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DESTINY (m.) | zuko

↬ fem!reader, protector!reader & protected!zuko

↬ genre: fluff / smut

↬ one bed trope, reader & zuko are adults (i am not writing no minors), fake dating for like one second, suggestive language, mild swearing, awkward cannon zuko, submissive zuko, typos but pretend you didn’t see them

↬ word count: 6k

↬ summary: you are hired as fire lord zuko’s personal bodyguard. being the stubborn man he is, he doubts that you can protect him. you’re going to prove him wrong.

↬ a/n: i was upset i couldn’t find any sub!zuko fics so i said screw it and wrote one myself.

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Destiny is a funny thing. And, of course, Fire Lord Zuko knows all about it. After firmly believing for so long that his destiny was to kill the Avatar, the world threw him a curve ball and he ended up joining the Avatar’s team to defeat his own father.

So when his palace staff appoints you, an experienced assassin, as his personal bodyguard, he rolls his eyes at your stupid destiny that just so happened to intertwine with his.

When he became the Fire Lord, Azula almost immediately tried to get rid of him so that she could steal the throne by hiring you to kill him. Of course, she would have done it herself if she weren’t thrown into an asylum after their Agni Kai. However, after one of his staff overheard the conversation between you and his sister, they offered you twice as much payment as Azula did, and you couldn’t refuse the offer. Besides, what was Azula going to do? At this point she had already been taken away.

Although it seems shallow and a low blow to betray Azula because of money, you had to do what you had to do to get by. Growing up an orphan on the streets wasn’t always so good on you financially. You discovered you had a talent for stealing things for money, and even though you weren’t proud of it, it was the only way to survive. After running into some gang members who had heard about your talent, you began to work for them. Eventually you went from stealing for money to killing for it. Although it was not the life you wanted, it was the life you lived.

So how did you end up coming to the royal palace as Zuko’s personal bodyguard with questionable work experience and blood on your hands? Simply put, you were skilled. As one of the few fire benders known to use lighting, you were pretty good at it. Being able to both generate and redirect it impressed those around you, and word went around with some saying you were even better at it than Azula.

•••

“A bodyguard? I’m not a child; I don’t need protection.” Zuko rolled his eyes, his voice echoing through the large meeting room.

“Nobody said you were a child,” his advisor clarified, his voice filled with anxiety. Zuko always had a short temper.

“I can protect myself just fine. Besides, what will people think if they see the new Fire Lord with a body guard stuck to my side all the time? They’ll think I can’t handle myself.” Zuko was offended that his staff thought he needed a personal bodyguard to be near him 24/7. Sure, he was young, but he is capable. He rolled back his shoulders in an attempt to calm himself as he tried to explain his thought process. He has never been good with words, and he was already losing his patience.

“No, the people will know that you are taking your job seriously. And besides, we found an excellent fire bender that is able to both generate and redirect lighting! She’s excellent, and—”

“You already hired one without asking me first?!” Zuko cut off his advisor abruptly, his loud and stern voice rising along with the wall of fire in the room. He was already fired up and upset at the thought of having a personal guard, but the fact that his staff had already hired one without telling him first set him off.

“Please, think about this.” his advisor’s calm and collected voice soothed his rising anger a bit. “As your staff, we are dedicated to protecting you and making sure you are safe at all times. The girl is a strong and smart bender and might even be able to teach you some things. Please, give her a chance and reconsider.” his advisor lowered his head in obedience and hoped for an answer.

After a moment of silence, with the only sound being the low flames in the room, Zuko took a deep breath and spoke. “Fine, but let me test her first. If I am able to knock her down, she leaves and you’re not allowed to hire a new one.”

•••

“He wants to fight me? Zuko?” you let out a fake laugh filled with arrogance as you stared down at his advisor.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” he corrected you. “And well, yes. He is against the idea of having a personal bodyguard and the only way he will accept it is if you are able to fight him and not be knocked down.” the man explained, gesturing to the training courtyard outside the hallway window in the palace.

You followed his eyes and focused in on the former prince in the courtyard, eyeing his grown out hair. While you understood that Zuko wanted to make sure you were as good as his advisor said you were, you found it ridiculous. As far as you knew, he was constantly being bested by his younger sister. Although you weren’t as good a bender as his sister, you knew for sure you were better than him.

“Alright,” you shrugged as you began to make your way to the courtyard, his advisor following your steps. “Whatever makes him feel better. Wanna bet I can knock him down in sixty seconds?” a smirk grew on your face. You were not cocky in your ability, but confident. If you were being honest, you could probably knock him down in thirty seconds.

“I’m sure you can, but I’m not betting with you on whether or not you can knock the Fire Lord down in a minute. That’s inappropriate!” his advisor shushed you.

•••

Although you had seen the man from afar, you never realized how short Zuko was. You were almost taller than him (not that it mattered, it just made you feel superior when you were taller than men).

“Your royal majesty,” you sarcastically greeted, your deep and exaggerated bow earned you a scowl from the Fire Lord. You were unsure of why you had chosen your first words to Zuko to be sarcastic and cocky, but you knew you wanted to show that you were a capable bender and not some little girl who knew how to throw a fireball.

“Your bending better not be as horrible as your attitude,” he stared into your eyes, unamused at what you thought would be taken as a joke. “Let’s get this over with. Try and knock me down, if you can, and I’ll reconsider having you protect me.” you might have imagined it, but it seemed like Zuko didn’t believe you could beat him. You smirked, excited to prove to the royal that he was wrong and you are in fact the better bender.

“Aw, you think I can’t knock you down. That’s cute.” you winked, distancing yourself from him and taking a fighting stance, readying yourself. “Well your majesty, I’m ready when you are. Take the first move too, I’ll let you have that.”

Zuko clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Only because I want to get this over with,” he widened his feet and took a stance, his arm coming down to shoot fire at the ground, coming towards your feet.

As he shot his first move, you took a deep breath, rolling your eyes to show him what you thought of his predictable and easy to avoid move. Avoiding it simply, you punched the air, sending red flames towards him. But what he didn’t know was what you were going to do next. Distracted by your punch of fire, you quickly generated lighting through your fingertips, taking a deep breath before you aggressively pointed your hand towards where he was standing, making sure to miss him on purpose. As quickly as you sent the first shot of fire, Zuko saw a large lighting strike heading his way. Too slow to react and try to redirect it, your strike burned the spot on the ground next to him, the blackened spot on the ground inches from where he stood.

“How,” he started in disbelief. “How did you generate lighting so fast?” his eyes widened as he looked at you. Still in shock from how quickly you created lighting and nearly killed him, you moved quickly, running towards him and jumping in the air and sending multiple strikes of fire at him through your hands. Still focused on how you created lighting through your fingertips with such speed, he held his arms up to block you. His attempt was sloppy and weak, and you knocked him down to the ground and stood over him.

Zuko grunted, sitting up quickly and looking through the bright rays of sun blocking his view of you. “No way,” his hand came up to shield his eyes from the sun rays.

“How long did that take me? Definitely less than a minute, right, Mr. Advisor?” you hollered over at the staff who was standing off to the side. You crossed your arms and stared down at the royal man below you.

“You lasted less than a minute in this fight and I barely tried. Hopefully you’re not like that in the bedroom, Fire Lord Zuko.” you smiled down at him crookedly, a laugh escaping your lips as you started to walk off. “I’ll see you when I officially begin tomorrow, sir.” you bowed once again exaggeratedly. You couldn’t help but beam, you already knew you were going to win, but you didn’t expect to feel this good. Zuko was a handsome and talented fire bender, so something about beating him at something he is good at made you smile.

•••

It has been three years since you began to work for Zuko and he has learned three things in those three years.

One. You never refer to him using his title as you should be doing because you apparently hate all “royal blooded bitches” as you say. But if Zuko was being honest with himself, he was pretty sure it was just because you simply didn’t want to. The staff around you always shot you looks when you yelled out his first name to grab his attention, but you never cared. He admired that about you. You didn’t care what other people thought of you, something Zuko himself always struggled with.

Two. You were an absolute thug. What did he expect? You’re an orphan with a criminal background and a couple bodies on your list of people you’ve killed. Past Zuko would’ve thought you were some low life peasant, but that’s not what he thought of you at all. With a questionable past himself, he knew not to judge you for your past actions and choices. After all, some of his own past choices were questionable.

Three. You wear your heart on your sleeve and have a massive crush on him. So naturally, you make it known. As someone who doesn’t have a lot of relationship experience, or experience with women in general, Zuko never knew how to respond to anything you ever said to him that was even the tiniest bit flirtatious. After the breakup with his ex Mai, he had told himself to focus on his people and to stay out of relationships. When you first made it known to him that you fancied him, he thought you were joking.

“So, Zuko,” you had begun while escorting him to a meeting. “People are asking if you’re courting anyone. You’ll need a Queen soon.”

“I’m not interested in that right now,” he sternly told you. “And besides, nobody’s interested in me at the moment.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I am.”

Zuko shook his head, pushing away the past conversation that confused him because did you actually like him and were you just casually confessing your feelings out of nowhere? Or did you only say all that because you pitied him?

She flirts with every guy here, he told himself (not true, but telling himself that helped convince him that you did not in fact like him even though you did and expressed that on multiple occasions). There was just no way you could ever like someone like him. He was easily upset, always busy with his royal duties, and only had one eyebrow. Literally. The scar his father gave him convinced him that he wasn’t handsome or in any way attractive. Who would ever want to love someone with a scarred face?

“Zuko,” you barged into his quarters, shutting the door behind you as you interrupted his inner thoughts. “Are you ready?” you stood there, feet firmly planted on the ground like you didn’t intend on going anywhere.

“Do you not know how to knock?” he stood and looked at you, gesturing to his small luggage sitting on his bed. “I’m ready.”

The two of you were going on a secret mission (actually it was just him and technically you were just coming along to protect him) to spy on an unknown enemy of Zuko’s, most likely someone who did not want him on the throne. He had wanted to do it himself, saying that he needed to get a good look at the person who wanted to dethrone him.

“Just because I’m your bodyguard, that doesn’t mean I’m also your servant,” you eyed his belongings. “Carry your own shit.”

