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#I wonder what he will say in part 16
sanjisblackasswife · 7 months
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Thinking about how OPLASanji is a more closeted pervert than an open one. (Part 1)
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Blk Fem Reader x OPLA Sanji
CW: Sanji has tattoos(🌚), Suggestive, Kissing, Touchy Touchy Sanji, ….please read his dialouge in his voice. No smut BUT next time will be filthy smut<_< just setting up the plot here okaayyy i havent wrote in a while.
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“So fucking pretty..”
“You say ‘sum Sanji?”
“Nothing, madam.”
Sanji was relentless. Him so new to the crew you and him managed to get pretty close quite quickly. It’s been a few weeks now and Zoro has pointed out about 15 times already how touchy and —in his words “Freaky” he is towards you.
“Either you’re that dense or just as perverted as him because how can you not feel his dick against your ass when you both are—“
“Zoro.” Nami cut him off with a stern tone, you blink at them both on the deck. “Enough, okay.”
“Somebody had to say it,” Zoro took a sip of his drink, settling back down on the chair, “It’s been constant dry foreplay from you both and it’s annoying—“
“…Sorry.” You murmur, not really sure how to answer to him, he looks at you, scoffing. “I don’t think sanji is intentionally being like that he just—“
“Well he is. A blind man can see how he fucks you with his eyes.”
Slightly confused as to why Zoro would even think Sanji is a pervert. He isn’t. He can’t be??
He’s so sweet, and charming, you can’t deny he was one of the few men you met that have caught your attention; his dimples exposing themselves when you make him smile, his pretty delicate hands that grabs ahold of yours when he kisses your knuckles, his pretty jewlery, and when he speaks in your ear, that fucking accent of his—-
…maybe him being a pervert wasn’t too bad.
I mean, he wasn’t hurting you nor ever made you uncomfortable? You both are adults.
And adults have needs.
And if two adults have attraction for one another then…well…it shouldn’t matter much?
You shook off what Zoro said and headed back to the kitchen, maybe he was just teasing you again.
But if he wasn’t…you could possibly make use of this new information.
——-
“Y/n, my love, how are you babe? Thirsty?” Sanji smiles at you, already preppping for dinner you grin warmly back at him and take a seat at the table, his eyes follow your figure, trailing down to your waist, and glued to your ass until you sat down.
For a moment you were quiet, not responding yet to his question, but admiring Sanji’s hands, how quickly he can chop food, how pretty his fingers are, you nearly nip at your lip when you notice him roll up his sleeves and see—-
“Oh!” Your eyes widen mindlessly, you walk towards the large kitchen island and lean over, “You have tattoos?”
How could have you not notice? it’s been almost a month being together and you never peeped? He had a half sleeve done and honestly it looked so..
“You like?” Sanji’s chuckle makes you break out of your daze. “I got my first one when i was 16. And then well, it became a slight addiction.”
You stare back at his forearm again, the pretty art marked on his skin, noticing the veins complimenting it made you nip at your lip again. He smiles, your pretty round eyes watching him as he cooked, but again.
Sanji’s eyes wondered.
You were in a trance at his tattoos, trying to count and see every detail of them you didn’t even notice your breast spilling out of your low cutted tank top onto the counter.
Your pretty brown chest, literally shining from a mixture of a bit of sweat and lotion you put on earlier with your small gold necklace dangling in between your clevage, Sanji tries to tear his eyes away, but he can’t help it.
You’re so fucking gorgeous. He seen you and Nami and he was already infactuated with you both, but you seemed to be more open to entertaining his flirtatious advances than Nami so he started to fall for you a bit more.
Hugging him at Arlong Park really got him going, your breast pressed against his, the way you kissed his cheek, and you were just so happy to see him he almost felt his pants get tight from that alone.
He wanted you bad it was almost admirable and pathetic.
“I have more tattoos. Y’know if you ever wanna see ‘em.” He teased, knowing damn well he was serious.
“Hmmmm.” You walk around the counter to face his side, finger tracing the rim of the counter top. “Well maybe….where are the others?”
“I have one on side, one on my shoulder, on my back—“
“Your back?” Your eyes lit up. “Can I see?”
Sanji started to stammer, “I— um… Really? You sure?…..okay just…give me a moment.”
You giggle at his urgency to clean up his mess, putting the roast in the oven he walks towards the kitchen door and locks it, his mind running a mile a minute he turns to face you to see you happliy sitting on the counter smiling, “C’mon lemme see! I love back tattoos!”
Sanji exhales, unbuttoning his shirt he feels your gaze, once his shirt is fallen to the ground he turns, you nearly gasped seeing the huge tattoo on his spine.
His very pretty spine.
“woah.” Sanji hears your footsteps approach him, he hisses slightly at your touch, you did always have a habit of touching when not asked. “It’s so pretty.”
Your hands start to move around the outline of the art, also noticing the small scars and bruises he has gotten in past fights. You lightly touch one, and he immediately turns around, causing you to jump, “Oh. Sorry.”
“No, it’s alright. You like them?”
“Mmhm…” you land your hand on his shoulder tattoo, not even taking note to how closer sanji approached you.
You both stare at each other for a moment, it was only 2 seconds but it felt like an eternity until Sanji decided to close the gap between you both.
His lips were so soft against yours you couldn’t hold in any moan you had released, you felt his hand cup your cheek, moving you backwards onto the counter, the kisses started to get more intense the more access you allowed him into your mouth.
Nothing but the sounds of water crashing, usopp and Luffy outside playing and heavy breathing filled the kitchen. Sanji just couldnt help himself—-
His mind was fuzzy, he knew in the back of his mind he shouldn’t have been so bold with his actions but to feel your body weight against his,
a slap or two was worth it, but it never came.
Sliding his tongue inside your mouth he pushes his leg in between yours, you really don’t know why you haven’t stopped him yet, maybe it’s the way he so easily picked you up by your ass and sat you on the counter, or maybe it’s how his hands are squeezing your breast, but you knew eventually you had to—-
“Okay!” You pulled off, both of you trying to catch your breath, “Wait…I….Sanji…”
He stared at you like a lost dog, damn near ready to get scolded with his pink puffy lips, you giggled. Holding his cheek, “I’m..sorry.”
You knew he shouldn’t have been sorry, he only did what you allowed him, and luckily he was a great kisser so it wasn’t anything you technically regret doing.
“Sorry for what?…I liked it.” You took his hand and teased, “Unexpected, but…I like it.”
You brush his hair back, going in for a slower and deeper kiss, your felt his cold palms rub the sides your your bare thighs, pulling you closer so you can throw your arms over his shoulder.
You nor him haven’t had this kind of touch from another person in a long time, and you both were clearly attracted to each other …so…why not bite the bullet?
“Let’s go to my room, Sanji…”
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drivergemini · 2 years
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hellfire baby :: e.m.
summary: when starting a new campaign, the hellfire club didn’t except to see a toddler sitting in their club leader’s throne
content warning: parenting & pregnancy, talks about teen parenting, swearing, basically really fluffy, child’s features mostly based off of eddie
word count: 1013
when all of the hellfire boy’s entered through the theater room’s doors, they felt a huge rush of excitement. eddie had been hyping up his new campaign for about a month and told everyone that he was going to do something real special for their first meeting. 
what they did not expect was a small little girl, maybe around 1 or 2 years old, sitting in their dungeon master’s place. she had a pink dragon onesie on and her big brown eyes stared back at the group. 
“why good evening lovely gentlemen.” eddie popped out from behind his throne, holding a small sandwich bag filled with ‘star wars’ cookies. he handed it to the child with barely any acknowledgement and she gladly grabbed it with eager hands. “are you lads ready to start this wonderful campaign?”
each boy had their own looks of confusion on their faces. they looked at eddie and then the child, then back again.
“eddie why the hell is there a baby here?” dustin was the one who spoke up. 
eddie’s face sported a wide grin. “well guys i would like to introduce you to the surprise i mentioned.” he scooped up the little girl and presented her to the d&d club memebers. “everyone this is my daughter mei. say hi mei mei.”
“hi mei mei.” the little voice spoke a she waved a tiny hand to the boys. she tugged her onesie hood down, reveling long, brown hair, just like her dad’s.
“daughter? eddie we didn’t even know you could speak to girls?” mike chimed in.
“well wheeler, if it matters to you, i don’t speak to girls because i already have my fiance.” he raised his eyebrows at the last part. 
you see, eddie munson didn’t become a super-super senior because he was dumb. he became a super-super senior because he accidentally got his high school girlfriend pregnant. they had been together since they were 16. eddie and y/n were going great until the summer before their senior year. y/n’s pregnancy took a large toll to both of their academics, so eddie decided he would try and lighten his girlfriend’s stress load. on april 29th, 1984, their daughter was born. 
he thought y/n’s future was too bright for her to be held back, so after she gave birth he let her continue as an almost normal high school student. eddie didn’t get to graduate that year. but he did get to hold his baby as he watched the love of his life walk the stage. 
he didn’t graduate his second senior year either. he was too caught up in healthy parenting and making sure he was there to watch his daughter’s firsts. he watched her first steps, her first time eating solid foods, and even heard her first word. ‘dragon’.
so here he was, his third senior year, finally ready to walk that stage.
as eddie finished up the story he heard a sniff. all heads turned toward the direction of lucas. 
“dude that story was so beautiful. i didn’t even know that.”
“yeah most people don’t except a few people who were in school during that time like harrington. but y/n kind of chose to drop off the map so it isn’t talked about much.” eddie sat down in his chair and placed his daughter on his lap. “now that introductions are out of the way, shall we get started?”
eddie’s new campaign was centered around exploring an abandoned gem mine to figure out what was terrorizing the near by townsfolk. 
“so little dwarf, you enter the cave with your mates behind you. as you guide them with your light, the air becomes increasingly warm. as you approach the growing heat, you see a shimmer of pink scales.”
“munson you did not...” dustin starts as his hands grip the table.
“you raise your torch higher and you see her in all her glory...” eddie lifts mei off of his lap and places her in the middle of the table. “mei the fire breathing dragon.”
all the boys start to exclaim in frustration. what kind of sick father makes his own kid the first boss of his d&d campaign? eddie munson that’s who. after explaining they all need a time out to discuss, they all huddled in the corner. 
“dude what are we going to do? we can’t slay the dragon. i mean look at her, she’s adorable!” dustin whispered.
“i mean honestly if you think about it, it’s just a game.” mike said. typical.
“yes but the moral principal of it is, eddie knows that we would have to be sick son’s of bitches to kill a kid. especially his daughter.” dustin explained frustrated. 
him and mike felt a little wedge between their legs. they all looked down to see mei still holding her bag of cookies. 
“tooktie?” she raised it up to the air, offering the boys a share of her snack. 
each boy took only one, while politely thanking her for sharing. she unwedged herself from the huddle and waddled towards her dad. 
“juice peas?” she said to him, pointing to a sippy cup sitting on the table. he handed her the cup and looked at the clock on the wall.
“unfortunately boys, time is up for today’s meeting.” eddie tsked. 
just as he said that, y/n opened the door to the club room and walked in scanning around. each person all had their eyes on her.
“mommy!” mei squealed, running towards the young woman. she jumped into her arms, y/n picking her up and spinning her around. 
eddie grabbed a small child lunch box and walked towards the two girls. “as you see i can't stay any later than i’m supposed to tonight guys. but this will give you some more time to think about your next move.”
he trailed behind the two girls, waving everyone goodbye. 
as the door closed, each hellfire member could hear a faint, “eddie why is our daughter talking about slaying a dragon?”
followed by “edward munson why did our daughter just say son of a bitch?”
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lorarri · 6 months
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ─ 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ after 12 year's Y/N's parents finally divorce leaving Y/N in a tough position when he mothers new boyfriends comes into the picture ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ step dad! lewis hamilton x fem! young teen! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . . ❨ okay so this is probs gonna have a part 2 so please bear with me and the request said 12-13 but I aged reader up to 15-16 for the sake of the face claim and this is a bit long that all of the other fic's I've posted in the last week so enjoy! ❩
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MUM ❤️ hi baby are you excited about your special day?
Y/NNIE 🐰 hi ma yeah I'm so happy I get to spend it with the girls
MUM ❤️ oh Y/N I thought we agreed that you would spend your birthday with me and Lewis we booked a reservation at your favourite restaurant the one that we used to go to all the time with your father
Y/NNIE 🐰 sorry mum me and the girl's have already have everything planned out and it's to late to cancel why don't you and him go instead to the reservation make it a date or whatever
MUM ❤️ he has a name Y/N and the day isn't about me and Lewis it's about you which is why I want you to spend the day with me with us you can't avoid him forever please Y/N Lewis is a lovely man if you just talk to him I think the two of you would get along
Y/NNIE 🐰 and what play mom's new boyfriend and daughter? I'm not interested in playing house with the man who destroyed our family
MUM ❤️ Y/N... me and your father had been talking about divorce since you were 12 sweetheart Lewis is not the reason we split
Y/NNIE 🐰 then why does it feel like it
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Y/NNIE 🐰 dad please come pick me up mom's boyfriend is staying at the house I don't like him dad please I miss you dad? lewis just proposed to mom... I don't know what to do dad please did I do something wrong? do you not love me any more? please say something anything I'm sorry read
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anon ─ Hi, I was reading your stories and I have a request/idea for your F1 stories that I was wondering if you could do only if you’re comfortable doing it. Basically the readers mom splits from her father for whatever reason you choose and then she marries Lewis making him the readers stepdad who is like 13 or 12 and they just have a hard time connecting and interacting because she misses her biological father but over time they start to bond. And her mom is happy or something idk. (female reader btw) This is it really, if you need to add or change anything then go ahead but yeah that’s it really.
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dicetheroll · 9 months
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(Lesson 10 spoilers) part one here Content: you have the attic flashback™ when belphie confronts you about being human pt 2 cw: blood mentions, violence, lesson 16 flashback from OG game (also i feel like i put a more solomon-oriented approach here instead of showing the brothers' reactions so i might put it in another part!)
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Your breathing was still ragged, as your grip tightened on Solomon's cloak. The sorcerer looked down at you in concern, and drew you closer as he quickly strode through what you recognized as Thirteen's cave.
"Are we…" you began quietly.
"In the Otherworld? Yes. This is the only place where demons and angels do not reside, we'll be safe here for a while." Solomon explained.
The sorcerer helped you sit down in a flat clearing, and you noticed your surroundings; hundreds of books were piled up inside the cavern, and there was a faint bluish glow illuminating everything. Solomon crouched down in front of you, contemplating how to approach you. His eyes were tender and full of concern, and it made you feel secure.
"MC. I…don't know if it's okay for me to ask you about this, but would you be able to tell me why you reacted to Belphegor that way?"
With a jolt, you realized that Solomon had never come to know about the attic incident. Neither the brothers, nor Lord Diavolo, nor Barbatos had told him what Belphie had done to you.
You think you knew exactly why.
Solomon had largely been advocating for the interests of humanity, and you knew he'd go against Lord Diavolo, even if it meant another war, should humanity be threatened. And if one of the most powerful human sorcerers had found out that a fellow human had been murdered by a demon…
No wonder Diavolo hadn't said anything.
You were silent for a few moments, and Solomon started to stand up, thinking he had crossed a line. You grabbed his hand, prompting him to stay. "Don't go, Solomon. Please."
"Okay, I'll be here then. You don't have to answer the ques-"
"He killed me."
"…What?"
You looked at Solomon, and he shuddered at the mirthless gleam in your eyes. "When Belphie was released from the attic, he strangled me to death."
"Belphegor…killed you?" Solomon had an unreadable expression, but you could almost see the hot fury swirling around behind his sharp eyes. You nodded.
"It was because he had centuries of festering hate for humans ever since the brothers' little sister Lilith died." You paused, carefully choosing your next words. "I-it was a moment of rage. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos revived me. We worked things out afterwards and we're on good terms now, but back at the Coliseum…"
Solomon rubbed your back encouragingly as you unwillingly recalled the look on the Avatar of Sloth's face. Betrayal, hurt, anger…
"I couldn't help but remember what it was like to have my windpipe collapse, the way the air turned warm and the anger on Belphie's face…it was all too much, and I lost it right then and there."
The sorcerer's face turned dark, and he stood up wordlessly. "Stay here."
You could feel yourself shivering at the coldness in his tone, but you knew it wasn't directed at you. You hoped you had left out enough details to make it look like no one's fault in particular, because if Solomon somehow gotten wind of the fact that Lord Diavolo and Barbatos had indirectly sent you to your death and dismissed it afterwards…
You didn't want to think of the repercussions.
A voice interrupted your thoughts. "I remember the sign outside saying you weren't welcome, you fool."
You looked up and recognized the figure strutting towards the sorcerer— Thirteen. The clear look of disdain on her face told you that you two weren't welcome here. Solomon quickly forced a smile and greeted the reaper like his usual cheery self. "Long time, no see, Thirteen."
"I'd prefer it were long time, never see you again."
"Now, now. Why so aggressive? We're just popping by for a visit!"
"And who's this friend of yours?" The reaper's green eyes shifted to your form on the ground.
"This is my apprentice, MC." Solomon introduced her to you, and before Thirteen could protest, he quickly left.
"Solomon! Wait, explain yourself! You-" Thirteen spluttered, and sighed when there was no response. She turned to you, hand on her hip.
"I'm sorry for breaking into your cave." You apologized, not wanting to antagonize the reaper. Her gaze softened, and she crouched down in front of you.
"It's okay," Thirteen inspected your form. "At least you have manners, unlike your mentor. What's gotten into him anyways?"
"Solomon told me this was the only place outside of the influence of demons and angels."
"Huh. Are you two seeking refuge in the Otherworld? Don't tell me Solomon committed some grievous crime and now you're both on the run because of it."
"Well I was actually working as the demon lords' attendant, and they didn't know I was human…so they all freaked when they found out, and one of them tried to hurt me."
"Because you're human?" Thirteen scoffed in slight disbelief. "Wow, I'm sorry but that's a stupid reason."
You just nodded and stared into the blue light, while Thirteen gave you a once-over. "I'll tell you what, I find you more likeable than Solomon…so I'll let you stay here until it's safe for you to leave."
