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valeskafics · 1 year

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“What Are You Doing, Stepbro?” - Chapter Nineteen (Aegon, Aemond, Jace x Reader)

Summary: Aegon teaches you something new. And you make him an offer he can't refuse.

TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, reader BEING AN OBLIVIOUS MORON, Aegon/Aemond/Jace perving, sex toys i guess? is that a warning? whatever, inappropriate use of a controller

Word Count: 2,128 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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After your and Aemond’s - interesting - workout, you head back upstairs and take a shower before you go to your room and start working on a bit of homework. Aemond’s doing some of his college coursework to your knowledge and Aegon is doing… Whatever it is Aegon does. Aegon comes by and knocks on your door, telling you they’re about to have dinner a couple of hours later. You tell him you’ll just heat something up for yourself later.

He raises an eyebrow, “Baby. You should really take a break.”

“It’s finals next week,” you tell him, letting out a quiet sigh, “I need to make sure I finish off all my assignments so I can study.”

“You are such a nerd,” Aegon teases, walking in your room, “What’re you studying?”

“Right now, calculus.”

Aegon’s face literally looks like he’s gonna puke, which serves to make you laugh. He grins at the sound of your laugh and flops onto your bed.

“C’mon, baby doll, just take a little break. It’s not gonna kill you. Just a couple hours. You’ve got the whole day tomorrow to study. Come eat dinner, play some video games… Relax for a little while.”

You bite your lip and consider his suggestion. You have finals Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday… And it’s Saturday night… Surely, you can take Aegon’s suggestion and study tomorrow, Monday, and Tuesday. You’ve been working your butt off all semester anyway.

“Okay,” you nod, closing your textbook and laptop, “Let’s get something to eat and chill for a bit.”

He grins, “See? Your stepbro knows best.”

The term ‘stepbro’ makes you blush and remember that ridiculous video that Aegon was watching the other day when he…

When you learned about his tongue piercing. Aegon seems to make the connection and smirks.

“You look a little flushed there, princess,” he coos in your ear, “You okay, Y/N?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, walking out the door and down the stairs.

He follows after you down the stairs and into the dining room. Aemond seems to be nearly finishing up with his dinner. He smiles at you.

“Finally taking a break?”

“I convinced her,” Aegon grins, “We’re gonna play video games for a bit after we eat, wanna join?”

Unbeknownst to you, Aegon has already told Aemond about his plans for you for the evening. Aemond’s eye flickers between the two of you as he smirks and shakes his head.

“No, I think I’ll pass. You two have fun though,” after Aemond gets up to leave, he passes by you and presses a soft kiss on your cheek, “Goodnight, sweet girl. Let’s have another lifting session again soon.”

He smirks and walks back up the stairs. Aegon seems thoroughly amused by that little interaction and scoots his chair closer to you.

“Lifting session?”

“Don’t ask.”

He snickers as the two of you eat your dinner, “So, Johanna and my sister?”

“I guess so,” you muse, “They’re kinda cute together.”

“Not gonna argue with you on that,” Aegon grins as he scarfs down the rest of his food, “Lemme grab some snacks, then we can go upstairs and pick something to play.”

You nod and sit on the kitchen counter, watching as he goes through the fridge and pantry, picking out a variety of snacks for the two of you. Aegon’s definitely a foodie, you realize, and it’s kind of adorable how excited he gets about his snacks.

After Aegon has grabbed, what is probably the weirdest assortment of treats you’ve ever seen, the two of you go upstairs and into the TV room. You sit on one of the sofas and start eating some of the chips he brought up for the two of you. Aegon pops one of the Grand Theft Auto games in and hands you a controller. You put the chips down and thank him, taking the controller.

Aegon moves to sit behind you and sits you in his lap. You yelp slightly, making him laugh.

“Relax, baby,” he murmurs in your ear, “Come on. Let’s play.”

You begin playing the game and you and Aegon are both kind of shitty at it. But it’s fun just hanging out and playing with him. He cusses at the screen whenever anything happens to his character. Then, an explosion happens on screen and both of your controllers vibrate. You shriek slightly at the loud noise before bursting into giggles along with Aegon.

Aegon, then, gets a devious little idea. He looks at you, sitting on his lap, and thinks…

How fucking funny would it be if he put the controller against your pussy when the next explosion happens?

As you continue playing the game, Aegon decides to get a little bit more affectionate. He kisses the nape of your neck softly before moving onto the junction between your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses in his wake. You try to squirm away slightly, considering it tickles and you’re trying to play the video game, but he just keeps right on kissing you.

“Aegon,” you whine, “I’m trying to win here!”

And then, it happens, your player veers off the road and crashes into something and explodes.

And Aegon, little shit that he is, presses the controller to your crotch.

Your eyes widen and you freeze for a second before squealing trying to shove it away, “Aegon! What the heck are you doing?!”

He laughs to himself, not letting you move the control (and in his opinion, you’re not really trying that hard to move it anyway), “Awww, Princess, come on, it was funny!”

You give him an annoyed pout, “It was not.”

“It totally was, baby, come on. Now be honest with me,” he gets up and pauses the game before walking back and crouching on the ground in front of you, resting a hand on your bare knee, “Did you like how it felt? When I put the controller on you?”

You feel your face burn a bright red, “Whaaaaat… Nooooooo…”

Aegon lifts your chin up with his finger and smiles at you gently, “Baby. You don’t have to lie. I’m not here to judge you about it. You can tell me.”

You bite your lip and weigh your options. Sure, it’s embarrassing that you enjoyed having a freaking Playstation controller pressed to your crotch, but it’s Aegon, so you decide to be honest with him.

“…Yeah. I liked it.”

Aegon gives you an almost wolfish smile and stands up, “One of the toys you got the other day will do that for you, baby. Do you want me to teach you how to use them tonight?”

…Do you want him to do that right now? Yes, absolutely. Should you want him to do that right now? Probably not.

But, hey. You only live once.

You look up at him through your lashes and nod. Aegon’s gaze darkens ever so slightly as he extends his hand to you.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go.”

You nod and take his hand, following him to your room. Aemond’s door is shut and you can hear his light snores, so it looks like it’s just going to be the two of you. You enter your room and shut the door after Aegon. You kneel down and grab the Spencer’s Gifts shopping bag from under your bed where you hid it and take out the two toys Aegon bought you. You stand up and glance at him before looking away quickly and shift your weight from foot to foot.

Aegon grins and sits down on your bed, “Come lay down, baby, get comfortable.”

You listen to him and walk over, climbing onto the bed. He gives your ass a playful little squeeze, making you giggle. He wants you to loosen up and get comfortable. This is supposed to be fun, after all. He deftly opens both toys up and puts a battery in the vibrator.

“Okay, baby,” he says softly, “Let’s save this one for a little later, okay?”

Aegon sets the dildo aside. In all honesty, it’s a bit big and he’s worried that it might be a bit too much for you, considering you haven’t actually had a cock inside you. The vibrator on the other hand, is quite compact. Plus, he just knows you’re going to love it, considering your reaction to the controller vibrating against you.

“Let’s get these shorts off of you, baby,” Aegon’s hands move to your hips.

You raise your hips off the bed and slide the shorts down your legs. Aegon sets them at the foot of the bed before looking back at you. He turns on the vibrator to the lowest setting.

“Take those panties off for me, princess,” he murmurs, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your jawbone.

You do as he says, gazing at him as you slide your panties off. Aegon leans in and kisses you, his lips molding against yours in a tender but passionate kiss. Just as you let him snake his tongue into your mouth, your own tongue dancing over the cool metal of his piercing, you feel an altogether new sensation against your pussy. You moan into Aegon’s mouth softly, feeling him smile against your lips.

He pulls back, “Oh, you like that, baby? You want me to show you how to use this, don’t you?”

You can’t believe how fucking good that low vibration feels against you. All you can do is nod at him. Aegon smirks and pulls the vibrator away from you, making you whine slightly. He chuckles.

“Aw, baby, I’m just showing you how to make it go faster and harder.”

He shows you the controls on it and you speak softly, “I want it faster…”

Aegon grins and moves the vibrator back to your pussy, pushing it in just enough that it feels comfortable before increasing the intensity. You let out a gasp and feel your back arching off the bed as you feel the vibrator buzzing against you, applying pressure to your clit. You know you probably look like a pathetic, panting mess right now, but you can’t bring yourself to care. “Just hold it against that pretty little pussy of yours,” Aegon takes your hand and makes you rest it on top of his that holds the vibrator, “Just like this. And it’ll make you feel good,” he pauses and grins, “Well, not as good as my tongue did, but yeah.”

You push against his hand, and in turn, the vibrator, trying to get more friction between your legs. Your fingers find the setting button and you crank it up another notch, and now? The speed and intensity of the vibrator have you squealing under Aegon’s hand. You’re thrashing around on the bed like a rabid animal and you’re sure you must look like a sight.

Aegon thinks you look absolutely fucking gorgeous like this. Your cheeks flushed a bright pink, your gaze hazy as you barely manage to open your eyes and gaze at him. And that pretty wet pussy that he’s sure is about to finish all over its new toy any minute now.

You feel the wave of pleasure inside of you growing and growing as the vibrator buzzes against you and Aegon urges you on, leaning down and mouthing at your neck, whispering what a good job you’re doing.

“That’s it, princess… Such a pretty little pussy… Doing so good for me… You look so fucking pretty right now, baby, I think I could cum in my pants just from seeing you like this.”

Then, you feel entire body relax and you swear you black out for a moment. The only thing you feel is this earth shattering explosion of pleasure, like every nerve ending in your body is on fire. Aegon slowly pulls the vibrator off of you and turns it off, grinning.

“Lesson number one was pretty fucking successful, I’d say.”

You gaze up at him and smile bashfully, “Thanks for teaching me…”

He leans in and kisses you, dragging his teeth along your bottom lip for a moment before grinning and pulling away, “Anytime. You want me to clean you up with my tongue, baby doll?”

He waggles his eyebrows at you, but you sit up and meet his gaze, feeling a bit bold.

“First, I wanna use my mouth on you Aegon,” you feel yourself falter slightly when you see his shocked expression, “I-I mean… What we talked about the other day… Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” Aegon asks, “I mean, don’t feel obligated or whatever…”

“No,” you insist, “I want to. I,” you smile at him, “I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

Aegon swears his heart just fucking melts at your words, “Okay, baby.”

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the-tumblur-searchbar · 12 days

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I’ll start! [Does Apply To Me][Does Not Apply To Me]

I'm over 5'5

I wear glasses or contacts

I have blonde hair

I often wear sweatshirts

I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes

I have one or two piercings

i have at least one tattoo

i have blue eyes

i have dyed or highlighted my hair

i have or have had braces

i have freckles

i paint my nails

I typically wear makeup

i often smile

i play sports

I can play an instrument

I know more than one language

I can cook or bake

I like writing

I like drawing

i like to read

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I have a best friend that I have known for over five years

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millersdjarin · 1 year

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I Only See Daylight

Chapter Thirteen

Pairing: Din Djarin

Rating: E

Chapter warnings/tags: SMUT, first time, piv, fingering, bit of dirty talk & praise kink, loving sex, helmetless!din (in the dark), snuggling, gratuitous use of "baby" as a pet name

Chapter length: 5.2k

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notes: enjoy :D also just a quick note that i'm so grateful for all of you wanting to be on the taglist, but i'll only add you if you have your age in your bio/if i know you're over 18!

been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night (now i’m wide awake); and now i see daylight, i only see daylight

“He says there’s a rogue Pyke cell causing trouble in the town,” Din tells you as the door to your suite closes. The kid is curled up in his arm, already half asleep. “Should be a simple mission. He didn’t ask for my help, but I wanted to offer it.”

You smile, heart warming at his words. He is always so quick to help his friends. Never hesitates. It’s one of your favourite parts about him.

“Do you mind?” He asks. “I can stay, if you’d feel more comfortable.”

You shake your head. “It’s alright. I’ll be safe here.”

He nods his agreement, then tells you he’s going to put the kid to bed. Before he does, you sneak a quick kiss to Grogu’s forehead, then watch with a smile as Din turns and takes him into his little room.

As you head into the bedroom, removing the hair pins that have kept your hair back all evening, your stomach does a little flip as you remember Din’s promise from earlier. That he’d help you relax.

He could’ve meant any number of things. But his tone of voice made it pretty clear just which thing he meant.

Alongside the excited anticipation comes some nerves, though. The only time you’ve really been intimate was very different to what this could be. There wasn’t a bed, for starters. A million questions are rushing through your mind at once as you perch on the edge of the bed, staring ahead at nothing, listening to the soft sounds of him getting the kid comfortable in the other room.

Is he going to want to take your shirt off? To see you? Are you going to be able to see him, his outline, or will he ask you to keep your eyes closed? How far is he going to want to take things?

How far do you want to take things?

Well, at least you know one of the answers: As far as he’ll let me.

“Hey,” his voice comes through the quiet. He’s walking through the bedroom door, closing it softly behind him. Then, after watching you for a second, he twists the lock on it.

Oh, kriff.

“Is that okay?” He asks when your eyes dart down to the door handle, to the lock he just clicked shut.

You nod, enthusiastic. The light in here is dim and warm, orange lamps on each wall lighting up the space. He’s glowing amber and dark silver all at once. Just standing here, watching you, his fingers flexing at his sides. You wonder what’s going on in that beautiful mind of his. What he’s planning on doing next.

You get so caught up in the beautiful mystery of him that you barely notice him stepping closer.

“Cyar’ika,” he says quietly. You watch as he crouches down in front of you, reaches out his hands and runs them up the outsides of your thighs. A soft sigh escapes your lips, your eyelids fluttering closed.

“Din,” you breathe out.

“What do you want?”

