#m'lady fic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sturniololoco · 5 months

Note

could you maybe do like a little sister fic where they find out she hasn’t been eating lately and they try to get her to eat and they are just there for her. Maybe give like some backstory on like why she won’t eat like maybe a guy told her to lose weight or somthing?

Not Hungry

Surniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Eating disorder, throwing up, etc.

SLS's POV

"I might date you when you learn to eat a salad every once in a while."

That why I stopped eating. I decided that if just stopped eating, I'd lose weight faster, and I'd never get my heart broken like that again.

The only hard part is going to be keeping it from my brothers.

It's already been about a week and a half, and I've been very successful. My ribs were starting to poke out, and my brothers had no clue.

Keeping myself busy, as to not think about the rumbling in my stomach, I've been cleaning my room, scrubbing my windows, doing laundry, and wiping down my bathroom.

"SLS/N! Its time for dinner, come down here please!" I hear Nick yell from the base of the stairs.

Shit

My least favorite part of the day: Dinner. The time when I have to pretend to enjoy my food for 30 minutes, only to go and make myself puke it up after.

I can usually get away with not eating breakfast by rushing out the door to get to school, and then throwing out my toast once I get inside. Lunch I didn't even have to try, I just don't buy food or eat at all.

But dinner was always hard, and I was nervous.

Nick ordered Canes for dinner tonight, my favorite. Or what used to be. I sat down, fiddling with my fork while Chris passed out the food and drinks.

While my brothers were busy handing out food, I quickly took my cup of Pepsi to the sink and dumped it out, leaving the ice, and filling it up again with water.

I casually sit back down and start sipping at my water, when Chris says,

"For you, m'lady!" whilst bowing and presenting my chicken fingers as if they were the kingdom's finest gold.

I chuckle nervously before taking my food. My shaking hands were fumbling with the box.

"Here, I gotch you," Matt says, leaning over and opening my box, and pushing it back in front of me.

"Thanks," I say, breathlessly, before picking one up and examining the piece if chicken.

"You okay kiddo? Normally you'd be halfway done with your plate already!" Nick says, earning a chuckle from Matt and Chris.

But the comment made me sick to my stomach.

I let out a fake laugh, saying,

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good! I ate a late lunch at school." What a lie. I take a bite of the chicken and immediately feel a title wave of nausea take over me. I quickly swallow the chicken and join in on my brother's small talk, so as not to raise suspicion.

I barely managed to get two chicken fingers down, telling my brothers I would just eat them for lunch tomorrow.

I help Nick with the dishes, then tell my brothers I'm about to shower, then disappear into my room.

Once in there, I head straight to the bathroom, grab my toothbrush, and kneel down by the toilet.

after stuffing my toothbrush halfway down my throat, I gag and let out the majority of the chicken from my stomach, into the toilet.

I do this two more times just to be safe, but on the last time, the bathroom door swings open.

Nick's POV

I finish cleaning the house shortly after SLS/N goes upstairs to shower. But to my surprise, I saw she left her phone on the kitchen table.

I run upstairs, planning to leave it on her bed for her. But once I arrive in her room, I hear gagging and choking coming from her bathroom.

I knew something was off with her at dinner. I think to myself, quickly running downstairs to tell Matt and Chris, to grab a washcloth and a bucket.

My brothers follow me up on my way back to SLS/N's room after hearing about her being sick. They want to help her feel better just as much as I do. But when we open her bathroom door, we are shocked at what we find.

We see SLS/N sitting on the floor, making herself sick.

SLS/N's POV

Nick, Matt, and Chris stand in the entrance of my bathroom, staring, while I am still sitting on the floor, covered in a cold sweat, lose tears running down my face.

Nick rushes over to me, bending down and wiping my face with a washcloth, saying,

"Why are you doing that? Are you okay?" He looks into my eyes worried, as I tiredly fall back into his embrace, not wanting to hide anymore.

I begin to cry as he scoops me up and lays me on my bed, with Chris and Matt right behind him. I lean on Chris as he sits to my right, and Nick rubs my leg comfortingly as he sits to my left. Matt kneels down in front of me, saying,

"What's going on sweetheart? Talk to me." He rubs his thumbs back and forth soothingly across the top of my hands.

"I don't eat anymore, I'm already fat so theirs no use in me eating anymore anyways," I tell them. They look at me shocked.

"Who told you that?" Chris questions, still looking at me.

"Some kid at school, he's right though," I reply, still letting my tears fall down my red face.

"SLS/N, that is the stupidest thing in the world for you to say! You are so beautiful, just the way you are. You shouldn't let some jerk at school tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" I nod, still not knowing how he can say all these things, but makes me feel better all the same.

"How long has this been going on sweetheart?" Matt asks me, still holding onto my hands. I breathe in a shaky breath, and answer,

"About two weeks I think..." I see the disappointment on all their faces as I let the words out of my mouth.

"well, this won't be happening again. I don't think you understand, we can't lose you. We love you so, so much and we can't live without you, okay?" Nick tells me sternly. I nod and snuggle into my brothers.

"We'll try again tomorrow, okay?" Chris says to me, kissing me on the head. I nod again, my eyes getting sleepy. Chris helps me lay down, and my brothers tuck me in and head to the door to turn off my light and exit.

"Wait. Stay? Please?" My brothers walk back over, all squeezing together in the little bed.

"We're not going anywhere." I hear Matt says, before kissing my forehead, and I drift off to sleep.

I wake up in the morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon. But then last night evens came flooding back, and I got scared.

Matt, the only brother still lying with me, felt my tension grabbed my hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze, saying,

"Hey, your gonna be fine! You got this." I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. We keep holding hands as we walk down to the kitchen.

"There's my girl!" Chris says, wrapping his arms around me as I enter the kitchen. I gladly accept the hug, and then another one from Nick.

Chris, Mat, and I sit on the couch, watching TV, when Nick calls from the kitchen,

"No rush, but breakfast is ready!"

Chris grabs my hand and leads me to my seat at the table, pushing in my chair. Nick then places a plate in front of me with one singular pancake. I look up at my brothers nervously.

"I don't-" I begin to say, but Matt cuts me off.

"Just eat what you can, you are in no rush at all, okay? You got this baby." I pick up my fork and take a small bite.

Nick made extra good pancakes today.

I'm able to finish about half of the pancake before I get full. My brothers must have noticed.

"Good job SLS/N, I'm so proud of you!" Chris says, leaning over to give me a high five. I smack his hand and smile, happy that my brothers are here to get me through this.

Sorry, this took SO long!

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

231 notes · View notes

nogenderbee · 2 months

Text

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔻𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ This fic choice doesn't really have much of a history... I'm just simp for Lynette myself and wanted to write that for my simp heart <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ when you weren't dating Lynette yet, of course you were crushing a lot but you also didn't wanted to scare her away, so you kept most of adoration inside...

✧ that's why when you started dating... she was surprised to say the least

✧ your dating started calm, but the longer it lasted, the more adoration you showed for her

"Y/N, there's no need for you to move all those boxes at once. It's my job after all."

"You rest, m'lady! I'll take care of everything!"

"Did you even heard what I said...?"

✧ she loves you too after all, so whenever you lead yourself to overworking because of her, she's not gonna just watch you struggle

✧ if she needs to, she'll scold you, but she sometimes also uses tender voice if there's no other choice, which usually leaves you blushing and fangirling even if you're any other gender

✧ don't get her wrong, she's happy she can rely on you but she also knows her and your limits

✧ she's ale not the type to get easily affected by your sweet talks, if anything it's her leaving you blushing despite you trying to do the opposite

"You're so amazing, Lynette! You're literally so strong and independent... I love you so so much I just want to kiss you and appreciate you and all!!"

"Heh... well why thank you. Aren't you sweet?"

"S-Sw-Sweet?!!! ACKWHDIFU"

"Eh... seems I over crossed the line again without even trying this time..."

✧ don't worry, she's the type to wake you up from your little panic mind with small splash of water. Don't worry, normal one... not primordial... she could never.

✧ but at least by being so hopelessly in love, you've gained approval of her siblings quite easily! The hardest to crack was Lyney, but when he saw your dedication towards his sister, he noticed she's safe with you

✧ they stopped minding so much, even she sometimes calls you because she could either pick to go with Lyney or you, since location she's going to is considered a little bit dangerous...

✧ tho it may not be as easy with their Father... it definitely gives you some points that all siblings like you already!

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your cat tea lover~

#genshin impact #genshin #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lynette #lynette x reader #genshin lynette #genshin lynette x reader #fluff #genshin fluff #headcanons #genshin headcanons

82 notes · View notes

riniworld · 5 months

Text

bloody night for our love

YANDERE!knight oc x PRINCESS!f!reader

summary//senor just wanted to keep you,after all aren't you two meant to be?

warnings//obsession,yandere behavior,death,killing,blood

reference//you,she/her,my lady,y/n

a/n: Here you had already developed your relationship with Senor because I'm too lazy to write a whole fic about that (and lacking from ideas)

like after two or three weeks?

it was supposed to be a 'family dinner' but everything has destroyed.

you weren't at wrong,you won't apologize.

"i'm not that little child anymore! she can't control me! "

you walked angrily to your room, sinking in your thoughts.

you entered your room and threw yourself on your bed,buried your face in the pillow.

you don't want to cry but who are you fooling?..you don't stand a chance in front of the queen, if she said something it will be done.

you understand how she hate you and why but you too didn't show her your face alot,you either at your garden or in the village.

she don't have the right aftet all what she did, to tell you she can't stand you anymore and what? you should get married!

it's not your fault, you're just a victim in this forbidden relationship.

finally you let the pressure inside your chest get out in a little sobs

waking up at the sunshine and the birds singing would be a good feeling, if you weren't in this state.

getting yourself up with a groan,you don't want to argue with the queen and ruin your day.

So you asked to have breakfast in your room today.

senor has wondered all around the palace to see you

usually at this time you'll be having a breakfast with your sister so he'll get the chance to get lost looking at you, but where were you today?

he have to start his day with your smiling face.

did you went to the village already? didn't he told you to not go without him?

his head filled with ideas from all sorts.

he decided to ask the servants even if it will cause some suspension.

he felt relieved when he knew that you're in your room but then it hit him that something might have happened to you.

knock knock

senor opened the door in a rush when he heard the permission to enter.

you were sitting at a small table drinking tea.

"m'lady are you okay?" he closed the door behind him.

"eh senor? what the matter why are you so worried?"

"you didn't come out so i thought something happened, are you okay?"

you laughed nervously "i just got lazy to get out".

"Are you lying?" he said as he got closer to you.

"pardon?"

"i know when you lie y/n, so what happened?"

you sighed..In the short time you have known Senor, you have learned that he has an anger issues,so you avoided making him angry at all costs. but he always knew if you hide something from him.

"well...

"WHAT!"

"shh please senor someone will hear you"

"i don't f care if someone hear what do you mean she want to marry you to someone?!"

"senor..."

"i won't allow that"

"what are you gonna do??"

"you'll see" and with that he left the room.

you gasp for air as you see the scene in front of you.

this most be a nightmare,it has to be.

Senor's back facing you and under him...the queen and your sister dead body

drip drip

the blood dripping from his sword,this isn't the senor you know.

he turn to you

"run away,run away,run away, RUN AWAY. "

your mind keeps telling you to run away but you can't move anymore.

as senor get close enough he kneeled to your level

"shh,don't cry m'lady...that was necessary they wanted to do us apart!"

he reached his hand to wipe your tears away

"From the day I met your father, our fate was sealed to be together, they have no right to ruin that,right? i did that for our love."

your tears replaced with blood from his hand.

that was his promise to keep you with him forever.

a blood-stained promise

there's alot of red text here...and other red thing☺️(YES i SAID IT)

have a good day/night♡

masterlist

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yanderexreader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere knight x reader #yandere knight

71 notes · View notes

ronearoundblindly · 22 days

Note

for shut up jensen hehe

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Questions from this ask game and for this Valentine's fic with awkward date!Jake Jensen.

Whoopsy, this got a bit spicy...