•••

You and Zuko quietly arrived near the location in a close forest of the unknown person who was apparently planning to rebel and dethrone Zuko. Tightening your hood, you created a small flame in your hand and searched around for any sign of danger. It was midnight and the two of you were planning to camp here for the night before resuming the mission in the morning to search for the unknown person.

“Stay close to me,” you instructed in a whisper.

“I know that.”

“Then come closer to me, idiot.” you aggressively grabbed onto his sleeve, yanking him closer to you as you quietly stepped around the area of trees.

“Ow, can you please be gentle?!” he complained, attempting to pull away from your gorilla grip but failing.

“Zuko, shut the fuck up.” you warned.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“One more word and I’ll burn the shit out of you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah? Then—” in the middle of your banter with the Fire Lord, you saw a flame heading towards the two of you. Reacting quickly, you pushed Zuko behind your back and pushed away the flame with your hands before throwing a punch and firebending towards the threat.

“Who’s there? One step and I’ll burn you,” you threatened, eyes frantically searching the dark for a sign of life.

You felt Zuko behind you, chest pressed up against your back and heart rapidly beating against your body. He was nervous and scared and if you didn’t feel his panicked heartbeat, you wouldn’t know. You had to get out of there.

“Relax little girl, I only want what’s in that satchel.” you heard a gruff voice that came from a few feet in front of you. Zuko gripped the satchel around his body, debating if he wanted to just give it up to the intruder or help you fight him.

“You want it? Come and get it,” Zuko taunted, standing in front of you and kicking a flame towards the mysterious man.

“Zuko!” you warned. “Get behind me!”

“You might be my bodyguard, but I don’t always need your protection.” He spoke with determination in his voice as he stood firmly, his hands in the air and ready to firebend at any second.

“Your bodyguard is a woman?” the mysterious man cackled, jumping out of the dark and attacking Zuko with fire.

“Yeah, and what about it?” he shot back, easily defending himself against the wannabe thief. You stepped back, wanting to see how Zuko would protect himself. They began to fight close up, engaging in hand to hand combat, which you knew Zuko was good at. You had seen him at times training and were impressed. He easily overpowers the man, knocking him out with a swift kick and turns back to you, the unconscious man laying on the ground.

“If that were me, I would’ve beat you.” you commented.

“I know,” he responded, searching the man for any weapons. After patting him down, he takes a knife from the man’s pockets.

“That was hot,” you said, winking at him in the dark and hoping he’d see it. You grabbed the knife from him and started walking.

Apparently he didn’t see the wink. Wonder why. “Well yeah, fire is hot.” Zuko responded.

You did a mental facepalm. “I know fire is hot, you dumbass. I was talking about you being able to defend yourself. That was hot.” you repeated. How many times would you have to hit on this guy for him to understand you liked him?

“Oh…” he trailed off, unable to form his confusion into words. Why would you find that hot?

You sensed he didn’t know what to say, so you spoke first. “Let’s go to a nearby village and hope that we can find a place to stay there. It’s too dangerous to be out in the woods.

•••

Luckily the two of you wandered into a village not too far from the forest, and were able to find an elderly couple kind enough to house the two of you for the night.

“It’s so late, a young couple like the two of you shouldn’t be out and about at this hour.” the woman lectured after seeing the two of you walking down the street and hurrying you in her home.

Zuko wanted to correct the woman. “We’re not a cou—”

“Thank you for your kind hospitality. We really appreciate it. We were a little lost on our way and are traveling.” you cut him off abruptly and offered a kind smile to the lady. You grabbed his arm, squeezing it aggressively as a warning to shut up.

After showing you to their guest room, Zuko lit the only candle in the room, the low lighting barely bouncing off his porcelain skin.

“Why did you let her think that we’re a couple?” Zuko questioned, shutting the door behind him.

“Are you stupid? It’ll be suspicious if we tell her we’re just two people traveling together. It’s easier to just pretend we’re a couple so no one questions us.” you explained, but secretly you were happy the lady called you guys a couple.

You set your bag down by the door, taking in the small bedroom. There was an open window across from the door, the bright moonlight shining into the room. Other than a dresser and a chair, a small mat that was big enough to fit two people laid in the center of the room. Eyeing the singular mattress, the silence turned into an awkward moment of hesitation between the two of you. While Zuko probably felt awkward, you were happy. The thought of snuggling up to him claiming you’re cold as an excuse to be close to him crossed your mind. You were secretly excited.

“So I guess we have no choice but to sleep next to each other,” you started, trying to hide how happy you were feeling.

“What? I’m not going to sleep next to you!” he complained.

“Then where are you sleeping?” you questioned, gesturing to the singular mat. “There’s only one.”

“I’m sleeping on that mat. You can sleep on the chair.” he motioned to the uncomfortable looking chair in the corner.

“What?” there was no way you were going to let him take the mat for himself. “But I’m the woman! You should let me have it.”

He was already pulling out his sleeping bag. “You’re my bodyguard, so sleep on the chair and protect me. A man needs his beauty sleep.”

“Beauty sleep my ass,” you were beginning to grow tired and cranky and laid on the mat next to him. “It’ll be easier to protect you if I’m physically closer to you, don’t you think?”

Zuko’s eyes widened, his eyebrow furrowing in annoyance. “Whatever. Just don’t touch me.” he sighed in defeat, turning his back against you and pulling his blanket up and laying on his side his scar is on.

Your eyes trace the lines of his back muscles that are showing through his thinly made shirt. His shoulders are broad, hair covering his nape. Combing his hair behind him, you get a whiff of his shampoo. You can’t help but stare, even though he isn’t facing you. And suddenly you feel nervous. Too nervous to say anything, too nervous to do anything, too nervous to even breathe. The room is filled with silence, the only faint noise being the single candle in the corner of the room burning. What if you’re breathing too loudly? What if he can hear it? What if he thinks you’re a loud breather?

“No weird pickup line?” Zuko’s voice suddenly breaks the silence and your inner thoughts, his voice soft and low in a careful attempt to not wake the elderly couple.

Has his voice always been laced with such sultry and sexiness? Why was he suddenly making conversation? You thought he wanted to sleep, so why is he asking why you’re not flirting with him? Does he know you’re nervous?

“I thought you wanted to sleep,” a lame excuse, but some part of it was true.

Zuko’s body shifts and he turns on to his other side to face you, laying on his arm as his golden eyes search for yours in the dark. When he finally looks at you, you unintentionally hold your breath. The way he is looking at you makes you nervous. His eyes are staring into yours as if he’s all yours and you’re all his. As if you two are lovers and are sharing an intimate moment of eye contact before a kiss.

“The mattress is a little uncomfortable.” he whispers, his voice small and soft.

Was he already laying this close to you?

A beat of silence passes between the two of you, and his eyes refuse to break contact with yours. “What a spoiled royal,” was the only thing you said, you were feeling a little awkward and unsure of what to say. Normally you felt confident flirting with him, but something about tonight made it feel different.

“Of course you’d say that,” he lets out a small chuckle at your comment, his eyes moving down your body as if he is checking you out.

“You smell nice.” you say after a beat. You don’t know what came over you. Only that you thought it and wanted to say it.

“You’ve always been so straightforward,” he says and you’re not sure if he means that as an insult or compliment. “I admire that about you.”

Zuko admires you? You always thought he didn’t think much of you, but maybe you just thought that way because he never actually voiced his opinion of you.

“These last three years have been different,” he continued. “Good different. Ever since I took the throne I’ve been busy with my duties and haven’t had much time to relax. But spending time with you and getting to know you has been really… great.” Zuko has always been a little awkward, understandable since he often does not speak about his feelings.

“That’s it?” you laugh at his awkwardness. “Just great?”

“I think you’re amazing. Getting to know you has been so fun for me. And I’m starting to feel really comfortable around you. You make me feel safe.”

You make Zuko feel safe? Your heart swells at that compliment. “Well, I would hope so. I’m supposed to keep you safe, too.” you joke, and his eyes light up as he smiles. Or maybe it’s just the candle.

“I’m sorry I doubted your ability to protect me. You are a talented bender and an amazing bodyguard. But I want you to know, I will always be there to protect you, too.” he whispers, voice sweet like honey as he leans closer to you, his eyes moving down to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again.

Zuko is even closer to you now, his face lit up by the moonlight. His tongue peeks out and he licks his bottom lip for a second, wandering eyes flickering down to your lips once again.

“You look beautiful in this light,” you comment, your eyes scanning his features.

“Are you saying I don’t look beautiful in any other light?” he asks, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah, you only look this good when it’s almost completely dark and the only source of light is the moon.” he laughs at your response, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“Can you see my scar?” he asks, insecurity in his voice.

“Yes, and it looks good. Scars build character.” As someone who’s received scars from living out on the streets and constantly getting into fights to rob people, you have a couple scars yourself. Although they may be an imperfection on the skin, all your scars tell a story and are unique to you.

Zuko wonders if you knew that he was feeling insecure about it. He has always been insecure about it since it’s a reminder of what his father did to him, and it’s never helped that he hears people always whispering about it in the palace.

“Do you have any scars?” he asks, unsure if the question is crossing a boundary.

“A couple.”

“Can I… Can I see them?” he anxiously asks you, his voice softer and more submissive. He is afraid you’re going to say no and afraid if you do that it will be awkward.

“Do you just want to see me naked, Zuko? You could’ve just asked.” you tease.

His eyes practically jump out of their sockets. His face flushes and his embarrassment travels down to his neck, red and and feeling even more awkward and nervous than before.

“W-What? That’s not what I meant! I was just—I didn’t mean for it to come off like that! I was only asking that because I’m insecure about my scar and—” Zuko keeps speaking, faster than before and more panicked. You chuckle, amused by how he tries to back himself up. He continues to rant and stutter a bit before you hold up your hand to shush him.

“You know, Zuko, for someone who doesn’t say much, you’re saying an awful lot right now. And you’re not even saying much. You're just rambling on and on.” you lecture, raising an eyebrow to prove your point.

“I’m just a little nervous,” he confesses.

“Why’s that?”

“Because. I can't tell if you’re joking with me when you say the stuff you say.”

“What do I say?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t. What kind of stuff do I say to you?”