And, kriff. If you answered that in all honesty, in all detail, you’d never stop listing the ways that you want him to touch you.

“Just you,” you whisper, and cup his helmet between your hands. “Please.”

He nods in response. His hands come away from your legs, only disappointing for a second because you soon realise that he’s taking his gloves off, placing each one on the floor beside him. Then he touches you again, this time running his bare palms all the way up from your knees to your thighs, around the sides of your hips, landing eventually on your waist, holding you tight.

You’re already crumbling under his touch. Subconsciously, your thighs clench together as you feel the first thrum of arousal shoot through your centre.

His fingers are on your face, then, just one of his hands gently cupping your cheek. His bare skin is so warm, soft, not familiar enough for your liking. You wish you could feel him like this always; wish you could run your hands over every inch of him.

“Din,” you find yourself saying, gripping tight to his shoulders.

He slides his fingers back into your hair. Shit, it feels so good. “I want to turn the lights off,” he says unexpectedly.

You nod quickly, knowing that means he’s probably going to take his helmet off, let you touch his face—

His hand leaves your skin and instead finds the light switch on the wall, sending the room into darkness just a second later. A tiny beam of light shines under the door from the living room, and you can just about see his outline, your eyes getting used to the new dark.

Then, he takes his helmet off.

And—the rest of his armour.

Oh, fuck.

Your hands are on him as soon as you hear the last of the beskar being removed, and you run your palms all over his flight suit, down the softness of his chest, up over his shoulders, his arms, his neck. Then they find his hair, maybe the best place to be, and you dig your nails into his scalp in your eagerness.

He bites back a moan, his nose so close to yours that they brush together. “Cyar’ika,” he says, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

You do know. You know, because he does the same to you.

“I want—” He cuts himself off. Like he’s not sure if he should say it.

You lean in, kiss him. Hot and fast and urgent. “Tell me what you want,” you whisper into his mouth, “Please, Din. Whatever you want, you can have it.”

He’s panting for air as he pulls away, pressing your bare foreheads together. There are loose curls falling in his face, a combination of your hair and his. “Just,” he says, “give me a second.” And he pulls away.

You feel cold, all of a sudden, the lack of his body right in front of you the only thing you can feel. You see the vague outline of his silhouette backing up towards the wall, and then he stops.

“Are you alright?” You ask.

He chuckles. It’s so fucking gorgeous outside of his helmet. “Don’t worry,” he tells you, “I’ll be back. Just—”

A zip.

Multiple zippers, pulling, undoing.

Then, the sound of heavy fabric falling to the floor.

Oh, fuck.

“Din…” you breathe, your mouth suddenly dry. You can barely see the shape of his shadow, only the side of him that faces the light. It’s less than you could see of him back on the ship that night.

And yet you know, you feel, that he’s bare before you.

He crouches down in front of you again, reaching for your waist. He doesn’t even have to search for you in the dark.

“Can I…?” You ask, hands hovering uncertainly in the space between you.

He dips his head close to you, but misses your lips, instead diving right into your neck. One of his hands gently pushes your hair away, and then he’s kissing your neck, open-mouthed and wet. “Touch me,” he whispers against your pulse point. “Please. If you want to.”

You’ve waited so long for this.

His bare skin. Right here. Just for you.

The fact that he even had to specify If you want to is almost enough to make you laugh. But first thing’s first:

You touch his face. Run your fingertips through his beard, back into his hair, scratching at his scalp. Then your hands move down to the back of his neck, and you’re used to meeting resistance there, the fabric of his cowl stopping you from going any further.

But, fuck, he’s naked.

“Oh, kriff,” slips from your mouth and comes out closer to a sob than anything else. Your hands slide down the bare stretch of his back, feeling hair and scars and his muscles shifting as he continues to mouth at your neck, his hands gripping tightly to your waist. “Fuck, Din, it’s you…”

“It’s me, Mesh’la,” he breathes, gently nosing at the neckline of your shirt so he can kiss the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He sucks, pulls your flesh into his mouth.

You gasp at the sensation, but your hands don’t slow in their path. His skin is so warm—hot—beneath your palms as they run over his back, down his ribs, catching on the bacta patch that still sits over his knife wound. It’s as you move to touch his stomach that you realise your hands are only a part of this. It’s your mouth that wants to feel him next.

“Din,” you whisper, “please, on the bed, I need to…”

“What do you need?” He settles his nose on your cheekbone, his moustache brushing right up against the corner of your mouth. His breath is so hot. So sweet. So familiar.

Before answering him, you can’t help it; you turn your head, catching his lips in a kiss that can only be described as desperate. Your hands find their way back to his face, their favourite place to be when he’s kissing you like this. He’s gripping your shirt in his fists and his tongue pushes against yours, slides, gives and takes just right.

You tug at him, urging him closer, onto the bed. “Want to kiss you,” you say.

“You already are,” he points out with a smirk.

“Want to kiss you everywhere,” you pull harder on him, and he gets the message, breaking away from your lips for long enough to stand up and climb onto the bed. You follow him, but you can’t see him, and you accidentally kneel on his thigh. “Sorry,” you whisper.

He chuckles. “It’s alright,” then his hands are on you, gently pulling you close.

“Do you have night vision, or something?” You ask as he guides you to settle on his lap. You can feel, now, that he’s leaning back against the headboard, his body stretched out on the bed beneath you.

“I just always know where you are,” he tells you.

You snort a laugh. Your knees settle on either side of his hips, and you take the luxury of sliding your hands, slowly, up from his navel, through his chest hair, to his shoulders.

“Kriff,” he curses softly, tugging you in even closer. You’re almost pressed chest-to-chest, and his hands are holding so firm at your hips that your shirt has rucked up a little.

You realise, then, that you’re still devastatingly clothed.

“Wait, let me…” you start to unbuckle your trousers, then pause, ask, “Do you mind if I…?”

“Whatever you want,” he says.

You take off your pants, and then your panties, because right now the only thing you can think about is wanting his hands on you again like they were before. For him to touch you, feel you, to let him go places no one else ever has…

You hesitate at your shirt.

It’s dark. He can’t see you. He wouldn’t be able to see your scars even if you did take your shirt off.

But his hands. He’ll feel them. Feel you. Every curve and line you were taught to hate, every scar they gave you to make it worse.

You can’t.

“Hey,” his soft voice, “it’s alright. You don’t have to.”

You glance at him like you’ll be able to see his expression. Instead, all you can see is the outline of one side of his face.

It’s enough.

You let go of the hem of your shirt, settling in his lap, getting yourself comfortable again. His hands find your waist once more but they don’t linger, instead spreading flat against your back, separating so that one slides up towards the back of your neck, the other pressing as low as he can get on your spine. He’s cradling you, wrapping you in his arms.

The need to kiss him comes back.

You start at his lips, but soon trail the familiar path down to his neck. You meet no resistance from his armour though, and you can keep going, so you do. His clavicle, his shoulders, his arms, lifting them up one by one so you can press kisses all down his bicep, his elbow, his forearm. Then to his chest, nuzzling your nose in the hair there, letting your mouth open around his nipples and feeling your stomach buzz with arousal at the noise he makes. You feel it in his chest, the vibration against your face, in your mouth.

He’s so real here, so hot and soft and perfect, all muscles and curves and soft edges amongst the sharp ones. You can feel scars on his skin, just small ones here and there. Your mouth pays special attention to each one, peppering feather-light kisses to every inch of them.

All the while, his hand sits in your hair, gently massaging at your scalp. It feels so good, so fucking good, the gentle tug he gives every now and again just making it better.

“Cyar’ika,” he says when your lips find their way back up to his neck, sucking a mark to the other side this time.

“Mm?” You murmur.

“Can I touch you?”

You lift your head, your mouth leaving a wet spot on the underside of his jaw. “Please,” you whisper against his lips.

Then, his hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once. (He could cover every inch of your skin with his and it still wouldn’t be enough.)

He slides his palms down your arms, then over your stomach, circling around to your hips and down to your ass. He grabs it, one cheek in each bare hand, and squeezes.

“Kriff,” you breathe out, holding both of his bare shoulders tightly. “Din, please…”

He brings his mouth to your ear, panting hot and beautifully into it. Without another word, one of his hands returns to your front, this time dipping between your legs, carting softly through the hair over your cunt before finding your clit, lifting the hood and pressing gently.

You all but fall into him, every muscle in your body somehow relaxing and tensing all at once. Your grip on his shoulders tightens for a second before one of your hands slides up into his hair, taking a firm grip of it in your fist.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he whispers into the shell of your ear as his fingertip rubs gentle—too gentle—circles around your clit. “So hot and wet already for me, Cyar’ika…”

“Only for you,” you promise him, dipping your head into his neck. Not to kiss, just to rest your forehead there, to feel his pulse beating beneath your nose.

He slides his fingers down to your entrance, gathers some wetness before gliding them back up through your folds, feeling every inch of you, teasing, not quite getting back to your clit. You can’t help it; you grind down against his hand, trying to find some kind of friction, wanting him on you and inside of you so badly that it has you throbbing with every fast heartbeat.

He presses his cheek to your hair, his spare hand still grabbing at your ass, sending shocks of pleasure to your pussy with every squeeze. It only spurs on the pulsing of your entrance, wanting him so badly.

“Din,” you say, voice husky and broken, “please…baby, please, need you inside me…”

“Fuck,” he curses, sliding his fingers down to your entrance. “Love it when you call me that.”

“Baby?”

“Kriff, yes.”

A breathy smile finds its way to your lips. You lift your head, place your mouth right over the shell of his ear. Then, finding the best sultry voice you can muster, you say, “Baby.”

His moan is enough to kill you, right here on the spot. You wouldn’t need to know if heaven exists or not; you’re already there.

Especially when he slides his fingers inside you, two at once, the perfect amount of stretch through your dripping wetness. Your walls clench around him, pulling him in, desperate to feel friction.

“Oh, baby,” you breathe, feeling his muscles flexing beneath your hands at the name, “Baby, that’s so good.”

He tilts his head, mouthing at your face, wherever he can get to. He finds his way back to your lips eventually and starts to kiss you slowly, in time with the slow push and pull of his fingers inside you. The heel of his palm brushes against your clit every time his fingers are as deep as they’ll go, and it feels so good, but it’s not enough—

You grind down against him, finding more friction. He lets you, going with your movements, allowing you to find pleasure in every move that you can. You’re gasping, your mouth all but watering into his.

He tilts his hand a little so he can use his thumb on your clit, rubbing in earnest circles, matching the increasing pace of his fingers’ thrusts.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” you curse, pulling away from his lips to press your forehead into his. You wonder if he can see your eyes gazing into his. You can’t see his, but knowing they’re there, looking at you—always looking at you—is enough.

“Yeah?” He asks. “Just want you to feel good, Cyar’ika.”

You nod encouragingly. “I’d feel even better with you inside me,” you find the courage to whisper.

“I am…” he stops himself, realising what you mean. Beneath you, you feel his still-clothed cock harden, jumping at the invitation. “Oh,” he breathes, his hand stilling between your legs. “Are you sure?”

You pull back just enough that you’d be able to look into his eyes if it wasn’t pitch black. “If you want to,” you tell him, stroking a hand down his lovely, lovely face.

“Gods, I want to,” he says, and you giggle breathily, leaning in to kiss him. “You have no idea how much I want to.”

Reluctantly, but knowing it’s for the greater good, you climb off his lap. He follows you, curling around you as you lie down on your back, feeling him flip over so he’s hovering on top of you. As soon as you’re comfortable, he’s diving in, capturing your lips in a gorgeous kiss. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck, grasping his hair, then one slides down his bare back because it can, because you’re not about to waste any moment that you can get your hands on his skin.

He shuffles to get his underwear off, and when he’s back on top of you, you feel his cock bobbing against your thigh.

“Fuck,” you whisper, “fuck, baby.” You reach down and take hold of him, wrapping his length in your fist. It somehow feels hotter in your hand than it did before; maybe it’s that his body heat is surrounding you in every other way, hovering above you like a safety blanket, something so familiar and brand new all at once—

He moans, leaning down to suck at your collar bone as you gently tug his cock, enjoying feeling the pulse of his heartbeat, the veins over his length, the bead of liquid pooling at the tip.

“Please,” he begs into your neck, “can I?”

You don’t even have to think about it. You were ready to say Yes before he even asked. “Yes. Please, fuck, Din, fuck me.”

His breath stutters. He takes a second to gather himself, then gently pushes your hand off of his cock, instead taking it in his own hand and pushing his hips down into yours. He slides the head through your folds, and the slick sound that fills the room is enough to send shocks of pleasure all the way through you before he’s even really touched you where you need him to.

“Are you ready?” He asks, so gentle, so caring, his forehead pressed into yours. His skin is sticky with sweat, his hair falling in your face.

You hold the back of his neck, and nod.

Nothing could have prepared you for this.

All that time you’ve spent fantasising about it, watching him sit in that damn pilot’s chair with his thighs spread wide, admiring the width of his shoulders, even feeling his cock in your hand like before—

You could never have imagined it as good as this.

He’s thick, spreading you open so deliciously, filling you up like nothing ever has.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” you whimper into his ear, clinging to the back of his head like it’s a lifeline, never wanting to let him go, “Fuck, your dick feels so good inside me…”

He moans, his face pressed against your neck. (He likes it there. You can only guess the amount of marks he’s left on you tonight alone.) “You feel so fucking good,” he breathes out like a prayer onto your skin. “Fuck, sweetheart. Can I—can I fuck you?”

“There is literally nothing I want more.”

A soft chuckle vibrates against your throat.

