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Hello lovely reader! This is my Alan Rickman Characters One Shot book! The way I want some of this story to go is putting the characters in different situations and writing about how they'll react. I don't think I'll be doing any AUs but I will have stories that will be separated into parts, this is so I won't have a 10,000 word story and lose the readers interest.

It also will insure you can get some smut and action with your character! ;))

I will also be taking some requests! So if you'd like one about yourself or a situation that you make up DM me, you'll need to explain the situation you want, your name, if you want smut or fluff, and how you look! I'll mark these stories with your username and the emoji corresponding to the character!

Speaking of these are the emojis that go with each character, this is so you can read the story about the character you want and to cause less confusion!

Colonel Brandon= 💐
Hans Gruber= 🔫
Harry Trevor= 💍
Judge Turpin= 👨‍⚖️
P.L. O'Hara= 🎭
Severus Snape= 🐍
Sinclair Bryant= 💵
Sheriff Nottingham= 🗡
Alexander Dane= 👽
Elliot Marston= 🤠
Lionel Shahbandar= 🦁
The Interrogator (Michel Johnson)= 🕵️‍♂️

If you'd like me to add another character tell me and I will, it may take a while because I have to watch the movie they're in! As of now I'm trying to get through ALL of the Alan movies, so it's probably on my list anyways!

I hope you all enjoy!

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You were getting ready for the Christmas party at Nakatomi Plaza, your work place. You wore a slick black dress that fit perfectly. Your hair was pulled up in a bun and you looked at yourself in the mirror. You smiled softly and smoothed out your dress.

You looked at the clock and sighed, confused why your date wasn't here yet. You were already late enough. You'd planned to leave early because you hated big crowds and people. You sighed and walked to your door, "If he isn't going to be here. Fine." You opened the front door and got in your car, driving to Nakatomi Plaza.

You saw the tall building in front of you, thankfully you didn't live far. You had a bad feeling in your stomach about tonight but you always felt that way going to these parties. You pulled into the parking garage and laid your head on the steering wheel.

"Why didn't he come..." you groaned, you hated being alone you were already stressed enough! You went to the front desk and smiled at the security guard. "I'm here for the party... I uh... work for Mr. Takagi..." the guard nodded, "Then you know your way up." He spoke harshly.

You blushed slightly from embarrassment. "Oh um... right..." you pushed your hair behind your ear and quickly walked to the elevators. The only noise in the hall was your heels clicking on the granite floor. You cleared your throat and waited on the elevator to come down. To your right there was another security guard.

He was staring you down, it's like you could read his mind, some men were such pigs. You scoffed and stepped into the elevator, rolling your eyes. You laid your head on the cold metal, trying to find some relief in the headache that had started to grow from your stress. The elevator dinged and it rang in your ears, echoing through the small metal box. You looked out at the big party and gulped, taking in a sharp breath.

You hesitantly stepped off the elevator and a man came around with a tray. You snatched some champagne and closed your eyes as you drank it. You weren't the biggest drinker, but hey, it was Christmas after all.

As you circled the room you looked around, people watching. It was then that your date rammed right into you. "Gillies!" You said in surprise, looking at the man. He looked jacked up, it was your work friend Holly who made you ask Gillies to go with you. You knew she only did it to get him off her back but you didn't mind, it was the least you could do.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled unintentionally being very loud, drawing eyes to you. You looked down, not wanting attention. "You didn't pick me up like we discussed..." you whispered. Gillies chuckled and shook his head, there was a white substance that stood under his nose. "I forgot." He announced, his arms going out by his side.

You nodded softly, "Oh... ok..." you turned around and started to walk away when Gillies grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him. "I wish I hadn't. You look really..." he leaned close to your ear like he had a secret, "Sexyyyy..." he dragged out. You shivered and he smirked, "Trembling already?" You scoffed, "Oh for all the wrong reasons." You barked.

When you tried to rip your arm away gun shots rung out. Gillies pulled you close to his body and got down, using you as a shield. Screams and cries echoed through the room and your heart beat raced as you tried to look around. Men with machine guns were ushering people into one big group. Gillies pulled you with him and placed you in front of him, holding your arms tightly.

A man stepped in front of all the others, not holding a weapon. He held what seemed to be a journal. Your heartbeat was in your ears, I'm going to die... we're all going to die. Is all you could think. Your thoughts were so loud you couldn't hear what the man was saying as he walked around the room. He stood in front of you, his russet eyes bore into yours and you gulped softly.

Your shoulders were to your ears out of discomfort and your arms were burning from where Gillies was squeezing you to death. You looked into the man's eyes, almost pleading to say something, anything. But he didn't. He just continued to walk, "1955." He said clearly. Once he crossed Mr. Takagi he spoke up, "Enough." He said firmly.

The man turned around and raised his brow, a smug look on his face. "And father... of five." he added. You looked at Takagi and gulped softly, "I am Takagi."

The man smiled, "How do you do? It's a pleasure to meet you." It was then that a blonde man ushered him away and Gillies let you go. As Takagi walked past the crowd you grabbed his jacket. It was almost second nature. You couldn't watch this and just let him go alone. The blonde man looked at you angrily and the man in the suit approached you.

"Trying to be a hero, are we?" He barked somewhat calmly. You still held onto Takagi, everyone stared at you. "I can't just stand around and watch this happen." You mumbled, your words almost coming out like vomit. "Very well." He grabbed your arm and lead you to the elevator with Takagi. He passed you to the blonde man and he threw you both into the elevator. You stumbled a bit on your heels.

"Now now Karl. Be careful with the lady." He grinned at you and you shivered. As you went up you gulped softly and the man started to hum Christmas Carols to break the silence. It made everything worse, you just wanted to go home. You were so cold.

"Nice suit. John Phillips, London. I have two myself." He boasted, a smile on his face, looking at Takagi. The elevator opened and they all stepped out. The man looked back at you and frowned slightly, raising a brow, "Come now my hero. We haven't got all day now so we?"

You looked down from his eyes, you felt so sick, so very lousy. The man sighed and pulled you out himself. "Regretting certain decisions? Ms...?" He trailed, whispering to you. You shook your head and he grabbed your chin softly, turning your head to face his. He had a curious look on his face. You ripped your chin away and he nodded, handing you off to one of the goons.

He looked at all the models around the room, observing, still humming. "And when Alexander saw the breath of his domain, he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer." He quoted. You closed your eyes tightly, your breath shaky, these were your models, the ones you constructed with you own hands.

You spaced out a bit, remembering all the time it took you to make them. All the effort, the blood, sweat, and tears. It was your passion, you loved being alone with things to do. It was in solitary where you found your minds potential. You just wanted to disappear from here and go back into your dark room to work on your projects.

"Now tell me Mr. Takagi. What's hero's name?" He referred to you, snapping you from your trance. Takagi looked at you, sorrowful. "Ms. (Y/F/N)." He said without hesitation. A smirk tugged at the man's lips, "Good." He said, ushering the two of you into the sitting room. "My friend here has some questions for you Mr. Takagi."

You gulped softly and pushed your hair behind your ear, sitting down and closing your eyes, you wanted nothing to do with this. Nothing at all, so you sat at the far end of the room, furthest away from anyone.

They were talking about robbing the corporation and you looked up, blinking. The man now had a gun, he was unscrewing the silencer. Your breath shuddered and he demanded for a code. Takagi tried to explain that it was no use to him but the man seemed to have no mercy. It was then that he started to count down. "No..." you whispered. "One... two..." he placed his hand on the gun. "Three."

Takagi looked panicked, beads of sweat running down his face. His voice was high, "I don't know it, I'm telling you. Get on a jet and fly to Tokyo and ask him... you're just going to have to kill me." You froze and the man pointed the gun at him, "Okay." He said, pulling the trigger. Blood coated the wall behind Takagi and you shrieked. The man looked back at you before standing and giving his team orders.

There was a thud outside the door and all the heads turned. Karl and another man ran to check out the noise and the man walked to you, looking you up and down. "Forgive me Ms. (Y/N). Seems as if I've forgotten there was a lady present." You looked at him in absolute horror, you'd seen Death before, but not like that. "Come with me." He ordered, you followed, not wanting to end up like Takagi.

The men outside frantically searched the area and the main man looked disappointed. "See to Heinrich. I'll take the girl with me." He looked behind him at the black, younger male. He wore glasses, he didn't look like a killer, he looked a bit dorky. "Now... You can break the code?" He asked, the dorky man chuckled, "You didn't bring me along for my charming personality."

The man smirked and lead you to the elevator. You didn't dare make eye contact with him. "Hans." He said, breaking the thick tension. You looked up at him and then back down, "Now we're all acquainted."

You sighed softly and they got off on the vault floor, they left you outside the elevator and walked away to talk business. You looked at the elevator and clicked the button, "Please... please..." you begged at the elevator to come already. Hans was suddenly behind you, they were done talking. "Not so Smart of you Ms. (Y/N)." He muttered, looking down at you. You slowly turned around and looked up at him.

You studied his face in silence. You couldn't deny that he was handsome. Come on (Y/N). He's a cold blooded killer who is going to put an end to you too! You thought "Daddy issues..." you whispered. He cocked a brow, "I don't see how you calling an elevator has anything to do with your father." You looked shocked a bit and blushed looking down.

Hans hummed and the elevator arrived, you tried to step back into it but he grabbed you and started taking you to the stairs. His walkie sounded and there had been a fire alarm pulled, "Call 911." Hans said, you sighed, hope. "Give them the officers badge number and tell them it was a false alarm." You looked away, nevermind.

Once you got to the floor with all the guest they all looked at you and Hans. He directed his goons to go check the floor in which the alarm went off. Hans lead you down the stairs and put you with the rest of the hostages, "I'll come back for you Hero." You looked away from him and Gillies eyes were wide. He tried to reach for you once more but you turned and looked at him, "Don't even think about it." You commanded. Gillies' eyes got wide and he nodded.

Hans smirked slightly as he gazed at you. He leaned against the table of refreshments, eating what looked to be something sweet. "I wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, cooperative. Not a lot to ask, Alas, your Mr. Takagi did not see it that way, so he won't be joining us for the rest of his life."

People gasped and many looked back to you and you gulped, your face red. The elevator dinged and a woman screamed. Hans ran over to the elevator and his shoulders fell a bit. You couldn't see exactly what was happening, all you could hear was Hans mumbling. His voice raised and he started to speak in what you recognized as German. Something was up, Hans came storming back into the room and looked at you before going into his office, Karl following him.

You watched through the glass in the office and saw Karl turned the desk over. Hans slammed him against the window and you watched him carefully. "What did you see (Y/N)?" Holly asked, putting her hand on your shoulder. You flinched slightly and looked back at her, shaking your head. You sniffled softly and closed your eyes. Holly sighed and frowned, bringing you into her motherly embrace.

"Derjenige, den Sie sich für Hans interessiert haben, macht sich praktisch die Augen aus." (The one you've taken interest in Hans is practically sobbing her eyes out.) One of the guards spoke into his radio after some men ran out of his office to the stairs.

Hans walked out of his office and looked at you, a concerned look on his face. He walked to you and Holly held you tighter, pulling you away from him. "I'd like to speak with Ms. (Y/N)." Hans spoke. Holly shook her head, "I'm not too sure she can say the same."

You sniffled and shook your head, wiping your face. Holly sighed softly and let you go. Hans grabbed your hand and lead you into his office. "Talk to me."

A/N: This is part one! Please proceed to part two if you want to see how much you really mean to the suited man.

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You sat down across from him and shook your head, glancing at the gun on his desk. He followed your eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "Three minutes ago... not even... you were crying. I come to console you. And you choose not to utter a single word."

You look up at him, almost offended. You wiped your nose, your mascara running down your cheeks. "Well maybe if you come back in three to five business days I'll finally realize that the man who killed my boss in cold blood is a tender man who just wants to know what's wrong." You retorted, clenching your fist.

Hans chuckles and sits back in his chair, "Fair enough." You rolled your eyes and put your face in your hands, all you could see was Takagi and his frightened expression. Hans sighed and arose from his chair he closed the blinds and walked behind you, softly rubbing your shoulders.

You furrowed your brows, not expecting this at all. It was comforting. You leaned into his hands and relaxed a bit. "Because of your reaction, that is the first time you've seen something like that." He muttered, it was like he was completely detached from the world. You just nodded softly and he told Fritz to leave the room with a wave of his hand.

He tilted your chin up and back to look him in the eyes. His eyes were gorgeous and said a million words in which his lips didn't. "That man out there. The one using you as if you were nothing but battle armor. You wouldn't happen to... be infatuated by him?" You shook your head softly, still hypnotized by his face.

"Good." Hans said, letting your chin go and sitting back down. You sighed softly and relaxed in the chair. "That's better Ms. (Y/N). Now... will you talk to me?"

You sighed and crossed your legs, you fixed you dress and glanced at him. "I've only ever seen death once..." you whispered. "I- I've never seen someone shoot another human." Hans leaned forward on his desk, he was really listening. "I see."

"And you didn't hesitate... at all..." you frowned and scratched your neck. "Well. I've had a lot of... practice." Hans said, studying you. You cringed at the words and nodded. "I'm sorry... that was inappropriate." You looked away and fixed the bra strap that was falling down your shoulder. Hans watched your hand carefully. "Daddy issues." He grunted.

You looked up at him, a confused look on your face, "It took me a while. But I know what you mean." Your eyes got wide and you blushed, looking down. "Yeah..." he chuckled softly and sat back in his chair, "I'll be your daddy any day."

Your face became a deep red and you looked up at him, blinking. You gulped softly and was compelled to stare into his eyes. The endless oceans of brown captured you. It was then that you realized your noses were brushing together. The door flew open and Hans stood, looking at his goons, "He wasn't lying about Marco. He's down on the street. The other man was Heinrich. And his bag is missing."

Hans looked to the side, "But he had the detonators." You sighed softly and Hans picked up his walkie. You placed your head down on the desk and touched your nose where his brushed. "We have to shut him up! He's going to tell them everything!"

Hans' smooth and strangely calm voice snapped back, "Let him. I'm waiting for the FBI to come. Until then, he can waste as much time as he likes, but we must find the bag. Take the girl out to the hostages, I must have no distractions." You looked up at Hans and he didn't look at you. Karl grabbed your arm and pulled you back to Holly.

Holly frowned softly and looked at you. You shook your head and sat down, taking off your heels. Gillies grabbed your arm, "Alright. Here's my plan-"

"I don't want to hear it Gillies." Gillies furrowed his brows, "What you think you got a better plan?" You nodded softly and pulled your knees into your chest. Holly huffed and signaled one of the goons over. He walked over and raised a brow, "I'd like to talk to your leader please. I have a few requests." The man sighed and pulled her to the office.

You put your face in your knees. "What's your plan (Y/N)?" Gillies asked, not touching you this time. "I'm going to seduce him." You mumbled, Gillies eyes got wide, "WHAT?!" You cringed at his volume and closed your eyes, saying a prayer. "YOU'RE GOING TO SEDU-" you whipped around and punched Gillies right in his throat.

The goons chuckled and reached for their radios. "Hans... du musst das sehen, dieses Mädchen denkt, sie kann dich verführen! Geh unter deine Haut! Gott, die Frauen sind so-" (Hans... you have to see this, this girl thinks she can seduce you! Get under your skin! God, women are so-)

"Send her in." Hans commanded. They smile and two walk to you, "Boss man wants you." You whimper softly and stand, walking to the office. Holly looks back at you, a concerned look on her face. "You're free to go. I'll get your requests sorted out. Mrs...?"

"Gennero. Miss. Gennero." Holly storms out and you look at Hans, your palms were sweating and you felt like you were going to throw up. "Hans.." you whispered. He didn't say anything, just looked at you. His eyes traced your curves which were hugged in your dress, unlike Gillies and the security guard you actually liked him to look, you wanted him to look.

"Come here Ms. (Y/L/N)." You nodded and slowly approached him, you stood in between his legs and he dismissed his goon, once the door shut he pulled you down into his lap. You gasped softly. "My men inform me that you believe that you can seduce me." He raised a brow and cocked his head to the side. "You believe that's your ticket out of here." He whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

Warmth grew in your stomach, some of it rising to your face in the silence. "C-Can I... at least try...? It's worth a try I think..." you said sheepishly. Hans hummed, "Very well." You smiled softly and let your hair down, you fluffed it out and grabbed his chin softly. Hans scanned your face with his highly observant eyes.

"May I kiss you Mr. Gruber...?" You brushed his nose against yours, kissing it softly as you waited on an answer. He hummed once more and you took that as a yes. You connected your lips hesitantly and Hans took a breath in through his nose, sitting up in his chair. You smiled and deepened the kiss, making it hungry to let him know what was going through your mind.

Hans roughly grabbed your hips and bit down on your bottom lip. You groaned and opened your mouth to him. He immediately explored every nook and cranny, you could feel him growing harder by the second. You smirked softly and pulled away from the kiss, the two of you just stared, trying to catch your breath. You cleared your throat and fixed his tie and hair. You smoothed his jacket out and got off his lap, walking to the door.

You heard a gun cock and your hands shot up. "I don't remember saying you were done." His voice husked, he was angry and horny, your favorite combination. You bit your lip and turned back around, looking at him. "What? I seduced you. My job is done." You quipped, Hans got up and walked to you, pressing the gun to the bottom of your chin, "You're far from done little Poppet."

You smiled and held your head up, trying to get away from the gun. Hans grabbed a fist full of your hair and lead you back to his desk. He forced you to your knees and grabbed a scrunchie from the desk and put your hair up in a bun. He then pulled you under the nook in his desk. "Perfect." He muttered, his eyes were no longer that brown but a pitch black. His pupils were blown and lust was swimming around his head.

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Hans unbuckled his belt and nodded at you. You pulled his chair closer and reached in his pants, "Oh fuck." You said, immediately regretting your decision. Hans raised a brow, he was throbbing. "I don't have time to mess around Poppet." You nodded and pulled him out. You just stared at him for a second. "I uh..." Hans' jaw clenched and he grabbed your hair, "Open. Now."

You complied and he shoved you down onto him, you immediately choked and he started to fuck your throat roughly, you grabbed his wrist and closed your eyes, trying to relax. He was too much to just take. He started to slow down and you started to control it a bit more. Swirling your tongue around him. He moaned softly and his head fell back. "Good girl... very good girl."

You blushed softly and decided to show him what you can do. You relaxed your throat and took all of him. You swallowed around him and he arched his back, he moaned out your name and grabbed onto your head and pushed you all the way down. Stuffing your mouth full with his seed. You hummed and swallowed all you could. Once he was finished you pulled off and looked up at him, wiping your mouth.

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Hans looked down at you sternly and you fixed your hair. Hans put himself back in his pants and kissed you once more, holding onto your neck. You hummed and smiled. Strobe lights shined through the windows and Hans got up, grabbing his walkie, looking out the window. "So. They'll be coming, everyone get ready. (Y/N). Go back with your friends."

Your jaw dropped, "Hans ple-" Hans looked at you, confusion and anger, "I don't want to hear it. Theo. You're the eyes now." He turned back to the window and you looked down, going back to the group. You no longer looked pretty, your make up streamed down your face. "I'm guessing your plan didn't work." Gillies spat. "Go to hell..." you said, your voice breaking.

The blinds opened and you watched Hans as he stood at the window, looking out onto the front where the police were stationed. His face was hidden by the shadows in the dark room but by his stance you could tell he was confident. You sat back in Holly's lap, you know she wouldn't ask questions. You closed your eyes tightly and just breathed.

The entire building shook and you shot up, you watched Hans draw back from the window in shock. He walked back to his desk and one of the goons started to speak with him. Hans picked up a pencil holder and chucked it across the room out of frustration.

Gillies snorted some more of that powder and stood, Holly looked at him, "What are you doing?!" He shook his head and fixed his tie, "I'm tired of sitting here waiting to see who gets us killed first, then or your husband." You looked at Gillies with a shocked expression, "Sorry babe. Your plan didn't work. I negotiate million-dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash."

You grabbed onto his sleeve, "You're going to get yourself killed Gillies!" He ripped his arm away and looked at one of the goons, "Hey. Sprechen sie talk, huh?" The goon grabbed him and lead him to Hans. You watched them in the window, everyone did.

Gillies walked cockily as always, he was going to die. Hans looked baffled by his words, Gillies sat down and you looked at Holly. She shook her head and grabbed your arm, rubbing the bruises from earlier that had formed from when Gilles was holding you.

You sighed softly and rubbed your arms, looking back at Hans. He was now on a radio. He handed it to Gillies and he was smiling brightly. Gillies was making big gestures and Hans was smirking at him softly. "Oh god Holly..." she looked at you and furrowed her brows, "What is it?"

Hans picked up his gun and your eyes filled with tears, "I've seen that look Holly." You shivered and Hans pointed his gun at Gillies, not hesitating to pull the trigger. Many around screamed and Holly held you close. Hans got up from his desk and held the walkie out to the screaming people. You looked into his eyes with fear and he shrugged at you.

"Talk to me! Where are my detonators!" He yelled, "Where are they or I'll shoot another one! Sooner or later I'll get to someone you actually care about!" You flinched slightly at his raised tone. He was back to talking on the radio at his desk. You buried your face in Holly's chest and hugged her tightly.

Holly suddenly held you tighter, forcing your face into her chest, you sniffled and gulped softly. "Let's go Poppet. I don't have time for this." Hans barked you shuttered and looked back at him. He tilted his head and grabbed your arm. Pulling you up and taking you with him, they pulled Gillies' body out of the office and you tensed up.

Hans looked at where he was holding you, the bruises from earlier catching his eye. "He hurt you. Chose his life above yours. Why do you care for him?" The both of you walked up the stairs, Hans let you go, you continued to walk with him. "He was my date tonight."

"I thought you said you weren't his." You looked to the side, "I'm not. He didn't come pick me up. Said he forgot." You rolled your eyes out of embarrassment.

"How can a person forget someone as ravishing and heavenly as you..." Hans said as you stopped at the floor the explosives where on. You blushed and shrugged, Hans tilted your chin up with his finger so you were forced to look into his eyes. "Some men aren't worth the dispute of intimacy." He kissed your forehead softly and opened the floor door, leading you through the maze of explosives.

He sets his gun down on one of the rafters and put you in front of him, you grab the gun and look at him. "Don't try it Poppet." You shake your head and reach around him, sliding it in the back of his waist band. He raises his brow and you put your finger over your lips. You lead him forward, giggling softly kissing him. He pulls away and you go back to the kiss, hopping down he follows you and his eyes grow wide.

You feel a gun pointed to the back of your head, "B-Babe...?" You stutter, looking at him with fear. Hans tackles you to the ground and looks at the man holding the gun, "Oh! You're one of them! Please! Please! Don't kill us! She's pregnant! W-we just found out!" Hans said in an American accent. You follow along with Hans and buried your face in his suit, holding your stomach like you'd seen pregnant women do.

"Alright! Alright! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you! Calm down!" The man lowered his gun and helped the two of you up, leading you into a side hallway. "What are you guys doing here!?"

"We got out of there... escaped through the bathroom... we were heading to the roof to send a help signal.." Hans looks at you and you hug his neck. "I don't see wedding rings." The gun man mumbled, you pushed Hans' shoulder, "Some people just don't have the balls I guess." You answered, looking as pissed as you could.

John nodded, "I see." Hans rolled his eyes, "So you don't work for Nakatomi Plaza, you aren't one of them..." Hans put you behind him, in preparation to shield you in case the man got trigger happy.

"I'm a cop, from New York." He smiled and observed Hans protecting you.

Hans raised a brow and the man offered him a cig, Hans gladly took it and you threw it on the ground, "I thought we agreed to quit for the baby." You retorted, really just wanting him to not smell like cigarette smoke. Hans scowled and looked back at the man, "Women and their demands." He chuckled and nodded.

"So how did a man all the way from New York get out here?"

The guy chuckled softly and nodded, "Yeah. Who knew. Got invited to the party by mistake. I'm John. John McClane."

"Clay." Hans spoke, his response being almost too quick. "Bill Clay."

"And your woman?" John looked at you from over Hans' shoulder. "(Y/F/N)." You said softly, "Hopefully soon (Y/N) Clay. Isn't that right honey." You sassed.

Hans rolled his eyes, "In time my dear. In time."

John nodded, looking between the two of you. "Ever use a handgun before Bill?"

"If the ones that shoot red paint count, sure."

John nodded and handed him a gun. You watched it carefully as he loaded it and realized there was no bullet in the chamber. You remembered back to the Morris Code you took and coded "No Bullets" into Hans' lower back.

John started to walk and Hans examined the gun you pulled the one from his waist band and observed Hans' way of holding it.

The gun was heavy but you took a deep breath and held it out, looking at the sight you were lined up with John's head. Thank god your dad took you hunting all those years ago. You were educated enough to know what you were doing. You clicked the safety off and John froze. Hans smirked at you softly and your hand shook, "There you are Poppet." He said in his normal accent. "Now John. Put the gun down."

A/N: This is part two! Please proceed to part three, the last part, if you wish to continue to read!

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John raised his brow and nodded, "I see." He took his hand off his gun and then stared at you. You didn't remove your hand from the trigger. Hans furrowed his brows and looked at you, "You want to do it. Don't you Poppet." He whispers into your ear. "He's causing so much trouble..." you whispered.

Hans smirked, "He is..." Hans stands behind you and smiles evilly. "Please (Y/N)... I don't even know if that's your name... but please... I have kids... just like you're about to!" You shook your head and look at Hans he was the devil on your shoulder. "Go on. Get your fill of the kill and then I'll fill you." He pokes you in the back with his hard on.

You gulp softly and look at John. "I'm sorry..." you whisper. You shot him once in the shoulder and then again in each leg. Hans' grip tightens on your shoulder and you push him off, walking over to John. "You're married." You said looking at his finger.

John looks to his finger and tucks his hand behind him, it was evident that he was in horrible pain. "My father always used to tell me the best you could do for an injured animal when they're wounded is to put it out of its misery." John looked up at you, "Please..." he whispered. You shot him in the head and dropped the gun.

You were shaking and you fell to your knees. Hans spoke in German into his walkie and jogs over to you, he scoops you up in his arms and the elevator dings. "Bring him to the thirtieth and check the explosives." He picks up his gun and puts it back into his waist band. The goons nod and follow his instruction.

You wrap your arms around Hans' neck and he holds you bridal style, "It's going to be alright (Y/N). I'm so proud of you Poppet." Karl drags John to the elevator with you and Hans. You look down at his lifeless eyes and Hans forces your face into his chest.

You get off on the Thirtieth floor and Holly looks at you in Hans' arms her eyes then wander down to Karl and John. She gasps and covers her mouth. People gasp and scream. "John..." Holly runs over to him and Hans looks to her. "Miss. Gennero." He utters. Holly looks up at him and quickly scoots away, "You killed him!"

You squeezed Hans' jacket and he looked down at you, you looked pale and sick, blood spatter on your face. "He was causing problems." He storms into his office and takes a stapler and pen. He staples a note into John's body. "Throw him out the window. We need to get out of here."

Karl nods and leaves the office. Hans sets you down and takes his handkerchief from his pocket, wiping your face off. "You have a choice here Poppet." He sets you on the office couch and studies your face. "You can go with me. Or you can stay here and live a normal life."

"Where are you going...?" You whispered, Hans shook his head, "I cannot tell you." He lifts your chin, "Miss. Gennero is your friend. Is she not?" You nodded softly, "I guess..." he hums and walks behind the desk, showing you the family photo. Your eyes go wide and you cover your mouth. "Stay here with the widow... or come with me and have the best time of your life."

"Ok..." you say softly. Hans smiles a bit and grabs your arm. Softly this time and leads you to the elevator. You go back to the safe room and the elevator was once again silent. Hans gets off the elevator and smiles at the dorky black man, "It's open." He walks to the vault.

"You're still with that woman." Theo smiled,

"Shes my hero now." Hans smirks softly and starts stuffing duffle bags of the paper in the vault. "How are you going to transport her?" Theo asked.

Hans looked at you and sighed softly. "I'm not." He grabs your throat and puts his thumb over your windpipe. You gasp for air and hold his wrist tightly Theo watches Hans carefully. "I'll see you in a bit my Liebling." It was then that everything went black. Were you dead? Did he choke you out? It was like in seconds you were awake. You groaned softly, your throat and knees were sore and you had the worst headache.

"Hans...?" You whispered softly, trying to regain yourself. "Good morning..." his husky voice rang out. You looked to where his voice came from. He was driving a car, a nice one at that. "Where are we...?" You asked softly. "Mm... Oregon."

You sat up and was immediately fully awake, "I was out for thirteen hours?!" Hans chuckled, "You were sleeping. I didn't want to disturb you. I was sure you had a long night..." you nodded softly, "Thank you..." he hummed and took a sip of his coffee. "We're going to stop by a motel and get cleaned up. Theo hacked into the Plaza's computer and got your records. We found your home and robbed it."

"Oh... are you running from the police...? You did like a really big crime..." You took his coffee from him and sipped it, you coughed and spit it out the window, black coffee.

Hans chuckled and shook his head, he was a lot more light and alive than he was last night. "No. My crew and I faked our deaths. It was the easiest solution. They believe you're dead too. Wiped from the grid." You looked out the window and nodded, "Can I call my mom when we stop...? It is Christmas..." Hans hummed and nodded, pulling up to a motel.

You got out of the car and went to the trunk. Hans opened it and you saw your unfinished Titanic model. He grabbed both of your bags. "You should have told me you made models. I was fascinated by your home."

You smiled softly and nodded, following him. Hans pulled a key from his jacket pocket and unlocked a room. The motel was nicely kept, but did smell like cigarettes. You sighed softly and walked in, grabbing your bag from Hans. You opened it and looked around, "You only packed my lingerie." You said, unamused.

Hans smirked softly and shrugged, "I couldn't find the ones with the days of the week on them." He said confirming that he just didn't pack the decent underwear. "Whatever Mr. Gruber." Hans looked back at you and walked over to you. "It's not like you need them anyway." He kisses at the back of your neck. You shake your head and step away from him.

"Are you punishing me?" He sits down on the bed and takes his jacket off, "No. I'm just not... there... yet."

Hans chuckles and rolls his eyes, taking his shoes off, "Liebling correct me if I'm wrong... but it was you who was on your knees for me last night. Correct?" You looked at him and blushed, rolling your eyes, facing away from him as you took your dress off. "Please don't."

Hans sighs and walks behind you, laying his head on your shoulder. He swayed softly, "I'm sorry. I've never really had any... romantic attraction to a woman. That is... before I met you." He whispered into your ear, almost like he didn't want to admit it. You smile softly, "Still not going to get you any brownie points." You whispered back.

Hans laughed and shook his head, he kisses your shoulder and backed away from you. "You shall have your space." He scanned over your body as you changed. You put sweatpants and a baggy shirt on, not wanting to wear anything constricting. You walked to the bathroom and removed your old makeup, Of course he let me sleep in this. You thought to yourself, the worse to get off what the mascara.

Once your face was clean you sighed softly. "Hans?"

"Yes ma'am?" Hans sat up, ready for anything. "Merry Christmas..." you smiled.

He chuckled and walked to you, standing behind you and making you face the mirror. He placed his head on top of yours and smiled. "Happy Christmas."

|The end!|

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You sat at your piano, content and peaceful. You played softly, you didn't like playing the piano but when you were little your guardian, Judge William Turpin, had taught you.

You took your hands off the piano, you missed those times with him. Now it was like he didn't even know how to talk to you. You sighed softly and laid your head on the piano. "God Turpin..." you scooted the bench back and stood, smoothing out your dress. You sat on your windowsill and watched as people walked by.

A man sat at the bench outside your window and stared up at it, he smiled as he made eye contact with you. You giggled softly and waved, he smiled and waved back.

It was then that your birds started to chirp for their lunch. You gasped softly and ran to your desk, grabbing some bird seed and filling their food bowl up, "My golden finch..." you sighed softly and rested your head on the cage.

There was a soft knock at the door and you smiled, "Come in!" You fixed your hair and looked at the door. Beadle Bamford gave you a creepy smile and you cringed and looked away, "What is it sir?" 

Beadle smirked and stepped into your room, "The Judge requests your presence in his study at once Ms. (Y/N)."

You sigh softly and walk past him, deliberately avoiding any contact with him, "Creep." You spat, going down the stairs.

Beadle grabbed your shoulder and got close to your ear, "That's no way to talk to a gentleman." You cringed and tried to continue to walk but his grip was tight. "I command you to let me go at once." You shivered, just wanting to see Turpin.

Turpin stepped out of his study and looked at Beadle he took a few steps and was directly in front of you, almost stepping on your crinoline. He stared at Beadle with his stern eyes. Beadle slowly took his hand off your shoulder and walked out the front door.

Turpin turned around on his heel and went back into the study. You fixed your dress and followed after him. "You wanted to see me sir?" You look around his study, you hadn't been in here often, but when you were little Turpin used to read to you while you fell asleep. He had a hard exterior but boy was he a softy when you were kind to him.

He nods and picks up a book, "Your favorite if I do recall correctly." You looked at the cover and smiled a bit, "When I was a child... yes..." it was  Midsummer Night's Dream. A book of romance and new adventures.

"Your taste has changed?" Turpin raised a brow at you, you smiled softly at him. "I'm a woman now... things have changed. I enjoy tragedies like McBeth and Hamlet!" You sat down on the sofa in your usual spot.

Turpin put the book back and got a new one. "Sixteen is far from a woman, young one." He mumbled, bringing you a new book.

"Well I mean... I don't think so..." you whispered, grabbing the book from him, you were at the age of consent. "Othello?" You tilted your head and ran your fingers along the spine delicately.

"It's one of my favorites. I need to get you off of the mainstream Shakespeare. It'll help your education."

You smiled and looked down at the book, you were one of the few women in London that knew how to read, or so Turpin told you.

Turpin watched at you examining the book and tilted your chin up with his finger, "If the Beadle ever lay a hand on you again like I happened to observe today then inform me."

You sighed softly and nodded, "Yes sir..." you stood and held the book under your arm. You kissed his cheek softly and walked up the stairs to your room. You hopped onto your bed and screamed in excitement into your pillow.

You giggled and sat on your bed, "Oh!" You ran towards your door and then stopped yourself. "No... he couldn't possibly let me..." you sigh softly and sit back on your bed, you took your clothing off, down to your corset and chemise. You stretched, reaching to untie your corset. Your fingers struggled and you sighed, giving up, the knot you tied this morning was too tight and there was no hope.

You laid back on the bed, "TURRRPPPIIINNN!" You yelled, growing tired of the tightness of the corset. Turpin burst into your room and looks at you, confused. "Yes? Are you alright?!" He walks over to you and you sit up. "Can you untie my corset..? It's uh... too tight..."

Turpin blinked and nodded hesitantly. You stood up and held the front you moved your long curly hair out of the way and he gently untied the corset. He unlaced it a bit and as it started to fall off your chest you looked back at him.

He was looking respectfully of course, but what if you didn't want him to. What if you wanted him to sneak a little glance of what other girls would want to keep hidden from this man. You turned so your body was facing his. He immediately looked away and you grabbed his chin, leading his eyes back to yours.

"(Y/N). Your bosom is almost... exposed." Turpin whispered nervously.

"I know..." you whispered back, rubbing his cheek with your thumb softly.

Turpin's eyes didn't leave yours and you brought his head down, connecting your lips with his. You felt him flinch slightly at the connection which just encouraged you more. You ran your hands along his neck to the back of his neck and stepped back onto your bed.

Turpin put his hand on your hip and placed his hand on the back of your head, laying you down on the bed. "Pretty little rose bud..." he whispered.

You smiled and stretched out on the bed. Turpin walked to the bed, his knees hitting the mattress. He leaned down and traced a hand up your leg, under your dress. You giggled softly and held his chin, "That tickles..." you whisper.

"Well... hopefully what I do next won't just tickle..." he growled into your ear. You laughed and untied his necktie. "No wonder you're single."

Turpin raised a brow, "Well maybe I was just saving myself. Waiting for a certain someone to turn sixteen." He squeezed your thigh and your breath got caught in your lungs.

"Whatever." You pulled him down and pushed his coat off. Turpin bit at your bottom lip and you immediately opened your mouth to the man. You felt his hand drawing closer to your heat and hummed,

"Careful..." you started to unbutton his vest with one hand, the other suspended above your head. "You have so many unnecessary layers..." you giggle and grab him by his vest, flipping you over. Turpin looks down at you in shock, he opens his mouth but before he says anything you silence him by grinding your hips down onto his. A deep groan came from his chest and you smiled, feeling his hardness against your inner thigh.

"God you're like a rock... take your pants off please sir..." you bit your lip and Turpin fumbled with his clothing you take your pantaloons off. You threw your chemise to the side and you felt his member twitch. You giggled and connected your lips again.

You slid your hand between the both of you and your fingers traced the band of his drawers. He growled into the kiss and you smirked.

"Such a tease." Turpin wrapped his long fingers around your throat and you hummed, slipping your hand into his drawers. You teased him by brushing your fingers lightly over his now throbbing cock. Turpin groaned and bucked his hips up lightly. You bit his bottom lip and pulled him out. You disconnected your lips and sat up.

You leaned back a bit and teased yourself by running his cock through your wet lips. Your breath hitched and Turpin watched you carefully. Your heat was so sensitive, craving touch. You got up on your knees and Turpin grabbed your hips.

You positioned him perfectly and sunk down onto him. Your head fell back as your walls stretched to accommodate him. You moaned softly and felt eyes of another. You huffed softly and pulled a blanket over you. Turpin furrowed his brows and grabbed the blanket. "What are you doing?"

"Beadle is watching... I can feel his eyes..." you whispered.

Turpin's eyes immediately darted to the hole, "Can you always feel when-"

You nodded and rocked your hips forward, "Creep." You smiled.

Turpin groaned and covered you up, "Proceed my rose bud."

You smiled and picked your hips up, bringing them back down, painfully slow.

Turpin looked impatient. He brought his hips up to meet yours roughly you moaned and braced yourself on his abdomen. Turpin smirked and squeezed your hips, "You like that? You dirty girl."

You nodded softly and he picked you up by your hips, bringing you back down, he was now in control. You were a moaning mess, you'd never felt so much pleasure in your life. Even your deepest of fantasies didn't imagine Turpin making you feel this good.

You grabbed his hands on your hips and he looked up at you, a bit irked. You put your hands on his chest, no longer feeling Beadle's eyes. "My turn." You commanded. You let him have control for a while to not cause him to be embarrassed in front of his friend.

You moved your hips up in a fast pace. After a while of watching in bewilderment Turpin caught up with you, snapping his hips every so often. He thrusted into you roughly and it was amazing, he was hitting all the correct spots.

You felt him twitch and knew he was growing closer to his orgasm. You reached down and rubbed fast circles onto your clit. You were almost breathless, all your muscles being stimulated.

"Fuck Judge~!" You yelped, the coil in your stomach was so tight, wanting to snap. Turpin's eye brows shot up and his hand clamped over your mouth. "Good little girls don't curse." His face twitched, he was so hot. He stopped his thrusts and grabbed the hand massaging your clit. You whimpered softly, wanting some friction.

"No." He demanded.

You frowned softly and pleaded, "Please... I'm so close! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to curse..." you begged.

Turpin hummed and picked you up off of him. You groaned loudly missing the warm connection. Turpin slowly ran his fingers along your lips. Your walls were throbbing, you needed something, anything. "Turpin...! This is torture!" You complained, watching his hands.

Turpin sucked his teeth and plunged two fingers into you. Your head fell back and he started to fuck you with his fingers, rubbing your clit with the heel of his hand. You arched your back and he picked you back up, flipping you over. You looked up at him and he stopped all of his movements.

"You're my ward." He spat before thrusting his member back into you. He was going quickly and you were moaning out his name loudly, you couldn't stop. You climaxed without warning, becoming a bit overstimulated.

Turpin looked down at your connection and pulled out to watch you cum for him. He hummed loudly as he watched you. Your entire body shook and your back arched violently, your head digging into your bed. You screamed Turpin's name and he smirked.

He snapped out of his little trance and helped you ride out your high slowly, dragging it out before releasing deep inside of you, filling you up. Once you were both finished he got up and started to get dressed. Turpin stopped at the door and looked back at you, you were still stunned from all the pleasure you'd received. "I'll see you at breakfast." He left the room and you breathed heavily.

You covered yourself up with a blanket and realized Turpin left his necktie. Instead of returning it to him you wrapped it around your neck so you could smell him as you slept.

That was the best you'd had. He was no compare to Anthony, a boy who'd tried to steal you from Turpin only a week prior. You sighed loudly and felt Turpin's eyes.

You smiled softly and bit your lip. "Holy... fuck..." you whispered, staring at the ceiling before closing your eyes to sleep.

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You sat at your desk, it was close to Christmas. You were having a late night because you had some imperative work that you had to get finished. You were the head of Human Resources at a big shot company and you absolutely despised your job.

You looked at your phone and saw that only one other line was open, your boss', Harry Trevor. He was a nice looking man, brown short hair, glasses, and a smile that was out to kill.

It was then that the phone rang and you quickly picked it up, wondering who could call that late. "Human Resources! (Y/F/N) speaking, how may I help you?"

"Why are you at the office so late?" Harry's low voice rang through the phone. You sighed and leaned back, "I have a deadline... getting stuff done. You know... I could ask you the same question." You placed the phone on your shoulder, holding it with your face as you typed.

"The same thing. Why don't you pop into my office, I need to have a bit of a chat with you and I'd rather do it in person."

"Yes sir. Of course." You placed the phone down and stretched, your back popping loudly. You'd been sitting in that same chair for seven hours, stressing over your job. You walked out of your office and knocked on Harry's door.

"Come in." He demanded. You turned the knob and opened the door. He smiled softly at you and you sat down, smoothing out your skirt. Harry's eyes followed your hands and you sat back. "What would you like to speak of sir?"

He looked up at you and leaned forward, adjusting the way he was sitting. "How do you like your job here Ms. (Y/L/N)?"

"Oh... well... I don't-"

"Answer truthfully. I can tell if you choose to fib."

You nodded and looked down, fiddling with your hands. "I don't see myself going anywhere... I mean.. I love the pay... but I've been thinking about quitting." You admit.

Harry nods and looks into your eyes, "I bet I can change your mind."

You laugh softly, "Like I said. I'm not in it for the pay."

"Who said I was going to raise your pay. I want to keep you from leaving the company. Especially when I have a chance."

