Prompt: Your prince wants your touch, can you really refuse him?
fluff??? Idk what this is called
Part of your duties to the crown prince is to ready him for bed.
Which meant waiting for the prince in his room until he arrives as his usual routine permits. Then helping him out of his clothes. He'd watched you with such a cold unreadable gaze that night, as you stood infront of him, fixing his collar, and unbuttoning his shirt, your fingers brushing over his skin barely, but still enough for you to feel like you're overstepping. But he didn't say anything, so if you were doing something wrong, you couldn't tell if he registered it or not.
His eyes were watching you, like ice cubes dragging over every inch of you he observed. It was just how his gaze always was, so heavy and sharp, even in such a relaxed atmosphere. He silently tilted his head as you leant down to undo his trousers, only for him to click his tongue, and with a sharp tug, force you onto your knees.
You inhaled sharply as you were forced down by a tug on your collar, kneeling infront of him with your hands grasping his thighs to keep from falling against him completely. Your eyes snap up to his and he tilts his head, his expression remaining as stoic as it ever was except perhaps a hint of disappointment. You knew he always liked you kneeling before him when you could. He leans down a bit, his finger tapping your chin twice. It's a silent reprimand.
"Angel..." He pouted, his voice a siren's call. "You're being so reserved today."
You freeze up as his hand travels from your high collar to trace along your neck and up your jaw, his skin smooth and soft against your own. You weren't sure how exactly you were being extra reserved, when you've always been reserved with him. "Am I, my prince?"
He frowned slightly, and despite yourself, you wanted to reach up and smoothen his features. Of course, you would not. He carresses your cheek lovingly, making your heart jump slightly. "Tell me, angel," He hums, "Are you afriad of me?"
Were you afraid of him? Well... Of course. He was everything. You also knew that he would hate that answer. You weren't sure if you could lie to your prince, though. "A little, my prince."
He sighed, and his dissapointment sent a pang of worry through you. You wanted to reassure him, but you weren't sure what to say. So you lowered your eyes, undoing his belt and his trousers. His hand thread through your hair instead, ruining your strict bun. "... A little?" He muttered.
"You and the dark," You joke, trying to lighten the words knowing he would hate your answer. He scoffs, even when you offer him a nervous smile. Your hands working a little faster as you undress him, while you fold his trousers and place them beside you on the bed, he leans over his knee, a frown still on his face.
You couldn't help but be a little flustered when you were kneeling infront of his highness when he's dressed in nothing but his undone silk and his underwear. You never lifted your gaze, and if you did, it was only to meet his eyes. Today though, he didn't seem to be happy with your duitful act. He tugged on your hair, making you wince slightly and look up at him. His frown has only deepedend, the look in his eyes dark and heated. "I do not like your hair like this. Undo it."
You paused. "But it is the palace's required hairstyle for the staff--"
"I do not care what it is. It is ugly. Undo it now." He huffs, tugging down strands from your bun rather roughly. "You are not the palaces. You are mine."
You nodded quickly not quite batting his hands away but moving to undo your bun yourself. You knew you were supposed to be devoted to the crown, the palace itself. But if his highness deigned it right to call you his own, you weren't going to oppose him. You pulled out the pins holding your hair in place, and letting your hair fall naturally. Your brows stitch into a slight frown. You didn't necessarily think it looked ugly. But... A pleased noise came from him, as he reached out to touch your hair, and your shoulders sag slightly. "Hm... That's better."
You let his hands wander, from your hair to your neck, tugging you closer still, until you were much too close for propriety's sake. "M-my prince..." Your protests die when he narrows his eyes on you, his gaze growing colder still.
"Angel..." He mutters, his hands moving to skim down your arms, the nickname reserved for you in private making you even more embarrassed to be touched so strangely by him. He could feel your tension, your entire body coiled like tight rope. "Do you dislike me?"
If you could grow even more tense, you would have. Your eyes snap to his, and you scramble to find anything to say to reassure him. "No, no, never, my prince! H-how could I... How could I ever dislike you? You are--You--"
He cut you off with a soft mumur, his frown and pleading eyes making your heart drop. When did his eyes soften like this? "No? Then why are you avoiding my skin as if I am diseased?"
You blink at him, your lips parting and closing like a blubbering fish. Mostly because you weren't really deviating from the norm. This was what had always been like. And more importantly, you had always admired his highness, he was the sun to you. How could a common mortal touch the sun? "I...I am not avoiding you, my prince... I swear it,"
His slender fingers slide over your arms, painting patterns over your skin with an almost playful air. "Do you hate me?"