The gratitude in your eyes stirred something warm within the reaper's heart. "But only until it's safe. After that, you gotta scram. Got it?" she frowned, but there was no real malice behind it.
Thirteen exited, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You were considerably more calm now, but your heart was racing. How were you going to face Lucifer? What would convince him that you were harmless, and had no intentions of hurting his brothers?
After a few moments, Solomon returned. His expression was unreadable, and that made you nervous. You stood up, and the sorcerer checked you over for injuries. "Solomon…?"
The blue light cast an eerie glow over Solomon's features, and his eyes glinted dangerously. "We're going to the human world."
"Huh? But-"
"My only priority right now is your safety, which I cannot trust Lo-…the Devildom to provide." Solomon spoke austerely. You knew he had meant to say Lord Diavolo instead of the Devildom. "I'll take care of everything else. I have residential accommodations, and plenty of contacts."
Solomon waited for you to protest, to argue and stubbornly refuse to leave, to choose the brothers again, but all you said in response was "Okay. I trust you, Solomon." For a brief moment, something akin to tenderness flickered behind his eyes, before his gaze hardened again.
"Oh." The sorcerer's tone was unsettlingly flat and devoid of emotion, and you looked around for any other intruders. "They're here." Your eyes fell on Lucifer, Leviathan, Mammon and Asmodeus rushing into the chamber. Your mouth went dry when you noticed Lucifer's seething glare.
"You," his voice boomed across the chamber, and you flinched. The Avatar of Pride took a couple long strides towards you, before Solomon stepped in between you two. It was almost just like during the retreat at the Demon Lord's Castle, when your wrist was crushed in Lucifer's vice-like grip, and the sorcerer had come to your rescue.
It had always been this way. Solomon had been there to protect you since the very beginning.
"I want answers." Lucifer spoke, teeth gritted. "Why are you able to control my brothers so easily? How do I know you are not a threat?" You winced at the harshness of his words, but noticed he was holding back after your meltdown back at the Coliseum. You opened your mouth to speak, but Solomon beat you to the punch.
"You don't deserve those answers, Lucifer. It's clear that you're the ones that pose a danger to my apprentice, not the other way around. They have shown no signs of wanting to hurt you or your brothers." The sorcerer's voice was low. A warning.
Lucifer scoffed. "You're one to talk." He turned back, and you felt a sudden grip on your torso, as if someone was trying to squeeze the life out of you. You gasped in pain, and Solomon cursed.
"Lucifer! That's a little bit too much, don't you think?" Asmodeus cried from behind the Avatar of Pride.
"Yeah, they haven't even done anything!" Mammon complained, looking exasperated by his brother's actions.
"The attendant is our friend, they would never hurt us!" Leviathan piped up, looking defiant for once in his life, and Lucifer hesitated.
Was he really going too far?
You felt the spell fade away and you looked up in surprise as Thirteen waved a book in the air while smiling at you. "Here, catch!" You caught the book and stared at it in surprise. Lucifer took a few steps back, horrified.
"That's…our grimoire. Why do you have this?"
"This is the Fountain of Knowledge, you can find everything here. Thought I'd give Solomon's little apprentice a hand!" Thirteen grinned, and Lucifer paled.
"Not so bold now, huh, Lucifer?" Solomon taunted, sneering at the Avatar of Pride.
"Why, you-! How do I know you didn't ask the attendant to manipulate my brothers and steal this grimoire because you covet their powers?"
You couldn't take it anymore. You walked up to Lucifer, and placed the grimoire in his hands. "As your attendant, it is my duty to look after you." You stepped back, and Lucifer watched you with widened eyes.
"But why?" He muttered, brows furrowed. He gave you a confused look, and glanced at the grimoire. "You could've had your way with us, you could've brought us to our knees and wrought destruction. So…why?"
"Because I care for you. All of you. I will do whatever it takes to protect you, and I do not want your grimoire. This is your power, and you deserve to have it in your own hands." You looked Lucifer straight in the eyes, and he swallowed.
"I will never hurt you or your brothers, I promise."
"No-!" Thirteen yelled out, and watched helplessly as the light drained from your face. You keeled over, and Solomon ran over to your limp figure.
"MC? MC! No, no…please MC, wake up. Don't do this to me…" He shook you by the shoulders, but to no avail. You were unresponsive, and the warmth was draining from your skin by the second…
"This is your fault," Solomon snarled, turning to face Lucifer. Suddenly, the temperature dropped by several degrees, and even the air had become suffocatingly quiet. The chamber was dead silent, except for Solomon's echoing footsteps. "You are a pitiful failure of a demon. You are so disgustingly cynical. You've…you've hurt my dear apprentice."
Solomon held onto you, hands trembling in rage as he glanced at your unmoving face. He brought his forehead to yours, whispering in silent prayer. He then addressed everyone. "If any of you dare to step into Cocytus Hall…may luck be with you. MC may forgive you, but I will not." The sorcerer disappeared once again, with you in his arms.
And Lucifer Morningstar, the Avatar of Pride, fell to his knees.
You woke up in a strong embrace, a pair of arms surrounding you while whispers and apologies filled your ears. You leaned back to see Levi, eyes wide as he stiffened. "You…you've woken up?"
The demon seemed to be rooted to the spot for a few seconds before pulling you back into an even tighter embrace. Then you heard several other gasps of joy and surprise.
"MC!" Asmodeus squealed, running over and pushing Levi aside to hug you. Satan leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as he smiled at you. Beelzebub and Belphegor were at the foot of your bed, lighting up when they saw you were awake.
"Hey." A familiar voice entered the room. "Don't get all up in their face. Gotta give 'em some space. Remember what I told ya after the Coliseum?"
Asmodeus froze, and everyone in the room seemed to be looking at you, waiting for your response. Everyone except Belphegor, that was. The Avatar of Sloth seemed to curl in on himself, averting his gaze. "Don't worry about it, Mammon. I'm alright now."
The second-born's stern expression softened, and Asmodeus relaxed in your arms again, sighing. "I'm so glad you're awake now, darling! It's been absolutely horrible without you!"
"Yeah, Levi and Satan were practically tearin' up the place. We asked a billion times to let you be transferred to the guest room at the House of Lamentation, but…" Mammon trailed off, looking to the side.
"…Solomon can be really scary when he wants to." Levi completed, shuddering.
Suddenly, Satan straightened up, and signalled to the others. They all left the room, Asmodeus giving you one last forehead kiss, and after a few moments Lucifer entered, followed by Solomon. The first-born hesitated when he saw you sitting up in bed.
"Hello, Lucifer."
The Avatar of Pride wordlessly sat down next to you on the bed, and held your hands in his. "…I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You were scared for your brothers, and you had every right to be suspicious. But I'm not here to cause harm to anyone."
"Yes, you wanted to protect us, and...I realized that after you gave me the grimoire." Lucifer covered your hands with his gloved ones. He watched with bewildered amusement as you started tracing random patterns across the back of his hands. However, it filled him with a huge sense of relief. In a way, this was a sign of your forgiveness. "You're a strange one…"
"Lucifer, do not forget that I have permitted you to enter this room on Lord Diavolo's orders." Solomon spoke, voice icy. "If you so much as violate the agreement…well, I'm sure you know what will happen."
"I am aware." Lucifer deadpanned, his fingers curling further around yours. He turned back to look at you. "We will speak once more at the House of Lamentation when you are fully recovered. Is that alright with you?"
You nodded, and the Avatar of Pride allowed himself to smile a little. "Then I'll be going. I will see you later, MC." You waved at Lucifer as he left, and Solomon rushed to your side as soon as the door had closed. He pulled you into a tight embrace before you could say another word.
"Welcome back, my adorable apprentice."
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cremebruleequeen · 7 months
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Jake Seresin x wife!reader (wc 700)
Summary
Jake notices something...different about his wife.
Warnings
Probably the most suggestive thing I've ever written lmfao but it's still not explicit or anything. Still, 16+ please. Mentions of pregnancy, lots of focus on reader's chest especially in the first part, use of the word boobs. Fem reader. Kinda mentions of sex? I'm pushing the "jake is absolutely whipped for his wife" agenda. He's also a horndog, but that's neither here nor there. Not proofread, but what else is new?
A/N
Whipped this up after an idea I had at like 3 am. Super short and kinda sweet. I love Jake Seresin fics (if my reblogs are any indication lmao) and thought I'd try to contribute. Side note, but that gif kills me every time.
Jake did a double take as he passed the couch. His wife, Y/N, sat cross legged, eating a bowl of ice cream and catching up on her favorite crime show. Jake loved getting to see her relaxed. Her job hardly ever allowed for it, so he made a point to not bother her when she was enjoying her time off. What he loved the most, although it’d take a lot for him to admit it, was how she dressed when she was relaxed.
Jake Seresin would always be the first to say that his wife was the most beautiful woman on the planet. It wasn’t a debatable matter, no matter what she seemed to think.
In her professional attire, he thought she looked incredibly bad-ass. Ready to take on anything that was thrown at her with grace and poise. When she was dressed up for a night out, he thought she looked like a super model (and the looks she received from both the men and women who saw them had him thinking they agreed.)
But when she was at home relaxing, hair messily thrown up in a bun and not a smudge of makeup on her face, she never looked more perfect. There was something so domestic and maybe intimate about the fact that she was letting her see him this way. Normally, she chose to wear sweats or (his favorite) a pair of shorts that were not even close to appropriate to wear in public, and one of his t-shirts. Today, however, she was wearing a tight, cropped, tank.
This was what caused him to question what he was seeing. Jake Seresin knew his wife (and by extension, her body) like the back of his hand.
He approached slowly, eyes not leaving her chest. He wondered for a moment if it was simply the shirt, if maybe it was the type with padding. But as he got closer, that clearly wasn’t the case. He sat next to her, ignoring when she greeted him.
Wordlessly, he reached out and practically groped her chest.
“Can I help you?” She laughed, looking at her husband. It wasn’t unlike Jake to be a bit handsy, but normally he gave her some warning or preamble first. “What happened to hello?”
“Your boobs are bigger.” He said, brow furrowing.
“What? No they’re not.” She set down her bowl, looking down at herself.
“Baby, trust me. I know what I’m talking about. They’re bigger.” He gave a squeeze, nodding solemnly.
Y/N swatted his hands away, replacing them with her own. “Huh.”
“See, I told you. You’re not supposed to start your period for another week or so, right?”
Y/N stared at him for a moment. “I can’t tell if it’s really creepy or really sweet that you know that.”
They both sat there in silence, staring at her boobs, when a lightbulb went off in his brain.
“You’re not pregnant, are you?”
Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but then she remembered.
“Mav’s barbeque.”
 Jake’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “You think? I mean, you weren’t sick last week, maybe that was morning sickness?”
She nodded. Jake and Y/n sat in stunned silence. “Okay. Um. You stay right here. I’ll run to CVS or something and be right back.”
“Why?”
He stared at her like she’d grown two heads. “For a pregnancy test. Or a few. Drink some water” With that, he slipped on his shoes and grabbed his keys and wallet, leaving her sitting there.
Thirty minutes later, Jake sat on the edge of the bed, knee bouncing. What was he going to do? He knew he wanted kids, and she did too. But they had barely been married a year and had decided they weren’t ready yet. Although, if he was being completely honest, he’d be a bit disappointed if it wasn’t positive. He heard the bathroom door open, and she emerged, holding the test up for him to see.
“Oh, my God, really?” He asked, eyes filling with tears of their own volition. He picked her up and spun her in a circle, both of them laughing.
“You’re gonna be a dad, Jake.”
“I knew it. You’re boobs are definitely bigger.”
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Midnight Muse (Part 23)
Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]
Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,470
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“So…” Feyre trails off and your gaze slides to hers in the mirror from where you’re brushing on blush. Your first date with Azriel is tonight and you haven't been able to focus on anything all day. “You and Azriel?”
“Yeah,” you respond softly, trying to fight the smile that’s tugging at your lips. She already knows the news since she’d come back home this morning with Rhys in tow, trying to get you to come out for breakfast with them. When they saw Azriel padding out of your room shirtless, her jaw almost hit the floor. She was sputtering like a child and her boyfriend helped her get her bearings, violet eyes glittering as he grinned at Azriel. You had shrugged at each other as Rhysand guided Feyre back out the door with a cheerful goodbye. “Azriel and I.” Her brown brows are still furrowed and you don’t like that look, swiveling around in the mirror to face her. “Is it that crazy of a concept? I feel like this kind of thing happens all of the time.”
“In movies,” Cassian pipes up, exclaiming. He’s sitting on your bed next to your best friend, having invited himself over an hour ago.
You eye him. “What are you doing here again, Cass? Shouldn’t you be hyping Az up or something?”
“Nah, he has Rhys for that,” he winks over at Feyre who only raises her eyebrows in response. “I’m here because I’m seeing you off tonight.”
“You’re not my dad,” you scoff, fishing in your makeup bag for your mascara.
“But I’d let you call me that anytime, (Y/N),” he jokes and you shake your head fondly at him. 
“I’m sure Azriel is going to love to hear that you’ve been flirting again.” 
Cassian hugs one of your pillows to his chest, flipping through a book that you left on the table beside your bed. You wonder if he’ll find the page Azriel bookmarked for you when he’d been flipping through it, saying he’d slipped in a cheeky note for you to find along with the naughty  passage. “He knows what I’m about. And if he feels threatened, that’s on him. I can just remind him of all of the times he used to—” The ringing of his phone cuts off his sentence and he slides it from his pocket, checking the caller before answering, murmuring a quiet hello down the line.
He frowns and you cock your head, watching intently. It’s not a face you think you’ve ever seen Cassian do seriously, and the way that his body tenses, you wonder who could be on the other line. 
“Yeah, I’m on my way,” he says finally, hanging up the phone and springing up from your bed. He tosses the pillow back to the head of the bed and strides towards the door, a concerning pull to his eyebrows that has Feyre calling out to him as he makes for the door.
“Everything okay, Cassian?” 
“I, uh—yeah, everything’s fine. I have to go,” he says but his mind is already in another place. “See you later.”
You and Feyre share a look in the mirror.
“So much for seeing me off.” 
She grins at you, sliding off of your bed to join you in front of the mirror. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to do that.”
“Thanks,” you laugh, capping the mascara and putting it away. Leaning back a little, you admire your makeup in the mirror. “So, how are you and Rhys doing?” 
You feel like you haven’t spent much time with Feyre lately, with her busy with her boyfriend and you busy with yours. Your boyfriend, the words have you giddy. You and Azriel are officially a couple now and everything feels right. There are no more late nights spent trying to get him to shut his music off or glaring at him when his eyes wander your way. Now, your nights are spent talking and kissing and touching. Lots and lots of touching.
Your heart stutters happily in your chest. 
Feyre sighs dreamily. “He’s so great. I’m really glad we decided to move here this year, (Y/N).” 
“Me too,” you grin stupidly at her and the both of you break out in giggles. “Fey, will you help me pick out some jewelry?”
Azriel told you to dress casually, something with jeans because somehow he convinced you to get back on that death-trap he holds so dear to his heart. It’s a sunny afternoon out, no clouds in sight, and it eases you slightly that you won’t have to ride it in the rain again, no matter how much you enjoyed being pressed up against him.
Now that you’re Azriel’s girlfriend, you’re free to press up against him whenever you want. 
Naked, too.
“Here,” she says, hooking a necklace around your neck. She clasps it for you and you can’t help but stare at the blue gem that sits at the base of your neck, glittering in the light. It looks good, you think. 
“Is it weird to be nervous?” you ask, playing with the pendent. “We’ve already had sex but I’m still feel all jittery.”
“Being nervous is completely normal,” Feyre answers, patting you on the shoulder. “You have to promise to tell me all about it when you get home.”
“I will,” you shoo her playfully, “I promise.” 
You and Feyre chat lightly as you wait and it helps ease your nerves a little. She tells you about how excited she is about Halloween and asks if you think the both of you could convince the three boys next door to do a group costume with you. Cassian’s already been bragging about the insane pre-game party he throws every year before a night out at the bars, and you know you can easily get him on board. 
A knock at the door sends your nerves skyrocketing again. You smooth down your shirt as Feyre rounds the corner to open the door, crossing her arms over her chest like a stern mother meeting her daughter's boyfriend for the first time.
She squeals when the door swings open to Rhysand on the other side. He laughs, sweeping her into his arms and guiding her backwards in his hug. 
Your breath leaves your body at the sight of Azriel. He looks effortlessly handsome, his hair fingered through with a little gel even though he knows it’s going to be messed up from his helmet. His golden eyes gleam, crinkling at the corners with a smile when he catches your gaze.
He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt but wears his leather jacket over it, the same one he had wrapped around your shoulders that night you spent in the rain. It’s pulled tight across his shoulders but he doesn’t seem to mind because the worn leather is comfortable.
Of course, he has his dark jeans on, and you catch his riding gloves peeking out of his pocket. 
You move to him like a moth to a flame, eagerly accepting the kiss he bends down to give you.
“You look amazing,” he breathes against your lips, never able to part from you. Never wanting to part from you.
“Thank you, you look very handsome,” you compliment, holding him close by the flaps of his jacket. 
“Ready to go?” he asks, and you nod eagerly, turning to say goodbye to Feyre and Rhys, who has his arms wrapped around her as they watch the two of you, grinning like fools.
“Where’s Cassian?” Rhysand asks, looking around the room. “I figured he’d be all up in Azriel’s business right now, playing the part.”
Feyre shrugs, answering. “We don’t know. He got a phone call and left right after.” Azriel and Rhys share a look that you can’t make out before Feyre’s continuing, sternly, “Don’t keep her out too late.” She points a finger at Azriel. He looks like he’s trying his best to stop himself from rolling his eyes and you stifle your laugh in the crook of your arm.
“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes, “See ya, Rhysie. Don’t have sex too loud tonight. Or on the couch.” 
Rhysand only smirks in response. “Why? Is it your turn?” 
Feyre smacks his chest and you drag Azriel out of the apartment before she can go at her boyfriend for that joke. You’ve all heard worse before from Cassian, so the quip rolls off of your shoulders easily…aaaand now you’re thinking about fucking Azriel on the couch.
“If we fuck on any couch, it’s going to be yours,” you comment as you step onto the elevator with him. Their couch is both bigger and comfier. You wouldn’t let Azriel suffer on your cheap, navy couch that you and Feyre got for a bargain.
