Can Take Any Risk. Help Dear Duck.

can take any risk. help dear duck.

Happy new year everyone!!! Wish to all a great year to come.

I loveeee, disney. Just keep swiming,

i need more. what the heck¡¿ explain what is going to happend, what about her dad, tommmmm and willop(please die)  and herrr. i need answers and demand them.

love affair chpt.4 │t.h

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pairing: king!tom holland x reader

words: 3.6k

warning: swearing, SMUT, oral sex (female recieving), 

summary: In two separate kingdoms were two lonely monarchs. One can somehow never find love and the other is in a painful engagement but by some sort of divine intervention, they two meet and fall for each other. The only downside is that they don’t know it’s them.

a/n: okay, let’s hope this gets a little bit more love

masterlist  chapter 1  chapter 2  chapter 3

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Sometimes men were such idiots to y/n. It didn’t help that she grew up with vipers that were disguised as men. She really did want to keep the good intentions but with the view in front of her, it was difficult.

She sat opposite to Willopp, his hands resting upon a skinned fawn and a devilish smile hung on his lips.

“Did you have to bring me to this,” y/n spat, she tried to keep her eyes on him and it was the first time she successfully did.

“You made a scene yesterday,” Willopp chuckled, “I had to teach you a lesson,” y/n’s blood bubbled.

“You didn’t have to pull me out of my duties and show me your sadistic way of hunting,” she scoffed, almost gagging at the smell. Willopp stared at her as if she was a child.

“Ugh, women,” Willopp spoke under his breath. y/n instantly felt her wrath rise inside her, she wanted to tell him off but she knew that wouldn’t be the best idea so she bit her tongue.

In their first meeting, y/n tried to understand her soon to be husband. She tried to get to know him, she tried to love him but it was clear that he didn’t want any of it that is except the crown that was supposed to be placed her head. To say that she hated him was an understatement, she absolutely loathed the man. If she could, she would kill him with her own hands but she had to make choices that aided her and not plotted her demise.

As soon as the carriage pulled up to the gates, y/n literally fled out of the carriage and into the safety of her large home. She hated how the halls echoed and left her to only her thoughts but other instances, like these, she adored the place she called home.

Back at the carriage, Tom went to greet the royal couple in hopes to discuss trading with the Princess herself but all he saw of her was her dress flowing behind her as she fled.

“Ah King Tom, help me carry my beautiful hind!” Willopp called out to him. This was the last thing Tom needed but he knew to put on a show for the Archduke if he was in any hopes to continue his relationship with y/n. Tom stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the carcass of the fawn on the bonnet of the carriage.

“Is that-” Tom uttered speechlessly.

“A baby deer,” Willopp responded flatly as if he was fed up with Tom’s reaction. “You hunt all the time don’t you, Your Majesty.” Willopp was right, Tom did go hunting quite a bit. He didn’t like it but Tom tried to only kill animals that were nuisances or threatening but to kill and even to skin a faun was out of his comfort zone.

“Oh yes but never seen a kill like this before,” Tom spoke as if he was impressed with Willopp’s action but in reality, Tom tried to hold back his gags.

Willopp sighed proudly, “I know, I’m an excellent huntsman,” Tom could see to coach men snickering as Willopp spoke, clearing indicating the lie he has just told. “Help me bring it in?” Willopp asked almost sweetly but Tom was quicker than the Archduke had intended.

“I need to find Princess y/n, royal business,” Tom rushes to excuse himself and thankfully Willopp dismissed him with a sly look. With that, Tom shot off to try and find y/n in the never-ending hallways and in hopes to forget about that monstrous man.

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y/n sat at the large edge of her windowsill. Her legs sucked up to her chest as she stared outwards. She knew that she looked odd, but she liked the serenity of the landscape that her kingdom offered. She would at times sit there for hours in her own world as she forgot her problems and her pressures. Her hair was let free from the tight styles and perched softly on her shoulders, her corset had been loosened and her shoes were laying at the entrance of her room she was in complete and total bliss.

Tom was at the edge of the forest that blanketed the castle. His horse galloping quickly through the dense bush, Tom laughed loudly as he heard his two brothers and Harrison call after him to slow down. He wondered what he looked like, did he appeared childish or a dashing young man. Either way, his daydreaming seemed to slow him down because Harrison and the twins had officially caught up with him.

“Why do you have to do that every single time,” Sam sighed angrily as he patted his horse gently as the animal caught its breath.

Tom smiled wickedly, “I can’t have a moment alone can I?”

“You haven’t had one since you were born,” Harrison mocked him. Tom plucked an underripe apple and gently pegged it at Harrison.

“Didn’t you need to discuss trading routes with Princess y/n?” Harry asked as the quartet started to pick up a pace and start riding back to the castle.

“I tried to,” Tom sighed, remembering the chores that came with the title.