He sighs in frustration. He doesn’t want to say it. “Like, like when you called me hot… earlier.”

“You thought I was talking about the fire.”

“Yes, and then you said that you weren’t.” he says all confused; all you’re doing is trying to get him to stop beating around the bush and be straightforward, but it’s too nerve wracking for him.

“Because I wasn’t.”

“Right,”

“Right.” you agree.

“So, then you said—you said you were talking about me.”

“I did say that.”

“Yeah…” he trails off, unable to form a sentence.

“What’s your point? What are you trying to get at?” you’re teasing him. You know exactly what he wants to ask. You know he wants to ask if you have feelings for him, but he’s too afraid you’ll say no and he’s afraid to make it awkward.

Cute.

“I guess what I’m trying to ask is… if you, maybe, perhaps, possibly…”

“Like you?” you finish his question for him. Because if you don’t, he’ll take all night.

He stops himself from saying anything, face full of uncertainty and confusion. He stares at you, waiting—hoping that you will speak first. You have always led the conversations between the two of you, so now that he has to do it, he is lost and looking for help.

“What do you think?” you ask, turning the question on to him. You want to see what he will say.

“I…” Zuko trails off once more. “I would hope so.” His voice is hushed, low and subtle. If you weren’t listening so closely and weren’t so close to him physically, you wouldn’t have heard him. Through his whispering, he sounds hopeful, almost as if he is asking—begging you to feel something for him.

“You would hope so?” you repeat and he nods in response. “And why is that?”

“Because… I think I would feel upset if you didn’t like me.” he confesses, taking a deep breath. He looks as if he is trying to control his breathing. Is he nervous? Turned on? Or does he just have trouble breathing?

You smirk. “Why would you feel upset, Zuko?”

A faint pout forms on his pretty lips. His eyes droop and he looks like he is about to complain. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

You nod.

“I would feel upset because I like you. I like you more than just my bodyguard. I like you more than just a friend. I like you more than just a talented bender who can take my life with a single lightning bolt. I like you more than you can even imagine.” Zuko finally confesses, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“You like me? More than you like your honor?” you joke; you don’t want him feeling so tense around you.

“Yes. A lot more.”

“Good,” is your only response before you lean in. His lips are warm and soft and inviting. You feel your loud heartbeat through your ears and it feels as if the entire world has paused just for the two of you to kiss.

To him, your kiss is intoxicating yet sweet. Addicting, so addicting he wants more. Zuko has never felt aroused by a simple kiss until now. He tilts his head, hopeful to kiss more of you. He feels himself losing control, his thoughts are wandering yet he is still staying put, his hands to himself because even though he wants more, he doesn’t want to make the first move. You have always led the conversations, so he is hoping you will lead this kiss too. Trying to control his breathing through his nose, he can’t help but moan quietly into your mouth, heat reaching his cheeks in embarrassment. He feels you smirk against his lips, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your soft fingertips cup his cheek, gently caressing his scarred skin with a tender love he has never felt before.

His hands hesitantly make their way to your waist, gently wrapping around your middle as he pulls you in closer to him. Zuko presses himself against you, desperate to feel more than just your lips against him. You feel his heart beating hard against your chest, the right grip on your waist firm. He quietly moans against you, slight whimpers being held back as he pushes himself into you, desperate for more. Desperate for something, anything.

“Ah,” he quietly whimpers, his hand grabbing at yours and holding it to his chest. You flex your hand slightly, taking the opportunity to feel his pecs. Someone has been working out. “Please,” he begins. He sounds so desperate; you’ve never heard him like this before, but you like it. “More, I want more. Please, do something.”

Zuko wraps his legs around yours, pushing his hips forward to meet yours, his body desperate for more affection and more friction. He is starting to slip, becoming more and more desperate each passing second. You can feel him through the thin material of his pants, dick hard and pressed up against your body. You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. Looking into Zuko’s eyes, you can see everything he is feeling in them. Aroused, in love, submissive, and breedable desperate.

“Would you like to see my scars?” you ask, earning a gentle smile from him.

“Only if you would like me to see.”

“I don’t mind.” you smile back, pulling away from him and lifting the blanket. Eyeing the wet spot on his crotch, Zuko quickly pulls part of the blanket onto his lap, embarrassed that you noticed.

“Sorry,” he says shyly.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you grin, sitting up and lifting part of your shirt to expose your lower stomach. “See this?” you ask. Zuko sits up with you and leans in slightly to look at your lower stomach. He can’t tell if you have been stabbed or sliced, but whatever happened, the scar looks deep and painful. “Got it in an assisination mission.”

“It must’ve hurt,” he whispers, his fingertips reaching out towards it. He looks up at you, eyes asking for permission to touch your scar. When you nod, his fingers gently ghost over the imperfection, feeling it slowly.

“Well I killed him, so he was probably in more pain than I was.” you laugh, remembering the man you killed.

“Do you have any more?” His eyes are full of curiosity, eager to learn more about your past and about your body.

“I have one on my thigh,” you tell him.

Zuko eyes your pajama pants. “You don’t have to show me. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to take off my pants?” you joke. “I see how it is…”

“No! Of course I would like to see. Please?” he smiles shyly, hoping you’ll say yes.

“Hmm, I don’t know… you don’t seem very desperate to see…”

Zuko shakes his head in defeat, giving into you as he leans in. He kisses your cheek sweetly, his lips slowly moving down towards your neck. “Please,” he whispers. He leaves slow and sweet kisses, his hand coming up to your thigh to caress it. His large hand glides upwards on your thigh, nearing where you want it the most. “Please, show me…” his hand stops, gripping your thigh.

“Since you wanna see that bad, I suppose I could show you.” you begin to unlace your pants.

“You just wanted to see me beg,”

“Well, yes. And it was nice. I quite enjoyed it.” you laugh, kicking off your pants so you’re wearing nothing but your underwear and your top. Zuko looks, stares, admires your beauty. He looks down at the scar, smaller than the one on your stomach, but it still looks painful.

“I got stabbed. Another assassination.”

“Did you end up killing them?”

“Yeah, so no biggie.”

Zuko is quiet, unsure of what he should do. Should he let you talk about it, or should he ask about it? You’re quiet and he doesn’t know if that’s because you want something else, or if you don’t want to talk about it. Unsure, he leans down, his lips leaving a gentle kiss on your scar. At the same time, he eyes your underwear, a wet spot forming where he wants to kiss the most. He looks up, feeling himself grow hard again.

“Even with your scars, you are still beautiful.” he whispers, leaning up to leave a kiss on your lips.

“I know that, Zuko. I never said I didn’t feel beautiful because of my scars.”

“Oh,” he feels so stupid. Why did he assume you felt ugly with all your scars? You were not like him. “Sorry.”

“If you’re so sorry, make it up to me.” you smirk and lift your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him.

His eyes begin to wander, trying to memorize the curve of your breasts and where your scar is on your stomach. Leaning down, he buries his face into your chest. He leaves a gentle kiss on one of your nipples, his hand coming up to massage the other. His entire hand wraps around your breast, squeezing and kneading as he opens his mouth around your nipple, sucking on the skin. He leaves wet kisses as his lips move down on your body, stopping to kiss your stomach scar. Laying you back down, he starts kissing your lower stomach as his fingertips tease the band of your underwear. Your hips jerk up, signaling to him that he needs to do something. Gently pulling your underwear down and off, he crawls between your legs, eager to please you.

You spread your legs, exposing your wetness to his lips. He leans in, tongue carefully licking at you. You let a breath out, tugging on his locks to where you need him the most. He moans, almost more excited than you are and sucks on your clit. When you pull his hair, desperate for him to be tougher, he moans again, his hips grinding against the mattress in an attempt to relieve himself. Zuko pulls away for a second, sitting up in front of you. He pulls at his pants, impatiently yanking them down as he frees himself. His cock springs upwards, and he moans in relief.

“Can I touch myself?” he begs, his voice a whimper as he leans back down, face in between your legs again.

You nod and he leans back into you again, his tongue working at your clit again and sucking on it. One of his hands grips your thigh, slowly making its way to your entrance. His other hand strokes himself, his hips bucking into his own hand as his other hand begins to tease your entrance. You’re practically dripping, hips bucking up into his face as he pushes himself into you. Zuko’s fingers rub at your entrance, a mix of his saliva and your arousal allowing him to push a finger into you. He moans into you, his finger curving as he strokes himself faster. His hips desperately fuck into his hand as his lips desperately suck on to your clit. He moans, excited to please you as he also pleases himself. Feeling him moan and whimper against you and seeing him so desperate for his release he touches himself has you gripping his roots and pulling him into you. Your grip on him is strong and hurts, but arouses him more and his moans begin to grow louder.

“Ngh, fuck,” he pants, his hand stroking his dick. “You taste so good.”

“You’re too loud, Zuko,” it’s late at night and the elderly couple housing the two of you might hear and that would be absolutely mortifying.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” he moans again, pulling away to bite down on his lip. His hair has been messed up and there is a blush on his cheeks, his lips wet with your arousal and his saliva.

He leans down again, inserting a second finger and curling them, making you let out a loud moan. You cover your mouth with your other hand as the other one continues to grip his hair. He licks at you in desperation, eager and determined to make you orgasm. His long and thick fingers move in and out of you as he continues sucking at your clit, licking and tasting it as you move your hips towards him faster.

“Ahh,” he whimpers again, moaning against you as you desperately buck your hips upwards, the vibrations of his moans and the sweet sound of his whimpers sending you over the edge. Your legs wrap around his neck and he continues to finger you, his own hips moving faster as he fucks himself. The moans you let out make him move faster, desperate to hear you as he pleasures himself. He shakes, thrusts staggered as he finishes off of your moans and your own orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your heavy breaths and Zuko’s kisses he leaves on your thigh and stomach again, making sure to kiss your scars as well.

“So…” he begins. “Do you like me? Or….”

“What?” you ask, out of breath.

“Well, you never said if you do or not.” he questions, sitting up and reaching for his bag to look for something to clean you up.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him. “I thought it was obvious.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re so clueless,” you smack his head playfully. “Yes, I do. I wasn’t lying the previous times I hinted at it.”

“Good,” he breathes a sigh of relief before kissing you again.