“Fantasizing about fucking me on my couch, princess?” Azriel hums, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The elevator feels almost stifling with the heat between you two, his eyes glittering with interest. “We can definitely make that fantasy come true. Do you have any others I should know about?” 
“No,” you answer all too quickly, and you try not to think too hard about the intrigue that flares in his gold eyes. “How about you?” you aim the question back at Azriel as the elevator comes to a stop on the first floor, doors creaking open slowly.
You can feel his gaze on your face as he studies you, and he doesn’t answer until you’ve left the building, Azriel holding the door open for you. “No,” he answers, but you know it’s a lie. 
It sparks interest in you, and when you cut him a glance from the corner of your eye, he’s smirking. 
Two can play at this game, apparently. 
Azriel shrugs out of his jacket and you’re taken back to the night when he’d given you a ride home in the storm as he helps you into it, admiring you in the loved leather before he tugs you closer. The smell of him is intoxicating to your senses and you don’t even care that the soon to be setting sun is warmer than usual because being encompassed in his jacket makes your heart flutter. 
You’re pressed all up against his front and Azriel can’t help himself but to grin along with you, dipping his head down for one more kiss. He chuckles as your lips chase his, pressing up into him on your tiptoes to follow. Azriel plucks one of the helmets strapped to the back of his motorcycle and helps you into it with the promises of more kisses to follow throughout the night.
You have to squeeze your thighs together when he shoves his own helmet over that dark hair of his. He looks hot as fuck standing there with his tattoos on display, peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt and creeping up his neck. Said t-shirt clings tightly to his chest as if he’s worn it because he knows what it does to you, and you follow the lines down his long body to his tight waist.
“Earth to princess,” Azriel calls, rapping on your helmet with his knuckles. You startle from your ogling, glaring up at him. The crinkles around his eyes and the shaking of his shoulders are clear signs of his amusement, and you can’t resist that blush that stains your cheeks. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” you answer, but it’s a bit muffled from the helmet. Azriel helps you on his bike and when you’re settled behind him, he takes your hands and pulls them tight around his waist. 
“Hold on tight,” Azriel reminds you and your heart picks up its pace at both the proximity of your boyfriend and the fact that you’ve somehow allowed him to talk you into getting on the damned thing again. You tighten your thighs around his waist, wiggling even closer to him to make sure you’ve got a firm hold, and he groans like a man shot. “You keep grinding up against me like that, princess, and we’re going to go right back upstairs to that couch.” 
That doesn’t sound so bad, you think. You don’t have to endure a nerve-wracking ride on the motorcycle where all you’ll be able to think about is how much your body might slide if you fall and you’d get to see Azriel’s pretty dick.
As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Azriel takes off without another warning. You squeak softly, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he pulls away from the building. 
You’re pretty sure he can feel the pounding of your heart against his back because at the first stop sign his hands come down to trace the length of your thighs, reassuring you with his touch. It helps settle you some, enough to peek your eyes open and watch the houses pass you by.
At some point in the ride, you actually find yourself enjoying it, muscles relaxing but your body still pressed in tightly to Azriel. You’re enjoying the feeling of the wind on your skin, pulling at your clothes and the feeling of Azriel’s warmth seeping through your front. You can understand how he feels so at ease like this, like a bat swooping through the night sky.
You arrive a few towns over where Azriel parks against a curb. It’s an artsy looking town, murals covering the sides of brick buildings, colorful storefronts calling to you left and right. The streets are bright from the streetlights and filled with laughter and a positive aura that stirs excitement in you, even more so when Azriel takes your hand.
“You okay?” He asks, a touch of concern flushing through those golden eyes. “The ride wasn’t too rough, was it?” 
You shake your head, smirking up at him. “I’ve had rougher.” 
He snorts, tugging you into him for a hug because your body pressed all hot up against his wasn’t enough. Azriel walks you down a block and down a pair of stairs. The walls are filled with graffiti and you look around in wonder while Azriel checks in with the young looking boy behind the counter. 
He finds you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed as you try and discern the oddly shaped letters painted on the wall before you. You have no idea what the word is supposed to say, it’s bright red coloring stark against the deep teal wall it’s painted on.
“Here you go.” Azriel hands you coveralls and you scrunch your face in confusion. He has his own pair, a deep navy, and in his free hand he holds two respirators. 
“What’s all this for?” you ask, examining the beige jumpsuit he’s handed you. It’s clean and fresh, so you won’t complain.
“We’re spray painting,” Azriel answers almost sheepishly. At his tentative tone you look up, and you nearly grin. His cheeks are filled with warmth and you think this is the closest you’ve ever seen him to bashful. 
“We are?” you ask, eager all of a sudden. You know it’s something Azriel said that he, Rhysand, and Cassian have fooled around with, and you’ve always enjoyed seeing the many tags and artwork created on buildings and trains. You even researched Bansky for one of your high school papers, finding his reasoning behind his works vastly intriguing, but you’ve never tried the medium yourself. “This is going to be fun!”
Azriel’s shoulders droop in relief. He hadn’t been one hundred percent confident in this choice for a date, but he thought dinner at a restaurant wouldn’t be enough to impress you and that going to see a movie was much too cliche.
He smiles softly, reveling in the excitement in your eyes. “I think so too.” 
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“Where do you get your inspiration from?” you ask Azriel, voice sounding muffled through the mask as you watch him paint a long, black line down the wall. The fan’s in the room are loud so you have to shout. You’d seemed nervous when you stepped into the room, cans of spray paint littered around the floor, the walls filled with intimidating artwork that you hardly had the heart to paint over, but now you’re most definitely enjoying yourself.
Azriel had been a reassurance from the get-go, explaining that everyone who booked time here comes in knowing that whatever they paint is going to be gone when the next guests arrive, so there’s no pressure to put on yourself, only to have fun.
And it is fun, getting a feeling for the can in your hand, how hard to press, how far to hold the can from the wall. Azriel showed you some techniques, guiding your hands in different motions to create perfect circles, to get the paint drips you were eyeing from someone else’s work. The only complaint you have about this date is that the masks make it difficult to kiss Azriel, who you’ve wanted to jump since he’d pressed his body flush against yours when showing you how to paint funky letters, his other hand a solid weight on your hip. 
You’ve been in awe of him all night, sneaking looks over your shoulder at what he was painting; a skeleton stallion with a skeleton riding it, sword raised as if leading an army of the dead into war. He’s skilled in many mediums and your heart aches as you wonder how it’s possible that he hasn’t been able to receive an apprenticeship yet.
Something stings in your chest. The way that Azriel draws, paints, tattoos…there’s a confidence there that you’re envious of. Every spray he makes seems so sure, so well laid it’s like he can see the end result as he’s working. You yearn to feel like that.
“What do you mean?” he asks, eyes flicking to yours for a moment before returning to his work, letting you know that you have his full attention. You’re in the midst of painting the skeleton horse's eyes a bright neon green, whispers of black shadows swimming from its nostrils.
You sigh, abandoning your can of paint and wiping the remnants of the pigment on your coveralls. “All this time I’ve known that I want to be in art, that I want to do something with it, but everytime I make something, it never feels good enough. Like I’m not as proud of it as I should be. I don’t have a style like you or Feyre do, and, if I do, I haven’t noticed it yet.”
Azriel fully stops what he’s doing and turns to you. His hand comes up to caress your jaw, tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes are soft with concern and there’s a wrinkle between his brow that makes you want to reach up and smooth it out, suddenly embarrassed that you’ve brought this up during your perfectly good date.
“Is that how you feel?” he asks, and you shrug shyly. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all, but it’s been something that eats at you, day by day. “It sounds like you’re missing a muse, princess.” 
You frown. “A what?” 
“A muse,” Azriel repeats simply. “Something that inspires you.” 
Something that inspires you. You toss the words around in your head, thinking. Surely, you find things inspiring. You wrack your brain trying to come up with something, something that keeps you captivated, gives you the urge to put your pencils to your paper and create something beautiful…but there’s nothing. 
“So, you’re saying you inspire yourself?” you tease, thinking back to his exhibition. You tease, because if you don’t laugh, you might cry. You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, and you continue your soft jab. “How very narcissistic of you, Az.” 
Azriel rolls his eyes and before you can joke further, he’s lifting his can of spray paint and marking you with a big heart across the entire front of your coveralls. Your mouth drops open in shock but his smirk makes the feeling roll right between your thighs. 
“I believe that muses have the ability to change,” he answers your earlier question. He’s staring down at you intently, and maybe he’s waiting for you to pick up a can and retaliate. Or maybe he’s thinking exactly what you’re thinking: trying to find someplace to tear each other's clothes off. 
“Oh, yeah?” you ask defiantly. You want to cross your arms over your chest but you don’t want to ruin his work. It feels like you’ve been branded by him, claimed by his artistic talent, and something flares within you at the very idea. “What’s your muse now?” 
Azriel doesn’t answer but he doesn’t need to. The way he seems to be devouring you with his eyes tells you all you need to know about who his current muse is.
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charlessainzz · 14 days
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can do like reader with charles getting quite a few feature on dts here and there moments. thank you! i don't really like dts but I love the ferrari bits!!
My first request! Thank you for requesting this, it was fun to write! I hope it’s good! 
Drive to Survive’s Newest Star is… Not a Driver?? 
Take One: 
Cameras were everywhere. It was another Drive to Survive filming day. These days always made you nervous. More cameras than usual, more eyes than usual, and more opinions than usual. Luckily you were feeling good. You were decked out in head to toe Ferrari merch. White lace cami, vintage red leather Marlboro pants, red peep toe Manolos, with a number 16 cap. You looked the part of a die hard Ferrari fan. More importantly you looked the part of a die hard Charles Leclerc fan. And you were. His wonderful, supportive girlfriend of 2 years. His biggest fan. 
You felt the camera pan to you as Charles made his way through the garage you. He had just finished FP1 and well lets just say it wasn’t looking great… He needed you now and Charles could care less if the DTS cameras were watching. Your eyes light up as you see him getting closer to you. He grabs your waist and nudges your nose with his. 
“Hi,” you squeak, anticipating a kiss. 
“Hey..”, he whispers. “That was pretty bad wasn’t it”.
“Mmhmmm car looks pretty rubbish”, you giggle. “But that driver…. He’s pretty great. Makes a worthless car worth driving”, you say as you give him a peck. 
You both embrace in a tight hug and another kiss. Feeling the cameras rolling and hearing the photographers clicking away, you both start laughing. Oh this will be Netflix gold. 
Take Two:
Rain in October and in Austin, Texas. What are the odds! A usual dry race with an unrelenting sun had turned into a gray, storm filled race. The track was almost flooded. The radios of drivers shooting off justifiably angry that the race hadn’t been red flagged yet. The DTS cameras were here of course. Another perfect scene for them, they’d definitely be getting the footage they wanted.
Your hands enclosed in a prayer, begging for the officials to do something. To call for a pause, to cancel! There was no way the race could continue like this. Visibility is almost next to zero. You intensely listen to the radio, checking for Charles’s voice. He’s mad, he can’t see, and he’s ready to get out of the car. 
You’re watching the screen as the cars begin to slow around a turn, you see Charles and Pierre bump sending Charles off the track. It was all in slow motion. His car and your reaction moving at the speed of molasses. While the bump seemed minor, there were more cars headed his way. That’s what scared you. Just as that thought enters your mind, Checo’s car shoots down the track and narrowly misses Charles sending water crashing into him. You let out a shriek and cover your face crouching to the ground. The cameras all turn to you, documenting your reaction. You peek through your fingers seeing everyone staring and the lens facing you. At first you feel embarrassed but then you remember, that’s your man! You stand back up, straightening your posture, and brushing your hair off your shoulder. Arthur envelops you in a hug and points to the screen. 
Charles is being rescued by the emergency crew and he’s making his way back to you. He’s coming back to the safety of the garage and the safety of your arms. The DTS cameras know what’s coming next, and they stay on you waiting for the paddock’s favorite couple to reunite. 
Take Three:
Silverstone was always packed. But this year felt different. The crowd looked like sardines packed into a tin can. No room to move or even breathe. 
Charles held open the car door for you and grabbed your hand. He knew you didn’t love these crowds. He held your hand tight as you walked into the paddock. Cameras flashing, fans screaming, and DTS film crews lurking. You and Charles had one mission. Get to the Ferrari building as fast as possible.
Hands stuck like glue, you’re both practically running through the paddock. Of course, Charles being the man he is, has to stop and take pictures. But this leads to more attention and bigger crowds. You don’t mind, you know they love him. He deserves the love. Yet, the crowd becomes more…. pushy, more desperate for a glimpse at the Ferrari man. 
As he takes the millionth picture, you feel someone clench your arm and rip you from Charles. Letting out a scream, you fall into the ocean of the crowd. A man, desperate to get a picture, had done the unthinkable. He put his hands on you. Charles felt you instantly leave his presence. He snaps around grabbing your hand once more, and focuses his attention at the man. 
“Don’t you dare touch her!”, Charles growls with a finger in the man's face. That’s when you notice a boom mic over you capturing every second of this interaction. You let out a groan knowing that this will probably be in an episode. But hey! Your man was protecting you! 
His arms wrap around your shoulders and you both rush through the crowd heading towards the Ferrari hospitality. To the safety of your second home. Fans still hot on your tails screaming, “Leclerc! Y/n! Wait!”. Unknown to you both, DTS cameras are right behind you. Capturing the knight in shining armor protecting his princess. After what felt like a marathon, you see the Ferrari crew waiting at the entrance to welcome you in. Like deer leaping through a field, you both jump through the front doors. Doors closing, the cameras catch you both hunched over trying to catch your breath still clinging to each other. Like a wildlife documentary they sit at the door documenting two creatures that had just escaped a near death experience. 
After taking that moment to pause, you turn and see cameras pressed against the door recording you and Charles. You can’t help but let out a big belly laugh tapping him on the shoulder to look. Charles sees, grabs your hand, and flips off the camera pulling you towards his room. 
This episode will definitely be talked about! 
Take Four:
He takes the checkered flag! Charles Leclerc wins the Las Vegas Grand Prix!
The whole garage erupts into celebration. Charles wins! Carlos in 2nd. It’s a 1-2 result for the Ferrari team. What more could Fred have asked for. The whole garage runs towards the podium, awaiting their boys. You take off running towards the barrier followed by a film crew of course. Unsurprising to anyone, the Drive to Survive team is here to capture the lavish race that is Vegas. 
The podium waiting area is front to back red. You want to see him, you need to see him. But how can you get to the front? Not wanting to be rude, you tap shoulders and whisper ‘excuse mes’. As people turn ready to shout at the person cutting through, they recognize you. With sheepish smiles they usher you through to the front. Cameras following, but you could care less. 
Finally, you're at the front waiting for the drivers to exit the cars. Barriers crushing your ribs, you can feel your heart ready to leap out of your chest in anticipation. Then there he is! He leaps out of the car and throws his hands up. He points to the sky, and then points to the team. Jumping down he sprints to the Ferrari team ready to welcome back their champion. He leaps into the arms of the first team members he sees. Everyone reaching to touch him, to congratulate him, to get a glimpse of their driver. He scans the front row looking for you. He knew you’d be there but where are you? As he takes off his helmet he sees you. Tears have stained your cheeks and hair a mess from running. 
Charles jumps to you and grabs your face. Hands over your jaw, he brings your lips together. The kiss says everything and more. Cameras push in closer and closer as you continue kissing your driver. You break apart and laugh knowing what they’re capturing. Charles looks you in the eyes and says, “Another kiss for the winner?”. 
“Always”, you beam and bring him back into you. Charles takes a hand and pushes the lens away from you both. Trying to get some privacy in the most public situation ever. The film crew lets up knowing they just got their shot. They just got the money shot of their number one F1 driver and Drive to Survive’s newest star… who’s not a driver. Who would’ve thought!
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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo
summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.
warnings: MENTIONS OF AN ABUSIVE TOXIC RELATIONSHIP. Not in super detail, just her grabbing her and saying some hurtful toxic things, mentions of alcohol, mentions of losing a loved one
chris pov
Do you know how it feels when you light up a cigarette? I know it might sound stupid to non-avid-smokers, but the feeling you get when you light the flame and breathe in the nicotine and tobacco through your teeth.
It’s almost like a deep breath. Like you’re finally getting your deep breath after you’ve been drowning.
That’s how it felt being with y/n
I guess that’s why I started smoking.
I guess that’s how I got addicted to it.
It’s how I got addicted to her.
She laid against me snoring softly as she held onto me for dear life as she slept. I ran my hands through her perfect hair as she laid there.
I glanced over at the clock.
4:47am
God, I’ve been watching her sleep for a while. She’d been talking about her day, her week. What she’d been doing. I just listened smiling and nodding at her as she spoke. Until she stopped talking and her breaths came, noting she was asleep.
Sometimes I really do wonder how it felt being in her position. Me a couple months ago couldn’t see the situation she was going through anymore that rich people problems. But that was stupid. That was naive.
Shallow minded.
She was kind. She had a good heart. She had dreams.
She wasn’t some stuck up rich girl, she was a person. Believe or not.
She shifted in her sleep, rubbing her face against me even more as her hand shifted under my shirt and rested her smooth manicured hands against my bare chest.
“Mhm Chris”
I glanced down to her eyes. She was still dead asleep. I smiled down at her, pushing the hair out of her face as her mouth parted breathing again.
She even thought about me in her sleep.
I couldn’t stop smiling. Sure, the situation at hand wasn’t ideal. She was in a relationship with the last person who deserved her presence. I just tried not to think about it.
I looked up at the ceiling.
We had spent the rest of the night jumping on her bed trying to place the stars on her ceiling. They glowed softly, being the only light source in the room.
A part of me does feel guilty about the situation. Cheating was never something I stood behind, and clearly at the beginning of whatever we were, she didn’t stand behind it either.
But things got complicated. Things got messy.
And here I was, knee deep in a open relationship.
I wondered what Rose would think about all this. I wondered if all of it never happened, if she stayed, would I still be in Boston? Would I have never moved here? Would we still be together?
Would I have never have met her?
I glanced down at y/n.