"No--"
"Do you think of me as nothing but your ruler?"
After everything? This question made your heart clench strangely, "Of course not--"
"Then why are you avoiding me? Do you think me cruel? Think I am undeserving of your warm touch?"
"No!" You couldn't even believe he would say such a thing. Undeserving? Him? If anything, you would be undeserving! He was the future of the kingdom! Who were you to touch him like--
His hand wraps around your wrist in a painfully tight grip. He brought it up to his chest, forcing your fingers to splay over his chest and his beating heart. You were practically frozen, swallowing hard at the first brush of your skin against the warmth of his own. He leans in, his nose brushing yours playfuly, making a shaky breath escape you as you try to lean back slightly. "Then touch me."
You shake your head, pulling your hand away and closing it into a fist, but not too far. He wouldn't let you go too far, after all. "N-no, no... My prince, I cannot--"
"Yes, you can." He insisted, his vocie pleading again, his expression remaining pitiful. He pouted again, pressing your hand back against his chest. "Why not? I want to feel your touch..."
He studies you for a beat. "... Are you refusing me?"
His tone shifted, no longer pleading and soft and everything that made you want to comfort him. Now, it made your heart pick up and race, more so when his soft eyes hardened slightly. It was almost like cold water was trickling down your spine. As if under a trance, or maybe just habit, you shook your head. His grip which had grown even tighter, loosened when you splayed your fingers over his chest of your own volition. "N-no, my prince..." You whisper, "I... I can never refuse you."
His expression softened, his lips tugging into a smile. "There you are."
Your hands were shaking as you gently brushed your fingers over his shoulders, slipping beneath his shirt and pulling it off him. He was watching you so intently, as if waiting for you to slip up somehow. You weren't even sure how you could possibly make a mistake, but you knew you could. And you knew he wouldn't wait to reprimand you.
Your other hand does the same, and he enjoyed watching how carefully you were touching him. Like he was precious and made of glass. He found it so sweet how gently you touch him. As if he couldn't break you if only he had decided to. Really, it was so cute.
When you stand, or attempt to, his hands find your waist and one finds your hip, pulling you into his arms. You gasped when you stumbled into him, hands grasping his shoulders to keep you standing. He smiled up at you, his smile so sincere and happy, you couldn't find it in yourself to protest. Even when his hand carressed your hip, or his arm wrapping around your waist to bring you closer still, until he was resting his face against your chest. Your entire body tensing, your heart hammering against your ribs like it were to explode.
You hesitated, your hands hovering over his shoulders, your breathing uneven. You knew what he was doing was far beyond what was allowed, and yet... You swallowed hard, your fingers threading into his silky hair. He hummed softly, a small shiver running through him. "Are you still afraid of me, my angel?"
You wanted to say yes. Apparently, your silence was an answer itself.
Because suddenly you were falling, barely bracing yourself against the mattress as you hover over him, your hands caging him in beneath you. He grinned up at you, savouring your flustered expression as if it were his favourite dessert. "You know what they say about your fears, do you not?" He mutters, his voice no longer pleading and small, but soft and coaxing. "You must face them, head-on."
You blink at him, your heartbeat in your ears. His fingers brushed over your cheek gently. "Perhaps you should stay the night."
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You'd been working at your new job for about a week now and were enjoying it more than any of your previous jobs. The pay was pretty good, your coworkers respected you, and there were very little problematic customers.
Even if customers were causing issues your manager, Max, always made sure his employees felt safe at their workplace.
All in all, your new job was perfect. There was, however, one thing you were curious about, and that was the owner of the bar. You had asked Max about him on your second day working here and he told you the likely hood of you ever meeting him, let alone seeing him was very low.
Apparently the owner usually left Max to his own devices and usually only visited the bar a few times a year. Even when he did visit he'd usually only stay for an hour or two. Max told you the owner only came here to take girls back to his place, so the chances of seeing him during one of your shifts were next to nothing.
That didn't bother you though. You were just happy that you finally have a job you enjoy.
Today would mark your eighth day working here. Tonight in particular was pretty busy, so you didn't spend long on each customer. You spent most of your time tonight actually making drinks.
Something did catch your eye though...in the very back of the bar you spotted a older man staring at you.
He was dressed in a suit, dark hair partially covering his face, he looked to be around his early thirties, maybe a little older?
You tried to ignore him, but you could feel him watching and when you looked up you caught his eye. He wasn't even pretending he was ogling you.
The both of you stare at each other for a few moments before he stand up and starts stalking towards the bar.