Then he moves. Slowly, at first, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of you. The push and pull of him, so hot and big and wet and lovely—your walls clench around him and you feel it, feel the fluttering against his cock. He’s inside and all around you and you’ve never felt anything like this, not the sensation between your legs, on your neck, in your very soul—

He’s fucking you slowly; carefully, even. Like he’s holding back. You know how strong he is, and although having him inside you is better than any of your wildest fantasies, you need more.

“Din,” you whisper, sliding a hand down his back, feeling his muscles flexing with each soft thrust. “Fuck me. You can go harder, faster, whatever you want,” you promise him.

“Are you…”

“Yes. Fuck, baby, fuck me as hard as you want, I can take it…”

The moan he lets out is positively sinful, and he lifts his head to kiss you, his mouth open wide against yours, tongues sliding together in a second. You let him kiss you, will always let him kiss you.

Then he starts to thrust faster. His pace increases slowly, steadily. He brings down one of his hands and presses it against your clit, rubbing in circles at the same pace as his cock inside you, getting harder and faster and harder and faster—

“Baby,” you gasp as the force of each of his pushes starts to move you up and down the bed. You feel your tits bouncing beneath your shirt, the fabric creating beautiful friction on your nipples. “Oh, baby, harder, please…”

As if he’s more than happy to oblige, he does exactly as you ask. He’s fucking you hard now—probably not as hard as he could; you can still feel him holding back a little, but still—and he bottoms out at the top end of each thrust, hitting against your cervix almost hard enough for it to hurt.

It’s fucking delicious. He’s kissing you like his life depends on it, breathing into your lungs. His finger works hard and fast over your clit. He’s so coordinated, everything is working together, sending sparks of pleasure through every single inch of you, from your mouth to your clit to your fucking toes and back.

“Wanted you for so long,” he says into your mouth, “Kriff, I can’t believe you’re letting me…”

You cart your fingers through his hair, nails scraping his scalp and down his back.

“Kriff,” you curse as he pulls away to press his forehead into yours. He’s panting, sweat beading on the back of his neck. “Fuck, Din, baby, that’s so fucking good—”

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers like a promise, “Mesh’la, gonna make me come…”

“Come for me,” you ask him.

“You first,” he says, earnest, “Please. Need to feel you come around my cock, I—you feel so good, so good around me, Cyar’ika, you’re—” his words are cut off by a fucking whimper coming from his throat.

Fuck. It’s enough to have pleasure coiling tighter in your belly, rising closer to your orgasm. He’s fucking you into the mattress, your body bouncing up and down on his cock without you even needing to try, and you let your hands hold onto his biceps, feeling them tensing with every move he makes into you.

“That’s it, Mesh’la, you take it so good…”

“Fuck, Din, that’s so—your cock, you’re so—” there are no words, it’s building in your core, the press of his finger against your clit getting harder and faster and harder—“Baby, I’m gonna—!”

You do.

Pleasure explodes inside you like a tightly-coiled spring finally snapping. You fuck yourself onto him, your hand finding its way to your clit, rubbing yourself alongside his finger, trying to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. It sparks under your skin, a wave of white-hot glory spreading across every inch of you. You feel your walls pulsing around him, fluttering, begging him to come. “Baby, that—holy shit,” still, no words come to you that could possibly convey it. Instead, feeling his thrusts getting more and more erratic, “Can you—can you come inside me?”

“I’ve—got the implant, I—” he’s holding back, his voice choked and strained—“Can I?”

The aftershocks are still pulsing through you, one of your favourite parts of the come-down. “Fuck, baby, please.”

Oh, fuck.

He spills inside of you, so hot and fast and too much to stay inside when he’s fucking you like this, all fast and hard and out of control—

It pushes out around his cock, coating the bed beneath you, a mix of both of your pleasure.

He’s kissing your neck again, open-mouthed and gorgeous. His thrusts slow gradually, and you feel his orgasm not just in his cock but in his shoulders, his back, the hitching of his breath against your skin.

“Cyar’ika,” he pants, nosing against the shell of your ear. “Sweetheart, that was…you’re…”

It’s nice that he can’t finish any of his sentences, either.

Breathy, you laugh in his ear. Your hands hold each side of his face, just so grateful that you can touch him, feel his bare skin and heat all around you.

“I never thought I’d—I want to—”

You shush him softly, pressing a long kiss to his temple. “This is perfect,” you settle on, because it’s all you can say, and it sums everything up.

He nods, earnest. Lifts his head, presses your foreheads together. Carefully, he removes his fingers from your clit—your pussy pulses at the lack of contact, immediately wanting him back—and instead brushes them down your cheek, leaving a light trail of wetness in their wake. You close your eyes into his touch, tilt your head to kiss his fingertips.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“For what?” He’s still inside you. You don’t want him to ever not be.

You find your words catching in your throat around a lump of tears that has seemingly appeared from nowhere. Because he’s here. He’s taken everything off for you. Not just his armour, his clothes, his helmet. But his walls. His facade of hardness, impenetrable beskar around the things that he feels. He’s shown himself to you, not literally, but in every other way he can.

And you’ll never be able to thank him enough for that.

“You’re really good at fucking me,” you say instead, and he laughs at that, all breath and husky voice.

He kisses you, soft and chaste. “I’m gonna pull out,” he warns, soft. “Is that okay?”

It has to happen at some point. But what if this is the only time this happens? What if everything goes wrong; what if he changes his mind?

You hold him tight, lift your leg up to wrap around his hips. “Don’t let this be the last time,” you whisper. Plead.

You can feel the frown that creases his brow, pressed against your forehead. “I promise,” he says. “I’ll always want you like this, Cyar’ika.”

Only a small part of you could believe such a beautiful, nightmare-defying promise. But you lean into that part of you, and nod.

Keeping his face right above yours, he pulls out, slow and careful. It doesn’t hurt, but it might as well, because the loss of him inside you leaves you feeling cold, open, vulnerable.

You can’t help the whimper that comes past your lips.

“You okay?” He asks immediately. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you shake your head, but there are tears in your eyes, and you can’t let him go. Your hands grip the back of his neck, knuckles probably turning white, because the idea of him leaving you alone in this bed forever suddenly seems like the most likely outcome, even though you know he never would. “No, I just…”

He strokes your face again. His soft, wet cock brushes against your thigh.

“Just,” you stammer, “hold me. Please?”

He kisses you. “Can I clean us up first?” He requests softly. “Just don’t want you to get cold. Then I’ll hold you all night, I promise.”

Knowing that he means it, you nod, and release your iron grip on him.

It’s freezing cold, suddenly, when he removes himself from above you. You curl in on yourself, feeling so raw, cold wetness sticking between your thighs.

But he’s back in a moment, carrying a few warm, wet wash cloths and a towel. “I’m here,” he says softly, finding his way back to the bed. He kneels between your legs—you feel the mattress dip—and places a gentle hand on your ankle. “Can I?”

You nod. Your muscles relax as you feel him slowly wipe at your thighs, your centre, where your wetness and his release are drying onto your skin. He cleans you thoroughly, using his hands to feel the job he’s done, making sure he’s got it all. Then he moves to clean himself, and soon the wash cloths are on the floor, and he’s gently shuffling you out of the way to put a towel under you on the bed.

He lies you back on it, then crawls up the bed, his bare skin against yours again. You breathe out in relief, hold onto him.

“I’ve got you,” he says. “Roll over?”

You do. His arms are around you in a second, your back pressed flush against his bare chest. A sigh comes from your throat as every single muscle relaxes. He’s here. He’s naked. He’s giving you parts of himself that he’s never given to anyone else.

What did I do to deserve this?

“Rest, Cyar’ika,” he breathes into your ear, all hot breath and soft lips and bareness.

You grasp his hand, pulling it up to cradle against your chest. Your lips find his knuckles, kiss each one. You want to tell him how perfect this is, how much you adore him, how you never dreamed of being fucked that good.

But sleep is coming for you fast. And, to be honest, you’re a little scared of telling him all that. Because you’ve never said those things before.

Words aren’t needed, though.

You drift off in his arms.

notes: hope you enjoyed! thank you as always for your wonderful comments and thoughts on the last chapter. all interactions are appreciated, but reblogs are so helpful and comments fuel my need for validation. next chapter is going to be a long one, so be ready for that!

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asonofpeter · 2 years

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A Real Treat

Pairing: Dad!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You and Peter finally decide it's perfect to add an addition to the family right on Halloween.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), lazy sex, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding kink, other than that this is a fluffy Halloween fic

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This is also a part two to my Christmas oneshot "All I Want For Christmas" Enjoy! 💕💕💕

“Look at the cute little Carebear!” you cooed at your six-year-old, Gracie. She held her little pumpkin treat bucket in her hand while she tried to push the hood off of her head.

“No, Gracie, that’s supposed to stay on,” Peter adjusted her and put her arm down.

“Mom, can we go now?” your eldest, Mia, became annoyed at your insistence on taking photos. “All the good houses will be gone,” she sighed.

“Just one more! You’re so cute in your little scrubs and look at Buddy,” you awed.

Mia decided to dress as a veterinarian, her white coat and stethoscope wrapped around her neck. “Dr. Parker” read on her name tag. Of course, she also wanted Buddy (her 9th birthday present) to dress for Halloween too, so you had purchased the most adorable scrubs just for him.

“But the candy,” she dragged, you and Peter stifling a laugh.

“I want candy!” Gracie cheered, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Soon, sweetie,” Peter pinched her cheek.

“C’mon, let’s all gather in for the photo,” you smiled, setting the timer before you stepped back.

You and Peter stood behind your girls, Mia holding onto Buddy while Gracie let out the biggest “cheese”. You felt your heart warm as the camera captured this moment and you felt happy.

“Okay, now we can go,” you announced, grabbing your phone from the tripod and making sure to grab your purse while Peter helped lead the girls outside.

The neighborhood was swarming with kids and parents walking along the sidewalks and crossing the streets. The children were laughing and some parents were shouting. All the houses on the block were decorated fully, with flashing lights, cobwebs, zombie statues, bats, and cackling witches.

It was definitely October 31st.

“Have I mentioned that you are one sexy baseball player?” Peter asked, wrapping his arm around your waist. The two of you trailed behind your girls and Buddy, keeping an eye on them but also giving them the freedom to run from door to door.

“I don’t think you’ve mentioned it tonight,” you smiled, turning to face your husband.

You’ve been married twice and surprisingly it was the same man both times around. After you had broken up with your ex, you and Peter gave it a few months before you told your girls. But as soon as they were in the know, you and Peter thought there was no point in waiting, so you got married through city hall.

A second chance was worth everything.

“Well, I’m bringing it up now,” he pressed a longing kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm, you’re not too bad yourself,” you smirked, eyes raking over his body. “Think we’ll have enough energy to trick-or-treat by ourselves later?” you cocked a brow. “Never hooked up with a baseball player before”.

“For you, I’ll always have energy,” he stated, knowing what you were implying.

Mia calling out to Gracie alerted you, the oldest was racing her to the next house and the sight just put a smile on your face.

“I want another,” Peter whispered in your ear. “Remember how we talked about having a son?” he hummed and you nodded. “I think tonight should be the night, next year we can even dress him up as a little pumpkin,” he smiled and your heart soared at that.

“Deal,” you nodded, agreeing quickly. “I would die to see our babies in pumpkin costumes again,” you whined, throwing your head on his shoulder.

~~~~~

“I want to go to Halloweentown so bad,” Mia sighed, cuddling closer to her father’s side before she let out a yawn.

After a successful trick-or-treating and some much-needed showers and baths, the five of you ended the night watching Halloweentown. Gracie was already passed out, and Mia and Buddy were well on their way.

“I think you want to go to sleep,” Peter joked, running a hand over her hair.

“I’m tired,” she mumbled, slowly getting up like a zombie before she called Buddy. The puppy ran right after her.

“I got Gracie,” Peter said, grabbing the girl into his arms. “Let’s go to sleep,” he waited for your hand.

Turning off the TV, you stood up, grabbing the blankets as you all made your way upstairs. You first tucked in Gracie before you both went to Mia’s room, wishing her and Buddy goodnight.

You shut your bedroom door once the lights were out, and you and Peter peeled the covers off your bed before you both crawled in.

“I’m in love with our little family,” you smiled.

“Me too,” he stated. “Thank you for giving me a second chance again,” he cooed, running his thumb over your cheek.

“Thank you for making it worth it,” you bit your lip before leaning forward to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and lazy, your mouths moved in sync and it was just perfect.

“I really want to get you pregnant tonight, but I’m so tired,” he mumbled against your mouth, his hand tracing up and down on your side.

“Me too,” you sighed, resting your forehead against his. “Lazy sex?” you suggested.

“Sounds good,” he said in the middle of a yawn. “Shirts on?”

“Obviously,” you said as you lowered your hand toward his hard-on, palming him through his pajama pants.

“Good,” he breathed out, head falling back on his pillow when you pulled him out. “Kept touching me like that and there won’t be any to knock you up,” he warned. “Just wanna touch you,” he smiled down at you, his hand moving from under your shirt to your pants.

You sucked in a breath the moment he swiped a finger along your folds, quickly finding your clit as he began to rub soft circles. You hiked your leg over his hip, granting him better access and the position began to create friction as you rubbed on his cock.

“Just like that, baby,” he whispered, lips hovering over your skin while you bit down on your lip. “You’re already soaked,” he moaned quietly, feeling his fingers covered in your slick.

“I want you inside of me,” you looked up at him.

Peter helped you push your pants down just enough so that he can get inside of you. You threw your head back the moment he slid into you, your walls wrapping around him so eagerly.

You lifted your chin so you can meet his lips again. As you both kissed slowly, you had your hands placed on his chest while he held you in his.

Both of your movements were lazy as you ground your hips against each other. But the friction was what got you, you felt each time his hips would rub against your clit causing you to squeeze around him, and that only encouraged him to move his hips a little more.

It was a cycle of pleasure, just enough to get you both off. Enough to get you where you wanted. And you felt yourself so close to it.

“Just a little bit more, baby, I can feel you’re close,” he whispered, glancing down between your connected bodies under the sheets.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, hiding your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt.

Increasing his pace slightly, Peter gripped your hips a little tighter, rutting further into you as he approached his orgasm.

You both bit down on your lips hard as your orgasms washed over, a relief washing over you when you found yourselves satisfied.

“Wow, post-nut clarity is so real,” Peter said first thing once you both caught your breaths.

“You did not just say that,” you pushed yourself off his chest. “Get out of me,” you laughed, moving to get away from him.

“Shh,” he pulled you back into his embrace as he rolled to his back, dragging you on top of him. “I wanna fall asleep like this,” he sighed contently as he closed his eyes, his hand rubbing soft circles on your back.

You smiled as you settled on his chest, indulging in the feeling of him inside you.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he responded and you could hear the smirk on his face.