I loved Rose, I’ll never not love Rose. But why do I feel guilty for loving someone else now? Someone who’s nothing like Rose.
My heart clenched.
“It’ll always be you Chris. Your heart is so pure” Rose whispered up at me. I pushed her strawberry blonde hair out of her face.
“I’ll never love someone who isn’t you” I whispered back. She smiled and kissed the tip of nose before laying against me. She ran her hands up my chest.
“If something ever happens to me, will you be okay?” Her small voice spoke. I shifted under her.
“Rose, don’t say things like that” I mumbled. She didn’t look up at me. “Chris, I’m serious” She whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Would you fall in love again?” She whispered.
I blinked down at her.
“No” I stated blankly. She looked up at me. Her eyes not smiling. I shook my head. “What are you on about?” I asked looking at her. She took in a breath.
“I don’t want to fall in love with anyone else” I shook my head. She swallowed and kissed the side of my face, but her face was twisted. I couldn’t read her.
She laid against my shoulder.
“I don’t want to love anyone who’s not you” I whispered. She stayed silent. I looked down at her, tears were lining her eyes. I shifted.
“Hey, listen to me” I whispered pressing my hands against her face. She looked up at me. “I love you, you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with someone else” I shook my head.
She took in a breath laying back against me, but something didn’t feel right. We both stared at the ceiling as my stereo played softly in the background. Just both of our breathing being the sounds in the dark room.
“I’m not” She mumbled.
“I’m worried you won’t”
That was the last time I saw her. The police found her the next morning.
I closed my eyes, feeling the tears pouring down my cheeks. I swallowed. Y/n’s hand moved out of my shirt and wrapped around my body.
My arms were around her, and I didn’t want to wake her up by leaning up and wiping the tears from my face. It’s been years. Years since that conversation. Years since the funeral. Years since I moved here.
I wasn’t lying. I didn’t want to love anyone else.
But I realized something. You don’t choose your life, what happens to you, who you lose, what parents you have, who you fall in love with. It just happens. To try to control that is trying to tell the sun not to shine or the clouds not to rain. It’s impossible.
I meant it when I told her that I didn’t want her to be Rose. I don’t. I never wanted anyone to try to be like her. I loved her for the reasons I loved her and that had nothing to do with Y/n.
It was just harder to admit to her or myself that I had fallen in love again. Especially in a situation like this. I looked up to the fake stars wondering if Rose was proud of me for falling in love again or if she was angry for the way that I fell, the situation I put myself in.
I looked down at Y/n.
“Is it a horrible thing that I feel horrible about falling in love with you?” I whispered down at her sleeping figure. She didn’t react, didn’t move, didn’t speak, she was asleep.
I sniffled and looked back up at the ceiling. “It’s killing me that you’re still with him” I whispered next to her. The sounds of her breathing being her only response.
“It’s killing me that I feel like I’m betraying Rose” I said almost not audible. I swallowed staring up at the stars.
I’m so scared. I’m so scared that it won’t work. I’m so scared that she won’t break up with him. I’m so scared of losing someone else. I think it would hurt even more knowing she was alive and still left.
“M’ love you”
My eyes froze at the ceiling, my body stiffened. My gaze trickled down to her. She sighed, her eyes closed. “Chris” she breathed shifting lightly before falling back into the deepness of her sleep.
My breathing became uneasy as I looked down at her. I closed my eyes. I released my arms around her being careful not to wake her up as I grabbed her wrist, prying her from me.
Her eyes didn’t open. I couldn’t breathe. I sat up rolling her over, placing a pillow in the place of me. She hugged the pillow, still not rustling awake.
I stood off her bed as she laid fast asleep. I just stared down at her.
“You love me?” I whispered. No response. Just her chest rising and falling in her sleep. I placed my hands over my face. A sharp pain in my chest.
It scared me to fall in love, but it was even scarier knowing the pressure of her falling in love with me too.
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y/n pov
“Y/n!” Sydney yelled wrapping her arms around me. I smiled hugging her back. “Not too bad huh?” I smiled down at her. “No, it’s fucking great!” She yelled over the music. I smiled and nodded.
“And your makeup!” She gushed looking up at me. I smiled and looked down, running my hands through my hair. “Not too much?” I breathed a weight on my chest. She shook her head.
My eyes glanced over my living room, scanning each face. Some I knew, some I didn’t.
“Are you okay?” She asked loudly. I looked back down at her. “Yeah! Have you seen—“ I started to yell before leaning down to her. “Chris?” I whispered. She just stared at me.
“Are you serious?” She glared at me. I swallowed and shrugged. “I don’t know I invited him but—“
“Y/n! It’s your birthday! Forget about that kid” She shook her head. I forced and nod and smile, but still looked around the room. I looked down at my phone.
10:10 pm
The party’s been going on for an hour now. I sighed putting my phone down. “Now, come on. Cayden and Max are in the kitchen taking shots” She dragged me towards the kitchen. I followed her.
I walked into the kitchen catching Max’s eyes. “My birthday girl!” He cheered, pushing people out of the way as he walked over to me. I smiled softly up at him as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
He kissed the top of my head.
“Come on, a shot for the birthday girl!” Max said towards Cayden who was playing bartender. He smiled tipping the vodka into a shot glass. I looked up at Max.
“Max I don’t—“
“Come on babe, it’s your birthday. It’s a hall pass” He said leaning down and kissing me. I pushed away from him. “It’s not about a hall pass, I just don’t-“
He grabbed the shot putting it in my hand. I looked up at him. “Stop being a buzz kill and take the shot” He said staring down at me. I swallowed feeling everyone’s eyes on me.
Max grabbed a shot glass pouring his own. “Ready?” Max said staring down at me. I blinked at him. “Max I don’t want to” I whispered softly up at him.
He took in a breath before reaching down and grabbing the shot out of my hand, turning and looking at someone behind him.
“Shot?”
I tilted my head seeing a blonde push up off the counter and nod. He smiled handing her the shot and they both looked at each other before tapping the glass on the counter and downing the shot.
I just watched them, my mouth slightly parted. Cheers echoed through the kitchen. Max exhaled before looking down at me smiling. I looked over at the blonde who turned and looked at her friends giggling.
“Seriously?” I mumbled looking at him.
“Come on babe it’s not that serious” He said wrapping his arms around my waist. I glanced over to the girl. “She’s a freshman” I mumbled. He raised his eyebrows. “And can take shots better than you” He said.
I glared at him.
“Max” I heard Sydney’s voice say. He turned his head. “What? I’m just saying” He shook his head. I grabbed him arms around me, pushing him away from me walking away.
“Babe! Come on” I heard his voice as I walked away. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I walked through the party.
Where’s Chris?
I felt someone grab my arm. I look up meeting Sydney’s eyes. I pulled my arm back. She sighed looking at me. “Y/n, let it go he’s just drunk” She mumbled. I shook my head.
I turned my head before meeting a pair of familiar eyes.
Nate.
“I’ll be right back” I said looking at her and then walking through the crowd of people. If Nate was here, Chris can’t be that far. “Excuse me” I mumbled as I moved through the people crowding my house.
I ran up to Nate.
“Nate”
He turned from the sound of my voice. He let out a breath as he saw me. “Y/n” He nodded. I smiled slightly and looked around. “Where Chris?” I asked softly. He just looked at me before looking down at his feet.
A bad feeling came up my throat.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. He’s not coming, I didn’t want you to wait up on him” he said looking at me. I just blinked at him. I cleared my throat.
“What—what do you mean? He told me last night, he said he was coming” I shook my head confusion all over my face. He just looked at me.
“Is he okay?” I asked my chest clenching. He just looked at me. “Is he at his house?” I asked looking towards the door.
“Just give him time y/n, he gets like this sometimes” He explained. I shook my head not understanding.
“Gets like what? Nate we were fine yesterday. Is he okay? Did something happen?” I asked shaking my head my pulse quickening. He just stared at me.
“Y/n just calm down” He said looking at me. I shook my head, feeling my heartbeat way too well. “I c-can’t Nate. I can’t lose him, Nate I—why isn’t he here?” I said feeling heat come up my neck.
“He just didn’t want to come”
I stared at him. I shook my head. “No, he told me he would come Nate” I swallowed. He sighed looking at me. “He’s coming” I nodded looking at Nate as he stared at me, pity all over his face.
“I wouldn’t wait up” Nate mumbled before walking past me. I just watched him as he walked out of the house. I stared at the door.
I felt arms come around me once Nate’s presence was gone. I swallowed as I stared at the door. “You didn’t open your present from me” Max said pressing his lip against my ear.
“Max I need to talk to you” I said staring at the door. He sighed as he walked around me. I looked up at him with a straight face.
“Here, I got you a sprite” He said handing me a solo cup. I looked from the cup to him. “I’m not thirsty” I said looking up at him. He rolled his eyes.
“Babe, I’m sorry about before. Just take the drink it’s just sprite” He shook his head looking down at me. I stared at him.
“Max I have to talk to you about something” I said almost a whispered. He took a deep breath looking down at me.
“Take the sprite, open my present. Then we can talk” He said staring down at me. I glanced to the sprite before taking it out of his hand and looking down at it.
“Presents upstairs” He motioned towards my steps. I looked towards then stairs and then back at him. He smiled and grabbed my hand as he led me up the stairs.
I took a drink out of the cup, before rubbing my lips together and looking down at it. It tasted weird. Not like bitter alcohol weird. Like too fizzy weird. I looked up at Max as we made it to the top of the steps.
We walked into my room and he closed the door. I set down the drink turning back to him.
“Look Max I—“
“Present” he said walking over to my dresser and handed me a small box. I looked up at him as he watched me. I sighed as I undid the box.
A small necklace was on display in the box.
A gold necklace.
I don’t wear gold.
I looked up at his smiling face. “Do you like it?” He smiled. I sighed setting the box down. “It’s beautiful Max” I said looking up at him. He smiled as he stepped forwards and pressed his lips to mine.
I kissed him back softly as he gripped my hips. I wiggled out of his grip on me. “Max you’re gonna wrinkle my dress” I said looking up at him. He just shook his head smiling.
“I don’t care” he chuckled moving back over to me and kissing me again and grabbed me. I moved my face away from him and he just started to kiss my neck. “Max, the party I have to-“ I breathed. His hand came up around my throat. “Stop talking” his grip tightened. I whined at the grip he had on me. I hated it.
I wiggled my arms between us and it just caused his grip to tighten against me. This didn’t feel good. This didn’t feel like how I felt when I was with Chris. This felt like the exact opposite.
I tried to swallowed. I felt dizzy. I managed to get my arms between us before shoving him off of me.
“Max!” I cried as I pushed him, as my fingers came up to my neck. “What?” He breathed looking at me. I felt my eyes start to water.
“Why were you grabbing me like that?” I said looking up at him, trying to lower my heart rate. “Like what? It was to turn you on” He said shaking his head. I glared at him.
“Why the fuck would that turn me on?” I said shaking my head. He just stood there and stared at me, like he didn’t know what to say. My throat ran dry and I walked over to the sprite before drinking some more, but there was a weird taste to it.
I looked up at him, he just stared at me.
“Is this diet or something?” I asked setting the cup down. He just looked at me and shrugged. I shook my head looking away from him.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought we would—“
“We would what? Have sex?” I asked glaring at him. He just blinked at me, before his gaze hardened.
“You’re acting like that’s out of the question, you’re my girlfriend and I can’t remember the last time you let me touch you” His voice raised.
I turned away from him.
“That’s not the y/n I know—and to be honest? It’s really pissing me off” he said grabbing me, making me turn to him. I looked down on his grip on me. “Max” I breathed bending slightly from the pain.
“What? Are you getting it from someone else? Cause you’re not getting it from me” He spat down at my face. I winced and attempted to pull from him.
“You’re hurting me” my voice broke. He pulled me closer to him. “Answer the question” he said through gritted teeth. I swallowed and shook my head.
“Huh? Are you cheating on me? Are you that much of a slut?” He spat down at me. “Max” I cried pulling against his grip. He fought me, before grabbing my other arm and pushing me against the wall. I winced from the pain of the impact. I turned my head as he leaned his face to mine.
“Max you’re just drunk snap out of it” I cried as I squeezed my eyes closed. “You’re a slut. You know that? You’re a slut” He screamed at me as the door pushed open.
Max turned his head before he let me go and I fell slightly.
I blinked my eyes open seeing Sydney standing there, slightly in shock. Her eyes widened looking between us. She swallowed.
“Uh, I was just gonna tell y/n that the cake’s here. Everyone’s waiting” She whispered. Max sighed and looked down. I just shook against the wall.
Max looked at me before looking back at Sydney.
“Just give us a second” He mumbled.
I pushed myself off the wall before walking past both of them and out of my room, tears burning at my eyes.
I was so embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed that Sydney saw that.
I walked down the steps wiping my eyes, and I felt the werid feeling of dizziness come over me again. I shook my head as I made it to the end of the steps.
I looked up seeing everyone looking at me. The noise of them singing happy birthday washed over me. I just stood frozen as Cayden walked over to me holding a cake with candles, but his voice altered when he saw my face.
I scanned the room as I looked at every face. Not one of them being the face I wanted to see.
Cayden stood in front of me as I looked down feeling the flames from the candle way too much as the song finished.
I just looked up at him before pushing past him and out of my front door. I just needed Chris. He could make it all better. I just had to get to Chris.
As the cold air washed over me, I felt the dizziness again. I shook my head as I reached down, pulling the heels off my face as I sprinted down the street.
Chris’s face being the only thing I could see as I ran.
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straykeedz · 5 months
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day 16: i.n. + breeding kink
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tw: established relationship!au; both protected and unprotected piv sex (don't do this one at home! 🤨); very brief nipple play; creampie; ♡
wc: 2,2k;
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smut below the cut, minors dni.
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Jeongin’s all over your body, kissing, licking, touching every single spot of you as if his life depended on it - he feels like it does. His hard-on is pressed against your belly, hard and leaking pre-cum already, and you can’t wait to feel him inside of you. He seems to notice your eagerness, because he moves his hand south to wrap his slender fingers around the base of his cock, slightly pulling away from your body just so he can align his tip to your wet entrance, but before he can part your folds with his cock, you stop him by placing the palm of your hand on his chest. 
“Wait.”, you murmur, and he snaps his head up to look you in the eyes - scared that he might’ve hurt you or made you uncomfortable, or that maybe he misinterpreted your intentions for the night. “We should use a condom this time.”, you say before he can even ask you what’s wrong. 
He furrows his eyebrows. A condom? Why? You’ve been dating for years, are both clean and haven’t used condoms since last year, when you both agreed to - since you’re on birth control anyways. So why are you asking him to put on a condom now? Of course he’s going to use one since you asked him to, he’s not an asshole, but he just finds it strange.
“I mean - sure, but - why?”, he can’t help but ask. 
You chuckle at his reaction, pecking his pouty lips as you caress his cheekbone with the knuckle of your fingers. “Because I’ve been on antibiotics for the past week - since I was sick and stuff. And the doctor told me to be careful since it can mess with my birth control and I could technically get pregnant. So it’s best if we use condoms for the rest of the month, until I get my period.”, you explain. 
A shiver runs down Jeongin’s spine once he hears those words. He doesn’t know why, but when you mentioned there’s a chance you might get pregnant if you do it raw, Jeongin felt his dick get even harder. The thought kind of intrigues him, to be honest, which is stupid, because he most definitely doesn’t want to knock you up any time soon. You’re both very young and there’s a lot of things you want to accomplish in your lives before thinking of growing a family - but it makes his cock throb nonetheless. 
To shake the thought off his mind, he quickly opens  the bedside drawer and fishes a condom. As he puts it on, he can’t help but wonder what would happen if it broke? He knows it’s not gonna happen and that they’re resistant and made for withstanding even the roughest sex, yet he can’t help but think what if. 
When he enters you, he closes his eyes and pretends the thin barrier of latex isn’t there, that he’s fucking you raw and that it’s risky, because your birth control could potentially not be working right now, and he could be unknowingly knocking you up. That very thought makes him let out a choked moan as he thrusts himself inside of you at a relentless pace. What if he starts fucking you so hard the condom rips, allowing his cum to coat your walls? Would you get pregnant on the first try - or more like, accident? The mere thought drives him crazy, hips snapping harder against yours to the point the tip of his cock is practically kissing your cervix. He’s sure he’s never fucked you as hard as he’s fucking you right now. 
“Yes - right there, baby.”, you moan, biting hard on the back of your hand to suppress your moans- a signal you’re close to reaching your high. 
He wonders if you’re thinking about it too, or if it’s just him who’s being a creep about it. He doesn’t dare to ask you, though. He kinda wants to keep this forbidden thought to himself, doesn’t want to share it with anyone. What’s the harm, right? It’s just an innocent fantasy, it’s not a bid deal. 
He once read somewhere that if the female has an orgasm during unprotected penetrative sex, it might increase the chance of her getting pregnant - and since then, that’s all he can think about when he feels you clench around him, coating the condom in your sweet release. If he filled you up now, the chances of knocking you up would be higher - oh, how good you would look pregnant with his child. Before he can process what’s going on, he feels his own orgasm wash over him, and he’s filling up the condom. 
The second, it’s a couple of months later. You throw up because of a food poisoning, and ask him to wear a condom again. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”. 
And basically - the same thing happens. 
Jeongin practically fucks you into the mattress as the same scenarios take place in his mind - maybe the condom would break and he would notice only once he pulls out and watch his seed drip from your hole, but it’d be too late. It’s not about getting to cum inside of you, though, because he does it pretty regularly - it’s all about the risk. The thought of doing something that you shouldn’t be doing. It makes him practically drill his hard cock into you - making you cum within seconds as he keeps on thrusting inside of you, finishing not too long after you, spilling - unfortunately - inside the latex. 
“Get pregnant. Fuck- you’d look so gorgeous pregnant with my child.”, he thinks as he fucks you through his orgasm. “Wanna knock you up so bad."
Except he doesn’t think it, he whispers it. 
It’s almost inaudible, but with the way his body is pressed against yours, it’s impossible for you not to hear it. He doesn’t realize he said it out loud, too lost in the moment as he milks his cock inside of you. 