He sits down right in front of you, rests his cheek in his hand and looks up.
"I'll take a whiskey neat" he says
You give the signature customer service smile "Of course, sir"
You turn away from him and as you're making his drink you contemplate whether you should tell Max about this man. He hasn't done anything...yet. Maybe he's just got a staring problem and he's not a pervert. Yeah, that's gotta be it.
You turn back towards the man and hand him his drink.
"I hope you enjoy" you smile
"Thank you, sweetheart" He says before taking a sip
Sweetheart? Yeah, okay, he definitely doesn't just have a staring problem.
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He was right. You were perfect. And the way your cheeks flushed a little when he called you sweetheart? Yep, he's decided, you're going to be his.
Matteo watches you as you tend to the other customers, sipping the drink you made just for him.
When he finishes his glass he waves you down and you come scampering over.
All he could think about was how pretty you'd look with his ring on your finger.
"I need a refill sweetheart."
You smile at him. God, your smile was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.
"That'll be right up!"
He spends the rest of the night like that. Watching you tend to the other customers while he drinks what you made for him.
But eventually you have to clock out and he's left feeling empty again.
When you're gone he stands up and heads to the "employees only" section. He makes his way to the break room where he spots the person he was looking for.
"Max"
Max looks up from his phone and stands up when he realizes who's speaking to him.
"Yes boss?"
"The new bartender. Give me her number."
Max blinks. Then shakes his head.
"Boss, I can't give you one of my employee's numbers without their consent."
Matteo grits his teeth "I wasn't asking. And in case you're forgetting, I'm the owner."
Matteo doesn't even have to threaten him, Max knows the consequences of disobeying him.
Max quickly scrambles to unlock his phone and goes through some of the employee documents he has on there. He grabs a piece of paper and writes down some numbers before handing it to Matteo.
warning: MDNI HERE, sex, very weird behaviour, reader can be cis and ftm, bullying and other weird stuff. (english isn't my first language)
summary: you're his "bully" and he's your obsessive "I want to be your bf"
a/n: sorry guys, my depression takes me...in any way, you can call me whatever you want, but I just feel like that and im sure someone else too and maybe they need that fic...I don't support this behaviour, but that's fiction, and I feel like a shit so i needed that 2.0. Have fun and love y'all.
You were part of a group of the worst, the meanest people in the university. How did you end up there? Pure coincidence, when one of the girls found out that you liked boys and decided with the group that they needed 'representation' of minorities, so that 'ordinary' people, could see that they weren't such monsters. You didn't turn down the offer because you didn't want to be another victim, cowardly yeah, but it was a chance and a very rare one. And in fact, you were treated well, like one of your own, even if you looked like a gray spot that didn't fit in there.
You had terrible relationships with everyone: parents, other students because of your lack of social adaptation, so that also played a role in accepting the offer.
One day the group was again bullying some guy, you think his name is Eric, a nerd who doesn't resist and is an easy target. When they put him on his knees and started calling him names, he often looked at you, the way you just stood there, like you didnβt belong here.
Thatβs right. Youβre not like them.
Eric kept imagining weird and disgusting scenarios with you, but he couldnβt help it, you were special in his eyes, the one who looked at him and didnβt hurt.
So today, when you were the last one left with him again, when everyone else had left, he plucked up the courage and said what he wanted.
βHeyβ¦umβ¦wanna come with me..? Right now, to my place, you knowβ¦Iβ¦or rather we can do something interesting..play g-games..β
To Ericβs surprise, you agreed. It was Friday, so it didnβt really matter. It was the happiest moment of his life, when he walked next to you, and then you were in his room. Especially when you sat down on his couch and relaxed a bit, Eric became clingy. Really. He gave you one of the soda cans and took the other one for himself as you both sat down to play some game that he had so sweetly explained to you a few minutes later.
"You don't mind if I touch you, do you?"
"I don't, so okay.."
...
"You know, you're really pretty..did you ever have a boyfriend..? You know, everyone keeps talking about it...so I just askedβ"
"No, I didn't and don't have a boyfriend."
You replied, interrupting his sentence, not intentionally, just to save time, but after a moment, a few words escaped your mouth.
"What? Do you want to apply for this role? You can be first in line."
It was more than a little rude, especially when you looked away, but Eric just nodded, and then a very strange smile crept onto his face and you realized that your mind was starting to fog up. You fell asleep, or rather, you switched off because of the medicine in the soda that Eric had substituted.
When you woke up, you were already in his bed, still dressed, but chained(?) to one of the pillars.