~~~~~

1 Year Later

“Just one more!” you announced, pulling Mia into your side while you held onto your baby boy, Benny. He let out the cutest laughs and you couldn’t get enough of him in his pumpkin costume.

Mia was trying to get Buddy to sit but was having trouble considering he is now almost her size. He did look dashing in his pirate costume, Mia wearing a matching one as well.

On the other hand, Gracie was practicing her zombie growl, wanting to get it right for trick-or-treating.

And, of course, you and Peter were matching, dressed as cowboys this year. He looked so hot.

“Okay, everyone say “cheese”,” Peter called out before he ran behind Gracie, holding her before the picture was taken.

You all smiled as the camera shutter went off. The moment everything was clear, Mia was booking it for the door, ready to get some candy in her hands.

Putting Benny into his stroller, you all made your way out of the house, ready to celebrate another spooktacular Halloween— together as a family.

~~~~~

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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sometimes i'm looking for some fics with dom!reader and sub!character but they are hard to find. I love it when the character is sub. Being in control. When they beg. Like yes, baby, look at me and show me how much you enjoy it. Tell me how much you love it. I want to hear more.

(Sorry i'm into praise for sub. So cute. So cute.)

✑ tags: femdom, praise, orgasm control, begging, established relationship, mama/daddy/good boy/pretty boy, face riding, edging, office sex, ceo!reader x bodyguard!eren and mikasa

✑ I had to do a little something for both of us and since i loved writing about ceo!reader x bodyguard sukuna, here is a little ceo/bodyguard au for all of them :3 I got very carried away

Suguru

Glancing behind you to see a girl plastering herself onto Suguru. His hand is on her lower back. While she has her soft breasts pressed to Suguru's hard chest. Which his dark suit is hugging. Hinting at his thick arms, and large pecs, and broad shoulders underneath. All of which is yours.

Looking away as he glances at you. And she cups his cheek, trying to get his attention back on her. She's needy for his attention, and you don't blame her. Suguru is a beautiful man. And when he is looking at you, it makes your heart beat faster. While your pussy drips.

Plastering a fake, overly sweet grin on your face. Pulling your gaze away from Suguru, plaster an overly sweet grin on your face as the man drones on. at the man in front of you who's been chatting your ear off. You can't remember his name. Or anything he has told you about himself. Quickly excusing yourself with,

"It was something hearing you talk about yourself. See you in passing later on during the party." Walking away without giving him time to respond. Closing the small gap between you and Suguru.

Standing in front of him with your arms crossed. The girl snaps, "He's busy with me. Don't be desperate." Rolling your eyes before studying the tips of your long, perfectly pointed, manicured nails.

"Do you want to see something funny?" Bending your finger, motioning for Suguru to come closer. As you command him,

"Follow me Sugar." He pushes the girl away gently, yet she still stumbles over her on her heels. He grabs her elbow to steady her before finding his place by your side. Splaying his large hand on your lower back.

She glares at you, wrinkling her nose, mumbling, "I thought we had something, maybe we could-“ you quickly cut her off with,

“Thank you for entertaining my Sugar. But I’ll be taking my man back.” Walking past her, towards the server holding a tray of glasses of wine.

Taking a glass, swirling it around before taking a sip. While leading Suguru away from the large ballroom of your mansion. Down one of the many large hallways, where you slip into the first unoccupied waiting room branching off from the great hall.

Locking the door behind Suguru, who beseeches, "You're not jealous, are you? Thought I was just your bodyguard." The curl of the right side of his lip hints at his lack of remorse.

Sitting down on one of the plush sofas. Spreading your legs, pushing your dress out of the way. Which is made easy by the large slit. His dark eyes drop to your glistening pussy and the adam's apple in his throat bobs as he swallows.

Crooning, "Why? Are you wanting to be more with me?" Swirling your glass as Suguru kneels in front of you. You add, "Why else would you make such a show, trying to get me worked up so you can get my attention?" Grabbing onto the sofa and leaning his head in. Licking his lips aching to taste your pussy.

Suguru's tall height has him so at eye level when kneeling in front of you. Undoing the buttons of his jacket. "It worked. You're here with pretty pussy out for me, aren't you Mama?" His struggle for dominance is one of your favorite parts about this. Only topped by his submission when he becomes too desperate for you.

"Sugar, if you want to eat my pretty pussy till I cum on your face, you can be a good boy and beg for a taste. Otherwise," you trail off with a soft moan as you rub your clit. As you set your glass down on the side table next to you.

Slipping your other fingers past your lips. Following Suguru's needy groan is, "Please let me suck your soft clit. Your pussy is so beautiful, I want to watch it spread on my fingers and cock. I'll make you feel so good, mama." You love getting him so worked up, refusing to let him give any attention to his cock. That by the time he slips inside you he doesn't last long.

Overstimulating him, and riding his cock till he gets hard again. As he writhes and trembles, with his eyes rolling back. And his lips, puff from him biting his bottom lip, make that perfect pretty o.

Tonight for the stunt he pulled, you don't think Suguru should cum for a while. But you could cum before the party is over. Then mingle while Suguru's cock refuses. to go down and his balls ache.

"You want to be a good boy and make me feel cum all over your beautiful face?" Slipping your fingers out and spreading them to make the stings of slick quickly break. Before rubbing both fingertips along his bottom lip.

Suguru moans as he licks your fingers before you can pull away. Wrapping his lips around them and slowly pumping his tongue along the pads of your finger. As you run your fingers through his hair long soft hair.

Pulling your fingers away, he instantly pleads, "Please mama you taste so good. I need more of you."

Satoru

The clear glass of the shower hid nothing, with steam collecting on the edges of the glass. Satoru could see you rubbing your soapy, soft body with your sponge. And it's torture having you so close yet not being able to touch you.

You've been teasing him all week, inviting him into the bathroom to watch you shower. Even letting him jerk off with your dirty panties. While you watch him make a mess of yourself. Begging for either pair of lips.

His cock has soaked a part of his underwear. Which clings go his tip, straining uncomfortably against his jeans. Too tight for his cock to stand up the way it wants to.

Opening the glass door, smiling as you take in his bulge. Taking in an eyeful as he leans back against the counter. A large smirk stretches across his glossy, kissable lips face as he asks,

"Should I pose for you sweet mama? I can get in my underwear and let you get an eyeful. But if you want to see more you'll have to beg." He cups his cock, rubbing himself through his jeans. Before unzipping his pants to relieve some of the pressure.

How long were you going to keep playing with him?

Holding out your soapy sponge, "It's hot that you think it's going to work that way." Satoru walks up to take the sponge as you turn around showing him your backside. Where he rubs slow circles on your lower back. Sipping over your ass,

“It looks like you missed a stop on your sexy ass." Cupping your cheek massage it while rubbing soap around. His finger tips get so close to your pussy lips. And he pleads,

"Tell me how this is supposed to work mama. Please, I can do more than just that, I can make you feel good. Eat your pretty pussy out, and make you squirt on my cock." He keeps rambling,

"You’ve been stressed from work, why not let me help your beautiful self relax mama. Let me help you relax." Satoru scrubs your back. Switching to your other cheek and swapping the hand holding the sponge.

Walking away from him and standing under the water. Leaving him standing with his cock hard, you look over at him. The need way he stares at you, biting into his bottom lip. His large hands are still where they were.

All the blood had rushed to his cock and it look like he is short-circuiting. Encouraging Satoru with, "That's what I'm looking for, good boy Toru I'm proud of you. Being a good boy for me, so how about you strip and join me in the shower." He drops the sponge by the open entrance of the walk-in shower.

Pulling his shirt off and taking his underwear and pant off quickly. Wasting no time rushing into the shower. When you walk over to the window seat, the one-way window gives a wonderful view of the light-up city below.

Satoru stands in front of you, eagerly awaiting what comes next. Looking up at him and asking him, "What do you want to do to me?" Glancing down at his cock, standing up and so close to your face. The pale pink color of his cock head and the milky white of the pre-cum made him look yummy.

Quickly insisting to Satoru, "Tell me in great detail. You can play with your cock while you so do. In fact," wrapping your lips around his cock. Slowly slipping him in deeper while sticking your tongue out.

Groaning loudly he places his hand on top of your head. He moans, "I've been thinking about eating you out underneath your desk while you're working. Seeing if you can keep from moaning." He doesn't stop, he can't. Everything is running out as you bob your head.

Swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him deep into your throat. Which bulges while his throat squeezes him as you gag from how deep he is. He croons,

"You're so beautiful, I love watching over you. Fuck mama your mouth feels so good. Please don't stop, I've been needing to fuck you since I first saw you. I'm not being dramatic, I need you so badly please mama don't stop!"

Eren & Mikasa

You had gotten a bigger desk just for this. To have Eren laying down with his white button-up shirt pushed open. And his suit pants on the floor with his underwear.

Eren's long dark hair pools beneath his head. Which your other bodyguard Mikasa is straddling. Rolling her hips, riding his handsome face. She's so beautiful drowning him in cum, her thick muscular thighs

She lifts up and right away Eren begs, "You taste so good princess." Clenching Eren and he looks down as Mikasa lifts her hips. As you slip your finger into her soft dark hair, pulling her in for a kiss.

She whines against your lips, as you hear the slick sounds of Eren fingering her wet pussy. He croons, "I love the way you take my cock ma. Please don't stop bouncing on my cock. I want to cum inside you so badly." Your soft, squishy pussy squeezing his cock.

Grinding yourself, rubbing your clit on the dark patch of hair of his navel. Digging your nails into the deep lines of Eren's abs. He groans as you pull away from Mikasa and she sits back down on Eren's face.

"You want to cum in my beautiful pussy? Want to watch our pretty princess have your cum smeared on her pussy from me riding her too." You couldn't get enough of either one of them ever since you entered their relationship.

Both of them were beautiful, muscular people, Mikasa is so willing to please. While Eren's attuide is fun to fuck out of him. As you prove to him, that things aren't always going the jeager way.

Eren groans into Mikasa’s sensitive pussy. Dripping thick creamy cum down his chin. Making his neck wet with slick. She clenches his head, and whines,

“You look so beautiful taking his cock. I want to feel your pussy on mine. Please mama, you always feel so soft and wet. I love feeling your lips rubbing mine while our clits grind. Please pretty mama.” She always know just how to bed. And as Eren’s cock throbs inside of you, you stop.

Eren’s cock throbs inside you as he grabs onto the side of your desk. His knuckles turning white as he fight the urge to bounce you himself.

Pointing at the sofa, “Go lay down then princess. Eren can watch while his cock drips and his balls ache.”

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little-worm-grant · 3 months

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Steven's pov: Oh Sausages

692 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Some lighthearted scatterbrained memories from the mind of Steven Grant and his formative years. Lunchtime edition.

Previously: Steven's pov: Happy Simple Normal Life (Not a necessary read)

Tags: Childhood Memories, Comfort, Fluff, Developing Friendship

The room was abuzz with the noise of conversations going on all around him. Steven didn’t focus on any, or anyone really. Too upset to be paying attention. Even if his favorite pastime was eavesdropping and pretending to be part of a conversation. Today he just wasn’t feeling it.

Staring down at his lunch tray brought back that queasy feeling. In front of him sat eight of the greasiest sausages he’d ever seen and a hamburger beside it. A handful of ketchup packets seemingly sprinkled around like they’d been tossed into the mix. He couldn’t remember picking out any of this stuff, and if he had he’d clearly been on one too many cold medications as of late.

Another boy sat beside him. His words startled him out of his own head. “Sup?”

Steven glanced up at him, unsure why he’d been picked. He didn’t have it in him to ask. “Think they’d let me change my dinner?”

“What’s wrong with your sausages?”

“I don’t really like eating meat.”

“Since when? Every day I’ve seen you pick up as many sausages as they’d let you. I’ve started to think you’re turning into one.”

“I’m not!” He bit back. Realizing he couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat in the lunch hall and did this. Maybe he did eat sausages? His shoulders slumped. “I saw a video about what they do to the pigs. I don’t think I wanna eat meat anymore.”

“Oh.” His companion said. “Well here. Let’s switch. I never have enough for those burgers.”

The other tray was pushed his way. A fruit cup and some veggie sticks looked more tempting than his own tray. Steven didn’t go for anything immediately. Hands under the table pushed his thumbs together a little harder.

“Why are you being so nice?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like. You don’t know me. But you’re giving me your food.”

“We see each other most lunches? I know you used to like sausages and you socked Tom for messing with me that one time. Good enough for me.”

The boy took his tray and used the plastic knife to start splitting the sausages to put on the burger. Using the packets of ketchup to add on top. Steven had to look away. Instead, he focused on the other tray. Picking up one of the baby carrots to toss in his mouth. He was starving. He pried open the sandwich to check what was in that.

“Oh, don’t eat that, it’s ham. You can pick it off though. Make a carrot sandwich or something.”

“A carrot sandwich.” Steven snorted and smiled a little more.

Lunch went down way better than he could have ever imagined. He’d never had anyone try to befriend him before. They talked about anything and nothing. He didn’t eat the sandwich but the fruit and vegetables should be enough to get him through the rest of the day.