“What do you mean you ‘tried to’?” Harrison queered.

“That imbecile Willopp had y/n running for the hills, didn’t even get a word in,” Tom seethed, he wondered if Willopp was a real person and not an unimaginably annoying devil sent by hell.

“She usually gives him a good fight though,” Sam spoke with confusion mixed in.

“He had a skinned fawn with him,” Tom told them grimly, “looked quite fresh,” the group grimaced.

Tom hadn’t even noticed that they had arrived back at the castle gates. A peaceful breeze settled over the pavilion, Tom didn’t see a single person in discomfort or distress. Tom stared at the impressively large castle, his attention drifting over the endless amount of windows until his eyes met y/n through the stained-glass. Her focus directly on him, her eyes almost filling with lust and desire instantly as she watched him dismount his horse.

She didn’t like how deep in love she was with him, her heart would race when someone mentioned his name and her breath would hitch in her throat when he passed her. Everything he did seemed like something straight out of God’s handbook of how to be effortlessly handsome. The worse part about it all was that he knows, he fucking knows how he makes her swoon and he knows the effect that would come from y/n just from him being around her. As she stared lovingly at him, Tom caught her eye and an idea wriggled its way into his head.

Tom started to unfasten his vest, unbuckling the piece of clothing ever so slowly. He pulled off his royal navy coat along with the golden encrusted vest. The others looked at him strangely.

“What are you doing?” Harrison asked quietly into Tom’s ear. Tom smirked widely as he gave y/n a quick glance.

“I’m getting hot,” he responded politely. y/n scoffed at his remark, it not even that hot today yet he thinks stripping is going to help him cool off, the realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. He was doing this on purpose to rile her up.

The pearly white undershirt hung low on his figure, though everybody else around him would see no real interest in the view, y/n watched with hot cheeks and dirty thoughts as she tried to stifle the growing want in between her legs.

She suddenly felt guilt wrack her entire body, she had a fiancee, she couldn’t be doing this. He wasn’t the best man, that was a definite but they were set to wed any time now, she can’t be pinning after another, younger, more handsome & more compassionate man. Jesus y/n get yourself together woman, she thought to herself as she tried to wipe her mind of Tom but it just couldn’t seem to work.

This wasn’t the first time y/n had thought about him in such ways, in ways that would have her executed for adultery. She needed to get herself under control, even if there was the smallest sliver that they could be together that wouldn’t excuse herself from marrying Willopp. All she wanted in this world was to be able to wake up to Tom’s basically flawless face every morning but God prosecuted that happiness from her.

Tom noticed y/n’s sudden shift in mood. Her wanting stare turned into a saddened look, his heart ached for her. He knew the predicament that she was trapped in and he desperately wanted to free her but he couldn’t do anything unless she made the first step. Their eyes locked for a second time, they both could sense the desperation in each other’s eyes.

y/n lost it for a moment in those warm eyes of him. Tom did as well, he mind seemed to only focus on her and her dainty features and what they would look like on their children. Tom did a double take, he had only known y/n for a fortnight and he was already dreaming about their sons & daughters, what is happening to him?

“What are you looking at?” Harry asked softly as he craned his neck to try and match their eyesight, his comment snapped Tom out of his lovesick gaze.

“Oh nothing,” replied as he broke the contact with y/n and joined the group as they headed deeper into the caste. She watched him walk off, on one hand, she was relieved that she didn’t have to suffer because of Tom’s attire but at the same time she desperately needs his eyes on her again.

She had never been looked at like that in her entire life and she knows she wants it more than air to breathe.

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y/n sat on the small couch in her father’s room, scanning over official papers. She knew she would have to do this for when she ascends to the throne and to help her father with the royal commissions while he is bedridden. Her attention drifted over to his for a lingering moment.

Albert slept peacefully, his breathing sounded normal and he didn’t squirm while he slept as y/n had always remembered him doing when she was a child. Though his face was pale and grim-like, his hair seemed to be dry and thin and dried vomit and saliva hung around his mouth. He definitely wasn’t getting any better as she had hoped.

y/n stood from her position and slowly made her way over to her father’s side. The shifting on the mattress awoke Albert.

“Hi dad, ” she almost whispered as her thumb stroked his velvet-clad thigh. Albert stuffed a cough.

“Hello, sweetheart, ” he sputtered out. y/n gave him a weak smile as she took notice to his fatigued feature. He didn’t look like himself at all, she could even recognize him, it scared her.

“How are you feeling today?” y/n asked softly as she went to place the back of her hand to his forehead. Her father instantly turned sour at the mention of his health.

“I have no clue,” Albert sighed heavily, y/n felt her heart drop into her stomach. “Neither do the doctor apparently,” he chuckled delicately, she tried to laugh along with him but it was difficult for her to place her happiness infront of her breaking emotions.