•••

“I told you that you were too loud!” you nag Zuko, angrily shoving his shoulder as the two of of you walk down the road in the middle of the night after being kicked out of the elderly couple’s house.

“Me? You were the one who wouldn’t shut the fuck up!” he rubs his shoulder in an attempt to soothe it. You were much stronger than you looked.

“No stupid, that was you! You were louder than me and got us kicked out! See what you did!” you yelled.

“Oh, shut up! You liked it!” Zuko fires back, rolling his eyes.

••• a/n: bye i didn’t even mean to write smut it j happened 💀

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soft-mafia · 6 months

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Buggy Headcanons (NSFW + SFW)

warnings: mentions of female reader, the NSFW isn’t separated from the SFW it’s kind of mixed in

a/n: I wanted to do some more Buggy headcanons to get my creative juices flowing loool

• The man stress eats(and drinks), when he’s frustrated over another encounter with straw hat, or a failed treasure hunt, he’ll sit on his throne or in his quarters and shovel food into his mouth. Whenever you’re sitting on his lap he can accidentally get a whole lot of crumbs on you.

• He’ll have days when all he wants to do is fuck. He’ll have sex with you for hours, until the room smelled like sweat and raw sex. His hairy torso pressed up against your back while he’s holding you down, grunting like a bull as he cums in you for what feels like the millionth time. Of course he takes breaks after every round, giving himself a breather while he either holds you close to him, or plays with your sopping pussy.

• The most annoying thing about sleeping with him at night is when he’s spooning you, he sometimes snores right into your ear. And it’s loud, especially when he gets choked on his own mucus and goes into a loud coughing fit.

• As soon as he gets into his quarters after a long day of pillaging and pirating— his clothes as off. As soon as that door closes he’s already in his underwear flopped onto the bed.

• He always makes sure that you’re eating. Even when you’re full or not hungry he’ll shove some food into your mouth or hand feed you a fruit or something. And he’d always do it at the worst times too, whenever you’re talking to one of his pirates about something, or if you’re talking to him, he’ll his hold a piece of food up to your mouth like you’re an animal(or his floating hand will just show up beside you) and he’ll expect you to take it, and if you don’t he’ll just shove it into your face again.

• Buggy loves grabbing your ass, especially when you least expect it, he’ll pull you into a firm embrace, and when you think he’s just being all lovey dovey— your eyes go wide when you feel his strong hands gripping your ass, your face going red as you feel his deep laughter rumble in his chest.

• He goes crazy over chin scratches, will literally go loopy when you scritch him.

• It’s hard getting all of his thick cock to properly fit into your mouth in one go, so he takes his time easing your lips around him. His muscled thighs twitching in his pants, grunts escaping him as he guides you through it. “Yeah.. that’s it, all the way down that pretty throat.” He chuckles gravely behind grit teeth, “You’d think you’d get used to it by now!” He laughs. Gently holding your head while watching your cheeks puff out with his cock is one of his favorite things about blowjobs.

• Gets jealous and protective whenever he’s around someone he sees as a threat to your relationship. It’s kind of a similar situation to his nose, where he’s so insecure he thinks everybody is out to steal you from him. You’re with him while he’s talking to somebody he sees as stronger and more attractive than he is(impossible), they’re speaking to him about something but he’s not listening to because he’s thinking about them stealing you and you running off with them. Buggy growls and randomly blurts out, “HANDS OFF MY GIRL, SHE’S MINE!” Which leads you, and the person in question confused.

• There was an incident where Mr. 3 sarcastically asked Buggy if he had to choose between Y/n and the one piece, Buggy just stood there with his mouth open, looking between you and 3, genuinely torn between the two options. You were rightfully pissed and didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day. While you were giving him the silent treatment, he was an emotional rollercoaster, going from whining, to straight up shouting at you. “Come on baby it was hypotheticalllll!!” “STOP BEING DRAMATIC!!” “At least look at me when I’m talking to you!!!” “LOOK AT ME Y/N!!!”

• Sometimes he does things to try and get you to laugh, and every time he does something that unintentionally makes a fool out of himself, and usually it always gets you to break and burst out into laughter.

• Buggy is by no means a 5 star chef but one time he tried to do something nice and surprise you with breakfast in bed. The typical bacon and egg smiley face breakfast. It was so adorable that you didn’t even complain about the burnt to a crisp, tasteless bacon.

• He lets you deal with his hair because it’s too much of a hassle for him, you have the honor of washing it, deep conditioning it, brushing all of the knots out of his hair(with the plus of him shouting and complaining at you during the entire process), and styling it into his hat.

• Buggy loves neck kisses, as if his neck isn’t just begging to be kissed. He’s a sucker for when you hold his jaw and lean in, then gently brush your lips over his thick, muscled neck before pressing a soft kiss to it, it makes him shiver and blush every time.

• You’re the only one who he has ever let touch his nose It’s a privilege you get from being his. He obviously doesn’t like it, and he never lets it go as far as a typical kiss or nose boop, he’ll turn away to grumble and frown about it, but it always leaves him flustered every time. It gets him to shut up as well, it’s like an off button, if you’re having a heated discussion with him and you know you’re right— just boop the snoot and he backs down.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #opla #one piece live action #one piece smut

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solarsa1nt · 3 months

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𐚁֙࿐ NIGHTMARE

ryōmen sukuna x fem!reader

Tags — fluff , hurt/comfort , nightmares , background established yuuji/reader

Notes — none

With a gasp, Y/N shoots awake, hands clenched tightly into the sheets as she breathes heavily, cold sweat running down her face.

Another nightmare? Y/N wonders, goosebumps spreading across her skin from the cold as she glances at the alarm clock that was set on the nightstand next to her.

3:17 a.m.

Y/N let's out a tired sigh, laying back down as she glances at her still asleep boyfriend, grateful she hadn't waken him up.

Turning the other way, Y/N curls into herself, seeking the warmth the blanket failed to provide, her efforts being ultimately worthless as another shudder runs down her spine.

She could... Y/N frowns pensively, sitting up again to look down at Yuuji.

He let me stay last time but... Chewing on her lip until blood starts to spill, Y/N puts a hesitant hand on her boyfriend's body, cursed energy reaching down—

In an instant, Y/N felt herself falling, landing into room-tempature water as she glances up at the king of curses, who in turn gives her a bored look.

"Again?" Sukuna quirks an eyebrow, head cocking to the side in curiosity— or an act of curiosity, Y/N could never really tell when he was being genuine.

"Sorry..." Y/N ducks her head down in shame, already regretting her impulsive decision.

She should have just dealt with it, why would she think this is a good idea? Should've just counted herself lucky she didn't die last time and—

"If I wanted you gone, you would be gone." Sukuna scoffs, closing his main pair of eyes as his other stay watching Y/N.

"Huh? How..."

"Unlike the brat, I'm not blind, you look like a kicked puppy." Sukuna scoffs before his expression falls back to one of boredom.

"I couldn't care less about what you do, just don't be annoying." Sukuna waves a dismissive hand at her as his other props up his head.

"R-Right..." Y/N nods, pushing herself up to sit on one of the skulls near the bottom of the throne, not wanting to spend anymore time in the water.

Although, her clothes were surprisingly dry. Did the water not affect clothing?

Tucking her knees to her chest, Y/N leans forward with her eyes drooping shut, exhaustion catching up to her as she wobbles between the line of falling asleep and consciousness.

Y/N's eyes scrunch further shut out of discomfort, burying her face further in her knees as her eyes threaten to open, skin feeling all to tight as she shifts uncomfortably.

Before her state could spiral downwards further, cursed energy wraps around her tightly, grounding her as she shakily exhales.

Y/N didn't end up processing who exactly did that until morning, as she fell unconscious soon after.

Sukuna looks down at Y/N unconscious figure, expression blank for a moment before he rises, walking down to stand in front of her.

"It's like you have no grasp I could kill you at any moment." Sukuna grins in amusement, hooking an arm under her knees as the other rests of her back, her head lolling over to rest against his chest

"What a fool." Despite the harsh words, there was a fond look in his eyes as Sukuna looks down at the sleeping girl in his hold.

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ladyempty · 22 days

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Yan! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

° | !English is not my first language! |

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. |

For Rhaenyra, being attached to you since birth was normal. You were born together, with Rhaenyra clinging tightly to your heel with no intention of breaking free or parting.

It was just his birthright above any title or throne. It was the other half of her soul, a life that had blossomed with her in her mother's womb and was destined to stay that way.

Together. united for an eternity that would extend beyond life and death.

This was how things should be, and she cared little about the laws of men or the condemnation of the seven. Dragon blood flowed through his veins. Proof of your rights.

In the early years, the princess' behavior was not seen with suspicious or malicious looks, she was just a sister wanting her company. What was wrong?

Even though it raised eyebrows every time the young princess became excessively irritated when you mentioned other ladies or had the opportunity to discuss matters deeper with them. Why did you need others? Rhaenyra was there, blood of her blood, with an infinite desire to listen to you.

King Viserys reassured the worried with soft, relaxed smiles and negligent behavior. He was blind to the situation unfolding in front of him.

Rhaenyra has always been obstinate and somewhat petty, her worst personality traits always came to the surface when the subject was related to you. Has another lady looked at you excessively? Rhaenyra would spare no bitter words or the cruelest lies her mind could come up with.

The princess also had no qualms or shame about skipping boring classes with the Septas or taking you out of your classes with the Miestres just to fly with you through the skies with her dragons or steal lemon cakes from the kitchen.

But when you want to teach her something or read some old book that has suddenly become very interesting, she never protests.

Sharing your attention, even with your parents, is out of the question. She's the only person you need to worry about.

And don't doubt your ability to be manipulative or play mind games. She will definitely cry and pout if you try to reprimand her behavior in any way.

How could you do this to your younger sister? She just cares so much about you!

Her behavior only gets worse as she enters adolescence • The hormones and feelings that arise, controlling your thoughts and actions.