Learned his friend had an annoying little sister and he wanted Steven to come to his house and help him with his chores. That involved eating as many raspberries as he wanted while they berry-picked, so he was definitely going to beg his parents to let him go. By the end of it, the lunch hall was looking much emptier and staff were starting to pack up. The bell rang and his friend got up to leave first.

“Good talk. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Yeah? I mean uh- yeah. Sure thing, sausage boy. Laters gators.” Steven said quickly, getting a laugh. Offering a quick wave before taking both their trays to the cleaning station.

He felt too awkward to have spent a whole lunch with the other kid to correct him now. Didn’t even know his name. It wasn’t like names were a big deal. People got his name mixed up all the time. Could have called him Bob and he’d have answered to it. He felt far lighter in his walk back to class. Excited for the rest of his day. Most of all, he couldn’t wait to go home and tell his mom and dad everything.

#steven grant #moon knight #oscar isaac #moon knight fanfiction #jake lockey #stevens pov #open starter #open rp

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lavampira · 2 months

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wip whenever

tagged by @redwayfarers @impossible-rat-babies @coldshrugs earlier this week so I scrounged up some of the sidalia wip to microdose on making progress by sharing bits of it <: and I’ll tag @hythlodaes @birues @scionshtola @hylfystt @gwynbleidd @carlosoliveiraa @sirotras @ghostwise @queenofthieves @creaking-skull @perpetuagf @kirnet @aphoticfairy @oh-yeah-no @yloiseconeillants if anyone has things to share!!

[parent death tw + spoilers for ffxiv heavensward and drk 60-70 quests]

The last hazy flickers of light filter through the cabin windows with the sun dipping below the Tailfeather horizon, leaving the need for the lit lantern to see as they work. D’alia glances across the wobbly square table at the concentrating children while their small, nimble fingers slowly attempt to weave twine into braided cords, so intent on turning them into bracelets under her instruction. ‘Twas meant to be a simple task to occupy them quietly before bed and recover from the day, but she had underestimated the competitive streak between them.

“Does it go this way?” Rielle asks, showing her efforts with a pinched brow.

“Not quite.” D’alia reaches across the table to adjust the girl’s fingers, still holding onto the colorful strands, and guides her through the step with a gentle hand. “Think of it like braiding hair, if it helps.”

Myste snickers as he watches over Rielle’s shoulder. Her blonde head snaps to him, and she sticks out her tongue, which he readily mimics before the pair descend into a fit of youthful giggles. D’alia allows a small smile to grace her lips as she continues to braid her own cord. After how despondent that Myste had grown in his latest failed endeavor, she will gladly take the improvement.

Rielle faces her again as they settle. “When did you learn to make these?”

“As a child—”

“A member of her tribe taught her after her parents died,” Myste interrupts, ignoring the sharp glance Rielle sends him to meet D’alia’s gaze as she stills. ‘Twas not a question, she notes curiously, but before she can comment on it, he adds, “Am I right?”

After a moment, D’alia simply mutters, “Aye.”

“You miss them.”

Yet another statement, wrenched from the confines of her heart. Her eyes seek Sidurgu still seated on a wooden chair by the door. He remains hunched over his sword in his ministrations to oil the blade, but his gaze is already on her beneath the flop of silvery fringe over his forehead. She can’t read his expression in the dim light, and he says naught of it, though he’s scarcely said much since his resigned suggestion to stay in the village a while longer in order to assuage Myste once the dust had settled.

“I do, but I’ve also made my peace with my past,” D’alia finally says, turning back to the children. No longer in the mood to braid cords, she slides her unfinished bracelet to Rielle, offering a tight smile as she rises to her feet. “Since you’re getting the hang of these, would you mind if I leave mine in your capable hands so I can draw a bath?”

The young girl beams. “I don’t mind.”

D’alia pats her cheek with a gentle palm before tucking a tendril of hair behind her pointed ear. She leaves the children to their task, knowing Sidurgu will mind them in her absence as he has in her weeks away from them, and she tries not to dwell on the guilt of it. Instead, she leans on the desperation to soothe the fresh ache in her muscles and cleanse the remaining sweat and grime from her body and follows the hall in search of the bath.

‘Tis a rather small cabin, but far more than she had expected upon requesting to stay in the village, complete with two rooms to sleep, a cramped room to wash, and an even tinier kitchen in comparison to the rows of cots and bunks that she remembered from not so long ago. Marcechamp had insisted for the one who’d helped to achieve Ysayle’s vision and her companions, though not without eyeing Sidurgu’s glowering form and the quiet elezen children behind her warily as she’d forced a smile and thanked him for the generosity through her tightening throat.

For as much as she claims to have made her peace with her past, it still has a way of haunting her every move. She can at least think of the tribe that her adoptive parent and she had left behind for the safety of Revenant’s Toll’s walls without the roiling guilt and loss that threatens to pull her under its murkiness these days.

She doesn’t know when she can say the same of Ysayle.

Or Haurchefant.

#okay i lied. i do have something to share this week. late but still asfgh #kind of long but i didn’t want to cut off some context :o)#wip tag #dani.txt #oc: d'alia liveq

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yourtwistedlies · 1 month

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❝ women’s hearts are lethal weapons ❞

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dni: if you are racist, homophobic, xenophobic, sexist, 18+ only, religiophobic, creepy, toxic, or literally just a jerk, please leave!

byi: i swear sometimes!! i also adore using cute nicknames and pet names for my moots!! if you don’t feel comfortable w/ that or anything else, please let me know <33

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call me valerie/val or twisted!!

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if i don’t respond to your ask/tag/rb/literally anything immediately i am not ignoring you!! i’m just lazy or busy and will do it later <33

im your biggest fan btw

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with love,

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damn-stark · 11 months

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Final chapter Home

Chapter 18 of Sandstorm

A/N- It’s the end 🥹

Warning- Fluff, angst, swearing and talks of death and there’s changes that depart from the show!

Pairing- Jon Snow x Targaryen!fem-reader

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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*15 YEARS AGO*

Again someone else you love is fading from your life. Once again fate is snatching something from you.

How cruel is life.

“I’ll say I forgive you,” you mutter to Daenerys and pull back to meet her watery gaze. “If you forgive me. I let my vengeance blind me. I turned against you after we swore we’d be better.” You sniffle and swallow thickly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The corner of her lips turn to a smile and she reaches over to take your hand in hers. “I forgive you.,” she says. “I love you. All my life I spent looking for a home and when I met you I found it.”

You cry softly but manage a soft smile. “And I forgive you,” you assure her of what was weighing her down. “I don’t want you to go. Please….I’ve lost too much. Please.”

Tears stream down her pale cheeks and her thumb caresses your hand. “I’m afraid I’ve lost this fight…but I won’t be gone forever, I’ll wait for you and Daeron….” Her breaths become more shallowed and her eyes begin to droop. “At that house by the sea. Do you remember? The one you told me about.”

You nod vigorously and scoot closer to lay beside her.

“Can you describe it to me again,” she whispers. “Our vacation home. Our dream.”

“Yeah,” your voice breaks. “We’ll have a house in Sunspear, by the ocean with waters that gleam like shining turquoise diamonds...we’ll have so much space so that dragons can rest and burrow themselves in the sand.” You giggle softly. “We’ll plant lemon trees for shade and so we can pick the lemons for some refreshing juice. So while the kids play out in the water we can watch under the trees with drinks in our hands.”

Daenerys' eyes begin to slowly close, but her lips maintain that strained smile.

“And when the kids tire out we’ll put them to bed,” you add softly whilst you try hard not to break into a sob. “And then we can go outside and watch the stars that litter the dark sky together. Because the nights in Dorne are the most beautiful in the world. How does that sound?”

She doesn’t answer this time, she doesn’t flash you a beaming grin. She doesn’t breathe anymore, only cries fill the room as Daeron knows too that his mother is gone too.

You pick him up and begin to bounce him softly, you avoid sobbing in front of him and instead assure him just as you do with Rhaenyra and Robb. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay, I got you. I got you.”

The baby begins to calm down and his green eyes meet your gaze with curiosity. You grin and nod.

“Yeah, you’re okay,” you continue to coo at him. “We’re going home with Jon, and your new siblings.”

Everything passed like a blur after this moment. All that stuck with you vividly was Drogon taking Daenerys body with him to who knows where. Out of grief of his own?

You don’t know, he just took her and you watched with tears streaming down your cheeks. You watched until you couldn’t see him anymore and then left back home. Back to Jon and the twins.

And there he was waiting for you as if waiting for the result of your departure for revenge. He was the first person you saw when your feet hit the ground, and he didn’t fail to meet you halfway with a curious gaze targeted at the small bundle safely strapped to your chest.

Albeit before he could ask anything, at the mere sight of him you break. “I couldn’t save her. I was too late, she’s gone…Jon…I couldn’t…”

Jon shakes his head and grabs the back of your head to lean it against his and assure you. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“But I didn’t do it,” you ramble. “You have to believe me, I didn’t kill her, she was…she was dying when I got there and I couldn’t…I was too late—”

“I know,” he whispers. “I believe you.” He pulls back now and glances down at Daeron in deep sleep after the flight here. “Who’s this?”

You glance down at Daeron and tug on a shaky smile. “Jon,” you whisper and then meet Jon’s gaze completely enamored. “Meet our son…Daeron.”

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*NOW. KING’S LANDING*

“Let’s say grace,” Jon directs at the kids gathered around the table before you join hands.

You take Rhaenyra’s hand and offer her a gentle smile before she ducks her head and listens to the words her father says, whilst you look around the table at each one of your kids; noticing that Edria and Oraena don’t want to hold hands because of some petty argument they had again. Ryuu holds Aemon’s hand, and Robb doesn’t hold anyone’s hand, the chair at his left side is empty.

You had noticed that Daeron was missing for dinner before but you just thought he was running late. Ever since he bonded with Helios all he’s wanted to do is be with him, so you thought maybe he lost track of time when he was with his dragon. However, he still has yet to join dinner and he never does without an excuse.

Which is why when everyone is seated and begins eating you address the group of kids. “Where’s Daeron? Has anyone seen him?” You glance at every single one of your children, the youngest girls shrug and Ryuu looks just as curious as you are.

“Jon,” you direct at him with a puzzled gaze. “Have you seen him?”

With his mouth full of food Jon shakes his head, so you glance at the twins and notice that they both avert their gaze. Perhaps if you had followed the advice of court and had servants raise them then you wouldn't know how to read them, but you did raise them so you know that when they both avoid eye contact and pretend to be busy that something is wrong. So that clueless curiosity fades and eagerness to know takes its place.

“Rhaenyra,” you press and pick up a piece of food from your plate. “Where’s Daeron? He is your betrothed, you must know.” You drift your gaze to her and shoot her a pointed glare.

Rhaenyra meets your gaze and then steals a glance at Jon before she sighs and looks at her food with a frown and shrugs. “I don’t know.”

You exhale slowly and snap your gaze to Robb. “Robb,” you deadpan and don’t ask anything since he knows what you want to know.

But all he does is shrug and get back to eating without a care.

“Oraena,” Jon pulls her in the conversation knowing she was easy to crack when he asked. “Where’s Daeron?”

“I don’t know daddy,” the girl answers, causing you to pull your pointed glare from Robb to look at her—“Edria, Ryuu and I had lessons today. Which by the way, Edria copied off my work!”

“Tattletale!” Edria snaps and jerks her body to the side, causing Oraena to bend down and grab at something beneath the table.

“Ow! That hurt! Mother!”

You sigh and look at Edria, the girl who is quite literally a female version of Jon. “Edria, my sweetling please. Leave your sister alone. Now go sit in the empty seat next to Aemon.”

“But,“ she argues. “Mother.”

You narrow your gaze on her and she fails to continue arguing and moves with her all things. So now you continue, and since Ryuu wouldn’t know of Daeron’s whereabouts, you turn to Aemon, the youngest child and the who should’ve been your first option.

“Aemon,” you talk softly, gaining his attention from his plate. “Do you know where your brother is? Will you tell me and your father please.” You offer him a pleading smile.

Aemon stares at Jon and you for a moment with his eyes wide before he nervously glances at Robb and swallows thickly.

You should’ve known Robb had something to do with this, he walked into the hall quiet and with his head low. He was too suspicious from the start but you just didn’t clock it.

“Do you know?” You press Aemon.

And just as you wanted, Aemon meets your gaze and begins to sign with his hands the answer. “Robb and Daeron got into an argument again,” he signs dramatically. “Robb said that Daeron was a bastard and that his mother was just…” He pauses and glances between Jon and you. “Can I swear?”

You glance at Jon to press him and check if it’s okay speechlessly, and considering the moment, he lets Aemon swear.

“Robb called his mother a whore and a usurper and a Kinslayer! He said that no one loved him and that…” he pauses and blinks repeatedly as he frowns. “He said that Daenerys killed Rhaenar…is that true?”

Your eyes widen whilst a shocked breath catches in your throat.

The truth is something you haven’t shielded away when it comes to your children, nothing good comes out of hiding stuff from them, but this? What Daenerys did to Rhaenar?

That’s been purposely kept out of the mouths of the people from King's Landing, no one in your proximity could say a thing about that to you nor the kids. You were going to tell them one day, when you were ready. You haven’t even told Rhaenyra, your heir so she wouldn’t have to be burdened with a secret she had to keep from her twin and the rest of her siblings.

