl," he mused, picking up the pace. "Now.. come for daddy."

At that, your toes curled and you bucked your hips to meet his as your orgasm finally washed over you. He kept his pace, his own release inching closer as he felt your walls clamp down on his cock. With one last powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, leaning over your body as he placed a tired kiss on your temple.

"You did so well, cub," he praised as lay down next to you.

"Well, I agree with your wisdom. With age, comes experience, indeed," you said breathlessly and he chuckled lowly at your response.

Turning to face you, he said, "Considering how snarky you are, who knew you'd be so submissive in bed?" You rolled your eyes at his comment, not bothering with a reply. "Also, daddy issues? I never would've guessed," he teased.

"That's rich coming from the guy who enjoyed every bit of it," you bit back, playfully.

His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his chest, saying, "And there's my snarky little cub." He placed a kiss on your shoulder and you turned around to face him.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick, okay? Just need to get cleaned up."

He groaned as you got out of bed and you turned to him, saying, "You're welcome to join me if you'd like."

"I thought you said you wanted to get cleaned up?" He asked, sitting up with a playful smirk on his face.

Acting surprised you said, "Well, I didn't think you could go again, old man..."

He narrowed his eyes at you as he bit his lip. "Oh, you really need to be taught a lesson," he said, lifting you up as he carried you into the bathroom.

#lionel shabandar #lionel shabandar x reader #lionel shabandar x reader smut #gambit #alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #its illegal that there is no lionel shabandar x reader tag yet #especially considering the sex appeal the man has #did i add the red blazer because he looks fine #yes #smut #rickman #rickmaniac #rickmandowneyjr

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alwaysrickman · 3 years

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Alan Rickman as Lionel Shabandar in Gambit / flip

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stopitbehaveyourself · 2 years

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I don't think I will ever see anything better than this in my entire life.

#alan rickman #always #severus snape #harry potter #truly madly deeply #gambit #lionel shabandar #hans gruber #die hard #memes #funny #expressions

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Money

Summary: Lionel Shabandar, a business tycoon, is seduced by his wife, who manipulates him to get what she wants.

Pairing: Lionel Shabandar × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Obscenity, manipulation.

Author's Notes: As promised, here it is! Thank you so much for the likes, comments and reblogs, and oh, I wrote this while listening to ABBA's "Money, Money, Money"

As Lionel Shabandar lounged in his opulent office, surrounded by lavish furnishings and expensive trinkets, he couldn't help but smirk at the latest deal he had just sealed. His silver tongue had worked its magic once again, charming his way into a lucrative contract that promised to line his pockets with even more wealth.

But his satisfaction was short-lived as the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor caught his attention. With a raised eyebrow, Lionel turned to see his wife, you, striding into the room with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Lionel purred, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched his wife approach. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, darling?"

You flashed him a dazzling smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she sauntered closer. "Oh, Lionel, you know me," you purred, your voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "I couldn't resist the urge to come and spend some of your hard-earned money."

Lionel's smirk faltered slightly as he listened to your words, a faint furrow forming between his brows. "Spending my money again, are we?" he teased, though there was a hint of irritation in his tone. "What happened to the allowance I gave you, darling? Surely it hasn't all disappeared already?"

You simply shrugged, flashing him an innocent smile as you twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Oh, Lionel, you know how it is," you replied coyly, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "A girl's gotta treat herself every now and then, right?"

But Lionel wasn't about to be swayed by your charms, no matter how enticing they may be. With a shake of his head, he folded his arms across his chest, his expression firm and resolute.

"I'm afraid I can't indulge your spending habits any further, my dear," he said firmly, though his heart softened at the sight of your puppy dog eyes. "You've already exceeded your allowance, and I simply can't afford to keep up with your extravagant tastes."

You pouted, your bottom lip jutting out in a cute little moue as you leaned in closer, your cleavage tantalizingly close to his face. "But Lionel, darling," you cooed, your voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "I saw the most divine pair of shoes at the store today, and I simply must have them. Won't you please reconsider?"

Despite the allure of your cleavage and the pleading look in your eyes, Lionel remained steadfast in his decision. He may have fallen for your charms once before, but he wasn't about to let himself be swayed again so easily.