You look at him, puzzled. "Whatever could you mean sir?" You tuck your hands in between your thighs and Harry unbuttons the first button on his shirt. "I see how you look at me. And I definitely don't overlook it. I don't overlook anything." He growled subductively.

You gulped and looked down, "Aren't you married...?"

Harry chuckled, "Divorced." He corrected, his tone demanding. "Why don't you come take a seat... on your rightful throne." He pushed back from his desk and patted his thigh.

Your breath hitched a bit and you looked up at him, was he making fun of you? You couldn't tell, but at this point you didn't care. You wanted to fuck this man so bad, ever since you'd started working here three years ago. His voice alone made your heart throb.

You got up and walked over to him. He rubbed your arm, trying to coax you into doing as he said. Once you'd collected no laugh from him you sat on his lap. Harry smiled devilishly and ran his hands up your back. Your spine tingled and you looked into his brown eyes.

Harry leaned forward and softly connected your lips, almost immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth. You hummed softly and opened your mouth for him to explore. While he kissed you one of his hands rested on the back of your head, the other unbuttoning your shirt.

His fingers brushed over your clothed nipple and you moaned softly into his mouth. He smirked and reached behind you, effortlessly unclasping the bra. It was pretty hot considering your last boyfriend thought the clasp was on the front of all bras.

You took your arms out of your shirt and let the bra fall off your shoulders. Harry kissed down your jaw, biting softly. His warm hand came up to cup your left breast. You extended your neck and Harry massaged your breast. You moaned softly and ran your hands through his short brown locks.

Harry sucked a few marks onto your jaw and pushed you up on his desk, the tent in his pants being very evident. What a coincidence that he happened to be wearing your favorite pants. They hugged him in all the right spots, especially now.

"Are you just going to stare or are you going to take care of it?"

You snapped from your trance and nodded, "Fuck... right... sorry..." you unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles. You pulled his underwear down and grabbed his cock, it was a bit unreal but you cleared your throat, stroking him slowly. Harry let a groan part his lips and stepped close to you. "Let me see that pussy." He commanded.

You gulped softly and pulled your skirt down. The underwear you wore were cut down the middle for easy access. "Mmm... I bet you wanted me to fuck you today. Didn't you?"

You nodded, "Everyday for three years."

Harry smirked, "Touch yourself while you chat with me, you loquacious slut." His words made your cunt throb again and you ran your fingers through your lips, teasing yourself just enough.

Harry watched you, smugly smiling. "When was the last time someone had sex with you?"

Your head fell back slightly as you rubbed your clit, looking into Harry's dark inquisitive eyes. "A year..." you breathed, "Three years... since someone else... has made me orgasm..." you massaged your own breast and moaned loudly. "You?"

Harry chuckled and got two centimeters from your face, "I ask the questions here." He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his mouth. He licked your fingers clean and hummed, "You taste good. I guess you'll have to come back again so I can have a meal... hmm?"

He was so close to you, his tip brushing against your entrance. You nodded frantically and spread your legs wide. "That's what I like to see. You're so ready for my cock. Your body begging for it whether you like it or not." Harry growled, he ran his cock through your juices to get some good lubricant. You moaned softly and bit your lip.

Once he was satisfied he pushed into you, not being gentle. You moaned, his girth stretching you out. Once he bottomed out he let you adjust before grabbing your hands. He started slow but eventually slammed into you. Your back was arched and you were staring at the ceiling, you'd never felt so good in your life, his cock pounding your g-spot.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your orgasm built up quickly considering the sex master you were with.

"Fuck (Y/N)!" Harry roared, his hips not faltering. His cock was twitching inside of you, telling you
He was getting close. "Harry~ I'm going to cum!" You yelled, your eyes shutting tight.

"I know. Not until I say." He commanded. Harry started to relentlessly pound you into his desk, your head was hanging over it, "What a good little girl..." Harry moaned. You whimpered, your body begging for you to cum.

Harry leaned down and connected your lips, "Cum lovely."

You let go and it was the most powerful orgasm you had, your entire body shaking violently. Seeing you like this made Harry follow quickly behind you. He called out your name.

You breathed heavily and sat up, that night the both of you would crash on the couch in his office. "I think you may need to fill out an office relationship form." Harry mumbled, "Oh? I'm excited... I've never checked the 'Professional Hook Up' box." You both laughed and fell asleep. Not a single thought of quitting passed your mind.

BYE THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES-

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"Alas! Poor Romeo! He is already dead!" A man recited on stage. You smiled softly as you watched him, P.L. O'Hara... god was he a dream. He moved across the stage perfectly, oh how elegant was he. But that was bad for you to crush on a man of his age. You were only sixteen. You rubbed your head and closed your eyes, ripping your gaze from the man.

He was the perfect Mercurio, the perfect comedian. You were so into your fantasy that you missed your cue. Meredith stormed up on the stage and look down at you, "Ms. (Y/N)!"

You flinched and looked up at him, thank god it was only a rehearsal. It was the last rehearsal before the show was to be put on stage. "You missed your cue! How do you expect to be Juliet when you can't even concentrate on a simple cue?!"

You gulped softly and got up, smoothing out your dress, "I'm sorry sir.. I'll do better next time... I promise..." you whispered. Meredith grabbed your neck and threw you onto the stage. "The only reason you're here is because you are the only girl with the lines memorized!" You stumbled onto your knees and shook your head.

You took a deep breath and got up you kept your eyes down and went to your mark. You recited your lines with Romeo and rehearsal was finally over. You sat down on the front of the stage and looked out into the empty audience, swinging your legs.

"Meredith doesn't get much better." You knew that voice. You smiled to yourself, "Hey Mr. O'hara..." you looked behind you and up at him. He crouched down beside you and looked at the chairs. "I understand that this is your first big role." He studies the empty rows, the ones he'd seen packed oh so many times.

"Yes sir... it is... I'm really nervous..." you shook your head and sighed, "It's silly really..."

P.L. Shook his head, "I don't believe it is... I remember my first big role. I'm sure I was just as nervous as you... but thankfully I had a director that was no where close to Meredith. He was kind. Loved the theater. Really inspired a young man such as myself."

You looked at him and smiled softly. "There is something he told me all those years ago. If you believe that you were given talent or given a gift, then it is your responsibility to share it." P.L. Stands and offers you his hand, you smile and take it.

"You have talent Ms. (Y/L/N). It is your duty to share it!" He spun you around and smiled at you, he looked especially handsome in his leather trench coat and buttoned up vest, like a true performer. "Thank you Mr. O'Hara... that really helps..." he nods and smiles at you, "Of course. I'll see you tomorrow Ms. (Y/L/N)." He lets your hand go and smiles, walking off the stage.

You sigh softly and run backstage to change into your normal clothes. You giggle and click your heels, and started to undress. Geoffrey knocked on the door softly and you opened it, smiling. "Hey! What's wrong this time?"

He sighs softly and rolls his eyes, "How do you always know something is up?"

You smiled and folded your costume, "You smell like Meredith's cologne." You changed into your regular clothes.

Geoffrey sat down on the tuffet. "He was frustrated... I had to help him."

You hummed and sat across from him, "He's so mean to you Geoffrey..."

"Well P.L. Doesn't even notice you!" Geoffrey said, sitting up.

You hit his leg and rolled your eyes, "We don't speak of that man. I don't want Meredith throwing a fit over it and firing me. Because I know he isn't going to touch P.L. It'll ruin his production if he fires that man."

Geoffrey hummed in agreement and crossed his arms over his chest. You got up and laid your hands on Geoffrey's knees. "Plus! He did notice me! He talked to me after my moping session!" Geoffrey chuckled, knowing good and well what you were talking about.

"I wish I could say the same about Meredith... he notices me yeah... but he doesn't care about me..." You sighed, "You probably should give up on him Geo... he only cares for himself..." Geoffrey rolls his eyes and stands up. "Yeah... yeah... I know..."

You sighed softly and walked out of the dressing room, holding Geoffrey's hand. "You want to walk me home?" You smiled, you were trying to keep him from going back inside to Meredith where he'd be mistreated.

"No... I uh... actually left some of my things in the theater.. but I'll walk you home tomorrow after the cast party!"

You sighed softly and nodded, "Alright Geo... be safe. Please." You let his hand go and kissed his cheek, walking home in the cold, by yourself.

A/N: This is part one! Please proceed to part two if you wish to continue to read!

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It was opening night and you were in your dressing room, quickly getting ready. Meredith pounded on the door and you quickly covered up, opening it. "Sir?!" You stepped back, frightened. "Twenty minutes. I want to rehearse before. Especially your part."

You nodded softly and shut the door, sighing and quickly putting your dress on. You put on some blush and walked out on the stage and started to recite your monologue as everyone watched intensely.

The lights were so bright that you couldn't see the crew in the audience. You remembered what P.L. had said yesterday. You recited it perfectly and walked off stage. Geoffrey laughed and embraced you in a hug, "That was beautiful! Had me in tears!"

You giggled and held him tightly. "Thank you..." you pulled away from his hug and rubbed his arms. "I think that's the best I've done it..."

Geoffrey chuckled and wiped the sweat from your face, the lights were hot and you were under so much pressure. You sat down on a bench off stage and sighed softly, leaning against the wall. P.L. walked by you and gave you a thumbs up and a smile. You blushed softly and pushed your hair behind your ear.

P.L. Goes out on stage and does his monologue perfectly as always. As each character ran through their important monologues and battles people start to come in and everyone clears the stage.

"Mr. O'Hara...?" You called after P.L. as he walked by you. He turned around and raised a brow, "What? Do I have something on my face?" You giggle and shake your head, "Uh... how do you do it perfectly every time? Your uh monologue!"

P.L. tilts his head and sighs, rubbing your arm. "Well... simply. I don't. You see I believe that every Actor or Actress knows where they messed up and where they did great. But what you need to think about is how the audience doesn't know. They are completely oblivious. Yes... you'll mess up. But just keep on going. Don't give up. They don't have their own copies of the script. They have no idea." He smiles and walks off.

You hum softly and look at Geoffrey. He just shrugs at you and you sit beside him. "He isn't wrong." He noted, you nodded, "Oh I know... why do you think I'm so attracted to him... he's never wrong." Geoffrey laughs and shakes his head, "You are something else (Y/N)..."

You roll your eyes and look at the stage, "Shh! It's starting!" You smile and watch the opening scene from the wings for the hundredth time. The show went on and you cried when Mercurio died, you always did. P.L. always looked like he was in unbearable pain, you just wanted to run out onto the stage and hug his neck.

It quickly was all over and everyone bowed, standing ovation. You smiled at the audience and then looked at P.L. out of the corner of your eye. He was smiling brightly. The entire cast stepped back and the curtain fell. Everyone cheered and hugs were passed around. You threw your arms around P.L. and he picked you up, twirling you, "Amazing show kid!"

You giggled and blushed, "Thank you!" He set you down and you held silent eye contact with him for a while, those beautiful russet eyes, brown pools that held so much emotion. You caught him leaning in and you closed your eyes, you were suddenly interrupted by Meredith tackling you with a hug.

"That was perfect (Y/N)!" He laughed loudly and P.L. raised his brows in shock. Meredith kissed your cheek and dropped his arms, "Good show everyone! Now go off to the bar! It's all on me! You've earned it!" He smiles and everyone cheered. You followed the cast to the bar down the street after changing and smiled softly.

P.L. was in front of you, talking to the guy who played Tybalt. They laughed and you smiled, you loved his laugh. The bar was hopping with people and you sat down at table, ending up as far from P.L. as you could have been. Though it didn't make much sense you liked to sit far from him, you loved to observe his face as he talked.

He'd never caught you doing this thankfully, due to many years doing it you were actually pretty good at it. That's how Geoffrey found out you had a crush for the old man. You remember that feeling of dread when he told you he saw how you stared at P.L.

You sighed softly and P.L. looked at you. You quickly looked away and blushed, he'd never looked at you while you were gandering at him. He excused himself and walked to you. You looked up at him and smiled nervously, "Would you like to dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.

You nodded hesitantly and took his hand, he lead you to the dance floor, the song being an old war song people would use to welcome back soldiers from war. It was up beat and fun. You danced around with P.L. and stepped on his toes, you laughed loudly and he chuckled, "I'm so sorry! I believe I've had too much to drink!"

You fell to your knees and wiped the scuff marks from his shiny shoes. P.L. grabbed your chin, tilting it up, "Get up from that nasty floor!" He smiled and you giggled. It was then that you realized where you were. You quickly got up and blushed, clearing your throat.

P.L. Chuckled and rubbed your cheek softly. You blushed and pushed his arm away by his wrist. P.L. cleared his throat and nodded. You kissed his cheek and walked back to the table, Geoffrey was pleading to Meredith, just for a chat about their relationship. You knew his did this frequently, but you'd never seen it in action.

You sighed and laid your head down on the table, you were quite tired. Geoffrey sat beside you with a huff and you peaked at him. He gave you a fake half smile and pat your leg reassuringly. You sighed softly and closed your eyes. Geoffrey grabbed your hand and kissed it softly.

About thirty minutes later you woke up. You groaned softly and looked around, the bar was cleared out, only stragglers left. You looked across the table and P.L. smiled at you, he was the only one left, sipping some whiskey. "Finally awake I see." He commented.

You nodded and stretched, the table wasn't the most comfortable place to nap. "What are you still doing here? It seems as if everyone else has left."

"Well you were asleep. It didn't sit well with me to leave a woman your age in a bar by herself." P.L. said, finishing his drink.

"I'm not that young you know..." you traced patterns on the table out of boredom. P.L. Chuckled and sat his glass down. "Would you like a lift?"

"On your motorbike?" You smiled up at him and he raised his brows, nodding. You bit your lip and stood.

P.L. Grabbed his jacket and walked out, you followed closely behind him, smiling. He lead you to his bike and got on, "Put your face into my back. I would be devastated if you had anything fly into your eyes." You smiled and got on behind him. P.L. grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his waist. You squeezed him tightly and put your face into his back.

He started up the bike and you were off. His smell alone was intoxicating. You giggled and it eventually turned into a full fledged cackle. You saw P.L's shoulders bounce at your laughter and he slowed the bike down, "What is it you're laughing at darling?"

You looked up at the back of his head. "I've never ridden a motorbike! It's- It's exciting!"

"Oh yes, I can tell by the way you're crushing my ribs." You could almost hear the smile on P.L's face. Your face went red and you loosened your grip, "I'm so sorry!"

He shook his head, "It's quite alright darling." The motorbike suddenly started to putter and slow down. P.L. looked down at it and you let him go, "You've got to be kidding me." He growled, getting off the bike.

You sighed softly and looked around. You were practically in the middle of nowhere and it was freezing. P.L. Ran his hands through his hair. "Alright. Come on... my flat is just round the block."

You bit the inside of your lip and slid off the bike. P.L. pushed it to his flat, you glanced down the stairs. "It's nothing much, I don't usually reside here." He put the bike on its stand and you followed him down the stairs. You walked into his flat and smiled, looking around. It was cozy, like he said, nothing much, but it was still something.

He walked to the stove and put a kettle on, "Would you like some tea?" You smiled and nodded, "Yes sir... thank you." He hums while he makes the tea and you take your coat off. You sit on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit awkward sitting on a grown man's bed.

P.L. walks over to you and hands you your tea. You nod at him and sip it. It was the worst thing you've ever tasted. You froze, letting it sit in your mouth for a while before spitting it back into the cup.

"That's not very lady like." P.L. chuckled, you set the tea cup down and cleared your throat, Mango Passionfruit. Who the hell likes Mango Passionfruit tea. "I'm sorry... but uh... what the absolute hell was that."

P.L. laughed loudly and took the cup and saucer. "I guess that's an acquired taste then." He walks to the sink and places the dishes in it. He walks back to you and pulls a chair out in front of you. He sits down and stares into your eyes.

"What you said really helped me tonight.." you whispered softly. P.L. smiles and nods. "It was like the words boosted my confidence... made me a new person. I stepped back... I was Juliet!"

P.L. smiles, observing him over the years made you realize that he was more of a listener than a talker. It was perfect, his face said more words than anything.

"I believe acting is-" P.L. was suddenly cut of by your lips. Your heart was racing and your breath was quick. You were so nervous. P.L. pulled away from you and looked at you confused. "Ms. (Y/L/N)..." he said softly.

Your heart dropped and you stood, grabbing your coat. "I'm so sorry Mr. O'Hara..." as you grabbed the door handle P.L. grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. You look back at him, "Please don't tell Meredith..." you whispered, trying to spare yourself the embarrassment of the entire cast finding out about your little crush on P.L. O'Hara.

"I won't tell a soul." P.L. was staring forward, like he was contemplating his next moves very carefully.

"Why not...? Seems like it's good black mail to me sir..."

He didn't say a word, "What good is black mail when I could end up being shamed for it." He yanked your wrist once and you were in his lap. "Don't tell me that was your first kiss darling."

You gulped softly and looked into his eyes, nodding softly. P.L. sighed and tilted your chin up softly, connecting your lips. You studied his movements and copied him hesitantly. P.L. hummed softly and your confidence shot through the roof. You leaned into the kiss, not being so on edge as before.

P.L's fingers brushed over the top of your stockings. You whimpered softly, you were always so curious about taking it further than kissing though you'd never done it before.

You wondered why his fingers made you so warm. P.L. then picked you up like you were nothing but a feather and laid you on his bed.

A/N: This is part two! Please proceed to part three, where you finally realize your daddy issues!

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P.L. then picked you up like you were nothing but a feather and laid you on his bed.

You looked up at him and bit your lip, stretching and wrapping your legs around his waist. "My lips are lonely..." you smiled and pulled him close with your legs. He chuckled and leaned down, pecking your lips. He stood back up just to admire you on his bed. You frowned and turned over, laying on your back.

P.L. smiled and pulled your hips up to meet his abdomen. "Turn over Darling. I want to look at your face." He almost commanded. You giggled and crawled away from him. You turned over and leaned forward, to him. "Kiss me again... that felt good."

P.L. chuckled and kissed you hungrily. You hummed and ran your hands through his hair. He disconnected from your lips and trailed soft, small kisses down your jaw, occasionally nibbling on it. You gasped softly and let your head fall back.

You gripped onto his hair, pulling softly. He groaned and moved to suck on your neck, adamant to leave a mark on you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he bit at your neck, "P.L~" you called out.

P.L. Hummed loudly and you pulled at his tie, fiddling with it. P.L. grabbed it and pulled it off in one swift motion. You bit your lip and grabbed his collar, pulling him onto the bed with you. Once you saw that his knees were on the bed you pulled him to the side with all your might, causing him to lay down.

You quickly got on top of him. He looks up at you in surprise and you giggle, "I'm not serious enough for this!" You yell in excitement. P.L. chuckles and rubs your hips softly. "You mind if I help you a bit?" You smile and shake your head.

P.L. Starts to slowly unbutton your blouse, you could tell he was going slow to make sure you were still ok with it all. You put your hands atop his and take the shirt off. He smirks softly and rubs up your hips and curves that you'd finally gained last summer. "Oh look at you... so very beautiful."

You blushed softly and he unzips your skirt, "I'd hate to ruin any of your clothing... you're so cute in it all."

"Thank you..." you whispered sheepishly. You sat up a bit and slid your skirt off your legs, throwing it to the floor. "Dieu Tout-Puissant." P.L. cursed in French. You giggled and he ran his warm hand down your stomach, stopping at your panty line.

You grabbed his hand. "I believe you're a bit... overdressed."

P.L. looked down at his clothes and sat up, throwing off his vest and shirt.

"Eager are we?" You smiled and grabbed his waist band, "Do away with them." He commanded. You smiled and pulled his pants down, letting them rest on his ankles. P.L. kicked them off the rest of the way and pulled you into a kiss by your neck.

You hummed and held his face. His fingers trailed down your stomach again and entered your undergarments, "What a gentleman." You remarked, sarcasm lining your voice.

"Forgive me." P.L. whispered.

You smiled, he was wrapped around your finger. "Mm..." you kissed his cheek and stood. He grabbed your arm and you ripped it away, looking back at him, "Patience is vital."

He nodded and you took your shoes off, you walked to the door and bent over slowly placing them beside the door. P.L. sat up straight and watched you carefully. You deprived yourself of your stockings and turned back around to face him. He looked amuck, feral. "Please (Y/N). You couldn't possibly tease me anymore. I'm aching for you."

You smirked and raised a brow, sauntering over to him. "Oh? Is that so." You crawled back onto his lap and your breath hitched when you felt what he was talking about, his erection was resting against your cunt, sending shivers through your body. "Oh..." you whispered.

P.L. looked at you like he did something wrong, "Please." He pleaded.

"Show me how..." you whispered.

It was in seconds it seemed like you were looking up at him, he'd flipped you over. He pulled off your under garments and you gasped at the cold air, arching your back. "I have something to tell you..." you said softly.

P.L. shook his head, "After." He leaned down and kissed down your chest, going to your stomach. "P.L." You grabbed his bicep and he looked up at you.

"This is my... first time..."

P.L. hummed and kissed your head, "If it so happen that I shall make you uncomfortable in anyway. Please... stop me."

You nod softly and P.L. removes his underwear. You gulp softly and look into P.L's eyes, nodding softly.

P.L. slowly brings his hips to you and went as slow as he could, stopping every few seconds to let you adjust. You grabbed onto his shoulder, just for something to hold onto. P.L. didn't dare say anything, making sure his words wouldn't over shadow yours if you needed to tell him something.

You arched your back when you finally relaxed and felt it all. You were so tense, it was almost like your body completely shut off your nerves. P.L. shifted slightly to get a bit more comfortable and you moaned loudly. You could have sworn you saw his cheeks turn pink.

"Holy hell P.L!" You let go of his shoulder a bit and he started to panic, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. He was trying his hardest not to move.

"Please... move... do something!" You yelled, hitting his shoulder.

"Oh- I- right!" He said frantically, slowly moving his hips back and forth. You closed your eyes tightly and your mouth hung open. You heard small grunts from P.L.

Your hand trailed from his shoulder to the back of his neck, rubbing it softly. "Better..." you whispered, P.L. chuckled and looked at you, "Are you sure?" You nodded frantically and he went faster, this time hitting your g-spot. You didn't know why but your entire body lit up and a moan rose from your chest. It was deep and throaty.

P.L. smiled Mischievously and put your legs on his shoulders. "Please tell me to stop if you fear this is too much." You nodded and he wrapped his arm around your legs. He went even faster, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Your body didn't even know how to react to all the pleasure it was receiving. You lifted your hips up to match his thrust.

The only sounds in the room was your shared moans and you occasionally screaming for P.L. You close your eyes tightly and relaxed, it was like a rubber band snapped in your abdomen and your thighs shook. "P-P-P.L~!" You moaned loudly, sweat running down the side of your face. You whimpered softly as P.L. slowed down.

"You're alright love... you're alright..." he rubs your side and pulls out. You felt so tired but so alive. You breathed heavily and he picked you up again, sitting you on the toilet. He grabbed a cold rag and wiped the sweat from your face, before wiping your sensitive areas off. You wrapped your arms around his neck, laying on his shoulder.

"You were amazing Darling..." he whispered into your ear. You smiled and blushed. He picked you back up and carried you to his bed, wrapping you in a warm blanket. "I'm going to go outside and work on my bike so I can get you home in the morning. Will you be ok in here by yourself?"

You nodded softly and cuddled up in the blanket. P.L. hummed and got dressed, going outside. You let out a big sigh and closed your eyes. You just had sex with P.L. O'Hara. The P.L. O'Hara. You couldn't wait to tell Geoffrey.

~The next Morning~

You groaned softly and stretched. You were so sore. You sighed opened your eyes. P.L. was holding you, snoring softly. You smiled and kissed him softly. "Good morning Darling." He rasped in a morning voice.

You laughed nervously and kissed him again. "Your morning voice is sexy..."

P.L. chuckled and opened his eyes, looking into yours. He looked like an Angel. "On a scale of one to ten... how worried do you believe your parents are?"

You sighed and thought for a second and he caressed your face with his knuckles, "Solid one thousand." You smiled.

P.L's eyebrows shot up and he sat up, "That means we have to get you home."

You sighed loudly and groaned, "I'm too sore! You pounded me into the bed last night P!"

P.L. looked back at you and raised his brow. "You do not speak of this. To anyone. Not even your close school friends. This could make the theater go out of business for a long time. Many will try to take advantage of you knowing that you allowed me to do this."

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers. "You don't have to be so serious... I know that." You put his hand down and sat up, god your entire body was crying for help. You stood and put your clothes on to the best of your ability. The soreness and tiredness did not work in your favor.

P.L. sighed and walked over to you, helping you into your clothes. You leaned against him and buttoned up your blouse. He smiled down at you and kissed your head. Once you were dressed he started on his own clothes. He grabbed his jacket and held his hand out to you. You smiled and took it.

He turned the lights out and locked the house up as you both stepped out. You got on his bike and he sighed softly, "I'm afraid we'll have to take a cab. I've worn her engine out." You groan and slide off of it. P.L. calls a cab and opens the door for you. You step in and tell the man your address. P.L. hands you some money and smiles at you as he shuts the door, not getting in.

You frown softly but was excited for tonight. You knew now how you saw Romeo and Juliet in a completely different preservative. You and P.L. were officially forbidden lovers.

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May 13, 1957, London England.

It had been nine years since you'd last seen P.L. your parents sent you away to boarding school after they found out about your secret meetings with the man.

You were now married to some dead beat who you loved... but some people were just incapable of passion. You were packing your bag, getting ready to go back home to visit your family.

Richard walked up behind you and smiled, putting his hands on your hips. "Where are you going off to?"

You sighed softly and closed your bag and turned to face him, "I'm going to Liverpool to visit my mum, she says my father has fallen ill..." you rubbed Richard's sides softly.

"Mm... for how long will you be gone?" Richard started to slowly kiss at your jaw and cheek. You groaned softly and tried to push him away. Richard bit your jaw and you cringed. "Probably a month or so." You said, trying to get away.

"You know what that means kitten."

"My plane is about to leave Rich... please you can come visit me in a week or so..." you begged, putting your hands on his waist, trying to push him away. Richard sighed and pulled away from your jaw. "Fine. Go get your plane." He pecked your lips and stormed off.

You sighed softly and sat on the bed, you were so glad to get out of London for once. Get some air and time away from your overbearing husband.

You grabbed your bag and fixed your dress. You shook your head and had your driver take you to the airport.

Liverpool, England.

You got off your plane and took a breath. You were now so far from Richard, finally able to breathe. Right as you stepped off the plane it all came back. "P.L." You whispered, your eyes closed seeing all of those memories. You shook away your memories, that part of your life was over, you were married for gods sake.

You got in your car and went to your house. Your mother stood outside and ran to you as you stepped from the car. Your dad was smiling, standing at the door. You hugged your mother tightly and closed your eyes, you missed everything about her, her perfume, her presence, her motherly embrace.

"My baby girl... it's so good to have you home once more." She said, smiling.

You smiled and nodded, you pulled away from the hug and nodded at your father.

"Richard couldn't make it?" Was the first thing he said to you after not seeing you since Christmas.

You shook your head, "Work... he got really busy, but he wants to come in a week or so."

"Well as busy of a man as he is I'm sure he does have a lot to do." Your father patted your shoulder and lead you into the sitting room. You sat down, letting out a breath. "You know that the theater company you used to be apart of is doing Beauty and The Beast? I know they're looking for a Belle."

You raised your brows. P.L. your brain chanted. "Really...? I should stop by tomorrow and see if Geoffrey is still there, see all that's going on." Your father nodded and the room was silent. You smiled at both of your parents and sat in the awkward silence.

You all avoided the elephant in the room, you wanted to ask if they sent P.L. off to jail for "taking advantage" of you at such a young age. You stood and grabbed your bag, "Excuse me..." you walked up the stairs and settled into your room. You went through your drawers and found it, P.L's head shot.

You smiled softly at the picture, god, was he still stunning. All you could think of is how not one man that you'd been with had never touched you like P.L. did. No other man had brought you the pleasure that he did. The only reason you and Richard had sex was to hopefully produce a child, but it had been six months since he'd last touched you.

You started to think you were infertile with all the times you tried and failed. Richard loved to bring that up, loved to torture you with the fact that you were probably never going to be a mother. No wonder he brought you no pleasure.

You sighed and placed the picture down, you hoped that P.L. was ok, no matter where he was. You hoped that he'd found happiness, even if that meant it wasn't with you.

You changed into some more comforting clothing and stared at the picture, praying that somehow it would come to life and just hug you. Your mother knocked on your door and came in. She looked at the picture on your desk and you covered it with your hand. She sighed and walked over to you, hugging you.

"Talk to me honey..." she whispers into your ear. You look down and step back, sitting on your bed. "He wants a child mum... I- I don't think I can give him that. We've tried so many times... I'm starting to grow tired..."

Your mother nods and grabs your hand, kissing it softly as she always did when you were a child. "I think you should go visit the theater tomorrow morning. Get free from some of that unwanted stress." She stands and kisses your head, she turns your light out and you stand, you wanted to change into your nightly clothes but you were so exhausted.

You laid back down, facing the wall, you felt your heavy eye lids slowly close until it was all black.

You didn't dream that night, you never did anymore, not for the longest time. You remember when you were a kid and used to have the most vivid dreams, most of them about Mr. O'Hara.

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Once you got dressed you went downstairs for the breakfast that traveled up the stairs and met your nose.

Your father wore his suit and tie, clutching his briefcase in his hand, ready to rush off to work. Once he looked at you he got up, kissed your mother on the cheek and dashed out the door. You furrowed your brows as you watched and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Did I do something to wrong him?"

Your mother looks at the door and sighs, "He just can't wait to see Richard darling... talk work and business. You know how men are."

You roll your eyes, "Some men." You mumble. Your mother looks at you and sets down her fork. "If you're talking about that pedophile then you best be quiet. A freelancing man like that cannot provide for you or your family."

"Whatever mother." You stood and grabbed your sweater and headed out the door. Your driver waited outside and opened the door for you, you waved him away and continued to walk. Your heels clicked on the pavement in a perfect pattern. You closed your eyes, remembering by heart which turns and steps to take to get to the theater. You counted them all when you were young.

Once you arrived at the theater you looked at it and sighed softly, it looked exactly the same. A young man opened the door and looked at you, his eyes were wide and he hugged you tightly, "(Y/N)!" He squeezed you and picked you up. You knew that cologne, it used to be Meredith's fragrance. "Geoffrey!" You giggled and held him tightly.

"Are you here for the part of Belle?" He asked, his voice excited, "If you'll have me." You said, trying to sound humble.

Geoffrey nodded frantically, "You've got the part! Effective immediately!"

You laughed with joy, "That's not your call... is it?"

Geoffrey looked down and smiled, "I'm the director..." he whispered, your eyes went wide, "GEOFFREY!" You hugged him once more and you both shared laughter.

Geoffrey smiled and lead you into the theater. "Alright everyone! We've found our Belle! She's a returning vet of this exact theater. Everyone... welcome back... (Y/F/N)!" People clapped and you looked around, your eyes stopping on a man, he was frozen in time. He looked the same, not one year of aging licked his face.

"Mr. O'Hara..."

A/N: This is part four! Please proceed to part five if you wish to continue to read where you finally see how much you miss P.L.

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P.L. dropped his script and walked over to you, wrapping you in a soft hug. "(Y/N)..." he whispered, closing his eyes tight. You giggled softly and kissed his cheek. "It's good to see you again..." You rubbed P.L's back and everyone just stared. You pushed his chest and looked into his eyes.

P.L. smiled at you, and looked all around you, seeing the woman you'd become. His eyes dart to your hand and you could have sworn that you felt his breath hitch, you sighed softly and lead him back up on the stage.

"That's a big diamond..." he stated, picking his script back up. You nodded and looked at your wedding ring. "Do you have children?" He handed you a copy of the script, all of Belle's lines already highlighted.

"Like I'd tell you if I had any children..." you chuckled. P.L. looked at you, a bit hurt.

"Oh... I didn't mean it that way P.L..." you placed your hand on his arm and he stepped back. You sighed.

"Alright people! Let's get started then!" Geoffrey commanded. You sighed softly and clutched your script in your hands, wondering which part P.L. would play. You got off the stage and read the little stage directions that P.L. had written. You smiled at them and ran your fingers over them.

You went through the play and assumed that P.L. played Lumiaire. You walked around the castle set in dismay, looking around cautiously. Cogsworth and Lumiere had their banter scene, P.L. wasn't either. You furrowed your brows, "Hello? Is anyone here? Please, I'm looking for my father." You read.

"Belle? Is that you?" The man playing Maurice called. You turned around and looked at him rushing to him. "Papa!"

"How'd you find me?" The man grabbed your hands desperately, "Your hands are like ice! Who has done this to you?"

The man looks panicked, he was a great actor, you'd never worked with him. "Belle, you must leave this place." He whispers just loud enough. You gulp softly, "I won't leave you here!" You pause when you feel a stare. Your eye twitched and you squeezed the man's hand.

"W-Who's there." You didn't even have to ask the question to know who was looming in the shadows. "I know someone's there. Who are you."

"The master of this castle." You jumped softly at his booming voice. It had a voice module over it, making it deeper than you'd ever heard it. "Then you're the one responsible for this! Release my father at once!"

You still felt those rustic eyes, "I do not take orders from anyone. Get out!" He yelled, you almost stumbled back into the cage, "No! Wait! Forgive me. Please. Let him out, can't you see he's not well?"

You looked back at Maurice and held his hand tightly. "Then he should not have trespassed here."

"But he's an old man! He could die!" You whimpered, looking as hurt as you possibly could, stirring up some feelings of your own.

"There is nothing you can do." You could feel him breaking character seeing you in such a state. "Wait. Please... take me instead." You bowed your head.

The man wrapped an arm around your waist. "Belle, you don't know what you're doing!"

You looked down at the arm and felt a bit uneasy, that wasn't in the stage directions. "You would do that? You would take his place?" The Beast said, you nodded, "If I did would you let him go?"

"Yes. But you must promise to stay here... forever." The eyes were off of you, you assumed they were now looking at Maurice. "No!" Maurice begged, holding you tighter. You pushed his arm away and stepped to the side. "Come into the light." You demanded.

P.L. was in fact staring at the man in the cage.

Geoffrey laughed loudly and you looked out into the audience, "That was perfect! The fear! The attachment! The boiling temper! I love it!" He clapped and walked up on stage. He hugged you once more. "You're perfect for this role luv."

You smiled and sighed softly, patting his back. You pushed your hair from your face and looked at P.L. he looked at Maurice angrily. You pulled away from Geoffrey and walked over to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his dressing room. "Careful. You were letting your beast show."

P.L. watched you, observing. You sighed softly and took your hair down, fluffing it up. "You play a good beast." You look at P.L. in the mirror, he was looking right back at you. "Still not a talker, Huh..." you turned around and looked into his eyes.

"Say something P..."

P.L. grabbed your hand and kissed it softly, "I thought I'd never see you again..."

You took a breath and just hugged the man. You felt a warmth spread through your body, oddly feeling at home. "God you've grown..." P.L. whispered.

You giggled softly, "It's been nine years..." you whispered into his ear, running your hands through his golden locks.

P.L. groaned softly and looked at you, your faces were dangerously close. You bit your lip softly and close your eyes. P.L's warm breath cascaded down your neck and you hummed.

P.L. touched your face, "Bite marks..." he whispered. You snap out of your thoughts and look at him, "What...?"

His hand rubbed your jaw, where Richard had nibbled yesterday. You sighed softly and pushed his arm away, stepping back from him.

"Your husband did that to you?" He grabbed your waist and you put your hand on his chest, trying to get him off of you. "Leave it alone P..."

"Come here (Y/N)..."

You shook your head and reached for the door, trying to keep from crying. This is what you didn't want to happen you didn't want P.L. to know what you've endured.

P.L. pulled you close to him and turned you around so you could look into his eyes. You whimpered softly, he wasn't holding you tightly enough, you could easily slip from his grasp but you didn't want to.

"Kiss me... please..." you whispered, putting your foreheads together. P.L. gulps softly, "You're married."

"Please P... I need an excuse..." you pepper kisses on his cheek and jaw, bringing him close to you.

P.L. closes his eyes, trying his hardest to just sit there, but he couldn't help what his heart wanted. He grabbed your chin and connected your lips. Your body lit up and your eyes got wide. You deepened the kiss with more passion than you thought you had in your body.

P.L. tried to match you and you stepped back, jumping up on the vanity, your legs slowly snaked around P.L's waist.

P.L's tongue dragged around your lip and you groaned softly, opening your mouth to him. He explored your mouth and you started to fight him for dominance. The kiss grew sloppy and needy. You pushed that same leather jacket from so long ago off his shoulders.

P.L. ripped your shirt open, only one button flying to the side. "God look at that body..." P.L. sighed.

You smiled and giggled, "I'm not sixteen anymore..."

"Oh I can see that." P.L's warm hands explored your curves and he reached behind you, unclasping your bra with one hand. You gasped softly and smirked, running your hands through his hair. He slipped your bra off and kissed your collarbone, down to your left breast.

You felt a bit underdressed but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. You weren't paying attention as P.L. latched onto your nipple. You moaned loudly and squeezed your thighs together. P.L. looked up at you with concern, "No! Continue..." you chuckled lightly and gripped onto his hair as he teased your nipple.

He wasn't the type of person to leave the other one in the cold and massaged your right breast with his free hand. You'd never felt such pleasure. You covered your mouth to try and stifle some of the moans that were erupting from your chest. P.L. pulled away and stepped back, looking at you with a sly smirk on his face.

You tried and catch your breath and P.L. started to undress. You watched him, his eyes were blown with lust. All he did was unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to his ankles. You'd forgotten just how lengthy P.L. was. He definitely won when it came to competing with Richard.

You tried to get off the desk and onto your knees but P.L. placed his hand on your chest, holding you to the vanity mirror as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He slowly stroked himself and you grabbed his collar, pulling him into a harsh kiss. P.L. hummed and you deprived yourself of your skirt.

You whimpered softly and scooted to the end of the desk, "Please P... I know you want it..." you replace P.L's hand on his member and brush your thumb over his tip. A growl came from his chest and you smirked, leaning to his ear, his arm on your chest now weak.

"Show me the beast within." You whispered. That seemed to be enough. P.L. grabbed your hips and pulled your underwear to the side. You bit your lip and watched him carefully. He teased you a bit, "Already so wet for me, huh?"

You nod frantically, one move of your hips and he was inside you. The only reason you didn't move is because you knew P.L's rules, you had to behave or he would take care of himself in front of you. It's one of the things that made him so hot, he thought of sex as more of a privilege rather than a pleasure, he didn't take it for granted.

P.L. knew that you could say one word and he wouldn't touch you. "(Y/N)... can I?" He asked quietly. You nodded, "Yes P... please." He slowly entered you, and groaned slightly. "Blimey... you're fucking tight! Aren't you married?!"

"Yes~" you said, your walls adjusting to his very familiar size.

"God I feel bad for you..." he grunted, slowly bottoming out. You couldn't help but laugh, you linked your arms around his neck and opened your legs wider, "Please slam into me." You commanded.

You felt P.L's member twitch and he nodded, adjusting his stance. He started his thrust slow and rhythmic, you knew his pattern, it was the best you'd ever felt. You buried your face in his shoulder to mute some of your moans.

P.L. picked up his pace and you widened your eyes, "If I remember correctly..." He thrusted deeply and roughly, hitting your g-spot. You moaned loudly, "O'Hara~!" He remembered exactly how you liked it.

P.L. chuckled and hummed, you knew what was coming next. He picked you up and walked you to the nearest wall. He started to slam into you and your head fell back. It was almost like your body didn't know how to respond so it just screamed with pleasure.

"That's a good little girl." He growled into your ear.

Your walls clenched around P.L's throbbing cock and he groaned, "P-P-P..." you stuttered.

"Shh... I know lovely..." he got rougher and attacked your neck, careful not to leave any marks. You arched your back and came, you called out P.L's name and he followed quickly after you. You hadn't had an orgasm like that since you were sixteen. You gasped for air and P.L. rode out both of your highs.

He placed you back on the desk and grabbed a rag. He let the water warm up and pulled his pants back on. He slowly cleaned you up and kissed your forehead, buttoning your blouse back up.

You sighed softly and put your skirt on. P.L. quietly watched you and you washed the tears of pleasure off of your face, cleaning up your makeup. "I have to get going..." you whispered, your voice hoarse.

P.L. nodded and stood, handing you your jacket. You smiled and kissed him quickly, "Still a gentleman..." you patted his chest and sighed, walking out of the dressing room. Geoffrey stood outside the dressing room, his eyes wide, he looked petrified. "I-"

You giggled softly and put your finger over your lips, "Shh..."

THE END

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You sat at a panel, looking out to a crowd of people that you'd seen every year. Beside you sat your boyfriend, Alexander Dane. His hand rested on your knee, he knew how people drooled over you.

In the show that you'd both stared in, Galaxy Quest, you were objectified and Alex wanted to kill each man who tried to make a move on you.

You'd met Alex on the set and after the writers saw the chemistry between the two of you they wrote in a vile relationship. Alex started to resent the character he portrayed because it sexualized yours that much more. You constantly had to remind him that everything was perfectly fine and you didn't take anything his character did to heart.

Alex looked to you and raised a brow, you looked at him and hummed, he motioned to the microphone and you looked out to the crowd, a scrawny kid was standing in the middle of the isle, a hand held mic in his hand. "I'm sorry... what was the question?"

The teen cleared his throat, "Uh... well there have been recent pictures surfacing of you and a man walking around and grabbing dinner, possibly going on dates. Is you and Alexander's relationship open?"

You furrowed your brows and rubbed your head. "I believe thats very inappropriate." You answered. Alex rolled his eyes, "No. The relationship isn't open." He spoke clearly into the microphone. You sighed softly and nodded in agreement.

"Alright! I think that was the last question. Everyone! A round of applause for our esteemed cast!" The moderator announced. The audience roared and cheered and everyone got up. Alex grabbed your hip and pulled you to the private family restroom.

Once he locked the door you leaned against the sink and sighed, "I'm sorry... the question caught me off guard."

"What pictures? I haven't seen these yet."

You shook your head, "They're with my father. Just because I date a guy that's a bit older than me doesn't mean I fuck every old guy I see. Jesus Christ."

Alex put his hands on your hips and stood over you, "I'm not old."

You looked up at him and put your hands on either side of his face. "I can't take you seriously with that head piece..."