As strange as it all seemed, you werenβt as nervous as you might think..the thought that Eric had been able to carry you, was very pleasant in your head and was like a devil on your shoulder.
βI didnβt touch you in a wrong way...donβt think, Iβm not like that..β
βI donβt know if I trust you anymore..after drugs or whatever you pun in my soda...that wasn't really nice..β
"Okay, I wanted to..but I couldn't...you need a boyfriend like that, right? I can be.."
Eric couldn't help but sit on the bed, leaning against you, or rather his pelvis against yours, as his chubby but strong hands roamed your forearms and elbows.
"Look at me.."
You looked into his eyes and all you saw there was adoration, which made your stomach twist. It was like you were looking at a dog sitting in the rain, waiting for someone to take him somewhere warm.
"You're so beautiful and interesting..I'll be better for you...you'll never need anyone else's approval or.."
Again silence from you, which added to Eric from the inside.
"Give me a chance..just one.."
"Okay..i mean...I'll give you one, good?"
That was all you could manage as the smile on Eric's face reappeared and his hands touched you even harder to make you very aroused and nervous. He knows what buttons to push.
He looked at you again, as if begging for permission, which you gave him with a nod. You decided to simply obey, just this once, to allow yourself to relax and be someone for someone.
Sure, Eric was a little impatient, but when he undressed you, you couldn't take your eyes off him, his hands gliding ever so gently, touching every curve or bone he could see and feel.
Unfortunately, Eric didn't take his clothes off completely, as if afraid of your reaction, but you didn't say anything. Only when he had you ready and entered you, he let out a moan and cover you with his body, as if it was the most divine thing that could happen to him. His movements were the best, his hands roaming your hips and back.
"You're so perfect..thank you..thank you for letting me.."
Eric started crying into your neck, also showering it and your jaw with kisses, as if you were his muse for life.
Towards the end he went faster, like a needy animal and he finally took off his t-shirt, which showed his slightly plump body. He pressed against you and fucked you as if his existence depended on it, although in part it did.
When his substance filled the entire condom, he couldn't bring himself to come out, he just gently caressed your skin, looking into your eyes.
"Did I make it feel good..? From now I'm your boyfriend right..?"
"Yeah..that was perfect..I...I mean, yes, you're my boyfriend.."
You couldn't help yourself, but put fingers through his hair and pull his closer to your chest, just to hug him and let him know how much it was for you, without words that can't make a proper sentence and sense right now. He's now your big boy.
Childish!bestfriend That you've known since childhood. You two have always been together, and he's sure it will stay that way.
Childish!bestfriend Who chased you around the village and fought with any boy or girl who wanted to play with you β They would only ruin the game!
Childish!bestfriend That even after growing up, hasn't changed much.
Childish!bestfriend who realized a guy was courting you, and he couldn't let it happen. In his mind, you two were practically engaged β in fact, married! All that's missing is the ring on your finger, and that's the least of it if destiny has already united you.
Childish!bestfriend That crashed your date at the village festival after begging you not to go. "What a coincidence!" he said, placing himself between you two, but still blantly ignoring your date. "I told you not to come here... It's so noisy, my head aches..."
Your date looked rather uncomfortable, trying to intervene. βHold on, we were in the middle..." β "Are you throwing me out? Don't you have any manners?" He inmediately turned to you. "Look, he wants me to leave! What kind of commoners are having dates with?" It morphed into a tantrum faster than normal, but his priority right now was to evacuate you from that charlatan's side, so he grabbed your arm and started pulling you away.
"Let's get out of here, really-" but your suitor apparently thought trying to grab his shoulder to stop him was a good ideaβ a big mistake; your best friend was already bitter enough.
"AGH! Why are you attacking me? You SCOUNDREL! Oh my goodness, what a pain!" He threw himself back, but his dramatization lasted only a short time before his fist flew into your date's face.
Childish!bestfriend That ruined the festival, but at least got to receive your touch when you were bandaging his bruises. "That bastard ended up worse off! He shouldn't have messed with me, Mhwahaha!"
childhood bestfriends ig idk brah I'm like half asleep when I wrote this whole thing and it might get a full smut pt 2 but I kinda just remembered I have an essay I have to finish so...
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You and Matt were childhood best friends, down to kindergarten. You two went to the same college because of eachother, and even if you didn't like all of the same things, your bond was still like a chain.
You now lived in the same city, working completely different jobs and opposite lives but still cutting out time for eachother. You were a superstar, he was a bodybuilder. Both of you were famous. But you were young, still in college, so semi-celebrities at most.Β
"can I ask you a dumb question?" Matt texted you one day. Was that the dumb question, obviously he can.