You didn’t want Daeron to be treated differently because of his mothers sins. But now Robb knows somehow. Now they all know.

“Who told you, Robb?” Jon interrogates Robb since you’re too taken back. “Tell me now.”

Said boy scoffs. “It’s not hard to know,” he rebuttals. “Ask anyone and they’ll say it.”

“But that wasn’t your truth to tell!” You exclaim with angry tears clouding your eyes.

The kids all get startled and stiffen, Robb most of all.

“Daeron had no fault in any of it, I don’t care how mad you are about Helios, that is not something you should have told him. You come to me, or your father. Do you have any idea how that made him feel?” You press angirly.

Robb averts his gaze and clenches his mouth. He stays quiet and doesn’t move.

“Robb,” you call out loudly. “I’m talking to you.”

“No,” Robb grumbles.

You shake your head. “No, you don’t. Now tell me who told you?”

Robb exhales and mutters, “a woman. From the street of silk.”

You blink slowly and nod softly in comprehension.

So it’s that easy huh?

You exhale and duck your head to try and calm down. Jon sees your struggle and reaches over to take your hand in his. When you feel his comforting touch you share a sad look before you face the kids who all silently watched.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’m sorry for keeping that from all of you, I just…” you pause and feel your throat close up as your agony still hurts as much as the day you found out about Rhaenar’s death. “I’ll—”

“It’s okay,” Jon cuts you off softly as he guesses your new intentions. “I’ll talk to them.”

You meet his gaze and nod. “Thank you,” you whisper. “Now Robb do you know where Daeron went?”

Robb watches your cloudy eyes and loses his annoyance and expresses guilt in those dark eyes. “No,” he says. “He mounted Helios and left.”

You let go of Jon's hand and push yourself off your seat. “Okay,” you sigh. “I think I know…I’m going to talk to him, finish eating, all of you.”

Without anything else to add you give Jon a small kiss before you begin to walk out of the room with knights trailing behind you. Albeit before you can walk out of the doors, Robb catches up to you, making you stop in your tracks.

“I’m sorry,” he immediately shares. “Forgive me mother. I did not mean to upset you.”

You grab his arm and caress it gently. “It’s okay,” you assure him. “I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just hope now you find it in your heart to forgive Daeron. He’s your brother, he didn't bond with the dragon to spite you, Robb. I talked to you already about that, so please reflect on it. We…” you pause and glance at your family eating around the table and sigh shakily.

“We’re not eternal Robb,” you share with him reflecting on your own grieving past. “Life is a fleeting moment, it’s too short to hold grudges over one’s siblings.”

Robb looks at you with disbelief, expecting to get grounded and in deeper trouble, but you just offer him a gentle smile before you wrap him in an embrace. You hug him tightly as if you were scared he’d disappear, because you are.

Everyday the fear that one of the kids would get stolen from you lurks in the back of your head. Life left you too traumatized by loss to not fear death. That’s why you hug Robb with all your might, it catches him by complete surprise but he does hug you back. When you pull away you offer Robb one last smile before you head to Eraxis already waiting for you outside the castle gates.

Robb said Daeron flew away on Helios, so there’s only one place he could’ve gone that wasn’t within these castle walls. The home where he was with his mother for the first and last time.

You’ve only been there once after Daenerys passed, you missed her, you were stressed from ruling over Seven Kingdoms, taking care of kids, so you went to the last place you were with her and sat under a lemon tree to watch the sand blow in the distance.

It helped, you did feel better afterwards.

What about this time around though?

When you arrive at the isolated house Helios greets Eraxis, his mother with a soft growl.

“<You’ve grown,>” you tell the orange dragon with a faint smile. “<I’m glad to see you here.>” Since he isn’t a hatchling anymore you avoid petting him and instead head inside.

Hopefully, Daeron is in the room with the red door, you’d search the entire house for him, but with this stupid leg hurting let’s hope he’s in the room you’re heading to first.

And once you reach the chambers with the red door, you notice it’s partially open so you slowly push it open wider and step inside cautiously. “Daeron?” You call out and see that most of the furniture that was here before had been taken, and the once tighty room is left scrambled.

“Father said this where you found me,” Daeron makes himself known from deeper inside the room. “Or should I say Prince Jon.”

You follow his voice, and quickly come to find him standing over an empty cradle. When he sees you approaching he lifts his head and meets your gaze with cloudy eyes.

You don’t know what to tell him, “I’m sorry”, or just share the truth, so you just stop under the archway and watch him with a pitiful look.

“Daeron,” you mutter and clasps your hands in front of you. “Jon is still your father. Nothing is going to change that.”

Daeron averts his gaze and sniffles. “Why—” he soon cuts himself off and drops his head, letting brown strands of hair fall over his face.

“Oh,” you sigh softly and broken heartedly. “My sweet boy. I’m sorry you had to find out that way. I was going to tell you, just…not yet.” You break away from where you are and walk to his side, you try to grab his arm but he moves away and slowly faces you with tears rolling down his defined cheeks.

“How can you be that way with me?” He asks and his face twists deeper with sorrow. “My mother…she killed your son. She…took him away, she ripped away any hopes for peace. So why?” His voice shakes. “Why me?”

You hold his gaze and swallow thickly, you want to cry just at the sight of his tears, but you hold back and instead stroke the cradle. “Well,” you begin to tell him. “I wasn’t always like this. I wasn’t nice, you know?”

Daeron scoffs. “I can’t believe it,” he rebuttals, making you smile at him.

You nod. “It’s true. I lost myself in my revenge. I let my vengeance cloud my judgment, something I was warned about. I would have let the world burn, everything and everyone in it to find a form of justice for what happened…I,” you pause and exhale deeply whilst you lean against the cradle as you find your words hard to say. “I wanted to kill an innocent baby. A son for a son. I came here the moment I heard your mother gave birth.” You pause and glance at Daeron, catching his green eyes are still intently on you.

“But what?” He asks. “Why didn’t you do it?”

You watch the cradle and remember that day vividly. You remember lifting the dagger, but not being able to do it. Every bit of that day has stuck with you for fifteen years.

“I was close,” you admit, “but then it hit me. That baby I saw in that cradle, that innocent baby boy….you,” you whisper and meet his gaze. “I knew you far before I even met you.”

Daeron’s eyebrows furrow in confusion to your words.

“You see,” you continue and stand up straight to grab his hand. “For months I had this same dream. Two cradles in the throne room. I never could find a meaning to it, I painted the dream, talked about it, but every single time I came out clueless….that is until I saw you.” You offer him a smile and add on. “I saw the sigil on your cradle, I met your green eyes and I knew you were my fate. I was never meant to kill you, I was meant to be someone who loves you. Unconditionally. That’s why it’s you, because you were always meant to be mine. My child.”

You cup Daeron’s cheek and gently caress it with your thumb. Daeron offers you a gentle smile but it quickly flickers away and that same sorrow is still there.

“All because of a dream?” He says softly.

You sigh and respond. “And because I promised your mother. Because no matter what happened between her and me, I still loved her deeply. And she loved you, with all her heart. Who would I be if I left you? Who would I be if I hated an innocent boy? I did it because I wanted to. Because I love you and she loved you.”

Tears continue to slip out of his eyes, but he manages a small smile that melts your heart.

“Nothing is your fault,” you assure him and cradle his face. “None of it. Robb was just mad, and people will just talk. I’m sorry it took me a long time to tell you.”

Daeron shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he comforts your concern. “I understand.”

You grin. “Thank you. You are just as sweet as she was. You know?”

“Really?” He probes.

You nod. “Yes….now,” you sigh. “I didn’t know your mother long, but…your father, your real father did, Daario Nahris. He loved your mother, he knew her longer than I did. I’m sure he has stories to tell.”

“He left me,” he deadpans. “Why would I want to talk to him? I’m fine, really.”

You don’t fight him and instead nod in comprehension. “Okay, but still, your father nor I will be hurt if you want to know Daario okay? Just ask your uncle Bran where he is if you’re ever curious.”

Daeron nods in agreement, letting you drop the subject and pull away with an excited grin.

“Now! My boy, you have a dragon,” you say eagerly. “Why don’t we see what kind of a flier you are.”

Daeron smirks. “Oh, you’re on, mother. All the way home?” He suggests.

You nod smugly. “All the way home,” you agree.

——

*A FEW DAYS LATER*

“Ease your grip,” you advice Oraena as you tap her hand with your wooden sword. “And go.”

You swing your sparring weapon, but just as it clashes with hers the weapon falls from her hands, letting you then point the tip to her throat.

Ryuu snickers at his sister's failure, but Jon quickly shuts him up, knowing how Oraena reacts.

“Ugh,” she groans. “I don’t like sparring, mother. It’s too hard!”

You lower your hand and step back. “Okay,” you say. “That’s okay, but I would like you to learn some basic self defense.”

Oraena swipes her wooden sword from the ground and scoffs. “I have a dragon. He can protect me.”

“Expect your dragon can’t be everywhere,” Jon interjects and begins to walk to your side. “He can get hurt, leaving you vulnerable. When he gets bigger he won’t be able to be inside, leaving you vulnerable. Self defense is for your own good, O.”

Oraena sighs deeply and nods slowly. “Fine,” she grumbles, “but I’ll only continue learning if I get to have Long Claw.”

“No,” Ryuu cuts in and barges forward. “I get to have it.”

You and Jon share an amused look before he rebuttals looking surprised. “Excuse me but who said I was giving it away? And O, you said you don’t want to be a fighter.”

Oraena smirks and shrugs. “Well if I have it maybe I will learn.”

“It goes to me,” Ryuu insists. “Father said.”

You roll your eyes lightheartedly and quip. “Well your father is not dead yet, nor is he giving his sword away at the very moment so neither of you are getting it. Come on now,” you pat both of their backs. “Let’s continue. Ryuu you against me.”

However, just as you get ready, Robb joins the training yard without any training weapons. He looks at Jon and you and sighs with this specific look painted on his face, a look that his father would do a lot before when you were at war. Somethings wrong.

“Mother, father,” Robb interjects after he clears his throat. “May I talk to the both of you? In private.”

You untense from your stance and share a worried look with Jon before you look at the master-at-arms. “May you continue with their training.”

The master-at-arms nods and steps forward as you step out. As you put your stuff back on the racks Robb and Jon wait for you to catch up by the stairs.

“Is everything all right?” You ask Robb after not having the patience to wait to get inside.

Said boy briefly meets your gaze and nods stiffly. “Yes, yes it is. I just need to let you know something, that’s all.”

Did he get someone pregnant?

You don’t ask that, however, you don’t want to get him upset so you wait until you’re inside a parlor room to press him. “What is it?”

Jon helps you sit down as you both keep your eyes on your eldest son.

“Uh,” Robb begins to say and begins to pace. “It’s nothing bad I swear…I’ve just…lately I think I’ve grown restless.”

Jon hums in comprehension and moves around you to stand behind you.

“I’ve been so hell bent on bonding with a dragon,” Robb continues and drops his head. “I made it my life, but now that this happened I don’t know what to do with my life. I’m stuck. And I either can stay here, watch my life pass before my eyes, grow angrier, or be a bigger disappointment, or I can carve my own path, learn, fail.”

You shake your head. “You’re not a disappointment Robb. You’re just growing,” you assure him.

Robb meets your gaze and offers you a soft smile before he exhales and turns serious again. “Regardless…I,” he pauses and looks at you with pity. “I’m going beyond the wall…with uncle Tormund.”

You gasp in surprise and stiffen.

“I’ve sent ravens and he said he’ll gladly take me. He wants to take me on an adventure to go explore the White waste, fight creatures that lurk in the shadows,” he smiles. “Maybe see an Ice Dragon.” He chuckles.

“But,” you mutter shakily as you try to bring up any excuse so he won’t leave. “You hate the snow.”

Robb sighs and shrugs. “I’ll learn to live with it. Mother, I can't be by your side forever. Rhaenyra will be Queen, Daeron will sit by her side and be Prince consort. Ryuu will be a knight soon enough, the girls will be wed, and Aemon will be too when they’re of age. I want this, I mean father has gone beyond the wall, all I hear are great stories about you, father. I want to make my own too, just like you.” Robb reaches you and crouches down to take your hands in his.

“Mummy,” he says sweetly. “I’ll be okay,” he tries to comfort your fear. “I’ll come back. In a few years.”

“A few years?” You gasp. “Robb.”

“Y/N,” Jon interjects and walks around you again to be in front of you. “My love, Robb is right. He can’t be by our side forever. He needs to go make his own experiences, as we have. Besides he won’t be alone, Tormund will be with him.”

“Oh and Jon,” Robb adds, referring to Sam’s son. “He’ll go too.”

“See,” Jon insists. “He will be fine.”

You look into Jon’s eyes and find your comfort, but your heart still hurts knowing Robb is leaving.

“Besides,” Robb says with a smirk. “I like to think I’m a great fighter, thanks to you and father.”

You laugh softly and lean over to cradle his face. “Oh my boy. It aches knowing you want to leave…but you’re right…just let us take you to Tormund then? Just so I can be assured.”

Robb chuckles and nods. “All right. That’s fine.” He proceeds to press a kiss on your cheek before he lets you go and stands to his given height. “Thank you for understanding.” He offers you a soft smile and begins to walk back. “I’m going to go pack!” He spins around and strides out of the room.

Once you don’t hear his footsteps out in the hall you turn to Jon with a long frown. “It’s happening,” you mutter. “They’re starting to leave.”

Jon chuckles softly, causing you to scoff and shoot him a pointed glare. “I’m being serious.” You stand up and walk to the balcony.

“You’re exaggerating,” Jon interjects. “He won’t be gone long. You’re lucky he doesn’t have to join the Night’s Watch.” Jon’s footsteps approach you, and once he’s near he grabs your arms and turns you to face him. “I know it hurts, but…think of it this way…they’re just growing, they’re living their lives. The way they want. We didn’t get that.”