Alex leans down and hovers over your lips. "It used to turn you on."

You threw your head back and laughed, "Sure it did Dane."

Alex grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes, he usually got really anxious at these panels, but today something was different. "Hi..." you whispered.

"Shh..." his left arm hooked under your thighs and picked you up, placing you on the sink in an effortless moment.

"I'm so glad we invested in that home gym-"

Alex didn't let you finish and put a finger to your lips. "I said be quiet darling." He closed the gap between the both of you. Your hands went to the back of his head, not being a stranger to the headpiece. You knew every inch of his costume and makeup because of the many intimate moments you had with him during the show. You were actually the person to show him how to take the headpiece off without ripping his hair out.

Alex unzipped your body suit slowly and you watched his hand, resting your head on his chest. You knew exactly what he was about to do and you loved it. Alex slipped his hand into your underwear and you leaned back, giving him easier access.

While all the sex you had with Alex wasn't the same he always had this ritual for you knowing how much you loved his hands. "Bloody hell you're already so wet darling." Alex commented, giving you butterflies. He pushed two fingers into you, you moaned and let your head fall back on the cold wall of the bathroom.

Alex smirked and leaned down, latching mouth onto your clit, that was new. While he pumped two fingers in and out of you he sucked on your clit. You wanted to run your hands through his hair but it was covered up. You moaned loudly and bucked your hips. "Fuck Alexander~"

Alex sped up his fingers and you held his free hand. "A-A-Alexander!" Your thighs started to twitch and Alex pulled his fingers out of you, quickly replacing them with his tongue, his nose now rubbing your clit. "I'm cumming!" You yelled, bracing yourself on the wall as you came.

Alex cleaned you up with his mouth and looked at you, his chin glistening from your cum. His eyes were hungry, his expression cold and relaxed. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped his mouth off, zipping your body suit back up. "How's that for not for not turning you on." He growled.

You shook your head and chuckled, "Well it's not the headpiece that turns me on... it's you." Alex helped you down off the sink and opened the door, "Oh? I thought I was old."

You giggled and kissed him, "You're my old man... that's all that matters."

"Right... of course." He lead you to the signing table and you cleared your throat, fixing your hair. Jason, Fred, and Tommy all looked at you and Alex in bewilderment. You tilted your head, "What is it boys?"

They all shook their heads in unison and went back to signing autographs. You smiled and kissed Alex's cheek, "Just wait until we get home.." you whispered. Alex hummed and you both signed some explicit fan art. Usually Alex would refuse to sign stuff like this, but his mood had changed. "I love you..."

Alex smiled and looked into your eyes, "I know you do."

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You were hired, being the best assassin in England was a full time job but it was your passion. You'd loved the hunt since you were a child, your father teaching you when you were young how to use many weapons. When most men figured out you were a woman they laughed in your face. But then again, they wouldn't be laughing when they handed you your payment.

You approached the castle of Nottingham, your hood up and head down. You weren't in the mood of getting questioned today. As you walked through the gates a Knight stepped in front of you. "State your business." He commanded.

You sighed softly and stared into where you assumed his eyes to be, "I was hired by a Sheriff George of Nottingham? I believe to find a Robin Locksley?" The man looked you up and down and laughed, "A woman?!"

You rolled your eyes and kicked his knee in as you started to walk away the Knight called out in pain. You walked into the castle and saw a man. His face was curious looking at you. This is the man who called you here, you could feel it. You kneeled bowing your head. "Sheriff I presume. I am the Raven."

The man smirked at you and stood. "I've heard much about you, Raven." His low voice spoke. "Never did I expect you to be a woman... but it makes so much sense now." The Sheriff takes your hand and kisses it softly. His eyes bore into yours and you nodded at him out of respect.

"My target?" You asked, dropping your hands from his. He nodded and examined you. "Well... I'd like to see your skills for myself." You were used to this of course, for many years you were put up against kings and their strongest forces. "Of course sir."

You took your hood down, letting your long (H/C) braid fall out of your hood. "If you can cut my braid you win and you pay me half. If I manage to disarm you. I win, you double pay."

The Sheriff chuckled and nodded, "Fair enough. But what if I decide not to hire you?"

Of course, men were so predictable. "You won't."

Sheriff nodded at your confidence, "May the best... person... win." He drew his sword and you smirked, drawing yours. You faked a ridiculous stance and your opponent started counting down. He looked cocky, too cocky. You'd already sized him up in the few seconds he gave you. You knew exactly what his first move would be.

When you fought it was like the world faded away, it was only you and your sword, an extension of your arm. It was a blink of an eye until you heard metal clatter to the ground. In reality it was five minutes of constant and fair sword fighting. You relaxed and smiled at the dark haired man. He looked back at you, impressed, you put your sword away.

"I will give it to you... you put up a fight." You put your hair back into your hood, bringing it back up. "I haven't fought that long in ages."

The Sheriff chuckled and you bowed to him once more.

"The man you'll be sent for is Robin of Locksley. His alias is Robin Hood. My men have been searching for him for a long while now. That's why I have resorted to hiring you. Do beware. I've lost many numbers to this man, he is no joke to me. He may be aware of your arrival. Sometimes these walls have ears if you know what I mean. I'm sure he knows who you are. Where ever you go a Black Death follows. He is somewhere between the forest and his old home. That's all I know."

You nodded once and turned on your heel, waking out. "You have quarter here. As long as you're hunting my bounty you are allowed in my walls." The Sheriff said as you were walking out. "Thank you sir!" You yelled before going out of the castle and getting on your horse, Loki. You were going to find this man. No matter how long it took.

After an entire day of searching you decided it was time to call it a day. Considering you started very early you had searched for fifteen hours. You looked at the moss on the trees and went north, back to Nottingham castle. Loki galloped quietly, he was a perfect stealth horse, you snapped his reins to tell him to pick up the pace and that work was over.

Loki neighed and ran jovially back to the castle. You smiled and put him up in the stables next to a stallion. You walked up to one of the guards, "I'm looking for the Sheriff?" The guard nodded once and lead you up a long spiral stairwell. You pulled your face mask down and dropped your hood. The guard knocked on a big English oak door and after a while it swung open.

The Sheriff looked at the man who lead you to the room, "What."

You cleared your throat and stepped in front of the guard. The Sheriff raised his brows and stepped out of the door way, "Come in. Remember what I said about those ears."

You hummed and stepped into his room. To the left there was a big bed decorated in riches and to the right there was a sitting area and a fire. You walked over to the sitting area and sat down. "I'm sorry to inform you that today's search was fruitless. But I did find something interesting."

The Sheriff hummed and sat across from you, looking into your eyes, he was trying to figure you out.

"Traps. They were built into the ground. Clearly trap doors. Would you know anything of that?"

"I would not." The Sheriff leaned forward, he was intently listening.

"I believe they're for your men if they wander out into the woods too far. I'm sure I can make something of it tomorrow morning." You started to take your armor off, removing your gloves, the fire making it unbearably hot.

The Sheriff was really watching you now. "Sheriff?" You asked, waiting on his response.

He snapped out of his small trance, "Oh yes. Of course. I didn't set these traps. Must be the enemy."

"Right..." you gathered your things and stood, "Where is my room might I ask?"

The Sheriff looked up at you, "Next door madam."

You nodded and shook his hand, "I will not stop until I find this man. I promise you this." Sheriff smiled and gave you a firm grip, feeling the calluses on your skin. He wasn't used to feeling rough women, only smooth ones who cared about their skin. All for him, no restraint.

You let his hand go and walked to your new room. You removed all your armor and sighed softly, you couldn't deny that the Sheriff was attractive. You'd be lying to yourself and noble, loyal girls never lied. That's what your father always used to say to you. If only he could see you now.

You got under the covers and closed your eyes, exhausted. That night you'd dream of the Sheriff, both of the two dreams you had were very different, one would be of catching your prey and receiving your rewards the other similar, but this reward was something different, something you'd never felt before.

To think impure thoughts of a man before marriage was a sin, you couldn't.. but god did it kill you to not.

This is part one! Continue to part two if you wish to continue to read!

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You suited up in your armor and cleared your throat, you walked to the stables and started to put Loki's armor on, "Ready for another day?" You asked rubbing his side. Loki neighed and as you climbed onto him the Sheriff and the stallion from last night pulled in beside you.

"Early morning?" You ask, bringing Loki out of the stable.

"Hunting." He answered.

"I see. I guess I'm off on my own hunt then!" You smiled and the Sheriff nodded, "I cannot wait to see what you find today."

You smile and nod once, pulling Loki's reigns. "I'll see you tonight then." You smile, "Allez-y. De retour, on était hier." (Go on. Back where we were yesterday.) You told Loki. He neighed and galloped back into the woods. You looked around cautiously and turned around just in time, catching an arrow what was inches from splitting your head open.

"Stay Loki." You said, dismounting your horse and taking your hood down, "Hello? I'm sorry if I'm trespassing... I do not know where I am!" You called, trying to sound helpless.

A blonde man stepped out from the leaves, still holding his bow up. Your hands shot up and you pleaded with your eyes. "Sir... Please don't shoot... I got lost on a journey, I'm trying to find my father!" You closed your eyes and braced yourself.

"Your father? You don't look like it. The armor. Weapons."

You sighed softly and pulled your mask down, "It's a man's country. I have to protect myself somehow. You'd be surprised of how many men have tried to... take me... some man with dark back hair... a beard-"

"Scar on the left side of his face?" The man answered quickly. You nodded softly and closed your eyes, "H-He... tried to rape me!" You lied, making tears fall from your eyes. The man dropped his bow and ran over to you, holding you. "That's alright! Shh... don't cry. I'm on a mission to stop this same man myself."

You sniffled softly and looked up at the man, "Really...? Then I must join you! Have my revenge." You demanded, wiping your face. The man furrowed his brows, "What is your name?"

"Princess Canter of Scotland." You bowed your head and the man's eyes grew wide. He kneeled and looked at the ground, "Robin of Locksley."

You got on the ground with him, "Robin Hood?! I've only heard legends! I used to tell my brother of these stories... you are no poser? Are you?" You tilted his chin up, looking into his eyes.

"Does my bow skill not show you who I am?" He chuckled and smiled, you sighed softly. Men and their cockiness. It will be the death of them all. You lifted him off the ground and brushed his shoulders off. "God I could kiss you!" You giggled, blushing slightly. "You're so strong... amazingly... you..."

"I don't see what's stopping you." He chuckled, looking all over your face, eyes darting down to your more private areas. You nodded and placed him behind Loki without his knowledge, he seemed to be infatuated. "Is it just us in these woods... I wouldn't want any rumors going around..."

Robin nodded, completely understanding. "Just us. I promise."

You smile, and grab his face softly, placing your lips on his. Robin hums and wraps his arm around your waist. You felt his limbs grow weak and you smirked, deepening the kiss. He falls to the ground and you wipe your lips off, god did you love being a woman. It was a simple poison that was quick but didn't kill him. You laced your lips with it in the morning.

You sigh softly and pick him up, putting him in front of you on Loki. "Go!" You call and Loki runs to the castle of Nottingham.

You didn't have time to hit the stables. You threw Robin Hood over your shoulder and ran to the throne room you dumped Robin Hood on the floor and The Sheriff stood, his breath leaving his lungs. The knights looked around in disbelief and Sheriff walked slowly over to you, kneeling down to look into Robin's face.

He quickly reaches for his neck and feels his pulse. "You saved the kill for me." He mumbled, looking back up at you. You nodded and the Sheriff got his knights to pick him up. "Dungeons. He'll be executed by me tomorrow morning when he is awake." You both start to escort Robin to the dungeons.

Sheriff looks at you, puzzled. "How'd you manage to catch the little minx?"

You giggled softly, "A woman never reveals her secrets."

You watched as they threw Robin into a cage and you looked around, checking it out, seeing if there was any way out. You noticed the keys were dangerously close to the window and sneakily dropped the one to his cell down your pants. This man was going no where.

The Sheriff watched you and grabbed your arm, pressing his chest into your back. You saw him in your peripheral and your senses were going mad. You could have sworn you felt a pulse in your lower abdomen.

"Now what would an assassin want with the key to her bounty's cell?" He whispers into your ear.

"Easy escape. He'll never find it if it's in my pants.. now would he Sheriff?" You whispered back.

Sheriff chuckled, "I'd sure hope not." He snakes a hand around your waist and slammed your face against the iron bars, making you stare at Robin Hood.

You gulped softly, your slightly bent down position caused you to feel something hard from the Sheriff's pants. "If I find out that you are in cahoots with this man I'll make him watch as I take your pureness away, slowly slitting your throat just as you reach your climax." He slowly ran a dull blade across your throat, making no such cut.

You grunted softly and closed your eyes, you'd never felt this way, a warmth pooling in your undergarments. You gulped and heard a small groan from Robin Hood. You must not have given him a big dosage. "Perfect." The Sheriff mumbled, shoving you further into the bars.

"I believe I can handle this men. Barricade the door if you hear my screams. They shall not escape, even if I'm dead." He commanded. The knights nodded and left the room. Robin Hood sat up and rubbed his head, "Princess! They got to you too!" He crawled over to you and the Sheriff's grip got tighter and his other hand came up to wrap around the front of your throat.

You whimpered softly and shook your head. Robin looked at Nottingham, "You're such a monster to strip a woman of her faithfulness just to get your fill?! Monster!" He spat. Sheriff chuckled, "Do you know who she is Locksley?"

You closed your eyes tightly, "She's a Princess! Of Scotland!" Robin responded, trying to sooth your face from the iron bars.

"Far from it." You choke, Sheriff loosens his grip a bit. "I'm-"

"She's the Raven Locksley. The Black Death." Sheriff retracted has hand from the front of your neck and ran it down your back, stopping right before he reached your ass.

Robin Hood deadpanned and backed away from you. "Are you insane Nottingham?! She'll wipe out the entire village! You'll have nothing!"

Sheriff chuckled and finally lets you go, you stand and look at Nottingham, a shameful look on your face. "Not when you hire her. I'll see you tonight Raven. I want your report." His finger trails along your jaw and you looked at him, unknowingly letting your eyes blow with lust.

You sigh softly and fix your armor, going to your chambers. You sit on the bed and let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in. You start to take off your chainmail and armor. You placed them on a chair and lay back, your chest rising and falling dramatically.

Your entire body was tingling remembering the Sheriff's touch. You smiled softly, he had a bulge in his pants. It was growing as you both sat there, you wondered if he had a thing for being watched. You blushed softly at your thoughts and tried to shake them away.

Getting your virginity taken away from you in front of your bounty just seemed so wrong, making it feel so right. You sat up, sitting back on your knees. The heel of your foot brushed against your clothed heat and you gasped softly, you eyes becoming wide.

Your body screamed for more. You shook your head and laid down. Sleep would wipe all of these thoughts from your mind. You nodded and closed your eyes. Sleep seemed to hit you as if a horse had kicked you in the head.

A/N: This is the end of part two, resume to the third and final part where things between you and the Sheriff really get spicy. ;))

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Late in the night your door quietly opened, a shadow slipped through the door and you gripped the dagger under your pillow. You didn't draw, only held it. You felt a hand on your back and flipped over, grabbing the shadow. You slammed it to the bed and straddled it's legs, holding the dagger to its throat.

You knew that gasp, it was the same one Sheriff had made when you knocked his sword out of his hand. "What are you doing in my chambers Sheriff? It's very late." You said calmly, feeling the short beard he had.

There was no answer and you realized why. He was gripping your wrist, he flipped the both of you over, the dagger stabbing the bed. He grabbed it quickly, bringing it up to your neck. "Dead." His voice growled. He dragged the blunt end of the blade along your neck.

"Oh please take me already..." you thought out loud, heat rising to your cheeks.

"What was that Ms. (Y/N)?" You could tell the Sheriff was tired by his voice and smooth tone.

"Nothing..." you struggled to get away from him but your body wanted his touch so badly.

Nottingham ran his hands down your arms, them finally resting on your waist. Your spine tingled and you bit your lip, humming, pressing your hips back into his.

Nottingham hummed and moved your long hair from your neck, nipping softly at the back of it. You took in a breath and reached back and grabbed his locks, pulling softly. Nottingham bit down onto your neck, reminding you of Dracula.

You gasped softly and you weren't sure what to do, "Sheriff...?" You whispered, Nottingham grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, "Call me George." He commanded, you nodded softly, "George... I've never... been... well... touched."

You felt Nottingham's grip loosen a bit, "Fantastic." He growled, going back to sucking on your neck harder. You gasped and shut your eyes tight Nottingham reached in front of you and untied the small string on your night gown. "Take it off." He grunted.

Your hands shook slightly as you pulled the gown over your head, tossing it to the side. You were only in your undergarments. It was cold and the window was open, the cold air was licking your skin. Nottingham traced his warm hands up and down your curves, sizing you up. "Oh yeah... you're perfect."

You bit your lip softly at the comment and Nottingham bent you over until your face hit the bed, "Keep your legs up no matter how hard they wanna slip." You nodded, unaware of what came next.

Nottingham pulled your pants down and your body flinched softly, feeling the cold air on your pussy. "Gods... look at you... you're dripping for me." Nottingham says, cockily. You roll your eyes and he smirks, he pushed your head down into the bed and blew some air onto your sensitive nerves. You whimpered softly and your hips rocked at the air, wanting some friction.

"How long have you been wet for me (Y/N)? Hmm?" Nottingham licked up your bare thigh and you hummed, "Last night... I had a dream just like this..." you whispered. Nottingham smirked and positioned himself behind you. His free hand held your thigh and he kissed up your thighs before his mouth connected with your heat.

He skillfully navigated around your folds and found your clit, focusing on that the most your back arched and he drug his teeth along your clit, devouring you. You grabbed your pillow and moaned loudly into it. You wanted to watch him but you didn't want him to stop. "George~" you moaned as your head disconnected with the pillow, your eyes fluttering shut.

He hummed against you, vibrations going all through your body. You curled your toes. "Flip us over!" You almost screamed, his face still buried into your cunt. Nottingham groaned softly and pulled away, flipping you over, "Only because you brought me a prize today. I don't usually do this." You looked at your juices on his face glistening in the candle light.

"But you're so good!"

"Mm... you taste good." He smirked and went back to eating you out. It was much better from this angle. Your hands immediately tangled into his hair, pushing him deeper. Nottingham chuckled and pulled his mouth away, wiping his face. You whimpered and he held a finger up to your face. He used his opposite hand to slip a finger into you, "Holy hell... you're a bit closed."

You furrow your brows, "It's alright. I'll open you right up." Nottingham slips another finger in and you moan softly, your head falling back slightly. His fingers pumped in and out of you and you gasped softly and bit your lip.

There was a tight coil in your stomach that had been building slowly since Nottingham licked up your thigh. This was all so foreign to you, but you knew George knew what he was doing. "Oh god George~" you moaned loudly as he got a third in.

He started to speed up and rubbed your clit with the heel of his hand. Your body electrified and you arched your back, screaming out George's name as you came. George's eyes grew wide and he picked your hips up, lapping up all your cum. It never seemed to end.

You breathed heavily and Nottingham laid you back down. He looked proud of himself and smirked at you. "Your personal reward for capturing Locksley." He leaned down and handed you your gown.

You smiled softly and sighed, not putting it on. You got under the covers and looked at him with glazed eyes. "Thank you..." you whispered, smiling. Nottingham nodded and got up, you grabbed his cape and pulled him back onto the bed. "Spend the night. And in the morning I'll give you a reward of your own."

Nottingham raises both of his brows and looks at you, starting to take his clothes off to get ready for bed. You giggled softly and rolled your eyes, maybe all men weren't that bad.

THE END.

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It had been two years since Sinclair had found out about his wife's affair. It was very hard for the both of you and your relationship. He didn't seem to trust anyone.

You were in the sitting room with your brother and you could feel Sinclair's eyes. You sighed softly and stretched, "Come here Sinclair..." you looked back at where you felt his eyes, he knew he was caught.

"Excuse me Rob..." you grabbed Sinclair's arm softly and lead him to the sun room. He placed his hands on your hips, resting his head on yours. You sigh softly and lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms lazily around his waist.

"I'm going nowhere my love... I promise you this..." it had taken a long time for Sinclair to tell you about what happened and he never liked talking about it, I mean who would?

"I know. You just know how I am." He whispers back. You hummed and swayed side to side, "I'm yours. You showed me that last night." You teased, hooking your finger around Sinclair's waistband.

Sinclair smiled and kissed your head, he thought that he'd never fall in love again, but then you came along.

~One Year Ago~

You were walking through the crowd of people at your old job, a classy waitress. You sat a cup of tea down on the table. The man's dark brown eyes stare at you as you placed the sugar down. "Is that all for you sir?" You smiled softly and he cleared his throat, nodding, not saying anything.

"It takes two thousand tiny tea leaves to make just one pound of finished tea. No wonder the British government was so angry when the Americans dumped it into the Boston Harbor." Was all he said. You furrowed your brows, "You know I also accept cash for a tip." You smiled softly and the man's eyebrows shot up, "Right! Sorry..."

You giggled and shook your head, "You can give it to me later... don't worry about it now..."

The man nodded and put his wallet back up, "Would you... maybe like to sit?" He points to the chair across from him and you shake your head, tucking your tray under your arm. "I wish I could... but I have to get back to work..." you point to the kitchen.

Sinclair follows your finger and nods, "Right... of course."

You sigh softly, he looked like a sick dog. "Maybe if you come 'round about six I could maybe just sit..." you smile at him and he looks up at you, a bit of hope in his eyes. "Six! I'll uh... be here." He nods certainty. He seemed a bit vapid and dull, hopefully by the end of the night you could cheer him up.

As six o'clock rolled around you finished up your shift and sat at the bar, speaking with the tender. You felt a hand on your back and you turned around. It was Sinclair. You smile brightly and order two shots of vodka. "Starting the night off strong!" You said confidently.

Sinclair chuckles softly, "Bourbon please." He taps the bar with his credit card and you smile at him.

"You left me a pretty generous tip... especially for only getting tea."

Sinclair shrugged and sipped his drink. You threw back your shot. "A beautiful girl gets a good tip." He smiles and you see a book poking out of his jacket pocket.

You pull it out of his pocket and he carefully watches you examine the cover, "An Awfully Big Adventure?" You ask, looking back up at him. The book was worn and tattered, the pages written and circled. There were tiny sticky notes marking pages and pretty much every page was bent at the corner to be dogeared. The back of the book was completely clean, not touched, not read.

"Have you read it?" He asked softly, plucking it from your hand. You shook your head softly and locked eyes with him.

"I haven't finished it yet, but it keeps me busy." He told you, flipping through some of the pages.

"Seems like you're breaking it down." You smiled softly, referring to the notes.

Sinclair shook his head, "There is a lot of information in it. A lot to take in... I make the notes so if I ever choose to revisit the book I know what was going through my mind at the time. My wife-" Sinclair stopped and looked down at his bare left hand he cleared his throat softly. "My ex wife recommended it to me... Did you know that reading reduces stress by sixty eight percent?" He quickly changed the subject.

You nodded and looked away, pushing the extra shot to him. He hummed and drank it, freezing to cringe a bit. He clearly wasn't a big drinker, barley touching his own drink.

"What's it about?" You ask, scooting closer to him.

Sinclair looks up at you, "Hmm?"

You smile, "The book." You answered softly.

"Oh! Umm... it's about this man who is an actor. He returns to this theater troupe he used to work with and finds this girl... he becomes infatuated by her... they of course sleep together and..." Sinclair mumbles the rest and you giggle softly, "What was that?" You tilt his chin up and he looks into your eyes. "The girl... well... she turns out to be his daughter... that's what I've heard at least... but I can't really trust the person who informed me of that... she's... not reliable." He rambled, he seemed to do that when he was nervous, talk and talk, and all you wanted to do was listen.

"That seems interesting..." you smile and Sinclair chuckles, "The man is a creep I think... I could never find myself with an underaged girl." He mumbles, sipping his drink.

"Well then it's good I'm not underaged then... huh?" You place your hand on his thigh and you could have sworn you saw him choke a bit on his drink. "Yeah... I guess it is..."

You giggled softly and smiled at him, "I know we haven't been here long... but uh... would you maybe... I don't know... like to get out of here?"

Sinclair's eye brows raised and he set his glass down, nodding. You smiled and slid off your bar stool, "Come on... you're walking me home!" You offered him your hand hand he gladly took it, "Do you live far?" He asked as he held the door for you. You smiled and shook your head, walking in the direction of your flat.

"Good... I wouldn't want to have to walk too far to get back to my car." He commented, looking down at his feet. You giggled, "Oh I don't think you'll need to walk back to your car..."

Sinclair chuckled, "Well I won't be walking home! That's ridiculous!" You were now in front of your apartment so you grabbed his coat and slammed him into the brick wall, pressing your hips to his. "Oh... that's what you-"

You slammed your lips into his, "Stop talking Please..." you said in between small kisses. He looked a bit stunned but followed your lead. You stumbled inside and up the stairs. Once you got to the door you kicked it open with your foot, it was already unlocked.

"That's dangerous, three in one apartments get broken into each day." Sinclair stated as you threw him down onto your bed.

He looked up at you and gulped, "Can we slip under the blanket? Maybe turn the light off?"

You furrowed your brows, "You don't have to take off your clothes if you don't like..." you climbed on top of him. Sinclair stammered and you leaned down to kiss him. "Please?" He asked quietly.

"Ok..." you sighed softly and got under the blanket. He smiled a bit, seeming to be a bit more confident. You sighed, God he's probably got a small dick. You thought to yourself. In preparation you teased yourself a bit, running your hand over your clothed clit. You were pulsing for touch.

Sinclair watched you and grew hard at the sight.

"Are you just going to watch? Or are you going to have sex with me?"

Sinclair's brows shot up, "Right!" He climbed on top of you and you looked into his eyes, at least he was attractive.

"Do you want me to go slow?" He whispered, you tried to look down but he brought your chin back up, "However you want babe..." you kissed him softly and you could feel his arm moving as he stroked himself.

He pulled your underwear off and slid two fingers in to. You moaned and hummed, his fingers were thick and long. You rubbed his face, you didn't really want to prolong this. "Please... just fuck me..." you begged.

You felt heat rise to his face and his fingers were replaced by his tip. That's not small. He pushed into you and you braced yourself by grabbing his shoulders. You were mistaken, very much mistaken. As he bottomed out you moaned softly.

"God I fit perfectly..." he whispers and connected your lips as he drew himself out of you, thrusting back in. Your breath was sharp, going through your nose as he started to thrust in and out of you roughly. You were a moaning mess under him and that night he made you cum six times.

~Present~

"That was a truly enchanting night..." Sinclair smiled softly, narrating the night you met into your ear.

You giggled softly, "Why where you so demanding about the blanket?" You swayed softly, holding him close as you swayed.

"I didn't want you to compare my size to any of your other lovers." Sinclair said softly, rubbing your back.

You sighed and looked at your wedding ring, "You were one of my biggest... why do you think I married you?" You joked, Sinclair chuckled and shook his head. "I was so nervous... I felt like if I rambled more at the bar your head was going to explode."

You laughed and pulled him into a passionate and loving kiss. The only thing that would ever truly shut him up.

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You laid on a bed that wasn't yours, completely spaced out. Harry was in the shower, you could hear it running. This was the first time you'd ever been to Harry's in all the years you had been sleeping together.

It was the usual cliché. The secretary was being screwed by the boss. Though you wanted it to be so much more you knew Harry didn't feel the same. For living alone he had a bigger house. You stretched and closed your eyes, hearing the shower turn off.

You turned your back to the bathroom door and pretended to snore, just seeing what Harry would do if he thought you were sleeping. You heard a lot of rustling and then there was a dip in the bed.

Your back was a bit cold from Harry moving the covers off of it. He started to trace little patterns into your back and you smiled, not moving. You didn't want to ruin the moment. "Mm. You're awake." He said, smiling softly.

You turned around and smiled up at him, "How'd you know?" Harry smiles and kisses your head, "You hate when I do that while you're asleep. You usually end up sleeping on my hand. It isn't the most comfortable thing... but it's one of those little things you do..."

You giggle and grab his hand, kissing it. You scooted close to his chest and buried your face in it, closing your eyes and thinking. Harry wrapped his arms around you and rubbed the back of your head, every so often kissing it. "You're in one of your little thought bubbles again."

He knew you so well and you hated it sometimes. "Talk to me lovely." He commanded, rubbing your neck.

You sighed softly, "You won't like it... you never do..."

Harry sighed, knowing exactly what you were talking about. "I don't believe we need a label to keep our relationship strong. We've been together for all these months now."

You pushed yourself away from him, "We've been sleeping together for a year and a half Harry."

"Is that not what I said? I didn't specify how many months exactly!" He reached for you but you sat up.

"That's the point. We've been together for so long now! This is the first time I've been to your home. I've told you that I'm in love with you countless times but you always find some way to change the subject. It's disgraceful. My mum asks me who I'm seeing and I can't even tell her because you like the adventure of us being a secret! It sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me Harry." You started to pick your clothes up from the floor.

"(Y/N)... please. I didn't know you felt like that!" He stands with you, picking up your clothes to keep them from you, rather than help you leave. He was clever.

"Well maybe if you actually took some time to listen to me you would!" You shook your head and yanked your clothes from him, putting them on quickly.

"Let me walk you out." He whispered, a desperate fear in his eyes. You shook your head and walked out of the door, Harry followed after you quickly and you opened the wrong door. You stared into a child's bedroom. You blinked at the room and looked at Harry.

His hand was on the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed. "Harry..." you whispered, dread filling your heart. "Harry please tell me this is a joke."

Harry stayed silent and walked back to his room. You saw a picture on the child's nightstand. You walked into the room and picked it up. You gulped softly and stared at the woman in the picture. "She's dead... she has to be... he couldn't lie to me like this..." you whispered, going back to Harry's room, "Is she dead? Please... please don't tell me I'm your mistress. I'm no home wrecker Harry!"

Harry didn't look at you. He didn't make a sound. You shook your head and threw the picture onto the bed, storming out. You got in your car and drove off, you weren't sure where it is you were going, but you had to get out of London.

A/N: This is part one! Please proceed to part two if you wish to continue to read!

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~Three Years Later~

You now resided in Manchester. You were alone at your usual bar, trying to get some form of affection from some guy. It was about closing time now you laid your head on the bar and the tender slapped your bill down, "Pay up (Y/N), today's tab and last nights." You sighed softly and pulled out your card, handing it to the man.

He plucked the card from your fingers and swiped it. "Declined." He said loudly. You roll your eyes and took your card back.

"I'll get it." A familiar voice said. You sighed and closed your eyes tightly. You knew that voice from anywhere, you'd never heard one like it. Closing your eyes made it worse, all the images you repressed came back, the last thing ringing in your ears was him moaning your name for the entire street to hear.

"You look a mess lovely..." he rubbed your back softly and you sighed loudly.

"I don't think you're the one who needs to be calling me a mess, Harry." You got up, walking out, and didn't even look at him. Harry followed closely behind you, you could feel his presence. "Won't your wife wonder why you have a charge on your card from a bar in Manchester?" You shoved your hands into your pockets.

"My ex wife." He retorted, catching up and walking beside you. You wanted to cry, you wrecked a home. Success.

"Just- leave me be... please Harry..." You kept your head down and your eyes low, trying to keep from crying. As much as you hated to say it, you were still in love with the ass.

Harry sighed softly and grabbed your shoulders. "Come with me for tonight. A mutual friend informed me that you had been staying with them because your water got shut off."

Oh Tony was dead. "I don't want to stay with you. I want to go stay in a solid bed, not a hotel." You tried to break from him but he forced you to look at him. You looked into his eyes and those dorky glasses. You quickly wiped away a tear.

"I'm not in a hotel. I live here in Manchester. My office moved locations. Just one night."

You sniffled and nodded softly, you needed a shoulder to cry on. Harry wrapped his arm around your waist and took you to his flat. He sighed and threw his keys to the side once you entered. You looked around and smiled softly at the pictures of him and his kids.

Many of the pictures he was making goofy faces, one the children were in lobster costumes. You giggled and smiled at Harry.

"We have to be quiet... the children are upstairs in their beds. I know it's bad to bring a woman home... but their mother is coming to pick them up tomorrow for her weekend." You nodded and hugged him from behind. He flinched softly and then smiled, "Hello there..." he whispered.

You smiled and kissed his cheek, "I can see you're a good dad... no need to justify yourself."

Harry smiles and sighs softly, "I regret to inform you that there is only one bedroom, mine. I can take the couch if you'd like, but if you're ok with it, it can accommodate both of us easily."

You smiled, "No need to make my host uncomfortable."

Harry nodded and lead you to his bedroom. You smiled softly and sighed, you missed when things were like this, you missed Harry and his brilliance. His room was very set and organized, everything having a place. "I missed this you know..." you whispered softly, sitting on his bed.

Harry hummed and started to unbutton his shirt, "I did too... more than you know lovely." He walks over to you and places a soft kiss onto your forehead. He tickled you softly under your chin, that always made your heart flutter and he knew that. You looked at the untouched side of the bed and laid down on the soft pillow.

"How do you get up in the morning... this is so... comfortable..." you giggle softly and kick off your shoes, crossing your legs.

Harry looks at you and chuckles, "My children. They love to come in here... jump on the bed. Demand pancakes." You smile at the mention of his kids, you could tell he really was taken by them.

"Do you and your wife have a shared custody?" You ask cautiously, taking your tight jeans off. You forgot you were wearing Harry's favorite kind of underwear and quickly hop under the covers.

Harry shakes his head and takes his watch off, "No. We have an agreement. She sees them every other weekend. They were old enough to make a decision and they choose me."

You nodded softly and stretched, "I bet that's great for a bachelor." You smiled and Harry laid beside you, "Well it's not bad... especially when that same bachelor can't stop thinking about one woman he mistreated three years ago."

You sighed and looked away, "Yeah..." you mumbled. Harry sighed and absentmindedly rested his hand on your hip. His warm hand engulfed your side and you saw his expression change slightly when he felt a certain silk. "I thought I tore that demon pair to shreds." His husky voice growled.

You shook your head and turned away from him, closing your eyes, "Bought another pair... my favorites."

Harry hummed, you could feel his now nervous behavior radiate off of him. "You can touch..." you said softly, looking back at him to look into his eyes.

Harry grabbed your hip and pulled you close to his body, your back flushed against his chest. There was no sign of arousal, just comfort. You smiled, this is what you thought was sexy. Just laying there with Harry was enough for your heart to melt. You missed the man so much and you couldn't help it.

A couple of minutes of just taking your time with Harry in you heard Harry's snores. You smiled and turned around, taking his glasses off and setting them on his bedside table. You watched his face as he slept. He held you tightly and respectfully. You placed a soft, quick kiss to his lips and cuddled into his chest, closing your eyes.

A/N: This is part two! Please proceed to part three if you wish to continue to read!

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The next morning when you woke the bed was warm but something was missing, Harry. You groaned softly and felt for him, nothing but an empty bed.

"Oh great. The half naked girl is now awake." You heard a stern lady say, her words covered in venom. "No need to ridicule her Karen. She's an old friend, needed a place to stay."

"Oh? An old friend? She looks half your age. What did you do? Babysit her?"

You groaned softly and sat up, rubbing your eyes. The room was so bright. Harry stood leaning against a wall, a woman you guessed was Karen was standing in the middle of the room, staring straight at you. "Hi..." you whispered. It was the woman in the pictures of course, the children's mother.

Harry raised a brow and pointed at neatly folded sweatpants at the foot of the bed. You nodded softly and got up, putting them back on. "Did you make the children pancakes? If you'd allow I make really good waffles." You smiled brightly and Karen looked back at Harry.

"They're supposed to eat only whole grain things. Please don't tell me you're feeding them artificial foods. It'll stunt their growth."

Harry sighs and walks to you, "Go make them... they aren't awake yet." You smiled and nodded. Harry didn't follow after you but you didn't really want to stay for an argument.

You looked around the kitchen trying to locate what you needed for the waffles. You hummed while you worked and a boy wandered into the kitchen. He stopped and looked at you, deadpanning.

While you were sleeping your shirt had ridden up and made a somewhat crop top. Harry's grey sweats had hugged your waist from being tied tight. "Oh! Hello!" You smiled at the teenager and he slowly walked and sat down at the table.

"Do you like eggs?" You poured the batter onto a waffle maker. The boy shook his head and blinked. You smiled and nodded, making Harry some scrambled eggs. "Are you Dad's... friend...?" He asked quietly.

"Oh! Yeah!" You giggled softly, "(Y/N)." You introduced yourself, "Your dad is in his room... talking to your mum."

The boy sighed and nodded, putting his head down. You brought him a waffle and some orange juice. He smiled at you and you went back to making waffles. You felt a warm body pressed behind you and you smiled, "Hi Harry."

Harry hummed and pulled your shirt down before Karen saw. "Seems my son was practically drooling over you..." he whispered into your ear, the growl of his morning voice sent shockwaves down your spine.

Your eyes went wide, "Oh- I-"

Harry chuckled and kissed your cheek, "Karen didn't see. She's trying to wake our daughter up. She isn't a morning person."

You nodded softly and pointed to the eggs you'd made him. "Looks good." He grabs a plate and fixes it before sitting down beside his son. His son looked at him like he was a celebrity. You made two more plates for Karen and the daughter before sitting opposite Harry.

Karen stormed out of the daughters room, grabbing her sons arm. Harry furrows his brows and sits up.

"I'll just get them out of your hair so you can have sex with your girlfriend."

Harry scoffed and stood, "Thats not what this is about Karen. Let's not do this in front of the kids. It's your weekend. They miss you. Respect their wish of not wanting to hear you complain about me for two days."

The children frowned and looked down. Karen huffed and escorted them both out of the flat. You stared at your coffee and Harry grabbed your hand. "I'm glad you're back..."

You looked up at him, "Yeah..." you thought of something and giggled.

"What's so funny lovely?"

"No wonder you slept with me... Karen is a mythic bitch."

Harry squeezed your hand and nodded softly, he put a finger over his lips and leaned in, kissing you. "Do you still have those underwear on?" He rubbed your hand in circles with his thumb.

You giggled softly and nodded. "Yes sir..."

He smirked and lead you to the bedroom, it was about to be an eventful weekend.

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You heard the front door open and flew down the stairs, "William?"

The white haired man looked up at you with a bit of surprise at your urgency. You bowed your head at him, "Uh... Beadle informed me that you were heading into town! I was wondering if you'd be so kind to take me as well."

Turpin tilted his head and thought, he had always been hesitant of taking you out of the house, but you could no longer stand having to stare at the same walls that made up the Turpin Estate.

"Please sir... I haven't been out in three months." You pleaded.

Turpin sighed and fixed his neck tie. "We must hurry, the carriage is soon to depart." He grabs your hand and pulls you out the door. He took you to the carriage and stared down Beadle. "We'll have a chat later Bamford." He spat, helping you into the carriage. You smiled brightly at the ironically dark and gloomy world ahead.

The air in the carriage was thick, you looked to Turpin, "What is it we're going in town for?"

Turpin studied your giddy expression and sighed, turning to his window. "I need a shave. The Beadle recommended this man on Fleet Street."

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, "How come you never take me out anymore? When I was a child it was a daily occurrence... I miss the world... feeling the sun..."

"It's London darling. There isn't much sun anymore. Besides, you are no longer a child. You are a woman, men will try to pursue you and I won't have it."

You lifted your head from his shoulder, "Why? Would you be jealous?" Your head was right around his ear. Turpin cleared his throat and crossed his legs. You smirked and ran your fingertips up his thigh, "Do I make you nervous William?"

Turpin slowly turned his face to you, "It's not the lady who makes me nervous. It's the monster that's within her." He put his hand on your chin, his thumb rested on your bottom lip and he pulled it down slowly, staring at it.

"I don't know what you're speaking of sir..." You knew exactly what he was talking about. You were an artist, very into anatomy, especially William's anatomy. He must have found your drawings.

"I think you do." His low voice growled and the carriage came to a stop. Beadle came to the side and opened the door, Turpin got out and then offered you his hand. You gladly took it and Beadle lead you both to a barber and meatpie shop. You looked around the windows and saw a man standing in the window.

You shivered a bit, getting a bad vibe, you didn't like this area of London. Judge held the back of your waist and a lady came floating down the stairs, she smiled brightly. "Hello there! I'm sure you're here for a shave mister, just pop upstairs, Mr. Todd is waiting!"

She looks to you and Turpin's hand slowly leaves your waist, you quickly grabbed it before he could leave your side. He looked to you, concern on his face. "Do I stay down here?"

The lady smiled, "Come on in! I can give you some water and a meatpie. On the house." She winked at you and Turpin nodded, "I'll collect you when I am finished."

"Yes sir." You follow the woman and she sits you down at a table, "Would you like some gin?" The lady held up an almost empty bottle, shaking it. You shook your head and looked around the shop, Mrs. Lovetts meat pies. You assumed the lady was this Lovetts.

"Alright. I have some pies fresh from the oven then!" Mrs. Lovetts placed one in front of you and you furrowed your brows, it was moldy and green, you'd never seen mold, having the best food your entire life. "Oh no thank you then.. I'll be alright..." you smiled softly and pushed it away.

Mrs. Lovetts smiled and sat beside you, "So you're the Judge's ward... I've only ever heard of you."

You chuckle softly and shake your head, "He doesn't let me go out often.. still believes me to be a child.. but by god I wish he could see past that! The man is so-" you looked out the window and saw a man running up the stairs, a man that had been spying on you from outside your window.

You got up and quickly walked after him. Mrs. Lovetts grabbed your arm tightly and you broke from her. The boy swung the door open just as you arrived at the top of the stairs. You looked at Turpin and gasped, the barber's blade was pressed against his throat. "William..." you whispered.

The barber looked enraged and slowly took the blade away from Turpin. Turpin quickly got up and wiped his face off, the barber was staring at you in awe. Turpin looked between the two of you and then grabbed your arm, pulling you back to the carriage. "Sir-"

"I don't want to hear a word." Turpin threw you into the carriage and the Beadle quickly started back off to the house. You looked at Turpin, he still had shaving cream all over his face. You turned to him and slowly touched his cheek. "Let me finish the shave with your razor when we get home... you know I'm capable." You whispered.

Turpin looked to your eyes and nodded, "Foul play. Wasn't it. He was going to-"

"Yes sir." You answered quickly, not wanting to hear him say he was about to die. You would be lost without Turpin. Grief would take over you as many men would try to get their crummy hands on you.