"dumb questions don't exist, ofc!" You text back in the same minute.
"k, I really like this girl and we've gotten quite far so I wanted to ask you if I could send a pic to see if it looks good? it's a nude." Well atleast he asked instead of just sending it, but you didn't mind necessarily.
"sure" You text back as you slip away from your work for a second to use the bathroom.
He sends a picture. You slip into a stall and look at it. It's his perfectly toned body, from the back in the mirror, and plump ass. Obviously it looks good. He's a bodybuilder, handsome, dark brown skin, Any picture ever with him in it looks good.Β
"oh yeah bro you look perfect. only thing missing is my dick inbetween those cheeks. jokes aside you always look good, don't doubt yourself."Β
You jokingly flirt with your text, but you barely mean anything with it. You've been friends since basically the womb, you've slept in his house as much as he has.
"stoo being a freak on my phone bro, but ty"
You smiled and put your phone back into your pocket, walking out the bathroom and back to work.Β
Finally home, a short day since most of the recording was done anyways. Barely even 3pm. You jumped into the shower, and stayed in your towel. You lived alone who could stop you?
As you sit on your couch your doorbell rings and Matt with your spare key walks in. But you don't move, waving him a hi. He's seen you shirtless before, even naked a few times. This doesn't matter.
"Hey" Matt says as he puts down his bag and sits next to you, he's probably staying over tonight which you don't mind. He might aswell live here.Β
"Yo, how are ya?" You respond, shaking his hand before you give it a gentlemanly kiss.
A small blush forms on his face whenever you do that and he tries to hide it but you've noticed it every time.
"I'm good, she liked the pic." He says as he stretches a bit. You sling you arm over his shoulders and pull him in closer, as he leans in more.Β
"Of course she did you handsome motherfucker. You're the hottest bodybuilder fucking ever." You gently pat his shoulder. You're taller and more bulky than he is but he is impossibly toned, a champion at competitions aswell.Β
He smiles and doesn't speak but clearly appreciates it.Β
"Hey uhm⦠dude?" Matt says a bit shyly. He's never been shy around you before, did something happen?
"Yeah dude? Are you okay?" You're instantly worried.
"Yeah I'm fine it's justβ¦ you flirt with me a lot. And I kinda like it, like actually." He doesn't know how you'll react clearly but atleast he's direct.Β
You look down at him and softly press a kiss to his cheek. "You know I do flirt a lot jokingly but I never lie, you're the most handsome guy I've ever met."
He blushes and leans in deeper. But seems to realize something and blush harder, it doesn't show on his dark skin but the way he bites his lip you can obviously tell.
"Something else bothering you? You can call me your boyfriend if you want, just cut off that girl first." You say softly and he nods.Β
"Don't even worry, I'd chose you over anyone. But it's not thatβ¦ you said you never lied right? So about that pictureβ¦" Ohh, duh.Β
"You want to take me up on my offer? I thought you were straight dude." He shoves his face into your chest to dodge your eyes.
"Well⦠I thought I was too, but you're so⦠everything. I always liked women and never men but I can make one exception right?"
He moves onto your lap and sits down while facing you.Β
You softly kiss him on the lips, repeatedly. His mouth was warm, and he tasted good. You put your hands on his waist, before slowly helping him take off his shirt.Β
Your hands explored his body closely, you've touched his mucles before but now it feels like you have all the time in the world and never want to let go. Reaching up on his back your fingers felt the expanse of his shoulders as he flexed for you. Then you reached around and felt his rock hard pecs, your fingers brushing over his nipples making him gasp softly.Β
He buried his head in your neck, softly kissing you, feeling you up and down aswell. But you could tell he was getting impatient.Β
You helped him take off his shorts, him already wearing a jock strap under.Β
"Didn't know you were a slut, you were probably thinking about this exact moment when you got ready to come over here huh?"Β
"shut up" His voice was shaky, so yeah you were right. He grinded his hips down on you, and you met his hips with yours. Softly bucking up into him, shaking his entire body with each thrust.Β
You easily removed your towel, letting him sit right on your bare lap. You were huge, atleast 10 inches, and he wasn't ready, but you had all night.
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summary: Rory navigates being a med student while working with her uncle Jack
includes: inaccurate medical things (Iβm not a doctor), depression, mention of suicide and harming oneself, neglectful parents, dad!Jack Abbot, rabbot if you squint, mohabbot if you squint
a/n: this one follows the events of the series, but sometimes itβll deviate from it
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