In typical dude fashion, Jake prefers more masculine nicknames or terms of endearment, specifically, 'handsome' and 'big guy.' He's not opposed to softer ones, but you'll have to only use those in private unless you want to upset him.

To be fair, he already gets relentlessly teased by his colleagues. Just let him have this, yeah?

As far as nicknames for you, he's waited so long to have his own girl and sweetheart that he sticks with the classics, too. 'Sweets' or 'sweetheart' are the most common. 'My girl' is mostly private and frequently sexual. 'M'lady' is because he's a fucking dork.

🙄🤣

Ehhh, Jake is not articulate with the more complicated feelings. He can deal in certainties--how much he wants you or what is attractive about you for him, saying 'I love you' actually ends up being pretty easy, etc.--but when it comes to things that Jake thinks he should feel a certain way about but doesn't, he struggles to say.

Like for whatever reason (because at first he doesn't know the reason), he can't share space very well. He hesitates to spend the whole night. He hesitates to use your bathroom or shower even. He definitely hesitates to move in.

This takes many coaxing conversations to comprehend until finally he confesses that he has so little space to himself when working that his own apartment is a haven in every way. He has complete control of that space. The eventual middle ground is moving into a place big enough for his own office/tech room and his own bathroom. Jake needs a retreat from everything. You are allowed in there, of course. It isn't a part of your home that's off-limits to you, but he's responsible for those areas. Nothing ever moves unless he moves it.

Oh yeah, y'all drink. Nobody gets blind-drunk for the most part, but you have drinks out with friends, with dinner, and most notably, play drinking games.

Jake loves drinking games--as well as strip poker, as discussed here--but gets overzealous and can get very drunk, very quickly sometimes. He's not a lightweight, but it can escalate when he doesn't pay attention to the volume of alcohol he consumes.

Drunk Jake gets handsy and has no tact. He will face-plant into your pussy or motorboat your breasts. This is just a thing you have to live with or preemptively stop him from doing/get him home quickly. There have been incidents of quickies in bar bathrooms because he will not stop grabbing at you or talking about how fucking hard you make him.

Spoiler alert: this is not a quiet man when he 'whispers' dirty things to you OR when he comes while tipsy. You absolutely have to cover his mouth and pray nobody overhears if you're still out and about.

The key thing about Jake is that you feel very safe with him, and that translates to a comfort where you trust you'll be okay even if you go a little overboard yourself. He's attentive. He notices changes in your mood easily. He can sober up super fast if he senses you need help or want to leave.

Ok and this barely has to do with alcohol but Jake has this thing about how romantic it is to be super close on your nights in. If you two are watching a movie together or even playing a video game, your body is against his, either by way of snuggling into his side or sitting between his legs. It's half the fun to hold his controller in his hands right above yours and try to distract you by kissing your neck (or you by wiggling your ass against his lap). I mention this because if you two are gonna sit that close and kiss and share everything, you usually share a drink, too. There's only one beer, or one glass of wine, or one cocktail on the table for both of you. Almost always your choice of drink, he doesn't have a preference usually, but it also creates fewer dishes.

Jake Jensen hates doing dishes. It's just...a thing...

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Jake Jensen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro answers #ask game #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fic #jake jensen smut #jake jensen x you #jake jensen imagine #jake jensen fluff

28 notes · View notes

darthxdaddi · 1 year

Text

Saber Play

AnakinxFem!Reader

This idea has been in my head for a while now and I finally gathered the balls to write about it. Please read warnings, if you feel uncomfortable just keep scrolling. Again, I get straight to the point with this fic as well. No plot, just smut.

UNEDITED so I'm sorry if I made mistakes, please ignore them :,)

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI!), dub-con?? , foul language, inappropriate use of a light saber, slight edging, Dom!Anakin, slight age gap (Anakin is 23 and reader is 19), Master Anakin & Padawan reader (no Ahsoka or Padme, sorry m'ladies!) , humiliation, degrading, pet names, squirting, almost public sex?, praises from Anakin, face fucking, riding, spitting, choking, messy fucking, unprotected sex and cream pie.

You've only been Anakin's Padawan for a year now after your original master was killed during the battle of Geonosis. The council deemed that he was ready to take on the task of finishing your training. You've made googly eyes at him since you two were both Padawans. He never paid mind to it though. After all you were 4 years younger, he thought it was an innocent crush. Which it was at the time, but now you're mind is mature. You are reaching the point of adulthood where you're innocent crush is more like intimate crush. Honestly you didn't get much action, yeah you messed around with other's your age but it wasn't the same. You wanted him. You wanted your master so badly and it was truly unbearable. It was completely forbidden to love or be attached to one, but being in love with you're master was on a whole new level.

It was stupidly hot this day and of course Anakin chose an outdoor training day. He loves to watch you complain and argue to try to get you're point across, he immediately shuts you down and banters on about how he is the master and you are just a padawan. He loves his new sense of power, even if he uses it on small things like this. Before you head out to the training platform you decided to wear a cropped tunic that you made yourself along with your normal pants and utility belt. You knew this would piss him off, that's what you always aimed to do. Being a brat is what you strive for, it really gets Anakin going. You loved the way his jaw clenched when he is pissed at you, the way his brows furrowed in anger.

Arriving at the training spot, you see Anakin staring off into the city only to look back at you in anger, "Little one, what in the maker are you wearing? Haven't I told you a thousand times not to tamper with your clothes?" He said obviously annoyed by your rebellion. You crossed your arms and spoke, "Well master, maybe if you hadn't picked the hottest day to train, I wouldn't have to wear such provocative clothes" you said rolling your eyes, knowing that's what his lecture was about. Anakin sighed and walked closer to you, "Y'know, you've been a real fucking brat lately. Not to mention those lustful thoughts of yours. Do you really think you deserve my sex?" He hissed. Taken aback, you could only open your mouth to speak. Yet know words came out. "Is this your attempt to seduce your master? Wearing such a shirt" he said tugging on the bottom of your barely-there under tunic. "Pathetic, your tits almost hang out of this thing. You look like a slut" he growled. One thing Anakin was good at was humiliating you. He made you feel so insignificant at times, it was actually kind of hot. You're core began to dampen as more degrading words flowed from his mouth. "Now look at you, all turned on and flustered over my cruel words. I can sense you Y/n, you can't even mentally shield yourself from me, so weak and horny for me" he chuckled, his curls began to stick to his forehead due to the heat. He inched closer, making you feel small under his gaze. "Ani, I'm sorry. I really did not intend to-" he cut you off, "You didn't intend to what? Cause me to have this aching boner? Gods I can't stand you right now" he said through his teeth. Anakin released his saber from his belt and glared into your eyes, "And that's master to you, slut" his words stung this time, did he only see you as his Padawan now? Anakin ignited his light saber in front of you.

"Strip" he said bluntly. You scurried to take off you're clothes, even though Anakin would never hurt you. He eyes you up and down, taking in all of your features. Anakin smirked as you look at him, so helpless and under his complete control. He turned his saber off and looked into your eyes, "Like I said before, I don't think you deserve my dick" with that, he ran the cold metal of the saber's hilt down your lower stomach and to your swollen cunt. He rubbed the smooth side of the hilt on your clit, staring into you as he did so. You felt so embarrassed that you closed your eyes, yet you couldn't stop the sweet groans from escaping your throat. Anakin laughed at you and pouted mimicking your state, "Are you really going to get off to my light saber right now? You truly are pathetic" he scoffed. Anakin immediately stopped and reignited his saber, so close to your navel that you could feel the heat off of it. You were sweating, not only from nervousness, but also from the Coruscant heat. Anakin ran his weapon up and down, close to your skin. This started to excite you, the thrill of your master having so much control over you had your adrenaline pumping. "Be a good girl for me little one, and get on your knees" he said extinguishing his saber once more. You did what was asked of you and dropped to your knees. Anakin pulled down his pants just enough for his dick to show, it sprung out tall and hard as it hit his clothed abdomen. You looked at him with big doe eyes. "Don't act innocent Y/n, I know that you aren't a virgin. You sneak around other's quarters all the time" he said rolling his eyes. Looking at him in shock you said, "That may be true, but honestly I'm not very experienced" you embarrassingly admitted. He chuckled and patted your head, "You'll do just fine. Now open that pretty mouth of yours" Anakin cooed at he held the back of your head, guiding you to his glorious cock. You maintained eye contact with him and took the head of his length in your mouth, suckling on it softly. 'fucks' and groans poured out of his mouth as he pushed your head further down on him, helping you bob it. You placed your hands on his thighs for support as he started thrusting his hips into your face, his finely groomed hairs prickling at your nose. Anakin threw his head back at the sight of his very own padawan getting her face absolutely fucked, "Thats right pretty girl, earn that fucking cock" he grunted out, speeding up his pace. You wouldn't help but gag at his quick thrusts, it was almost too hard to breathe from his impressive girth. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him twitch in your mouth. Anakin quickly pulled out of your mouth, "Open up for your master darling~" he cooed at you. You did so, just for him to spit in your mouth and shove your face back into his hips, "Fuck, I'm going to make you mine, pretty little thing" he growled at you, quickening his speed. All you could do was mumble around his suffocating dick. Anakin started getting sloppy with his thrusts as his hot cum filled the back of your throat. You didn't dare spit out what he gave you, instead you swallowed it proudly.

A voice from the hall began echoing towards the two of you. "Let's move this to my quarters hm?" He said in an almost panicked voice. Without thinking Anakin pulled his pants up and took of his cloak off, putting it on you quickly. You picked up your discarded clothes and stuffed them into your arm underneath the sleeve of Anakin's massive cloak. He helped you slip your shoes on as you desperately wrapped the excess cloth around your body. The door swiped open to reveal a confused Obi-Wan, "How was the training- Y/n why do you have Anakin's cloak on?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow. "We were practicing dueling and I got a little carried away... My shirt ripped and I left my cloak in my quarters" you lied straight through your teeth, a bad lie at that. "Oh dear, that is embarrassing young one. Good thing your master is so generous to cover you up hm?" Obi-Wan said with smirk as he looked at Anakin, as he has an idea of what really happened. "Yes well we should get going master, wouldn't want her standing here like this any longer" Anakin said with a fake smile. "Very well, the two of you better rest up. You look exhausted" Obi-Wan said chuckling. Anakin mumbled under his breath as the two of you headed for Anakin's quarters, which wasn't far from yours, "Fuck, he definitely knows something" he said with shut eyes and a sigh. Anakin swiped his room door open, locking it behind him. Though his demeanor changed as he got a better look at you with his cloak on. He was smirking at you, "Y'know, you look so damn adorable with my robes on, so tiny compared to me" he said looking at how his clothing drags to the floor more than usual on you rather than him. "Really?" You said with a smile, giving him a turn. "Really, though I'd love to see you without it on" Anakin stated as he helped you undress completely again. This time he was being sweet, pulling you by the waist to meet his gaze. Anakin placed ticklish kisses on your neck while holding you by the hips. "Anakin undress with me" you flirtatiously said. "I thought I told you it was master, or daddy if you prefer. I think I love the idea of you calling me daddy" he said with a smirk. "Daddy it is" you replied back with confidence. Anakin smiled at you as he pulled away, "Maybe if you ask nicely I'll reveal myself to you, darling" he whispered in your ear this time. This sent chills down you, forming goosebumps at the scandalous words your master had uttered. "Will you please undress for me master?" You said in a tiny voice that was almost too quiet to hear, but Anakin gave in to your cuteness and began stripping down until he was fully naked along with you. The two of you took a moment to embrace the moment, touching each other's naked bodies like it your first times again.