Once you arrived home Turpin ordered the Beadle to set out on some officers to have the barber brought to him. While they spoke terms you went to Turpin's bathroom and got his shaving supplies.

You returned back downstairs and Turpin was sitting at his desk. You smiled at him and held up the supplies. When you were going through puberty Turpin had to teach you how to shave your legs. He wasn't very good at shaving but because of your ankles and knees you'd become a master of a straight razor in no time.

Turpin smiled at you and you placed the lather down on his desk, preparing it just as he showed you all those years ago. You draped a bedsheet over his clothing and he leaned back in the chair.

You lathered up his stubble and started to slowly drag the blade across his skin. It was very sharp, making crisp noises as it glided across his skin.

Turpin hummed softly and closed his eyes. "Will that man go on trial...? What proof do you have to send him away?" Your curiosity got the better of you.

"I don't need proof. Him being convicted has a lot to do with my opinion. I guess I could bring you to the stand." You smiled and nodded, "Forever loyal to you, William..." you whispered. "No matter the circumstance."

Turpin smirked and you finished his face. "Look at that... no more beard rashes." You were referring to two weeks ago when drunken passion gripped Turpin's heart and he pulled you into a rough kiss. You had a small rash on your chin for a week.

You tilted his chin up, not really remembering the last time you'd seen him cleanly shaven. You connected the both of your lips softly and Turpin's big hand came up to cup your cheek. "I'm yours William."

"I know."

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You had been with your boyfriend, Hans Gruber, for three years. It was finally time for him to meet your parents. You were pretty worried for him to meet them, your parents big on the American Dream.

You watched as Hans slept, you were in a hotel just outside of Charlotte, North Carolina, where you grew up. Hans was always a peaceful sleeper, only snoring when he was absolutely exhausted. Of course he did tonight because you had a very long night of drinks and sex.

You softly traced the skin above his beard and his face twitched. You leaned forward and kissed him softly on the head, he smiled a bit and draped his arm around you.

"Love... we have to get up and get ready to go... my parents are expecting me any moment now..." you whispered. Hans' hand traveled from your side to your hip and he pulled you close to his body, he moved your leg over his hip and you pushed him away by his shoulder, "No Gruber." He was trying to use one of his sneaky moves to possibly be able to have sex with you.

Hans grunted and you sat up, your legs were a bit sore and the sheets on the bed were disheveled, luckily you and Hans had brought your own. You run your fingers through your hair and walk to the bathroom, you started to freshen up and while doing so you thought of when you and Hans met.

It was Christmas and you had been caught up in a hotel because you couldn't go home. You were in the lobby having a drink when he slid beside you. The entire night you talked and he bought you many drinks. After that he took you to his room and fucked you until you became overstimulated.

You turned on the shower and Hans was suddenly at the door. You giggled and smiled at him. "You can hop in with me... but no funny business." You walked over to him and kissed him softly. Hans closed his eyes, "No... of course not Poppet."

You rolled your eyes and got in the shower. He followed after you, the both of you already being naked. "Are you nervous?" You asked Hans while massaging shampoo into his hair. He leaned into your hands and you smiled.

"No. Why would I be nervous? They're just two people. Nothing more." His thick German accent always broke you, you were close to letting him give you a great shower. "Well you know how much my father hates Germans..."

Hans chuckled and shook his head, "Not all of us are bad."

"Except you." You washed your own hair and Hans placed his hands on your hips, "I'm not bad... I just... I take what I want." Hans pulled you back, you felt his semi hard cock resting on your lower back. "I said no funny business Gruber. I actually want to walk."

Hans grumbled and let you go, he was respectful of your decisions but he sometimes got really pouty about it. You finished washing yourself and stepped out of the shower. You washed your face and started to put makeup on. Hans opened the shower curtain so you could watch him.

Hans started to stroke himself, going slow at first. He moaned loudly and your eyes darted to his. Your mouth watered slightly and you brought your legs together. "Oh fuck, Poppet." Hans growled, his hand slammed against the shower wall, supporting him.

You whimpered softly and gulped, you loved that nickname. You cleared your throat and your eyes slowly dragged up Hans' body. Once you made eye contact with him you had to quickly look away. His eyes were full of lust, almost black.

You shook your head and he roared as his orgasm over came him. As he came he mumbled many things in German. That was one of the sexiest parts of Hans. He always had to have the last word. He washed himself off and slowly stepped out of the shower. You continued to get ready and he watched you.

"You don't need that makeup..." he kissed your shoulder and neck. "Well... I'd rather my parents not know I just got my shit rocked the night before... thank you." You covered up the hickies that peppered across your neck. Hans chuckled and shook his head. You stepped away from him and walked to your bag, getting dressed.

Hans looked in the closet and took his suit out, the little tease, his suits always got you going. Just for that you wore Hans' favorite underwear set and a skirt. The underwear had a opening where your entrance was. You stepped into your skirt and he walked behind you, "Are you trying to be a bad girl mein Schätzchen?"

You shrugged, "My only clean pair." You turned and faced him, fixing his tie. "You look pretty today..." you smiled and Hans didn't look amused, "I'm not pretty." You patted his chest and walked to the door, "Come on! We're going to be late." Hans huffed and the both of you got a cab. You rested your head on his shoulder and Hans' hand rested on your thigh.

Sometimes he was a bit overly possessive but you always thought it was hot. You played with his big fingers out of boredom, you always liked looking at the small callus on his right hand pointer finger from his gun.

"You didn't bring it... did you?" You looked up at Hans and he nodded, "I bring it everywhere Poppet."

You rolled your eyes and looked out the window, "It's not like you need it." You sat up and crossed your legs, kicking his hand off of your thigh. You could feel Hans' eyes burning into the back of your head. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him.

Your breath hitched and you looked up into his warm eyes. He knew you were only being bratty for attention. "I do need it." He leaned into your ear, "I'm a wanted man..." you gulped softly and felt heat pool in your stomach, blood rushing to your cheeks. "I need you. Bad." you whispered back. Hans chuckled and let you go. "I know Schätzchen."

This was your punishment for this morning. Making him pleasure himself wasn't the smartest decision.

The cab driver pulled up to your parents house and you fixed your hair, getting out of the car. Your heart was beating out of your chest and Hans walked to you. He placed his big hand on your lower back and kissed your head soothingly. "Ich liebe dich." He whispered.

You looked up at him and pecked his lips, "I love you too..." you didn't know German, but you knew those three words more than anything. You sighed and walked to the front door. You knocked softly and Hans grabbed the knocker on the door and firmly knocked.

You looked up at him and he smiled, "I can guarantee they didn't hear that first knock."

"That's the point stupid." You smiled up at him and he kissed you quick, "We're going to be alright."

The door opened and your mother stood there, a bright smile on her face, "(Y/N)!" She threw her arms around you, it had been a long time since you'd been home. "Oh please! Come in!" She stepped out of the way and looked at Hans. Hans smiled and held his hand out, "Anton... Anton Gruber."

"Carrie (Y/L/N)," she answered, shaking his hand. Hans and his made up name. You gulped and stepped into the warm house, it smelled of Christmas cookies and apple cinnamon candles.

Hans stood behind you and looked into the house, he grabbed your coat and hung it on the rack. "You have a very lovely house Mrs. (Y/L/N)... smells of Christmas." Hans looked back at your mother and she nodded, still looking at him. "Thank you Mr. Gruber."

You looked at your mother, a bit concerned. She walked past you and fanned her face, winking at you. You laughed loudly and shook your head. "Come! Come sit in the living room! Your father is upstairs in his study. I'll go tell him you've arrived." Your mother quickly goes up the stairs and you sit on the couch, tucking your hands between your legs.

"Your house seems so cozy." Hans smiles, and you nod, "Yeah... Christmas time is my mother's favorite." You look under the Christmas tree, there were two gifts, one for you and one addressed to 'Mystery Boyfriend'. You didn't get your parents anything.

Hans follows your eyes and sighs, he takes out his wallet and reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a Christmas card and looks in your purse. He gets a pen and signed it, your name in cursive, his made up one in sloppy print. He then slipped five hundred dollars into the card.

"Jesus Hans..." you put your hand on his wrist, and he shook it off, sealing the card and putting it back in his pocket. "You know me so well..." you whispered. Hans smiled and kissed your cheek. Your father cleared his throat and you turned around. "Daddy!" You stood and hugged him.

He patted your back and eyed Hans. "David." He held his hand out and Hans nodded, "Anton." Hans shook his hand and your mother smiled brightly. "So! Why don't we leave Anton and your father in here to drink... and you can tell me all about the island you live on!"

She grabbed your hands and you looked at Hans. He nodded once and you went with your mother to the kitchen. "So... tell me about Anton." She smiled and you pushed yourself up on the counter. "Ant is sweet... he cares a lot and is super gentle... always asks me if I'm ok."

Your mother smiled and you heard nothing but silence from the living room, it made you nervous. Your mother handed you a glass of wine and you gladly took it. "I hope father likes him... you know how he is about... Germans..."

Your mother frowned and nodded, "Well I think he's hot." She leaned against the counter and you sipped your wine. "How is he in bed?" You choked on your wine and spilled a bit on your dress. Your mother chuckled, "Come on (Y/N)... spill!"

You drank the rest of your wine and nodded, clearing your throat. "Fucking amazing." You said confidently. "Best I've had... he cares a lot." You poured yourself another glass and sipped from it. "Now what is it he does for work? To live on a private island he has to have some money."

You nodded and looked at the living room door. "He's a business man. Owns his own company. It's European of course. Makes suits and stuff."

"Ahh yes... I did see he had a very expensive suit. Those shoes where brighter than my Christmas tree!" She exclaimed. You laughed softly, "Ant is a man of fashion. Loves what he does."

The oven dinged and your mother pulled a turkey out of the oven. She sat it on the kitchen table on a plate and started to make some sides. You got off the counter and helped her, making some green beans and corn. "Ant is an amazing cook... he could lend a hand if you'd like."

Your mother shook her head, "No darling... this is the woman's job. Let the men be men." Your mom was a housewife and always thought like that. It was then that a hand reached over your shoulder and tasted the soup you were working away at. "Needs bay leaves." Hans commented. Your mother looked at him and smiled. "I always forget those!"

She walks to the spice rack and throws three in. "Did you have fun with my father."

You looked over your shoulder and Hans nodded once, "He excused himself to the restroom." Hans picked your wine glass up and smelled it. He cringed slightly knowing that Big Sipper Merlot was your least favorite.

"So Anton! My daughter says you own your own business. A suit designer?"

"Yes... I own a company in Germany. Pretty big there. I operate it from home which of course can drive (Y/N) crazy sometimes."

Your mother giggled, "Oh I'm sure she can't get enough of you!"

Hans chuckled and shrugged, "Well... sometimes we love to be around each other all day. But others we need a bit of... separation."

"Well I do hope you don't mind taking the pull out tonight. (Y/N)'s father rather you two not sleep in the same bed." You mother poured the sides into serving dishes and Hans couldn't help but laugh.

"She's being serious Gruber." You brought him a spoon of the soup and poured it into his mouth. He hummed and nodded. "I'm sorry Anton... he's always been like that to all of (Y/N)'s boyfriends." You rolled your eyes and Hans grabbed your hip. You kissed him and put a lid on the soup. "Er vertraut mir nicht." Hans mumbled. (He doesn't trust me)

You didn't understand Hans so you carried the soup to the table. Your mother nodded and went to go find your father. You walked to your wine and Hans took it from you, he hated wine but gave you your fathers expensive whiskey. You kissed his cheek and finished off his glass. "You're gaining brownie points..." you rest your head on his chest and he wraps his arm around you.

"I hope so. I was going to bend you over that twin bed of yours... fuck you until your parents filed a noise complaint." You giggled and rubbed his chest, letting him warm you up. "If they get a little... offensive... they're just curious really."

"That's alright Poppet. I can handle it." He kissed your head and you bring his chin down, kissing him the right way. Hans hummed and set the wine down, cupping your face in his hand. "You're so sexy when you deal with my everyday problems." You whispered, hovering over his lips.

Hans chuckled and shook his head. "Ich liebe dich." That was the second time he told you that tonight and it always gave your butterflies. Tonight you needed to feel special, and Hans was doing perfect.

"Alright y'all! Let's dig in!" Your mother said, coming down the stairs. Your father eyed Hans and you sat down. Hans sat across from you and smiled at you. "This looks amazing."

Your mother smiled, "Well I was going to look up some German dishes and try them... but David said no. So I did what I usually do."

"I said no because I didn't want to offend Anton. I'm sure his mother's cooking was a lot better than yours Carrie." Your father muttered, getting the turkey leg. Hans shook his head, "No... I haven't had much American cooking anyway. This is very delightful."

You tapped Hans' shoe twice to tell him he was doing good. Hans smiled a bit. "Does (Y/N) not cook?" Your father looked to you.

"Well we have a chef. There is really no need for her to do much. She keeps our living area straight, otherwise she need not work. I provide for her."

Your father hummed and slowly chewed his turkey. "If only she knew you before we sent her to college." He chuckles lightly and your mother laughed nervously. Hans smiled and nodded.

"Well how did you two meet?" Your mother asked.

"We met Christmas. She was in a hotel lobby and I happened to lay eyes on her in my rush. I had some really important business to attend to. But uh... she made me put everything down and we talked the rest of the night before returning to our rooms. The next morning I asked her to come with me."

Your father shook his head, "Bit strange if you ask me."

"Well she did just break up with Gary." Your mother added.

Hans furrowed his brows and you rolled your eyes. "Gary was my high school boyfriend..."

"You two were together for six years." Your father looks at the door and back at you. You heard footsteps from upstairs and looked at Hans. "Father. You didn't."

"He lives here with us. I didn't invite him."

You stomped on Hans' foot unintentionally, your heel almost going through the leather. His face twisted, "Scheiß Hölle, Schätzchen!" Your head snapped to Hans and you gulped, "I'm sorry..." you got up and went to the restroom and you saw Gary on the balcony. You froze and looked up at him. He was dressed in the suit he wore to your senior prom.

At the table Hans looked at your father, "Excuse my language. She may have just broken my toe." He chuckles nervously and your father nods. "I know the first two words. Not the last."

"It's just her nickname. Poppet? I uh... we do nicknames." Hans cleared his throat and your mother handed him an ice pack he shook his head, "Thank you, but I'm fine Mrs. (Y/L/N).."

Gary walked down the stairs and smiled at you, "Look at you..."

You stepped away, "H-H-Ant...?" Your face was red from embarrassment. Hans' warm presence was behind you immediately and he grabbed your hand. "Yes my love?"

Gary looked at Hans and nodded. "Can you help me back to the chair beside you...?" You whispered and Hans nodded. He lead you to the chair and sat you down, giving you your plate. Gary came in and sat across from you. You held Hans' hand and he squeezed yours.

"So... uh... Gary... what do you do?" You took a sip of your wine and Gary smiled, "I'm a cop. Went to the academy after you dumped me."

Hans stifled a laugh and took a bite of the soup.

"What do you do?"

"Nothing." Hans answered quickly, "I provide for her."

"Anton. Be nice." You kicked his foot and he sighed, "Sorry... excuse my behavior. I believe I may have had a bit too much whiskey."

Gary nods and everyone finished their meals in silence. You took Hans' plate and he nodded at you. "So! I have gifts for you and Anton, (Y/N)!"

Your mother dashed to the living room. She came back with two boxes and distributed them. "Ok... the one for (Y/N) is really for the both of you... but Anton you open yours first."

Hans nodded and opened the box. It was a Christmas tie with a Santa on it. You looked at it and laughed. "Go on Ant... put it on!"

Hans looked at you and sighed softly, taking off his tie in one fluid motion. He tied the new one around his neck in a flash and you bit your lip.

"Do you know who Santa is Anton? In Germany they call him Belsnickel?" Your mother asked.

Hans chuckled and put the tie in his clip. You kicked his foot, "Yes ma'am. Impish or Admirable."

Your mother smiled proud of herself and you looked at the box, "Well go on!" Your mother smiled and you ripped the wrapping off. You opened the box and your mouth fell open. You slammed the box shut and Hans furrowed his brows.

He slowly took the box from your hands and opened it, "O-Oh..." it was red lingerie, it had less fabric than the ribbon on the box. His face was a deep red, "Thank you..." He cleared his throat and shut the box. He took a swig from his drink and handed the card to your mother.

She smiled and carefully opened it. The money fell onto her lap and she gasped, "Oh.. Anton... this is a lot!" She exclaimed, handing it back. Hans shook his head, "No... take it... I insist. You were so kind to let me into your home and stay the night... allowing me to meet you lovely people."

Gary stared at the bills in awe and nodded. Your father took the money and tucked it into his pocket, "Thank you."

Hans smiled and nodded, "Of course..."

You sighed in relief and stood, "I'm going to go take Ant upstairs... I want to show him my room... is that alright?"

Your mother looked to your dad and he sighed after a bit, "Yes. But you will sleep on the couch."

Hans nods, "Of course. I respect your wishes." He stands and you grab his hand, taking him upstairs. You shut your door and let out a sigh. "Thank god..."

This is part one, proceed to part two where Hans finds a loop hole to help you relieve some stress! ;))

Chapter Text

He stands and you grab his hand, taking him upstairs. You shut your door and let out a sigh. "Thank god..."

Hans sighs softly and looks around your room. "My desires are killing me, Poppet."

You walk over to him and hug him, "They probably bugged the fucking room..." you whispered. Hans sighs and you feel the gun he has tucked in his waist band. "I want to ravish you... and do it in front of that dense law enforcement wannabe."

You giggled softly and shake your head. "That tie looks hot on you..."

Hans smiles, "You're putting those underwear on tomorrow night. I want to be entertained." You blush softly and walk back to your bed. You sit Hans down and sit on his thigh. "Will you let me dry ride you...? I need something..." you whispered. Hans hummed and shook his head. "I'll do you one better."

He looked around and ran his fingers up your inner thigh. "I fucking love these underwear... so easy to just..." Hans plunged two fingers into you. You buried your face in his shoulder and pointed to the top drawer. He furrowed his brows and pulled out a small vibrator. "Oh you nasty little girl..."

He turned the tv on and laid back on the bed, your face in his chest. If anyone were to walk in it would look like he was watching TV while you were napping. Hans turned the vibrator on its highest setting and rested it on your clit. "Don't cum until I say." You gulped softly and nodded. He teased you a bit by running his hands through your folds. You whimpered and bucked your hips.

"Patient Schätzchen." Hans whispered. You nodded and he slowly inserted his fingers. They were callused from working and he spread them, making a V to stretch your walls. You moaned into his chest and bit your lip. "Hans... please..." you breathed.

Hans kissed your head and he went faster, taking his fingers out and completely slamming them back into you. "F-fuck..." you stuttered, you so badly wanted to ride him or make him eat you out like he always did, but it would be too obvious. "I bet Gary never pleased you the way I do." Hans growled, that's where he got possessive. "N-n-no! G-Gary has a small dick! You don't! You're so fucking big!" You moaned.

Hans smirked and leaned into your ear. "Good girl." He mused, his voice deep and smooth. You whimpered and clenched your thighs around his hand. "You're getting close aren't you, Poppet?"

You nodded frantically and bit down on his jacket. Hans pushed your hair from your face, "Are you alright darling?" He whispered. This is where his caring side came in, this is another thing you loved about him. He always checked up on you. You nodded, you were on the edge.

Hans wasn't one for edging and he always got really concerned when he did so. He used his free hand to control the vibrator, moving it to your more sensitive areas. You moaned loudly and grinded down. "Please Hans~" you moaned into his shoulder.

Hans hummed, "You can cum Schätzchen." He commanded, you let go and your orgasm rushed over you. It filled your body and you shoved Hans' tie into your mouth, screaming his name. He smiled and once you finished he carried you to the bathroom. He ran a bath, the perfect temperature, and took your clothes off. He tucked your soiled underwear into his pocket and laid you in the bath, kissing your head. You laid back and closed your eyes.

Hans went into your room and started to clean up, using air freshener to freshen up the room. He started to change the sheets and the door opened. He looked a the door and Gary looked at him, "Where's (Y/N)?"

Hans pointed to your shut bathroom door, "She's taking a bath, the hotel we've been staying in didn't have her shampoo so she's washing up here."

Behind Gary was your father, but Hans didn't see him. "Why are you changing the sheets? Not like you're sleeping here."

Hans chuckled softly, "She needs certain sheets to get some good rest. Had them imported all the way from China. One hundred percent silk. Brand new too." Hans started to change the pillow cases and Gary sat down on the chair in the corner. "You spend a lot of your hard earned money on her?"

Hans nodded, "She's high maintenance but she deserves it. She does a lot for me."

"Well she's a little tease. Hated sex... but loved to be mischievous."

Hans chuckled nervously, "It's what she wants. If she says no after uh... teasing me... then I take care of myself. I'm a man. I can handle it." Hans fluffed your pillows and smoothed out the sheets.

"I guess." Gary stood up but caught a glimpse of Hans' watch. His eyes widened a bit and he looked up at Hans. "Let me see that watch."

Hans walked over to him and showed him his golden plated Rolex.

Gary nodded, impressed. He looked at Hans' hand and saw the ever loved callus. "Do you hunt Anton?"

Hans looked at his callus and chuckled, "Oh yeah. One of the times I get out of the house... get away from it all."

"What's your game of choice?" Gary pushed.

Hans smirked softly, "The Most Dangerous Game."

Gary nodded and wasn't really interested, he didn't understand the reference to the piece of literature. Hans sat on your bed and fiddled with a rock that was on your bedside table.

Gary pulls out a gun and Hans flinches back slightly. "Chill man. Just take a look at it." It was a pistol, Hans' specialty. Hans sighed with relief and slowly took the gun.

He looked over it, "I just bought it. Kick ass Huh?" Gary looked at it with him and Hans looked to see if it was loaded, "You loaded it?"

Gary shrugged, "Mhm."

"The safety is off."

"Thats the fun part."

You got out of the bath and walked into your room naked, not hearing the voices. "Hey Gruber? Where is my ba- GARY!" You quickly dashed back into the bathroom and Hans sighed softly, handing Gary his gun. Gary studied the way he handled the gun with confidence. Hans threw your bag into the bathroom and shut the door.

Gary was stunned and took a deep breath. "Damn... what have you been feeding her... she's fucking hot."

Hans glared at him and knocked on the door. "Are you alright darling?"

"Well yeah... I just didn't know he was in there!" You complained.

"I know darling... I'm sorry."

You shook your head and came out in your pajamas. "It's ok..." Hans sighed and kissed your head. Gary gulped and your dad stepped into the room, "I think it's time you head downstairs Mr. Gruber. I believe everyone is heading to bed."

Hans looked up at your dad and nodded once, "Of course. Let me just get changed out of this suit and I'll be down there."

Your father nodded, "I can wait."

"Right." Hans walked into the bathroom with his suitcase and quickly changed into some sweats and a tank top. He put his gun under the bathroom counter, he had an odd feeling his stuff was going to be searched by this 'cop'.

He walked out of the bathroom and kissed you softly. "Ich liebe dich." He kissed your head. You smiled and held his hand. "I love you too," Time number three.

He walked downstairs and your father and Gary followed him. Your mother stood at the couch and smiled at him, "Goodnight Anton."

Hans smiled at her, "Goodnight Mrs. Carrie." He took the scratchy blanket and rock pillow and laid down. He was the most uncomfortable person in the house but it was for you.

The entire night he would lie wide awake, longing to share the small twin bed with you. Just as he suspected he heard Gary and your father go through his stuff. They stormed out of your room in a huff. "He had nothing on him. His ID... his suitcase... it all checks out! There is something up with him!"

Your dad sighed softly. "He's a standup guy. There is not a thing wrong. He passed the questions you made for him... he respected my rules... he's respected my home.. and my daughter. Just let her go Gary." Your dad walks back into his bedroom and Hans listened as Gary came down the stairs.

Hans quickly pretended to be asleep and felt Gary's eyes on him. He then felt a cold metal on his head and Hans was completely calm. He thought about what he could do and found it. "Poppet... I'm trying to sleep..." he pushed the gun back and then heard it cock.

Hans took a silent breath, "Are you having morning sickness again?" Hans sat up and put his legs on the floor. He rubbed his eyes, "What time is it?" He heard the safety get clicked on and chose to open his eyes. "Oh... Gary... I'm sorry..." he chuckled softly, "I thought you were (Y/N)... I apologize. Do you need something?"

Gary shook his head and went back upstairs, his eyes blank. Hans shook his head and looked at the time, it was five in the morning. He went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast for the morning, he was determined to show your parents he was the best fit for you.

|THE END|

Chapter Text

"(Y/F/N). Please tell us why you are here today." A voice said, looking at you. You stared into the man's eyes, "I'm the best thief in this side of Europe. You hired me to steal a piece of artwork."

"This art work is?" The man leaned forward, he had brown hair and wore glasses.

"Haystacks. Dawn." You answered. It was an easy job, especially because the man you were stealing from was your ex. Lionel Shahbandar. You knew his house like the back of your hand and knew exactly where the painting was.

It was only a year ago that you and Lionel had split. You'd come to terms that the man was too selfish for his own good, but then again, it was you who wept for his embrace each night.

"Ms. (Y/L/N)." The man barked. You raised your brows and looked at him, dismissing Lionel from your mind. "We have a dress and everything you need."

"No need. I already have my things in order. I'll return here in the morning to give you your painting." You got up and left the office you were in without a word.

Tonight you were to attend the annual Shahbandar gala. It was a masquerade. When dating Lionel you looked forward to his parties every year, your favorite being the masquerade. He loved to throw parties for you, but eventually he stopped and the two of you grew apart as he grew closer to a secretary.

Once you arrived home you looked at the invitation Lionel had sent you. Usually he would send you a personally addressed one, but this one was just a print out. He probably forgot to take your apartment off the mailing list.

You started to get ready, you wore a golden dress that had a slit running up your thigh. It went perfectly with the mask you planned on wearing. It was a lioness mask, the one you always used to wear.

You picked it up off your bed and looked at it, the black silk ribbon on the sides fell into your hands and you closed your eyes. You didn't want to wear it but you knew you had to if you wanted to blend in. No one would question your snooping around if you looked like you were Lionel's girl.

You walked to the vanity and sat down, looking at yourself in the mirror. You felt Lionel's warm hand on your shoulder as he tied the mask. But much to your disappointment he wasn't there, only a figment of your imagination.

You tied the mask on your face and cleared your throat, your town car would be arriving soon to pick you up. You got up and made some last minute adjustments before grabbing your clutch and going to wait on the car.

Once the car arrived the man who hired you stepped out. You got up and he offered his hand, you took it smiling. "Are you attending the party?" You asked, getting into the car.

"No. I'm making sure you don't stray from the plans. I have eyes all over (Y/N). If you fail I'll be revoking your pay. You wouldn't want that. Now would you?" He says creepily, looking at your dress.

"No." You said simply. The car ride was silent as you meditated and remembered your plan. At every turn and stop the pit in your stomach grew. Your thoughts drifted from the plans and went to some of you and Lionel's most intimate moments.

Once a year in the fall time Lionel and you would walk to the deep woods and find a place to camp out to take pictures of the leaves and the trees getting ready for the winter. Lionel of course hated it, but he did it for you. Maybe he wasn't so selfish after all...

You pulled yourself from your thought as you saw the tall lion statue that stood in front of Lionel's house. You took a deep breath and looked to your boss once more, he nodded and the car came to a stop. The driver got out and opened your door, helping you from the car.

You looked to Lionel's mansion and nodded, it was time to get in the game. As you walked to the front you handed the man your invitation and he held it up to a light to find Lionel's seal. He hummed and let you in. You thanked god Lionel didn't mess it up for you.

Your mission was to find the painting and take it, but you needed a drink first. You walked to the open bar and got some champagne, your mask being perfect for drinking. You loosened up a bit with the alcohol. You smiled and looked at the warm fire beside the bar, you watched as it danced and suddenly felt a warm hand on your shoulder.

You thought it was your imagination again before you felt a finger run under the strap of your dress, going up and down your shoulder. You froze and gulped softly, "Lionel." You knew it was him, this is something Lionel did frequently when he realized that you were in deep thought.

"I knew I recognized that figure." A low voice answered back. "You look stunning." Lionel's hand wandered down your side and stopped on your hip. You blushed softly and closed your eyes. Your body ignited at his touch. Switching feet you turned around and looked at him.

"I see you got my invitation. Didn't change your mask from last year?"

You shook your head softly and looked down, "Didn't want to... wanted to kinda just blend in..."

"And avoid me. Correct?" Lionel walked away from you and shut the doors to the room you were in, he dismissed the bar tender and turned back to you. You looked away from him, down at your glass, watching the bubbles.

"You're not here for the party. Are you darling?" Lionel walks to you and tilts your chin up with the end of his hand held mask. Your occupation was how you met Lionel, it was three years ago that you were hired to steal the Lion statue out front as a joke on the rich man. Once you succeeded Lionel's business threw a party just like this one and gave the statue back.

He was so impressed with your skills, you weren't on any security tapes or didn't trip his security system, Angus, the Lion. After that he pursued you and won your heart in no time. "Maybe not..." you whispered, looking into his eyes.

Lionel sighed and grabbed your arms. You tensed up and he leaned into your ear. "Which one are you stealing?"

You looked offended, "Excuse me?" You furrowed your brows and Lionel raised his brows, "Which painting. Which artifact. Tell me. I'll pay you double. You know I will."

You laughed and pushed Lionel away from you. "Typical Lionel." You walked to the bar and leaned over it, getting the bottle of champagne.

"Why else would you be here?!" He asked, watching you.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe to see you!" Your arms spread out by your side and stared at him for a moment before sighing and sitting on the couch.

"Why would you want to see me." Lionel looked into your eyes, he was genuinely confused.

You shook your head and closed your eyes. "I don't know... I got the invitation... I decided to come... I regretted it just as I stepped over the threshold and I can't leave because my driver isn't coming back until the end." You never lied, just altered the truth. You did regret coming, you wanted to go home.

Lionel sat beside you and kept his eyes forward. "Right..." you glanced at him and then back forward. You got up and sighed, "I need some air." You left the room and wiped away some tears that brimmed on your eyes.

You walked upstairs to the gallery and stood at the door, looking at the painting, Haystacks Dawn, Lionel's prized possession. You set your glass down and took off your heels. "Ok..." you took out your clutch and threw a bit of powder into the room, no laser defense system. Would it be this easy?

You shrugged and looked around for cameras. None. You walked through the gallery and took the painting down from its place on the wall. Being in this house, in this gallery caused you to let your guard down. The space was so familiar, so much like your own home. You took your tools from your clutch and got to work, carefully removing the painting from the canvas.

You heard a low growl from behind you and smiled, Angus. You turned around and walked to the Lion slowly. "Hey buddy... remember me?" You slowly took off your mask and Angus sat down. You smiled and scratched behind his ears. The big cat purred and leaned into your hand.

"Don't tell me daddy is being mean to you again..." you scratched the lions head and looked at his teeth, they were healthy and his fur was freshly brushed. "Perfect..." sometimes Lionel would get angry with the Lion and would let someone else care for Angus knowing it only liked being brushed when you or Lionel did it.

You kissed Angus' head and went back to the painting. You were the one to put it in the frame, knowing exactly how to make it almost bullet proof.

"That'll be all Angus." Lionel sneered.

Well shit. Now you were caught.

"Tell me one thing. Who."

"I don't know his name Lionel..." you took your hands off the painting and turned around, facing him. Lionel walked to you quickly, he pushed you hips against the small table you were using to take the frame apart with. Your breath hitched slightly.

"Don't. Don't lie. Especially not to me." Lionel rasped, "I'm done with the fatuous lying."

You scoffed and laughed, "Like you have room to talk! You cheated on me and then lied about it! I'm sorry I wasn't enough to fill your sick little rich boy fantasies." You spat.

"This has nothing to do with us! I didn't cheat! I would have never cheated on you!" Lionel yelled back, matching your volume.

You rolled your eyes and looked away, "I only took the job because I thought it was the only way I could get back into your house... but then you sent me the invitation... I thought you forgot to take me off the mailing list."

Lionel furrowed his brows and stepped away from you, "Thats all you wanted? Back in?"

You nodded and fixed your dress, grabbing your clutch. "I've wanted back in since the day I left..." you whispered, wiping your tears.

Lionel sighed in relief, "I've wanted you back in since the day you shut that door..." he walked to you slowly and titled your chin up, kissing you softly.

You hummed and held either side of his suit jacket. You felt Lionel smirk against your lips. He pressed his hips against yours, pushing you up on the table. It was so thin you couldn't sit all the way on it, your front hanging off a bit.

Lionel kept you sturdy, a firm grip on your hip. You wrapped your arms around him and he used his tongue to ask for entrance into your mouth. You of course granted it and the both of you fought. You remembered how much Lionel liked to fight. He growled into your mouth and slid his hand up the slit in your dress.

His fingers traced your bare abdomen and he pulled away from the kiss. "You naughty girl. I didn't know you were bare."

You smiled mischievously, you couldn't help yourself, "Guess I forgot to put underwear on..."

You watched Lionel's face twitch into a smile and he threw you over his shoulder. You screamed and held onto his neck tightly.

I split this into two parts because part one was a little long and it gets really interesting ;)).

Chapter Text

Lionel walked all the way across the house to what the both of you always referred to as The Room. "Lionel..." you whispered.

He grunted and pulled a key from his pocket, opening the door, "Fractious girls like you deserved to be punished. Don't you think so?" The room had a white marble floor with black walls. Most of the walls were covered with mirrors.

An Alaskan King bed was in the middle of the room, the headboard of course being a mirror. The memories alone in this room were indescribable. Lionel threw you on the bed and you laughed. The sheets still smelled of your perfume. "You haven't had anyone in here since... have you?" You asked softly.

Lionel shook his head and walked to the industrial sink with drawers and cabinets. Beside that was an elegant bathtub jacuzzi that took up the entire corner. That's what you called the aftercare corner. No matter how rough or angry Lionel was he always picked you up and gave you a nice bath after everything was done.

"How are you going to punish me my Lion?" You asked, so tempted to finger yourself just at the look of the man. "I can't tell you Darling." He responded quickly.

You laid back on the bed and kicked off your heels, you didn't dare take any clothes off, that was one of Lionel's favorite parts. But hey, you didn't have to take anything off to pleasure yourself. You scooted up the bed and glanced at Lionel, he was too focused on whatever he was doing.

You trailed your fingers down your side and slid them up your dress. You were so wet for Lionel, you hadn't felt this much arousal in so long. You propped yourself up on an elbow and teased yourself a bit by running your fingers through your folds. You closed your eyes and your head fell back as you started to finger yourself.

You moaned softly and spread your legs further, your body wanting something more. When you opened your eyes Lionel stared down at you, his lust filled eyes turning you on more. Lionel didn't say anything, he just reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out rope. "You know the drill Darling. All fours, facing the mirror." He eventually said.

You brought this upon yourself. You didn't dare show any resentment, you did as told. "Good... good girl." Lionel tied the rope to a bar at the head of the bed and then around your wrists. He drew close to your ear, "Are you alright darling?" He whispered, breaking his character. You nodded and faced him, kissing him softly. He smiled and pulled away. "Red fire." He reminded you of the safe word.

Lionel cleared his throat and got behind you, "Why did you touch yourself?" He admonished.

You looked at him in the mirror and smiled, "I grew bored... you were taking too long."

Lionel tightened his tie and bit his lip. "When was the last time someone gave you a good fucking? Was it me Darling?" Lionel started to cut down the back seam of your dress, you knew in a couple of days he'd be in his office sewing back up. You nodded softly and Lionel smirked smugly.

He ran one finger through your folds, you whimpered and your head fell a bit. You were yearning for pleasure.

"God look at you... so desperate... I love it." Lionel growled. He suddenly pushed two fingers into you, you moaned and looked back up at him. He started to roughly fuck you with his fingers and you couldn't hold back each little noise you made.

Lionel didn't look at you, he kept his eyes on your cunt. He stretched his fingers out and licked his lips. While he was desperate to fuck the shit out of you he had to have patients. He inserted a third finger in you and your walls pulsed around his fingers.

"Lionel~ please...!" You were begging for him to touch your clit and he knew that. "No." He croaked. Your head fell down and you started to move your hips slightly. You looked under you and saw a tent in Lionel's pants.

To get your attention Lionel spit on your cunt, you moaned and he used his free hand to rub your clit, "Is this what you want? You're a whore to your own hand aren't you?"

When you didn't answer he slammed his fingers into you. "Fuck~! Yes!" You moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "L-Lionel! I'm going to cum!" You yelled. Lionel chuckled and leaned down to your ear, "No. You aren't." He purred.

Holy fuck that was hot. You thought, trying to hold back your orgasm as best you could. Lionel got rougher and started to rub your clit faster, "Holy shit Lion!" You screamed, as he grimaced. "Cum." He instructed.

You buried your face in the covers as you let out a scream, cumming all over Lionel's fingers. You'd never felt so much pleasure in a very long time. Your body went limp and you collapsed to the bed, trying to regain yourself. Your breathing was deep and shaky. Lionel started to clean his fingers off and undid his tie. He felt a bit overdressed, he always did.

You watched as he stripped down to his underwear and inched onto the bed, next to you. You smiled up at him, "If you untie me I'll suck you off..." you whispered, your voice being a bit strained from the screaming.

Lionel chuckled and pushed your hair from your face, "Oh I will... just lay there for a moment... relax.." he whispered, as he untied your wrists. You nodded and took a deep breath.

"You know I never did cheat... I was going to propose to you... that's why I was speaking with my secretary... she was helping me find a ring. God knows the best thief in this part of Europe had to have a big beautiful diamond." He smiles and your face softens, "You wanted to marry me?"

Lionel nodded softly, "Who wouldn't want to marry you?"

You smiled and kissed his hand, sitting up. You were pretty well rested. You stretched your arms and softly kissed Lionel, while Lionel dominated the bedroom with degrading, BDSM, and edging, you brought intimacy into it. Hand holding, kissing, and praising were your favorite things to do while in charge.

You slid off the bed and pulled Lionel to his feet. He followed your instruction and you tugged on his underwear. You kissed up his shaft took only his tip into your mouth. You flicked your tongue against it, your hands holding his hips.

Lionel groaned loudly and you relaxed your throat as you started to bob your head. Lionel's hands flew to your hair and you prevented him from bucking his hips.

He moaned as you hallowed out your cheeks and focused on his pumping veins.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He moaned, his head falling back. He tried to push your head down but you grunted and he stopped his advancements. "Jesus... how the hell have you improved."

You didn't particularly like his comment so you dragged your teeth along the bottom of his shaft softly as a warning. He flinched and loosened his grip on your head.

You hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. He tossed his head back to keep the hair out of his face as he looked down at you. "Jesus fucking Christ. You better swallow." Lionel added before he came into your mouth. You swallowed while rolling your eyes, the man was too dominant. Once he finished you stood and kissed him deeply. Lionel hummed and held your chin.

"You belong to me. You'll always belong to me. No company is going to treat you like I do darling." His husky voice growled into your ear. You hummed and pecked his lips, "The Great Lionel Shahbandar...." you whispered, "The man's ego is almost as big as his dick."

Lionel chuckled and shook his head, "Whatever you say love.."

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Being the first female Jack of Hearts was a full time job, it was exhausting to prove yourself to your father and the queen.

You rode your horse into the mushroom forest, trying to get some time to yourself. You saw violent smoke rising from the distance and your heart dropped, the forest was on fire.

"Onward!" You snapped your horses reins and it ran into the direction of the smoke. You saw no flame, which irked you.

You saw small circles of smoke traveling from the north and you sighed in relief, someone was just smoking. You slowed your horse down and walked into the smoke.

It cleared, almost parting to make a path for you. A blue caterpillar sat on an awfully large toadstool. He was smoking what smelled like Hookah. You cleared your throat and the caterpillar faced you, a shocked expression on his face.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I was just looking for a place to rest my head..."

The caterpillar studied you, "You're the new Jack of Hearts. (Y/F/N)." He seemed to stare into your soul, and you nodded softly, keeping your horse at bay. "That's me." You answered back.

"I'm Absolem." He leaned closer to you, "You can rest here if you like, have a smoke maybe."

You cleared your throat and got off your horse, tying it up to the stem of a mushroom. "Thank you sir... but I don't smoke." You walked under the toadstool he sat on to possibly find some water. There was a poof noise and you furrowed your brows, placing your hand on your sword.

You slowly walked out from under the stool and the caterpillar was gone, a man in a bright blue suit replaced him.

You looked up at the man, he was fairly attractive. "Whatever you say Ms. (Y/N)." The man's voice was the exact same as the caterpillar and you tilted your head. "You're-"

The man laughed, "You aren't going to hurt me... might as well let my guard down."

"Right..." living in Wonderland you had seen many strange things, but you never knew you could be attracted to a caterpillar. He had snow white hair and deep brown eyes. He looked wise.

You sat beside your horse and laid your head on a mushroom, staring up at the sky.

"You know you'll get a better view if you come up here." Absolem commented.

You looked back at the man and sighed, what's the worst that could happen. You got up and climbed onto his stool. You sat beside him, your legs dangling from the seat.

"Now tell me. What made the queen see you as a Jack? I'm sure being the first woman caused you to go through a complex coarse."

You shook your head and looked out into the smoke. "I saved her life. Her last Jack betrayed her, I brought her his head. The job was mine." You took some whiskey from your flask and tilted it up.

Absolem nodded and chuckled, running a hand through his hair, "Remind me not to mess with you." He patted your leg and you giggled softly, blushing.

Absolem smiled and grabbed your chin softly, looking into your eyes. "You're really beautiful... I'm sure people expect you to be some hag with big muscles."

You chuckled and pulled your chin from his hand, "Yeah... welp.. I'm the exact opposite, really throws people off. The queen adores it." You rested your hand atop Absolem's and he cleared his throat, pulling his hand away.

"So..." You sat up straight and watched as your horse went to sleep, "Why don't you reside in the kingdom?"

Absolem shrugged and took a drag of his Hookah, "The queen is threatened by my wisdom. I'm surprised she hasn't sent you to kill me."

You looked at him, a confused look played on your face and Absolem smiled, he loved curiosity, "I don't think I could bring myself to kill someone as handsome as you..." You whispered, looking deep into the older man's brown eyes.

The both of you just stared at each other for a while, "I happen to like wisdom..." You inched closer to Absolem, your voice sill low.