You know he doesn’t want to actually get you pregnant - you talked about the eventuality of having children together one day and you’re both on the same page about this, you do want to have kids together but not right now. 
That’s why his innocent fantasy piques your interest. 
So, you come out with a plan, a plan he’ll hopefully enjoy. Well, of course he’ll enjoy it, since it involves having sex with you - the man can’t just get enough of your pussy, but that’s okay, because you can’t get enough of his dick either. 
Jeongin’s body’s hovering hover yours as his lips - wet with your orgasm since he’s just finished eating you out like a starved man, making you come twice on his tongue - kiss every inch of your neck and collarbone. He’s sliding his cock up and down your folds, coating it in what remains of your orgasm, not putting it inside just yet - wanting this intimate moment between the two of you to last as long as possible. 
“I want you, jagiya.”, he mumbles against your skin, leaving a series of kisses on your neck. “You’re driving me crazy. Been waiting to be inside of you the whole day.”, he grunts, one of his veiny hands groping your breast as his cockhead repeatedly brushes your sensitive clit. 
“Mhhh, been waitin’ to feel you inside of me the whole day.”, you chuckle, tugging at his black hair as he leaves a kisses on the corner of your mouth, then pecks your lips. 
Then, he takes his hard cock in his hand and aligns its tip to your entrance - this time he’s not wearing a condom, there’s no reason to - and slowly pushes inside. Your walls practically suck him in, squeezing him in all the right places as he bottoms out in one motion. 
“Fuck, I’d die right here between your legs.”, he grunts, hiding his forehead in the crook of your neck as he takes a few seconds to recollect himself. 
“It’d be a nice death, wouldn’t it?”, you giggle, crossing your arms over his back, nails delicately scraping his skin as he starts thrusting inside of you slowly, yet deep. 
“The best.”, he moans, sucking on the flesh of your neck as his thrusts turn a little bit rougher until the sound of slapping skin fills your bedroom, his cock deliciously filling you to the brim. “Fuck- you always feel so good, jagi.”
But you can’t help but notice he’s fucking you differently than those two times. It’s intense, yes, and he’s desperate to feel you - but it’s different. So - you decide this is the moment to test your theory. 
“You’re fucking me so well, Innie.”, you whimper, tugging at his hair as he keeps thrusting inside of you. “We should probably be careful, tho.”, you murmur. 
In the heat of the moment, Jeongin’s brain doesn’t fully process your words. “Why?”, he grunts, snapping his hips to meet your movements, but he’s not really focused in the conversation. 
“I forgot to take the pill yesterday.”
It’s not true - just a little white lie to fulfill your boyfriend’s fantasy. 
Jeongin is ashamed of the sound that leaves his mind as soon as you whisper those words in his ear - a shiver runs through his whole body as he thrusts particularly hard inside of you, gripping your hip so tight his knuckles turn white. It’s okay, you like a little pain. 
“Mhh, I knew it.”, you hiss after a particular hard thrusts that has you seeing stars. “I knew the idea of knocking me up turns you on.”
It’s like something inside of Jeongin snaps, because he starts fucking you harder, balls repeatedly slapping against the skin of your ass as his cocks reaches spots inside of you you didn’t even know existed until now. 
“Jagi…”, he whimpers, moving desperately inside of you. 
“Doesn’t it?”
“So much.” Jeongin answers immediately, words rolling off his tongue automatically - he’s not even thinking right now. “I wanna knock you up so bad.”, he grunts, groping one of your tits, squeezing your nipple between his fingers as he takes the other in his mouth, releasing it soon after. “These would look so sexy full of milk.” At this point he’s just rambling, not even paying attention to this words - that’s how much pussydrunk he is, just for you. 
“If you - fuck.”, you’re cut off by Jeongin’s cockhead brushing your g-spot in a particularly good angle. “If you keep fucking me like this I’ll cum.”
“Cum.” Jeongin encourages you, brushing that same spot repeatedly, determined to get you off as fast as possible, sensing he’s close to his own release too. “Please, please, cum.”, even though you’re the one who’s this close to cumming, he’s the one who’s whining. 
You cum after a series of precise thrusts, falling apart around his cock, scratching his back with your nails as you kick your head back, toes curling as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Now it’s your turn.”, you pant, still dazed from your orgasm, but very much determined to make him fall apart, too, desperate to see him lose control. 
“‘M close too.”, he whimpers, pecking your lips to muffle his own sounds. 
You pull his hair, careful not to hurt him, making him look you in the eye, still fucking you into oblivion. “Good boy, cum for me.”, you encourage him. “Don’t you want to fill me up? Fuck me full of cum to make sure you get me pregnant?”
You watch closely the way his eyes roll in the back of his head as he pars his lips to let out a moan. “I do.”, he lets out a choked whimper. “I do, fuck. Wanna knock you up so bad.” 
He doesn’t even realize he’s cumming until he feels it drip out of your hole, coating and probably staining the sheets. His orgasm lasts longer than usual, and it’s much more intense too - his whole body tenses, his muscles flex and his toes curl as his cock throbs inside of you, spilling until the very last drop of his seed. His body falls on top of yours as he tries to catch his breath while you caress his shoulders and hair. 
Then, realization hits him. 
“Fuck.” 
His body practically jolts up as he sits on the mattress, looking at you with wide eyes, visibly panicked. He’s finished inside of you, and you told him you were supposed to be careful. How could he be so stupid? He should’ve controlled himself better. 
“Jagi, I-“, he sounds as if he’s about to burst into a sob. 
“Don’t worry, Innie.”, you giggle, taking him off-guard. “I didn’t forget to take the pill. We’re safe.”
He looks at you confused, yet relieved at the same time. “Then why-“
You interrupt him. “I just wanted to prove a point.”, you giggle.
“Which point?”, he asks. 
“That you have a breeding kink.”, you state matter-of-factly. “And I was right.”
“How… how did you know?”, he’s flustered, cheeks turning pink, embarrassed his kink has been exposed, that his secret is out. 
“Let’s just say you’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
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𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳!𝚃𝙾𝙹𝙸 - the first time he fucks you is at a bar.
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3508wc. n\\fw. drinking, blurry consent, public restroom sex (unprotected), oral. barely edited. gets fluffy toward the end bc i cannot help myself
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BODYGUARD!TOJI was barely of 16 when your father plucked him from his clan. he’d been barely 16, trained to fight from the moment he was born, and given to you for your 13th birthday. he knows what happened -he won a fight, your father paid a hefty price for him, and his family handed him over like an animal-, but knows fuck all about how you ended up his responsibility. he’d been forced to fight for as long as he could remember, bred for that sole purpose, and protecting something -someone- was nothing like it.
but he had no choice but to accept the responsibility, made sweeter by the money and comfort that came with it. so, he plays knight-and-princess with you. lets you do fuck all as long as you don’t make his job tedious. and he finds that you’re amusing as time passes, so even tho he’d rather be bashing someone head into a concrete underground for others’ entertainment, he finds himself sticking closer and closer to you. his green gaze bored but always focused. always attentive. doesn’t even really like taking time off because he doesn’t trust anyone else to have your best interest in mind.
(doesn’t like other people touching his things, either.)
and proof of this comes one evening in a bar you shouldn’t know anything about. because you are a little princess- he’s made sure to keep you this way, following your fathers orders- and no little princess of his should know anything about where he goes to get his dick wet.
and yet: you’re sitting at a table with a group he recognizes from your college days. it’s a shock to his system, seeing how much they’ve grown. seeing that they’re men and not scrawny little crew members. and, in turn, seeing how much you’ve grown.
it hits him like a ton of fucking bricks. he doesn’t know how he missed it beyond the fact that he’s been doing his job, but he watches as you laugh at something one of them says before taking a shot. and then another. and another- this one spills from your lips, falling onto your bared chest and slipping between your breasts and he wonders where the fuck whoever was assigned to you is because this is the last thing you should be doing.
but, there is no sign of them. so he watches from his vantage point, keeping track of you as you attempt to cut yourself off while one of the little assholes continues to push drinks in your direction. and after an hour, when you get up to go to the restroom and said asshole teammate follows, toji is forced to recognize that his job has become a lifestyle. and his lifestyle is you.
of all fucking things.
so he follows and finds you in the bathroom. bent over the sink as the little asshole eats you out. and he has to hand it to you -as his eyes dart from where the other man is buried between your thighs to the view of you in the mirror, your tits squished together between your arms and hazy bliss on your face- he’s impressed by the turn of events. amused as your lips part under the low lights and you shift your weight to arch your back and reach back to adjust his head.
it’s your moan that snaps him out of it, whatever the fuck it is, forcing him to scowl before he growls your name. your eyes open slowly, finding him in the mirror, and shock flickers across your features for barely a second before your lashes flutter against your cheeks. 
“t-toji,” you breathe as your finger loosen in your old teammate's hair.
he has no fucking clue how he hears you over the roar of the bar. no clue except for the fact that he’s perfectly-conditioned -no, fine-tuned to everything about you.
it’s a death sentence. truly.  (and worse: he doesn’t hate it.)
“whoa,” the old teammate says. “dude. you’re still around?”
toji’s eyes flicker down to see the boy wiping his mouth with the back of hand.
“of course he is. what type of stupid question is that, brock?” you ask as you pull up your jeans. “toji and i will always be together.”
the other man -brock- looks between the two of you in surprise before asking, “like, romantically?”
“get out,” toji bites out, watching as you turn to lean your bum on the sink. “now, little boy.”
“what are you even doing here?” you ask once you’re alone. 
he ignores the question in favor saying, “only sluts gets fucked in bathrooms. the filthier the cheaper.”
“ouch.” he watches as your hips wiggle distractedly, the desire for pleasure still drawn tight over your skin. “thank you for the vote of confidence.”
he sucks his teeth. “let’s go.”
“i came out to get laid. i’m not- don’t look at me. you don’t think i’m a virgin do you?”
“yes.”
you grin. it’s shit eating and his fists clench at his sides as you say, “oh” in a sympathetic tone that wedges itself under his skin. “i’m so sorry to disappoint, toji…to take that from you.”
he sees red. feels it burn through every inch of him. hears it, even, rushing through his ears. he says your name, tone clipped and cold. “let’s go.”
you don't budge. “why are you here? for the same reason?”
“where the fuck is whoever’s watching you?”
you cross your arms, framing your breasts in your low cut top, and he can’t believe how distracting it is considering he’s gone god-knows-how-long without noticing. “you’re the only one who takes care of me. everyone else lets me do whatever i want.”
“irresponsible,” he hisses and you laugh. “we’re leaving.”
“um, no. i need to get fucked.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who feels like ice water has been thrown on him. who feels his cock start to stiffen as his lip curls in disgust. BODYGUARD!TOJI who resists the urge to manhandle you out of the restroom and bar by the skin of his teeth. BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches as your mouth curls to one side, mirth flashing in your eyes, and hears himself ask, “oh, you need to get fucked, huh?”
the bathroom door is still propped open with his foot, his large body taking up every inch of the doorway, and the look you shoot him cords desire through every inch of his body.
you’ve always been his. for as long as you all have known each other you’ve belonged to him and now -now- he sees a way to own you further. deeper.
his cock throbs as the idea bounces around in his head until he finally lets the door go and turns the lock. you gasp, eyes brightening with excitement as you straighten up, hips once again moving attractively under his watchful eyes.
“are you finally going to give me what i want?”
he has to hold himself back. he knows it. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop.
“i’m not going to give you anything,” he tells you as he closes the distance. “i am going to take, though.”
your body softens, submits to him as he fills the space before you. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. “whatever you want.”
his hand settles on your hips. he hears your voice in his head, again asking are you finally going to give me what i want? he had no idea, and as he feels your skin under his palm he wonders how long you’ve wanted anything from him.
“you know you just have to ask. don’t you?”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t really let you answer. who kisses you instead, tongue slow and sweet on purpose, savoring the moment with you just in case this is the only time. who can’t unsee the woman you’ve become since his eyes were opened, and doesn’t really want to.
BODYGUARD!TOJI who pops the button on your jeans and flattens his palm against your stomach before slipping in. who lets his index and pinky fingers flank your lips as his ring and middle fingers push between them. who finds you soaking wet from more than just the mouth of that little fucking boy you’d been suffering through oral with. who smiles at the needy little cry you give, your face pressing into his chest.
“how bad have you wanted it, baby?” he hums as he plays with your clit, fingers circling and teasing. “pussy is so fucking wet…”
“don’t tease,” you breathe, fingers digging into his arm. “you already know- haa, Tojiii, fuck-”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who always gives you what you want. who pushes his fingers into your hole and fucks you with them, his other hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you to his chest. who chuckles at the way your hands clench at his tshirt, your little pants wetting the fabric as he fucks you on his fingers.
“tell me what you need, princess.”
“your cock” -you nuzzle into his chest and toji feels something irrational pulse through him, a reminder that you’re his and that you’ve wanted him settling low in his stomach- “need it, toji. hard and fast until i’m- i’m- fuck yes” -your hips cant forward, grinding your clit to his palm, and there’s a sick, sticky sound that draws a groan from his stomach- “please.”
“until you’re what?”
“be-begging you to stop. until…until after that.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t disappoint. who pulls his hand from your cunt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste and smirking at the way your eyes watch his, hazy and hungry. 
he’s drunk off of it. off of you and it’s the greatest feeling. he doesn’t think he’ll be able to give it up.
“ask for it.”
“ask?” you tease, curious amusement in your gaze. “not beg?” you tilt your chin and he kisses you, tongue stroking yours.
his thumb strokes your check. “i want to hear you ask for it. explicitly.”
“i’m asking you to fuck me like a cheap slut in a filthy bathroom.”
he smirks, licking his lips as he steps back. “turn around.”
you do, eyes meeting his in the mirror, and he’s rough as he tugs your jeans low enough. his hands squeeze at your hips and ass, thumbs digging into the crease of your thighs before pushing back into your hole and pulling you open. he watches the way your eyes flutter closed, feels the way you attempt to push back into him, and realizes that others have seen this version of you. that this glimpse into your pleasure isn’t his and his alone.
it draws a growl from his chest.
he fucks his fingers into you, hard and fast as his other hand wraps around your waist. his fingers slide through the mess you’ve made of yourself, settling on your clit and circling. faster and faster as you tremble in his arms. 
your eyes barely hold onto his as your head tilts back toward him in pleasure. he fucks you through it, adding a finger to stretch you open for him and cupping your cunt in his big hand once you attempt to wiggle away from him.
“haaa,” you breathe, looking back at him in the mirror. he dips his face into your shoulder, breathing you in, and the familiar scent of your perfume and skin mixes with the smell of your sex, overwhelming his senses and leaving him throbbing.
“fuck, toji- i-” he gives you a squeeze before letting you go “-so good. felt sooo good.”
he drops your gaze and focuses on pulling his hard on from his jeans. he decides -somewhere between fisting his thick cock and rubbing the head to your slit- that he can fuck the thought of anyone else from your mind. that he won’t have to worry about if there will be a second time, just about when.
“c-condom?”
“no.��� he smirks at you. “i’m fucking you raw, princess.”
“b-but-”
“‘m clean,” he breathes, “and you’re mine, yn.”
he hears your breath catch, feels the way you shift needily. “yours, huh?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. “how many girls have you fucked raw?”
“how many brocks have you?”
“never,” you answer. “i’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t bother hiding his groan of pleasure or shy away from leaning in to kiss the curve of your cheek. who feels like he’s won a prize- who knows he has. “good girl.”
“toji,” you bite out, your annoyance making him smirk.
“you’re the first.” he licks his lips as he fits his cock between your swollen folds, his drooling tip teasing you mercilessly. “the only… do you trust me?”
“trust suggests i doubt you, t-toji.” your statement is broken by a whimper. “i d-don’t doubt you…i could never.”
he licks at your neck, teeth grazing your skin at the taste as you say, “i’m asking you to ruin me.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who bullies his cock into you and laughs as you cum from his sheer size, your moans and whimpers of pleasure filling his ears. who fucks you hard and slow against the bathroom sink, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip as he takes and takes and takes, each stoke long and hard.
he never looks away from you, green eyes focused on watching pleasure play out on your features. watches you become his and his alone as he pounds you through another orgasm, your pretty lips parted and gaze unfocused as you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you know.
“-toji, t-toji, tojiiii-”
it echoes, each utterance like music to his ears and balm to his soul as you cum again and fuck if anyone told him this is how tonight would end he’d have faught them. might have killed even. but, as it stands now -now that he feels your velvety walls around his cock, pulsing and stretching to take all of him- he can’t help but accept the situation for what it is: heaven. 
BODYGUARD!TOJI who taunts you, the hand at your neck sliding, his arm cradling you in a chokehold as he pulls you back. your back bows, pushing you further onto his cock, and he can’t help the groan that escapes him as you gasp because he’s nearly all the way. who stuffs you to the brim, imprints himself on you, and he’s certain he could go a little further. that he could give you more and you’d accept like you were made for him. that you could take all of it if he really needed you to. 
“makin’ such a fuckin’ mess, baby,” he murmur, loving the tears that wet you’re cheeks. “such a sloppy fuckin’ pussy.”
you whimper, walls pulsing weakly around him in the sweetest of orgasms: they’re his now. not yours. you know it as well as he does. you may have needed to get fucked- might have enjoyed the first two, but everything that’ll ever follow is his.
“ruin you, uh?” he asks, breath hot at your ear. “ruin you for who? for fun?”
“f-for an-nyone else, ba-haa, god, fuck-baby. ah-i don’want anyone else.”
he smirks, tilting his hips just right and feeling the head of his cock slip in deeper. like a fucking puzzle piece. you gasp and cry, hands coming up to grip his arm.
“tojiii,” you whimper, tears wetting his arms. 
“i’m ruining you, baby,” he bites out, pounding into you and finally letting his eyes fall to where your tits bounce in your shirt. “you asked for it, didn’t you?”
you groan, the sound delirious before you breathe, “yeah…”
“say it” -he shakes you a bit, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze- “lemme hear you say it.”
“i asked f-for this,” you pant, eyes hazy in the mirror. you do your best to maintain eye contact and he can’t help but find it sexy. the way you struggle and accept and cry and again say, “i-i asked for thiiiis.”
he can still feel you trembling, walls pulsing weakly over and over, and as your body sags against him he sees fucking stars because the weight of you is perfect. perfect. perfect as fucks into you, short and fast now, loving the feel of your swollen cunt sucking him back in with every stroke.