"I'm sorry, my love, but my decision is final," he said firmly, though his resolve wavered slightly as you settled yourself onto his lap, your warmth seeping into his skin. "I can't continue to indulge your every whim, no matter how much I may want to."

You sighed dramatically, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, your lips brushing against his skin in a tantalizing caress. "Oh, my lion, please," you whispered, your voice laced with desperation. "I'll do anything to get those shoes, anything you want."

Lionel couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at your words, his pulse quickening with anticipation at the thought of what was to come. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered huskily, "Anything, my dear? Are you sure you're prepared to make such a bold claim?"

You feigned innocence, playing the part of the shy and demure wife as you batted your eyelashes and looked around the glass office with mock concern. " My lion, darling," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "We can't possibly do it here, can we? What if someone were to walk in and catch us in the act?"

But Lionel wasn't about to be deterred by your coy protests, his desire burning hot and fierce beneath the surface. With a wicked grin, he pulled you closer, his hands wandering boldly over your curves as he whispered, "Oh, my sweet little mouse, you know as well as I do that the thrill of being caught only adds to the excitement. Besides, I'm sure we can find a way to be... discreet."

You couldn't help but giggle at his boldness, the sound ringing out like music to his ears as you surrendered yourself to his touch. "Lionel, you naughty boy," you teased, your voice laced with playful flirtation. "You always know just how to push my buttons, don't you?"

With a sly grin, Lionel leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing caress. "And you, my dear, always know just how to drive me wild with desire," he murmured, his voice low and husky with passion.

Lionel's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched you sink to your knees before him, a hungry smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he had every intention of enjoying every moment of it.

With a sultry smile, you looked up at him through your lashes, the red lipstick on your lips a tantalizing invitation that Lionel couldn't resist. He reached down to undo his belt and pants, his half-hard member already straining against the fabric in eager anticipation.

As you freed him from his confines, Lionel couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. Who would have thought that the great lion, Lionel Shabandar, would find himself in such a position? Married, with a wedding ring on his finger, and yet here he was, indulging in the forbidden pleasure of his Sugar Baby's lips wrapped around his cock.

With a satisfied groan, Lionel leaned back in his chair, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you closer. He closed his eyes and let out a low, throaty moan as you took him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him in a sinful dance of pleasure.

For a moment, Lionel's gaze drifted to the wedding ring on his finger, a silent reminder of the unexpected turn his life had taken. He never thought he would be the type to settle down, to commit himself to just one woman. And yet, here he was, married to you, his little mouse, his Sugar Baby, the one who had captured his heart with nothing more than a flutter of her eyelashes.

But as he felt the warmth of your mouth enveloping him, all thoughts of his past conquests and fleeting flings faded away, replaced by the overwhelming desire to lose himself in the ecstasy of the moment. With a contented sigh, Lionel surrendered himself to the pleasure, his body trembling with anticipation as he allowed himself to be consumed by the fire burning between you.

As Lionel looked down at you, watching you with a mixture of lust and admiration as you pleasured him with your mouth, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction coursing through his veins. The sight of you on your knees, your lips wrapped around him like a vice, was like a dream come true, a fantasy he had been harboring since the moment he first laid eyes on you in his office.

With a wicked grin, Lionel leaned back in his chair, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you deeper, urging you to take all of him. "That's it, my sweet little slut," he murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all, every inch of me. I know you can't resist, not when you're craving my cock this badly."

You moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine as you eagerly complied with his command. Lionel watched with hungry eyes as you worked your magic, your tongue swirling around him in a sinful dance of pleasure.

"You dirty little slut," he growled, his voice low and guttural with arousal. "You love spending my money, don't you? You love being my little Sugar Baby, my obedient little toy. But you know what I love even more? Watching you beg for more, watching you worship me like the god I am."

With each dirty word that spilled from his lips, Lionel felt himself growing harder, his arousal reaching dizzying heights as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He knew that you couldn't take all of him yet, not yet at least, but that didn't stop him from pushing you to your limits, from testing the boundaries of your desire.