Anakin picked you up by the under of your thighs and back up to his bed, sitting you on his lap as he initiated a heated make out session. He grabbed and played with your ass which was almost enough to make you orgasm, as the slightest touch from him was enough to take you over the edge. You began to grind your hips into his thighs, feeling his hard cock slip in between your folds in the most delicious way. Anakin felt the same way you did as he used your ass as leverage to further grind your hips, the two of you rocked back and forth patheticly, looking into each others eyes and enjoying the moment. Grunts and groans poured lewdly out of your mouths as you sped up your action. Although before you reached your high, Anakin tossed you onto the bed and wasted no time touching your prescious parts, rolling and rubbing your clit between his skilled fingers. "So fucking wet for me little one, so damn good for me" Anakin whined as he proceded to work down your slick, spitting on your pussy. Your masters middle finger entered your hole that was aching for him so badly. You squirmed at his cold touch. His strong gloved hand held your hip to keep you in place as he introduced another finger, immediately pushing on your plush spot. You were thrown into shock by the feeling. Others had fingered you before, but not like Anakin. He was so skilled with his fingers that it made you wonder how many girls he's slept with. "Hey! Why are you worrying about my sex life? It's just me and you in this moment baby, nobody else" he said almost offended by your wondering thoughts. You blushed at his words that made you feel so special. Anakin only cared for you in this moment, something you have always longed for. He snapped you out of your thoughts as he sped up his pumps, applying more pressure to your g-spot. You bit your lip at the familiar feelings, you were about to squirt. You have only done it one other time while fucking yourself stupid to the thought if Anakin, but this time it was him who was about to make you spew. "Thats right sweetheart, let it all out for me" he said keeping his tempo. With that you threw your head back in bliss and let out a broken moan as the build up of your fluids were finally released. Anakin loved this. He loved seeing you so messy for him. He rubbed your clit quickly, sending you into your first euphoric high. Your face twisted in an ugly orgasmic way that he found so hot. "Atta girl!" Anakin chanted at you finished your orgasm, "That is such a good girl" he cooed. Anakin plopped down on the bed, pulling you on top of him. "Now Y/n, be a big girl for me and ride my cock" he smirked at you. "But daddy-" you attempted to speak but your master cut you off. "Princess you want me so bad and you know it. Go on and take what you want so badly" he said stroking your hair sweetly.

You crawled up to his length and aligned it with your dripping parts, sinking onto his thick girth. Anakin groaned as your walls clenched around him, taking in every inch. You slowly rocked your hips back and forth on him, you propped your body against his thighs to give him a better look at your pussy engulfing his dick. Anakin groaned and circled your swollen and sensitive clit with his thumb, encouraging you to grind with his finger's pace. You sped up to match him as the both of you watched as his cock slid in and out if you. "Fuck you look so good around me. Such a slut for this dick" Anakin groaned, pulling you down towards his face to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, loving the dirty name he deemed as yours. Breaking off this kiss, you attached your lips to his neck, licking the salty residue from the sweat earlier. Anakin had no shame in letting out a few moans as he held your hips up to thrust into your cunt harshly. He wanted to ruin you, make you cum repeatedly for him. Your kisses and licks didn't last long as your mouth hung open, letting out whiney moans in his ear. Your legs began to feel like jelly as he penetrated your poor hole. "Don't stop daddy, oh gods please don't stop" you bellowed out, loud enough for the whole of Coruscant to hear. The sounds of skin slapping and moans melodically traveled through the room. You bit down on his neck in an attempt to muffle out your moans. Anakin winced at the sharp pain and flipped you over, taking complete control of you. He summoned his light saber from his belt and ignited it like he did earlier, holding so close to your throat you could feel the heat from the weapon. This excited you immensely, feelings so helpless once again. Anakin continued to fuck you hard and fast with the light saber still to your throat, "Don't bite me whore, you aren't mine yet" Anakin hissed at you through his teeth, holding onto your hip with his free hand to control your body. He sped up his movement go an ungodly pace, completely ruining your cunt. You squirmed and whined at the way he fucked you, that's really all you could do. You where speeches. "Im going to cum in that messy hole of yours and make you mine, just as I promised" he growled at you, extinguishing his light saber and tossing it to the side. Anakin then pinned your small hands above your head and used his free hand to choke you. You saw stars, no, fireworks. You were reaching a complete euphoric orgasm like you never felt before, your walls started contracting around Anakin cock which threw him over the edge too. He moved the hand on your throat to your wrists and he buried his face into your neck, releasing his hot load into your cunt with no mercy, "You're mine now little one, all mine" he rasped into your ear.

Here it is! I hope you enjoy this content as it's a little different than I usually write.

#hayden christensen #anakin x reader #star wars smut #anakin skywalker smut #jay is delusional #don't be afraid to message me!#Dom!Anakin #writing is hard

382 notes · View notes

friendsoup · 6 months

Note

Hi Hiiiii! I was wondering whether you could do a shy fem!reader watching a horror movie with Tennant (from r1999 and any other character you want!) where the reader get's spooked from a jumpscare and cuddles into the character out of fear. Thanks!!

Horror Movie Night

Recipe: Romantic fic, Fem!reader, Reader x Tennant, Reader is insecure in the relationship :[, Tennant loves to tease, Cuddling, Reader is called M'lady and Mi Amor, Small hints of jealousy and insecurity WC: 1k Chef's Note: This is my first time writing Tennant, so please forgive me if it seems ooc!!! ;o;! I've been wanting to write her for a while now though, so thank you for gifting me the opportunity to! Writing this was pretty fun.

Lord knows how you got into this situation.

You’ve never liked horror movies, and watching a horror movie with a group was even worse. You’d been teased before for being squeamish and easily scared. That, on top of being forced to watch such grotesque things made your stomach churn. Overall, it was a terrible situation to be in. One you promised yourself you’d never do again.

It was An-an who brought up the idea of a movie night. You weren’t opposed, until she listed out what she wanted to watch with everyone. Some of the arcanists in the suitcase had never even heard of a movie before, was it a good idea to start them with Ringu and Out of The Dark?

You didn’t want to do it. Nothing on this Earth could convince you to go.

Until Tennant opened her beautiful, dumb, mouth. “It sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” A smirk grew on her face, noticing how you shied away at her words. “A glimpse into the future. You don’t get that often.” You imagined for a moment, Tennant watching a movie with some of the other girls. Her wrapping her arm around one’s shoulder, lazily cuddling into someone else. Someone else hiding in her chest, shielding their eyes from the horrors on the screen. The thought made your face burn with embarrassment and envy. You and Tennant weren’t an item, only a casual fling, but the thought of her being with someone else made your heart sink into your stomach.

And that’s why you’re here, sitting next to Tennant, eyes glued to the screen in front of you. A few other arcanists sit around the two of you, too focused on the movie to notice your fear. You catch a glimpse at their expressions, the mix of fear and excitement, and some in pure amazement at what’s going on in front of them. For a moment, you consider leaving. Sneaking out the door, and allowing Tennant to continue her movie night in peace. However, you feel an elbow press into your arm, and when you turn to look, Tennant is smiling down at you. “M’lady, if you get too scared, you can hold my hand.” Your face heats up instantly, as you grow unbearably flustered. You turn away from her, muttering something about not being frightened. Tennant simply gives a low chuckle, her attention fluttering from you back to the screen.

You think for a moment about grabbing her hand. The two of you have never spoken about PDA. You’d always assumed she wanted to keep things quiet though, to keep other avenues open. But everyone was focused on the movie. No one would notice the two of you holding hands, right? It was safe. Your hand hesitantly moves towards hers, but you stop inches away. You can’t bring yourself to initiate touch. Something is keeping you back. Are you worried she’ll get angry with you? That she’ll move away? So many things keep going wrong in your head, you don’t want to risk it.

You decide to quiet your mind by focusing on the movie.

After a moment, you find yourself growing quite lost in it. The way it’s filmed is excellent, and the acting is really well done. If you weren’t so terrified, you’d be a big fan of how put together it all is. You feel your heart rate begin to rise as the tension grows. The lead begins walking through the forest alone. He calls out to someone, but there’s no response. Your eyes are as big as saucers as you watch him run, calling for someone you know is already dead.

And then he hears a call back. Somehow, your hands find themselves on Tennant’s arm. She looks down at you, prepared to make another sly remark, but sees how focused you are on the movie, and decides against it. You give it a light squeeze, leaning into her.

You know it’s not his friend. There’s no way it’s his friend. But he follows it anyway, crying out how grateful he is to hear her voice.

You feel like you’re about to explode, your grip tightening around Tennant’s arm. She clears her throat, hoping you’d notice, yet you remain unaware of your situation. Tennant grows a bit flustered, annoyed that she can’t tease you like this. She can’t wait to see your face when you realize the two of you are touching.

The lead gets closer, and closer, and you feel your heart rising to your throat. You feel sick to your stomach, but the lead continues on, oblivious to your panic. And then he’s attacked. You jump, before burying your face into Tennant’s shoulder. You can’t stand to see the rest of it, what happens to him next. You breathe in her scent, finding it to be comforting. She smells of nutmeg and sage, with a hint of something else you can’t put your finger on. It smells like the nights you’ve spent alone together, talking about everything under the sun. It smells like comfort. Like the home you’ve built here. Your body grows less tense, your grip lightening on her arm.

Slowly, you come to your senses. You remove your face from her shoulder, meekly glancing up at her. She’s looking down at you, a light blush on her cheeks. She smiles down at you, a genuine look of admiration seated in her eyes. “If you needed a knight in shining armor, mi amor, you only need to ask.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, as you glance back at everyone else. They’re all focused on the movie, paying no mind to the two of you. “Tennant…” You whisper. “I’m feeling a bit scared. I don’t want to be alone tonight. Could you please keep me company?” You plead. Tennant’s face reddens further. She turns away, placing a hand to her cheek. “M’lady, how bold…” She gives another chuckle. “I would not be opposed, however… A night with you is always a blessing.” You nod, before turning your attention back to the screen.

“But let’s finish the movie first.” You tell her.

#x reader #reverse 1999 #re1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 tennant #tennant #tennant x reader #Tennant x you #Let's Make Friend Soup!#order up!

69 notes · View notes

kairiscorner · 10 months

Note

HELLO HI!!! I was the one who requested the Gwen prom prompt and i was BALLING. Oh my god you’re amazing!!! Wala lang napaiyak lang ako HEKSJSKSJKSKS IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT!!! LOAF IT!!

If it isn’t a bother! I wanna rec again 🥺🙏

May i req a pampering-esque fic? Gwen x reader again!! (Haha im GAY!!)

Details: The reader is on their period, first day. They’re anemic too so it sucks ballz!! The thing is! This happened while Gwen was at her house and they had a sleepover the day before (As friends or more?) and Gwen had to witness everythingggg. The horrible cramps when waking up, the turning pale, feeling faint, round trips to the bathroom, the breathing exercises and etc! The reader told Gwen what to do, (to get iron pills, fruit and something to eat) so Gwen wouldn’t panic lol! (Go ahead and play around with it again! Doesn’t hav to be exact!! + take ur time & rest! bka overloaded ka 😚👐)

Loaf u and ur work so much have a wonderful day, week, MONTH AND ETC!!! 🥺🙏‼️

hello !!! :DD OMG THANK YOU POOOO !! YOU TOO <333 ALSO YES, I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO MAKE PERIOD COMFORT RELATED FICS, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA <:DD

i get your pain--gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: you woke up to the feeling of pain in your abdomen, the feeling of a warm rushing flow down there, and a lot of cranky feelings from your hormones beginning to get out of whack. luckily, your girlfriend's got you, she's here to make sure the only thing you'll feel as long as you're with her is nothing but pure comfort, despite being on 'the dot'. word count: 750

last night was a complete and total blur to you after 10 PM, all you remember was falling asleep in gwen's arms and just... kinda blacking out. you do remember it was a wonderful night, but all you could focus on now was the splitting pain in your abdomen as you realized the period flood was coming. you rushed for gwen's bathroom and changed, hoping you didn't leave any stains on her bed. you came back, wobbling and a little sick due to how light-headed you'd get when your flow would be this strong, and fortunately enough, her sheets were still clean when you got up.

you sighed as you sat yourself down on a bean bag in her room, placing a big plushie you brought with you down on your abdomen to try alleviating the pain. it wasn't the most effective tactic, but it had to do for the time being. you tried to sleep again, but the sharp pain in your lower abdomen hurt like hell. trying to sleep through it wasn't an option, and luckily, not for long either; because as soon as the pain came in, gwen woke up. she greeted you a good morning as she yawned, with you muttering a good morning back to her.