“tappin’ out on me, already?” he chuckles, voice low as he listens to you. someone bangs on the door, but you’re too far gone to notice and he doesn’t give a fuck. “i thought you needed you get fucked, princess? were you that desperate? i haven’t even filled you up yet.”
“toji,” you murmur, nails digging into his arm.
he grunts, loving the feel of it. “gonna take more for me, yeah?”
you moan, half looking over your shoulder. “yeah,” you agree, voice thick with lust.
“a lil’ more for me, baby. you feel so good…”
 “a-asked for this.”
fuck. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing and balls aching. all because of you. you. who he’s never even considered and yet-
he shoves his fingers into your mouth before you can cry out, moaning at the wet feel of your tongue. “can you still taste your pussy on my fingers? good girl, baby. suck’em just like that.”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who teases filth in your ear until he fills you up and holds you still on his cock, both of his arms drawn around your shoulders and face buried into you. who can still feel you trembling, your cunt squeezing at his cock as though you haven’t gotten enough, and has to remind himself that you’re too far from home. that you’re in a disgusting public restroom. that you’re his charge, his responsibility, his spoiled brat of a princess- his.
it’s the word he focuses on because it’s true.
“toji,” he hears you say, voice breathy and desperate even now. “i-i don’t want you to pull out.”
he chuckles, eyes meeting yours in the grimy mirror. “are you asking?”
“ha- well. n-no. i can’t…i can’t take anymore. i swear to god the head of your cock is in my fucking cervix r-right now-”
he chokes on a laugh. “you’d be an actual crying mess of pleasure if that was true.”
“wha- uh. please. just let me down a little. not too fast- fucking-fuck you feel so-
“i’m so empty now.” you whimper, slipping out of his arms as you pull your jeans back up. “god, i can-i can feel your cum-”
he watches you slump against the wall and shove your hand down the front of your pants. wonders briefly who the hell would do such a thing until he hears you whimper and watches as you pull your hand free and lift your fingers to reflect the light.
“-how funny. i’ve never-”
BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches you lick your fingers, your face still wet with tears. who groans, a choked laugh escaping him at your startled expression. who tucks his spent cock back into his jeans and steps closer to you, eyes not dropping yours as you continue to lick your fingers clean.
“yn.” he leans in, kisses you over your fingers and strokes his tongue over yours once you move your hand. “are you comin’ home? or remainin’ with your friends?”
“wherever you’re going.” you hesitate for a moment before gripping the edge of his shirt, your other hand coming up to wipe your face. “if-if that’s ok.”
his knuckles brush your stomach as he buttons your jeans, but it’s only as he tugs the zipper that the gravity of what he’s done settles upon him. he’s fundamentally changed the structure of your relationship because he was angry. angry and jealous. the thought confuses him now, but it doesn’t stop him.
he hooks a finger in one of your belt loops and tugs you closer. looks down his nose at you. again wonders how he overlooked the woman you’ve become before.
“whatever you want,” he tells you, hugging you to his chest for a moment.
it dawns on him that it’s rare, touching each other. something done only out of necessity. but as your arms sneak around his waist he decides he likes it. more than he probably should, considering he works for your father. that he’s paid to protect, not fuck you.
but, his thoughts are cut short by someone banging on the door. he hugs you closer when you jump, hyper aware of how soft you are against him.
“don’t let go.”
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BODYGUARD!TOJI who accepts it. whose job has become his lifestyle and whose lifestyle is you. who understands that even though you're his -and his alone now, considering he was going to beat the shit out of whoever let you out of their sight-, you have a hold on him that he can’t describe. that you’ve always had that hold on him, from the moment he’d been sold to your father. 
“yn…i won’t.”
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daytaker · 1 month
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Could you do headcanons with the MC that's constantly napping and sleeping but somehow can keep up with whatever is going on? Just imagine them sleep talking coherent replies in a conversation during a meeting or doing the dishes with their eyes closed and lightly snoring
The Brothers React to Functional Sleeping MC
If it wasn't for Belphie, this would have confused them all a lot more.
Considering Belphegor's constant napping and occasional conversation contributions through sleep-talk, they are much less surprised by this tendency of MC's than the vast majority of people would be. It's just a natural part of life that some people are capable of sleeping and carrying out day to day activities at the same time.
Right?
(Individual brothers below the cut.)
Lucifer finds it annoying, sure, but at least you're slow-moving. What he really fears is the MC whose intense energy shatters any semblance of peace in this house. At the end of the day, though, he's not doing anything for you that he wasn't already doing for Belphie, so it's an inconvenience he can live with.
Mammon can't tell when you're actually asleep. He's convinced that you fake it a lot, since that's something Belphie is known to do when he'd rather not participate in a conversation. So he's always suspicious when you're able to complete tasks and move around while ostensibly asleep. He tries to catch you off guard and prove that you're not really sleeping, but he's never able to do it. Still, he hates that he can never let his own guard down as far as what he says when you're sleeping nearby, since there's a 50/50 chance you'll somehow absorb what he's saying and remember it in your waking life.
Levi thinks it's cute; at least, at first he does. It's a common trope in slice-of-life anime, having super cute sleepy characters. At the same time, it's a little frustrating, because you tend to just nod off whenever he tries to talk to you for any extended length of time, and he isn't going to play the game where he keeps talking just because you might actually be absorbing what he's saying! If you aren't interested enough to stay awake, he'll just stop bothering you! Hmph.
Satan finds it kind of funny, mostly because of how his brothers react to it. Mammon acting suspicious and nervous, Levi getting his feelings hurt, Asmo fawning over you, and Beel carrying you to and from RAD like luggage. He doesn't have a tremendous amount of interest in you, exactly, but you provide some real entertainment, so he appreciates that. Plus, and big shocker here: did you know cats nap a lot? You gain points in his book for this resemblance you bear to nature's most magnificent creatures.
Asmo thinks it's just precious to watch the human sleep at the table, or at their desk, or on the floor in the library, or on the toilet, or at breakfast, or at dinner, or... Mmm, are you okay, sweetie? You need to work on your sleep schedule. If you're having trouble sleeping at night, you should just come visit him! He has all sorts of ideas for how you could wear yourself out at night so you'll be refreshed during the day! :)
Beel is a little thrown off at first, because in some ways it's like Belphie never left. You'll recall that when MC first arrives in the Devildom, the other brothers besides Lucifer think Belphie is in the human world as an exchange student. So Beel wonders if maybe there was some sort of equivalent exchange shenanigans going on. They sent up a sleepy demon, so maybe that meant a sleepy human had to come down? It's very comforting, at any rate. He makes himself your unofficial guardian, carrying you out of situations where it's not safe to just lie down and sleep, or guiding you back inside after you sleepwalk out of the House of Lamentation.
Belphie is convinced he's met his soulmate, and honestly, maybe he's right. I can only imagine that you're mellow as fuck, probably got over any hard feelings from Chapter 16, and you're fast friends with Belphie now. You nap together all the time. Belphie even shares his secret hiding places with you.
Sometimes you and Belphie have full conversations in your sleep, to the amazement and amusement of the other brothers.
MC: Hungry... Go out 'n eat... Belphie: Snnn.... Jus' stay here... Kitchen... MC: Burgers... Belphie: Too cold to walk... MC: Lazy... Belphie: No, you... MC: Wear a hat... Belphie: Fine... MC: ...Hell's Kitchen in twenty... Belphie: Hmm... *Both stand up and sleepwalk to the door.* Mammon: They're not actually asleep, right? MC: *walks directly into a wall, grumbles about traffic, then continues* Mammon: ....Right?
This is the rare MC that I'd pair with Belphie. Normally I'm a little wary about how that would pan out, but if their relationship is built on mutual sleepiness and shared hiding spots to nap, well. Love is love.
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A/N: I got fascinated with the idea of Danny being Selina's son and then during work this sort of idea formed in my head.
Danny wasn't supposed to know yet. Jack had it all prepared for when Danny would get to learn about this. But this, this was not how Danny was supposed to learn about his origins yet. Jack Fenton wasn't sure how to react, so he ended up possible reacting in the worst way possible if he judged it by the way his sweet little boy was looking at them.
Jack tried to remember where it went wrong. Jazz had come to them, told them Danny wanted to have an important talk. That it was so important that she needed both of them to focus on him seriously. It had worried Maddie and him at first and when they sat down on the couch facing their children they weren't sure what to expect. But then his boy told him about the accident he had in the lap, about how things changed even asking them if they ever noticed how Danny's behaviours changed.
Jack had to admit then, that he hadn't really noticed and it made his mouth taste like dirt. He didn't like where this was going. He saw how his children exchanged a glance and then his sweet boy told them the truth and Jack could feel the horror overtaking his entire mind. The accident had changed Danny even worse.
He couldn't help but remember a term he had last heard long ago before his collage years even. Meta Human. His son had become a Meta human with ghost based powers and had kept it a secret from them for so long. Jack didn't know how to react then and still didn't know now. All he could think about were the horrors he had put his sweet little son through. All the times he had offhandedly said he would tear him apart molecule by molecule. In how much fear did his son have to live until he gathered enough courage to tell them, most likely only because Jazz was there to support him?
Jack didn't want to imagine it anymore. All he wanted was to hug his little boy and tell him that everything would be okay but before he could do anything. Maddie, his until then wonderful, wife told them something in return they had an agreement over when to tell them.
"You're adopted. You are not my child."
Until then Jack had always thought Maddie loved Danny just as much as he did but as he locked at his wife and saw the steely coldness flickering in them with distress. He wasn't so sure anymore. Torn between being angry at Maddie for the first time after so long and wanting to comfort his boy, Jack could do nothing but sat frozen as his beloved family broke apart before his eyes.
Suddenly Maddie and Jazz got into a headed argument, Danny was starting to draw into himself, making himself smaller watching his mother and sister fight. Until Maddie stormed out fo the room. Jazzie gave him a challenging look but Jack didn't know what to say so instead, what he had planned to tell his son when he turned 18 he was going to tell him now.
"Danny you know how we have barely any contact with family from my side? There is a reason behind it. But the important part here is that the only one I do keep sort of contact with is my fourth cousin and even that is nothing more than a couple messages ever few months."
"And what does that have to do with Danny?" Jazz pressed on while his little boy finally got the courage to look up at him.
"Dann-no, I need for you to now that no matter what you are or what I am going to tell you, you are my little boy, my son." Jack did everything he could to stare reassuringly at his boy and smiled once he saw him smile just a little too, he was most likely relieved that he was taking the news better than his mother.
"About 16 year ago, my fourth cousin contacted me out of the blue, till then we had only exchanged a couple of words and theories and projects. But that time was different. She was panicked, unsure and distressed. I don't know the specifics, all she told me was that she had gotten pregnant with a child from a fling who she wasn't sure wanted a relationship with or not and that she couldn't take care of a child in a city as dangerous as where she lived."
Understanding dawned on his daughter's face and Jack smiled fondly, Jazzie-pants had always been a smart cookie. "She didn't want to put the baby into her system, nor let a stranger take care of it. So she asked me and the moment I saw the little baby the first time. I knew he would be my son no matter what or how long she would want for me to take care of him."
Danny blinked wide eyed at Jack as finally his boy also understood what he was telling him. "Technically you are my fifth cousin, but I would prefer for you to stay my son for as long as you want."
He left his children after telling Danny the truth of his origin. Jack new he would love his son no matter what he was or his reaction towards the truth of his origins. Still he hoped this would not tear his family apart and that it would only take a day or two for Maddie to cool off for things to go back to an adjusted normal. Jack mused that he would have to diele back on the ghost ripping comments, he wouldn't want for his little boy to live in fear in their own house.
That what he thought until he saw his wife stewing in their bedroom, muttering about theories and how their boy wasn't their boy. He knew his wife, and dearly loved her. But it was because he knew her that he did the next thing he felt like regretting the next moment.
Danny is no longer safe with us. - J
He didn't get an answer from his cousin and the next morning he knew why. He did expect for her to want to remove Danny from their care, but he did not expect her to visit him with barely any time delay the next day.
All he could do was to stare and watch as Selina appeared on his doorstep with a man that was glaring at him and Jack might have only seen in magazines before, asking if she could meet her boy and how much he had already told Danny about his birth. And when he saw his baby boy's reaction to the two he wanted to do nothing more than hug and cuddle his little boy but once again, he got beaten to it by his fourth cousin.
His poor boy looked so unsure when Selina hugged him that Jack really wanted to take him away again, but he had no other choice, if he wanted to ensure his boy's safety.
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Fool Me Once (pt 2)
Pairing: Aemond targaryen x reader (wc: 3.6k)
Summary: Despite learning about Aemond cheating on you, life has never been sweeter. Who knew being so bad could be so good.
Warnings: manipulation, mentions/allusions to pregnancy issues, mentions of self harm
A/N: first, I just have to say thank you for the response to part 1. I truly had no idea it would get the reception it would. Thank you to everyone who followed me as well. I hope I can continue to produce stuff y’all like. I’m hoping to write more hotd stuff, Aemond and non Aemond related. I plan on taking a small hiatus but will be back around thanksgiving weekend. I will be writing on/off during that time but just away for a trip/the holiday. If you have any hotd requests my inbox is always open. I would try to get them out either before my hiatus next week (11/16) or after it ends (11/26). I’m pretty open to writing any character, though I will warn you I’m way more fascinated by the greens so they just come easier to me. Anyway please reblog, like, and follow if you read anything you enjoy 🫶🏽🫶🏽. And some housekeeping: in this Aegon is not r*pist who enjoys watching children fight (the hotd are truly…. not right for the cartoonishly evil way they wrote Aegon). He’s just petty and neglected. Also the timing of this is different from the books bc Aemond meets Alys pre dance.
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A bastard Strong. The irony is not lost on you. Your straight-laced husband fucking someone who is the complete opposite you. Older, no kids, no title, and no duty to uphold. At this point, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Instead, it makes your blood boil in the most delicious way. Aemond’s betrayal made you realize how you’ve been going through the motions; endlessly sleepwalking, hoping one day Aemond would come around. It woke you up to how much he’s taken advantage of you. He sees your kindness, and aversion to standing out as a weakness. Something he can manipulate and twist like one of his daggers.
The both of you must have forgetten where you came from. A rich, well respected house. The only daughter of smart, albeit conniving, family that knows how to get what they want. Your family didn’t have dragons or absurd ideas of exceptionalism to help you gain power. You’ve learned that inflated egos and prideful indulges can cloud Targaryen judgment. A trait you hope skips your children.
Shame on you for thinking Aemond would be different. Shame on him for the carefully curated facade.
All you do after Larys Strong comes to you the first time is think. You can’t remember the last time you’ve had this many options in front of you. Your mother’s words about patience run through your head. Keeping your wits is key. Play your hand too quickly, and you lose all leverage. You have Daella and the babe in your belly to think about. You stood pat in the beginning; Lord Strong simply relaying messages to you. You make sure Alys gets the letter Aemond wrote, and the ones after that. Lord Larys makes sure you get the details of each letter exchanged.
When the days grew lonely, and your body aches because of the babe in your stomach, you think about the letters. The declarations of love and recounts of lust filled meetups simmer in your head, but it’s the mentions of you that makes the anger sizzle and crackle. It makes the guilt you feel wash away.
You question if the rumor is true. That his Alys is a witch. Does her magic allow her to see the way Helaena can? Fuzzy premonitions and dreams that only make sense after they happen; a gift and a curse. A part of you wishes it to be true. You hope while your stomach stirs with untold truths, hers stirs with regret. Maybe the pain that runs through you leaves an unfamiliar taste in her mouth. That she can’t quite put her finger on it, but she feels you.
You wonder if when Aemond prays, he asks the Father to protect him… to protect her. The same way when you pray, you ask the Warrior to help you find the courage to destroy him.
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It started with a bruise. A bruise that you don’t even remember how you got. Maybe one of those things you just wake up with. But it’s there, on the inside part of your left arm. It’s starting to fade but an otherwise noticeable bruise that stands out when you wear something with shorter sleeves.
The idea doesn’t come to you till you see the curiosity in Alicent’s eyes when you absentmindedly rub the bruise while asking if she’s seen Aemond. It’s only you two in the walkway; an unusually quiet day at the Red Keep. Her eyes go from it to the far away look in your eyes. It makes her tilt her head in thought.
“No dear, I haven’t,” her eyes go back to the scratch. “Are you doing alright? I know for some, the second babe can be even harder than the first.”
You look down at your arm, and something just clicks.
“I’m fine,” you start, then you make your voice tremble a bit. “I will be fine. I think I’m just tired.”
You give her a strained smile, and she returns one that tells you she doesn’t believe you. You can feel her big brown eyes burning into your back when you walk past her towards your chambers. There could be two thoughts in her head: you did this yourself or someone else did it to you. Either way, her son’s sweet pregnant lady wife is not doing well, and her son is nowhere to be found. Queen Alicent is one of the smartest, if not the smartest, person you know. She sees the change in her son; the change in the dynamic between Aemond and you.
It hits you. It would be too easy to physically harm Aemond. Though the idea of taking the blade that hangs from his hips and putting it to his throat has crossed your mind more times than you’re proud of. It would be too easy to get Larys to kill Alys. You don’t want to give Aemond the satisfaction of having his whore’s blood on your hands.
Where’s the fun in killing when your rage could be channeled into something more… methodical.
Under all that false bravado is the little boy who got picked on for not having a dragon. To break the man means bringing out that little boy. A truly broken man can’t love anyone. Isolation, and self hatred. What a gorgeous combination for your dear husband.
If this is going to work you need to up the ante.
So, you write. If Aemond and Alys can document their love, you can document your pain. You sent your lady in waiting out to get a blank book from one of the maesters. The color dyed cow skin feels smooth under your hands. There needs to be a slow build. Each day you grow closer and closer to shattering. Whoever reads it needs to know Aemond brought you to this place. He is the villain in the story of the poor, innocent wife that did nothing but carry his children and try to love him.