She will certainly overhear and have conversations about courtship and knights in shining armor with other court ladies. Even though Rhaenyra found them all boring and annoyingly silly, the conversations about the other boys were interesting. • Every time one of the girls told, between laughs, something new she had done with a gentleman, Rhaenyra couldn't stop letting her thoughts wander. • What if it was her and you? • If it were her and you secretly exchanging kisses in the empty, forgotten corners of the fortress? • The feeling of tingling and restlessness in the belly. A heat that quickly rose through your body until your cheeks were red. • She knew these thoughts were not correct or appropriate. She knew of the Septas' countless boring monologues about purity, women's duty, etc.

The kind of thing she had never paid attention to before. But she found herself being terrorized and reflecting more and more in recent days.

The thoughts that haunted his dreams at dusk became more constant. With only the moon as a witness to his restlessness and confusion. • She just knew she needed you. She needed something that even she didn't know what it was. But it was running through his veins on instinct. • The girl suddenly became more demanding with your attention focused solely on her. She felt bitter and betrayed by any mere exchange of glances between you and any other woman or man. Lady or not. Lord or servant.

The Gods granted her such beautiful eyes for the sole purpose of looking at her alone. • She felt possessive and angry. With a growing pain, deadly and bitter, as fierce as if you were hers and had been unfaithful.

And when she heard whispers about the possibility of a marriage being arranged for you, She knew she couldn't keep her feelings quiet any longer.

No. She wouldn't sit by and watch you belong to someone less deserving.

I couldn't bear to see your other half give himself to someone other than her.

You were born to burn with her. And it was time for others to know this.

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ystrike1 · 5 months

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Savage Castle - By 별보라 (8.5/10)

The false King is weak. Bad for the nation, but never fear. The true King has not given up. He is in hiding. He lives as a servant, and his master is a pathetic woman. A stupid young girl who is obsessively possessive. Staying by her side was the perfect cover. Whoops. He's madly, mutually obsessed too.

Else tried very hard to be kind, but it never worked out for her. Being a good daughter brought her only pain, and suffering. Her brother, the heir, died. Her mother, her father's beloved, can no longer give birth. She is the last child they can rely on. The only one they can marry off, and sadly her noble line isn't that famous.

Her parents eternally mourn the death of her brother. She is inferior. He was the one they wanted. Else is very sickly, and she's not very smart or charming. The only good thing about her is her looks. I'm not saying her parents are the worst parents. They don't beat her or anything. Heck, her father lets her enjoy her toxic servant lover before marriage.

It's the expectation.

Else is expected to bear a child, even though it will likely kill her. That's all her parents want from her too. They don't give her love. They played with their beloved dead son, but never her. This is the fate of a girl child in a middling noble family. If she had more siblings maybe her life would be happier, but being an only child is not her fault. It is not her fault that her parents only see her as a tool, when they're in love! It's so cruel. The Lady and Lord are in a loving marriage, but they never spared a drop of affection for their surviving child.

Even though Else is WILLING to marry and give up her life, just to please them.

Else and "Ian" (he's actually the rightful King Sybil. Dethroned at age six. The country is currently being run by a corrupt Duke)

They were friends.

When Ian became a servant he didn't expect to make a friend. He didn't want to. Else was a total brat to him. She slapped him when she wanted attention....but when he showed her kindness she showed him kindness in return.

It was all she wanted....until she grew up and her need for affection grew too.

Ok.

Else believes Ian is in a relationship with Ivana. A maid.

Are you ready?

Ian and Else have been bed partners for 2 years, as of the beginning of the story.

Else thinks she is the villain.

She is stealing Ian from his true love, Ivana, out of desire. She sees herself as a monster. Jealousy consumes her. She hits Ivana if the maid ever dares to appear in front of her.

Ivana is secretly a Knight who belongs to Sybil. She is extremely loyal and extremely obsessed with putting her King back on the throne. Her real name is Leina.

Leina believes the Else will be killed off when the King rises back up to his rightful place. Leina sees Else as an annoying, immature, pervert and frankly she's kinda right, but she idolizes Sybil. She's way more annoying than Else.

Else gradually becomes a sympathetic protagonist. She wants to be kind. Her life is just too harsh to allow it.

Leina is a sadistic knight who daydreams about beheading every enemy in the King's shadow. Her extreme black and white mindset is a big red flag.

Sybil is completely willing to sleep with Else. He doesn't tell her that. He lets her suffer. He lets her believe he loves "Ivana". He encourages her jealousy on purpose.

He likes it.

When she hits him he thinks to himself...

"This feels like a kiss."

Sybil is a giant yandere, but he doesn't realize that for a while. He thinks he will leave Else behind for his throne, but his obsession gets worse, and he drags her to the capital.

He encourages her deepest, darkest desires.

He doesn't want her to get married because of her fathers will.

He doesn't want her to love her family at all.

He won't admit it, but he's been waiting.

He wants Else to beg him for salvation.

He wants her to say she loves him more than her family.

She doesn't say that, because deep down she's still naive as hell.

Else knows she must end their relationship. Ian is a servant. Being with her in public isn't an option for him. She took him as her lover. He didn't have a choice. She's been in agony.

Thinking about how to right her wrongs, before she marries.

Her marriage nears, and she's excited.

She wants to show Ian her sincerity. She doesn't expect him to love her. She thinks he hates her.

She blesses his marriage.

Else opens a jewelry box. She's been saving up little gems and coins for him....and Ivana.

Right before her wedding she frees him of his slave status. She tells him to live happily with his true love. She thanks him for being a bright spot in her lonely life. She says his fake love helped her survive.

He gets angry. So angry. I can't even include pictures, because he gets extremely violent. Obviously he takes her after he takes power. Conveniently she's pregnant with his baby too.

Sybil isn't an angel for his beloved. He's a rough guy who's been doing espionage crimes to reclaim his throne since he was like...twelve? Else is his polar opposite, but he loves her. He insults Else, because she's not evil enough. He can't believe she's still willing to go to another man, even though she loves him.

Her logic shatters. He forgets that Else was supposed to be a game. A bed parter to play with before his crown returns to his hand.

He wants her too.

More than she wants him.

The Queen, and the crown.

He'll take both.

#Savage Castle #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon

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allywthsr · 5 months

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EARLY CHRISTMAS | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando celebrate an early Christmas with Carlos and Rebecca

wordcount: 1.5k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: Rebecca is Carlos‘ girlfriend

notes: what are we thinking? I hope you are okay with me using Rebecca?

advent calendar

”When are they coming, baby?“

”Carlos sent me a message, that they landed about an hour ago, with collecting their luggage and getting a taxi, they should be here any minute, my love.“

You were currently waiting for Carlos and his girlfriend Rebecca to arrive at your Monaco home. Lando and you invited the two for your annual early Christmas, which you always held with Carlos, last year it was still with Isa, but this year it was Rebecca. You‘ve met her before, and you two got along, but today you wanted to get to know her better, you wanted Rebecca to have someone she could come to during a race and whenever she needed someone.

Lando came into the kitchen, where you were checking, again, if all the foods were ready to eat, ”I know you love Isa, but please give Rebecca a chance, she‘s the new girlfriend of Carlos and we gotta accept it“, he closed his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug, with a peck to your forehead he tried to comfort you.

He knew how heavy your heart was today, for the five years you two had been together, the four of you always celebrated Christmas early, with a feast, and sitting under the tree to open presents. Each year it was held at someone else’s house, five years ago, Lando and you started and celebrated in Woking, where Lando had his house at that time, the year after that it was held in Spain, where Carlos had his own house, and the rest of the years continued like that. This year it was Lando’s and your turn, and you hosted it in your Monaco home.

You already called Isa today, not to rub it in her face or anything, you wouldn’t even have mentioned that it happened, if she hadn’t started talking about it herself.

She knew you always held it around this time, and she also knew how you felt, she felt the same way. Isa might not be in a relationship with Carlos anymore, but she cared about you and Lando, she missed you as equally as you missed her. When you joined Lando at his first GP, she was the one who started talking to you and introduced you to the wag world. Ever since you tried to meet up with her regularly, which, thanks to Formula One, happened often. Now it was less often, you tried to talk over the phone every week, but with work and other stuff, you two rarely found the time.

She asked you about the food you served and what kind of presents you got everyone, she even told you that Carlos would love the gift you got him. It was a self-designed golf bag, with chili’s and the Spanish flag all over it, it may be a simple thing, but you knew he would love it.

For Rebecca, you got a gift set from your favorite skincare brand, a pair of fuzzy socks, some tea, and a mug for the tea. You didn’t know what she would like, so you got her some obvious things almost every girl likes. You got a simple bracelet for Lando, it was a leather band and had your and his initials engraved in it. It wasn’t his actual Christmas present, that was wrapped and waited for actual Christmas to come.

Lando got Carlos a fan collection of the game of Thrones series, the DVDs in a special edition case, mostly just for decoration purposes instead for the DVDs, but it was the special steal edition and Carlos would love it. For Rebecca, he got her a bathing set, might be boring but you two didn’t know her enough to get her something more for her.

The four presents were safely wrapped in wrapping paper under the tree, Lando’s were a bit more wonky and uneven, but you insisted he wrapped it himself, it was more special that way.

With one last kiss to Lando’s lips, you freed yourself from his grip and went into the living room, where you switched on the lights on the tree and lit the candles on the table.

You sighed at the idea of hosting someone else than Isa, but before you could spend another thought to that, the doorbell rang and Lando and you went to open the door.

Carlos was wearing a hoodie and some denim, while Rebecca was wearing a red sparkly dress and held a bouquet in her hands.

”Hey you guys, come inside“, you ushered them inside and before you could say another thing, Rebecca gave you the flowers with a: ”these are for you“, and hugged you shortly. You returned the hug and kissed her cheeks, and you gave Carlos a big hug, you hadn’t seen him since the last race. Lando gave Carlos a big hug as well and gave Rebecca a friendly squeeze. You two didn’t know her enough to greet her like an old friend.

The two put their presents under the tree and settled at the table after a trip to the bathroom to wash their hands. Lando filled everyone’s glasses with their drink wishes and sat down next to you, touching your thigh to try and calm you down, without Isa, it wasn’t the same.

”So, what have you done so far during the break?“, you looked at Carlos and Rebecca and waited for someone to answer.

”Just chill and enjoy the peace.“

Carlos nodded with Rebecca's words and you smiled at her. The uncomfortable silence was loud and you let out a sigh.