gwen looked at you and noticed you looked a lot less... vibrant than last night, a little more sullen and tired, even from having just woken up earlier. "hey, you okay?" she asked you as she climbed out of bed and walked over to you. since it was gwen, you could tell her just what kind of hell you had to endure for the week. "it's shark infested waters right now." you told her as she nodded and headed for her drawers, fetching you her finest-quality pads and tampons for you to choose from. "for you, m'lady." she said as she handed them to you on bended knee.

you giggled at her gallantry as you graciously accepted the feminine products she handed to you. "why, thank you, lady stacy." you thanked her as she smiled up at you and got up. you tucked the products away in your almost empty emergency case and as gwen sat down next to you with a slight smile on her face. "y'need anything else? i have iron supplements if you need any, since, y'know... periods aren't exactly very good for your anemia." she offered to you, which you smiled back at and nodded. "thanks, but don't worry, i'm fine right now. i guess all i need right now is..." you were about to finish as your stomach let out a loud grumble, causing for gwen to nod and extend a hand out to you to help you up. "i've got you, don't worry. breakfast is on the way." she said as you took her hand and stood up.

you and gwen ended up making breakfast together, what with her dad having left earlier that day, you two made it all on your own. though breakfast was great, you still felt the stinging pain and heaviness around your lower abdominal region, and every time you cried out even a little bit in pain, gwen looked over at you with concern and asked you what it was you needed, she'd get it for you. she brought you a hot pack when you told her the cramping was worsening, and before you even told her you needed them, she gave you pain killers right away. "i promise, i'll take care of you as long as you're here with me." she said as she placed her hand over yours and smiled at you.

you smiled back at her as you felt her hand on yours. you leaned close towards her and pecked a kiss on her forehead. "thank you, gwinny..." you thanked her as gwen felt herself blush a ton from your kiss, her cheeks tinting with dark reds and undertones of pink as her smile widened and she giggled involuntarily out of being flustered by your kiss. "no problem, love." she said as she kissed your forehead this time. you felt incredibly lucky to have her with you then and there, to have her understand and know exactly what you may need or want right then and there and just be with you and not assume for you what you need--you felt more and more safe and comfortable with her, when she's like this, maybe shark week'll be way more bearable with her by your side.

a/n: I NEED A GWEN IN MY LIFE PLEASE 🛐🛐🛐

tags !! @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @fiannee

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy fluff #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #ghost spider #spider gwen #spider woman

125 notes · View notes

mwaughf · 1 year

Note

HI CAN I REQUEST A GEPARD FIC IF ITS OKAY SBDJBDBS

The reader would be a florist and gepard would often visit her store to buy flowers since his hobby is growing flowers!! And they would have cute moments where he would ask for her help on how to properly take care of the flowers.

+bonus: when he asks her out, he gives her flowers that he successfully grown :DDD

AHHHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA AJDJDJXJSNXBSJSNC

Gepard once decided to go to your flower shop because he liked flowers. He saw your flower shop and went inside straight away. You heard the door bell rang and went to the front desk to assist the customer.

"Hello there, what can I help you with-"

You looked at him as if you just saw an angel, how could your heart not beat faster than it should be.

" Nothing much, but can you recommend me your choice of plant? "

"Yes, uhh- well- its over there, around the corner, you'll see a beautiful looking flower"

"Thank you, m'lady"

You felt like being choked to death, you couldn't breathe, your heart pounding faster then ever.

He bought the flowers and asked for you number so he can ask you on how to take care of those flowers properly.

•^° - - - - - °^•

when he ask for your advice, he always makes sure to dress nicely to impress you.

He shows you the flowers he had grown.

When a leaf got stuck in your hair when the wind blows, he would take it from you.

•^° - - - - - °^•

after a few months of hanging out together, Gepard realized something..

He went to the flower shop not only to get flowers, but it was also to see and talk to you. He needed to do something about it. He wants to be yours and yours only.

He got his successfully grown flowers and turned it into a bouquet. He puts in your favorite flower in it.

Gepard asked you to meet him at his sisters shop, he wants to talk about something. He asked his sister- serval, to close the shop so he could ask you out.

When you arrive at the store, You went inside. And the sight that your seeing right now, it made you drop a tear drop.

" I am the luckiest guy to ever live here, in this very planet, to meet you, to get to know you, to grow flowers with you, I feel so blessed. So, in return, will you allow me to be yours and yours only? "

"GEPARD, YES, YES, I WOULD LIKE THAT, I love you so much"

Gepard gave you the bouquet of flowers and you broke down in tears.

#honkai star rail #gepard x reader #gepard landau #gepard x you #hsr x reader

186 notes · View notes

starcrossedreaders · 1 year

Note

how about a late night drive fic with leon i think he would do it when your both bored or just wanna relax i just thought it would be sweet for this man to FINALLY GET A BREAK FOR ONCE with y/n by his side ( btw i love your fics they make my day!!!)

Author Note: Your request made my day! There's something about Leon driving a stick shift that makes me go wild, Enjoy!

Warnings: FLUFF!

The dim moonlight shone through your windows casting a shadow to form on your fiancé's form. Normally, it was your partner that would twist in turn in the late hours of the night but now you have taken on that burden. Soft snores filled the room as your twisted to watch Leon sleep peacefully. He is so deserving of this that you didn't mind not being able to drift off.

Wedding planning is more stressful than you imagined it would be. Leon has been so attentive and caring throughout all of it that it took some of the stress off, but still, you wish he would add his input instead of saying 'Whatever my baby wants'.

Lifting your body up a little you check the time on the analog clock on Leon's side of the bed. The dim red numbers read 1:35. Sighing you plopped your body back down.

Leon was never a heavy sleeper, especially when his beloved was supposed to be sleeping next to him. Your tossing and turning had jostled him from his slumber. Squinting his eyes open he could feel a slight tickling feeling along his arm. The first thing he noticed was you drawing random shapes along his arm.

Frowning a little bit he turned his head mumbling, "Wanna go for a ride?" His deep husky voice floated to your ears.

Halting your movements you nodded your head up and down.

"Okay, let me put some pants on then we can go," Leon shuffled out of bed and went in search for some sweatpants that were lazily tossed on the floor earlier that night.

You got up stealing Leon's old RPD hoodie that has seen it's fair share these days. Your bedroom door creaked open as Leon opened it for you with your shoes in hand. You took them from hand mumbling a 'Thank you' as you slid them on while walking out to your living room. Leon grabbed the car keys as he opened the front door for you.

"M'lady,"

"Why thank you kind sir," You nodded your head as you walked out into the dark night.

The cold air bit as your cheeks with a soft breeze tossing your hair around. Leon unlocked the car as he jogged past you to open your door. Ever since the first date he has always opened and closed doors for you, despite dating for 3 years.

The black leather seats bit into your exposed legs as you hunched over and slightly shivered. You teeth clattered as Leon sat down.

"Sorry baby, I'm moving as fast as I can," Leon was quick to start the car up and crank the heat up.

A rather loud rumble shook the car when it woke up. Leaning back you watched as Leon brought the E-brake back and got ready to leave the driveway. Grabbing the aux cord you scrolled through your playlists before deciding on Self-Care by Mac Miller. The speakers shook a little as music filled the small confinements of Leon's car.

Leon's hand rested on your thigh, occasionally lifting it to change gears. You laid your head on the window as you watched the different street signs. You guys stayed in this comfortable silence with Leon looking over the check on you every once in awhile.

"Whatcha thinkin' about my love?" His hand squeezed your thigh before he changed gears again.

"The wedding... Are you sure you like the colors I picked out?"

"Baby, I want this wedding to be your dream wedding. As long as I get to kiss you and say 'I do' I don't care about the rest,"

"I know, it's just... it's your wedding too, and you only get married once so I want it to be just as perfect for you as it is for me, y'know,"

"Hm I understand. What can I do to help you not feel this way?"

This is why you love Leon, he is always willing to better himself if there's a problem, always asking what's wrong and what he can do to fix it. It makes your heart flutter whenever he does it.

"Maybe, be a little more opinionated?"

"I can do that," He looked over at you with a smile as he squeezed your thigh again.

"Thanks Lee, I love you. Forever and always."

The rest of the ride consisted of some terrible karaoke to serious talks about what your futures would look like. It had been decided that you guys would try for two kids, and have 2 dogs with a pet lizard, Leon's idea of course.

When the sun kissed the horizon your head had ended up leaning on Leon's arm as your heavily eye lids dropped down over your eyes. Leon pulled up in he driveway when he looked down at your tired body. His love, best friend and partner in crime. He still couldn't understand how he managed to be able to call you his.

Leaning over his place a soft kiss in your hair before he mumbled:

"Forever and always my love."

146 notes · View notes

theearthwassoup · 1 year

Note

Okay so I saw that you write for Hela and in my opinion there isn’t enough hela fics out there so could you maybe write some Hela smut? 😳 Any kinks or whatever that you think fits her

Throne

a/n: hfivgeiwryfiuehgiuhw I definitely agree with you there, it’s a crime how little fics there are for hela! Thank you so much for this request, hela could hit me with a truck and i would say thank you (also, apologies for how late this is lol)

word count: 1.8k

You could die like this, you thought in a haze, as your goddess’s thighs trembled around your head. Quickly, you were loosing the ability to breathe but you found that didn’t bother you. All you could focus on was Hela’s rapid, almost frantic, movements as she ground her heat against your face, getting herself off. Occasionally you flicked out your tongue, passing through her folds with ease, basking in the soft grunt she would gift you. When you felt her thighs clench tightly, you prepared yourself for what was to follow. Soon, your goddess’s pleasure spilled onto your face, your tongue desperate to catch as much as possible. Help leaned back, lifting herself off your face, running one hand through your hair as she smiled down at you. You took in deep, sharp breaths, air filling your lungs.

“What a pretty throne you are.”

She whispered, leaning down to swipe her tongue through the cum on your cheek, the action making you whimper as heat shot down your spine. Hela kissed her way across your face until she reached your lips, devouring you, stealing the air you had just recovered. You rubbed your thighs together, whining into the kiss. Hela leaned back and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want something?”

Her voice was sickly sweet, condescending but you merely bit your lip and nodded. Hela moved her head so she was hovering over your neck. A pale hand came to lightly squeeze as she nibbled the skin that she wasn't touching. Her lips dragged up your neck until they reached your ear. You felt her warm breath fan over your skin and you whimpered, lust forming a haze in your mind.

"Then beg."

You let out a moan as her hand tightened around your throat with her words, your thighs clenching even tighter.

"Please, please, my queen, please let me come."

You heard Hela's dark chuckle as she sat up, removing her hand from your throat. You found yourself missing the pressure.

"Hmmm, does a pretty, naughty, thing like yourself even deserve to come?"

Her teasing tone made you bite your lip as you held back a whimper and rolled your hips.

"Please, m'lady, please."

In a moment, you were pulled off your back, your face inches away from Hela's. She leaned forward and bit your bottom lip, pulling it slightly with her teeth.

"You'll come once on my thigh or not at all."

Her tone was firm but warm as she navigated you to straddle one of her thighs. You mewled slightly at the feel of your panties sticking to your skin, reaching down to pull them off. Hela caught your wrist, shaking her head.

"They stay on, now move."

You obeyed, slightly grinding your folds on her thigh, leaving streaks of your juices on her pale skin, making her thigh glisten in the light. Your moans were gentle and quite as your rocked yourself back and forth on your goddess's thigh, feeling a warm coil in your stomach after a few minutes. Hela seemed to notice the increase in your movements and lifted your head with her hand, pulling you in for a fierce kiss. You moaned into the kiss, the coil in your stomach threatening to break at any moment. Her lips were soft against yours, her tongue licking along the seam of your lips, opening them so she could devour you. When she pulled away, she smirked at the glossy look in your eyes, bringing a thumb up to brush away a strand of spit that was threatening to dribble down your chin. She leaned forward, pressing her thigh hard against your heat, whispering in your ear.

"Come."

You let out a loud moan, your hips moving frantically as the coil broke, flooding Hela's thigh with your cum. It took a few minutes for your heart rate to calm down and the aftershocks of your orgasm to stop shaking your thighs. You had leaned your head down on Hela's shoulder as you took deep breaths, her hands tight on your hips. After a few minutes, you felt one of her hands reach under your panties, swiping through your folds. She brought the fingers up to her lips and swirled her tongue around them, her eyes lighting up at your taste.