Absolem smirked and glanced down at your lips, "Is that so...?" He placed the mouthpiece of his Hookah down and his hand slowly came up to cup your face.

You closed your eyes and softly kissed the man. Absolem hummed and leaned into your lips, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

You unintentionally bit his bottom lip, showing how hungry you were. Ever since you became a Jack you weren't allowed to have sex, but you were so far from the castle now, one little endeavor couldn't hurt. Your arms snaked around Absolem's neck and he grabbed your hip, pulling you onto his lap.

You pulled away from his lips and looked into Absolem's eyes and pushed his jacket from his shoulders hesitantly. "That's a lot of armour to get through." He commented. You shook your head and wrapped his jacket around your waist, "Who said I was taking all of it off."

Absolem smirked and kissed your jaw, nipping at it softly. You extended your neck and closed your eyes as the man dragged his teeth along your sweet-spot. Absolem smiled against your skin and roughly sucked on your neck. You moaned softly and grinded your hips down onto his, feeling the growing erection in his pants.

You took a deep breath and Absolem hummed against your skin. When he looked up at you again his eyes were a deep brown, his stare infectious. You crashed your lips back together with a certain urgency.

You fiddled with his belt and easily pulled it off, "Eager are we?" Absolem asked. You giggled and took your own belt off, throwing it to the woods. Absolem easily pulled your leather pants down and smiled mischievously. You unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. "How the hell does a fucking caterpillar have a bigger dick than half of my fleet." You spoke to yourself.

Absolem laughed and you scooted closer to him, grinding onto his cock. Absolem groaned softly, "Don't be a tease Jack." he whispered. You smirked and picked up your hips, slowly sinking down on him. You bit your lip and whimpered softly as he stretched your walls out.

You steadied yourself on his shoulder and let out a long breath when the both of your legs touched. Absolem's eyes were in the back of his head, "You're so tight."

You smiled and rocked your hips forward in slow motions as you adjusted. His cock was stuffed inside of you and with each rock you moaned softly. "Fuck Absolem.."

He grimaced and took a fist full of your hair in his hand, yanking your head back. You moaned, the sudden pain turning you on further. "Stupid girl. The Queen's Jacks don't curse."

You closed your eyes tightly and nodded, he was so fucking hot. Absolem laid you down, putting your legs on his shoulders. He started to screw into you roughly and your head was digging into the mushroom as he pounded your g-spot. "Absolem~" you cried out. You didn't want this to end but you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

Not being able to cruse drove you mad. Your back arched and your walls clenched around Absolem's cock. "I'm going to cum!" You screamed your entire body constricting.

Absolem rammed deep inside of you and you came. He followed closely after you, calling out your name. "So beautiful..." he whispered as he fell beside you, fixing the both of your pants. You smiled softly and kissed him once more.

You heard a loud horn in the distance and sat up, the Queen was calling you back. "I must go... this was... like nothing I've ever had before." You scooted to the end of the toadstool and slid off, untying your horse.

"Will you be back soon?" Absolem asked, taking a long and deep drag off his Hookah.

"If you'll have me." You got on your horse and made him trot over to the mushroom. Absolem smiled and you leaned up, kissing him once more. "I'll always have you here."

You giggled and snapped your horse's reins, going back to the castle.

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You rode into the Marston ranch, your arms wrapped tightly around your husband. Your head laid on his back and your eyes were closing slowly as the horse slowed down.

Elliot brought your hand to his lips and kissed it softly, "Come on my little Dingo... we must get inside.. it's about to get dark."

You groaned softly and squeezed him tighter. "Carry me inside."

Elliot chuckled and pushed your arms off of him. He slid off his horse. Before you could fall forward Elliot grabbed you, carried you bridal style, and lead his horse to one of the men.

You smiled and buried your face in his chest, "Since all the men are about to go to bed... does that mean we get to have some... alone time?" You whispered.

Elliot looked down at you and smirked, "I thought you were tired."

You giggled softly, "Well I'm sure you can wake me up..." you traced your finger along Elliot's jaw.

You felt his pace pick up and he kicked the door to your house open. You laughed and your head fell back. You undid your tight corset and Elliot finally made it to your bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and you screamed, smiling.

You quickly grabbed Elliot's hat and put it on your head, biting your lip. Elliot ruffled out his hair and took off his jacket. You pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his vest.

"So eager my dingo... you want my cock tonight... don't you?" Elliot husked.

You nodded frantically and glanced down at his revolver. Not only was it Elliot's main weapon on the battle field, but also in the bedroom. (Yes I will be making a part two.)

Elliot smirked and wrapped his fingers around your throat, starting to pull the layers of your dress off. "Jesus darling. You exhaust me." He chuckled and you yanked him down into a kiss. "Rip it off." You whispered.

Elliot smirked and quickly ripped the dress at its seams. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist. Elliot stumbled a bit and you pulled him on top of you. Elliot pulled his belt off and threw it to the side. You bit your lip and pushed his pants down.

"Don't be too eager. Just because the gun is off my person doesn't mean I won't still use it." Elliot sneered. You nodded and stared at the erection in his pants. Your body got the best of you and you palmed him, Elliot groaned softly and rocked his hips into your hand.

You smirked and reached into his underwear and pulled him out, stroking him slowly. You missed him, you missed his warmth. It was a big contrast to the cold metal that he'd put in you two days ago.

"Oh what a good little girl.." Elliot rasped, his accent licking his lips.

You tried to bring him closer to you and Elliot shook his head, "Tsk tsk tsk." He pulled your hand off of his cock and you whimpered.

"Please El... I need you... I'm so fucking tired of that stupid gun! I want you! I need you!" You cried, almost letting tears cascade down your face.

Elliot froze and looked at you, a concerned expression on his face. You looked down and sat up, sniffling. You took your dress off and Elliot walked to you slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and took his hat off, throwing it on the dresser.

"Darlin'..." Elliot whispered.

You shook your head and took your underwear off, starting to change, "Forget it... I ruined the mood..." you opened your top drawer and Elliot sighed softly. He stood behind you and kissed up your shoulder softly, "You didn't ruin the mood Dingo.."

You wanted to be reluctant, make him work for you if he still wanted to have sex. But then again, you couldn't help yourself. You leaned into him and closed your eyes, threading your hands through his hair. "Can we... have an intimate night...? We haven't had one in ages..."

Elliot looked up at you and nodded softly. You smiled and turned around, kissing him softly.

Elliot smiled and held your face, he slowly walked you over to the bed and laid you down. You watched as Elliot stepped back and took the rest of his clothes off.

He then kneeled on the bed in front of you. He put his elbows on either side of your head, making it easy for him to kiss you. He grabbed himself and slowly penetrated you.

You smiled and arched your back as he stretched your walls, "Thank you El.." you breathed, closing your eyes as he started to slowly thrust in and out of you. Each thrust was hitting your g-spot, you knew this would drag out your orgasm.

You moaned softly into Elliot's ear and he smirked, bucking his hips roughly once.

You moaned deeply, "El~!"

Elliot laughed and you narrowed your eyes, you grabbed his shoulders and flipped the two of you over. You were tired of the gloating and being under the 'most powerful man' in Aussie. "My turn to ride, cowboy." You spat.

Elliot looked up at you, a bit confused, the both of you had never tried this position before, but you knew what you were doing.

You started to ride Elliot slowly, not letting him have any control. Elliot's eyes rolled back into his head and he snapped his hips up. You moaned and you almost fell forward. "Elliot!" You yelled, hitting his shoulder.

Elliot laughed again and pulled you down into a kiss. He grabbed your hips and moved you up and down on his cock slowly. You moaned into his mouth and Elliot started to move his hips up into you. Yes, you did want control, but it was so much better when Elliot did it.

"There you go... take my cock..." Elliot said in between kisses, he teased you a bit by rubbing soft circles into your clit. You pushed on his hand and he hummed into your mouth, getting rougher and faster.

You threw your head back and sat up, bouncing up and down on Elliot's cock. "El~ I'm close!" Your walls were pulsing.

Elliot nodded frantically, he was breathless. Without warning he came and let out a deep and throaty moan. You gasped and rode him roughly, once he hit your g-spot again you came.

Once the both of you had finished you laid on Elliot's chest, closing your eyes, "Is that long range shooter coming tomorrow...?" You whispered, wondering if you actually had to get up and get dressed tomorrow.

"He should be arriving, yes." Elliot answered, rubbing your head. "I love you Darlin'... I hope you know that..."

You smiled and kissed him softly, "I do Marston... I do..."

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Your handmaiden was pulling on your corset strings, tightening them until you couldn't breathe. "McKenna!" You held the base of the corset and straightened up your spine.

"Don't McKenna me (Y/N). You need to look presentable when you meet your suitor!" She tied the corset tight and you sighed softly, looking down. "Right." You muttered, slipping into your heels.

Tonight another one of your suitors was visiting your home to try and win you over. Considering this was the tenth man you'd met you already knew you were going to turn this one down.

The man would stay at your home for a week in your room. This was so the both of you could get acquainted. To make sure there was no foul play, your father had a chastity belt made for you. You hated the feel of it, it wasn't particularly comfortable.

You sat down and your handmaiden fixed your hair while you did your makeup, "Remember darling! Subtle!" She commanded. You rolled your eyes and did it the way you wanted.

McKenna put your hair up and smiled at you, "Look at you... drop dead gorgeous..." she smiled and patted your shoulders. You smiled at her, spinning, to show off your dress. "Breath taking..." she whispered, rubbing your arms to warm them up.

You blushed and pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "When is he arriving McKenna?" You asked, nervous as you could ever be. Though you weren't excited to find a suitor, you were always nervous. This man was a Colonel, not only did he make money, but he had a title and powerful ranking.

"He should be here soon... I'd recommend that you head down to the parlor with your father." McKenna grabbed your hand and you smiled, hugging her, "Thank you..." you whispered.

McKenna smiled and patted your back, nodding. You sighed and walked out of the door, nerves picking at your fingers. You picked up your dress to walk down the concrete stairs.

You heard the galloping from a horse from outside the house. You dashed into the parlor and sat down, looking to your father who was reading the paper. He looked at you and raised a brow. "You're a bit late."

You looked away from him, "Sorry sir. I wasn't-"

"No excuses." He grunted, walking out of the parlor. "Ah! Colonel Brandon! It's great to finally meet you! Please... give your horse to Terrence, he'll take it to the stables." Your father's voice came from the hall and you straightened your back, your hands in your lap.

McKenna was in the corner and smirked at you, you furrowed your brows and she nodded frantically, glancing out the parlor side door. You crooked your neck to try and get a good look but couldn't see anything. You huffed softly and closed your eyes.

"McKenna. You're dismissed." Your father commanded and you heard the side door close. You opened your eyes slowly and stood, looking at the man in front of you. You froze, he was so beautiful, his expression was soft, a mysterious smile on his face.

The man offered you a hand and you gladly took it. His hands were big and calloused from years in the war. He slowly brought your hand to his lips, "Colonel Christopher Brandon." He greeted.

You bowed your head, "(Y/F/N)..." this man was gorgeous, his voice low and soft. It sounded as if a deep bellow erupted from his chest each word he said, it was rather soothing.

"You have a very beautiful name, Miss. (Y/N)." Brandon stated, as your father invited him to sit. You smiled softly, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. You have a beautiful face... You thought. You sat across from him and your father offered him a drink.

Brandon nodded at him, setting the drink in front of him. "Thank you..." he whispered.

You still gazed at the man, in awe of his sheer beauty. Brandon chuckled nervously, "Do I have something on my face?"

You cleared your throat and sat up, "Oh um... no sir... I'm sorry..." you chuckled and fixed your hair. Your father shook his head and rolled his eyes, sitting his empty glass down, which he just guzzled. "Dinner is served in ten minutes. When you both are ready lead The Colonel to the dining room."

Your father left the room, shutting the other parlor door. You turned back to Brandon and he smiled softly at you. He looked around the walls, seeing the many heads of animals hanging below the trim. "Your father likes to hunt, does he not?"

You chuckled softly and ran your hand through your hair, "Upon the brook that brawls along this wood, to the which place a poor sequestered stag that from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt did come to languish. And indeed, my lord, the wretched animal heaved-"

"Forth such groans that their discharge did stretch his leathern coat almost to bursting, and the big round tears coursed one another down his innocent nose." Brandon joined in and stated with you. You smiled and locked eyes with him, no man you had met had really taken the time to speak with you.

"You like Shakespeare?" You asked softly.

Brandon chuckled, "Well... Many of the men in my barracks in the war used to read it. Some aloud when the air wasn't thick. I picked up some of the script. That one especially stuck with me." Brandon smelled the bourbon your father had given him and threw back a big swig, clearly choking back memories of the war.

"Yes.. of course." You stood and glanced at the clock, "When I was young my father used to read it to me as I went to bed... It was one of his favorites." You look out the window, "Come... dinner time is upon us." You held your hand out to Brandon and he smiled, taking your hand.

You lead him out of the parlor and into the dining room. You felt Brandon drop your hand as he looked around the dining room in awe. You shook your head softly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the table. Brandon cleared his throat and nodded at your father, "You have an... well an amazing home. Breath taking really."

Your father smiled, "I hear you have a nice home yourself Colonel."

Brandon chuckled, "I'd like to think so for the price it is to keep up.." he smiled bashfully, "I don't really care of the assets of my home. As long as I'm comfortable. I could live in a shack and be just fine."

You nodded and your father laughed, "I don't believe you'll be quite comfortable in a shack!"

Brandon shrugged, "A roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, a warm woman to lay beside.. who's feet seem to always be blue from the cold." he glanced to you and then back down at his plate. "I believe I'd be set for the rest of my life."

You smiled and sipped your warm tea. Your father's brows were furrowed, he didn't really understand Brandon's wishes. After staring at the both of you for a while he went back to his food.

"Are you an only child Ms. (Y/L/N)?" Brandon asked, sitting back in his chair.

You looked to your father who stared you down, "Yes sir... no other siblings." You lied and you hated it. You had a sister who was younger than you. Your father told you that your face wouldn't be pretty forever and you had to marry quick, not taking the risk of the men finding out about your sister.

Brandon nodded and played with his neck tie, "What a shame... I have a niece who adores elegant things just like this house." He mumbled. Brandon wasn't after another suitor, he was after a friend for his family. You smiled, he was starting to grow on you.

His bashful way of doing things, his sheer amazement in your home, the ability to talk to you, his little smile, and his dashing looks. It was all you wanted to see in the early stages of a man, but you also had to think about his true colors. How was he when he let his guard down? Would he be the same man? You'd have to find that out for yourself.

The servants came out and took your plates away. "(Y/N). Show Colonel Brandon to your room. I'm sure the man has had a long journey to get here."

Brandon looked up from his tie and nodded softly, "Right.." he got up and walked to you, almost falling on his face from tripping over the bear skinned rug. Luckily he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you down with him!

You broke his fall and he stared down at you for a moment. Your hands rested on his chest and he quickly got up, picking you up effortlessly. He started to smooth out your dress, "I'm so sorry... I didn't-"

You giggled softly, seeing how embarrassed he was, you took his hands in yours. "You weren't the first to trip over the rug..." you whispered.

Your father stood, "But you were the first to apologize to her. To pick her up." Your father nodded to you, "Sleep well." He left the room and Brandon furrowed his brows. "How many men have disrespected you in such a sick way?"

You shrugged and started for the stares. "I stopped counting when they didn't even realize I was there." You picked your dress up slightly and Brandon turned around, "I um... ankles?"

You stopped and turned, looking at Brandon. "Colonel... open your eyes..."

He slowly complied and looked at the long stockings that still covered your legs, "Ah... good... right..." he cleared his throat and you rolled your eyes, smiling as you continued up the stairs.

You made it to your room and opened the door. Brandon ducked under the door and looked around, the warmest of smiles on his face. "Cozy..." he looked at the bed and furrowed his brows. "I um... that's a bit small..."

You shrugged, "No... it's just the size of the room... we may have to sleep a bit close.. but you don't mind.. do you?" You smoothed out the covers and leaned back a bit.

"No! No! Not at all... I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

You smiled and walked over to him, standing in front of him. "I think I'm starting to like you Colonel..."

"Please... call me Brandon... or Christopher..." he smiled a bit. "But uh.. I'm glad you feel that way..."

You leaned up and kissed him softly. It was short and sweet. When you looked back up at Brandon his face was a deep red, his fingers coming up to touch his lips. "Thank you..." he whispered.

You giggled and shook your head, walking back to your bed. Brandon stood in the same place for a few minutes before walking back over to you. You smiled and looked up at him, "Come back for more?"

"I um... if you'll allow it... I don't want to insult you. I-I-I just like... it..." he stammered, blushing.

You smiled and pulled him down slowly by his collar, kissing him sweetly. Brandon held your face, he was an amazing kisser, but there was a little need behind the kiss, like he hadn't kissed in a thousand years.

Once you disconnected from his lips he pressed the both of your forehead's together and you shared a moment of respected silence. You pecked his lips once more before crawling over the bed, going to the latrine. "Excuse me for a moment... I must change into my night gown."

Brandon nodded and decided he would change as well. Once you closed the door you bit your lip and giggled. This man was charming and hot. You felt your skin burst when he touched you. Your face and lips were still tingling a bit. You looked at your plump lips that were a bit pinker and smiled, slipping your night gown on.

You slowly stalked out of the bathroom, seeing that Brandon was facing away from you. You hopped under the covers, hiding your scandalous areas.

Brandon turned around and almost fell back, you scaring the life out of him. He put his hand on his chest and caught his breath. "My greatest apologies for startling you... you frightened me..." he chuckled lightly and you smiled, "I apologize."

You stretched and yawned, "I think I may head to bed..." you whispered, turning away from Brandon's side of the bed. You closed your eyes and felt a hesitant dip in the bed behind you. After a few minutes of sitting there the dip disappeared.

"You can lay down Christopher..." you whispered.

The dip returned and actually was a lot deeper, causing your body to roll over onto Brandon.

Your hands once again rested on his surprisingly firm chest. Out of habit his hand went to your hip to make sure you didn't push the both of you off the bed. He furrowed his brow and ran his finger across the metal of the chastity belt.

"Forgive me if this is rude... I need not intrude... but what is this under your dress?" He asked as he caressed.

You looked down at where his hand rested and shrugged, "I don't know the purpose... I've been wearing it for two months now while I try to locate a suitor. My father got it for me. Calls it a chastity belt." You scooted away from Brandon, but still faced him.

Brandon's face went a dark red, "A W-W-What now...?" He didn't seem mad, just embarrassed.

"Why are you embarrassed...? It's just a belt... it is not for fashion?" You were truly clueless.

"I uh... I- I believe that may be something for your father to tell you." Brandon pushed the hair from his face and you rolled your eyes.

"If you know the purpose I don't see a reason for a third party."

"Well you see I-I respect your father's decision on the matter of what to tell you.... and what not to tell you. It's a very... c-c-complicated subject...!" You'd never seen a person so red in their life. You placed your hand on Brandon's cheek and he grabbed your hand, kissing it, and giving it back.

"Tell me... how will I know to trust you if you don't tell me."

Brandon frowned and sighs, placing a hand on your arm. "Chastity belts... they're to... god I need a drink for this." Brandon rubs his head and closes his eyes.

"They're to prevent you from... s-s-reproducing." Brandon said nervously.

"You mean like having babies?" You played with Brandon's shirt hem.

"Yes... that's it..."

You nodded softly, "How does that have anything to do with my vag-" Brandon cut you off, his face red. You saw a little glisten on his forehead in the dim moonlight. He was sweating.

"As much as I'd enjoy having a chat with you before I drift to sleep... I'd rather not be the one to tell you this. Whether you trust me or not it isn't my place. I myself was once a guardian to a young lady, I would be devastated if she found out about how cruel this world was at such a young age."

You smiled and grabbed Brandon's hand. He was so noble and had nothing but good intentions. "You passed..." you whispered. Brandon looked at you, his brows furrowed. "I know what a chastity belt is... it was a test that many fail... they want to have... sexual relations... claim something that isn't theirs. You have no intentions of the sort." You rubbed the top of Brandon's hand, thankful you got to keep him.

"I see." Brandon wiped his forehead and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Goodnight Ms. (Y/N).."

You smiled and turned back around, "Goodnight Colonel."

Proceed to part two to see the most nervous man. Ever.

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You sat in the cold lonely cell, your head resting against the wooden cot that was built into the wall.

The heavy oak doors flung open, you didn't look at them, today was your execution day. There was no point in pleading for your life now.

"You look so miserable." A voice rung out, the voice of a man you despised beyond anything. He had slaughtered both your father and brother.

"Wonder why." You answered back, messing with the chain on the cot.

Nottingham chuckled, "Cheer up (Y/L/N). I do have something for you before your big send off." Nottingham prowled around the cell, running his hands along the cold bars. "Remember when we were mere children... you always used to beg to play with the older children. Me... your brother... the Carltons..."

"You spat in my face and told me I wasn't good enough." You replied.

"Ah ah ah! Not me. I tried to convince them. And then when we were teens you let me deflower you."

Your jaw clenched and your face became red, looking away from George. "I don't want to hear-"

"You were so beautiful... so perfect.. bouncing up and down on my co-"

"Stop George." You commanded, "Is your goal to completely humiliate me before my execution?" You got up and walked to him, standing directly in front of him. The only thing keeping the two of you apart were the bars. "Because that's what you're doing."

George chuckled and grabbed your neck before you could step back. He slammed your face into the iron bars. "I want to give you a second chance." You pushed against the bars, trying your best to get away but George's grip was iron clad. George got close to your face, his nose brushing against yours. "Give me a good fucking... one last time. It'll decide your fate." He whispered.

You whimpered softly and George kissed you roughly before throwing you back into the cell. You gasped for air and coughed, your lungs trying to regain oxygen. George unlocked the cell door and threw it open, walking over to you and picking you up. "Do you comply?"

You nodded, a bit shamed and George smirked, "I knew you would whore." He ripped your pants open with a dagger he had tucked into his belt and grabbed your neck, once again slamming your face into the bars, bending you over.

You groaned softly and George discarded his leather gloves. He cupped your heat in his hand, feeling how hot and wet you were. "Goodness... you're practically dripping... aren't you?"

You blushed and restrained yourself from grinding back onto his hand. George unzipped his pants and suddenly his tip replaced his hand. He slowly dragged his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. "Please George..." you breathed.

"Beg." He commanded.

"Please Sheriff... please fuck me into these bars until I can't see straight. Please give me another chance!" You grabbed onto the bars and George smirked, pushing into you.

"Such a tight little cunt... just like I remember..." He snarled. You moaned as he stretched out your walls, your body tried to shy away from him, pushing you further into the cold metal. It wasn't sanded down or smooth as all, the ridged edges dug into your skin.

George grabbed your hips and unsheathed his cock, just to slam back into you, going at a moderate pace, snapping his hips every few thrusts.

Your mouth hung open, George had of course improved. You could have sworn you felt a warm liquid drip from your chin onto the floor.

George was too caught up in his own pleasure to care about yours, "Fuck you feel so good." He moaned.

Your head was pounding and you were approaching your climax, the pain in your cheek adding to the entire experience. "George~" you called out, wiping the drool from your face.

George yanked you up and stepped back to the cot, sitting down. He held your throat, and held your hips in a tight grip, picking them up and slamming them back down. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on the cold brick. "You've always been my good little cockslut." He let you take over the pace you were going, and seeing as he wasn't close you tried hard to push your orgasm from your mind.

It was then that you felt George's fingers brush over your clit. You leaned back into him and moaned, beseeching for his touch. George smirked and kissed at your shoulder, starting to rub circles into your clit.

Your moan was gurgled by his tightened grip on your throat. Ecstasy and bliss were sent through your body in shockwaves as you came. "Fuck George!" You screamed as your walls clenched around him. George hummed and thrusted in and out of you a few more times before cumming.

He breathed heavily and took his hand off your throat. He saw the blood that has spilled onto his fingers and roughly turned your face to look at him. "You were bleeding?!" He asked, rage lacing his words. You nodded softly and he pulled out of you, tucking himself away. He laid you on the cot and reached under his many rich layers, ripping some of the fabric off of his white shirt. "The things I do for you people."

He placed it on the wound and cleaned his fingers. "Clean yourself up. I'll have a dress delivered to you. My quarters. Three hours." With that George stormed out of the dungeons, leaving you in the no longer cold room.

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You groaned softly, reading over the same passage for the fifth time. Each time it started to make less sense. At this point you didn't even know why you were reading this book. You picked the left side up and looked at the title, "Muggle Studies."

It's almost like you'd read the exact same book while in school. You lay your head on the table, maybe just one nap would help your fried brain. It was when you started to doze off that Avery, one of your close friends, grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling your head off the table.

You yelped softly and grabbed his wrist, "What do you think you're doing?!" You whispered shouted. Avery rolled his eyes and chuckled, letting you go. "No falling asleep. We have a long night of reading ahead of us."

You sighed, that's why you were reading the book. "Imperius Curse me to do it?" You smiled, pushing Avery's shoulder lightly.

He rolls his eyes and opened a book. "I don't know why we're doing this. It's stupid really!"

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your head. "We do what Lucius says. It's as simple as that."

"Yes but that could draw attention." Avery grabs your hand and worry dances in your eyes, "They're looking for us all V..." he called you by a nickname you'd given yourself when you were a kid. You sighed softly and grabbed his face, holding his cheek. "We'll be fine Avery. We're protected... I hope..."

Avery looks away, "They carried your cousin away in chains only a few years ago! Your brother many years ago! Lucius was held on trial. They're going to find out."

You rolled your eyes and opened the book back up, reading the paragraph again. "Just don't worry about it Avery. I really don't want to hear it." You said, using your finger to trace the words along the page. You go to the next page and see something is ripped out. You throw your arms in the air, "Something was removed!"

Avery looks up at you timidly. You showed him the ripped page with a huff. You slammed the heavy book shut and pushed it off the table.

A dark haired man looked up at you from across the room, he looked very offended. You lunged forward a bit at him, challenging him. He scoffs and waves you away, returning to his book.

You raise your brows and stand. Avery grabs you by the arm and pulls you back down. You were like a match being thrown on a bale of hay. You ignite quickly and burn out even faster. You take a deep breath and look at the man, puzzled. You'd seen him at the library before, he was always so quiet. But due to you going to Beauxbâtons rather than Hogwarts you were unfamiliar with the people your age.

You at least hoped he was your age, something about him was mysterious, you liked mysteries. Avery grabbed your chin and tore your gaze from the man. "Don't waste your time on him. He's spoken for." Avery quipped, getting up and picking the book off the ground.

"By who? Are they married?" You look back at the man and Avery grabs your arm. "Come on. Check your books out, I want to read at home." He pulls you up and you give him the evil eye. "Let me go! I like reading at the library!" You tried to pull your arm from his grip but of course you fail.

You gather up your books and start to walk to the front desk. Avery's hand was still gripping you tightly. His grip suddenly loosened and you looked back at him. The mysterious man held his head high. "That's no way to handle a lady, Avery." he spoke, his voice was smooth and deep, slow and suspenseful. His words rolled off his tongue and lingered in your ears.

Avery looked at the man enraged, "How come Lucius doesn't send you to do his dirty work Severus? You're halfway there being a half-blood. I'm sure you know a lot about muggles. Oh wait... daddy didn't talk to you. Did he?" Avery smirked softly and Snape shrugged, he seemed to not let Avery get under his skin.

"You're one to speak about fatherly issues." Severus remarked. Avery's father was sent to Azkaban almost ten years ago. He never loved Avery and left him to fend for himself on the streets.

Severus placed his books on the counter and checked them out for himself. The librarian nodded at him and he bowed his head. You watched him with a smile on your face and Avery watched Severus with rage. He raised his brow slightly at you and you blushed.

Severus turned to Avery and he let your arm go with a huff, being a bit intimidated. "That's better." he mumbled before walking out, his robe following behind him. You bit your lip softly and turned towards the desk.

"You know he can read your thoughts. Right?" Avery said, knowing exactly what you were thinking. A blush spread across your face and you pushed the books to the librarian.

"He's that good at Legilimens?" You asked softly, earning a single nod from Avery. The librarian gave you a warm smile and checked the books out to you. You grabbed them and walked outside, you weren't going to wait on Avery after how he embarrassed you.

You apperated to Malfoy Manor. You missed your unassisted flight spell, it was so much easier, but here it, in the Wizarding World, was a grand risk to use. Once you got to the Manor you went to the room that Lucius Malfoy had assigned to you and set your books down in a neat stack.

A house elf approached you and you looked down at it, you never understood why people were so cruel to these creatures. You smiled at it and it handed you a piece of parchment, a quill, a beautiful gold bookmark, and a cup of coffee. "Thank you!" you patted the elf's head and it walked away with a smile on its face.

You sat at the desk that was against the left wall. You started a letter to your cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. You sent letters to her to lighten up her stay in Azkaban, the two of you were close friends ever since you became a Death Eater. When you were both young you made up a code of numbers that represented words. It was good to use when sending her letters because no one else could understand it.

To not raise suspicions you'd make each letter look like simple arithmetic, passing it off as Bella needing to keep her studies up.

You sealed the letter and took a sip of your coffee. Bellatrix was going to be excited of the plans to come, you could just feel it.

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The Death Eaters all sat at the table, the tension in the air was thick and it was completely silent as Voldemort ate, no one daring to look at him.

Your husband, Severus Snape, had his hand on your leg to keep you at bay. You'd much rather be at home letting him fuck your brains out, it was his birthday.

But you had to be at this meeting. You looked over at Snape, your expression miserable. Snape shook his head softly, he didn't like it when you brought up sex in public and was very private when it came to the both of your personal lives.

You rolled your eyes and looked at the Dark Lord, he smirked, seeing that someone had met his eyes. "You wish to be excused. Don't you, Mrs. Snape."

You shrugged, "I guess I do My Lord."

Severus looked at you and tapped your thigh. You didn't flinch.

Voldemort smiled, "What's your excuse."

"I find this dinner quite boring." You whispered, leaning forward.

Voldemort raised his brows and sat back, pushing his plate forward. "Finally someone said it. You and your husband are excused. Everyone else. I can wait."

You smiled and got up, skipping out of the room. Severus was on your tail, "Are you kidding?! You could have gotten yourself hurt, (Y/N)!"

You turned and faced him, laughing before using your unassisted flight spell to burst out of the doors of Malfoy Manor. Snape followed quickly after you, being a lot faster. "What is it?! You don't like it when I stand up to Moldy!" You yelled.

Snape grimaced and slammed into you, kissing you roughly. The both of you were a giant cloud of smoke, trying to go as fast as you could to get to Spinner's End, where you both lived.

Snape trailed kisses down your neck and you extended it, laughing, "I knew you liked that."

The both of you crashed into the house, breaking the front door. You ran to the bedroom, throwing your clothes off in the process, leaving Snape a trail.

You laid on the bed, and he stood in the doorframe, looking at your naked body on his bed. "Come on... show me that birthday suit..." you whispered, running your hands up your body, tempting him.

Snape bit the inside of his lip and walked to you, creeping on the bed in front of you, in between your legs. He ran his fingers along your thighs, he had a slight obsession for them. "You're so gorgeous..." he whispered.

As a man with many insecurities himself he always showed you how beautiful yours were, he praised you a lot and sometimes made you feel close to perfect. "Come on... let's not get sappy lovely..."

He looked back up at you, "Right... sorry." He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. You held his face and reached down, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Snape kicked his shoes off and you bit his bottom lip.

He groaned softly and flinched a bit as you grabbed his cock, taking it out of his pants. "Your hands are cold." He whispered, you giggled, "Shut up grandpa."

Snape rolled his eyes and plunged himself into you. You arched your back and moaned loudly. "Fuck~!"

"How's that for grandpa?" He mumbled, letting your walls adjust to the sudden insertion. When you nodded softly he started an even pace with his thrusts and leaned over to kiss you roughly. He hiked your leg over his shoulder and went at a deeper angle, making you moan constantly into his mouth.

He went down and gnawed at your jaw, he loved marking you, but sometimes it made him timid knowing that you could get fired at the ministry for it.

"Severus~" you breathed, your fingers tangled in his hair. Snape glanced up at you to make sure you were ok. "I'm close baby.." you were referring to his hips that were absolutely slamming into you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

Snape nodded and his free hand started to rub your clit as he got rougher, backing you up to the headboard. Your eyes rolled back and you came, your entire body igniting and shaking. You'd hadn't felt so good in a long time. You screamed Snape's name and he kissed you as he came himself.

Once you were finished he laid beside you and kissed your head, "Promise me one thing darling..." he whispered. You hummed and rubbed his cheek with your thumb. "If this one is the lucky one that makes us that child we've been trying for... promise me that we won't let it end up like us..." Snape looked really concerned and you nodded softly, "Of course my love.. happy birthday..." you smiled and Snape kissed you once more, "Best present yet."

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It had been a week since you and Elliot had last had sex. He was stressed about this man named Matthew Quigley. He was frightened that he would try and come after you to get to him.

You were lying in bed in the early morning, Elliot wasn't with you, he was in his office, he had been there all night guarding the front door. You opened the bedroom door slowly and walked to his office, avoiding windows, just as Elliot had told you.

You peeked around the corner and saw Elliot asleep in his chair, his legs propped up, his hat over his face. He was snoring loudly. You sighed and walked over to him, rubbing his shoulders. Elliot grabbed your throat and slammed you to the bookcase. Elliot drew his revolver and cocked it, placing it on your temple. You gasped and looked at his revolver.

Elliot sighed in relief and let you go, "I'm sorry Dingo..." He sat back down and looked over some of the paperwork that he had.

You looked down and sat in his lap, pulling him away from his work and making him look at you. "I miss you baby..." you whispered, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. Elliot had a dark stubble on his face, he hadn't shaved in a while.

He pushed away your hands, "I know... but I'm too busy to do anything about it." Elliot kissed your head softly and you rolled your eyes, leaning back on his desk. You pulled your nightgown up and Elliot's eyes flickered to yours before going back down to your hands.

You removed your underwear and Elliot's breath got a bit quicker, "You wouldn't." He mumbled.

You leaned to his ear, "Watch me..." you whispered, teasing yourself by running your fingers through your folds. Elliot watched you carefully, his face turning a bit pink under his tan. Your head fell back and you were dramatizing the situation to make him jealous.

He grabbed your hips and roughly flipped you over, bending you over the desk. You gulped softly and Elliot grabbed your hands, licking your right fingers clean. He took off his belt and bound your hands behind your back. "El-"

"Hush up. You know what I'm going to do and you deserve it." Elliot barked, pushing you further into the desk. He drew his revolver out of its holster. He dragged the cold metal across the mound of your ass and down your thigh.

You whimpered softly and closed your eyes. "Such a pretty little girl... you just couldn't have patients... could you?" Elliot ran his hand down your spine and you got chills. You nodded softly and you heard a click, soon after that bullets fell to the ground and you sighed in relief.

"Mm... don't be too excited." Elliot showed you the one bullet in the cylinder. "Russian Roulette."

"That's not funny Elliot!" You yelled trying to get away. Elliot rolled his eyes and leaned over your body, teasing your entrance with the tip of the gun's barrel. "Punishment isn't supposed to be funny."

He pushed the gun into you and you moaned softly as the gun stretched you out a bit. The gun was cold and it almost stung comparing to the usual heat you were used to. "There you go... take my gun." Elliot mumbled into your ear.

You closed your eyes and tried to imagine it as Elliot's cock to get some enjoyment out of this. Elliot started slow but had eventually made his way up to slamming the gun into you.

"El~" you moaned, reaching back for his hand.

"What is it, dingo?"

"Please... flip me over..." you begged, craning your neck to look back at him. Elliot sighed and backed away from you and unbound your hands. Once you turned around he picked you up and set you on the desk. "You know what I want..." you whispered and looked at the tent in his pants, "And you want it to... don't you..."

You grabbed Elliot's waist band and pulled him close to you. Elliot glanced at the gun in his right hand and sighed softly, putting it on the desk with a big thump.

You smiled softly and brought him into a kiss, his stubble brushing against your chin. You pulled his pants and underwear down, leading his hand to his cock so he could go at his own speed.

Elliot slowly pushed into you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was being slow and compassionate, making love to you. Though it was slow Elliot knew how to work you and make you writhe under him.

You were making out with him while he was fucking you, a bit surprised he was a multitasker. Without warning Elliot slammed into you and came. You moaned softly and held his chin. Elliot seemed to be in no rush to get to your climax, wanting it to be as powerful as his.

"Fuck El~" you moaned, as he sucked on the sweet spot that was side of your neck. You dragged your nails down his back and your legs shook as you came. You breathed heavily and fell back on the desk. Elliot picked you up and sat down, sitting you on his lap and holding you. "I love you dingo..."

"I love you too Elli..."

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The next morning when you woke Brandon was absent from your room. You sat up and stretched, wondering where Brandon was. You quickly got dressed and called McKenna to your room to tie your corset. Today you were wearing a yellow dress with sunflowers sewn into the back.

McKenna smiled at you and tied the corset, "Tell me... how was last night?"

You blushed slightly and looked at McKenna through the mirror, "He passed father's test... with the belt? I- I really like him McKenna... he's handsome... charming... considerate... honest.. and good. He's passed two tests so far! I-I know that father wants the best for me... and I think he's it.."

McKenna smiled and rubbed your shoulders, "It's only the first day darling... make sure you know him before you make a decision."

"Yes of course..." you stand and hug McKenna, "You're the best... I'm uh... going to go visit mother seeing as Brandon is no where to be seen."

McKenna nodded and handed you your straw bonnet. You put it on and she tied it, "He's in the gun room with your father, they're brandishing their guns."

You giggled softly, your father and his guns. You bowed your head and exited your room, going to the stables to fetch your horse, Felix. One of the stable men helped you onto the horse and you snapped his reins, riding off to the garden.

Felix went fast, knowing the route so well, he could probably do it with his eyes closed. Once you arrive to the garden you slid off of Felix and tied him up at the front. You slowly walked to the roses and kneeled in front of them.

"Hello mother... I'm sorry I didn't come see you yesterday... a man visited me... another to try and claim my heart on fathers long journey to find me a man. I am aware that it is all my decision and I think I'm glad father has given me this opportunity. The man that stays with me now is gorgeous inside and out." The portrait on your mother's headstone had that same smile, one you rarely saw as a child.

"He passed almost all father's tests... he's bashful and observant.. last night he was sweating because he was nervous... he's like... a calm fire. He makes my body feel hot if I get too close... warms me up when he's near... and the way he moves is mesmerizing. I have to spend a week with this man and not once has he offended me or made me uncomfortable..." you looked into your mothers eyes.

"If this is the one I shall end up with... I move to London.. I will not be able to speak with you often and that breaks my heart... maybe I shall get him to plant roses in his yard.. I'm sure he'll listen.." you carefully picked one of the roses and fiddled with the petals, "He's older than me... fifteen years to be exact... He's tarnished and worn by the cruel and vile that the men call this world. I believe that's what makes him so kind... so knowing... so aware... I think I may have an... admiration... for men old enough to father me."

Your mother was silent of course. You sighed softly and before you could stand Brandon kneeled beside you, looking at the grave. "Colonel! When did you get here?" You blushed softly, hoping he didn't hear the conversation that you just had with the inanimate stone.

"Your handmaiden said you'd be here, I apologize if I was interrupting something." Brandon stood and you smiled up at him, "No... I was just about to leave..."

Brandon smiled and helped you up, looking at your dress. "You look beautiful... sunflowers are my favorite. I have a field of them behind my home in London."

You smiled and smoothed out your dress, "Roses are my favorite... remind me of my mother."

Brandon wrapped his arm around your waist and you lead him out of the garden to your horse, "They're poetic I think... so gorgeous... but can cause much pain if not handled properly." Brandon said, helping you onto Felix.

You nodded and grabbed the reins. "Follow me to the River... I'd like to show you something... it's far from the house but lays on the property."

Brandon nodded softly and mounted his own horse. You snapped Felix's reins, taking off quickly. Brandon watched as you started off. He smirked and took off after you. Felix was the fastest horse in the stables, that why he was your favorite.

You looked to your side and saw Brandon was catching up. Your jaw slacked, you thought you had a head start. You leaned down and Felix went faster, this was now a horse race.

Brandon caught up with you and smiled at you, he looked very dorky as his horse dominated yours. You looked forward and the lake was in front of the both of you. Brandon's eyes got wide and his horse was able to stop. Felix was in his racing state and didn't slow down. Right when he got to the bank he abruptly stopped, sending you forward, over him, into the lake. The black horse then took off, back to the house.

You screamed and landed in the deep end. Your dress started to sink, the fabric wrapping around your legs. You were going to drown. Brandon dismounted his horse and ran to the river. As you struggled all that remained above the water was your chin. You didn't want to die.

Brandon took off his over coat and gloves and dived into the water, swimming to you quickly. You cried out, the water and petticoats engulfing your body, pulling you under completely. You tried to untie your corset but it was wearing you out. You knew to keep holding your breath, no matter how much your lungs ached to breathe. If you didn't, water would enter your lungs and you'd have further complications.

You felt a tight grip on your waist, pulling you up. Brandon swam to the bank and pushed you onto it. You coughed violently and gasped for air, tears streaming down your face as you sobbed. Brandon pulled you into his chest, "Shh... don't cry... breathe... you need to breathe..."

The both of you were shivering from the cold spring river that was too deep to be warmed by the sun. Brandon reached behind you and carefully untied your corset, knowing that would assist your breathing.

He caressed your face softly as you calmed down, letting your lungs expand fully and fill with oxygen. "Thank you..." you whispered softly, looking up at Brandon. He was staring out into the horizon, "Don't thank me." He reaches over and grabs his coat off the ground, wrapping it around you. "You need to stay warm... I'm going to lay you in the sun while I go look for your horse, alright?"

You shook your head, still shivering. "Please... remove my dress... I'll instruct you when to stop..." you whispered, feeling too weak to do it yourself. Brandon cleared his throat and nodded, he took your dress off and then your petticoats. His brows were furrowed and his face was stone, he was very concentrated.

He took off your crinolette and you put your hand on his. Brandon nodded and covered you in his jacket, laying you in the sun. "I won't be long. I promise you this." He mounted his horse and left to find Felix.

You laid in the sun and watched as the clouds went by. Your body was warm and you laid your hair out on the grass to dry. It was so soothing in the sun, especially with Brandon's jacket laying on top of you.