”Who’s ready for the starter?“

You and Lando got up and went into the kitchen, you were about to grab the pot of sweet potato soup and pour it into the plates, but Lando grabbed your waist before you could and pulled you to his chest.

”Please baby, relax. It’s going to be fine, the beginning is awkward, but I’m sure it's fine after the starters.“

You nodded and grabbed the ladle, filling the plate with the soup. Lando and you brought the plates back to the table, you sat down and wished everyone to enjoy their meal.

During the starters, things did get more comfortable, everyone started talking and laughing. You got to know Rebecca more, and saw another side of her than the media. She asked questions back and genuinely seemed interested.

”And now you work for quadrant?“

”Yes, I keep track of every video, and also some merch inquirers come my way.“

”That’s interesting!“

”It is, and you are a model?“

”Yep, I think it’s fun, you always look pretty and I like having my picture taken.“

You nodded while scooping the last bit of your dessert in your mouth.

Lando also relaxed after he saw you and Rebecca talking so openly, the girls cleaned the table while the boys settled already on the couch, to open the present in a second. You placed the plates on the counter, to put them into the dishwasher once you had the time, but you joined your boyfriend and Carlos on the couch, the boys already excited to see what they got.

Everyone grabbed one present and you opened yours first, it was from Rebecca. Underneath the wrapping paper hid a luxurious phone case, it was your favorite luxurious brand and fitted your phone perfectly. You quickly hugged her and thanked her multiple times, Lando opened his present next. It was yours, he opened the lid from the box and his eyes lit up, ”Thank you, baby! I love it.“

He held it to you and his wrist as well, indicating that he wanted you to put it on, you quickly closed the band and stroked over the back of his hand. Lando kissed your cheek and looked at Carlos, waiting for him to open Lando’s present.

When he ripped the paper from the metal box, he let out a gasp, ”Cabrón! I love it, thank you“, he boxed against Lando’s arm and smiled down at the collection.

Rebecca opened hers last, it was yours, she loved the tea and the mug, but especially the skincare set you got her, she said she needed new skincare stuff and always wanted to try this brand.

Presents were opened until only the wrapping paper lay under the tree, everyone liked their gifts and you could relax. Carlos couldn’t wait to go golfing with Lando and his new golf bag tomorrow. Rebecca was a sweetheart and you could see yourself spending more time with her while the boys were playing golf and in the paddock, introducing her to the others like Isa had done with you.

You were already excited for next year.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas #carlos sainz

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Hello everything is fine? you could write Aemond engaged to Y/n wanting to take her virginity before marriage

EVERYTHING IS GROOVY, DUDE, THANKS FOR ASKING.

I've taken kind of a diary entry approach to this. There is basically no plot. Y'all know the drill.

Warnings: Smut, duh. Word count: ~1000

Before the betrothal

Aemond nods solemnly when his mother breaks the news that he is to be betrothed. He had known this day would come and accepted it as his duty to House Targaryen. He was to be wed to a noble girl from a noble house in order to strengthen Aegon’s claim to the throne. He has no thoughts of his future bride beyond doing what he must for the good of his family.

First meeting

Her hair that falls in soft, loose waves almost to her waist. She is small and slight. Her gown hugs her figure like a second skin. Aemond’s mouth runs dry as he takes in her bright eyes and rose petal lips. He clears his throat, remembering to introduce himself when his mother nudges him in the ribs. He had not expected her to be so beautiful. “Is she really going to be mine?!”

Nine months before the wedding

While Aemond knew she was beautiful, he had not anticipated being captivated by more than her looks. He is delighted to find that she is quick witted, intelligent and fierce - most importantly she is unafraid of him. His breath catches when she touches his arm when he makes her laugh. She does not leave his mind from that point onwards.

Six months before the wedding

They are finding more and more excuses to spend time alone together. Aemond cannot keep her out of his thoughts. Shameful as it is, he finds himself with his fist around his hardened cock each evening while he thinks about the softness of her skin, the way her lips part and the glint she gets in her eye when she looks at him. He cannot help but wonder how it would feel to be buried inside of her. Six turns of the moon feels like an agonisingly long time to wait to find out.

He is taken aback one day when she presses a soft kiss to his cheek. He surprises her in return by turning his face and capturing her lips. It quickly turns heated and his eye goes wide when he feels her tongue slide against his, no one has ever kissed him like that before. Hands from both sides grope where they ought not to, and Aemond has to quickly excuse himself as his erection presses painfully against the lacings of his breeches.

Three months before the wedding

Aemond has discreetly read every book that the Red Keep’s library has to offer on the act of physical love. Underneath his stoic demeanour he is giddy with anticipation at all of the things he and his betrothed will get to try when they are wed. Yet, it is still months away, and he is losing patience. His interest is piqued when he discovers a tome on the art of pleasures of the flesh that do not involve fornication.

A few days later, Aemond and his lady find themselves cinched in another passionate embrace. What Aemond has read springs to mind and desperation and curiosity get the better of him.

She gasps a quiet “what are you doing?!” as he crouches down and pushes at her skirts.

“Trust me” he whispers back, before pressing his face between her legs and licking a hot, wet line along her cunny.

He groans at the squeak she elicits, hand finding its way to his cock and fisting it as he feasts upon her soaking centre. Hot ropes of pearly spend coat his fingers as he climaxes with a grunt when she finally comes undone around his tongue. He has never tasted anything more divine.

The night before the wedding

Having spent every available opportunity exploring each other’s bodies and pleasuring each other without breaching her virtue, Aemond can hardly wait for them to finally become one, his body aches with the need to be inside of her. He knows they mustn't see each other the night before the wedding and yet he cannot stay away.

He steals away into her bedchamber and, before he knows it, they are naked and tangled together in her sheets. He is stunned when she straddles him. He hisses as he feels the wet heat of her cunt press against his hardened length.

“We are supposed to wait.” He says, voice thick with lust, offering no real objection.

She giggles. “We are. I am not going to take you inside. My handmaiden told me how to do this and I’ve been dying to try it.”

“Well, who am I to deny my lady?” He asks with a sly smirk.

His jaw goes slack, his eye fluttering closed as she slides herself up and down his erection, rolling her hips against his without him ever breaching her entrance. The tip catches her there a few times, but she is quick to pull away, placing him back at her pearl and applying pressure where she needs it most.

His mind is foggy with pleasure. If this is what it feels like just to have her rub against him, what must it feel like to be inside? His stomach muscles tense and his stones tighten as he feels the first licks of his climax tease at his lower back. He can tell from how her pace has begun to falter and how her moans have turned to breathy pants that she is close too.

Her arousal soaks his lap as she falls apart above him and he finally allows himself release, gripping her hips and splattering his stomach as he bucks up at her.

After taking a moment to come back to reality, they stare at each other, both huffing a small laugh as they try to catch their breath.

Aemond swipes two fingers across his abdomen, collecting his milky spend and pressing it to her lips. She wraps her lips around the digits, sucking them clean with a contented hum and he grins at her.

“Just think.” He purrs at her. “Tomorrow I will finally spill my seed inside of you.”

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daenerystargaryen06 · 4 months

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"How beautiful, the queen tried to tell herself, but inside her was some foolish little girl who could not help but look about for Daario. If he loved you, he would come and carry you off at swordpoint, as Rhaegar carried off his northern girl, the girl in her insisted, but the queen knew that was folly..." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VII

"I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb." -A Storm of Swords -Jon XII

Daenerys wanting Daario to carry her off at sword point, and Jon thinking of stealing Val for her love. Two parallels of one girl wanting to be stolen, and one boy wanting to steal someone. Both for love.

"None of them had ever seen a direwolf before, he realized, and Ghost was twice as large as the common wolves that prowled their southron greenwoods. As he walked toward the armory, Jon chanced to look up and saw Val standing in her tower window. I'm sorry, he thought. I'm not the man to steal you out of there." -A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

"Even if her captain was mad enough to attempt it, the Brazen Beasts would cut him down before he got within a hundred yards of her." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VII

Jon is sorry he can't steal away Val, and Daenerys reflects on the fact that even if Daario did attempt to carry her off at sword point, he'd be cut down.

Both Jon and Daenerys have a sense of romanticism in their POV's. Both are hopeless romantics (perhaps Daenerys more so than Jon in a sense). Both want love, despite denying it deep down. Jon because he's a man of the Night's Watch and a bastard. Daenerys because she is a Queen over her people and accepts duty over giving in to "girlish" thoughts.

Both had found love within confinement. Jon having fallen for Ygritte while pretending to be on the Freefolk's side. Daenerys having found a twisted love in Drogo after being sold to him as a bridal slave. Both were coerced into sexual relations with Ygritte and Drogo. Both had to watch Ygritte and Drogo die (and Dany killed Drogo out of mercy).

"He found Ygritte sprawled across a patch of old snow beneath the Lord Commander's Tower, with an arrow between her breasts. The ice crystals had settled over her face, and in the moonlight it looked as though she wore a glittering silver mask [...] "Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying. -A Storm of Swords - Jon VII

"And when the bleak dawn broke over an empty horizon, Dany knew that he was truly lost to her. “When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,” she said sadly. “When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.” Never, the darkness cried, never never never. Inside the tent Dany found a cushion, soft silk stuffed with feathers. She clutched it to her breasts as she walked back out to Drogo, to her sun-and-stars. If I look back I am lost. It hurt even to walk, and she wanted to sleep, to sleep and not to dream. She knelt, kissed Drogo on the lips, and pressed the cushion down across his face." -A Game of Thrones - Daenerys IX

Both Jon and Daenerys have also found interest again after the deaths of Ygritte and Drogo. Jon wants Val, and Daenerys sleeps with Daario and may perhaps love him, but doubts over her relations with Daario. Both focus on their duties over giving in to what they really want. Daenerys even marries again for peace over giving in to what she really wants.

Both Jon and Daenerys think of having children, but push away the ideal. Jon due to being a member of the Night's Watch and a bastard. Daenerys due to thinking she is barren/cursed by Mirri Maz Duur and can never again have a child born from her.

Jon reflects that if he ever had a son, he'd name him Robb after his brother. Daenerys when pregnant with Drogo's child names her son Rhaego after her brother.