It will read like a diary, but to you it is a creation. A mixture of truth and imagination. A manifestation of pent up feelings. Purging and revenge all rolled up into one. You make sure to mention how terrified you are for your safety, and for you children’s safety. How an angry or disenchanted Aemond is nothing to toy with, especially if he has a bastard witch on his side. How maybe life would be better for Aemond if you just weren’t around.
But this fading bruise isn’t enough. Neither is just having a diary that will be discovered in due time. A deep cut, a dark bruise, half hazardously placed hand prints.. now that could work.
There’s something cathartic about the pain you feel when the dagger slices through your skin. The blood is so red and warm. It smears so smoothly on the page. Blood on your dress, cloth pressed to the wound, and wandering the halls is how Ser Criston finds you. You notice the worried, confused look in his eyes when you stutter out an ‘I don’t know’ when he asks what happened.
As the maester tends to your wound, you notice how Alicent and Criston stand in the corner of Alicent’s quarters. They occasionally glance at you while they whisper to each other. You recognize the familiar crinkle she gets in her forehead when she’s upset. All her children do it too.
“Sweetling, we both think it might be a good idea to give you your own knight of the kingsguard,” she sits next you. “Just to help you and… keep an eye on you during this vulnerable time.”
You blink. Not one mention of her son. But it’s clear to see how Ser Criston is with his queen. Submissive, and utterly devoted. Having someone like that is an asset. So, you smile weakly and nod. The more people who see you in this way, the better.
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Ser Quinton Throne was quiet in the beginning. As if he was scared to be in your space. A far cry from the rambunctious knight his brother, Rickard, is. Moving past the initial shyness, he is attentive and even indulges Daella’s fascination with him. Despite you telling her not to, she would always run up to him, tugging on his white cloak to get his attention. She likes having someone around just as much as you.
The distance between Aemond and you had started to carry over into his relationship with Daella. Kids are more intuitive than adults give them credit for. Your throat felt tight when you daughter finally asks where father goes. You lie; it comes easy to you, easier than you thought it would. It makes you think if this is how easy it is for Aemond to lie to you. Or for everyone to not gloss over the clear problems in your life.
You would lying if you said it wasn’t nice having a man around, even if it was his job. It was Aemond’s job to do right by you, and he couldn’t do that. A man carrying out his orders with a warm smile was welcomed. The comfort of having someone who sweared his allegiances to you, and only you, and intended on keeping them.
You look from your embroidery loop to see Daella and Ser Quinton sword fighting with wooden swords. It’s an uncharacteristically sunny day. Perfect to get much needed fresh air, and apparently going to battle.
“She’s gotten quite good.”
Like a storm rolling in to ruin a sunny day, your husband’s tone is ever cold and distant. You hate the uncomfortable energy that radiates when he sits next to you.
“Yes, she has,” you stare at the Lysene lilac flower starting to come to life on your loop. “He’s good with her as well.”
You know he won’t like you saying that. He hates Quinton being around, and he especially hates how Daella taken a liking to him. Aemond scoffs and mumbles something under his breath you can’t make out.
“It’s just lovely having real protector around,” you continue to push your luck. “Someone so attentive and… strong.“
You look at with his a sickening sweet smile. He opens his mouth to say something, a complaint or rude comment since those seem to be the only reasons he talks to you, but he is interrupted by Daella yelling out for him.
“We’ll talk about this later,” he mutters to you, getting up.
“Oh you’ll actually be here long enough for that?”
The words slip out your mouth and it makes him turn to glare at you. It reminds you of the gossip you heard about him when you first arrived at court. How cold the king’s second son can be. It should’ve been a warning to you.
Quinton takes it as his cue to leave them be; you know he can sense how much Aemond doesn’t appreciate his presence. You watch as Daella clings to her father. As selfish as it sounds, you patiently wait for the day she too realizes he can’t be depended on.
“My mother used to make me embroider,” your knight’s voice breaks you out of looking on. “Something about being dangerous with a needle is just as great as being dangerous with a sword.”
You take a good look at him. If Aemond is the moon - ethereal, mysterious, and always changing, then Quinton is the sun. Bright, forward facing, and shines brighter with time. His choppy black hair, beard, and warm standing in contrast to your husband’s Targaryen features.
“Sounds like a smart woman,” you smile as he sits next to you.
His eyes linger on your embroidery work before traveling to you right arm. The blade wound was just starting to scab and scar over. His first day on duty was marked by seeing your husband give a long lecture on safety and ‘using your brain’ after Aemond saw your wound. The blade cut wasn’t under pure circumstances, but the look of resentment on your face was real. He saw that. He’s never asked what really happened to your arm.
“How are you my lady,” he whispers. You told him he can address you by your name, but he still insist on the formal names especially around others. “Is the babe giving you trouble.”
Ser Quinton, Helaena, and Alicent are the only people that seem to care about your well being, on top of the babe’s. Aemond concern went making sure the babe was fine to just not asking all together. It’s better that way, you think. You don’t think you’d be able to take fake concern about your little ‘mistake’.
“My bladder is being pushed on, I’m finding clumps of my hair on my pillow, and Maester Oliver told me this baby will weigh more than Daella did,” you reply lightly. “But other than that I’m doing fine.”
This pregnancy had knocked you on your ass. You’re sure the stress and thoughts that consume you don’t help. You know how it feels to come into a fracture family; it makes you feel awful for the babe in your stomach. Your parents tried hard, frankly too hard, to pretend things were good between them. Trying to prove their union was more than a duty for their houses. Till this day, you don’t know what’s worse: knowing they didn’t share that love or the years you watched them fake everything. They had ambitions, and to carry them out there needed to be an appearance of an united front. You took your father’s lead, knowing he always tried to have your best interest. The relationship you have with your mother often ebbing and flowing, especially since your marriage.
When you ravened your mother about your pregnancy troubles, she tells you that this is your responsibility to your husband. Harsh and utterly true. You don’t know if your father ever had indiscretions like Aemond, but you know she’d never plot the way you do. Her calculating nature showing up in different ways. Instead of going after him, she chose to focus on elevating you.
Her and Queen Alicent remind you of each other. Devoted to a fault. A victim who had no other choice but to fall in line.You pray for the both of them. Pray that they find peace with the sacrifices they’ve made. Pray that you never get that far. A shell of yourself. Duty, responsibility, cleaning up others’ messes - what a dull way to live.
“Once he’s out, I’m sure it will all be worth it,” says Ser Quinton, voice not wavering.
He’s trying to be kind, mentioning the working theory in the castle that you’re having a boy. You try to smile at the thought. It’s hard to believe that. Plan or not, you still have to know the truth about the father of your children. There is hole left in your heart about that. Him disrespecting you is one thing, but his words pertaining to your unborn child is another. A sudden spurt of anger rushes over you thinking about everything. It makes you stand abruptly.
“I’m feeling tired,” you watch as Daella pretend to stab her father with her sword. Her giggles ringing out when he reaches to pick her up. The dichotomy of Aemond Targaryen will always fascinate you as much as it terrifies you. How he manages to smile in her face, and lie to yours is quite a sight to watch. “I’ll send Margret out to get Daella.”
Waiting for the perfect moment is not going to work. There no time like the present.
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The stiff upper lip of this family is something you noticed the moment you stepped into their presence. It’s seeped into the way they gatekeep a dying Viserys. Alicent is cold and collected in the most beautiful way. A sharp glittering icicle. A pretty rose littered with thorns to keep you admiring from a distance. Even Helaena, who you consider a friend, keeps certain things close to the chest. It’s better to keep the full truth away from her.
But there’s Aegon.
Pitiful, and lonely Prince Aegon. A drunk with a bad attitude. But he’s also the most painfully self-aware person you know. There will be times that you and him exchange looks, as you are in on the joke. That everything is a farce. One day someone will just come up and say it’s all been a bad dream. You think it’s the reason why he frustrates Aemond so much. The teasing on top of him never taking the Targaryen name seriously. Aegon spends his days trying to drink and fuck his way out of thinking about his life. Stuck in a royal cuckold. The first born son of a king with nothing to show for it.
He’s messy, nosy, and so openly brash. He’s your missing chess piece. The perfect pawn.
You leave the diary around places in the castle you know he will be. It’s not until you conveniently leave it in the play room where all Daella, Jaehaera, and Jaehaerys all frequent that you know he’s taken the bait. His lilac eyes seem to follow you whenever you two are in the same room. It takes days for him to confront you; book in hand and wry look on his face.
“Is it true? Everything you wrote?”
You stroke your belly while looking at him, a small smile on your face.
“Does it matter that if it is,” you tilt your head, and his eyes glitter with something you’re not used to seeing.
He mirrors your head tilt with a full blown smile on his face this time. It’s like a bright light after weeks of darkness. A person who also sees through the bullshit that enraptures once you call yourself a Targaryen.
“I greatly underestimated you my good sister,” he whispers. You know he’s thinking about his own words. ‘Pretty but horribly dull’.
“That’s fine,” you motion to the seat next to you. “You can make it up to me.”
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Queen Alicent stands facing the fire. Aegon, Helaena, and Ser Quinton off to the side. All of them standing across from where you sit. Aegon gives you a knowing look while Quinton’s eyes are filled with pity and anger. Pity for his princess, anger towards his prince. Helaena looks like she wants to say something.
“I… do not know what to say,” her voice is strained with pain. You know this hurts for her. The image of the perfect son being destroyed. The pedestal she put him on crumbling before him.
You’ve gotten better at crying after Aegon told you tears will be necessary to sell it. It’s an automatic response now. The perfectly timed emotion that breaks like flood gates when Alicent holds out the diary. You say you’re embarrassed. That you never meant for anyone to read it, especially not anyone in the family. Aegon gets to be the concerned good brother. He rubbed your back, while his mother called for Helaena. She needed to know who else knew about this.
“I can say what everyone is thinking,” Aegon pipes up. “He’s a fucking cunt.”
“Aegon.”
His mother turns to glare at him, but it doesn’t deter him.
“Walking around with that self righteousness just to fuck a Strong,” he scoffs. “Calling his child a mistake?”
The words makes Alicent sigh, and squeeze her eyes shut. Helaena continues to play with her fingers with a quizzical look in her eye. If Aegon of all people can judge, the actions must be bad.
“This all my fault,” you decide to take it up a notch. Your breath catches. “I must’ve done something to deserve this.”
“Oh my sweet girl,” Alicent walks over and sits next to you, pulling you into her chest. “None of this is your fault.
“I just don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you continue. That part is true; what the seven hells did you do to deserve this marriage? “This, and the baby, and missing my family. I’m just so unhappy here.”
Alicent strokes your hair. You can feel her heart thumping in her chest. You can tell she’s upset and scared. Scared for what your unhappiness means. You’re a risk now.
“Maybe… my father can come and visit. He hasn’t been here since Daella was born.”
After you got married, your parents left court to tend to your house. They felt their work was done. That the marriage was as far as their political ambitions can go. They visit from time to time to see their granddaughter but normally you’re the one who has to make the trip.
“Of course,” you can see the wheels turning in her head. “I’m sure the Hand would love to pick his brain on some things. Your father has always been so kind and helpful”
Queen Alicent is as predictable as she is smart. Your dad thought your marriage would help him get a seat in the small council. When no offer came, his ego was bruised. If your marriage couldn’t, maybe a desperate Alicent can. The idea of sending a raven about the news makes you have to bite back a smile. An ally in an castle full of strangers.
“I’ll speak to Aemond about this,” she nods to herself. “You don’t need to be worrying about this in your condition.”
The disappointment is clear in smooth voice. Before you can reply with a thank you, Helaena finally piped up.
“A baby’s green eyes spurs brighter skies.”
She mutters it before looks at you curious. You look down at your swollen belly, feeling confused. Neither Aemond or you have green eyes. You try to push the sinking feeling out of your stomach. Even Aegon, who normally ignores Helaena’s cryptic language, has perked up a little.
You take a look at Ser Quinton… his eyes as green as spring grass.
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wynnyfryd · 5 months
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Trailer park Steve AU part 16
part 1 | part 15 | ao3
cw: unsympathetic religious discussion, mentions of oral sex (istg if you’re under 18 i will send such a sternly worded letter to your legal guardian, go aWAY)
“So just, to recap…” Eddie says dully, digging a thumb into his brow bone like he’s got a headache coming on. He’s sitting on the floor with his back against a work bench — one knee drawn to his chest, the other stretched out long, nearly tripping Steve where he's pacing a hole into the concrete. He lets his head fall against the bench with a thunk, looks up at Steve and continues, “we just got abducted by two asthmatic freshmen—”
“Pretty sure Dustin's the only one with asthma.”
"Okay, and I’m pretty sure that doesn't fucking matter when we've just been kidnapped and forced to play the world’s shittiest version of Seven Minutes in Heaven!"
Eddie takes a shuddering breath, brings his voice back down an octave. "Sorry,” he says, then sighs morosely to himself. “Imprisoned by my own sheepies…”
What a goddamned drama queen.
“Sheepies?” Steve asks.
"Never mind,” Eddie huffs. “Just... I mean, Jesus Christ, is this really what's happening? This? This is really where my life's at right now?”
Steve’s been wondering that himself.
“It's an intervention!" Dustin screeches. "It's for your own good!” “I’m gonna intervene your head from your body!” “That doesn’t even make sense!” Steve gives the metal above him one final, fruitless shove, then sinks down on the steps and puts his head in his hands. Pinches the end of his nose. His voice is hoarse from yelling, his temples starting to throb. Eddie’s shaking beside him like a cat that fell in an ice bath. “Seriously,” he pleads, lowering his voice. “Let us out; this isn’t cool.” “We will, okay? We promise. Just talk to each other first. Please? Just fifteen minutes.” Aaand he's yelling again. "Fifteen— are you out of your mind??" He's about to say 'hell no,' or maybe 'go fuck yourself,' but then Dustin yelps, “U.S.S. Butterscotch!” 'U.S.S. Butterscotch.' It’s basically the Scoops Troop's 'Olly olly oxen free.' “Goddammit, dude, FINE!”
“....Yeah, that about sums it up." Steve runs a hand through his hair, sweeping his bangs back off his forehead.
Eddie gives him a worn-out stare. “Well, shit.”
“Yep.” He goes back to his pacing — back and forth, back and forth, like it's actually doing anything to calm him down. (It isn’t really. If anything it’s just making his lower back damp with sweat.)
On the floor, Eddie shivers and draws his other leg to his chest, chin resting on bony knees, arms wrapped around his legs. "Christ, it's freezing," he complains, rubbing a hand over his shins. "If we die of exposure before I get to exact my revenge on those little assholes I'm gonna be so pissed."
"Here—" Steve starts to shrug off his jacket to give it to Eddie, but then he remembers the pills he still has stashed in the left pocket and abruptly changes course. He turns to the storage shelves, scanning for anything that might be useful, and— "There we go."
He makes his way to a messy pile of old camping supplies, scoops up an armful of whatever he can find: sleeping bags, flashlights, a lantern, some old citronella candles. They won't do much for warmth, but they'll make the place a bit less Russian torture chamber, at least.
Eddie eyes him a little warily as he sets up a spot right beside him on the floor. He spreads one sleeping bag out for them to sit on like a picnic blanket; offers the other one to Eddie, who drapes it over his shoulders like a cloak, his long, dark curls spilling over the edge.
"You got a light?" he asks, arranging the candles and the lantern in a half-circle around them.
"Sure do,” Eddie says. His face lights up when he slips a hand inside his pocket. "Oh, hell yeah, baby! Look what else I got."
He pulls out a silver flask, flashing it at Steve, and Steve ignores the way the words 'hell yeah, baby' bounce around his skull like an echo through an empty cavern.
"A little insurance policy in case the dinner party was a bore." Eddie unscrews the lid; takes a wincing swig. "Would have taken boring over this, though. Think I might’ve gotten a little more excitement than I bargained for." "Yeah,” Steve laughs under his breath. "You think?"
Eddie passes him the flask, sets to lighting all the wicks while Steve takes a shot. The whiskey is cheap, and it stings on the way down, but it's nice. Warm. Liquid amber in his chest, glowing like the candlelight Eddie sparks to life.
Eddie settles down beside him. With the workbench at their backs and the warm tint to the room, it's almost cozy. Reminds him of backyard sleepovers with Tommy; a little fortress built for two.
“Do you think they’re still listening?” Eddie's eyes flit to the stairs.
“Probably." Steve takes another swig, gesturing to the shadows beyond their makeshift camp. "He probably got Suzie to help him bug this whole place."
"Ah, yes. The crazy hot, crazy smart summer camp girlfriend who totally exists."
"She does, actually,” Steve laughs, “if you can believe it."
"No shit?"
"I know, right? I mean, like..." He scratches the side of his nose. "She's Mormon and lives all the way out in Utah, so it's not exactly like... but, whatever. He's super into her, so—"
"Hold up. Dustin's dating a Mormon?" Eddie says it like he’s spitting sunflower hulls. "That's almost worse than her being fake."
“What, you got some kinda history with Mormons?”
“Oh, yeah," Eddie snorts derisively. "The Mormons and I go waaay back."
"Wait, for real?" Was Eddie in a cult? Because that would actually explain so much.
"Dude. No. Hell no. Those fuckers love to solicit the downtrodden, though. They show up at the park all the time.”
“Great,” Steve deadpans. Another wonderful amenity of the Forest Hills experience.
“Don’t worry. Wayne usually just crosses himself at them until they go away.” He makes the sign of the cross, his rings glinting in the light. “Catholic middle-aged men and LDS teens, now there’s some quality petty drama.”
“So you’re Catholic, then?” Steve asks.
“Jesus, Harrington. We’re supposed to be kissing and making up and you want to start a religious debate?”
No, he absolutely does not. He wants to make fun of Eddie, because, "That’s the second time you’ve mentioned kissing." Eddie’s cheeks go horribly pink; peach tint in the deep orange glow. “First you wanna suck my blood at dinner, now you’re talking about making out. What next?” Steve teases. “You gonna offer to suck my dick?”
He means it as a joke — a slightly rude one, sure; insinuating, but still. He expects Eddie to get it, to roll his eyes and play along. Ha ha, Harrington.
When he used to say shit like this to Tommy, Tommy would always just laugh and shove him off, tell him to go suck it yourself.
Only Eddie doesn’t laugh.