His scent flooded your nose and made you that much warmer. You slowly brought it up to your nose and bit your lip softly. You were immersed in him and you couldn't get your mind off of him.

You felt the metal belt prick you in your side. You furrowed your brows and lifted up your dress slightly, the belt had broken. It was loose enough that if you stood it would fall off of you. This was your chance. You looked around and stood up, the belt slid off of your waist and you threw it into the river, the current carrying it away.

You heard Brandon's horse in the distance and quickly got back on the ground, pretending you were asleep, what harm was there in making Brandon carry you back to the house.

His horse came to a stop and he picked you up carefully. He draped your clothing that he'd taken off over his horse and sat you in front of him. His arm was firm around your waist, holding you in place.

"Aller." He urged his horse, who slowly trotted to the house. You always loved the sound of horse shoes on the ground, once you arrived to the house McKenna ran out the door as Brandon was getting you off his horse. "She's alright... just resting. Her horse threw her into the river, she laid out in the sun to warm her up. The horse is in its stable." Brandon assured.

McKenna felt your head and you groaned softly, pushing her hand away. "Thank you Colonel... you are truly amazing... take her upstairs to her room and I'll get her into a bath when she wakes..."

Brandon nodded once and walked into the house, taking you upstairs and laid you in your bed. He kissed your forehead softly and you couldn't help but smile. You took a deep breath and slowly opened your eyes.

Brandon smiled softly and you leaned up, kissing Brandon as a token of appreciation. Brandon smiled against your lips and you giggled, deepening it ever so slightly.

Your door opened and McKenna stared at the both of you in shock. "(Y/N)!" She called. Brandon pulled away from the kiss quickly, standing up straight and clearing his throat, keeping his eyes off the woman who was clearly about to beat his ass. McKenna's face was a boiling red and you looked over to her, ashamed.

She grabbed Brandon's ear and pulled him out of the room, the once Colonel in the army was being dragged by a previously warm and fuzzy fifty year old woman.

"Please Miss. McKenna, do not inform her father." Brandon pleaded as he was being taken up the stairs to a different room.

"I'm not going to inform him. But you Colonel... you must learn respect for the young lady." She barked.

Brandon sighed softly and ran his hand through his hair, "The lady kissed me ma'am. I just... enjoyed it."

McKenna deadpanned and stormed down the stairs. Before Brandon could follow her she slammed the door to your room.

McKenna looked at you and you looked away. "What would you have done if your father walked in (Y/N)?!" She yelled. You'd never been yelled at by McKenna, she was always so kind.

"I'm sorry... it was only because he saved me... a token of appreciation." You whispered. "Felix threw me into the lake... my dress constricted around my legs and the more I struggled the more I went under... Colonel jumped in, no hesitation, and saved me from drowning.. he held me when I couldn't breathe, making sure I calmed down. I know I have the entire week to decide McKenna... but... he's the one... he truly is..." you said, confidence coursing through your veins. You wanted to marry this man, true colors or not.

No man that was faking it would jump into a river and ruin his clothes and expensive leather boots to save your life, not even your father.

McKenna sighed and sat beside you on the bed, "I know... I have known ever since he walked in the door yesterday." She grabbed your hand and held it tightly, "Come with me to inform your father..."

She pulls you off the bed and quickly helps you back into your dress. When she opens the door Brandon gets off the wall and raises his brows, you nodded at him and he sighs with relief. "Come on Colonel. We're going to talk to her father."

You could almost see Brandon's heart drop, the first thoughts in his mind were that he was going to lose you. He nodded and fixed his clothing, "Of course."

McKenna quickly lead you to your fathers study, practically dragging you, she was very excited. You knocked on the door and looked back at Brandon. His head was low to hide his sad eyes.

"Come in." Your father answered. You smiled and stepped in, he looked up from his work, "Ah! Colonel! (Y/N)! What can I help you with?"

You smiled and grabbed Brandon's hand, "Father... I'd like to ask for your blessing. I know it hasn't been long... but I do not wish to see anymore men... Christopher is my choice." You said confidently.

Your father raised his brows and Brandon's eyes were wide in shock. He didn't expect that at all, he expected quite the opposite. "And Colonel... what is your decision on this matter?"

You turned to Brandon and he blinked, looking down at you for a moment. He squeezed your hand, "We'd like to ask for your blessing." He put his hands on your shoulders and you smiled. Your father tilted his head and stood, holding his hand out to Brandon. "Well... If you believe he is right for you darling."

Brandon shook his hand confidently. "Thank you sir." He muttered.

Your father nodded, "The key to your belt is in my room, I'm sure you're ready to get out of it."

You smirked and Brandon blushed, looking away, "Thank you father..." you grabbed Brandon's hand and pulled him out of the room, to the bedroom. "Are you not going to get the belt off? It seems really uncomfortable..."

You put your finger over Brandon's lips, "It broke and I threw it in the river."

Brandon gulped softly, seeing the mischievous intentions in your eyes. "I uh..." he scratched the back of his head, "You need to take a bath... the river water isn't good for your health."

You smiled and stepped close to him, untying his necktie, "Then you need to take a bath too... don't you?"

Brandon looked down at your hands and cleared his throat. He did that when he was nervous you realized. "Come on... we're to be married soon... no harm... no foul..." you pecked his lips and then his jaw.

Brandon took a deep breath and nodded, "Alright..."

Proceed to part three for the most gentle man the world has ever laid eyes upon.

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You pulled Brandon to the bathroom and smiled at him sheepishly. This was your first time, you'd always been a person for foreplay, but you'd never been touched by a man, you'd always done the touching.

Brandon turned the bath faucet on and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Brandon rested his hand on your waist and you pulled him down, kissing him softly. Brandon hummed and took off his coat hesitantly. You smiled and bit at his bottom lip. Brandon groaned softly and pulled his head back, his lip still being caught in your teeth.

You smirked and let his lip go. He stared down at you for a minute, you could see the lust pour into his eyes as he kissed you roughly. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit. Brandon let out a low growl and you backed away from him, starting to remove your layers.

Brandon watched you carefully, he was finally able to. You untied your corset and pulled it over your head. You then stepped out of your petticoats and crinoline, leaving you in only a white gown. You glanced to your side, watching Brandon in your peripheral as you pulled the gown over your head.

You saw his breath hitch and he gulped, the sound echoing through the room, bouncing off the tile. You giggled softly and slowly turned around to face him.

Brandon's eyes slowly scanned your body and he walked over to you, placing his hand on your waist. You smiled at his warm touch and tried not to glance at the bulge growing in his pants. You tore from his grip and slowly got into the bath, Turing the faucet off.

Brandon blinked and stared forward, you wished you could hear his mind.

How in gods name am I supposed to be modest when I want to ravish her? Calm down Christopher, she's only twenty, do not tarnish what you have. If you do this right she'll bare you beautiful children, just like mother- NO don't think of mother! Are you dense?! We're better than this Christopher! God she's been waiting for AGES. Take off your clothes. STOP STANDING THERE CHRISTOPHER!

Brandon suddenly flinched and started to undress awkwardly, he looked like he was still in his mind. "Christopher?" You reached out and grabbed his pant leg.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want... we can wait... I can wait..."

Brandon looked at you and furrowed his brows, "No. I'm just very... nervous..." he chuckled softly at his confession. You smiled softly, "No need..."

Brandon nodded and took off his Lenin shirt, leaving him in pants and boots. He was actually pretty muscular, the many layers of clothing covering up his chest. You smiled and tugged on his pants more, "Hurry up!" You wined, letting your head fall back on the tub.

Brandon chuckled and kicked off his boots. You bit your lip and Brandon stripped completely. You looked at his cock and it almost gave you a headache.

Brandon sunk into the warm bath across from you, letting out a long sigh. "This is nice..." he smiled.

You giggled and crawled over to him, Brandon put his hand on your chest and pushed you back, "You don't want to do that darling..."

"I know what I'm doing Christopher..." you whispered.

Brandon shook his head and his hand slowly traveled up your neck, grabbing your face. "I don't think you do." He leaned forward and tilted your chin up. "May I...?" He asked, his hand above your hip.

You nodded softly, "I'm yours... don't ask for permission... just do..."

Brandon nodded and grabbed your hip, pulling you down at an angle a bit, it was a lot more comfortable and supported your head. You watched Brandon carefully and his finger traced over your abdomen. Your breath hitched a bit as he touched your upper inner thigh. He flinched slightly and looked into your eyes, to make sure you were ok.

You nodded at him and he proceeded, he used two fingers and moved them through your folds. You gasped softly at the sudden warmth that spread through your body. Brandon teased you a bit before inserting two fingers inside of you. You hummed and held onto his shoulders.

"Tell me if I need to stop... the last thing I want to do is embarrass or hurt you.." he whispered before thrusting his fingers in and out of you, stretching you a bit. Your eyes fluttered shut as he used the heel of his hand to rub circles into your clit. You'd never felt this way before and your body wanted more, so much more. You were writhing under Brandon's touch, moaning softly with each small thrust. It wasn't much, but it was enough for you.

"More..." you whispered, bucking your hips when Brandon stopped. "Alright..." he retracted his fingers from you and stroked himself a bit. You knew how to do that! You smirked and reached for his cock, "Let me..." you whispered. Brandon stopped and cleared his throat, nodding. You smiled and stroked his cock, going slow, drawing deep groans from Brandon.

You went a bit faster and Brandon slammed his hand on the porcelain, keeping himself from doubling over, he couldn't remember the last time he had sex. "Ah... fuck." He cursed, Turing his head to the side to cringe. He didn't mean to curse at a lady and he hated he did.

You smirked, "That was... hot..." you giggled and Brandon looked at you, his face was in his hair and he looked animalistic and predatory. That was hot. "I need you..." you whispered, reading the same words in explicit books your mother used to have.

Brandon's expression softened and he leaned over you. He teased you a bit by only pushing his tip into you to prepare you. You whimpered and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Please..." you breathed, begging for him.

Brandon nodded softly and he kissed your lips as he pushed into you. You took a sharp breath in through your nose as he stretched your untouched walls out. He would stop when he felt you clench your legs so you could adjust.

He kissed down your jaw and to your neck to distract you from the slight ping of pain as he almost ripped you open. You tangled your hands in his lengthy blonde hair. Brandon kissed at your shoulder and bottomed out. You took a deep breath and smiled, feeling his skin touch yours.

"You did so good..." Brandon made his mind stray from the comments that arose in his brain. He wanted to tell you that you were tight but he didn't want to make you feel self conscious.

"Mmm..." you hummed as he kissed your shoulder. Brandon drew his hips back as he felt you adjust and slowly moved in and out of you. He wasn't being compulsive and each thrust seemed to be planned out. While they were slow they were also rough, earning a moan from you and a grunt from Brandon.

Brandon wrapped your legs around his waist and made the thrusts deeper, hitting your g-spot. "Colonel~!" You moaned, your eyes shutting.

Brandon loved hearing you moan his well deserved, hard earned title. "That's it, (Y/N).. you're doing so well.." he mumbled. His praise and compliments awoke something in you, heat pooled in your stomach and you bit your lip. "Harder..." you requested.

Brandon glanced up at you and then nodded, granting your request. He was now bucking his hips roughly into you. You arched your back and his hand came back to your clit, rubbing circles into it, massaging it.

You moaned loudly and clamped your hand over your mouth to mute your moans. "Good girl... what a good little girl." Brandon praised. That alone sent you over the edge and you came over his cock.

Brandon sped up his thrusts trying to catch up with you, forgetting about the hand on your clit. He didn't want to overstimulate you, but his mind engulfed his heart and blocked a lot of his senses. Your moans were high pitched and airy, you'd never felt so much pleasure in your life.

Your walls clenched around him again as you came for a second time. With that Brandon came with you and rode out both of your highs.

Your head fell back on the tub and you smiled softly, feeling fulfilled. "Thank you Christopher..." you whispered, pulling him in for another kiss. His hair fell into your face and you smiled.

Brandon kissed you with passion and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. "No... thank you..." he finally said.

You were happy, and you knew you would be for the rest of your life with him if everything turned out right. He was yours and you were his, life was good.

As you guys can hopefully tell I worked hard on this story and it is one of my favorites. I love writing Christopher and I hoped you guys loved it! It was a long read... but I'm glad you guys made it this far! I will most likely write more to this story, so keep a look out for that! Thank you again! -L.

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Warning!!! Descriptions of strong violence!

You looked at your naked body in the mirror, staring at the many scars that laid over your body. Your eyes drifted to the brand that was burned into your skin, five years ago. You touched the mark hesitantly and traced the initial.

It was an M. That was something so simple but also very complex. It was right over the sweet spot that was under your collarbone.

You heard the front door open and then slam. You quickly put your hair up and stood at the bathroom door, leaning on the doorframe.

Michel stormed into the bedroom and stopped when he looked at you. "Evening Chéri." His eyes slowly dragged along your body and he placed his jacket on the bed.

You glanced to the clock and then back at him, "It's pretty late..."

Michel walked to the record player and put on Once Upon A Dream. "Tell me. How long have you been waiting on me?"

You tilted your head and softly caressed your stomach. Michel walked over to you and grabbed your hip, waltzing across the house with you. "Too long." You whispered.

Gandering into his hazel eyes. Michel smirked, "Just as I like you..." he kissed you softly and trailed down your neck, going a bit fast. You ran your hands through his brown hair and removed his glasses. Once Michel's lips connected with the brand you were taken back.

~Five Years Ago~

Your chest heaved as you tried to seem as calm as possible. A black tie was wrapped around your head, covering your eyes.

You felt a cold hand travel up your neck and grip your chin, it roughly turned you to face the right. The hands were big in size, it was almost like he'd dipped them in ice water.

"You're attracted to me." You said boldly.

There was a slight breath hitch, the hand quickly left your face and there was no clicking from shoes. The man didn't move, you could feel his stare. You heard a light chuckle and the shoes walk away.

The only reason you'd come to your conclusion was because you were paying close attention to the man's body language. You were being held hostage and interrogated. The man assumed you were bending your patients minds. Like you would try and harm children in such a way.

They needed to make their own personal opinions, form their own way of life.

You just wanted to ball up and cry, but you couldn't, you couldn't let him know that he'd won.

"I don't know what you mean." He responded in the deafening silence.

"The room is quiet enough. I can hear your breath, feel your heart beat in your hand if I concentrate enough. Your heart beat and breath both speed when you're around me. I make you nervous and you try your best to hide it." You guessed where he was standing and turned your head. You heard a light step back, you had him.

"I'm not wrong. I'm a psychiatrist god dammit." You spat.

"You're a criminal." He walked to you closely and you could feel his breath and the heat exchange from your faces.

You tilted your chin up slightly, your cheek brushing against his chin, you knew where he was now. "You have no evidence... you know you've lost... you've all lost. I won't back down because I don't deserve this."

The man grabbed your neck and pushed you down, the chair hit the ground and you gasped for air, the force almost knocking the air out of you. "You've been on trial for five days. Just admit it. You're guilty." He growled, he was getting fed up with you and it was evident.

"Not guilty. The only crime I've committed is being attracted to a man who has done nothing but harass and berate me for five days." You turned your head, facing him again. You were getting good at this.

"So you're not guilty. Only naughty." The man drew close to your face again. You took a deep breath, "Only for you." You answered.

The man chuckled and he let you go, stepping away. You bit your lip and tried to glance at him in the small slit of light you had. Nothing. "If I fulfill your darkness dreams... Will you confess?"

"If you satisfy me." You said quickly.

The man laughed, "Oh I will Chéri." The blindfold was roughly pulled off of your face and you stared into deep hazel eyes. Your expression softened as you observed him, your lips parting a bit as your brain processed his beauty. He leaned down slowly and kissed you.

You hummed and deepened it. You wished to run your hands through his hair but they were still bound to the chair. The man slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring it without permission. You whimpered softly and tried to combat him but he was something else.

The man pulled away, he took his glasses off and discarded them to a table. You took a deep breath and he effortlessly picked the big wooden chair up, sitting you upright.

Your eyes scanned his body, taking in his attractiveness. "Please fuck me Mr. No name.." you whispered. 

The man scoffed, "Have some homage." He walked over to you, his hand behind your head, resting on the chair. "You want me to untie you, don't you, Chéri?"

You nodded softly, leaning forward to kiss him again. The man smirked and pecked your lips before untying your right arm. You immediately grabbed his chin and pulled him into your lips. The man smiled against your lips and pulled away, "Such an impatient little whore."

The man grabbed your blouse and ripped it open. You'd been there for so long you'd forgotten which bra you'd worn. The interrogator smirked and ran his hand along the swell of your breasts. "Such pretty tits." He reached back behind you and unclasped your bra with one hand, even you couldn't do that.

You quickly held your bra up with your free hand and the interrogator raised a brow at you. "I want your name before you see any part of me."

The man nodded out of respect and walked to his briefcase. He clicked it open and drew out a wallet. He opened it and flashed you his badge and name. Michel Johnson was his name.

You nodded and he threw it to the side, taking the suspenders off of his shoulders. You let go of your bra and Michel pulled it down slowly. "Oh look at those..." he massaged your right breasts and you relaxed into the uncomfortable wooden chair.

"So beautiful..." Michel whispered before taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt a bit.

You untied your other hand and pulled his shirt out of where it was tucked. You rubbed his thighs and your hands started to move to his hard on, only to brush your fingers over it before going back to rubbing his thigh.

Michel's face twitched and he grabbed your waist, picking you up. You gasped softly and wrapped your legs around his waist to make sure you didn't fall. His strong arms held you by your legs as he stretched the fabric of your skirt out, the seam ripping down the middle.

You felt the bulge in his pants, resting against your clit. You reached in between the both of you and took his belt off, throwing it to the side. Michel smirked and lead you to the nearest wall. You had never been fucked against the wall, but you weren't against it.

Michel unzipped his pants and stared into your eyes. "Keep those on me. I don't want to see you look away." He commanded. You nodded softly and felt him run his tip through your folds. You picked up your hips, so badly wanting to feel him inside you.

Michel observed your body language and slammed his hips into you. You looked up and bit down on your lip to keep from screaming. "Oh fuck..." you breathed.

"Patients is key." Michel said, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. He would draw his cock out of you and then slam it back into you, making your legs weak. "Michel~! Fuck! Faster! Please!" You begged.

"Such a little whore for my cock... aren't you?" Michel purred into your ear, laying you down on the ground. He pulled out of you and stood up, stroking himself as he looked at you. You were disheveled, your clothes ripped, your mascara running down your face, your legs wide open, your body begging for someone's touch.

"Such a pretty little girl.." Michel got back down on the floor and pushed back into you, the new angle allowing him to go faster. Your eyes rolled into the back of his head and you were bucking your hips, trying to meet his fast pace. "If you're a good girl I'll let you cum." Michel held your throat and nailed into you, hitting your g-spot like it was nothing.

Your climax was so close and you clenched your teeth to try and distract you from it. "Please~! I'm so close daddy~" you gasped softly as Michel rammed into you, stopping his thrusts. "What did you just call me?" He growled.

"D-D-Daddy...!" You stuttered.

Michel smirked, "What a good little girl... now be quiet... if you get us caught as you cum, you can't have daddy's cock anymore."

You arched your back and nodded, Michel started his thrusts back up again and you came on his cock, covering your mouth as you screamed for Michel. He followed quickly after you, shooting his cum deep into you. Once the both of you were finished he picked you up and laid you on the table.

You were spent, still dripping. Michel walked to what looked like a grill and you watched him, your eyes barley open from being exhausted. "Such a pretty girl as yourself needs to know who you belong to." He walked over to you with a metal bar and you furrowed your brows.

When you tried to sit up he pushed you back down. He looked at the spot where a faded hickey was. "My point exactly." He pushed the burning metal into your skin and you closed your eyes tightly.

The smell of burnt skin filled the air, making you a bit sick. "There you go... such a good little girl for me..." Michel kissed you once more and walked out of the room, leaving you dripping, in pain, and exhausted.

As much as Michel wanted to stay and ease your pain he had to leave. He had to show no emotion.

Now. Did you ever admit to your crimes? No. Michel manipulated the judge and got you off scotch free. From then on you were his, and you loved it.

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P.L. O'Hara was doing his usual scene as Captain Hook on stage. You played Wendy of course, and you hated your part. You wanted to play Pan to make fun of the man you adored so much.

P.L. finished his scene and walked over to you, you raised your brow, "What is it Captain? Am I still being reprimanded?"

P.L. was punishing you because he found you kissing one of the other cast members. He wouldn't let you touch him, or have sex with him. The both of you weren't exclusive, just sleeping together.

P.L. didn't answer you, he just grabbed you and pulled you to his dressing room. You followed him, almost tripping over your shoes. It was intermission so the both of you were in the clear for scenes.

"P-"

P.L. Put his hook over your lips and showed you that his mic was still on. Oh fuck. You knew exactly what he was doing.

P.L. hummed softly and walked behind you, walking around you in circle. "Oh you hear a lot of stories 'bout the sailors and their sport." He sang. You gulped and stood stock still. "About how every sailor has a girl in every port..." he drug his hook across your cheek and your breath hitched. It wasn't sharp, but cold.

You heard giggles from outside, people listening to the song. "But if you added two and two, you'd figure out right quick... It's just because the girls all have a lad on every ship..." You looked into P.L's hazel eyes, almost pleading for him to stop, clenching your thighs.

P.L. raised his brow and shrugged. "And it's twiddle ee ai dee ai dee ai. Twiddle ee ai dee ei. It's often times a man will leave you broken with dismay. And it's twiddle ee ai dee ai dee ai. Twiddle ee ai dee ei. There's other things to twiddle when the men have sailed away..." P.L. put the hook around your neck, pulling him close to his body.

His singing was something else. He removed the wig and fake stache. P.L. walked you over to the vanity, raising his brow for consent.

You nodded softly and P.L. smirked, bending you over the vanity, positioning you just right so you could watch him. He picked your dress up and used the hook to pull your panties down. You gulped softly and P.L. drew his cock out of his pants.

You watched his eyes, the makeup and costume turning you on more. P.L. stroked himself a bit. You wiggled your ass as best you could. P.L's face twitched and he spat on his cock, giving himself some lubricant. He slowly pushed into you and didn't make a sound.

You were biting your lip, almost piercing the skin so you didn't moan. You'd already gone a month without P.L. and missed all of his eleven inches.

"Lucky Annie... was a lady.. who'd been pleased by many men...." P.L. grunted, this was his way of humiliating you in front of the entire audience and cast. "They all would sail away... but then they'd come right back again." P.L. bottomed out and started to thrusts his hips in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back as you looked at the angry man. This was hate sex. Your favorite.

"But if they never sailed her way... she really didn't care... Cause she knew... she'd replace him with another as quickly as she could... brush her hair!" P.L. Bucked his hips into you and your eyes crossed as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

Usually you'd be a moaning mess but you couldn't make a noise. When you looked away from the mirror P.L. grabbed your hair and forced you to look at him. You his cock beating quickly, he was close and so were you. P.L. used the hook to rub your clit, not having a free hand to do it with but it got the job done, maybe even too well.

You closed your eyes tightly as you squirted all over the hook, letting out a sigh of relief. P.L. Scowled and rammed his cock into you, making you cum on it. You moaned loudly into your sleeve.

P.L. released deep inside of you and filled you up. He looked at his mic and pulled your underwear back up. "That'll teach you to be perfidious you fatuous neophyte. Maybe you'll ruminate next time." P.L. put himself away and put his wig and mustache back on before leaving.

You sighed deeply, he was so fucking hot, and he knew it. You laid down on the small cot that was in P.L's dressing room and took a deep breath, you wanted more. So much more.

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Could Lionel see you right now? Your legs were sore and your wrists were raw from baring the rope that was tied around your wrists, your toes cramping from standing on them.

Lionel sat at a desk he'd moved into the room, he was working on some paperwork while smoking a cigar. He was the one that hung you there as a punishment. You closed your eyes and tried to even out your breathing, trying to distract you from the approaching pain.

Lionel glanced up at you and put his papers down, he walked to you slowly, you could hear his dress shoes click against the marble floor. You just thought he was leaving the room but you felt his warm hand on your cheek, he kissed your head softly, thinking you'd fallen asleep.

Lionel hummed softly and carefully untied your wrists, holding your waist. Once you fell into his arms he picked you up and carried you to the bath in the corner of the room. He laid you down in the water, making sure your wrists didn't touch the bubbles, knowing it could hurt you.

You peaked at him through your eye lashes, Lionel was stripping off his suit, being as quiet as he could. You whimpered softly and reached out for him. He grabbed your hand and kissed it, "I'm right here darling..." he whispered before getting into the bath.

Lionel slipped his hands under your arms and pulled you onto his chest. "Did I go too far my love..?" He asked carefully, laying his head on yours. You nodded softly and Lionel clicked his tongue. "I'm sorry darling... I'm so sorry..." he rubbed your back and you opened your eyes.

"I was caught in the moment..." Lionel placed soft kisses onto you head.

"Me too..." you whispered, your voice hoarse from the previous screaming. Lionel nodded and grabbed a wash cloth, this was always your favorite part. He laid you back and made sure you were warm in the water.

He wet the cloth and lathered you up in soap, he was very concentrated as he washed up your arms, his brows furrowed. You smiled softly and reached out, slicking his hair back with the water that was on your hands. Lionel chuckled and kissed you before returning back to washing your body.

Lionel looked at the red marks on your wrist, guilt pinging in his stomach and chest. He clenched his jaw and you watched him, "I deserved it..." you whispered.

Lionel's eyes flickered to yours and then back at your wrist. "It's funny... I can't even remember what you did..."

You smiled, "That's because you're an old man..." Lionel of course rolled his eyes and you giggled, "I teased you in front of all your Shahbandar stock holders... called you daddy... growled into your ear... just as you do to me.."

Lionel chuckled softly and shook his head, "You just can't control when you're horny can you my lioness?"

You smiled, "What can you do? It's breeding season!"

Lionel hummed and looked into your eyes, his smile slowly fading into a serious gaze. "I know I'm not perfect... but I- umm..." Lionel scratched the back of his head. "I think you're perfect... less flaws than me... and I don't think I could imagine what I'd be like without you..."

Lionel never got soft like this, he mostly kept his hard exterior, pushing his walls up when he felt you get too close. "That's why I believe... that... I'm in love..."

Your shoulders slumped softly as you looked at the man in front of you, "You love me..?" You whispered.

Lionel looked into your eyes and nodded softly, "Yes... I love you... I'm in love with you... and- and you don't have to love me... though I'd like you to... but I'd understand... I need to be more understanding..."

You smiled and grabbed Lionel's face, kissing him passionately. He hummed into your mouth, melting into your kiss. He was usually so rough, it was so comforting to see this side of him, especially considering you were almost always asleep when he did after care.

"I love you too Lionel..." you whispered, giving him an Eskimo kiss. "I really do..."

Lionel chuckled and kissed you again before getting up. He picked you up bridal style and to the bed in the middle of the room. He covered you up and tucked you in before kissing your head. "Get some rest darling... you deserve it..."

You nodded softly and cuddled into the blankets, "Thank you my Lion..."

"Anytime Lioness."

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You woke up in a bright house, the light almost blinding you. You sat up and looked around, you were laying on a white bed, surrounded by pure white granite walls that had a gold trim. Where the hell were you?

The door opened and a dark haired man that wore dark clothes looked at you, a bit startled. "Why is there a woman in my bed?" He asked, looking very concerned.

"Where the hell am I?!" You exclaimed, thinking you'd been kidnapped.

The man fell against the wall, groaning slightly. Your eyes grew wide and you tried to scurry away. "I know. But why is she in my bed?!" The man yelled, looking up to the sky. He sighed and rubbed his temples. "Welcome to Heaven..."

You laughed and shook your head, "Please sir.. just- let me go home.."

The man stepped forward and tapped your forehead, showing you the reality. "I don't have time for you humans regular 'Oh well God isn't real!' Babble. This is home. Whether you like it or not. Now. I'm not usually the one to do this but... here we are. I'm the Metatron, the voice of God. I'm here today to give you a tour of this wonderful place and to show you just how great it is... because we wouldn't want you to rebel..." Metatron got close to your face, locking eyes with you. "Now would we?"

You shook your head softly and he smiled, "Good then. Come along." Metatron held out his hand and you took it hesitantly.

Suddenly you were on streets with clean air and beautiful skies. "Wow..." you breathed, looking around. It almost reminded you of New York. To the left there was a park and many children ran around, laughing and giggling. Metatron looked to where you were gazing. "Kids corner... where the children of Heaven wait for their parents to arrive and collect them..."

You frowned softly but knew that all the children were happy and elated, "They can watch their friends on Earth through that television over there..." Metatron pointed and you smiled softly at the children laughing loudly, gathered around the TV.

Metatron grabbed your hand and lead you around the corner, showing you the education side of it, "And here... we have our drama department... they put on plays... and teach the children Shakespeare..." You smiled and looked around the elegant outdoor theater.

"This is where you'll be positioned..." Metatron placed his hands on your shoulders and you furrowed your brows, "Per one of our VIP's requests."

"What?" You looked around and a shaggy haired blonde man stepped out of a stage door. He had a bright smile on his face, one that could blind an entire crowd of children. He started to make his way over to you and tripped over one of the benches.

Metatron's eyes got wide and he quickly grabbed the man, "Goodness don't bust your face before you meet the woman."

The man chuckled nervously and you got a good look at his face. He held out his hand, "Hi there... I'm Alan.."

You were floored, "Alan Rickman. Y-You requested me...?"

Alan smiled bashfully and nodded, "I've watched your work... when I heard you'd.. passed... I was elated..." He kissed your hand softly.

You chuckled, "You must have the wrong (Y/F/N) I'm a nobody."

"Fame isn't everything, Ms. (Y/N)..."

You blushed softly and looked away, "Right..." you looked back to Metatron and he smiled, patting Alan's shoulder.

"Treat her nice hmm? I think she's one that you'll wanna keep around."

Alan chuckled and nodded, looking back at you, "She's definitely a keeper..." Metatron nodded and was suddenly gone. You were still baffled that Alan Rickman had seen your work. "How did you find me sir?"

Alan looked back at you and nodded, "Well I keep tabs on all the people who are obsessed with me. There is this one young lady.. Abby I believe her name is... she writes stories about me and my characters... very provocative... very intreating... has a good friend named Jemma... her apparent match is Absolem... my Caterpillar character? I'm not sure how that works... I don't really question my fans anymore." (I know you can see what I did there)

You laughed and Alan lead you to the stage and you looked around and out to the audience. "Sooner or later we shall get an audience. You can sit and observe if you'd like."

You smiled softly and nodded, "Yeah... sounds great."

Alan nodded and hugged you tightly, "It's great to finally have you up here." He patted your back and pointed to the bench he'd tripped over earlier, "Just sit there... I'll be back!" You nodded and followed his instruction. He smiled and slipped back into the stage door he'd came from.

You took a deep breath, your mind blown to pieces. Children started to enter the theater and sit all around, watching the empty stage with patience. It was then that Alan stepped back on stage and smiled at the child audience, "Good marrow my fellow theater goers! Today you'll hear me recite Bottom's Dream monologue from Midsummer Nights Dream!"

He looked really elated and pleased to be in the presence of children. He started his monologue and it was a comedic one, the children bursted out in choirs of laughter and cackles, even causing Alan to break character and laugh with them. The smile you had plastered on your face could not have been wiped away. You were home, this was your home.

Once his performance was over Alan walked up the stairs out of breath from laughing. He sat beside you and you smiled at him. "You like children?" You asked softly, Alan shrugged and looked off to the side, "I love laughter... and children... they're so innocent... not stricken by the world that happen to lay below them... it's that innocence that keeps me going. Laughter is the best medicine... even in Heaven you aren't invincible..."

Alan grabbed your hand and kissed it again. "I hope we get to know each other... it would be my honor to know you..."

You smiled softly and looked into the dirty blonde haired man's hazel eyes, pools full of stories and wisdom, "I can't wait..."

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You sat at your desk, helping your Professor, Severus Snape grade some papers. You were his student teacher, training so that hopefully you could yourself become a teacher when you graduated.

You stared at the paper, looking at Severus' hand writing. You spaced out and started to fantasize about the dark haired man, tracing your fingers over the note he'd written on the paper.

You remembered a couple months ago when you were bouncing up and down on his cock in your favorite black lingerie. Severus hadn't touched you in a long time due to him trying his best to remain professional.

Since then you couldn't even bring yourself to pleasure your own needs, now all throughout the day you were horny and your teacher was all you could think about. Your thighs clenched together and you slipped a hand between them, trying to calm yourself down.

Severus cleared his throat and got up, walking to one of his filing cabinets. You looked back at him quickly and your eyes of course darted down to his pants, it had become a habit. "Looking disrespectfully isn't ethical." Severus mumbled.

You stood up and leaned against your desk, looking at him. "Looking into someone's mind isn't ethical."

"I wasn't-"

"The tent in your pants says otherwise." You pushed off the desk and walked over to Severus slowly. "Why don't you let him out of his confines... I miss my big boy..."

You saw Severus' knuckles turn white from where he was gripping the file cabinet. "Come on Severus... like old times..."

Severus slammed the cabinet shut and stormed back to his desk. "The old habits of ours are in the past. We mustn't discuss them. Get back to work." Severus commanded. You scoffed and walked over to him leaning down to meet his eyes. "Was I not enough to fill that stupid little fantasy of yours?"

Severus looks up at you, brows furrowed, he looked offended. You shook your head and sighed, "Forget it." You walked to your desk and sat down, going back to staring at the paper. You were no longer fantasizing, but remembering all the good times you and Severus had before he'd become cold and reserved.

The endless nights dedicated to aftercare and him teaching you to play chess. You closed your eyes and tried hard to keep from crying. "Get out of my head..." you whispered, glancing over at Severus.

He sighed softly and continued to grade. You put your head down and remembered the one time that Severus actually made love to you, it was the last time you'd ever slept with him and you knew you wouldn't forget it. Severus slammed his quill down on the table and walked over to you, leaning down to get in your face.

"I can't concentrate when your mind runs wild." He looked all over your face.

"Then bend me over your desk and make me shut my mind up." You whispered, drawing dangerously close to Severus' face. His jaw clenched and he grabbed the tie on your uniform, pulling you into a rough and desperate kiss.

You whimpered softly and wanted nothing than to be closer to Severus. You grabbed his face, cupping it in your hand. The kiss had flickered from want and need to passion, and finally ended up on the passion of wanting to have sex. Severus lifted you up with ease and pushed everything off of his desk, laying you down on it.

"If you decide to.. show out.. you know what happens." Severus mumbled into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. You gasped softly and pulled your sweater off, throwing it to the side. Severus' face twitched, "I remove clothes little one. Me. And only me."

He ran his hand under your button up, feeling the lace bra you wore. "You knew daddy was going to fuck you today... didn't you...?" He grabbed your thighs and pulled you to the end of the desk. You shook your head, "No.. I just hope he did." You whispered, sitting up to reconnect your lips with his.

Your hand wandered down to his bulge and you palmed him, Severus groaned into your mouth, despising when you teased him. "Keep on and I'll tie you up with that godforsaken tie."

You rolled your eyes and Severus grabbed your hair. "On your knees. You don't disrespect me like that. You don't... roll your eyes... at me." He seethed and you ran your hand down his chest as you sunk to your knees. Severus sat back in his office chair and unbuckled his belt, "You were the one who said you missed him. He's waiting."

You licked your lips and reached under Severus' right sleeve, grabbing the hair tie that was around his wrist, using it to put your hair up. You pulled Severus' pants down slightly and retrieved his long cock from his pants. Severus leaned back and watched you as you kissed up his shaft.

"Stop the teasing and be a big girl."

You huffed softly and took Severus' tip in your mouth, licking up his precum. Severus let out a sigh and his shoulders relaxed. He grabbed the sides of your head, lacing his fingers through the back of your head, under the hair tie. He pushed your head down, bucking his hips at the same time.

You not being one hundred percent ready for that choked on his cock. The noise bounced off the walls and settled in Severus' ears. "G-good girl.." he muttered, giving you a bit of control.

You bobbed your head up and down on him, resting your hands on his thighs. Severus didn't make any sounds, just let his mouth fall open, still gripping your head. Severus squeezed your temples and you stopped, knowing exactly what that meant.

He caught his breath for a moment before thrusting up into your mouth, fucking your throat roughly. You hummed around his cock to the best of your ability and he forced your head down, making you deep throat him.

Tears streamed down your face, your eyeliner you'd put on this morning following it. "Such a p-pretty mouth." Severus grunted, watching you hallow out your cheeks. He pulled you off of himself with a pop and you breathed heavily. Severus pulled you to your feet and pushed you back on his desk, standing up. 

He unzipped your skirt and yanked it off, your heat was pulsing, begging to be touched. Severus hummed and ran his warm big hands up your thighs, you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him.

He glanced up at you and smirked a bit, placing his hand on your clothed heat. "You're soaking." He slipped his finger under the fabric, hooking his finger around it to pull it down slowly. You whimpered and he stopped. "Get impatient and I won't let you finish."

You gulped softly and nodded, trying to calm yourself down. Severus slowly slipped your panties off and put them in his chair. He grabbed his cock and ran it through your folds, "Have you missed me darling?"

You closed your eyes tightly, silently begging for him to slam into you. "Yes daddy~" you whispered.

Snape chuckled, "Then beg for it."

You took a breath and opened your eyes, looking into his dark hungry eyes. "Please daddy... please fuck me... I've waited to long for this moment... I haven't even touched myself since the last time!"

Snape raised his brow and stroked himself listening to you, "Thats a long time to wait."

You nodded frantically, "See? That's why I need you... I'm aching for you! I- I don't think I can orgasm without you daddy!" You threw your hands by your side, wanting to seem more desperate than ever.

"What a good girl..." Severus pushed into you and you sighed in relief. Finally. Now all you had to do is be on your best behavior and nothing would go wrong.

Severus rubbed your thighs as he bottomed out, he was a thigh guy after all. You leaned back on the desk and he once again pulled you to the end, preparing to slam into you. "Daddy please.." you pleaded, knowing he was waiting on your confirmation.

His grip tightened on your thighs and he did indeed start to slam into you, releasing all of the frustration and anger that had built up over the months you were apart. Your moans and whines filled the room as you writhed on the desk.

Severus grabbed your throat to hold you down and you took a sharp breath, remembering he could sometimes get carried away. "Fuck S-S-Daddy!" You yelled as he pounded your g-spot. His face twitched and his grip tightened on your throat, almost closing your windpipe.

You felt your orgasm approaching and focused on the grunts that erupted from Severus' chest. You loved to hear him gaining pleasure from you.

Severus could tell you were getting close and he leaned down into your ear, "You better hold it." He mumbled, nipping your ear.

You nodded frantically, "Y-Yes sir..." Severus smirked and loosened his grip on your neck as a bit of a reward. You arched your back and tried to distract your mind, the pressure in your abdomen almost becoming unbearable.

Your thighs started to close and Severus stared at you, anger in his eyes. "Keep those pretty legs spread out for daddy." He commanded.

You shook your head, "P-Please daddy..! Let me cum!" You begged, your breath being very labored. Severus had never seen you like this and it made him realize how much you really needed him. He felt a bit guilty making you hold in your climax for so long.

He slowed down his thrusts and removed the hand on your neck, bringing it down to your clit, rubbing soft circles into it. "Go for it darling." He whispered.

You moaned loudly and came, by god was that the best orgasm you'd ever had. Your body was shaking as you gripped Severus' arms to the best of your ability and looked to the side, screaming Severus' name.

That sent him over the edge and he grabbed your chin forcing you to look into his eyes as he filled you up with his seed. Your chest heaved and Severus pulled out of you, sitting back on his chair. He grabbed your hips and picked you up, pulling you into his chest. "I'm going to... ruin your pants..." you whispered.

"Shh..." He put your head in his chest and covered you with his cloak that was on the back of his chair. "You were a good girl..." he mumbled.

You smiled softly and looked up at him, he leaned down and pecked your lips. "Thank you..." Severus hummed and rubbed your head until you went to sleep in his arms.

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You were almost off the clock in a small bar that was right outside Los Angles. There was a man in the corner, drinking the most expensive whiskey in the bar. You finished cleaning up the bar and walked over to the man, tapping on his shoulder.

"Excuse me sir... the bar is about to close..." you smiled and he looked up at you slowly, a menacing grimace on his face.

"How much longer do I have?"

You stepped back away from him, "Ten minutes..."

The man hummed and looked to the busted TV, "Have you been watching the news tonight.." he squinted his eyes and looked at your name tag, "(Y/N)?"

You shook your head softly, "No sir... TVs been broken for a couple months now. Boss won't fork out the money to fix it."

"Good." The man stood and walked to you, backing you up against the pool table. Your reflexes kicked in and you drew the pepper spray from your pocket. You held it to Hans' face and he grabbed your wrist, not enabling you. You sprayed it in his face and he yelled in pain, stumbling back.

You ran behind the bar and the man looked up at you, his face red and his hair in his face. A low growl admitted from deep within his chest and he slowly approached you. You gulped softly as you felt your walls throb.

"You're going to pay for that Schätzchen." Hans stood in front of you again.

You looked up at the scary man and felt like begging for your life. "Please sir... d-don't kill me..."

The man let out a low chuckle and put his hand on your hip. "Why would I want to kill you? That is... unless you know something."

You shook your head frantically and the man drew close to your face, his nose brushing against your cheek. "How much do I have to pay... to get you... naked on that pool table...?" He whispered.

Your breath hitched and you looked to the camera in the corner, the man raised his brows and followed your eyes. He pulled out a pistol and without looking at the camera he shot it. You felt warmth pool in your panties and you looked back to the man. "Three hundred and a name. Give me a good enough fucking and it'll be free of charge."

The man smirked and grabbed your arm, pulling you to the pool table. "Hans Gruber." He said before ripping your shirt off. You gasped softly and felt his big warm hands trail along your body. "My... my... you're so beautiful..."

Hans kissed at your collarbone, being so ready for some form of sexual relief. You ran your hands through his hair, keeping it from his face. You loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He bit down lightly on your breast and your hands returned to his hair. "Fuck..." you whispered.

Hans smirked and pushed you back on the table, unbuckling his belt and drawing out his cock. You tried to get up to suck him off but he forcefully pushed you back down. "Stay." He commanded, pulling down your short shorts. He threw them to the side and ripped your pantyhose off.

"Thanks a lo-" Hans slapped you and you blinked, a bit shocked.