"Oh darling, I want more of that."

Her voice rumbled through her chest, making you shiver. You felt her lean you back on the bed, your body still limp from your orgasm. She nestled herself between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. Her fingers ran down your panties and she leaned forward to give a little kiss onto your folds. She peeled the cloth to the side, revealing your glistening pussy. Hela took a deep breath of your mouth watering scent before diving in. Your moans were music to her ears as she swiped her tongue between your folds, gathering your wetness on her tongue as she moaned into you. She covered your pussy with her mouth, sucking lightly as her tongue pierced into your hole, fucking you. Sadly, she moved away, to both of your disappointments, using her fingers to part your folds, revealing your sensitive nub covered by a little hood. Hela cooed before swiping her tongue over your clit, flicking it over and over as your moans grew louder. Your body was still sensitive from the previous orgasm and you felt the familiar coil growing tighter and tighter. She moved her tongue along the entirety of your pussy, stopping every now and then to fuck you on her tongue before returning her attentions to your clit. When she felt your thighs start to tremble, she smirked, pressing kisses all along your folds before wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your vision went white as you came into her mouth, your hips held down by her superhuman strength. When you came to, you felt her mouth still on you, not stopping for a second. You felt two of her fingers slip into your pussy, your breath catching in your chest.

"Please, m'lady, I can't-" You were cut off by a particular thrust of her fingers, the pads of them brushing lightly against your g-spot.

"You can and you will." She whispered as she brought her free hand up to pull back the hood of your clit, revealing the sensitive, throbbing organ. Smirking, she breathed lightly against it before lifting her eyes to yours, making intense eye contact. In a flash, her mouth was on you, sucking and flicking your clit as her fingers thrusted in and out of you with intense speed. You didn't even have time to feel embarrassed as your third orgasm ripped through you, your vision going dark as your back arched off the bed before slumping into the soft sheets. Hela leaned back, gently pulling her fingers out of you and giving your clit one last kiss before licking her lips. She crawled up your body, brushing sweaty hair off of your face as she pressed a kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered with exhaustion as you gave your goddess a small smile.

"Give me one more, my darling, and we can sleep the day away."

You wanted to protest but you felt Hela's hands caress your body so gently, letting yourself relax even further. Nodding, you turned to nuzzle yourself against her warm body. Most people would assume the Goddess of Death would be as cold as her moniker but she was a blazing furnace, a comfort of the chilly nights in Asgard. Hela pressed a kiss against your temple, rising from the bed. You let yourself rest as you waited, listening to the noise of Hela rustling through your toy box, anticipation rising within you as you wondered what she would choose. When you felt her weight once more on the bed, you opened your eyes to see Hela wearing a thick strap, black a sleek like her swords. It was just wide and long enough that you wouldn't be too sore but just long enough to hit you in all the most pleasurable places. You made grabby hands at your goddess, who chuckled as she grabbed you ankles, dragging you closer to her. The tip of the strap pressed against your opening and you whined, desperate for Hela's cock. The goddess smirked as she pressed into you, her fingers tracing ancient Asgardian texts into your skin. She let you get acquainted with the feeling of being filled for only moment before thrusting into you. It was powerful yet gentle, it wouldn't be so overwhelming if you hadn't come three times already. Hela smiled at your thriving form, tracing her hands down your body.

"I love it when you're all sensitive for me, you make the best noises." She accompanied her words with sharp thrusts, her strap hitting your spot square on. You let out a high pitched moan as Hela pulled you into her lap, into a sitting position, the strap never once falling out of you. Your mind was foggy with pleasure as you wrapped your arms around her neck, burying your face onto your arms. Hela wrapped her arms around you, thrusting up once and twice before she stopped. She ground the strap into you, rubbing against your g-spot in utter pleasurable bliss. Your moans went straight to her core, the breathiness of them hitting her ears. She rocked the two of you back and forth, grinding her hips into you. You knew the strap was also rubbing against her own pussy and you pressed your hips down, making the grinding even more pleasurable for the both of you. Hela let out a moan, gripping you tighter. You felt the familiar coil within you, burning hot from your previous orgasms and overstimulation. Hela thrust into you powerfully, one, two, three times before she reached down and pressed her fingers against your clit, rubbing it intensely.

"Come with me, my darling, come with me."

You could only follow the orders. Your body shook against Hela's as your orgasm rolled through you in pleasurable waves, exhaustion wracking through your body as you slumped against her. You felt her own body tremble slightly as she too reached completion. For a few minutes, you both sat there, taking deep breaths to calm yourselves. After a while, Hela pulled out, making you whine from the sudden emptiness. She shushed you gently, kissing your forehead and cheeks as she took off the strap. She went into the bathroom and came out with a warm, damp, washcloth. She seemed to have cleaned herself off previously as she gently cleaned between your thighs. You sighed against the gentle ministrations, sinking into the soft sheets. You felt Hela leave the bed once more before she returned, pulling you against her as she pulled the comforter over the both of you. You felt the dwindling hands of sleep pull you deeper into the bed, your eyes growing heavy. Hela pressed a kiss behind your ear, nuzzling her face into your neck as her arms wrapped around you protectively.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up."

a/n: wow. idk how I feel about this but I hope it was ok and thank you so much for reading! this was my first time writing for Hela so she was probably a bit OOC but anyways I hope to write for her more (if anyone would like that)

#hela x reader #hela odinsdottir #hela mcu #hela odinson #hela smut #hela odinsdottir x reader #fem!reader

363 notes · View notes

delilahcalicocat · 28 days

Note

Hey! Could you do a story with Drew McIntyre and a female reader where they are married. He just came home from a live tour. They wind up having a romantic night with lots of love making.

A/n: Yes, sorry if this fic is a little bad. I have never written for Drew before. But I am super excited too!

♤~ I'll Be Calling In Sick..~♤

{Rating: Fluff, Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected sex, Kissing, Making out, use of sex toys, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Swearing.}

{Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Wife!Fem!Reader}

You'd been awaiting your husband's Return home, being gone so long made you physically crave him.

You weren't going to admit that to him though, you'd be punished for that..

So that day, you'd worn a black latex-like top, with a miniskirt. Something you knew would get you in trouble with him.

He walked in the door, with a simple: "Honey, I'm Home."

He then spotted you on the couch in your... outfit...

"What the fuck are you wearing Y/N?" He questioned

"Clothes? Why do you ask?" You said with a smirk tugging at your lips.

"If you consider that clothes, I must be a fuckin' fairy or something." Drew remarked.

"Why do you think your a fairy? Did you not expect your wife to be wearing this? I was waiting for you to come home Drew." You said, standing up and walking towards him

"Y/N, you were actually waiting for me? It's hard to believe that.." Drew said

"You're not exactly aware of what you do to my thoughts when your gone..." You said into his ear.

Those words awoke something in Drew, his eyes widened and his head snapped towards your face.

"Bedroom. Now." He said coldly, you hurried up the stairs.

He was following behind you.

As you walked into the bedroom, Drew was getting ready to close the door, as soon as he did. You two were making out, as he held a small bullet vibrator to you..

He broke the kiss for a second, making you moan and gasp a little.

Without warning, he then slid into you.

Basically making you cockwarm, as you were both tongue-tied.

Eventually, you two went back and forth. A fight for who was on top.

You had won that battle, only for Drew to flip you over on your back and fuck up into you.

"D-Drew..." You moaned

You kept chanting his name, you and him were an unbreakable bond..

You loved Drew... and he Loved you.

After many hours of love, Drew got up to get a washcloth for you.

You glanced at the clock..

"Drew! We spent 12 hours of the night?!" You said, noticing it was 6:00am.

Hed gotten home at 6:00pm which is when you both started..

"Calm Down, I'll Be calling in sick for tonight's show." He said.

You both cleaned up and then you both passed out, only to wake up at 12:45pm.

"How 'bout another round m'lady?" He joked

"Don't even think about it. My legs already are numb." You said.

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe fanfiction #drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre fanfiction #drew mcintyre smut #drew mcintyre x reader

26 notes · View notes

nuncscioquidsitamor-13 · 9 days

Text

moments we stole

⋆˙⟡♡ (summary): your father gives you an announcement

⋆˙⟡♡ (warnings): arranged marriage, reader not wanting to get married, the father was a bit mean rn

⋆˙⟡♡ (notes): Yayy I'm glad to be writing this. I have to credit @angelscherryblossoms for the idea :D This is not a request and this is chapter one for a multichap fic.

Masterlist Next

⋆˙⟡♡ (taglist): @kozumesphone @mershellscape @solangelotus @angelscherryblossoms (lmk if you want to be added/removed)

Dear Atlas,

Today was the day that ruined my life before it even truly began.

You sighed, eyes fluttering close with slumber still lingering on your lashes. Your maid was doing your hair, a spectacular updo that screamed opulence. Although one would assumed you'd been in pain with how much they were tugging on the strands but it was part of your routine at this point.

"All done m'lady." your maid said, her warm brown eyes flickering down for a moment. You smiled graciously, standing up (still in your silk nightgown) and patting her arm. She looked back up at you, seemingly surprised by any sort of kindness from you. The expectation of royals being cruel breaks your heart.

She rushed off to her bed where her morning gown was laid out. Of which she quickly dressed in as to ensure she does not miss breakfast. Although your father wouldn't allow her to starve, he would likely give her quite the lecture if she was late.

"Good morning Percy." You greeted your brother with a gentle smile of which he returned...along with tugging on one of your braids. You stuck out your tongue, even with the giggle bubbling through your system.

Finally you sat down, eyes sweeping across the grand room. It was ridiculous, the amounts of food and decorations filled the dining hall. It was enough to feed your entire kingdom yet it was just breakfast for you and your family. (As much as you loved your father, he left much to be desired as a ruler.)

"I have something important to tell you, dear." Your king explained, stern gaze set on your face. He was in his king mode, not bothering to be a father. You steadied your own expression, appearing as diplomatic as a politician.

"Tomorrow morning you will marry and move in with Prince Rowan, your fiance. He is from the neighboring kingdom of Arias." He explained, taking a bite of the sizzling bacon broken hands cooked for him. Why must he act as if this was simple talk? Like he was merely mentioning the weather.

"I'm not marrying somebody I have never met." You replied, unable to maintain the calm facade. A frown tugged at your lips, like betrayal made gravity weigh heavier.

"I am your king and you will do as I say. This will strengthen our union so you will marry Prince Rowan." He barked, a crease between his brows at the ferocity of his tone. You flinched, head down in defeat.

Standing up, you decide to at the very least leave with a harsh blow to his heart. You gathered your strength barring it against you as an invisible shield and you looked upon your father and king.

"First you lost mother and now you're losing me." You said quietly, the whisper of truth sending shockwaves through your father's brain. He faltered for a second, regret pooling in his eyes. Yet he said nothing as you left, the train of your dress flowing gently with the self made gust of wind (from how fast you'd began walking.

Percy brushes his hand against yours to gather your attention, your stride faltering slightly. He gave you a gentle smile, sympathy and support mixed within the love he holds for you.

"It'll be okay." He whispered, and you hoped it to be true.

The next morning was quite a blur, servants if all sorts rushing around to get you packed. You'd move in before the wedding happens since it is happen while you are living in Rowan's palace.

Your entire life had been packed up and stored away in the carriage you would ride to the neighboring kingdom. It was time for you to say goodbye to your family and leave for good.

Holding a small bag and dressed in your most comfortable (while still being elegant) dress, you waited for your father and brother to be waiting for you.

Percy appeared, a forlorn smile across his face. One you surely matched. Immediately getting close to you, he wrapped you into a hug.

"I'm going to miss you, [name]." He whispered, his tears dotting your skin. He let go and wiped his eyes, remembering what his being a prince entailed.

"I'm going to miss you as well, Percy." You replied, blinking away the tears that might ruin your delicately put on makeup.

You looked around, wondering where your father was. Did he truly feel frustrated enough to not say goodbye to his only daughter?