“Well at least your not getting worse,” she tried to turn the conversation around, she couldn’t mourn for her father until there was something to mourn. She went to speak again when a soft knock echoed through the room. “Come in,” y/n called out sweetly.

A young woman came in, her head low and was wearing the maid’s uniform, “Your royal highness, King Tom wishes your presence,” she spoke almost giggled but she simply dismissed it as that the woman had heard maid’s gossip.

“Well tell him I will be a moment,” she huffed lightly, the woman stared up quickly almost desperately needing her to leave right this second.

“He requests you as soon as possible,” the woman told her quietly afraid that she was going to get in trouble for speaking back to the Princess. y/n rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. “He’s in the sparring room your royal highness

"Alright, keep an eye on my father,” she commanded, the woman nodded curtly and y/n made her way out. As she paced down the vast halls, she wondered why he requested to see her if he was in the sparring room, he would probably be in the middle of the match or just finishing one.

She knocked harshly on the large doors, she heard small permission and almost stumbled back with the sight of Tom. His hair was ruffled and framed his chiselled face, his pecks spasmed from the previous workout and his toned stomach glistened with sweat. “Ah Princess what are you doing here?” his voice hoarse through harsh breaths making her stomach do flips.

“You requested to see me,” she chuckled slightly. Tom groaned slightly as he wiped the excess sweat off his face.

“I ask to see you in an hour after I got presentable for you,” Tom frustratedly spoke as he dismissed his sparring partner. y/n watched as his muscles tensed and felt herself almost drool over him. Sadly she knew she would have to leave him and come back to a more clothed but nonetheless handsome Tom.

“Well I will join you later then,” she spoke happily trying to mask her sexual frustration. Unfortunately for her, Tom noticed her flushed cheeks and wondering eyes and quickly caught onto her.

“Oh don’t worry about it now,” Tom smirked widely, “you’re here now,” Tom spoke slowly as he combed his fingers through his somehow always silky hair. y/n felt her heart pick up a pace and her mouth instantly became dry.

“Oh how good,” she whispered to herself as she secretly squeezed her thighs together to try to dismiss her arousal. She was sure she looked like a blushing school girl who had a crush on an older boy, she felt almost embarrassed by her body’s deceit against her but she couldn’t dwell on her feelings. “Let’s start shall we,”

It had been an hour of discussion. The room began to get hotter, her dress started to stick to her body and Tom seemed to sparkle with heat. She began to remember their shared night together, as his top that he had added started to outline his ever-bulging skin. The way his fingers danced over her skin, their bodies combining as one and how he breathed into her mouth as he pounded her into the bed. y/n allowed her eyes to drift over to his arm, watching it clench and stretch, she unknowingly placed the edge of the pen in between her teeth, moaning quietly to herself.

“What 'cha looking at princess, ” Tom chuckled darkly as he leant in, his breath wafting over her already unbearably hot face.

“N-nothing, ” she stuttered, God what was she becoming?

“Are you sure?” he asked again. His brown eyes darken with desire as he stepped closer to her. y/n tried her best to keep her composure as he watched her intently.

“Of course,” she muttered quietly, her eyes kept travelling to the same spot that got her in trouble, to begin with. Tom wasn’t an idiot, he knew what he was doing. Though he had asked for her later on, in hopes that a shower from him would get her worked up but this seemed to be going just as swimmingly. He made sure that the shirt he was currently wearing was too tight for him an that he did every possible thing to direct her attention to him.

Tom never broke eye contact with her as he somewhat strutted around the table to meet her heaving body. y/n jumped in her seat when she peered down at him on his knees, lifting her dress up over her legs ever so slightly, kissing the skin leisurely. His brown eyes burned into her cheeks as his fingers trickled over thighs. Before she knew it her dress was lifted her hips and his face was inches away from her aching core. “Do you want this?” he asked huskily, Tom stared intently at her, the only thing stopping him from devouring her was the thin lining of her tights.

“Y-yes,” she stammered as she felt his breath waft over her heat. Tom didn’t waste a second sliding his hands underneath her ass and tearing her tights open and quickly licking a long strip through her wet fold making y/n shudder. Tom’s lips sucked softly at her clit making sure to flick the sensitive bud every so often. He slipped one of his hands from under her ass, he dipped a digit into her slowly. Her fingers tangled themselves into his slicked back hair, pushing him further into her wet core.