"You're mine, do you hear me?" he hissed, his grip tightening in your hair as he thrust deeper into your mouth. "Mine to use, mine to control, mine to fuck whenever and however I please. And you love it, don't you? You love being my little plaything, my dirty little secret."

You whimpered around him, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to his core as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release.

As Lionel finally reached the peak of ecstasy, his body tensed with pleasure as he released himself into your eager mouth. You eagerly took every drop of him, your tongue working diligently to clean him before pulling away with a satisfied smile.

Standing up slowly, you wiped your lipstick-stained lips with the back of your hand, your eyes sparkling with anticipation as you looked up at him. "Well, my lion, it seems you've enjoyed yourself," you teased, your voice laced with playful flirtation.

Lionel took a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to steady himself. "Maybe a little too much," he mumbled half-heartedly, though the satisfied smirk on his lips betrayed his true feelings.

But you were too eager to wait, your excitement palpable as you practically bounced on the balls of your feet. "Now, about my reward," you prompted eagerly, your eyes shining with anticipation. "I think I've earned it, don't you?"

Lionel let out a long-suffering sigh, though there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his checkbook. "I suppose you have," he conceded, filling in the amount with an extravagant flourish before handing it over to you.

Your eyes widened in delight as you took the check, practically jumping with joy when you saw the amount. You kissed him on the cheek with a grateful smile, your heart overflowing with happiness as you tucked the check away into your purse.

But before you could make your exit, Lionel caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled you back towards him. "Not so fast, my dear," he said with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I believe there's one more thing we need to take care of."

You raised an eyebrow in curiosity, your lips quirking into a playful smile as you waited for him to continue. "And what might that be, my lion?" you asked innocently, though you already had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind.

Lionel's smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered huskily, "I think it's time you bought some nice lingerie for tonight. Something to show off those assets of yours, hm?"

You laughed, the idea of parading around in sexy lingerie for him sending a thrill coursing through your veins, but as always, you took advantage of this opportunity to manipulate him. "I'll do it," you said with a sly grin, "but only if you give me more money."

Lionel almost growled at you, his patience wearing thin as he tried to resist your charms. "You already have enough in that check, my dear," he protested, though there was a hint of desperation in his voice. "I can't just keep throwing money at you whenever you ask for it."

But you pouted, your bottom lip jutting out in a cute little moue as you leaned in closer, your hands trailing teasingly down his chest. "Please, Lionel," you whispered, your voice laced with desperation. "I just want to make you happy, to show you how much you mean to me. Is that too much to ask?"

As always, Lionel couldn't resist, his resolve crumbling like a house of cards in the face of your irresistible charm. With a resigned sigh, he reached for his checkbook once more, filling in the amount with an extravagant flourish before handing it over to you.

"There," he said gruffly, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you pocket the check with a triumphant smile. "Now, go and buy yourself that lingerie. But don't think for a second that I'm doing this because you asked nicely."

You laughed, the sound ringing out like music to his ears as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in gratitude. "Of course not, my lion," you teased, your voice laced with playful flirtation. "You're doing this because you love me, because you can't resist my irresistible charms."

With a playful swat to your ass, Lionel sent you on your way, his mind already wandering to the thoughts of you parading around in that sexy lingerie for him. Oh, how he couldn't wait to see you, his manipulative minx, his wife, his little mouse, his lioness... showing off just for him.

#lionel shabandar #lionel shabandar x reader #alan rickman x reader #gambit 2012 #gambit

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smilingformoney · 11 days

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every lionel moment ever (06/73)

#alan rickman #arickmanedit #lionel shabandar #lionelshabandaredit #gambit 2012 #gambitedit #film #filmedit #alllionel

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starry-eyesanddaydreams · 5 months

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Prompt 12 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas 2023

December 12: Giver of Gifts

Lionel Shabandar x Reader

Lionel likes so to shower his partner with expensive gifts, but some out of line gossip makes his partner self-conscious.