You sigh deeply. “I suppose you’re right, but can’t they stay with us forever? I mean we can go to that beautiful cave with that impressive waterfall and be a nice cave family. Just us.”

Jon chuckles and cups your cheeks. “My love, they’ll be fine. Besides, they're not all leaving yet.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for an embrace you melt into. “We still have plenty of time with our children…and once they do leave and start living their own experiences we can retire, go to the cave, dorne, wherever you want and look back at how great of a mother you have been.”

You pull back and grin at him. “You’re a great father too, you know that. You deserve some credit.” You grab the sides of his neck and assure him. “You’ve done good. You’ve always thought you’ve been nothing, but Jon, you are everything good in this world, you are everything to our kids. They love you, they admire you.”

Jon’s smile turns timid and he caresses your cheek before he whispers. “And nothing would have been possible without you. I was living in the dark until I met you. You made me a father and gave me a big family, a family that I always wanted. So it’s not just me. It’s you too. Us.”

You grin and press your forehead against his. “We’re doing good.”

Jon nods. “Yes we are….thank you for that by the way.”

You give him a gentle kiss, and when he pulls back he murmurs, “I love you from this day until my last day.”

You steal another kiss from him before you murmur back against his lips. “I love you too. From this day until my last day.” You pull back and meet his gaze. “Will you take me back to that cave? When we drop Robb off?”

Jon nods. “I will. I’ll take you wherever you want. Always.”

——

*SOMETIME LATER*

“There they are my favorite flock of crows!” Tormund exclaims as all the kids climb off the dragons.

“Uncle Tormund!” Edria yells back and shoves past you to reach the tall and old man. “Look!”

Once she reaches him she tilts her head and shows off the scar on her face, since the last time you saw him she didn’t have a story to tell.

Tormund grins before he bursts out laughing and high fives her for gaining such a scar. “Great job little crow. How did you leave the other guy?”

“She didn’t even leave a scratch,” Ryuu cuts in so Edria wouldn’t dare lie. “She got beat.”

“Ryuu,” Edria hisses. “I did hit him!”

“Uncle Tormund,” Ryuu greets Tormund before they embrace. Oraena sees the interaction and rushes over to throw her arms around him, Aemon follows and Tormund doesn’t fail to wrap his arms around all three of them with a grin before he lifts them off the ground.

“The south at least is good for something, you’ve all grown,” Tormund comments and puts them down on the ground to pull back to greet the other three eldest before approaching Jon. “Little crow, how I’ve missed you my friend.” Tormund pats Jon’s back and squeezes him tightly. “Everytime I hear from you the more I’m surprised that you’re alive. You look old now.”

Jon chuckles. “Not as old as you.”

Tormund snorts and slaps Jon’s back harder. “It’s good to see you, Snow.”

“You too, my friend.” Jon pulls back and lets Tormund approach you and wrap you in a much softer embrace. “Dragon slayer, you’re not hiding another crow are you?”

You shake your head. “No,” you roll out. “No. We’re done now.”

“I never knew Jon had it in him,” Tormund says bluntly before he pulls away and studies you. “How is it going?”

You sigh deeply. “It’s not easy. But I can’t complain, things are somewhat peaceful now.”

“No one wants to face the wrath of, what is it five dragons now?”

You nod. “Daeron bonded with one not so long ago.” You show off proudly. “Not counting the three young dragons, we are five dragons strong now.”

“Exactly,” Tormund says. “No one would dare mess with that. You keep giving them hell.”

You offer him a smile and nod before the sadness returns. “You’ll take good care of him, right?”

Tormund glances back at Robb and nods to assure you. “Of course I will, don’t you worry, y/n,” he says and caresses your arm. “I care for him like he's my own. He’s in great hands. Don’t cry, when I return him to you he’ll be a man grown.”

Your breath shakes, but you resist from crying and nod, catching Jon approach you to comfort you too.

“If you’re saying this then I suppose you’re not staying then?” Tormund asks Jon and you.

Jon shakes his head. “No, we can’t. We just wanted to see him off.”

Tormund hums and nods. “Well you have nothing to worry about now. He’s got a lot to learn but he’s strong like the two of you.”

You offer him a thankful smile before you leave their side and approach the children. The three youngest are playing in the snow, but the oldest are huddled around Robb as they prepare to say their farewells.

“Here,” Rhaenyra tells her twin brother as she unbuckles her sheath from her waist. “I want you to have this. You’ll have more use for it with you then I do.” She then hands Robb the Valyrian sword that once had belonged to Ser Jaime.

Robb is hesitant to take it, considering Rhaenyra valued the sword so much, but he then grabs it without argument and hugs her tightly. “<I’ll miss you.> He whispers to her in high Valyrian. “<Thank you.>”

Rhaenyra’s chest falls and her grip around her twin brother tightens. “<And I’ll miss you. Write to me when you can. I’ll be expecting them.>”

Robb pulls back and nods. They linger there in front of each other for a moment longer before Rhaenyra steps away and lets Daeron step forward. And this time with this interaction you narrow your gaze and pay closer attention.

“I…” Daeron stops and exhales. “I'm sorry. You know I meant no ill will, Robb. I never—”

“Don’t,” Robb cuts him off and grabs Daeron’s shoulder. “You don’t need to apologize. I was being stupid.”

Daeron shakes his head softly in confusion. “You’re not upset?”

Robb shakes his head. “No,” he assures his brother. “Life is a fleeting moment, it’s too short to hold grudges over one’s siblings.”

You scoff softly in disbelief, and catch Robb’s cloudy gaze before he looks at his brother again. “Forgive me, brother, I’ve been an asshole…there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know that?”

Daeron lets out a soft huff before they embrace each other. “Have fun, write If you meet anyone, or if you encounter an ice dragon.” He chuckles softly and lingers in his brother's embrace before they pull away.

This time you approach Robb, you don’t say anything beforehand you just throw your arms around him and pull him close to you, not wanting to let go ever.

“I love you,” you whisper to him. “Be careful, keep warm and don’t put yourself in unnecessary danger. You understand me?”

“Yes, mama,” Robb assures you. “I understand….I love you too. I’ll be okay, I promise. I’ll keep in touch as well.”

You let out a shaky breath and nod, making him laugh softly.

“Don’t cry,” he warns you. “I’ll be fine.” He tries to pull back but you refuse to let go.

“Just a bit longer,” you whisper. “Let me just hold you.”

Robb doesn’t argue, he lets you embrace him, he doesn’t let go of you either, or stands stiffly in your embrace, he keeps you close. However, now as you do linger there, someone else throws their arms around the both of you, when you check you see Oraena.

Edria doesn’t wait to do the same, causing Ryuu to join in, and then Daeron and Rhaenyra take advantage of this precious moment and become a part of the group hug.

“You're all squishing me,” Robb complains. “I can’t breathe!”

“Don’t complain,” Edria scolds him. “Just let us love you.”

You laugh softly and close your eyes to take in this moment. You want to say something, something sweet, but then before you can more weight is added to the huddle and manages to knock you all down to the snow covered ground.

Rather than becoming upset, or complaining when you see that it was Aemon and Jon who dropped you, you all instead begin to laugh and remain huddled together on the snow. Except tears also break out of your eyes now as well.

This is all you’ve ever wanted, a home, these simple moments. Rhaenar is missing, but you’re happy, thankful that you have them all, a home where you finally found peace in. You’re content with your life now.

This is all you’ve ever wanted and you finally have it.

——

*SEVERAL YEARS LATER*

Where there was once darkness, now there’s a soft and warm light that bathes your body. Walls that you recognize surround you, and a single door at the end of the hall shines. The door to your mothers chambers.

Without an ounce of hesitation you walk to it, feeling no ounce of fear whatsoever.

You knock once before you open the door, and more light floods out, so you shield your eyes.

“Visenya!”

Rhaenys?

So many years have passed but you’ve never forgotten the sound of your sister's voice.

“Rhaenys?” You whisper, and lower your hand from your face, catching her there inside your mothers chambers. “Rhaenys.” You greet her with a smile as you see her little face.

“Visenya.”

You freeze and snap your eyes up, that’s when you see her too. She’s beautiful and looks the same as when you saw her last, decades ago.

“Mama,” you whimper before you break away from your spot and run to her to embrace her. “Mama.” You cry. “I missed you….so much.”

She smells like home, she smells like flowers and everything sweet in this world. She’s so warm too. You feel safe with her.

“And I you,” she says in her sweet voice as she holds you tightly against her. “Now we have all the time in the world to catch up, my little sunspot….welcome back home.”

A/N- ITS BEEN HELL OF A RIDE! Thank you to all of you who took time out of their lives to read this story, I love you so so much. I hope you liked this series and the ending. I had fun writing this series. Thank you again ❤️

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Hidden Memories

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 572

Summary: Whilst unpacking boxes, Ethan discovers more about Victoria’s past

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

For @choiceschallenge-may2023 “stuffed animals”

Ethan didn’t know Victoria could have so much stuff. Nevertheless, he was excited she was finally moving in with him.

Belongings of Victoria’s had already made their way into their apartment. Various pieces of clothing and a toothbrush were already there, now Victoria had everything she needed, ready to start a new life with Ethan.

“I’m sorry I have so much stuff.” Victoria laughed as she unpacked a box labelled ‘bedroom’.

“If I didn’t love you so much I would complain.” Ethan replied.

“I know you’re complaining internally.” Victoria giggled placing stuff in the wardrobe.

“Whatever gave that away?” Ethan laughed.

“I do have too many clothes. They’re not all going to fit in your wardrobe.” Victoria huffed, hands on hips.

“Our wardrobe. Don’t forget that.” Ethan smiled wrapping his arms around Victoria. “There’s enough space under the bed for now. I’ll make sure you have enough space one day.”

Victoria smiled up at him. “One day. And what will that consist of Mr Ramsey?” She said.

“When we have a place that we can both call home then I will make sure you have a space for all your clothes with a walk in wardrobe.” Ethan replied.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking towards the future. For the time being, they would live in his apartment, Ethan was adamant he would pay the rent. He remembered what it was like having a Med school debt. Victoria insisted she contributed somehow so they went half and half on the bills.

But one day, they would have a place of their own. A home for the rest of their lives.

“That sounds amazing.” Victoria smiled pressing a kiss to his cheek. She went back to unpacking the bedroom box. “Oh I put this in the wrong box.” Victoria laughed, pulling out some cutlery. “That must’ve been one of the gang. I’ll go put it in the kitchen.” She headed out the bedroom.

Ethan continued to unpack the boxes. There wasn’t much left. As he reached then bottom of the box he noticed some stuffed toys. He took them out, staring at them.

One was a brown teddy, the other was a pink one. Ethan figured these were Victoria’s stuffed childhood toys. He smiled at the thought of baby Victoria cuddling her childhood teddies.

“My cutlery has brightened up your kitchen! I knew I would add some- oh!” Victoria stopped in the doorway. “You’ve found my teddies!”

“They were right at the bottom. I didn’t know you had some.” Ethan replied.

Victoria smiled sheepishly. “Some may think it’s childish. But I don’t. It reminds me of New York. And I’ve had these two since I was a baby. Mom and Dad got them when they were expecting me.”

“That’s really sweet. Where are you going to put them?” Ethan asked.

Victoria looked around the room. “Normally I kept them on my bed but now I’m sharing a bed with someone I think they should be kept out of the way.”

Ethan placed the teddies on Victoria’s side of the bed. “That looks good. I’m fine with you having them. I think even as adults we can all take comfort in a childhood teddy.” He smiled.

Victoria pulled him into a hug. “Thank you. But warning now. We take up a lot of bed space.”

Ethan laughed. “I wouldn’t have you any other way. And that goes to the teddies too.”

This was so much fun to write! Victoria loves her stuffed teddies and always took comfort in them when things were tough

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It’s Wednesday again! Thanks for the tag, @rimeswithpurple, and thank you to everyone who tagged me Sunday as well. I’m still kind of stymied by the lack of writing space in my home, which is hopefully going to be finished soon and then I’ll have a brand new kitchen with actual cabinet and (gasp!) counter space, yay!

I was a little torn about what to share today; I had something a little horny but I’m not sure where it’s going to go yet, so I settled with a perfectly SFW snippet of crucible marriage AU Simon chatting with Vera. Excerpt and tags under the cut 😊

I thought I was the first one up, but Vera is already in the kitchen, making scones. “Blueberry?” I ask, trying not to seem desperately interested.

Vera smiles at me. “Actually, no. Mr. Pitch asked me to make ones like he used to have at his mum’s school—sour cherry. I He says you’ll like them.” Her smile grows wider at this.

Sour cherry scones! They were my favorite, back at Watford. Did I tell him that? And if I did, did he actually care?

“You were at Watford, weren’t you, Mr. Snow? I expect you’ll remember them,” Vera adds, as if reading my mind. “I’m surprised Mr. Pitch does, given he was only a toddler the last time he was there.”

So, I did mention them to him, then. And he’s asked Vera to make them for me because of it. A warmth blooms in my chest. “You can call me Simon,” I tell Vera, leaning on the counter. “Did you really know Baz when he was a toddler?”

She smirks. “Indeed I did. He’s all grown up now, but time was, he ran around underfoot just like the little ones upstairs do now.”

I can hardly imagine it. Grinning, I ask, “What was he like when he was small?”

“Oh…Basilton was a beautiful baby, always.” I wonder if she’s reverted to using Baz’s first name because I asked her to use mine, or if it’s from nostalgia. Vera’s looking up at a point over my head as she shapes the dough. “Very quick, very intelligent. Always watching, thinking. You could see the little gears turning.” She laughs. “He was kind, too. His mum would bring him home from the nursery at school and tell me how he’d help the miss soothe the littler ones when they’d cry.” Sighing, she meets my eyes. “I suppose he was exactly as he is now, only less leggy.”