"He was busy with work." Percy said, as though he read your mind. You tried to hide your disappointment but by the way Percy frowned you could tell he saw it.

"Oh, alright. Tell him I said goodbye." You replied, forcing a sweet smile on your face, etiquette lessons helped you learn to maintain.

Percy nodded and looked down, watching as you entered the carriage. It was strange how almost numb you felt leaving your only home and only family. Everything you've ever known vanishing from your eyes.

You were more so nervous about Prince Rowan. You hoped you could learn to love him. (and that he could learn to love you.)

32 notes · View notes

localhunn-y · 1 year

Text

its you

sirius black x reader

summary: spending time with the group is fun and all, but when you and sirius end up alone at hogsmeade, plans for the future are discussed.

w/c: 2.5k

notes: she/her, hanging with the mauraders, sirius casually saying you're the one, talking about life after hogwarts, first real fic so be nice & not really proofread, trying to figure out pacing

~~!~~

Calloused hands brushing together, the soft hum of music playing out of a shitty radio, knees bumping together when adjusting on the couch. Peace. Sirius Black was peace.

You didn't know how long the group had been sitting in the common room, as the sun had went down and almost everyone had cleared out of sight. There was a small gathering of friends, listening to music and casually drinking on a quiet friday night.

"Pads," James broke the silence, offering him another swig from the bottle he was currently holding. Sirius took up the offer without hesitation.

After taking down the rest of the drink, Sirius sat it down on the table, "I think we should go exploring. I'm quite bored."

You looked up at him from your seat on the worn leather couch, raising your eyebrow ever so slightly at the suggestion. It wasn't a horrible idea, but it would definitely lead to trouble as everyone had a bit too much to drink.

"Agreed! Let's go," James nodded, pushing himself up from the couch and bringing Lily up with him. As they stood, he pulled her against him, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek which earned a groan from Remus.

Remus shrugged and Peter happily agreed to whatever was suggested as he just wanted to be included. Sirius turned to look at you as he stood and offered you his hand, which you gracefully took. He let go as you steadied yourself, but your hand was still warm from the gentle touch.

You would like to think no one knew, but you were completely and utterly in love with Sirius Black. Remus might have known, but the other boys were more than likely blind to the fact. You'd like to think you hid it well. Typically, it would be no issue, you'd make the first move and you could have who you wanted, but Sirius was different. He made you nervous, he made you freeze up whenever the thought crossed your mind. Perhaps it was his reputation or maybe the fact that you didn't want to ruin your friendship, but you couldn't muster up the courage with the boy.

Sirius skipped across the common room, while James and Lily hung all over each other and followed behind him. You, Peter, and Remus chose to walk together.

"Hey," Remus spoke as you crossed through the portrait, "I'm probably overstepping my boundaries here, but do you love him? I can't help but notice the look you get on your face when he's around and the not-so-subtle affection. I'd support it, by the way." He rambled, probably from the liquor. Normally, Remus wouldn't be this forward.

You looked over at him, "what?" But you knew, and you had always known that he knew. He just sighed and shook his head with a brisk 'nevermind'.

You all carefully walked around the castle, checking the map for any professors who may be monitering the halls, and eventually made it out to the black lake. It was deemed as the groups 'spot' back in first year, and many memories were made there. It's where James and Lily made it official, it's the first place that you went with the marauders after being pulled into friendship with them through Remus, and many nights had been spent sitting out there just talking and enjoying each others company.

James and Lily sat down by the water, using James' jumper as a seat. Peter attempted skipping rocks. Remus had found a nice spot under the tree to rest on. That left you and Sirius.

Peter had grabbed the radio on the way out out and there was currently a soft song coming out of it. Sirius came up beside you as everyone fell into place and extended his hand to you, "M'lady," he bowed, "may I have this dance?"

You giggled, grabbing his hand. He immediately pulled you towards him, clumsily leading you into a slow dance. He rested a hand on your hip, swaying back and forth to the song. Peace.

You looked up at Sirius and realized he was already looking at you, a huge grin plastered on his face. "You know," he started, "I am very... very happy we're friends. Bestest of friends. I couldn't have asked for a prettier best friend. Except for James, I guess. He may be a tad bit prettier."

"Sirius, I couldn't have asked for a more handsome best friend. Except for Remus, of course," You nodded towards Remus, offering him a smile.

Sirius gasped, dramatically pushing you away from him and holding a hand over his heart. He fell to his knees, "Why, oh why would you scorn me this way? I am flabbergasted! Hurt! Betrayed!"

"At least you win the title for most dramatic," you laughed.

He continued with his performance, leaning down and pretending to kiss your feet, "Please, I am begging you! Say I'm the most handsome best friend! Remus could never compare to my charm and charisma, Y/N!"

"Hey!" Remus chimed in, feigning disappointment.

"Sirius Black, you are the most handsome, beautiful, pretty, best friend I have ever had the pleasure of knowing." You meant that, but he didn't have to know that.

"You mean it? Really?" He wiped a fake tear, "Thank you. I am truly honored."

You shook your head, continuing to laugh at the silly boy as he stood up. He wrapped you in a tight hug, slightly lifting you off the ground as he did so. When did he become so strong? "I take back what I said too, you're way prettier than James!"

The two of you broke apart and Sirius gave you a brisk smile before walking over to see what James and Lily were up to. You all stayed out for a few more hours, talking and laughing to yourselves about anything and everything. It was two o'clock in the morning before you all settled into bed.

You woke early the next day, despite going to bed so late and decided to head down to the common room so you could get some alone time and read a bit before everyone began trickling in. But, of course, Remus was already there.

"Morning!" You greeted as you stepped off of the last step, walking over and plopping yourself next to him.

"G'morning, how'd you sleep?"

"I slept okay, I wish my body didn't make me wake up so early. I would have enjoyed a bit more than 5 hours of sleep," You sighed, leaning back into the couch.

Remus nodded in agreement.

"So, how was your dance with our dear Sirius last night?"

"Oh, Moony. Always so observant. It was fine, we danced and he was dramatic as always." You smiled.

"Indeed. I still support it, by the way. Why don't you just talk to him?"

"Why and how would I go about that? We're best friends, you heard the man."

Remus shook his head, "Pretty best friends," he quoted. "I don't know. What is gonna happen when we leave Hogwarts? You're going to wish you had tried and you know it."

Just as you were going to reply, Sirius waltzed down the stairs loudly, "Goodmorning to my bestest friends in the whole world!"

"Morning, Sirius," You and Remus spoke at the same time.

"Comrades, may I have a word with you?" He spoke calmly, which was a bit unusual. "I think I might be in love."

Remus rolled his eyes, "Sirius, be serious. You would never give up your life of having a thousand girls hanging off of your arms."

"That's where you're wrong, Moony! Very wrong. I'm in love with...," He sighed dramatically, "Sleeping! I'm so in love with sleep. But, unfortunately, it was rudely interrupted by James' insufferable snoring. I will kill him for coming between me and my one true love."

Sirius plopped down beside you, pressing his entire side into yours. Your knees bumped together and your cheeks faded into a light pink, but thankfully neither boy noticed.

"But, I was thinking, maybe I should get a girlfriend. We are 7th years, after all. James has Lily. Remus has books. Peter has... Peter."

"Sirius, you do not need a girlfriend," Remus shook his head, setting his book down on the table in front of him.

You listened to the two boys go back and forth on the subject, choosing to not really give any input. Why would you, after all? You didn't want to see Sirius with anyone, especially not in a formal relationship.

"Enough on that, Sirius. Do as you please. But I'd quite enjoy some breakfast, so I'll see you lot later." Remus nodded a goodbye to you and exited out of the portrait, which left you and Sirius alone.

"So, lovely, what do you have planned on this magnificent day?" Sirius nudged his shoulder against yours, fully focusing his attention on you.

"I don't know, actually. I was probably just going to lounge around and read. What do you have planned?"

"Nothing, which is why I think we should go to Hogsmeade. I suspect James will be busy and Remus will want to study. Wanna go?"

"Perhaps... What's in it for me?" You teased.

"You get to be with me, of course! The greatest gift of all. I would say it is an honor to be invited out with someone as handsome as myself."

"Oh, I deeply apologize. You're completely right and I shouldn't take that for granted."

Sirius barked out a laugh, "So it's a date?"

Your breathing hitched for a moment, but you collected yourself enough to reply, "it's a date!"

Later that morning, the two of you began your trek to Hogsmeade. Sirius was currently going on and on about a prank that him and James had been working on to get Severus back for the things he had said about Lily. You listened intently.

At some point while the two of you walked the streets of Hogsmeade, Sirius had slung his arm around your shoulder. Anyone passing by would have most likely thought the two of you were a couple, and for a moment, you almost forgot that you weren't.

"Butterbeer?" Sirius interrupted your thoughts, nodding to The Three Broomsticks.

"Yes, please!"

You found your way inside, picking a small table towards the back of the shop while Sirius greeted a random, younger Gryffindor student that you didn't know the name of. He joined you shortly after.

"I can't believe the year is almost over. What are we going to do?" Sirius spoke first. This was the first time he had even mentioned the end of the school year.

"I'm not sure. I was hoping to get a place, maybe a roommate or two and find a career that I wouldn't absolutely hate. It's all so daunting."

Sirius nodded, "I can't stay with James forever. I think he wants to get a place with Lily. I'm not sure where I'll go."

"We could get a place together, Pads! If you wanted to. It'd save us a few galleons, that's for sure."

"Oh! That's a good idea, but I don't know. I wouldn't want to impose like that. Plus, I don't really have a source of income." He shook his head, taking a swig of butterbeer.

"We'd figure something out, I'm sure."

Getting a place with Sirius scared you. You don't know why you even suggested it. You were in love with him and he didn't feel the same way. It would never work, but you just wanted to be close to him. You wanted to make sure he wasn't homeless. Maybe, in the back of your mind, you thought he'd fall in love with you too.

"I would love to do that with you. You are my pretty best friend, after all. If it isn't James, there's no other choice but you! There is Remus, of course, but I have a feeling he'd much rather live alone." Sirius spoke, a smile plastered on his face.

"Then it's a deal! We'll find a place together. Although, if you do plan on getting yourself a lady, do you think it'd be odd? For you and for your future lover, that is. I wouldn't want to ruin any potentials."

Sirius laughed, "If I'm being completely honest, and I don't know why I'm telling you this right now, it's you."

You were caught off guard, to say the least. You leaned back a bit, sitting up straighter. "What?"

"Yeah. Sorry to break the news at the most random time, but when is there going to be a better time?"

"Sirius..." You started, "I don't know what to say. You caught me way off guard. Do you mean that? I mean, if you did, why are you still messing around with other girls?"

"I'm not, not really. I haven't for a while, at least not this year and only for a bit last year. It sounds stupid and I know it may be hard to believe as I haven't really been forward with you." He shrugged nonchalantly. Why was he so calm and casual about this? It felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest with this new confession.

"Okay," you placed your hands on your cup that was still full of butterbeer, "why? Why are you being so casual about this?"

"I'm not sure. I thought it'd be this big, important thing but really it just feels natural. It feels so normal to just say these things to you. But, seriously, it is you. James knows, you can ask him. I know I haven't shown it, I get that, but I didn't want to force anything onto you. You started talking about us getting a place together and I was thinking about how I need to find stability and grow up a bit and now just feels right. I hope I haven't overstepped your boundaries." Sirius reached his hand out to you, offering for you to take it. You did and he intertwined your fingers so effortlessly.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips as you tried to process it. "I feel the same, you know. I haven't shown it either, but that was for the sake of friendship. Remus knows, you can ask him."

Sirius laughed as you copied what he said and gave your hand a small squeeze, "So, it's us then?"

"It's us, Sirius," you smiled, squeezing his hand in return.

Right on cue, James and Lily walked in. James immediately spotted the two of you and quickly took note of your intertwined fingers. A knowing smile graced his lips as he nudged Lily to look in your direction.

"Well, well," James interrupted, taking one of the empty seats at your table, "it happened then?"

Sirius grinned, holding up your hands that, by the way, fit perfectly together, "Indeed it did, Jamie boy!"