“Another one, ” she moaned breathlessly, Tom peered up at her in disbelief still keeping the rhythm of the pumps of his fingers in her tight walls. Tom didn’t argue though, quickly inserting another finger stretching her snug pussy. God did he miss this, the feeling of her contracting around him as she stifled moans surpass her lips, her squirming body throbbing for him to do more, her fragrant perfume that would never fail to excite him in more than one way, the way her hair would fall over her contorting face making her look absolutely angelic in his eyes. To say that he was completely and utterly in love with her would be an understatement.

y/n lifted her legs so that the underside of her knee caps were resting on his damp shoulders. She felt the familiarly gorgeous feeling of her approaching orgasm bubble inside her, she went to open her mouth to tell him but her words failed her as he picked up the pace of his pumping. “I know doll,” his voice hoarse as he parted himself from the drug that was her sweet juices for a hot moment before delving back in, making sure to secure his grip on her. And at that, y/n came. She lost her vision for a moment as she brought her hand up to her lips and bit harshly on the skin to cancel the pornographic moan that would’ve surpassed her lips if she didn’t, she threw her head back so violently she thought she snapped her neck for a moment. Her legs slipped from Tom’s broad shoulders as the pleasure waves racked through her already quivering legs.

Tom stood up and immediately crashed his lips on her, y/n wrapped her arm around his neck quickly bringing him in closer. She whimpered softly at the taste of herself on his tongue. Tom slid in between her already parted legs, his clothed groin rubbed up against her exposed dripping core causing electric shock though y/n’s body and a slight wet patch. Tom’s hands went to undo her corset that sat tightly around her waist but y/n’s hands gripped at his wrists firmly.

“Not here,” she whispered through her heated kisses, “not now,” y/n ripped her lips from his. Tom looked at her through the sun-soaked panels. Her face was red, flushed and dazed, her lips were slightly agape as sweet sounding whimpered slid through, her eyes were hazy and full of post-sex glow. Tom’s calloused hands placed themselves on her hot cheeks, his thumb circling the skin gently. Their eyes met and for a second the both of them forgot their problems, forgot their worries, forgot their burdens. y/n genuinely saw what she would only hope as their distant shared future. Unfortunately, their trance of pure love was broken with a curt knock at the door. Tom granted entry and the last person the both of them wanted to see came through the door.

“My sweets, the maids told me you’d be here,” Willopp spoke cheerfully, an obvious facade both Tom and y/n had no trouble looking through. “I brought you some tea,” he said this time taking notice to their mixed appearances, Tom’s hair was ruffled and y/n looked as if she had just seen God.

“Oh goody,” she smiled sweetly, but quickly sneered at the small cup of tea infront of her having no intention of drinking. “I’m not in the mood for tea at the moment but maybe his majesty would like some,” she offered to Tom, he was going to decline but it seemed Willopp was adamant on getting the princess to drink.

“I insist,” he said a little more darkly than all of them wanted, Willopp quickly caught wind of his sudden shift in mood and laughed loudly, “Or I could just pour it out, I make horrible teas,” he giggled anxiously. “We should be going.”

y/n nodded sadly as she stood up from her seat but almost instantly fell the floor, she peered up at Tom who was eyeing her with a wide, prideful smirk. She saw Willopp confused face and rushed to blurt out, “Must be dehydrated,” she smiled weakly before she regained her posture and joined her fiancee.

Little did she know, Willopp had bigger plans. He would kill her with or without evidence of her affair, with or without blood on his hands. All he knew was that she was unfit to rule and sought to give himself her title. He had better tricks up his sleeve.

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i hate you, this is a great story. at least make it to the wedding.

theory of love | ceo!shawn

synopsis: in this day in age it’s hard to believe that love exists. Sophie Romano is one if these skeptics. She’s seen love fall a part one too many times to believe it exists. Shawn believes in love a little too much, a little more than someone who’s never actually been in love should. I guess his parents were perfect role models, unlike hers. When their paths cross through a blind date Shawn makes it his goal in life to teach her that true love is real and not just a bullshit fairytale.

an: ahh it’s finally done!! I really loved writing this series & I really loved that I actually made it a happy ending lol. I hope you guys enjoyed this series as much as I did. Also if you didn’t know my old @ used to be accuratemendes, but don’t worry I will still be writing for shawn every now & then.

part 5/5

theory of love masterlist

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After three days Sophie had come to the conclusion that time zones sucked. She was laying in bed watching friends, trying to keep her eyes open as she awaited for his call. Shawn would be getting up in a few minutes and he’d call her for an hour or so while he at breakfast and got ready. But Sophie hated having to stay up until two in the morning just to get a measly hour facetime. She wanted to stay on the phone with him all day and go to all his meetings and shows with him. He had been in Paris the past few days for fashion week and she missed him more than she’d like to admit.

As a new episode was about to begin her laptop began ringing, she quickly grabbed it and accepted the call. She was instantly awake. When he finally saw her face appear on his laptop screen he grinned sleepily. He missed her just as much as she missed him. It had been a week since that night they had Thai food at his place, and they had spent everyday together since then. Well up until he left. Sophie was the one who offered to drop him off at the airport and they bid their goodbyes with an almost kiss. But if Shawn had kissed her he would have never left.

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