Jon is the secret son of Rhaegar and Lyanna. Lyanna is associated with blue winter roses:

"He was walking through the crypts beneath Winterfell, as he had walked a thousand times before. The Kings of Winter watched him pass with eyes of ice, and the direwolves at their feet turned their great stone heads and snarled. Last of all, he came to the tomb where his father slept, with Brandon and Lyanna beside him. "Promise me, Ned," Lyanna's statue whispered. She wore a garland of pale blue roses, and her eyes wept blood." -A Game of Thrones - Eddard XIII

"Robert had been jesting with Jon and old Lord Hunter as the prince circled the field after unhorsing Ser Barristan in the final tilt to claim the champion's crown. Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost." -A Game of Thrones - Eddard XV

When Daenerys has visions in the House of the Undying, she sees the Wall:

"A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . ." -A Clash of Kings - Daenerys IV

Jon is the 'blue flower' she sees growing from the wall of ice, filling the air with 'sweetness'. Jon is Lyanna's son. Both carry blue flower representation.

Jon also wants to know everything there is about his mother; who she was, if she loved him, what sort of person she was. Just alike to how Daenerys wants to learn and know everything she can about Rhaegar, as she also idolizes him in a sense. Both have thoughts about these people. Jon constantly thinks about his mother (Lyanna even if he does not know yet who she is); Daenerys often thinks of Rhaegar (despite never knowing him). Both think of these people despite them already being gone from the world, and both only wish they could have known who they truly were as people and can only guess how Lyanna and Rhaegar would've thought or acted.

Jon thinks of having dragons at the Wall:

"We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted on sledges and turntables so we could move them. It was a futile thought. He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three." -A Storm of Swords - Jon VIII

When Jon dies, Daenerys hears a wolf howling in the distance:

"Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

Both have an association/thought relating to one another's animal sigil/companion. Jon thinks of wishing for three dragons (Daenerys' house sigil and her dragon children). Daenerys hears a wolf howling when Jon dies, making her feel sad and lonely (Jon's house sigil through Lyanna/Ned and his direwolf Ghost).

Both Jon and Daenerys dream of home. Daenerys with the house with the red door and the lemon tree. Jon with Winterfell.

Both are estranged from their families (Jon being at the Wall. Daenerys being in Essos and the last of her family having died).

Both have lost their brothers in different means. Both have had their mothers die from childbirth and never got to meet them. Both of their fathers (Rhaegar and Aerys) died during the Rebellion.

Both had arcs of leadership and rule, and struggle with their decisions and making hard choices. Jon winds up killed due to his choices at the end of ADWD, and Daenerys becomes stranded in the Dothraki Sea due to her choice of saving Drogon (and her people from Drogon) from the fighting pit and escaping on dragonback.

While Daenerys thinks of taking the IT as a duty due to being the last of her family and Viserys' last living heir, Jon admits to wanting to become Lord of Winterfell but turning the opportunity away.

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loraliewritesthings · 1 year

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Nameless Danny au: The twin

Concept:

Danny phantom being damians twin and ghost king au.

It had been years since Damian walked the cold halls of the league. In that time threw acceptence from Dick he learned that no, his twin was not a waist of life. That he and his twin had been pitted against each other. That the hatred Damian had held for his twin wasn't healthy and neither was relishing in his death.

Bruce tried not to think about it, about a boy around damians build lying limp on the floor. Nothing made him feel better when he thought about it, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. But his mind was a steal trap, one that baby that was never even named could never escape from.

Talia was the one who threw soon to be danny in the pit. Not out of love (at least that's what she tried to tell herself) but to be rid of him. She thought of it a final chance. A final mission. If her son could find a family that would raise him, after being abandoned in the middle of a random city, then she would permit him to live.

Ras was glad to be rid of the other twin. Why waist resources on such a weak child. Honestly he knew what Talia had done and simply didn't care to correct her. The child was gone and he didn't have to worry about someone bringing him back out of spite. After all his daughter already did that.

And as years passed, and the dust settled the nameless boy seemed to slip threw the cracks into the world of memories.

That is until years later when the envelopes appeared.

An rsvp letter to a coronation. The ghost kings coronation. All in silver and gunmetal and ectoplasm green. But no reason to why the letter had been sent to it's recipients

Damian held it limply in his hands and for a brief moment it felt like home. He couldn't explain it, didn't understand it. In the end he assumed it was the pit stirring inside him calling him to this so called ghost king. He took the letter to his father.

Bruce, also having received a letter was running tests and doing the work to find out what exactly could protect him (and by proxy the world) from ghosts. Having talked to colleagues (who were both thrilled and nervous to hear that there was a new ghost king) he settled on blood blooms. So he and his son readied themselves for a fight may there need to be one. They checked the box and green surrounded them.

Talia didn't know what to think. Ras wanted her to check the box already, but she felt it could be a trap. Yet there was a part of her. A quiet voice inside telling her to do it. Check the box, sign the letter. In the end she gave in. The light surrounded her, a green brighter then the pit ever was.

Ras waited for Talia to check the box first. He wanted to know what would happen. If she would die. After all he could always throw her in the pit. When she didn't die but disappeared he decided, yes he would go to this...coronation. It would be a good time to make an ally after all. The light absorbed him and he disappeared.

Bruce, Damian, Talia and Ras stood in front of what had to be the ghost castle, decorated with garlands and other displays.

When the four made eye contact is when Bruce put two and two together. Whatever this was it had to do with either Damian or...

He didn't get to finish his thought. A girl rushed out of the castle doors holding the finger of a massive knight and pulling him along. The child looked remarkably like him and he wondered if this was the new ghost king.

She curtsied and began to speak until she got a closer look at those before her.

She paled and whispered

"Oh...Oh no. You're not supposed to be here."

But it was too late. The procession had begun and they were pushed in with the crowd.

The boy. He really was a boy and not some big frightening being stood at the throne.

Damian gasped.

Talia froze.

Bruce's eyes narrowed.

Ras backed away a bit.

They had all done their research on how powerful a ghost king was... and there was a boy exactly Damians age. Eyes a little greener, white hair, and barely paler in a dead way.

Each of them knew at once.

Danny look into the crowd. He recognized almost all of them. He had studied well for this after all. Cause even if he didn't exactly want to be king, a king was needed to keep the infinite relms in check.

It was Jazz standing beside him who pointed them out. The four people he didn't want there more then anything.

He had forgotten about them for a time, until the lab accident brang it all back. His bio family.

He knew it must have been a mistake.

He had told Jazz about them after some time. Sobbing in the middle of the night. Asking why neither set of parents loved him.

Jazz squeezed his hand. They'd get threw this.

And with that the ceremony commenced...

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farity · 11 months

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Mistaken Identity

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader of House Martell

Summary: Aemond mistakes reader for someone harassing his sister.

Warning: Smut.

“That’s it,” Aemond planted his hands on the dining table and rose, his expression more severe than usual.

“Oh, brother, please, there really is no need-”

He turned to his sister, “I will not allow anyone, let alone some Dornish cunt, to bother you, Helaena.”

He strode down the corridors of the keep, determined to make sure Helaena was left in peace. Having the Dornish nobles visit at all had clearly been a mistake, but this was personal and Aemond was not having it.

The Dornish should be grateful at being allowed to even set foot on King’s Landing, but overstepping by stealing his sister’s peace was not something he was going to happen.

He reached the guest quarters and saw a maid leaving with a tray. “Where is the Dornish princess?”

“She’s out on that balcony, Your Highness,” she replied.

Aemond turned, saw a slim figure gazing out the balcony and headed her way. It would be the work of but a moment to make sure she did not bother Helaena any longer. Pulling out his dagger with a practiced hand, he reached the balcony, grabbed a slim arm and began dragging it and its owner towards the alcove.

“What? What is happening? Who in the holiest of hells are you?”

He shoved the girl against the wall, turning her to face him and was met with the most beautiful face he had ever seen, eyes darker than midnight, and the ripest lips currently parted in surprise. He allowed his gaze to linger on those lips for a second too long before he remembered his true purpose and pulled out his dagger to aim it at the girl’s throat.

“From this moment on, you will no longer-”

“What kind of ridiculous jest is this?” she screamed, cutting him off.

Aemond shook the girl’s arm. “Leave my sister alone or I swear, I will risk-”

“Your sister!”

“My sister, your Queen!” he spat back.

She frowned, looking at him like he was insane. “I have yet to meet your sister. I mean, Her Grace.”

He stared at her for a few moments, “you have been provoking her since you arrived and since she is too kind a soul to-”

“I have not met your fucking sister!” she yelled. “Point that dagger away from me this instant, you do not want my brother to find out one of you Targaryens is threatening me.”

Aemond stepped back, taking her words in. “Your brother.”

“Yes, my brother,” she said haughtily, “his Highness the Prince of Dorne.”

Fuck.

“I thought you were the prince’s daughter.”

She made a tiny, high-pitched sound that bordered on insult, “that bitch? I mean, my darling niece? Make sure you do not end up married to that little viper, you will end up with every disease in the continent.”

Aemond sheathed his dagger, and summoned the strength to apologize to this princess.

“Your Highness, I must express my sincere regret, my sister has been much troubled by your niece and I was-”

“Defending her?”

He looked up to find her smiling knowingly at him.

“That’s adorable.”

When his expression fell at her words, she looped her arm through his and began walking, and he had to follow along. “No, I mean it, that is truly darling. My brother has never seen fit to defend me from anyone.”

“You will pardon me-”

“Again?”

He looked at her to see she was teasing, and he couldn’t help but smile back at her.

There were worse things in the world, Aemond thought, than walking around with a gorgeous, witty woman on one’s arm.

“You seem to be much younger than your brother.”

She looked at him, widened her eyes, and said, “oops.”

* * * * *

You’d thought you’d be bored in King’s Landing. Instead, you’d been grabbed out of your reverie, pressed against a wall and threatened by the most imposing man you had ever met.

You’d heard of him, of course, the King’s brother, the one many murmured was better suited to the throne than the one who wore the crown. He was learned, brave, fierce, and apparently, extremely loyal to his family.

As you walked, you gathered the gazes and whispers of those you passed, and you wondered how often the prince escorted a woman around the gardens.