Lily sat down next to James, offering you a thumbs up. Every person at the table was truly at peace. You were complete, you had plans for the future, and you couldn't be more excited about the way fate had happened.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #marauders #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n

156 notes · View notes

leiawritesstories · 8 months

Text

To Honor And Cherish

Rowaelin Month, Day 25: Arranged Marriage

A/N: Hi everyone! If you remember As I Am, it was a Regency AU crossover fic that I started when i was still very much a baby writer. Lol I'm still a developing writer, who are we kidding? Anyway, that fic has a very special place in my heart, but it was...just too much, too complex to properly handle. So.......I did a little mini rewrite with just Rowaelin! because I loved their story and it was an excuse to rewatch Bridgerton S1 😂

All that to say, here's a little mini Rowaelin rewrite of AIA, and i hope you enjoy :))

Word count: 4,670 (oops)

Warnings: none ;)

@rowaelinscourt

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Numb, Aelin stared out the carriage window, firmly refusing to look across the small but opulent vehicle and meet the gazes of her parents--her mother, teary-eyed with wistful pleasure; her father, proud of his accomplishment in achieving the best marriage match of the Season. The lace trim along the neckline of her simple, pale blue morning gown itched at her collarbone, and she focused on the slight discomfort, using it to control her roiling emotions. Before she was fully calm, though, the carriage rattled to a stop, and she realized with a small jolt that they had arrived.

"Aelin, darling." Baroness Evalin Ashryver reached across the carriage and touched her daughter's gloved hand. "Shall we?"

"Haste to the wedding, as it were," Aelin returned, dryly.

Evalin frowned. "It is as if I taught you nothing of decorum." She took her husband's arm and stepped elegantly out of the carriage. "We have but three hours, darling."

"I am highly aware of that fact, m'lady," Aelin muttered under her breath, accepting the footman's assistance as she exited the carriage. As she followed her parents into the west entrance of St. Paul's Cathedral, she spared one final glance at her family's carriage, knowing that it may well be the last time she rode in it.

Baron Rhoe Galathynius allowed his wife to lead the way towards the bridal rooms and fell into step beside his daughter. "The Duke is a good man, Fireheart," he murmured. "I promise, I have never been careless with your future."

A small corner of Aelin's heart softened. "I trust you, Father." She tucked her hand into the crook of his arm. "I simply feel...well, to be perfectly honest, I feel disregarded by this whole process. I know the conventions of our society, but I thought we were going to be more of a partnership when it came to my marriage." She couldn't help the hint of reproach that crept into her words.

"That was my intention, too," Rhoe admitted. "However, your mother is...a very determined woman, and when she came to me with her shortlist of suitors, it was not in my best interest to reject it outright."

"I see."

"I did my best to investigate each of the men on that list," Rhoe continued. "As I said, I have never been careless with your future, my Fireheart."

Aelin sighed delicately and flicked a grateful look up at her father. "I know." Her posture stiffened, just a fraction, as they approached the door to the bride's preparation rooms. "I quite liked Dorian, you know."

Rhoe's lips twitched with amusement. "I doubt he would have made much as a husband, though."

That brought a hint of a chuckle from Aelin's throat. "I never said I was considering him as a husband, though he certainly did make a clever suggestion: a nominal marriage, in which we were perfectly happy together with our own, ah, partners."

"Ah, Havilliard," Rhoe chuckled. "Dare I say he may not have made the most ideal husband? He'll certainly be a fine honorary uncle, though, I'm sure."

"He will." Aelin squeezed her father's hand. "Oh gods, the door approaches."

"It will be alright," her father assured her. "And if it is not, write to me and I will take care of it." The steel in his eyes drove home his promise.

"I love you, Father," Aelin whispered, rising onto her toes to peck a soft kiss onto his cheek.

Rhoe smiled. "I love you too, my Fireheart." He held the bride's door open. "I'll see you in a few hours."

Aelin took a controlled breath and walked through the door. The instant the thick oak door clicked shut behind her, Evalin was leading her off down the short hallway into a lovely, sunlit room, where a flurry of attendants swarmed around the women already gathered there, busy curling and arranging hair, applying cosmetics, steaming and fluffing dresses, and assuring every lady present that it was going to be a perfectly lovely wedding day.

"I feel as though I may vomit," Aelin murmured.

Evalin waved at one of the maids. "Please bring a basin; the bride has nerves." She patted Aelin's shoulder with a brief, perfunctory attempt at comfort. "It is perfectly normal to feel anxious before your wedding, darling. I could hardly stop trembling on the morning that I married your father."

Aelin cracked a faint smile. "Why, Mother, I thought you were always the very picture of composure."

"Hardly." For a moment, Evalin's rarely-seen softer side made an appearance. "I believe I'd only met Rhoe three or four times before we were married, and we were little more then formal acquaintances when our parents signed the betrothal agreement."

"That's three or four times more than I've met the Duke," Aelin mused.

"I trust your father's judgment." Evalin's tone was noticeably cooler. "You will make a fine Duchess, darling."

Aelin didn't reply, choosing to focus on the sudden flurry of attendants encircling her, helping her out of her dress and into simple undergarments and a white satin dressing gown. She let them lead her to a chair, sat down, and watched in the mirror as her lady's maid twisted her hair into an elegant knot.

"No, no!" Evalin snapped at the maid. "She is a bride! She must wear her hair up higher for the veil!"

"Leave it, Philippa." Aelin held up her hand. Evalin frowned in disapproval, opening her mouth to overrule Aelin's wishes, but Aelin calmly folded her hands in her lap and fixed her gaze onto her mother's in the mirror. "I am the bride, Mother, not you." Steel and flame underlaid her words, a subtle but strong note of command.

Disapproval and shock bloomed over Evalin's feature, but she said nothing.

"Very well, milady," Philippa said quietly. The young, dark-haired lady's maid--only a few years older than Aelin was--tucked the last two pins into Aelin's hair and flicked her mistress a tiny but immensely proud smile. "What do you think?"

"It is perfect." Aelin gave her lady's maid and longtime companion a grateful smile. "Mother, would you please oversee my cosmetics? You know how little experience I have with all of that."

Placated, Evalin directed Philippa to apply simple makeup to Aelin's face, enhancing her clear skin and soft lips and concealing the faint shadows beneath her eyes. Though she was only twenty-one, Aelin had long since struggled with poor sleep, and it manifested in the circles smudged under her eyes.

"There," Evalin announced. "Lovely." She touched Aelin's shoulder. "Has your stomach settled, darling? It is time for the dress."

"My stomach will survive," Aelin returned. She stood and followed her mother into the next room, where she removed her dressing gown and allowed Philippa and two other attendants to busy themselves with arranging her undergarments.

"Deep breath, milady," Philippa prompted. Obediently, Aelin inhaled deeply and held the breath, keeping her face carefully blank as Philippa tugged with practiced ease on the laces of Aelin's corset. "Very good, milady, just another few seconds." With a final sharp tug, she tied the laces into a neat bow. "Exhale, milady."

Aelin released her breath with careful control. The corset was as restricting and uncomfortable as always, cinched tightly around her waist and stomach, drawing her already-ladylike figure into a conventional image of a lady with an impossibly small waistline. "Well, I would prefer to breathe properly, but thank you, Philippa."

Philippa dipped her head. "All things for the beauty of the bride." She helped Aelin step up onto the small, round, raised platform in the middle of the dressing room. "Up you go, milady." She and two other attendants helped Aelin step into her wedding gown--a beautifully tailored spill of white silk that molded closely against her bodice and fell into a cascading, lace-paneled skirt with a cathedral train. Soft cap sleeves laid over her shoulders, paired with matching white silk gloves.

"Oh, my daughter," Evalin whispered, tears misting up her eyes. "You are the perfect portrait of a bride."

"Stunning, milady," Philippa murmured into Aelin's ear as she adjusted Aelin's skirts.

Aelin simply stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, wondering where she had gone and when this porcelain-faced doll had replaced her. She felt oddly separated from her emotions, as if she had somehow stepped out of her own body and was watching it go through the motions of being a bride.

With light-handed gracefulness, Philippa tucked the two silver combs of the lace veil into Aelin's hair and gently tossed the airy spill of hand-wrought lace, allowing the two layers of material to drift naturally down Aelin's back. "Look at you," she whispered.

Aelin looked. "You truly work wonders," she said softly, the corners of her lips curling up.

Philippa smiled. "Hardly. Let's get you to the wedding, milady."

In a rushed blur, Aelin was helped into her shoes, handed a huge, almost cloyingly sweet bouquet of roses and lilies, and led down a series of winding hallways until she stood before the great wooden doors to the cathedral nave where her father was waiting.

"A vision," he murmured, pride and joy shining on his face.

Aelin managed a faint smile. "A nervous vision."

Rhoe chuckled quietly. "Not to increase your nerves, Fireheart, but everyone is ready. They are all waiting for you." He tucked her hand snugly into the crook of his elbow. "Shall we?"

A strange sense of calm descended over Aelin, and she felt her resolve return, turning her spine into composed steel. "We shall." She nodded to Philippa, who stepped forward and draped the upper layer of her veil over her face, arranging the lace so Aelin could still see. "I am ready."

With a great groaning creak and a thunderous swelling of organ music, the cathedral doors were swung open, revealing Aelin and Rhoe to an eager audience of hundreds of society's finest. Rhoe walked Aelin slowly down the aisle, his steady presence at her side keeping her sane, keeping her on her feet.

Halfway down the aisle, Aelin could finally clearly see the man standing at the altar, waiting for her. The Duke of Doranelle. Her soon-to-be husband. He was tall--taller than her father--and broad-shouldered, his perfectly tailored black suit clinging to the kind of well-muscled physique that made her think he'd served in the army. His hair was tied back in a short tail and powdered white, as was traditional, his face had the kind of elegantly structured planes and angles that would make a sculptor cry with joy, and his eyes--pine-green and piercing--were honed in on her.

He looked about as tenderhearted as a block of ice.

Refusing to be the timid, demure bride this duke no doubt expected her to be, Aelin locked her gaze onto the duke's and kept it there for the remainder of her procession down the aisle.

Rhoe stopped at the base of the four steps leading up to the altar, just in front of the waiting duke and the bishop. The bishop, in full clerical finery, opened the book in his hands and offered a polite smile.

"Dearly beloved," he began, "we are gathered here today to witness the divine institution of holy matrimony." He spoke on for another minute, then turned to Rhoe and Aelin. "Who gives this woman to be married to this man?

"I do." Rhoe spoke with conviction. He took Aelin's hand from his arm and, at the nod of the bishop, laid her gloved hand in the duke's outstretched, gloved one.

The duke's large hand closed around Aelin's, and she felt the oddest sensation flicker at the base of her spine. She cast a cool, appraising look at the duke through the lace of her veil, a spark of satisfaction flaring within her at his tiny, well-concealed inhale, and returned her attention to the bishop.

The wedding ceremony droned on and on, and Aelin let the words spill over her, not paying too much attention to anything except the way her corset dug into her ribs and the too-strong scent of the massive bouquet of flowers in her free hand. She snapped back into focus when the bishop directed her and the duke to turn towards each other for the exchange of vows.

Facing her, his deep pine gaze locked onto her turquoise one, the duke spoke first, repeating the bishop's prompted words. "I, Rowan Whitethorn, take thee, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and health. I vow to thee to honor and cherish till death do us part. In the presence of God and man I make these vows."

The bishop nodded slightly at Aelin and murmured the words. She spoke, her voice clear and unwavering. "I, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, take thee, Rowan Whitethorn, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and in health. I vow to thee to honor and cherish till death do us part. In the presence of God and man I make these vows."

She could almost sense the finality of the words.

The bishop motioned at one of the groomsmen, who stepped forward with a small white pillow upon which laid two gold bands. One was thicker and wider, a man's ring. The other was more delicate, crowned with a square-cut emerald. The bishop spoke words over the rings and then directed the duke--Rowan--to place the ring on Aelin's finger.