"Stop talking." He yanked your panties off and took a deep breath. "Look at that beautiful cunt..." Hans ran his fingers through your folds and smirked, "You're so wet." Without warning he thrusted two fingers in you moaned softly. "Mmm... tight too..." he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you slowly.

You were in complete bliss, adoring each second of this. You bucked your hips and wanted another finger, or maybe even his dick. "Please... fuck me..." you breathed. You hadn't had sex in three months and your hormones were going crazy.

"You want my cock?" The man rasped. You nodded frantically and Hans chuckled, pulling your hips towards him. "I knew I'd get some pay back. On your knees."

You gulped softly and slid off the pool table, you took Hans' cock in your hand and pumped it softly, kissing at his tip. He groaned softly and looked down at you, collecting your hair. He thrusted into your mouth and you choked on his girth.

Hans smirked and held your head in place as he fucked your throat. "G-Good little girl.." he grunted. You didn't want him to continue so you decided to scare him a bit.

You ran your teeth along the bottom of his shaft softly, Hans looked down at you, eyes wide. He quickly pulled out of your mouth and threw you to the floor. After a while of being completely baffled he had realized what you'd done and slowly walked to you, "You whore."

He picked you up and threw you on the pool table, bending you over it. You screamed and kicked your legs Hans pulled the gun out of his pocket and pressed it to the back of your head, slowly cocking it. Your eyes got wide and you froze. "Keep on and I'll pull the trigger."

You nodded and Hans kept the gun pressed to your head, he ran his cock through your folds. "You're going to be a good girl." He commanded, pushing into you, stretching you out. You whimpered softly but your eyes rolled back as his head brushed against your g-spot.

Hans let you adjust for a bit, "You're so tight.... perfect little cunt." Hans held your hip and started to bring his hips back, just to quickly slam back into you. Your head shot up and you became a moaning mess under the man.

Hans' thrusts became rough and animalistic, you didn't expect less from him, you did almost blind him with pepper spray. The only sounds that we're in the bar were Hans' grunts, your moans, the creaking of the old pool table.

You wished you could reach down and rub your clit but there was no clearance, not to mention THE GUN that was pressed to your head. The only simulation you were gaining, aside from Hans railing you, were your nipples brushing against the rough felt on the pool table.

You felt Hans' cock twitching inside of you, showing you he was getting close to his orgasm. He leaned over your body and into your ear. "I think I should take you with me. Use you as my little cockslut. Your pussy is so perfect." With the word perfect Hans rammed into you, causing you to moan loudly, your feet leaving the ground.

Hans chuckled softly and shook his head. "Please.. touch my clit..." you begged. Hans raised a brow and put the gun in his back waist band, uncocking it. His fingers ran up the back of your thigh teasingly and brushed over your clit before quickly retracting. "Tsk tsk tsk... I don't think you deserve it." Hans pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck and your walls pulsated around him rapidly and he smirked.

He brought his hips back to roughly fuck you into the pool table. You whimpered and could no longer hold back your desperately needed orgasm. It crashed into you like a car hitting a tree, almost splitting you down the middle, your spine tingling violently. "Oh fuck Hans~!" You called out.

Hans scowled and pulled out of you, not riding out your high. "Knees." He commanded. You sighed softly and turned back around, facing him. Hans started to jerk himself off and came all over your face. You flinched a bit but didn't dare move from your spot on the floor. He tucked himself back into his pants. "Clean yourself up. Close the bar. I'll be back in three hours to collect you. Don't comply and I'll hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand?"

You looked up into the German man's hazel eyes and nodded softly, looking as innocent as possible. Hans licked his lips and smirked, "You'll be making up for this for the rest of your life." He stormed out of the bar, leaving you covered in cum and on your knees.

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You'd been living on a deserted island with Hans Gruber for two months now. After you'd found out what he'd done you were disgusted and disappointed in yourself. Of course you were the one to get railed by the murderer terrorist while your sister married a doctor.

You thought about how your parents would react if you ever brought Hans home, "Hey Ma and Pop! This is my partner! He's a crazed man who killed all those people at Nakatomi Plaza! Oh hey Charlotte! How are the kids? Oh? My partner? Yeah I don't think we'll have any kids, you know... too risky... he'd probably get too angry and put a bullet in little Tommy's head!"

You laid on the balcony, lounging in a lawn chair, it was something you requested. You did this often when Hans was working or sleeping, he did both pretty often. If he wasn't doing either he was bending you over his desk, bed, or even fucking you over the balcony railing.

You held your eyes closed, a book resting on your abdomen. Since Hans had seen you nude so many times you just stayed that way, per his request. You felt rough hands drag across your neck and chin you sighed softly and opened your eyes, to be met with Hans staring out into the ocean.

You placed your hand on his and he looked down at you, a brow raised. "Do you need something?" You ran your hand up Hans' sleeve.

He watched you for a moment before opening his mouth, "Just admiring the view." He said softly. In all your time with Hans you realized that he wasn't much of a talker, only saying something when he had to. You always loved to ramble on and he'd just listen. You always wondered if he ever retained anything you said but you didn't really care.

Hell, you had everything at your fingertips all because you maced a guy. "I think my family is started to get worried..." you said, picking up the book you were reading. Hans huffed and looked away from you, back onto the horizon. You grabbed his hands and took them off of your neck, sitting up, "We can't ignore it for much longer Hans."

"Why do you care so much for this family of yours? You've told me on countless occasions about how these people cast you out, care not for you and favor your sister." Hans walked to the end of the lawn chair, sitting down on the edge, placing his hand on your thigh. "I'm your family now. You don't need them... you need me... and only me." He tried to reassure.

You looked into Hans' worried eyes and sighed, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his head. "I still miss them dear..."

Hans held his head low and ran his hand down your chest, dragging his fingers along your thigh. "Then why don't we forget them." He got up and offered you a hand. You took it and he smirked, "My beautiful little girl... just look at you."

You felt heat rise to your face and you looked away, Hans grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him, "God you're so fucking beautiful. Own it." He slammed his mouth to yours and used his free hand to snake down your back, roughly grabbing your ass.

You squeaked into Hans' mouth and stood on your tiptoes, running your hands through his hair as you broke your tongue into his mouth, exploring it freely. Hans hummed in disapproval and slowly walked to the nearest wall. He grabbed your hip and the back of your neck, turning you around and brining your face to the wall. "Stay." Hans commanded, sinking to his knees.

He pushed your feet apart a bit and brought his face to your heat. "Stand still. I don't care if your legs give out. I want you still."

You gulped softly and nodded, looking down at him, not being able to make eye contact with him. Hans kissed at your cunt, teasing you as he ran his tongue through your folds. You moaned softly and held yourself up by the wall. Hans flicked his tongue against your entrance and your hand flew down, tangling itself in his sun kissed hair.

Hans' mouth eventually drifted to your clit, sucking and dragging his teeth along it. One of his hands held your thigh as the other one teased your entrance. You let out a small whimper and bit your lip, allowing your eyes to roll back.

You grasped Hans' hair with a death grip, he hummed against your clit, sending vibrations through your body. Hans shoved two fingers into you as a punishment. Your legs shook slightly and almost buckled. "Gruber!" You yelled, closing your eyes tightly.

Hans smirked and continued humming, it was like he wanted you to fail. Maybe he did. But you wouldn't give him that victory. Your legs shook violently as Hans inserted a third finger. Your lip started to bleed at the force of you biting it.

You let out a deep and low moan, your body struggling to stay up. "Hans~ I'm c-close!" You called out. Hans went faster and you held the wall with all your might, finally letting go, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train.

Your entire body went red as you came all over Hans' fingers. Once you finished he cleaned you up with his mouth, dragging his tongue across your thighs. He sucked on his thick fingers and got out from under you. Hans stood and kissed your temple. "I'm your family. No one else." He walked back into the house, leaving you outside. You took a deep breath and nodded, trying to collect yourself.

He was yours and you were his, though he was a psychopath you felt no guilt, why would you? As far as you were concerned he was the hottest psycho you'd ever met.

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You applauded as a dark haired man entered the Oval Office, a smile wide on his face.

Did you vote for the Republican? That you weren't going to tell. Ronald Reagan had assigned you to be his assistant, knowing him from when he governed California. He looked at you, his head tilting a bit. He excused himself from the conversation he was in the middle of and approached you.

"Ms. (Y/N)." He held his hand out and you knew what he wanted to hear you say.

"Mr. President..." you greeted, shaking his firm hand.

Reagan chuckled and leaned down to your ear, buttoning his suit jacket, "We did it darlin'..." he quickly kissed your temple. You shoved him away and looked around, cautiously.

"Not now Ron." The two of you had been involved for some time now, Reagan taking ownership over you more frequently than you wished was true.

Reagan chuckled, he did that frequently. "I think this calls for a celebration later." He commented before walking away. You cleared your throat and fixed your skirt, feeling Nancy's eyes on you. You smiled and nodded at her, grabbing some champagne on a tray that went by.

You drank the whole thing, wetness pooling in your panties from that small encounter with Ron. You walked out to your desk and started to get everything in order, you watched as people filed out of the Oval Office, laughing and celebrating. Ron must had dismissed them early.

This made you nervous knowing what Ron always had on his mind. You heard his low laugh erupt from the room and Nancy's laugh followed after, jealousy boiled in you. You felt bad for Ron, he was in love with his wife but she was always on the fence about him for some reason.

Nancy's heels clicked as she walked from the office, "Ronald requests that you go talk to him." Nancy rolled her eyes and you sighed, going into the office. Ron was sitting at his big federal desk, he looked very happy.

"Hey there gorgeous..." he smirked, "Come here... I wanna show you something." You walked to the new President and found him stroking himself, your breath hitched and your thighs clenched together. "Look at what just talkin' to you can do to me."

Ron grabbed your hand and you were so ready just to get on your knees for the man who now ran the United States. Ron pulled you close and grabbed your waist. He unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the ground before sitting you on his lap.

"No tights today?" Ron asked as you took him in your hand, starting to pump his already throbbing cock.

"I knew they'd just be another pair you'd ruin." You linked your arm around Ron's neck, getting closer to him. He chuckled softly and rubbed your bare thigh, "Got me there. Are you ready?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded frantically and he smirked, pulling your panties aside.

You picked your hips up and slowly sunk onto his cock. You hummed loudly, feeling him stretch you out. Ron grabbed your hips and roughly thrusted up into you, making your grip tighten on the back of his neck, "Fuck you Ron~" you moaned, your eyes closing.

Laughter erupted from Ron as he rubbed circles into your hips, "You knew you liked it Darlin'.."

He wasn't wrong and he knew it, "Again. Fuck you. Ronald."

"I don't know if you could tell but you are fuckin' me." Ron whispered into your ear. Alright. That was enough of his one liners. You slammed your hips down onto him and his breath got caught in his throat. "Oh my lord..." he breathed as you started to rock your hips back and forth.

You thought back to you and Ron's first encounter. He lit up your body and could feel the need for sex radiating off of you. Since the both of you were a lot younger back then he grabbed your neck and slammed you against the wall, electrifying your core.

You bounced up and down on his cock now, grabbing his tie and pulling him forward, wanting his lips on yours. You moaned into his mouth as his cock constantly struck your g-spot. You were so experienced in the field of his body you knew everything he loved, one of those things being fucking you.

Ron started to buck his hips up into yours, telling you he was getting close. You ran your hands through his combed hair, loosening up some of the plastic hairspray that kept it down. Ron squeezed the leather arm rests on the chair and grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto him as he came. You gasped and pulled away from the kiss.

"Animal~" you moaned. Ron chuckled and rubbed circles into your clit. Your head fell back and your thighs shook lightly.

Ron leaned into your ear, "I may be an animal... but you're my prey." He bit your earlobe softly and dragged it through his teeth, all of the stimulation sending you over the edge. You basically screamed into Ron's shoulder and he held you close, kissing at your jaw.

Once you calmed down he kissed your lips and put his hair back in place. "Congratulations Mr. President.." you whispered.

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You were soundly sleeping beside your husband, Christopher Brandon. He was fresh out of the war and happy to be finally reunited with you.

Christopher was having the worst dream of his life, he was parading through a ball room in his uniform, people around dressed in their best, dancing with their significant others. The men around him had bandages over their heads drenched in red, some blood was spilling out of their mouths, or they had gun shot wounds through the chest.

Though most the men sustained serious injuries no one paid attention and continued to dance. Christopher looked around in horror and tripped over a shoe, causing the scene to change to him in the trenches. He was getting screamed at by his General who had half of his head blown off. It was then Christopher realized that all of the injuries that each man were baring were ones that he witnessed, or even caused himself.

Christopher took a shaky breath and loaded his rifle, facing the opposing side, the Americans. Bullets ripped through Christopher's body and he snapped out of the dream, sitting up. His breath was heavy as he stared into the dark night. He looked to his side, seeing you peacefully sleeping and took a deep breath.

Christopher studied the content smile on your face and leaned down, kissing your head. You smiled with your teeth and opened your eyes, "Is it morning already?" You whispered.

"No... no... far from it darling..." Christopher whispered. In the moonlight you saw the sweat glisten on his forehead. You reached for his face but he grabbed your hand.

"Darling... what is it that troubles you?" You sat up and Christopher sighed, seeing that you were fully awake.

"Nothing at all... just a bad dream..." Christopher laid back down and you crawled onto his chest, gazing into his hazel eyes.

"Let me help you get back to sleep..." you kissed at his jaw.

"(Y/N)... not.... right.... now..." Christopher said between soft pleasured groans.

"Let me help you sleep, Colonel." You ran your hands up Christopher's chest getting on top of him. Your lips connected with his and that set Christopher's needs in stone. "I'm right here, and I'll always be here," You said trailing kisses down to his waistband leaving little hickies every so often.

"(Y/N)..." your name erupted as a growl from Christopher's chest as you stripped him of his underwear. "I know..." You kissed the base of his cock and worked up to the tip. You knew how much Christopher hated teasing but it was the only thing to distract him from his graphic dream.

Christopher watched you carefully taking mental pictures for later when he was away from you. Christopher bucked his hips shoving himself into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him knowing all of his sweet spots from past encounters. You let Christopher do all the work, keeping in mind he loved taking control.

Christopher's mouth hung open and he slowly laced his fingers through your hair. You hummed around him and the speed of his breath picked up, his eyes closing. "Fuck (Y/N)..." that was the first time you'd heard Christopher curse and it was so sexy. You relaxed your throat and took his cock deeper into your mouth.

"Darling..." Christopher warned. You smirked and hallowed out your cheeks, encouraging him to cum into your mouth. Christopher whimpered a bit, trying to wait on you to pull off of him but you didn't budge.

You moved back to his tip and flicked your tongue against it, Christopher's back arched and his head fell back as he climaxed. You swallowed most of it, some of his cum escaping your mouth and dribbling down your chin.

You pulled off of Christopher once you'd seen that he was relaxed and exhausted. He sighed softly looking at you, "What would I do without you..." he cleaned off your chin and you smiled, shrugging.

"I don't know Chris... I really don't..."

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Your entire relationship you had always been dominated by your boyfriend, Severus Snape, and he barley gave you any control. He was confident when it came to sex, especially because you had made it a daily encounter in the both of your lives. This told him all he needed to know about you, you were addicted to being railed by him, and he wouldn't be wrong.

Now you both sat in a big leather recliner. You were draped over Severus lap, laying sideways as he read a book. Your head was laying over the arm of the chair as you thought about random things. Severus was reading some book in a different language, maybe Latin, his free hand rested on your thigh, keeping you in place.

The two of you had just returned from the first quidditch match of the year and Severus didn't change, the scarf he wore still hung around his neck. You sat up and looked at it, ideas floating through your mind. Severus looked to you and tilted his head, giving your thigh a good squeeze.

You bit your lip and sat up on his lap, straddling it. Severus closed the book he was reading, setting it to the side, very carefully. He rubbed up your bare thighs and you smirked, grabbing his scarf and pulling him to your lips.

The kiss was passionate at first but Severus quickly purged it with pure hunger. He had the sex drive of a teenager that just had discovered a computer. He wrapped his arms under your thighs and picked you up, taking you to the bedroom. You started to unbutton his tunic and he hummed into your mouth, pushing his tongue past your teeth.

He tossed you on the bed, "Strip." He commanded, walking away from you.

You sat up and grabbed his scarf, "I don't think so big boy." You pulled him back so he was flush against your body. "You strip." You whispered into his ear, nibbling on the back of his neck.

Severus chuckled lowly and shook his head, "Nice one Darling. I'm the one who calls the shots."

You furrowed your brows and wrapped one arm around his waist, the other grabbing the bulge in his pants. Severus grunted softly and you palmed him, continuing to unbutton his tunic. You observed as Severus relaxed against your grip, his head threatening to fall back in pure bliss. "That's a good boy..." you whispered, feeling Severus' cock twitch as his lips parted, letting out a pleasured sigh.

You giggled, not letting the power go to your head. "On the bed or I walk..." you whispered before letting him go.

Severus turned around and grimaced at you, he grabbed your shoulders and laid you down on the bed. "You're going to pay for that." He started to pull your skirt down but you brought up your knees, hooking your foot around his leg. You bucked your hips to the right causing the both of you to roll over. You were so glad you took those self defense classes.

Severus stared up at you in awe and you pushed his shirts off of his shoulders before grabbing the scarf from around his neck. "Hands." You commanded, which Severus presented to you, he didn't want to give them to you, but he couldn't help himself. You were being a badass and he liked that. You quickly tied his wrists together and then to one of the hooks on the bed post.

You smirk and lean down kissing at Severus' collarbone, slowly dragging your lips across his chest and sternum. "Come on darling... stop with the teasing and let me inside of you. I know you want to feel me. My cock crashing into your pussy as-"

You placed your hand over Severus mouth and he looked at you frustrated, "Be a good boy and don't talk out of turn.." you whispered, moving your hand away and pecking Severus' lips.

You sat back up and took off your shirt, you ran your hands along your lace bra that you happened to wear today. Severus' biceps flex as he tries his hardest to break from the scarf to touch you. You placed your hands on his abdomen, "Play nice..." you whispered, rocking back and forth on his clothed erection.

Severus grunted and let his head fall back, "You know what I want lover.." you said, your heat was throbbing, your clit managing to rub up against his belt buckle.

Severus breathed heavily and accepted his fate. "Please... please touch me.. I need to feel you darling... I need my cock inside of you... I- I want.." Severus paused and tried to untangle his arms once more, "What the hell are you? A fucking Boy Scout?"

You threw your head back and laughed continuing to rock your hips, a bit harder, your own body craving more friction. Severus knew what words you were searching for. He let out a moan, "I'm going to get you back for this." He grumbled, "I want you to fuck me~"

There it was. You smirked and picked your hips up, you unbuckled Severus' pants and pulled them down, leaving them at his ankles. His cock was throbbing and he sighed at the alleviation of discomfort from the previous tight confines of his pants.

You stroked him a bit, leaning down to suck on his cock. Severus watched you closely, wanting any type of relief. You licked up his precum, dragging your tongue along his tip. "Please with the teasing darling!"

You raised your brows, "You better think about taking that back sir. You used to tease me for hours on end and then leave me on your desk... This is payback."

Severus' jaw clenched and he nodded, "Touché."

You smirked and gave it to him, you took him into your mouth and held his hips down, bobbing your head up and down and stroking what wasn't in your mouth all while keeping eye contact with him. Severus stared into your eyes until he couldn't, the pleasure taking over him.

He let his head fall back and his mouth hung agape, he struggled to keep his eyes open. Severus loved when you sucked him off, you being so skilled with your tongue and hands. "Oh what a pretty... little thing~" Severus grunted in pleasure.

You pulled off of him and Severus sighed at the loss of contact. You took your bra off and Severus let out a shaky breath. "You're so gorgeous... Merlin..." his words were laced with lust as he gandered at your body. "So perfect..." he breathed.

You smiled and started to stroke his cock quickly, focusing on the sensitive tip. Once Severus had picked up on what you wanted he enjoyed it thoroughly, "You little minx." He growled. You smirked and went faster, throwing Severus off the edge.

He roared as he came all over your tits and stomach. "Fuck (Y/N)!" Severus back arched and you smirked, you crawled back onto his lap and leaned over him, kissing him deeply. Severus smiled and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You fought for dominance and actually won him over by rocking your hips down onto his cock. You didn't know what to do, you'd never won before.

Severus chuckled softly and shook his head, "See little girl? This is why daddy is always in charge.."

"Well sometimes arrogant people..." you grabbed Severus' cock, positioning it below your entrance. "Need to learn their lesson." You slowly sunk down onto his dick and Severus groaned softly, his biceps flexing again, the temptation of taking control overcoming him. Severus bucked his hips into you, slamming against your g-spot. You moaned deeply, your eyes shutting.

"Fuck!" You yelled out as he did it again. "Severus~" you collapsed on his chest and Severus chuckled softly.

"Come on... you know you want to untie me. Feel me. Let me fuck you." His voice was low. Your jaw clenched hearing his words. You sat back up and narrowed your eyes.

"Move your fucking hips one more time without my permission and I swear I'll leave you tied here? Be a good boy." Severus' cock twitched, he was enjoying this, he liked when you took control but he was hiding it, not wanting you to win. You smirked and rolled your hips back and forth, setting a rhythm. "You like it don't you... you dirty little boy..."

Severus just stared, letting out soft pleasured grunts. You wrapped your hand around his throat and because of your other hand resting on his chest you felt his heart speed up. "Use your words baby.." you whispered.

Severus shamefully nodded quickly, "Yes. I enjoy it." He spat.

You giggled and leaned down, kissing him. "No need to be ashamed. I like you under me." Your lips ghosted his as you picked your hips up, slamming them back down on his cock. Severus groaned and arched his back. You kissed at his jaw and neck, marking him for yourself as you kept slamming your hips onto his.

Though it didn't bring you as much pleasure as sex with Severus usually would it will definitely incite him to punish you for your antics. And to be quite honest you couldn't wait.

Your hand drifted up to Severus' wrists and slowly untied him. He was too caught up in the sex you were giving him to realize what you'd done so you stopped bouncing up and down on him.

Severus furrowed his brows and his hand came flying to your face. He stared at it in bewilderment, not predicting you to untie him. You saw a mischievous smirk rise to his face. "That's what I thought." He mumbled before grabbing your hips, rolling over.

You looked up at him, slightly pleading for him to go easy. "Oh you missed your mark for that when you started degrading." Severus grumbled, throwing your legs over his shoulders. You bit your lip and couldn't help but smile.

Severus started to relentlessly pound into you, "N-Naughty girl... tying me up... like that."

You closed your eyes and arched your back, your moan almost a scream. Severus smirked and roughly rubbed your clit, "Y-You like it w-when daddy is in control... d-don't you?"

You nodded and Severus narrowed his eyes, "Use your words... baby." He mocked.

You felt your climax build quickly and you almost were speechless, "YES! YES DADDY!" You screamed, causing Severus to slow down his thrusts, feeling your walls start to clench around his cock.

"Cum on my cock like a good little girl." He bellowed.

You moaned out his name loudly, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets so hard. You came and Severus let your legs fall from his shoulders, still slamming into you. He leaned down and kissed you deeply as he himself reached his climax, his long hair brushing up against your cheeks.

"See? It's only pleasurable when daddy does it." Were the final words he spoke before the both of you finished. He fell to your side and your chest heaved. He entangled the both of your legs and held you tightly in comfortable silence, the both of you listening to each other's breath as you calmed down. Severus kissed you softly on the head as you slowly drifted to sleep.

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Disclaimer:  Blood and Knife

Three years ago today you were stripped of your wings and thrown to Earth. Could you imagine being humiliated in front of all Heaven and Earth? Yes.

Now here you were, a mortal, taking out the garbage. You treaded across your soggy yard when behind you to the right a branch snapped. You froze, the trees that lined your house were ironwood. Producing some of the strongest wood on Earth. Not just any animal could break these branches.

You slowly turned around and saw him. Enoch. The both of you stood, watching each other for a while, you hadn't seen Enoch in decades. "(Y/N)." He called. You placed your trash down on the ground and made a run for it. For whatever reason Enoch was here wasn't good, I mean come on, after you left he was promoted to become The Metatron.

You were fast, jumping over fallen logs and ducking under branches. When you glanced behind you Meta had disappeared so you kept running, a smug smile on your face.

You slammed into something firm, causing you to stumble back onto the ground. You looked ahead and of course Metatron now towered over you, he always liked to be above you. "The big man kick you out too E?"

Metatron looked around your body and face surveying, "No. Because I'm no trickster."

There was no way Meta was ridiculing you for your use of magic when you were in Heaven. You got up and brushed yourself off before running your hands down his chest. "Oh come on... you liked when we'd Rendezvous around upstairs..."

The reason you were kicked from Heaven was because of your 'malicious' use of the powers God had blessed you with. You used to give you and Metatron genitals so the both of you could have sex every night before falling asleep. That was when the both of you were only warriors of God, nothing more.

You and Metatron both started in Heaven at the same time and trained to become some of the best soldiers in Heaven, right next to Amenadiel.

"Stop it, (Y/N)." Metatron grabbed your wrists and held you at arms length.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from the Angel. "What do you want from me?"

The Metatron looked away, almost ashamed of what he was about to say, "God believes I have become too frustrated for my own good, no thanks to you. He wants me to admit... that I uh... I've been watching you for the thirty seven years you've been away.." He clears his throat and you smirk evilly. "He wants you to use your... ability again."

You tilted your head and laughed loudly, grabbing the dark haired man's wrist and pulling him to your chest, "You wanna fuck me..." you whispered into his ear. Meta's spine tingled at your words and you giggled, "You should have just asked..." you started to walk back to your house, going through the thick brush of wood you just ran through.

"So what's it like being one of God's pawns?" You looked at Meta in the corner of your eye.

"We're all pawns of the father. Angel or not. You know that." He answered.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door to your home. "See the difference is... I get to have fun... have the best sex... drink! You get none of that."

Meta cocked a brow and grabbed your hip, slamming you into the oven. "Says the person who hasn't touched a man in thirty seven years." You bit your lip and hooked one arm around Meta's neck, "So he has been watching..." you played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Why wouldn't I?" Meta grabbed your thigh and pushed you up onto the kitchen counter.

You rubbed his cheek and frowned slightly, "I thought I was a lost cause..."

Meta sighed and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "None of God's children are a lost cause."

You rolled your eyes and reached for Meta's belt, "Enough of the Godly stuff. I want this." Meta's eyes darted down and watched as you undid his belt. He licked his lips and you ran your hands down his pants, feeling his bare skin. You tried not to snicker and closed your eyes, focusing. "Why couldn't God do this?"

"Because. You're the expert." Meta mumbled.

You smirked softly when you felt his already hard cock touch your hand. "There he is.. already waiting on me and everything." You bit your lip and stroked him in his pants, earning a couple of grunts from Metatron, "You're bigger than I remember baby.." you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into your lips as you unbuttoned his pants.

Meta pulled you to the end of the counter and ripped your pants down, his cock craving your cunt. You ran your hands through his hair and he ripped your shirt down the middle, marveling at your breasts. "Oh my beauties..." he cupped your breasts in his hands, massaging them, thankfully today you didn't wear a bra.

Your head leaned against the counter and you slipped your hand under your underwear, running your fingers through your folds, teasing yourself. You took Meta's thick cock in your hand and stroked him, bringing him closer, "It was a sin for God to take this from you..." you breathed.

Meta chuckled, you needed him inside of you. "Enoch..." you wined. He nodded and stopped admiring your breasts. He pulled your underwear down and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth, humming around your digits as he cleaned them off.

"So delicious..." he mumbled, replacing your hand on his cock. He led it to your pussy and slowly pushed in, a pleasured groan leaving his parted lips.

You moaned, your walls accommodating his size like they always used to. Usually this is where Meta would make love to you but he picked you up, walking to the nearest wall. "Don't you fucking dare Enoch."

"This is payback little girl.." Meta slammed his hips into you, drawing a long moan from your chest, he rarely ever fucked you senseless but it was your favorite thing.

He stared at your connection as he thrusted in and out of you. Your head dug into the yellow dry wall as Meta's cock drug against your walls. He evened out his thrust, going a good pace for the both of you.

"C-Can I rub m-my clit..?" You asked, knowing how much Meta loved when you asked him for permission like he was in control. Meta hummed in response and you nodded.

You brought your hand up and rubbed soft circles into your clit, closing your eyes tightly. You focused on Meta's grunts and moaned every so often when he pounded into your g-spot.

You were getting close so you were going to be cautious. "You better pull out you bitch..." you muttered, being mortal meant you could take no risks.

Meta laughed and made his thrusts rougher, "Y-You don't want to bare the child of Christ?" He mumbled, actually making you laugh. Meta stopped his thrusts and the both of you just took a moment, caught up in each other's laughter.

You calmed down a bit and kissed Meta softly, he smiled and slammed into you once more, sending you over the edge. He rode out his high himself, cumming inside of you. You took a deep breath and hit his chest, "Bitch." You spat, relaxing in his arms. Meta smiled and kissed your head, "You don't need to worry.."

You heard the crisp sound of metal running against wood and felt something plunge into your stomach. You looked down and saw that Metatron had stabbed you, "Enoch..." you breathed, a thick liquid traveling up your throat.

"Shh my darling.. rest.. for the father forgives you." he whispered, twisting the blade. Everything went black and the next thing you knew your body jolted to life. You were in a bright white room, you were back in Heaven.

Hey hey hey! I have no FUCKING clue where this story went! 😀

I hope it made the least bit of sense!

Let's all welcome Metatron/Enoch to the list!!

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Today was the day that your parents were to meet your boyfriend. You were very nervous and so was he, though of course he didn't show it. You put your earrings in and had just finished curling your hair. "Are you ready Severus?" You looked back to your dark haired man and he took a deep breath.

"Yes ma'am." He muttered, placing his hands on your hips.

"I won't let them embarrass you... I promise.." you kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand, getting ready to apperate.

Severus nodded and you made it to Grimmauld Place, standing in the kitchen. "Oh hell no!" Your father yelled, coming out from the side, holding his signature wine.

"Sirius calm down! Don't be a child!" Remus was nearly running after him, Sirius' long strides being hard to keep up with.

Sirius grabbed Remus' chin turning his gaze onto your guest, the both of you standing there not yet sure if it was safe to move. Severus' had a thumb on your back, slowly moving it back and forth, with the intent to calm nerves.

"Oh hello darling...you're back." Remus gave you a soft smile and then looked at Snape. "Severus, what are you doing here?" He offered a confused look, "I thought (Y/N) was bringing her boyfriend not her p- oh my- ok...um...Severus!" He gave an awkward smile, chuckling nervously. He grabbed Sirius' hand and held it to his chest. "Well..what a surprise...right dear?"

Sirius sucked on his teeth and placed his wine glass down. Slowly prowling over to the both of you. You made eye contact with your father, only being a few inches shorter than him. "Hello father... how many drinks have we had tonight?" You ran your hands under the collar of his suit jacket, smoothing it out.

"Not enough." Sirius answered, staring into the eyes of Severus, who's hand still rested on your hip.

Remus laughed nervously at this and walked over, pulling Sirius back and holding his hand out to Severus to shake. "It's wonderful to see you in good health Severus. You'll have to ignore him, he's bitter, as usual."

Severus took Remus' hand and gave it a firm shake, nodding once, "I know it all too well, Lupin. No need to be nervous, we all know I can handle it."

"Says the coward." Sirius looked back to Moony and you stepped out of the way hugging your dad, Remus, tightly.

"We all know what happened in the summer of 1978. Let's not repeat ourselves Mr. Black, I fear it won't be wise."

You rolled your eyes at the approaching testosterone that filled the room and kissed your dads cheek.

Your dad rubbed your back and stared daggers at Sirius over your shoulder. "Be quiet Sirius."

Sirius went to protest but figured it wasn't wise. He just took a sip of his wine and huffed. "You know I would make them hold hands... but they might crush each other," you joked to your dad as Severus looked around the old house.

"I'm afraid they probably would, my dear. What's that muggle saying? The one about old habits? Ah yes, old habits die hard. These two are a prime example." Remus shook his head disapprovingly but gave you a small smile and a kiss on the head.

"You'd be so hip with all those muggle folk." You joked, nudging your father in the side and giggling.

Remus nudges you back and leaned against the counter, his hands in his pockets. "I think myself pretty... hip."

You laughed loudly and shook your head, Sirius slid in beside you, leaning against the counter on the other side of you. "Whatcha guys laughing at?"

"Your daughter doesn't think I'm hip enough to hang out with the muggle crowds." Remus raised a brow and held in his laughter.

Sirius furrowed his brows, "Oh come on! Me and your dad would sit on the floor and listen to Kiss for hours on end until one of us had to get up and flip the record. Rewinding it and scratching it up with our wands. Kids still listen to records now right?"

Severus chuckled lightly and walked back into the room, standing across from you, "I believe they call them MP3 players now."

"Nothing beats a good scratched up vinyl (Y/N). Remember that one Annie sent back in '76? Barry White I think it was, hmm?" Remus smiles and walks to your father, grabbing his hands.

Sirius chuckles and hums a soft tune, "See that one was scratched for a different reason... wasn't it Moons..?" Sirius smirked and wrapped his arm around your dads waist, swaying to an invisible beat.

Remus rubbed his hand down his face in embarrassment but smiled. "Mm...Mmhmm..."

"Shit record. But we made some beautiful music to drown it out." Sirius mumbled.

Severus was wide eyed and you grabbed his hand, pulling you towards him. "This happens a lot?" He whispered, you giggled and shrugged, "You get used to it."

Remus buries his face in his shoulder and sighs. "You are the absolute worst, do you know that Black?"

"Mmm... and you somehow still love me. Don't you Lupin?"

Severus shrugged and you got up on your tip toes, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Remus sighed again and stood up, kissing his head and smiling awkwardly, only trying to distract him long enough for the kiss to end so there wouldn't be a scene. "Dance with me!" He spoke quickly, being the worst lier in the history of wizards.

"What's your angle darling?" Sirius pushed, filling his wine glass again.

"I don't have an angle, Padfoot dearest, I'd just like to dance is all!" He smiles, too wide, and grabs the glass from his hand, taking a big gulp and cringing.

Sirius furrows his brows and looks to you and Severus who were just watching the two of them. He leaned forward and saw that your lipstick was a bit smeared. He looked to Severus who cleared his throat. "Hmm." He backed away slowly and grabbed Remus' hand. "You're a horrible dancer my love."

Remus laughed again and hugged him, patting his back. "I know dear."

"He kissed her didn't he?" Sirius said, seeming calm. "Their faces came together?"

Remus chuckled softly and nodded. "Their faces came together, yes darling."

"She's impure now. Their faces just made love Remus." Sirius slowly looked back at Severus who looked just as confused as you did. "I'll bite your tongue off."

Remus fought his laughter and turned his head, "Sirius, calm...down...!" He managed to choke out.

"No this isn't funny." Sirius got on the counter and grabbed Severus' collar, "What you do to my daughter I'll do to you in turn. For (Y/N)!" He yelled triumphantly.

Severus' eyes got wide and he grabbed Sirius' arms, pushing them behind him and taking him to the counter. Sirius laid there stunned, "Holy hell when did you learn Karate?"

Remus cleared his throat. "Sirius, my love, I don't believe you can do some of those things to him. I wouldn't like it." Remus looked at you suspiciously and patted Severus on the shoulder. "May I have him back please?"

Severus looked to Remus and then to you, you nodded once and he let Sirius go. Sirius looked to Remus, sadness on his face, "She's only a child..."

Remus tutted softly and hugged him, laying his head on top of his and smiling softly. "She's an adult darling...I know it's hard...but she's a woman nonetheless."

"But he's older than her." Sirius huffed, getting off the counter and going to the dining room. "It isn't fair! He went to school with us! He's our age Moony!"

Remus smiled weakly at the two of you, silently apologizing, and followed his husband. "Pads? How old do you think us to be?"

"Well... I could never date someone as old as my parents. Wrinkles and stuff."

"I assure you that Severus is wrinkle free." You muttered, sitting down at the dining table.

"AHHH! I didn't need to know that!"

Remus chuckled softly and rubbed his back. "Your parents were riper when you were born, we had (Y/N) at a young age dear!"

Sirius sat down and pouted, "Well just- look at him!" You laughed and placed your hand on Severus' thigh, kissing his cheek. "Gladly." You taunted.

Remus sat down and shook his head, smiling lightly. "What? I bet Severus is in better shape than you, chasing all those kids! The only exercise you get is- well." He eyed Sirius and played with his fork.

"Daily chore. There is no way that man is in better shape than me."

"Well I did pull your daughter," Severus said under his breath, taking a bite off your plate. You hit his chest and rolled your eyes.

Remus had picked up his glass and choked on a bit of water, laughing loudly. He knew it was all in good fun...right?

Sirius' jaw clenched, "Right." You shook your head and Severus put his hand on yours, you were squeezing his thigh unintentionally, getting lost in your thoughts. Though it caused him much pain he was as cool as a cucumber, not wanting to cause you any embarrassment. You slowly took your hand away.

After clearing his throat, Remus smiled at you. "I, for one, am very pleased with your decision, sweetie. You've chosen a fine gentleman to bring home." He nodded softly at Severus and looked at Sirius.

"Fine gentleman. No you see... Someone more her age like Bill Weasley... is a fine gentleman..."

You shook your head, "Then Severus is a gentleman who ages like fine wine. The only fine thing I want in my life."

Remus pushed his glass to you absentmindedly and nodded, "Fine analogy."

You smiled and clinked glasses with your father, "A toast to fine wine."

"Mm. Apparently your father prefers a newer vintage. Might trade me in one of these days." He sips his wine and focuses more on his plate than on his husband.

Sirius didn't say anything and Severus furrowed his brows, "But the two of you have together for decades. I should know, Merlin knows I accidentally witnessed most of those first actions." Severus picked off you plate again before just switching them. You rolled your eyes and started to eat the pasta that was in his place.

Remus looked at Snape for a moment and smiled. "Just a bit of a joke mate...you should know by now I'm the only one that can handle his moods. Isn't that right love?" He looked to Sirius and half-smiled.

"Shut up." Sirius mumbled over his glass, he was now silently sulking.

You tilted your head, "What do you mean you witnessed some of those first actions?"

Severus cleared his throat and raised his brow at Remus, almost asking a silent permission for some story times.

Remus sighed loud and long, waving a hand and nodding at him before slouching and rubbing his temples.

"When I was just a lad your parents were in the same house of a good friend of mine, Lilly Evans-"

"Potter. Lilly Potter." Sirius chimed in.

Severus nodded, "Lilly Potter. There were these times Lilly would take me to the Gryffindor common room, sitting in the corner... we would... silently study and wish for this group of... four boys to magically... disappear. Anyway... I watched as two boys turned into two teens who were innocently flirting and poking at each other, your father, Sirius, being the more... bold... even saw one of their first kisses in that common room."

"Spin the bottle." Sirius and Severus said at the same time.

"Well thank you Severus for sticking to an appropriate story. My dignity appreciates it a great deal."

Severus nodded softly and you sighed, "You saw more didn't you?"

"A lot more." Severus mumbled, causing you to laugh loudly.

Remus chuckled too, shaking his head. "For too boys who didn't want to be caught together, we really weren't careful at all."

"I just feel bad for the plants at the bottom of the Womping Willow." Severus took a sip of the fire whiskey on the table.

Remus smiled softly at his plate. "As do I."

Sirius got up and walked out of the room not before kissing Remus, "I'm going to bed, had a whole bottle."

Remus sighed softly and nodded, "I'll be up soon."

"Oh I know you will." Sirius smiled and squeezed his arm, walking up the stairs.

You stood and Severus came with you, "What a.. delightful... night this has been." He held his hand out to Remus.

Remus shook it firmly and hugged you. "Don't sugarcoat it Severus, it was a nightmare. I shall deal with it when the child is *sober*" He chuckled, referring to the drunk man upstairs. "I did quite enjoy the night, myself. It was lovely seeing you again."

"I could say the same. Don't fret about reprimanding him, nothing I can't handle. Plus I do that enough to his daughter." Severus said boldly, ushering you out of the room. You hit Severus chest and he chuckled, kissing your head.

Remus half-laughed, not too keen on the jokes either. "Well...goodnight you two. I love you dear."

"I love you too dad." You smiled and kissed your dads cheek before going back to Spinners End, where you could finally breathe.

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"Cut! Everyone take five." You looked to the director who was storming out of the room. Frowning, you covered up your exposed breasts, you were close to giving up.

Your costar and boyfriend on the show flopped on the makeshift bed beside you, staring at the ceiling. The two of you were doing a sex scene. "What am I doing wrong Alex?" You huffed.

Alex bit his lip, it was a habit of his, he didn't want to tell you something. "You're... you're not responding correctly. Joe wants big reactions, tit grabbing, whatever." You could hear the distaste in Alex's voice. "It's completely unprofessional. Why'd they keep our characters together again?" Alex sat up and looked at you with furrowed brows.

You sighed and reached for the water on the bedside table. "They don't really care we broke up."

Alex scoffed and got out of the bed, picking his jumpsuit off the ground.

"You're married. I'm sure your wife doesn't like watching this bullshit." You grumbled.

Alex chuckled softly and grabbed the water from you, finishing off the glass. "Bold of you to assume she watches my work." You could see the small vessel in Alex's temple rise to the surface.

You got up and ran your hands down his arms, "What else does she not do?"

Alex grabbed your wrist, locking your arms behind his body. "You're still thinking about the things we do?" he said in that deep baritone voice that you loved so much.

You looked down ashamed, "I always think about the things you do. But I've learned to control them... because you have found someone else..." You choked out as emotionless as possible.

Alex walked up to you and got in your ear, "I need someone."

You swallowed all the built up saliva in your mouth. "I'm tired of having to care about someone else's needs, I need mine satisfied, and it seems as if you are the only one that holds that power." He whispered. You clenched your jaw, Alex ran his hands down your arms. "Please (Y/N)," Alex said, his hot breath still on your neck.

If you would've been in control of your muscles, you were sure that your legs would buckle. But then again, there was Alex holding you up, supporting you. "Yes." Was all you could say, still looking at the ground.

Alex planted a little kiss on your neck, "Yes what?"

You took a few deep breaths, "I want to make you cum.... I want to fulfill your needs, I want you."

Alex's leg twitched, "When was the last time you were pleasured?" You knew the exact answer, but you didn't want to answer. Alex saw this and ground his hips into your ass, making his erection known to you. "Gah.... ummm," You tried to collect your thoughts, "Three months!"