(Again, taking a chance with something new and an underrated character)

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Lionel Shabandar was a man with a reputation for being an ice-cold bastard. But you knew a different side to him. You’d met at the art gallery where you worked. He’d seen you leading a tour group and couldn’t help but listen in as you stopped in front of Monet’s “The Thames below Westminster”, curious at what you would say about it. The way you talked with gentle passion about the artists use of light and subdued colour was entrancing to him and he’d approached you after the tour, wanting to hear more. An invitation to drinks had lead to dating and you’d made your relationship public by being his partner at a gala a few weeks ago. Lionel was many things, and as cold and calculating he could be as a businessman, with you he was affectionate, romantic, someone who loved to share his interests and passions and was eager to learn yours. He was also a lavish giver of gifts. Which lead you to here, sitting on the couch in your apartment on a December evening, while he fastened the most exquisite diamond necklace you’d ever seen around your neck. “Leo, you know you don’t have to buy me things like this, right?” You said, feeling a bit overwhelmed and awkward, “I love them, really. But you’re always so extravagant. You don’t need to be.” “I know, Darling. I like doing it, though.” You silently ran your fingers along the pearl drop pendant, looking at nothing. Lionel brushed his hand along your arm, “What’s wrong?” He asked, “Something’s troubling you.” “It’s nothing.” You shrugged off his concern, getting up off the couch and heading to the kitchen “I was making some coffee, do you want some?”

Lionel followed you into the kitchen. Something was clearly weighing on your mind, and he hated seeing you so subdued. As you filled the coffee machine, some colourful paper sticking up out of the paper bin caught his attention. It was a copy of the Sun, with a picture of the two of you, taken at a Gala you’d recently attended. Along with the picture was the headline, “Billionaires new arm candy” and a short text making allusions about your relationship around his money and your looks. You turned around, saw him holding the paper and froze. “I thought you hated this trash rag?” he said, dropping it back in the bin, “Is that article what’s upsetting you?” You didn’t answer, but Lionel could see the tears welling up in your eyes and you quickly rubbed your eyes to try and hide them, focusing back on taking some cups from the cupboard. Lionel stepped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, spoon hugging you against him. Your body automatically started to relax when you were pressed against him, he’d had that effect on you from the start. After a moment, you started talking quietly, “Someone at the gallery, fortunately not someone I work closely with, came up to me today and showed me that paper. They said I got a sweet deal, landing you as a Sugar Daddy. I just…It hurt and it made me mad to see people think our relationship is so shallow.” Lionel turned you in his arms to see your face, “I’m sorry, Darling. Really, those noxious trolls will make up what they want to see no matter what we do. But they’re just hollow words from useless gossip peddlers. They don't know anything." You took a breath, “I know. It also just made me feel self-conscious. I mean, you took me to lunch the other day and ended up taking me shopping at Bond Street. You don’t have to do things like that. I love you without all the trimmings.” Lionel smiled softly and held you a little closer, “You know, I think you’re the only person in my life who actually likes me for me. One of the things I love about you. You really don’t care about my money or name. You met a sour old man with an art obsession and decided to give him your heart. I can’t pretend to know why. That’s why I like spoiling you. Why I want to give you everything you deserve. You’re my Lioness, my queen, and you deserve to be treated like one.” Feeling tears prick your eyes again, you pressed your face against his chest, “You make it really hard to be critical when you say things like that.” Your voice was muffled by his shirt. “You live a very different life from the one I’m used to. But, honestly I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.” You felt him chuckle and his arms wrap around you more fully. You stayed like that for a while before he gently tilted your face up with his hand. He trailed kisses down from your forehead to your lips before leaning back and saying, “Hang the world and their opinions. Come on, Darling, let’s go out.” You smiled up at him, leaning up for one more kiss before heading to your bedroom to get dressed. Lionel grinned as he watched you hurry to the other room. He hadn’t thought falling in love like this was on the cards for him. But loving you was just so easy. You made him happy in a way he’d never known before, and he wanted to do anything he could for you. Anything you would let him do. And he kept a secret hope in the back of his mind, if all went well, he’d be your fiancé by next Christmas.

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#rickmas 2023 #rickmas2023 #Day 12 #alan rickman #Gambit #Lionel Shabandar #Lionel Shabandar x reader

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