Eddie goes quiet. Runs his tongue over his teeth. He fixes Steve with one of those looks; the kind that make him feel like a burglar caught in a flood light’s beam. “Why?" he teases back. "Did you want me to or something?”
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summary: Lando texts you months after he broke up with you, so logically it was a bad idea to text back, too bad it’s “for the plot”
pairing: lando norris x fem! reader
warnings: pure smut, p in v, !!16+!!
radio check 🪩: So this isn’t like my normal works, but I felt adventurous! And I’d like to apologize I haven’t gotten to updating my series and second parts, I haven’t been too good mentally but I should get to work on them soon! (This fic is loosely based off of “bad idea” by Olivia Rodrigo if that wasn’t obvious)
LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO
Your friends had mentioned Lando still wasn’t back in a relationship even after breaking up with you months ago, they even told you he still wore the bracelet you got him.
To be honest you didn’t care, but that’s what you told your friends. In truth you did care, you still cared for him. But obviously you wouldn’t say or do anything to show that, after all he was the one to break up with you because “he couldn’t give you what he wanted”.
So that was about two years down the drain, at least that’s what you thought for a while, not until he decided to text you at 3am.
Your eyes widen at the “Hey” text he sent, wondering why he didn’t block your number, or better yet why you didn’t block his number, you quickly text your friends asking what you should do.
They all respond along the lines of, “he probably just wants to hit”, “don’t text back, that’s a bad idea”, “he’s just desperate”, and blah blah blah. Obviously you ignored them, cause hey, it’s for the plot right? And you had been out on a few dates after breaking up, but sadly it wasn’t the same, so either way you didn’t care if he truly just wanted to fuck.
“What?” You text back, not wanting to seem like you cared too much but didn’t care at all. “You up?” He replies almost instantly. You rolled your eyes at his response, it was pretty self explanatory.
“If I’m texting you back, then yes”
"Lol." was his reply.
You felt a little annoyed at his half-assed responses. If he wanted to talk so badly, why wouldn't he put in a bit more effort?
After a minute or so, he texted again.
"Whatcha doin'?"
“Laying in bed” You reply, knowing he’ll try to turn the conversation into one that’s dirty. "Oh yeah? What are you wearing?" came his reply. “Hm wouldn’t you like to know” You reply, “Take a guess” You add on.
"I bet you're not wearing anything." Lando texts back. In a way, you were kind of flattered that he still thought of you that way but it still pissed you off that he only texted you to get his dick wet. “And I bet you wish you could see me like that again, huh?” You reply, you knew it was risky, but you could at least have some fun with it.
"Who says I haven't still been looking at old pictures?" Lando texts back, his replies are getting sexual now. Your eyes widen in shock, has he still been thinking about you even after you guys broke up? “What pictures?” You text back.
"You can't really expect me to tell you what pictures, now can you?" Lando texts back, he seems a little bit amused by this whole situation now. "I'm sure you still have some pictures of me, too. Don't you?"
“Maybe” You text, “No comment” You add on, which is a dead giveaway that you do. "So, why don't you come over? You know you want to. There's still some things we should finish." Lando texts back, his words becoming a little bit more insistent. “You’re the one who broke up with me Lando” You text back.
"So what?" Lando responds, "I made a mistake. Why don't you come over and let me prove it?"
“I mean if you word it like that..” You text back with a smirk, getting out of bed and throwing on some lingerie that Lando likes with one of his old hoodies and short pajama shorts.
"Is that a yes, I hear? I'll be waiting." Lando texts, you can tell the way he is messaging now that he is getting excited. You leave your apartment and drive off to his, thinking to yourself the entire drive if this was a good idea or not.
You soon arrive at his apartment and knock on his door. Lando answers the door and immediately pulls you into his apartment, his eager eyes looking you up and down.
"Glad you could make it. I had a feeling you would come if I asked" Lando whispers in your ear. “You didn’t ask, you begged” You say with a smirk, knowing that’ll irk him.
Lando rolls his eyes at your smart-ass remark.
"You know you like it when I'm begging. It means I want you badly" he whispers in your ear. “Need I remind you, you’re the one who broke up with me..” You muse out. "Shut up. Let's just forget about all of that. I don't want to talk." Lando says, putting one hand by your cheek and bringing your mouth towards his, the tension between you two rising as you both lean in.
“Shame, love it when you talk dirty to me..” You mumble out, glancing from his eyes to his lips. "Yeah? I bet you thought of me while you got off" Lando whispers, his tone still low and seductive as his hand caresses your cheek, pulling you towards him, making your lips meet.
"I missed your lips. I missed the way you taste." he says after pulling away, as he finally seals the deal and makes you his again. “This- this is a bad idea…” You mumble out, not sure what exactly Lando wants out of this situation.
"I don't care." Lando says, as he puts one hand on your lower back.
"We are both adults. Why not have some fun again?" he says, leaning in to kiss you again. “What will it end in, Lando?” You ask, placing my hand on his chest to stop him from kissing you again.
He sighs and looks down at you.
"Look Y/n. I'm not gonna lie to your face. I might not have been the best boyfriend to you, and I do want what's best for you- but god damn it the thought of losing you completely breaks me. I love you." Lando admits, with honesty in his eyes.
"I can't guarantee that tomorrow I'll be the same guy you saw tonight but- right now? I just want to be with you. Again. Even if it's just for a brief moment. Please?" he asks. Fuck it You think to yourself, it’s either we could end up never talking again after this night or- or maybe we could fix things.
Without replying to him, you grab the sides of his face and smash your lips against his. Lando was taken back by your sudden and bold move but quickly adjusted to it, kissing back passionately as his other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.
"Damn it.. It's like I'm reliving our first moments again." he whispered to you, his tone still low and seductive. “Fuck..don’t- don’t say that” You whisper out, hands roaming around his body as you kiss along his neck, the memories of your guys first time playing through your head.
"Why not? It's the truth. This feels just like it did the first time" He whispers out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up, he pushes you up against the wall of his living room and kisses you passionately, his hand roaming down your body before finally resting on your hips, holding you tight against him.
"God I've missed you..." he whispers, his lips traveling to your neck and giving it kisses. “Missed feeling you wrapped around me…” He adds on, biting and licking at your neck.
“Lando…” You whisper out, feeling his mouth against the skin of your neck. He bites at your neck harder, looking into your eyes as he gives you a soft smirk.
"Did you miss this?" he asks, continuing at your neck. “Yeah..missed this so much..” You mumble out, letting yourself fully let go. "Tell me you missed me, Y/n" he whispers in your ear, looking deeply into your eyes as his tongue slides down the side of your neck.
“I missed you…I missed feeling you..” You whimper out, feeling your knees give out at the way he’s looking at you. Lando smiles at your words as he continues working at your neck with his lips and tongue.
"You're so cute when you're like this. Why don't you tell me what you want me to do, hmm? Can you get your words out now?" He asks seductively, as one of his hands leaves your body and travels up your leg.
“Lando…Lando please I need you..” You whimper out, grasping at his curls with your hand. As if by instinct, he immediately picks you up and carries you to his room. He knew this is what he wanted after that break-up, you needed him just as badly as he needed you.
"Oh, so you do know how to speak when you really want something huh?" He smirked. “Oh shut up…” You mumble out rolling your eyes as he carries you into his room.
Your words don't deter him as his smug grin grows, he drops you on the bed. You glance around his room and notice that nothing has changed since you two broke up, he even still has some of your stuff.
He starts to tug off his shirt and pants, leaving him in boxers. You pull off his hoodie you have on and the shorts. His eyes linger upon you, his smirk turning into a lust-filled look. "I want you so bad, baby..." he whispers, as he gets on top of you and kisses you, his hand gripping your hips.
“I want you too…” You whisper against his lips, tangling your fingers in his curls as you wrap your legs around his waist. Lando chuckles at your words, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he lifts his hand up to your hair, caressing it.
He slowly pulls away from the kiss, leaning down your neck and nibbling at it.
"I wanna make you scream my name all night." he whispers in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Then do that” You whisper back, looking up at him.
Lando groans at your words and bites down more heavily along your neck, causing you to moan and bite your lip, his hand now making its way down to your clothed center, slipping his fingers past your panties he glides his finger through your wetness. You let out another moan, “Lando…Lando please..” You whisper out against his neck. He gives you a soft moan in response, “That’s right baby, call out my name like that.”
“Lando…oh god Lando please.” You whimper out, as he slowly thrusts a finger into you, curling it as he fingers you. Lando lets out a groan from your begging, his fingers thrusting deeper into you as he feels you getting wetter. "That's it baby, let me hear you." He says between breaths. “Let me hear you moan..” He adds on.
“Oh fuck Lan..” You moan out, spreading your legs wider for him as he continues his assault with his fingers. Lando moans at the sound of his name on your lips, feeling you grow wetter and more ready for him. He picks up the pace, his thumb rubbing against your clit in rhythm with his fingers. "That's it, baby, bet you missed my fingers, huh?"
“Yes…missed your fingers so much..” You mumble out, too focused on his movements to really produce a clear sentence. Lando groans and picks up the pace even more, feeling you get closer to your climax. His thumb increases its pressure against your clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers plunging deeper into you. "You're so fucking tight, baby," He whispers out, “All those other guys you went out with didn’t treat you right huh?”
You let out a gasp and whimper, clutching at his shoulder as you feel yourself grow close. “Fuck! H-how do you know- I- shit..” You moan out, eyes fluttering shut as he applies more pressure to your clit, slowly rolling it. Lando smirks against your neck, his fingers still thrusting into you. "Oh, I have my sources. Now, come for me, baby. Show me what I've been missing."
“Oh…Lando! Oh my god!” You moan out, eyes rolling back and thighs shaking as you come around his fingers. “That’s it Y/n…good girl..” He whispers out, slowing his fingers as he lets you ride out your orgasm.
Slowly pulling his fingers out he brings them up to his lips and sucks them clean, letting out an appreciative hum at the taste. “Still as good as I remember..” He mumbles out, eyes glossed over in a lustful daze as he looks down at you, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed with sweat starting to form on your forehead. “You already looked so fucked out baby…” He coos out with a smirk.
“Please just fuck me Lando..” You huff out, arching your back up to unhook your bra and take it off. Lando grins at the sight of you nearly begging him to take you. "You really want it that bad, huh?" He asks teasingly, fully slipping your panties off before taking his boxers off.
“Just do it before I change my mind..” You say rolling your eyes. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his cock, precum leaking down the side. With a grin Lando picks up some of your wetness on his fingers, and wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times. You simply just watch him with your lips parted, admiring him.
“You enjoying the view?” He says with a smirk, eyes meeting yours. Without saying a word you nod your head, silently watching him move forward and drag his tip through your folds. “Oh fuck yeah, you're so fucking wet baby. Gonna love feeling you squeeze my cock." He growls out, pressing his hips forward and gently pushing his tip inside you.
“Fuck- wait Lan-Lando we need a condom..” You mumble out before he fully thrusts into you. “Fuck..” He mutters under his breath, pulling away, he reaches over to his bedside table and quickly grabs a condom, with a smirk he hands you the condom.
“Want to have the honor?”
Smirking you grab the condom from his hands, you rip it open and roll it onto his cock, making sure to tease him a bit as you do so. “Mmm good baby..” He mutters out watching your hand wrap around his cock and stroke him.
“Now let me fuck you,” He mumbles out, pushing your hand away as he moves closer to you and thrusts into you. You both let out a moan at the feeling. “Oh fuck yes baby, you feel so good." He groans out, his eyes darkening as he starts to thrust harder into you. His hips collide with yours, the slapping sound of skin on skin contact filling the room.
“Fuck Lando…feels so good..” You moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him down close to you, your chest pressed against his as he thrusts into you.
Lando groans out as you move closer to him, burying his face in your neck as he licks and nips at your skin. He thrusts his hips harder into you, feeling the warmth of your body surrounding him. “Fuck- don’t- don’t hide your moans Lan..” You gasp out, tangling your fingers into his curls.
Lando moans out softly against your skin, his hips grinding against yours. "Fuck, I can't help it," He pants, his cock throbbing inside of you. “You feel so good Y/n, fuck..” He groans out.
“So good..so-so good Lan..” You gasp out, clutching and tugging at his curls. He growls out, his hips thrusting harder into you. His breathing is ragged as he feels himself getting closer to his release. "Fuck, you're so tight," He mutters out, kissing your neck passionately. “So fucking wet, you’re taking me so well baby..” He groans out, thrusting into you faster.
His words turn your brain into mush, growing completely lost in his touch. Moans and gasps flow from your mouth. “Y/n..." He groans out, feeling the walls of your pussy squeeze around him. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy baby," He whispers, his hips thrusting into you faster.
“Lando! Fuck- m’gonna come!” You moan out, eyes rolling back. Your back arches up as your peak washes over you, for a moment all you can see is whiteness.
“Mmm baby," He moans out, feeling you tighten around him. His hips buck against you as he feels himself getting closer to his release. "Fuck, Y/n, I'm close. Fuck." He growls out.
“Come for me Lando, please baby” You whimper out, tugging at his curls. "Fuck!" He moans out, body tensing as he thrusts into you, filling up the condom. He slows down his movements, eventually pulling out of you and laying down beside you.
After a few moments of you two catching your breath, Lando slowly gets up and pulls on his boxers, “Where are you going?” You ask, leaning up on your elbows as you watch him walk towards his bedroom door.
“I’m going to get you some water then I’m getting a bath ready for you” He replies with a smile, walking out of his bedroom. “Oh..okay” You mumble out with a grin.
Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all.
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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃
pairing: aemond targaryen x lannister!reader
warnings: nsfw headcanons at the end SO NOT FOR MINORS, aemond is a good husband, reader has lannister features, breeding kink, spanking, hair pulling, anyways that nasty stuff but not so nasty.
author's note: i aged the green children so, aemond loses his eye at 15/16.
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— brief story:
When you were a child, your father let you under the guardianship of your uncle, Tyland, who was part of the small council of the King.
That was how you met him. You grew up together.
King's Landing was your home, and the Targaryens were your family.
Helaena was like a real sister to you. You really couldn't remember your own.
Aegon had his sick sense of humor, but he never truly bothered you.
And Aemond... his simple existence brought you comfort.
And you did the same for him.
You would always assure him that he'd find a dragon someday.
He'd always compliment your blonde locks.
You had so much in common with the prince, it was like you were made for each other. It was like destiny.
Queen Alicent looked at you as a daughter, since you treated her family so well.
"Mother says I'll be marrying Aegon." Helaena said, playing with her centipede.
You thought the bugs were gross, but you appreciated the way your friend was so fascinated by it.
"That's unfortunate. I love Aegon, but we both know he's not up to marriage." You said, paying attention to your sewing.
"I wish mother could have betrothed me to Aemond. At least he cares about me." Helaena murmured.
Aemond wasn't anything to you but a friend, and you still felt jealous from his sister's words.
"I wonder when will I get married..." You sighed.
"Don't worry, Y/N. A lion and a dragon shares the same heart." Helaena smiled.
You frowned, grinning awkwardly, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Helaena shrugged. You could take a wild guess, but your friend always seemed to talk nonsense.
After the royal wedding, your father took you back with him to Casterly Rock, where he would be finding you a suitor.
You'd still be in touch with Aemond and Helaena, sending letters to know about their well being.
That's how the young prince told you about his eye incident.
That's how you told him about your possible betrothal to the son of Prince Qoren Martell.
Aemond was quick to beg to his parents to make you his wife.
Lord Jason Lannister couldn't refuse the King, even though he wanted to. After all, he was refused by the King's heir, Princess Rhaenyra.
The ceremony had to wait until your first blood.
No one would guess that it would take years for that to happen.
You and Aemond exchanged letters through the years, and you've seen his personality change in it.
Through his words, you saw the boy prince turn into a man.
And after you turned into a woman, at the age of 18, you married the twenty year old prince.
When you saw Aemond for the first time in years, you couldn't recognize him.
Yes, he was missing an eye. But he was so... incredible handsome. A totally different person.
It awaken something in you.
"It's been a while since we've seen each other. I remember how you used to play with the cats around the Keep and... I have a present for you. I hope you like it." Aemond gave you a red box with a golden ribbon wrapped around it.
You chewed on your bottom lip and opened the box, not expecting a feline to jump on your lap out of it.
"Aemond!" You exclaimed with a large smile in your lips, "You're giving me a lion cub!?"
The prince bit back a smiled to your reaction. It made his heart warm to see you so happy.
"He will be trained so he doesn't get violent in the future. You're the first one of your house to have an actual lion. What are you going to name him?"
"Have you seen a lion named dragon?" You wondered.
The prince frowned, chuckling. "Hm, no?"
"Well, me neither! Probably raising a lion is easier than raising a child."
"Let's test that, shall we?" Aemond smirked.
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— your relationship:
Aemond is possessive. He doesn't like to leave you alone with any man, especially if the man in question is his brother.
He constantly says that he wants lots of children.
Aemond likes to play with your blonde locks between his fingers.
He hopes for your children to have your hair and his eyes.
Most of your time alone with him, he likes to chase you around your chambers, and play like you're both children.
He misses the lost time with you that your father took from him.
He lets you take off his eyepatch, and leave soft kisses on his scar.
You often says how handsome he is.
He often confesses his love for you.
Aemond is a cold-hearted person with everyone, but you.
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— your nsfw relationship:
Aemond is vocal. He growls and moans a lot. And he actually feels really comfortable doing so.
And he notices how your cunt clenches around him when he does so.
He likes to fuck you on all fours. He can easily slap your ass and pull your hair at the same time.
He's obsessed with pulling your hair.
He kisses your arched back, using his hand to play with your clit, watching you turn into a whining mess.
"Can I cum?" You'd ask, having your face smashed against the mattress while your husband is pounding deep into you.
He loves to control your orgasms. And also, to gaslight you.
"I don't know, princess. Can you?" Aemond teased, smacking your ass hard.
And if you cummed without his permission, he'd punish you.
Aemond was trying really hard to get you pregnant.
In the first week as a married couple, none of you left your shared chambers.
He discovered a breeding kink just to the thought of your cunt leaking his cum.
And even when you eventually got pregnant, we couldn't stop fucking you.
Your swollen breasts full of milk, your swollen belly carring his children... everything about it made him hard.
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