Alex cocked his head to the side and walked in front of you. "Three months... that's a very long time..." it was also the time that Alex and Julia had been married.

Your eyes fell on Alex's pants, you stared at the outline of Alex's cock in his pants. "I- I...." You sighed knowing you were past the point of no return. "It... felt wrong."

Alex smirked, "What felt wrong?" You groaned and your head rolled back, "I didn't want to call out your name, I didn't want to envision you while I came. I didn't want you thinking of me!"

Alex stood directly in front of you, his fingers brushed over your clothed nipples. "I always think of you (Y/N), always have," he slipped his hand under your nude colored panties, running his fingers along your folds. "Always will."

You groaned again, "Fuck Alex~"

Alex chuckled, "You will." Alex let go of you, you watched as Alex removed his shirt. You didn't realize how much you missed his muscles until just now. "How do I always forget..."

"Forget what?"

Alex smirked and walked over to you, backing you up to the mock control panel on the set. "I always seem to forget that I owned you. Every scar, every freckle, and beauty mark. They all still belong to me, don't they?" Alex hoisted you up on the panel, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Yes..." you breathed.

Alex pushed his erection in between your legs. "Did you miss the way I felt filling you up?" You squirmed and nodded, "Have you fingered yourself since?" Alex rolled his hip when he didn't get an answer. "If you want this cock, you are going to have to answer my questions."

You tightened your legs around Alex, brining him closer. "Yes!"

Alex nodded, "When?"

"Alexander please..."

Alex shook his head, "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. I don't think you understand me... now answer me, pet." Alex growled, making you shiver.

"After every time I came home after filming...! I couldn't go to sleep if I didn't!"

Alex raised his brow, "How long ago?"

You sighed, "Last night..."

Alex traced his fingers down your waist, to your heat. "Then you should be good and ready for me, correct?"

Your eyes gleamed with mischief, "Always..."

Alex smirked and grabbed your waist band, ripping you panties down, he ran his hands along your body, "Damn I missed your pussy...." he whispered.

You held your head up, "What was that?"

Alex looked up at you, "Nothing... don't worry about it."

You sighed, "Please just fuck me senseless into this control panel."

Alex chuckled, "Fine, but only because you asked nicely..." Alex unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground.

"Commando?"

Alex once again bit his lip, "I knew you'd come around one day... I needed easy access." Alex teased your entrance, dipping his tip in and pulling it out.

You whimpered and bucked your hips, "Please Alexander."

"No. This is what you get for thinking you can live without my cock... You deserve this." You took a deep breath and grabbed Alex' hand, you rubbed it, trying to feel Alex's skin somehow. Alex finally pushed himself fully into you and you both let out a long moan.

"Oh fuck... I think you lied to me~"

You grabbed onto the control panel, "I haven't touched myself in three months... I wanted to wait for your cock..." You moan, "I lied because I didn't want a prep. I wanted it raw~" you bucked your hips as Alex set his pace.

"Naughty girl... lying to me. I would punish you but I don't have any of my toys."

You whimpered slightly and felt the buttons of the control panel dig into your back. Your head fell back and you tightened your grip.

Alex scoffed and roughly thrusted into you. "I don't think you deserve to cum... lying to me~ it isn't like the trained little girl I remember. S-such bad Etiquette"

You grabbed onto Alex's bicep "Please Daddy... please let me cum. You won't regret it! I'll clean myself up~!" You threw your head back and moaned as Alex hit your g-spot. Alex smirked and hit it again. "Alexander~" You yelled, not caring who heard.

Alex chuckled and came inside of you, he didn't give you a warning, you apparently didn't deserve one. You whimpered and rubbed circles into your clit, trying to reach your orgasm. Alex pulled your fingers from your clit.

"No baby... please let me finish... please I'll do anything." You pleaded.

Alex shook his head and tucked himself back in his pants. "No more lies." Alex took off his wedding ring and walked down the ramp, leaving you alone and horny.

I have no clue what happened here but hey! It's something 😃

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Your parents had dragged you to this terrible party, you just wanted to go home. Being adopted by two of the most crazy Death Eaters in the room was very stressful. Your father walked behind the chair in which you sat and placed a hand on your back. "Sit up. Let's not throw dirt on our last name. Hmm?"

You rolled your eyes and looked back at Rodolphus Lestrange, your father, "Suck it old man." You hissed, getting up and going to an upstairs bathroom.

You sat on the end of the tub, spacing out about what you'd rather be doing. You were only seventeen, longing for the touch of your boyfriend, he'd put you on a restriction from anything sexual. You'd apparently had gained a trash mouth and he didn't like it.

You heard a knock at the door and assumed it was your father or mother. "Go away. I'm wallowing." You mumbled, fixing your dress.

"I'd advise you to let us in little girl." Your heart did a flip-flop, it was Severus, to you he was nothing but a friend, a friend in which you shared many benefits with.

You picked your head up, cocking an eyebrow, "Us?" You got up, being curious.

"Us." Lucius Malfoy seethed, your breath got caught in your throat, your relationship with him was the same as you and Severus'.

You slowly walked to the door and turned the knob. The door swung open and Severus raised a curious eyebrow at you, Lucius just smirked. "Now... when were you going to tell us that you had been sleeping with another man?" Severus stepped into the bathroom and Lucius glanced down at his feet, also stepping forward.

"I-I didn't know I had to." You said, stepping back.

Lucius pushed in front of Severus and looked you in the eyes with his cold blue ones, "I think she likes torturing men Severus. What shall we do with her?" He used the top of his cane to tilt your chin up, looking all over your exposed neck, his eyes slowly landing on your cleavage.

"I think you know Mr. Malfoy." Severus slowly closed the bathroom door and ducked under Lucius' arm, getting closer to you. He softly kissed your temple before getting behind you. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?" He whispered, his lips brushing up against your ear. You nodded softly and Severus smirked.

Lucius cocked an eyebrow, seeming a bit jealous. He took off his coat and rolled his sleeves up. He ran his hand along your chest and wrapped it around your neck before kissing you hungrily.

Severus was placing soft kisses down your back as he slowly unzipped your dress, being a lot slower and more sensual than Lucius.

Lucius put his hands on your shoulders and started to slightly push you down. What an ass. You let out a soft whimper into the kiss, drawing Severus' attention. He pushed on Lucius' shoulder, "Be careful. She's delicate."

Lucius gave Severus a sour face and looked at you, your lips were a deep red from the rough kissing, "Delicate my ass. You should see the stuff she can get herself into."

Severus scoffed, "She's never done this before. Don't be pompous. Let her go at her own pace."

Lucius cocked his brow and you leaned back into Severus, feeling safe with him. Lucius rolled his eyes, "Fine." He spat, going back to the kiss, being softer.

Severus pushed your dress off your shoulders and it fell to the ground, pooling around your feet. You stepped out of it and Severus kissed your shoulder, his fingers slipped under your panties and his big fingers ran through your folds before teasing your entrance. You moaned into Lucius' mouth and your hand went behind you to Severus' clothed erection, palming him.

Severus let out a soft sigh and used his free hand to push yours onto him. "Good girl..." he breathed, slipping two fingers into you.

Lucius had broken the kiss, watching as Severus pleased you, you could tell this wasn't the first time they'd done something like this. Lucius drew his cock from his pants and started to stroke himself. Severus fingered you slowly, his main goal to stretch you out.

You saw the precum beading on Lucius' tip and you reached for his cock, letting out a moan and resting your head on Severus' shoulder. Lucius grabbed your hand from Severus' pants and placed it on his cock. You stroked him quickly and Lucius rubbed your face.

Severus rolled his eyes and reached around, rubbing soft circles into your clit, causing you to squeeze Lucius' cock, earning a roar from him. He quickly dragged his long fingers across your face, drawing a pained moan from you.

Severus grunted softly, never liking hitting you. "S-Severus... I'm close.." you whispered, he hummed softly and kissed at your jaw.

"Cum for me, darling." Severus whispered.

Lucius grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. "I don't think she deserves it Severus."

"Says the man who hasn't touched her... for her pleasure. You really only care for yourself, don't you Malfoy?" Severus brought you closer to him and marked your neck, sending you over the edge. You moaned into your hand, trying to mute it.

"I don't want to overwhelm her. Why not I take the front?"

"You'll give her lockjaw if you get the front. You don't know how to treat a woman." Severus kissed your head and Lucius scoffed, tucking himself away and storming from the room. Severus sighed and you picked your dress up from the ground. "I'm sorry about that love... I really thought he could handle himself."

You shook your head and softly kissed him, "He's an ass... I handle him myself." You patted Severus shoulder and zipped up your dress. "Thank you Severus for caring."

He nodded once, "Of course darling." He kissed you once more, "No more trash mouthing and I'll give you my cock tomorrow night. Understand?"

You smiled softly and nodded, "Yes sir."

Severus left the sex smelling bathroom and you sat back down on the lip of the tub, his kindness was refreshing opposed to how harsh Lucius was.

Wrote this because I didn't really like my other one!

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Disclaimer: Everything mentioned in this story that is Biblical isn't to offend or persuade. It is solely for the entertainment of my readers! Thank you -L.

You laid in your bed, bored as always, not motivated to do a single thing. Just as you were about to close your eyes your door swung open, "What is it Salazar?" You sat up and looked at your brother.

He smiled evilly, "Father requests you in the throne room. Says he has a visitor."

You sighed and snapped your fingers, changing your clothes into the royal uniform. You marched to the throne room, thinking about why your father requested you. It had been a while since you had to fit into your tight leather outfit. There were extra straps that were decoration of course, because what was leather without straps.

You opened the door to the throne room and you stared at the bright white Angel wings in front of you. You froze and your father smiled, standing,
"(Y/N)!" His British accent rung out.

The Angel turned and faced you, you felt your legs clinch as you stared into his eyes. Your father walked to you and guided you to the side of his chair. "This is Metatron. The voice of the big man."

You nodded softly and bowed your head. Your father smacked you and you stepped away sheepishly. Metatron rolled his eyes, "I don't see the need for a middleman Lucifer. You're mocking me."

Your father laughed and sat on his throne, "I know Brother! That's the best part!"

Metatron sneered, "I am not your brother. God made me into an Angel. He created you. Just as you've created..." Metatron looked to you, "That."

You scoffed, you'd only heard of the Angels, never seen one. "I didn't know an Angel could be so rude. Love thy neighbor and all." You snapped back.

Your father laughed and patted your shoulder, "What is it you want Metatron?"

Metatron's jaw clenched, "God wants the children in Heaven. He wants them to find their way and try their hand with the Angels."

You furrowed your brows and said the first thing that came to your mind, "I'd like to keep my genitals please. Especially because of my job?" You were one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lust to be exact. You loved your job, it was eventful and beautiful.

Your father almost fell over laughing, "Meta you don't have the balls to take my kids to Heaven- OH WAIT! YOU ACTUALLY DON'T!" He cackled.

You shook your head, the only reason your father was making fun of him was because he was a fallen Angel he got everything back that God had stripped him of. Including his genitalia.

Meta rolled his eyes, "You have to obey the father Lucifer. You know that."

Your father looked up at Metatron and sighed, "When are you taking them?"

"Father!" You yelled in surprise.

"Now." Metatron looked at you and you backed up from the Angel. "I don't wa-"

The giant bird man snapped his fingers and you were suddenly in a hallway, the walls were a dark red, the carpet a white granite with flakes of gold. You and Metatron where the only ones in the room.

"Where is my brother?" You asked him, walking over to him, getting ready to tear his wings off, you didn't want to be in Heaven. It was literally your hell hole!

Metatron shrugged, "God only asked for the girl. No boy. Must be too far gone." He pointed to a door, "Your room." He pointed across the hall, "My room. If you need anything... just tell me."

You didn't have anything, not a single second to pack. You closed your eyes and walked into the room. You were almost afraid to look. You opened your eyes, it looked exactly like your room in hell, even the racy color-scheme.

Red was the color of sex and you loved both so much. You gasped softly and quickly stripped down nude. You walked to your full length mirror, everything was in order.

Your door opened and before you could jump under the covers Metatron stared at you. His breath was heavy. "My God..." he whispered. Metatron slowly walked to you and placed his hand on your hip, "I- uh... you don't mind... do you? I haven't touched in a long time.." he whispered, looking a bit embarrassed. This was strange, the man's entire demented changed outside of hell, he seemed a lot bolder, it was kinda sexy.

You shook your head softly and smiled, "I thought using God's name in vein was a sin." You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Metatron cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair, "H-How are you so... amazing looking..."

You laughed and rubbed his cheek, "Oh honey... sex is big in Hell... it's the best part of my life... being lust makes it my life..." you leaned into his ear, "I'm a bit addicted."

Metatron gulped softly, "Right..." he let you go and stepped back, away from you. "I have some business to attend to." And with a poof he was gone. You smiled and walked to your iPod, blasting music around the room.

You danced to the blaring music for a confidence boost, you truly needed it. A couple songs later and Metatron was back, he didn't look any different but something about him wasn't the same. Maybe it was the way he held himself.

"You aren't going to cover up?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You shrugged and walked over to your speaker deck, "You've already seen me naked. I don't see the point."

Meta nodded, liking the way you thought. You looked at him once more and you figured it out, "So Mr. Tron... God finally gave you a dick?" You asked bluntly.

The Angel looked flustered, he cleared his throat and didn't say a word. You chuckled and walked over to him, "You came to the right room if a good fucking is what you're looking for." Metatron didn't move a muscle.

You ran your fingertips up your bare body and bit your lip, "Oh don't you just wanna reach out and touch?" You cupped your breasts in your hands and Meta took a step towards you, forcing his hands into his pockets.

"You know... I've broken some of the most relentless men... I'm sure you won't be that much of a chore." You smirked, your red lipstick popping out.

Meta watched you carefully, "And what happens if I'm not persistent that I shall not lay a hand on you? What if I want to." Metatron stepped forward and placed a hand on the curve of your torso.

You bit your lip and leaned to his ear, "Than we've both won the game."

Meta smirked and backed you up to your bed. You sat down, your breasts bouncing slightly as you got onto the bed. He leaned down to kiss you but you placed a finger over his lips, shaking your head.

Meta raised his brow for a second before shrugging and laying you back. He took off his suit jacket and ran a hand down your body, his fingers stopping right where your hip bones are. You whimpered softly and buckled your hips, wanting him to touch you.

Meta placed a finger over your lips and shook his head. What a bitch. "Oh please... just take your pants off and fuck me into oblivion. I know you want to do it. I can smell the fucking lust on you. I am lust you prick!"

Metatron laughed and shook his head, he leaned down, putting his elbows on either side of your head, "What fun is sex if you don't tease." This angle was a mistake and it was very unfortunate.

"You know what. You're right." You grabbed Meta's arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. You distracted him with a kiss and pulled him down, rolling the both of you over. You pinned his arms over his head and he grunted, bucking his hips trying to break free. Men were so weak when they were horny.

You rocked your hips back and forth, biting your lip as the rough dress pants dragged across your heat. Meta was breathing heavily, bucking his hips for a different reason now. You felt the outline of Meta's cock and you had never wanted something more, the feeling of it throbbing, wanting to burst free of its confines was driving you mad.

You sat up on your knees and pulled down his pants, and just as you felt he was throbbing, waiting for the slightest touch. Meta let out an exasperated sigh as his pants fell from his knees, "Please darling..." he begged.

You smirked and slowly sank down onto his cock, it immediately stretching your walls, you even had to let one of his hands go to stable yourself on his abdomen. His free hand flew to your hip as he held it in place, roughly bucking his hips up.

You moaned loudly and closed your eyes. Meta used this opportunity to roll the both of you back over, "If you wanna fuck. I'm going to be the one doing the fucking. Do you understand me?" You nodded frantically and gulped, "Now you're going to open those pretty little eyes of yours... and watch me as I break your bed."

Heat spread through your entire body as your stomach exploded with butterflies. You opened your eyes and stared up at Metatron, his dark eyes were full of lust and intent. He spread your legs out further and wrapped them around his waist, raising a brow at you before starting.

You nodded and Meta drew his hips back, barley even leaving his tip in you. He slammed into you and was going pretty slow, only to make your orgasm that much more powerful.

This sex was definitely different from what you had, his cock dragging against your walls felt so much more pleasurable as he nailed your g-spot with unforgivable thrusts. For an Angel he sure did have better sex than any demon you'd come across.

You were moaning louder than you thought was possible, maybe even borderline screaming for Meta. You reached down and rubbed your clit, matching his thrusts. You were sure you looked like a mess but it was really reflecting on how you were feeling on the inside, completely animalistic.

You arched your back and your mouth fell open "Metatron!" You called out, your hands grabbing the blankets, your eyes disappearing into the back of your head as he slammed into you.

"What a good little cunt..." he mumbled, leaning down and kissing at your breasts. You whimpered softly and rubbed your clit faster, wanting so badly to orgasm.

Meta felt your walks clenching around him and observed your body language. "Oh you want to cum don't you?" He whispered, smirking.

You nodded, "Y-Yes sir!" You cried.

Meta smiled, "Give it to me beautiful." He growled.

You hummed and your legs shook violently as you orgasmed, the sensation pouring through your entire body. "Oh fuck!" You screamed. Metatron came deep within you and called out your name as he did so. Once he was finished he collapsed onto your chest, lazily kissing your breasts.

"Does this mean I now get to say I've even made Lust cum?" Meta mumbled, rubbing your side.

You giggled and nodded, "I guess so... and I get to say I finally saw the demon within an Angel..." you smirked and Meta chuckled. It was strange how two opposites like you and Metatron could come together and do something so beautiful, so rich, so amazing. You already wanted to do it again, your loins on fire.

For someone who you believed was snobby and stuck up, living in the pearly gate paradise, Meta seemed considerate and you couldn't wait to explore more of him, mentally and physically. He was a perfect brick of man, sculpted by the gods himself.

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Severus sat on your bed, staring into oblivion. He felt empty on the inside, he felt paralyzed. This was all his fault. He didn't do enough, he wasn't good enough. In his hand he held a letter, something you'd written him.

"Dear Severus,
Don't worry, it's almost over. I know you worry for me but what leaves you so on edge is beyond me. I promise this mission is just that, another mission. I'll come back, I'll lie in your arms, and pepper kisses all over your face. We may have left on a bad note but that doesn't mean I love you any less, darling.

There is no need to fear, tomorrow is another day, another day we shall both breathe oxygen and stare at the same moon, whispering to it in the late night, yearning for us to be close. I know you'll be counting the days until my return and I shall be counting the seconds until I can kiss you again. Now stay strong for me, wait by the door for my return if you need to. I love you so much, (Y/N)."

Severus had read the letter so much most of the words were worn off the parchment but he knew it by heart. He stood and his legs felt like jelly, he'd never thought this day would come. He looked to the door and expected you to burst through, smiling, practically bouncing with excitement.

He almost felt sick in this room, feeling so worthless. He folded up the letter and tucked it away in his pocket. He ran his hands along the books that lined your bedroom, each spine being worn and tattered from being read millions of times.

Severus rested his head against the bookshelf and a flashback to your last conversation hit him like a truck.

"Do you believe your love for Lilly has left you blind? You've let me into your beautiful and charismatic mind. But her walls are the only you won't let me behind. With her half of your memories and I only a quarter how can I be sure that I'm bolder.

Do you know how it hurts to watch you love her through the times? It is only our love that you can bind. I'm so twisted I'm speaking in bloody rhymes! Is it my destiny to be the one left behind?!

My brothers, my mother, my father, my best friend they've all left me into tomorrow's end. I thought you'd be different I thought you'd stay but it seems Lilly is the only one to keep you at bay. I'm the one who is lost! I'm the stray! I'm the one everyone casts away!" You stood and tears streamed down your face as you looked at the man with dark eyes. The man you loved, the man who was slipping through your fingers.

He didn't say anything and you nodded, "Fine then. Goodbye Severus." You walked away from him, leaving him to his thoughts,  indefinitely .

Severus gripped the shelf and sighed, this was his fault. If he would have just mustered up the courage to tell you he loved you more than Lilly than all of this would have gone away, you'd be in his arms, you'd be on earth. He never knew that his stone heart could break in two, until the moment you fell from his arms that is.

He wasn't sure how he was meant to go on. He walked to the table that the both of you used to sit at and eat dinner, having food fights, playing intense battles of chess, and card games that would go on until the sun came up. He sat down in his usual spot, looking down at a photo album Minerva had made for the both of you after you got married.

"Loving is easy when you love your bestfriend." You had scribbled into the book right beside your wedding photo. Life was so much easier when he had his bestfriend. Severus took a deep breath and wiped his eyes, he stood and closed the book, "Our Adventure." The front read.

Severus put his hand over it and frowned, "Adventure's done (Y/N)..." he whispered, picking the book up and sliding it onto a bookshelf where it would be lost forever. There was no more pictures to fill the book, there wasn't a world to take on without you.

Severus walked to the small bathroom and looked around at all your trinkets that decorated it, that you had forced him to put there. He sighed softly and walked to the bed, laying down, your scent hung heavily in the air. He could still hear your voice, "I love you Severus Snape..." you'd whisper into his ear with a kiss each night.

He looked down to the black ring that was wrapped around his finger, the one you picked out for him, he knew he'd never touch it, never take it off, it was going to be apart of him.

"I do." You said confidently at the wedding, he had never felt so much relief in his entire life than when you said those two simple words.

He knew he'd never be able to get rid of you, and he was perfectly ok with that. He never wanted to forget you, he wanted you to live on within him. He would curse anyone who did try to forget your outgoing and bubbly personality. He'd remembered how you'd changed so much from the moment he met you when you were just preteens.

He married the weird bookworm who always sat in the corner of the library, silent and alone. He felt so honored to watch someone as beautiful as you blossom.

Severus finally closed his eyes and heard something, something that made him feel so relaxed, so not himself. "Don't worry... it's almost over..." you whispered into his ear. Severus' entire body relaxed, his muscles letting go, his soul letting go.

And just like that, he was reunited with you. Embracing you in a hug in which he'd never let go.

Severus Snape
1960-1997
Died Of A Broken Heart

Hey hey hey! Wanted to write this for all my singles who needed a good cry today! I hope I achieved my goal! :D Wanted to be in my feels, worked for me! Love ya!

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I know what the beginning of this looks like but just hang in there and we'll get to the good part! ;)

It was a new day at Hogwarts, and the winter break had just ended. This year was hard for you considering that next year you'd have to leave this elegant castle and all your friends behind to move in with your older boyfriend, Lucius Malfoy. 

No one knew of your relationship, but even the thought of him excited your loins. You walked into your last class of the day, potions. Professor Snape had always been your favorite professor and was the person who introduced you to Lucius. You had a lot of respect for the man and your relationship had been pretty strong. Up until recently, that was.

Severus stopped offering you private lessons and you no longer ate lunch in his classroom, though it hurt you Lucius thought it was for the best, the last thing you needed was an old man praying on you. You thought it was quite hypocritical for Lucius to say that but you never dared to argue with the man.

You sat at your desk and opened your textbook. Everyone was silent once they read what was on the chalkboard for today, page 385, Amortentia. You knew why everyone was silent, they were completely shocked, as were you. 

Severus emerged from his office and walked to his podium, he looked normal, unfazed as always. Your hand shot up and he raised his brow at you, "Yes Miss. (Y/L/N)?" 

"I'm sorry to ask sir but why are we brewing Amortentia?" You tilted your head a bit and Severus looked to his board. 

"It's a part of your standards." He said nothing else on the matter and looked like he wasn't telling the entire truth. "Turn your books to page 385 and get started." He commanded, fixing his sleeves and grabbing some tests from his younger students. 

You sighed softly and got to work. It wasn't long before people started to finish and smell their potions. Some girls in your class were giggling and whispering to each other about who they smelled. It took you a while to finish your potion, not being too good at the lighter ones like this one, dark arts was your specialty. 

You finally finished and took a deep breath, a bit nervous about what you were going to smell. You took the lid off your cauldron and took a deep breath. Your face went a deep red, that didn't smell like expensive cologne, bourbon, and copper. No, this couldn't be, you smelt leather, old books, and fire.

You slowly looked up at Severus who was looking at you with a cocked brow. What a dick, he knew what I'd smell. You thought to yourself. A small smirk pulled at the corner of Severus' lip and he looked away.

You shook your head and pulled out a piece of parchment, writing Lucius about what had taken place today. You folded it up and went to a near balcony, summoning your owl. She came quickly and took the letter. You turned around, satisfied, but the smile your face held faded as you ran into what felt like a refrigerator. 

You slowly looked up and found the dark-haired potions teacher staring down at you, his brow once again cocked. "I don't remember dismissing you from my class (Y/N)." That was the first time Severus called you by your first name in over a month. Oddly enough it was a lot more attractive now than it would have been then. 

"Professor... I'm sorry for leaving but I had to send an urgent letter." You held your head high.

"I see... and I'm sure Mr. Malfoy will come barging in any moment now to save you from the scary monster you wrote about. Because he cares so much about you... yes?" 

You looked away and cleared your throat, "I just thought that the stunt you pulled in class today was very inappropriate." 

Severus chuckled, "Not everything will be about you (Y/N)." The deep growl... his warm breath on your face as he talked... and the way he was talking down to you, you were wet. 

You stared into his eyes, keeping his gaze. Severus chuckled softly to himself and took a step forward, backing you up to the railing of the balcony. You gulped softly and he leaned down to your face. "Tell me darling... do you want me?" He whispered.

You nodded softly and it was really your body doing these things for you, you were acting before you were thinking and Merlin you loved it. Your face was burning and your hands grabbed Severus' face, pulling him down for a kiss, which he immediately returned.

You hummed into his mouth and hopped up onto the balcony railing. Severus took a step towards you and didn't hesitate to slide his hands under your (H/C) skirt. His warm hands against your cold thighs were amazing, you could already tell this man would be just the right amount of care. 

Severus kissed down your jaw and you reached for his fly. You unzipped it and smirked a bit, moaning softly as he sucked on your skin. You pushed your hand against his clothed cock that was hard in his pants. He groaned softly against your skin and squeezed your thigh, drawing another moan from you. 

You couldn't wait much longer and reached into his underwear, gasping softly as Severus retaliated, slipping his fingers under your panties. 

You could feel his smile against your skin, you were dripping for this man. To take his mind off your wetness you pulled his cock out of his underwear and pumped him. He stopped kissing at your neck to look down at your hand and watch you pleasure him.

His breath was rugged and his cock was twitching in your hand, aching to be inside you. You spread your legs a bit more as Severus inserted a finger into your entrance. Your head fell back and you stopped pumping him, which he didn't seem to like too much.

He slipped another finger into you and rubbed your clit in between his thumb and forefinger. You gripped onto his tunic as you laid back a bit, bucking your hips, you wanted more, you needed more. "Severus..." you breathed. 

He smiled a bit, hearing his name come from your lips. "Yes?" 

You whimpered a bit as he got a bit rougher rubbing your clit. "I-I need you inside me." 

Severus nodded and stepped towards you, pulling your underwear off and throwing it to the side. He ran his cock through your folds and you tightened your grip on his clothes. He teased your entrance, only inserting his tip and then pulling it out. "All those years of smelling my Amortentia and not knowing who it smelled like... all those years of being clueless... and then this girl steps into my classroom asking for... private lessons." 

Your eyes closed tightly as he eased into you, this felt like nothing before, your body ignited as he took control of it. "Fuck.." you whispered.

"We get close.. and I brew my Amortentia once more... and it smells like her. Like you (Y/N)." Severus bottomed out in you, filling you perfectly, unlike Lucius. "Oh, how I've waited for this moment."

You bucked your hips again, "Please Severus..." you whispered. He hummed in response and thrust in and out of you slowly. He was making love to you. Lucius had never made love to you and it was complete bliss. You and Severus were so in sync as he pleasured you. 

Every time you'd buck your hips he'd thrust into you roughly, you both moaned at the same times and though the act you were committing was so dirty you'd never liked something so much. 

"Professor..." you moaned, rubbing your clit. 

Severus looked away from your connection and immediately met your eyes, making sure he wasn't going too rough or doing anything wrong. 

"I'm close.." you whispered, a bit of shame behind your voice. You'd usually lasted longer than this, but now you had an excuse, now you weren't faking your orgasm, no, this was all real.

Severus nodded and kissed you as he replaced your hand on your clit with his own. He picked you up and took you to a wall, pounding into you. You pushed your head up against the wall, and your body started to shake as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly into the kiss and Severus held you there as he came.

You breathed heavily as you came down from your high, wrapping your arms around his neck. Severus pulled out of you and cleaned you up with a simple spell. He held you to his chest and kissed your head softly. You smiled and hummed. This was amazing and you couldn't wait to do it again. "I won't tell Lucius..." he whispered into your ear.

You chuckled, "Fuck Lucius."

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It was a quiet day in your quarters, the fire was burning bright, warming up the normally cold room. You were peacefully reading your book when the front door to your chambers opened. You smiled mischievously and slipped into your bathroom, your husband was home. 

You thought for a moment and blushed a bit when you realized what page you left your book on. It was a very spicy scene where the main character was riding her enemy's thigh, chasing her climax desperately. 

There was a soft knock at the door that pulled you out of your thought, "Mrs. Snape..." Severus mused, rattling the doorknob. 

You bit your lip, "Yes sir?" You asked, leaning against the door. 

Severus hummed, "You mind stepping out here? I'd like to talk to you about something." 

You nodded, though he couldn't see you. You unlocked the door and stepped out. Severus loomed over you, his eyebrow raised. He was holding your book in his hand. "Oh (Y/N)... you didn't tell me this book was like that..." you swiped for the book but he chuckled and shook his head, "Ah ah ah..." he got close to your face and started to read the book. 

"Severus please.." you said, taking another swipe for it.

Severus shook his head and grabbed your hands with his free one. He held them in a perfect way where you couldn't break free. "Be a good girl now." He hummed, "Aphrodite rocked back and forth on Azrel's thigh as he guided her hips roughly enough to make her climax." Severus read, he raised his brows and chuckled softly. "Oh how pitiful... if only you had a husband that could transport you to a place a child's literature can't." He took a step towards you.

You stepped back in response and the back of your knees hit the back of the bed. "Well... you've been gone all day... I had to alleviate my need somehow." 

Severus' face twitched and he pushed you back onto the bed, letting your wrists go. He threw the book to the side, "Your needs Huh? I'll show you what you need." 

You giggled a bit and took your shirt off, Severus immediately ran his hand up your stomach, his fingers brushing against your clothed nipple. You hummed and arched your back a bit, "Oh don't tease." You whispered.

Severus let out a low chuckle and took his pants off, "I can tease you as much as I want darling. I own you." He kissed at your jaw and you closed your eyes, running your fingers through his long hair. 

Severus grunted softly and gave you a few hickeys, you reached for his underwear and he grabbed your hand, "Oh no darling. If you want to read book porn about thigh riding... you're going to have to find out what it feels like." He got up and you gulped softly. 

Severus smirked and beckoned for you, walking towards his chair. You nodded and bit your lip, following him. He sat down, and leaned back a bit, man spreading. This visual here looked like a painting of a god, beautiful in every way. 

You slipped your underwear off and Severus ran his hand down your thigh, "Too beautiful to be waisting your time with fictional characters and their sex." (Cough cough)

You giggled softly and mounted his thigh. You kissed him softly and Severus' hum came deep from his chest. "So wet." He said, going back to kissing your jaw. He grabbed your hips and rocked you back and forth slowly.

You let out a light gasp and grabbed onto his shoulders, Severus sucked on your neck, he could feel the pulsing of your cunt on his thigh, making him hard.

You moaned softly and ran your hand down his abdomen, letting your fingers slip into his underwear. Severus roughly grabbed your wrist and held it in the air, "I don't remember that in the story." He mumbled into your neck. 

You huffed, "I want to help you..." you whispered, leaning forward, kissing his hand that held yours. He pushed you back, causing your clit to roll back on his thigh roughly. 

You moaned loudly and he got close to your ear, "Behave. Don't make me bind you, little girl." He growled, letting you go. You nodded, going back to rocking back and forth on his thigh. 

Severus kissed your collarbone, marking it all up. He unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. You hummed as he kissed all around your breast. 

You whimpered softly as you felt your climax approaching, you didn't want this to end. "Shh shh shh..." Severus whispered in your ear, taking one of your breasts in his hand, kneading it. He used his other free hand to release his cock.

You didn't dare reach for it, though you wanted it so badly. As you went faster the tip of his cock brushed against your stomach, causing the both of you to moan. "Severus..." you breathed. 

He nodded, knowing your climax was close by the pulse of your pussy. You leaned back a bit and grabbed his hand, leading it to your clit. Severus tutted and shook his head, "Oh you're so desperate..." he whispered, rubbing circles into your clit. 

You barley held yourself up as you came all over his thigh. Severus smirked and watched you writhe. When he saw you were done he picked you up and walked to the bed, laying you down. He took his underwear off completely and wiped your cum off his thigh with it. 

He leaned down and positioned himself at your entrance, he was so close he could feel the heat radiating off your cunt. "Can I fuck you?" He asked, kissing at your cheek. You whimpered in desperation and nodded.

He nodded and slammed his hips into yours. Your back arched and your hands flew to his back to hold him there. This was your favorite position. Severus chuckled into your ear and fucked you roughly into the bed. His cock pulsed inside of you, the blood rushing through the veins.

Your cunt clenched around him as he slammed into your g-spot. You ran your fingernails down his back and he moaned breathlessly, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

He stared down at your connection for a while before using one of his hands to rub rough circles into your clit. "Fuck...!" You cried, your body starting to shake from the stimulation. Your body lit up and you came all over his cock, your head falling back on the bed. 

Severus hummed and rammed into you once more, cumming. His breath shuddered and he laid on top of you, his head resting in between your breast. "Brilliant..." he whispered, smiling, his breath labored. 

You giggled and kissed his head. You were never reading book porn again.

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Money money and more money. It's what the world was fueled on, it's what your boss was always chasing. 

You sat back in his office, counting stacks that he had carelessly thrown on his desk. Hans Gruber had so much money he didn't really even care about it anymore. You had them all stacked neatly in the corner when the sweaty man bursted into the room.

He didn't even glance at you before rummaging through the drawers. You looked at him and furrowed your brows in utter confusion. You popped your lips and smiled at him, "Whatcha lookin' for Gruber?" 

Hans didn't even flinch before shoving the drawer closed and staring at you with those bright hazel eyes. "I'm looking for my gun. Have you seen it?" He seethed, relatively close to your face. 

You smirked softly and shrugged, "You mean the Heckler & Koch P7M13... silver... serial number... oh I don't know... 73225?" 

Hans stood up and held his hand out, "Hand it over, kid." You stood up and drew the gun from your waist band you held it to Hans' forehead, he didn't look scared at all. You tilted your head softly and advanced on him. He just laughed, "Look at you.."

You backed him to the wall, a smile still on your face, "All the best people are crazy Hans..." you whispered, cocking the gun. 

He furrowed his brows, "Crazy you say?" A nervous tinge in his voice made your heart flutter You had a thing for danger. You smiled and nodded, pointing the gun to your head, not knowing whether or not it was loaded. You pulled the trigger and Hans' eyes got wide, trying to grab your wrist to stop you.

The gun was not loaded.

"Trying to stop me?" You said, looking at the tight grip on your arm, your skin was on fire. You'd of course always had some desire for your boss, and of course sometimes he let you fulfill it. "Do you care for me Mr. Gruber?"

Hans laughed a bit under his breath, "I have no regard for anyone other than myself. But that doesn't mean I want to lose one of my best workers to a gun accident." He took the gun from you and threw it to his desk. 

You bit your lip discreetly and Hans pushed passed you, sitting down in his chair. He opened his computer like he was going to get some work done, but you had other plans. You sat on his desk, in front of him and close his computer. 

Hans looked at you, his face telling you he wasn't too pleased with you being in the way of his work. "Gruber for once can you take a hint and take care of something more important than work."

Hans furrowed his brows, you could see the false confusion on his face, "I don't see what can be any more important than my work." He stood and got close to you, a playful smirk on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and hit his chest, "Dick."

He chuckled, "Yeah? Where you want it?" 

You blushed a bit and got close to him, grabbing his dark silk tie, running your hand down it. "Inside me." 

Hans' brows immediately shot up, "So forward... so needy." He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step back, "Who says you deserve it?" He cocked his head to the side as his eyes traced down your jawline, to where the buttons in your shirt were. A smile split across his face and you whined, falling back on the desk and arching your back slightly.

"Come on...." you traced your hand along the same button line. "You know you want it." You whispered softly. You returned the same smile he had, your white teeth splitting through your red lipstick. It was the type of smile you and Hans gave each other in these situations. A sly one full of mischievous intent. 

Hans let out a soft breath and walked to the edge of the desk, his knees hitting it. He inserted himself between your thighs and ran his hands up and down them. His eyes were focused on yours, his expression unreadable. 

With a swift motion he unbuttoned your dress pants and ran his hand down the zipper, being a tease. It wasn't common that Hans let you face up during sex, it was definitely something to do with the fact he loved to watch your ass bounce with his abdomen. You groaned softly and grabbed his hand as it left your pants. You wanted his touch, you craved his touch. 

He quickly tore his hand away and shook his head, "Tsk tsk... patience is a virtue..." 

Hans took his coat off and leaned up to your neck, he was already hard, you could feel his cock pressing against your thigh. His breath smelled of bourbon, it just made the situation even more heated. He kissed your neck softly, nipping at it just slightly. He kissed down your shirt and then your pants and as he slowly sunk to his knees your head shot up, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"You're not-" you started but you were quickly interrupted by Hans calling your name out sternly. 

"Shh... relax." He growled, pulling your pants and underwear off. He chuckled slightly and ran his two fingers through your lips, "So wet... I haven't even touched you yet." He whispered softly, really only for his own entertainment.

You huffed softly and your hand went to Hans' hair to stroke through the sweaty locks. The feeling of his fingers brushing through your folds made you arch your back once more, trying to get more movement and friction, letting Hans know you wanted him to touch your clit.

He shook his head and hummed before connecting his lips with your pussy. At first he licked up all the juices he'd just made from touching you before flicking his tongue against your clit. A groan left your lips, finally. "Yes..." you whispered. You could feel Hans smirk against your skin and continue to eat you out. 

Many obscene sounds left your lips. It felt so good. You never knew Hans was so good at giving head. To him your body was familiar from many months of hooking up and exploring each other. He knew which spots made you squirm and he used those to his advantage. His tongue went in circles around your clit, simply teasing it, his facial hair prickled around the skin that surrounded it. You could feel your orgasm building up in the bottom of your stomach. "You like that.... huh?" His voice was like honey with a hint bite. 

You rolled your eyes at his comment and let out a loud groan now that the contact was over. Hans rose to his feet, wiped his mouth with his fingers and without hesitation plunged them down your throat. You gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion but eventually when you realized what was going on you swirled your tongue around his fingers. "Shut your mouth and taste yourself." He snapped, gritting his teeth. He was having fun. You could see it in his eyes.

While keeping one hand in his mouth he used the other to take his belt off. He pulled down his underwear slightly and his cock spring free. The head was red and angry, twitching with excitement. It was glistening slightly in the light, already coated with precum. You let out a soft sigh at the sight of it, he drew his fingers from your mouth and you licked your lips, "I've been waiting on this all day." You whispered. 

Hans chuckled and wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to lay on the desk, "I bet you have." He murmured. He used his other hand to grab your legs and scoot you to the end of the desk, putting one of each leg on your shoulders. 

His cock rested on your pussy, pushing against it slightly. You let out a huff of air and pushed your head back into the desk, giving in. "Good girl...." Hans purred and ran his cock through your lips and folds. You let out a soft sigh before he positioned it at your entrance, you could feel his tip brush against your sensitive skin and you whimpered, closing your eyes to brace yourself.

Him pushing in seemed to always be your favorite part. You liked the pain of the stretch and the slow, caring, way Hans took it. You liked to feel his cock twitch inside you, knowing he wanted nothing more to slam himself in, but also that he had enough self control to go slow, just like you liked. 

You moaned and your lips parted as you closed your eyes. Oh it felt so good. You started to speak but Hans just simply shushed you. Once he was settled in, bottomed out, he let out a soft groan. "That's it..." he sighed. 

In spite of him you looked up at him and shushed him. He laughed and that very attractive smile spread across his face. "Oh you wanna be like that... huh...?" He smiled and pulled out slightly just to thrust into you roughly. You moaned sharply and your head whipped up to look at him as he started to thrust roughly into you.

Choked moans and grunts from the both of you started to fill the room. The feeling of his cock sliding out of you and then slamming into you felt so good, it was causing you to grasp the desk harshly, fingers digging into it. Hans' normally perfect hair was falling into his face, becoming disheveled and out of place. 

With one hand he held his shirt up above his abdomen and with the other he unbuttoned your shirt to grab your breast and massage it in his hand while he thrusted into you.

Both the feelings made your eyes roll back and your moans almost became a bit animalistic. Hans just chuckled lowly and mumbled something in German, his mother tongue. You didn't exactly pick up what he said, but it didn't matter, it sounded hot.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his head fell back, closing his eyes. He was feeling really good. You could see it all over his face. You reached down and started to rub your clit in fast circles as you felt your orgasm build. Footsteps were heard outside the door and Hans' head snapped to it. He reached for the gun that you were holding earlier. You followed his hands with your eyes and he scoffed.

"Close them." He mumbled, you still stared at him with big eyes and his thrusts got a little more violent. "Close them, Mäuschen. Focus on me." He demanded, so you listened. You closed your eyes and focused on your orgasm. You took deep breaths, thinking of the way his thick shaft felt going in and out of you. You felt the gun clicking in the background. Hans was making sure there was a bullet in the chamber. The door swung open and as soon as you reached your climax a gunshot rang out. You moaned loudly and Hans continued until he finished. 

You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at Hans. He let out a soft sigh and smirked at you, "Braves Mädchen." He pulled out and tucked himself back in his pants. He cleaned you up with the tissues on his desk and you put your pants back on before turning to the door.

You saw a man there, bullet hole in his head... then you made the connection that's why Hans demanded his gun earlier. "Bounty Hunter." Hans said with a gruff voice. He shrugged and called his clean up crew. This was pretty common. He ruffled your hair and put his jacket back on. "Clean up. Get back to work." He said and let out a soft sigh, dismissing you. 

This was definitely a time to remember.