With surprising gentleness, Rowan lifted Aelin's left hand and slipped the silk glove off of her arm. Cradling her smaller hand in his large one, he looked into her eyes as if trying to read her soul and slid the ring onto her finger, the coolness of the gold quickly warming to her skin.

At the bishop's prompting, Aelin unbuttoned Rowan's glove and slipped the white cotton material off of his hand. With her still-gloved hand beneath his now-bare one, she returned his searching, probing look and slid the ring onto his callused, tan finger.

The bishop flipped a page in his book. "I hereby pronounce thee man and wife," he proclaimed. Applause rippled through the cathedral in waves, the assembled congregation clapping politely for the newly married Duke and Duchess of Doranelle. The bishop waited for the applause to quiet down, and then spoke the last few words of the ceremony. "You may kiss the bride," he concluded.

Rowan reached down and lifted the veil off Aelin's face. With the lace no longer between them, his keen gaze roved rapidly over her face as he tilted his head down and touched his lips to hers. It was barely a whisper of a kiss, more ceremonial than anything, but in those few seconds of contact, Aelin had the oddest sense that she wanted to know what a real kiss from that man felt like.

As the organ burst into joyous swells of music, Aelin laid her newly ringed hand upon Rowan's offered arm and walked beside him down the aisle and out of the cathedral. Sunlight beamed down upon the newlywed couple, and she blinked at the brightness of its glare.

There was a gentle tug on her hand. "Here," Rowan prompted, leading her down the cathedral stairs towards a waiting carriage. It was simple on the exterior, its boxy frame glossy, the doors engraved with the crest of Doranelle. A footman opened the door and placed a stepstool on the ground, and Rowan steadied Aelin as she gathered her trailing skirts over one arm and stepped up into the carriage. Inside, it was paneled in deep green silk, the seats well-cushioned and comfortable.

She sank into one seat with a suppressed groan of relief. Rowan settled into the seat opposite hers, his brows quirking with something that might resemble amusement if he possessed human emotions.

"What?" she inquired, deceptively polite. "Have you never thought that perhaps a woman grows exhausted after spending hours standing in uncomfortable shoes that pinch her toes and shift all her weight to paper-thin soles and tiny little sticks of heels?"

Rowan opened and closed his mouth several times, struggling for words. "I confess I had never thought about that, no."

"Typical." Aelin adjusted her skirts, lifted her veil over her shoulder so as not to sit on it, and fixed her attention on the city slipping past outside the window.

Across from her, Rowan shifted in his seat. Clearly, he had not anticipated that she would ignore him--typical male arrogance. It was only a few minutes before he spoke. "Aelin."

Though the sound of her name on his tongue did funny things to her heartbeat, she ignored him.

"Aelin," he tried again. She still paid him no heed.

So he turned his head towards the opposite window and set his jaw in a hard line. They passed the remainder of the carriage ride in tense silence, only exchanging looks and a perfunctory touch when they arrived at the Galathynius home in the city for the reception and Rowan escorted her out of the carriage and into the house.

The whole thing flew past in a blur of greetings, pleasantries, gifts, a delicious dinner that Aelin barely tasted because her corset made it nearly impossible to properly eat, toasts, dancing, and finally, being swept off to change into travelling clothes. She blew out a short breath of relief as Philippa helped her out of her wedding dress.

Her lady's maid laughed. "Better?"

"So much better," Aelin groaned. "Do you know how awful it is to walk around with ten yards of silk following you like a stray cat?"

"Sounds horrendous," Philippa agreed. She buttoned up the back of Aelin's simple satin travel dress and laid her lightweight cloak around her shoulders. "Enjoy your journey, milady. I will see you once you reach Doranelle."

"You are the best." Aelin squeezed Philippa's hands affectionately. "I left a little something for you in my dressing-table." Tucked into the drawer was an envelope containing a small sum of money for her ever-faithful lady's maid. "I look forward to seeing you at our new home." She smiled and went down the stairs.

Rowan waited at the base of the staircase, the lines of his face etched in granite. He had changed from his formal black wedding suit into brown trousers, vest, and jacket and a white linen shirt and washed the powder from his hair. She was mildly surprised to see that beneath the powder, his hair was light brown and slightly curled at the ends.

Evalin enveloped Aelin in her embrace. "You will make a wonderful Duchess," she murmured. "I look forward to visiting you once you've settled in." Aelin smiled and turned to her father.

Rhoe wrapped his daughter in his arms. "I'm so very proud of you, my Fireheart," he whispered. "Write me if you need anything. I'll keep your mother from invading, as much as I can."

Aelin chuckled. "Thank you, Father."

Rhoe grinned at her and turned his attention to his new son-in-law. "I will not hesitate to do anything my daughter asks of me," he said, his words edged with paternal warning. "Take care of my Fireheart, Your Grace."

"I will, sir." Rowan linked Aelin's arm with his. "Are you ready?"

"I am." With a final wave to her family, she and the duke left her family home, climbed into his carriage, and began the silent drive towards his estate in the country.

As evening deepened into night, Rowan glanced at his watch. "We should be stopping for the night in half an hour or so."

Aelin raised her brows. "At an inn?"

"No. At Mistward House." He offered no further explanation.

"Forgive me for not memorizing the details of each of your holdings before the wedding, Your Grace," she deadpanned.

His controlled expression did not even budge. "Mistward House was my mother's dowry property. Doranelle itself is another half day's journey from here."

"I see."

Shortly later, their carriage pulled to a stop in front of a brownstone manor house with ivy trailing up parts of the walls and warm golden lamplight shining from a few of the windows. It would have been wonderfully welcoming under any other circumstances, but all Aelin could think of was the very real possibility of what might happen inside that house in not very much time.

Rowan climbed out of the carriage and held out his hand, and she accepted it as she stepped down from the carriage. He escorted her inside and made a brief greeting to the few staff who were there.

"Everything is ready just as you requested, Your Grace," the middle-aged lady who must have been the housekeeper said. "It it so good to see you here again, even if only for the night."

"Thank you, Mrs. Ellys," Rowan returned, a hint of warmth in his tone. "We shall see if we visit Mistward later in the summer." He turned back to Aelin. "This way."

She followed him down the hallways, memorizing the simple path back to the front entrance as they walked. He stopped in front of a dark wooden door, paused for a few seconds, then pushed the door open and led her into a warm, softly-lit bedroom with wood-paneled walls, a large, soft-looking bed, and a small fire crackling behind the fireplace grate. In any other context, it would have looked positively homelike and comforting.

Rowan closed the door with a muted click, and Aelin suddenly realized that despite what she'd wondered, there would be no separate bedrooms, not that night.

"There is a washroom through that door," he said, pointing towards a door near the back of the room.

She nodded, took her small bag of nightclothes, and headed straight into the washroom. The door had a lock, so she locked herself in the small but sparkling clean room, braced her hands on the edge of the sink, and breathed as deeply as she could while still confined by that godsdamn corset. With almost robotic movements, she took off her cloak, dress, shoes, stockings, and undergarments, untied the laces of her corset, and carefully, painstakingly loosened the damned contraption until her lungs were free and she could throw it to the ground.

As always, the corset's boned structure had left red imprints along her sides. She frowned, chose to ignore the marks, and pulled her soft cotton nightgown over her head, letting the comfortable material settle against her skin.

After washing her face, Aelin pulled the pins from her hair and left them beside the sink. If the stone-faced duke took issue with her leaving her hairpins in the washroom, he could stuff the pins up his ass. She ran a comb through her hair, tied it back in a loose braid, and left the washroom, resolved to continue ignoring her husband for as long as possible.

Her husband, in return, barely spared her a second glance as he went into the washroom, dressed in his own nightclothes. He was in there for a short time, the splashing of water indicating that he was washing up like she had. She took the opportunity to drape her dress and cloak over the dressing screen in the corner of the room and take a slow walk around the bedroom, half expecting there to be some kind of secret entrance.

She had already climbed into the (very comfortable) bed when Rowan emerged from the washroom and methodically blew out each of the lamps in the room before climbing into the other side of the bed, his back turned to her.

Perfect. The less contact she had with the man, the better.

Aelin awoke in the middle of the night with Rowan's arm draped over her waist, his hand skimming her hipbones through the fine material of her nightgown.

Blindly, half-panicked, she jerked sharply away from him and his touch, pulled the sheet over herself, shut her eyes tight and mentally screamed at herself to breathe, gods damn it! She managed a short breath, and then another, and a deep breath, and another, and another.

As her head cleared, she opened her eyes, finding her husband awake, sitting upright a full arm's length away, his unfaltering eyes latched onto her. Concern and fear were written written all over his face.

"Aelin?" he whispered.

"I'm here," she croaked.

Worry and rage clashed in the depths of his gaze. "Who hurt you?" he breathed, primal violence simmering just beneath the controlled softness of his voice.

"Why do you care?" she whispered, defensive.

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, and when he met her gaze again, muted pain joined the storm of emotions roiling in the depths of his stare. "Because my bastard of a father hurt my mother, and I swore an oath to never be anything like him."

It was the most human she'd ever seen the duke be in their few hours of knowing each other.

A tiny corner of her heart softened at the rawness of his words. "It was...an associate of my father."

Rowan pushed the sleeves of his nightshirt up, exposing his forearms. "Will you tell me who, Aelin?" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I do not mean to pry, but I...if the man is still alive, I will end him."

"He is long since dead, and he was Lord Hamel," she said, simply.

"Arobynn Hamel?"

"Yes."

He exhaled slowly. "Hamel was one hell of a bastard," he whispered, roughly.

She just nodded. "I've always wondered if it makes me a horrible person for being happy that he's dead."

"It doesn't." The swiftness of Rowan's reply shocked both of them. He sighed. "It does not make you anything but justified, Aelin."

There was that infernal flutter in her guarded heart. "I might just have to admit that you're human after all."

A half grin curved his lips. "How might I prove my full humanity to you, Your Grace?" Gods burn her, the man had a sense of humor.

She shrugged indifferently, tamping down the part of herself that wanted to squeal like a little girl. "You could start with letting me get a full night's sleep." Maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the fact that she was overwhelmed from the events of the last day, or maybe it was sheer insanity, but then she let a smirk curve her own lips. "Or, if you intend not to sleep, you could give your wife a kiss."

Rowan inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring with surprise. "Say that again."

"I was under the impression that you weren't the command-giving type." The snarky retort tumbled unbidden from her lips.

In a single, smooth move, he was inches away from her face, his arms braced on either side of her--enough space that she didn't feel trapped, but close enough to feel the heat of him. "And I was under the impression that you wanted a kiss, Your Grace."

A lazy grin unfurled across Aelin's face. "Kindly give your wife a kiss, Your Grace."

"Never stop calling yourself my wife," he murmured, and he kissed her. At first, it was a soft brush of his lips, then he sank one hand into her hair and deepened the kiss, slow and leisurely and unhurried.

After a long, blissful moment, she broke the kiss, leaning slightly back to catch her breath, and a huge yawn split the air between them. She laughed, softly. "Good night, Rowan."

"Good night, Aelin," he murmured. She settled back down into bed, and he tucked the covers up over her. His arm lingered around her shoulders, hesitant, hopeful. "Is this alright?"

The warmth of him was still strange, but comforting. "Yes."

She fell asleep with her duke's arm around her and the warmth of his body behind her, solid and steady and protective, nothing at all like the ice-faced man who had sworn vows to her just that morning.

will there be more? who knows... ;)

~~~

TAGS:

@live-the-fangirl-life

@superspiritfestival

@thegreyj

@wordsafterhours

@elentiyawhitethorn

@morganofthewildfire

@backtobl4ck

@rowanaelinn

@house-of-galathynius

@tomtenadia

@julemmaes

@swankii-art-teacher

@charlizeed

@booknerdproblems

@chronicchthonic14

@earthtolinds

@goddess-aelin

@sweet-but-stormy

@clea-nightingale

@autumnbabylon

@darling-im-the-queen-of-hell

@llyncooljones

@silentquartz

#my writing #rowaelin month #rowaelinmonth #rowaelin month 2023 #rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin au #regency au #rowaelin regency au #to honor and cherish #100000% bridgerton and p&p inspired #gotta cite my sources lmao

88 notes · View notes