“Yes, well,” you continued, “mother thought she was going through the change of life, but instead, she got me.”

“A much better change,” the prince said, and you smiled, pressing the side of your breast against his arm. If he noticed, he gave no sign, and continued strolling with you.

“I like to think so.” There was a lovely breeze that was making the prince’s hair look like pure rays of moonlight and your fingers itched to touch him. “Tell me, prince Aemond, what do you do when you are not threatening defenseless, unsuspecting visitors to your great city?”

His smirk made you want to squeeze your thighs together, but you didn’t think you could manage it without him noticing. “I practice the sword, study my books, pick up my brother when he’s drunk.” You laughed, and he continued. “Nothing too exciting.”

“Please, do not be modest. I have heard you ride the biggest and most fierce of all the dragons, is that not true?”

He nodded. “Vhagar is truly a wonder. Maybe you would like to meet her tomorrow. After her feeding, of course.” He turned so you were headed back toward the main building.

You pressed a hand to your throat. “I might not survive this visit after all.”

“I would ensure she is on her best behavior, of course.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

You looked at him, the blue of his eye brilliant in the early evening light. “If I had been my niece, would you really have cut me?”

He was visibly struck by your question. “Again, princess, I do-”

“Prince Aemond,” you said, leaning in so that you could whisper. “I am merely curious.”

“No. I meant to make sure she knew Helaena is not without a protector.”

“Ah.” You looked around and realized you were in a different part of the keep. It was quiet here, and there was no one else you could see. “Where are we?”

Aemond turned to face you. “If you wish me to escort you back to your quarters, I will,” he said softly, “but these are my rooms.”

You held your breath, watching him.

“Come to my bed.”

* * * * *

You let him pull you in, let him whirl you around into his room and close the door behind him as his lips took yours, demanding entrance until you gave it, his tongue exploring the sweet warmth of your mouth while you pushed off his jacket until it fell onto the floor. He kissed you, pressing you against the wall, until you were wrapping your arms around him and curling one leg around his thigh, demanding more.

He turned you around and you had to press your hands to the wall to steady yourself while he undid the ties on the back of your dress. He pressed his mouth to the tender skin of your neck and you moaned at how good it felt.

When the dress was untied he began pulling it off you until you could kick it aside and turn around. Your embroidered shift was but a whisper, the color of sand on the rich hues of your skin, and he couldn’t help but place a hand, gently, on your shoulder and watch the contrast against the pale porcelain of his own skin.

“You’re still dressed,” you managed, struggling to regain some control. “Let me.”

You began to work on the richly worked waistcoat over his tunic. “So many layers,” you muttered, loudly enough tor him to hear you. After the waistcoat came the tunic, and the lure of pale skin underneath. You ran your hands under the thin fabric and he obediently raised his arms to help you as you pulled it over his head.

He pulled you in again, another scorching kiss that had you clinging to his shoulders so you wouldn’t lose your balance. When he pulled back, his eye had darkened to near black. “I will have you against this wall unless you come to my bed.”

You bit your bottom lip, looked up at him from under your lashes, and again, curled your leg around his thigh in invitation.

Aemond cursed and began pulling up your shift. “princess,” he murmured, “you are temptation itself.” His fingers began brushing against your thigh and you gasped, his touch already igniting need inside you. He was gentle, his eye on yours, searching to make sure you wanted this, and then he found you, your hips canting forward immediately as he began tracing small, maddeningly slow circles between your legs.

You let your head fall back against the wall and he began kissing your neck as you arched against him, wanting, needing more. “Tell me,” he said in your ear, “do you want to come on my fingers?”

You managed to breathe out a yes as you clung to his shoulders.

“Do you want to come on my tongue?”

The image that appeared in your mind made you moan in response.

“Do you want to come on my cock?”

“Fuck yes,” you whispered back. “I want it all, Aemond.”

He slipped two long fingers inside you and you whimpered. The coil of fire inside you was tightening with every second, and you dug your fingernails into his shoulders, holding on. His mouth continued its assault on your neck, teeth tugging at your skin, biting on your jaw, and your hips rocked in time with his fingers.

“Please,” you begged shamelessly, needing release from the endless, growing tension inside you.

“Does the Prince of Dorne know his sister is such a wanton?”

“Do you really want to bring my brother into this right now?”

“Then you must forgive me, princess.”

You sighed, “I seem to be doing a lot of forgiving when it comes to you.”

You felt him laugh against you and his fingertips curled, calloused skin brushing against a most sensitive spot. You curled your arms around his neck, grabbed a fistful of his hair as your hips rocked.

“I will spend hours,” he said in your ear, “making it up to you. Now, princess, come for me.”

The words triggered something in you, and you screamed as the sharp lashings of pleasure tore through you. His magical fingers didn’t relent, curling through every single contraction until you were panting, barely able to stay standing. As if aware of your precarious situation, Aemond swooped down to lift you in his arms and began walking you towards the bed.

You had barely recovered when you felt him drape your thighs on his shoulders, and he began kissing the inside of your leg. “I can’t wait to taste you, princess, every inch of you.”

“Aemond, I need a min- oh fuck!” his tongue began circling the already overstimulated knot of nerves between your legs. You felt his hands clamping down on your thighs, keeping them open. “Aemond, please.”

He looked up, eye radiating innocence. “Is this not to your liking?” He swiped the flat of his tongue over you again. “I can always stop, princess.”

“Holy hell, no.”

“No it’s not to your liking or no I should stop?”

You rose up onto your elbows. “Aemond, I will murder you myself if you st-” he gave you another swipe, and your mind blanked, every thought gone but for the pleasure he was giving you.

He took his time, maddeningly enough, long, slow licks, enough to feed the embers of need, not enough to take you over the edge. You slipped your hands into his, holding on to him as you fought to take and take the growing pyre building inside you.

You glanced down at him, silver head nestled between your thighs, your mind swimming in a haze of desperation. The heat was growing fast, spreading out towards your limbs and it would consume you, turn you to ashes unless you found release.

Aemond pushed your thighs off his shoulders, spreading you open even further, his lips and tongue working you without mercy, and finally, blissfully, you fell, blinded and deafened by the white heat that splintered you into pieces. Again, he rode out your orgasm until you were panting helplessly, your limbs so heavy you felt unable to move.

He rose, kneeling between you legs, and you caught a very satisfied smirk from him. But before you could tell him off, he grabbed your foot and placed it on his shoulder, and began pushing inside you.

Heart of Fire save you, the man was big. You felt each bit of him as he slowly filled you, and every time you thought he was done, there was still more to go. “Uh, Aemond, I don’t-”

“You’ll take all of me, princess,” he said, looking down at you, “for I mean to have all of you.” He leaned down to cup your face, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You turned your face, capturing the tip of his thumb between your teeth. “Take blood if you must,” he added, “but this,” he added, grabbing the neckline of your shift, “must go.” He tore the richly embroidered fabric straight down the center, baring you completely to him.

“That was a gift!” you protested.

He snapped his hips in response, and you gasped. “I will have another made for you, with dragons on it,” he thrust again. “The great maw aiming for that delicious cunt of yours.” He filled his hands with your breasts. “Maybe it should be a three headed dragon.”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “Then I shall have you bared to me,” and you reached up for his eye patch.

He began thrusting harder, each stroke driving you higher and higher, but he leaned down so you could pull the patch off. His eye bore into you with blue fire as you revealed the sapphire nestled in his eye socket.

“Aemond,” you whispered, placing your hands atop his, the leather string of the eye patch still tangled in your fingers. “You are a marvel. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

He said nothing, but took your hands and held them above your head, watching your breasts bounce with every snap of his hips. “I can feel you all around me,” he said, “like butterflies.”

You felt it then, the beginning of it, curling like a blade through you, and you turned your face away. “No, princess. I will see you lose yourself.”

When you didn’t turn back, he grabbed your face, “I will have all of you,” he said, holding you in place.

“Aemond, please.” The blade of fire curling through you was turning faster, your thighs tightening around him.

“You may beg if you wish,” he smirked.

“Please,” you tried again, and then the fire ignited within you, your body taut in desperation, a plea of its own as you arched off the bed. You heard a distant, ragged scream, and the sweet, sweet rain of release fell upon you, your heart pounding in your ears, until you were left, breathless, to simply take.

He was saying something, you couldn’t make out the words, but you could hear the rush, the need in his voice, driving faster as you still fluttered around him, and then he groaned, buried inside you to the hilt. He dropped onto his arms on either side of you, silver hair falling on your breasts.

* * * * *

Aemond had expected a quick toss in the sheets.

What he hadn’t expected was to be so completely captivated by her. He’d expected her to play the innocent and demand to be taken back to her quarters or to let him fuck her on the bed once before running off, a meaningless fumble like the few ones he’d had in his life.

But she’d wanted him, and curled herself around him and looked at him with those endless dark eyes and he’d demanded more. And she’d given more. And every time he thought she’d pull away she met him equally and Aemond had taken everything she’d offered.

Now he laid next to her, holding up his weight on one shaky elbow, watching the ivory of his fingers tracing along the rich honey of her cheek. She raised her eyes to his, turning to kiss the back of his fingers.

“I will need some moon tea.”

He nodded. “Of course. I will have some brought.”

She caressed his cheek, traced the scar with gentle fingertips, pushed back his hair behind his ear. There was no fear or disgust in her eyes, only curiosity. “Does he live? The little rodent who did this.”

“He does.”

“Hmm.”

He had to smile at her murderous expression. “Should I expect some news of an untimely accident for poor Prince Lucerys?”

“Oh, is that his name?” she shrugged. “You know, I heard of a crone in Dorne who made a poison that works through the skin.”

“Very interesting.”

“One hears things,” she said simply. “You know, nothing in life is certain.”

He kissed her, took a lock of her long, dark hair and twirled it between his fingers.

“I should go, Aemond,” she said, sighing.

“For now.”

* * * * *

You slipped back into your guest quarters, your face composed as always until you closed the door of your room, and then you threw yourself on your bed. Aemond had spoken to one of his servants and moon tea had been discreetly brought while you dressed. There was something in his expression as he watched you drink, and then you kissed him one last time before leaving.

The visit was for one week, and you couldn’t wait to find out what the next six days brought.

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