I join her in a laugh as she slides the scones into the oven. Merlin, they already look good enough to eat. An arm slips around my waist, and Baz drops his chin to my shoulder. “You’re talking about me,” he says. Vera was right—he is quick. There’s no getting anything by Baz.

“I was just curious about what you were like when you were smaller,” I say. “Wanted to hear what sort of mischief you got up to around here.”

“Not as much as all that!” Vera objects, dusting her hands off on her apron. “More of a reader, our Basilton was. He’d escape the nursery regular as clockwork, but I’d nearly always find him curled up in the library. Later on, in the music room, sometimes, with his violin.”

Baz looks mildly embarrassed. “I got into trouble!” he insists. “I was a terror. She’s just covering up for me, Snow.”

“Mm hmm,” I agree and get a pinch to the waist. “Hey!”

Vera is smiling to herself as she cleans the counter, like she’s happy to see Baz happy. I wonder if it’s unusual for him.

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sebastianstansqueen · 1 year

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Where Do We Go from Here 9

A/N: I think your gonna like it 🤭, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,391

Warnings: Death, Murder, Mourning, Miscarriage, angst, think that is all actually

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Once Bucky got back home he swore he blacked out, he doesn't remember what he did when he woke up the next morning and he found he whole house completely trashed glass covered the floor along with paper from paintings he ripped up, he walked into the room that was once Y/n’s and he sat there in the pristine room that he hadn’t dare touch in his blind rage, and the first time in a long time he let himself go, he cried. He didn’t give a shit he may not be able to get her back, at the moment, but he’d kill Loki if it were his last breath.

A day later Steve came over to talk to Bucky about a plan, and as he knocked on the door of the House, the door wasn’t answered by his friend like it always had, instead the door was opened by one of Bucky's house staff. “I need to talk to Bucky.” Steve told her.

“Uh I don’t think that’s a great idea Mr.Rogers, Mr. Barnes has been acting strange? For the last two days.” She said to him.

“I think I’m the person he needs to talk to if anything.” Steve walked into the house anyway.

“Bucky!” He yelled. Bucky walked down in his usual t-shirt and jeans. “You look like shit.” Steve hummed, Bucky just nodded.

“It’s nothing. I want Lafyson dead by the end of the week. There are your orders, leave or start helping me plan.” Bucky said coolly.

“I’m a bit concerned for you Buck.” Steve said softly.

“I don’t need your concern.” He shook his head.

Steve had been keeping in contact with Bucky about what the plan was, but Bucky was keeping very distant, and well, Steve, along with Bucky, and several men were ready for the hit to kill Loki outside of the house.

That night After being told Bucky basically couldn’t do anything, broke every part of you more than Loki did in Two years, you sat sobbing for a while, and Loki swooped in pretending to be a doting husband, as he helped her up and into the large SUV. Loki rambled about how you should have known Bucky didn’t care about you, and that night you slept in your room. That night laying alone was when you decided, Loki was going to die by your hands.

For the whole week you thought of something to get away with it, and one night at dinner, you made a proposition. “Hey, Loki.” You spoke softly so as to not raise any red flags. “How about this weekend you and I have a you and me weekend starting friday, no men, no guards, just you, me, and our baby.”

Loki looked at you with a curl of a smirk on his lips. “That would be lovely.” He spoke slowly.

“Great.” You smiled. “I’ll make dinner both days.” You waited for Friday to come, and as the day it, Loki’s men disappeared that day, and you put on a little show for Loki making a grand meal and playing a little docile housewife, you did all of this to gain his trust. Then to add a small cherry to the top you allowed him to have sex with you, you layed still on the bed pretending to enjoy yourself, and faking like you always had with him your orgasim.

The next day you got up and dressed in a short white dress, you also did your hair and makeup, then you went down to the dark kitchen to prepare a grouse breakfast while still playing docile Loki kissed you and wanted to take you against the counter but you made the excuse of. “We are not making my breakfast I worked so hard to go cold.”

He huffed a laugh. “Okay my dear.”

The two of you eat then both of you, spent the day together, he did a small amount of work while you made dinner, similar to the nights before, once it was ready, Loki came down sat at the head of the table and you carried out the main dish you let it fall to the floor, and you stabbed him several times. “Fuck you.” You growl viciously seven times as blood gets all over you, your hands, dress, face, neck everywhere was stained with the dark blood.

Then shock sat in and you slowly stood tears burning your eyes, you walked out of the house, crying from the sock of what you’d just done.

Bucky and his men got out of the vehicle that they had been in across the street, they thought she was stabbed with how much blood was on her, and how she was sobbing. “Y/n, you hurt?” Steve asked.

Y/n shook her head. “I killed him.” She cried.

Bucky had gone in to end Loki for trying to kill you, but that’s not what happend, Bucky found Loki on a chair that had fallen over on the ground with a knife sticking out of him, they walked out of the house finding Steve next to her as you continued crying. “Steve, I'll take her back home.” Bucky told him to carry her to the large SUV. “Y/n I’m taking you back to my place and once we’re there I need you to wash up, Okay.” He said softly, all she could do in response was nodded. Once there he rushed her inside trying to hide her, from if anyone was watching the house.

You were led to the room which was your’s when you lived with Bucky you noticed how the house looked different inside, Bucky left you to be, you peeled off your clothes, and got into the shower the water turned a strawberry after it hit the blood on your skin. You scrubbed softly at your skin, and then when you reached your legs you noticed blood in between your thighs. You rushed the shower got out, got dressed and went to find Bucky. “I need to go to the doctors.”

“Why did he get you?” Bucky asked.

“I’m about forty percent sure I miss carried.” You mumbled.

Bucky nodded. “I’ll get my friend here.”

“Okay.” You nodded, and walked out.

Once back up to the room, you just realized that you are wearing your own clothes for the first time in two long years, and that realization made you tear up, you were free, later Bucky’s friend came over as promised. “Hello Y/n, I’m Doctor Bruce Banner, I’m sure Bucky told you about me.” You nodded, giving him a yeah. “Alright, you just need to lay down. I brought the ultrasound machine with me.” He did the ultrasound, and there wasn’t a heart beat, now you may not have wanted to have Loki’s baby. It was still going to be yours and so the smallest tang of pain hit your heart, but you ignored it. “I’m so sorry, Mrs-”

“Mis. Y/l/n.” You cut him off.

“Mis. Y/l/n.” He corrected himself.

You nodded. “You're alright, I had a lot of stress today.”

“I’ll see myself out.” He spoke softly.

Bucky came up soon after to see you with a question on his face. “So?” He asked, wanting the answer.

“The forty percent was correct.” You said softly.

Bucky frowned. “I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Bucky, tell me did you see him before he passed?” You asked, referring to your father.

Bucky frowned. “Um yeah I did, I saw him at least twice a month, to talk about how to get you back, amongst other things, he went downhill fast.”

“I wish I was there for him.” You said softly.

“Y/n, your father wouldn’t want you to feel sorry, or guilt over his death, if anything he shone through you today, I can tell you he would have killed Loki like that himself if he had the chance, and maybe he was protecting you today.” Bucky told you softly.

“I still wanted to be there, I wasn’t here when mom passed either.” Tears welled up. “Bucky I want to marry you I-I don’t know i-if what happened with Loki will happen again.”

“Hey, Calm down Y/n, just take a breath, let’s just take a breath, you need to enjoy what you have back.” He reassured.

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t3kandson · 10 months

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Choose Me ………..Please.

Word count; 1,706

Fandom; The Boyz feat A.C.E. & DKB

Pairing; Kim Sunwoo

Characters; Kim Sunwoo, Lee Donghun, Yang Heechan, Moon Kevin, Lee Hyunjae, Son Youngjae, Jo Changmin.

Warning; Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Thigh Sex, Fingering, Public Sex & Outdoor Sex.

Notes; Continued from selecting Kim Sunwoo Choose Me …..

Earlier Chapters found here.

Tag list; @ilovechanhee

“Really,” you scoff at the gift Kevin tossed to you as Sunwoo kisses into your collar bone. “Well you two are an item, so what you got to lose,” Kevin smirked. Your face scrunched up in your friends view at the even more revealing dress in your gasp. “Can you not remember all the drama I had from the last dress you made me wear,” you growled. Your stomach holding on to the fact you wouldn’t have had to go to hell and back and take two innocent guys along for the ride if your hadn’t worn the last birthday gift of Kevin’s. “It was worth it as it led you to that crank ass. Still expecting you to take him home with you though, his room is worth more to me now,” he chuckles as he leaves you two to the silence as you throw the dress into the bag it came in.

“Stop fretting I think your look delicious in it,” Sunwoo said bunching kisses up your neck. “However, not to say I won’t give them a good show when I fuck you wearing this,” he growls in your ear that has your thighs tighten. “Stop,” you chuckle, as he laughs deeply in your ear. “What,” he smirks at you his eyes kidnapping your soul once more. “You know full well what your doing,” you whine as he smirks before pressing his lips against yours. His teeth gripping the soft skin of your lips as he enjoys every second of your kiss.

His hands pull you on to his lap to straddle him, you can feel his hardened member between you as you rock against him. Hands gripping around your shoulder pulling you in, his kisses being more deeper & passionate. “Baby I want you to fuck my thighs,” Sunwoo says panting from your kiss. “Huh,” you question before remembering the comment you made about him the night before. The way your arousal increased watching him tense his thigh muscles after returning home from the gym. “I want to feel your cum coat my thighs,” he adds with wispy breaths that had your core clench. He lifts you off him to lock the door, walking his naked ass back to the bed to sit at the edge. Tugging your pants to the floor, he taps his thighs to encourage you to join him as you obey, pressing your core to the warm hard muscled skin beneath. “Rub against me then,” he chuckles as you smile at him awkwardly. “Look I’ll help you baby,” he laughs as his hands roughly grab your ass. He helps you to drag your core against the thighs that have tightened against you. The drags of your body over him feel new and delicious that makes you wonder why you never tried this before. Your high being chased as you find your rhythm. Sunwoo biting his lip in your view helping you to chase your high with ease. “You look so good fucking my thighs baby,” he coo’s as you let moans slip. “Fuck Sunwoo, this is good,” you cry as he clenched his muscles that bounce off your sensitive bud. “My Suchan,” he growls in your ears as your pushed into your orgasm, shaking around his thigh as your juices dampen his skin.

He wastes no time flipping you onto all fours for his own release letting Kevin know who was fucking you good with the mantra of your name.

You emerged from Sunwoo’s room, the room looking at you having sorted the fucked up mess Sunwoo left you back to perfectly kept. Eyes widening in your view as Kevin wolf whistles in your direction earnt a scowl from Sunwoo. He walks towards you and presses his lips in a tender kiss leaving you breathless as he smirks in to the room having made his claim. “Ok, ok maybe a little too revealing,” Sunwoo whispers as you raise a knowing look his way.

Before you can talk to Changmin who made his way in your direction, your eye is taken to the door, two familiar body’s entering the crowded room. “What the fuck they doing here,” Sunwoo growls. “Firstly it’s my party, secondly being friends with Suchan meant me becoming good friends with Donghun and lastly, Heechan as you know deep down is not too bad,” Kevin scoffs in Sunwoo’s direction as you wave at your former lovers. “It’s ok babe, you know we’re just friends now, it’s you I love,” you said pressing a kiss to him to reassure him. “Plus Donghun is still my best friend,” you added smiling. “Can I burn this dress first,” Sunwoo pouts with his plump lips on display that you can’t help but to bite playfully. “Come on let’s greet them,” you say pulling you towards your friends.

“Ok so who dressed you like a hooker,” Donghun teased. “That would be me, it’s kinda a birthday tradition,” Kevin chuckled. “Is it fuck, it’s a let Suchan be a class clown for your entertainment,” you growl in Kevin’s direction. “Well I think it doesn’t make you look like a clown or a hooker,” Heechan compliments as Sunwoo eyes narrow towards his friend. “Well I brought the drinks, when we getting smashed,” Heechan says to Kevin ignoring Sunwoo’s icy glare.

As the night continued with giggles, laughter, dancing and several shots you realised Sunwoo who hadn’t left your side all night disappeared. After searching for him you found him on the balcony in deep conversation with Cae. “He needs to talk,” She chuckled leaving you to your sulky boyfriend.

“Why does this feel like deja vu,” you chuckle into the quietness. “Even that awkward silence,” you add worried when Sunwoo doesn’t laugh with you. “Sunwoo what is it,” you almost cry worried what he could say. “It’s nothing to worry about baby I promise,” he says realising your worried expression.

“Just there’s something I wanted to say that’s all,” he said pulling you closer to him.

“I love you so very much, I regret every second that I didn’t ask to be with you sooner, instead of running like a scared child.” Before you could reply he pressed his finger to your lips, “don’t, don’t interrupt, I’ll lose myself and what I need to say,” he added anxiously.

“I know if I acted sooner your friendship with Donghun wouldn’t have been so fraught and mine with Heechan. But maybe that needed to happen for me to realise how special you was, to prove to Jacob of all people that this, us wouldn’t break us,” he paused taking a deep breath. “Those weeks without you felt like hell. When I heard you wanted to choose I swore that I would never lose you if you chose me. That I would give you everything you wanted, the world, your dreams, be your supporter, your defender, your everything. It’s why,” he paused to slip to his knee as your eyes widened, your heart thundering in your chest.

“It’s why I want to marry you, make you my wife, us two forever,” he asks holding a Opal & Diamond clustered ring to you. “Don’t be a dick and just say yes,” you hear from the gap in the balcony door from who your sure was Heechan. “Yes Kim Sunwoo of course I’ll marry you,” you said tears falling from your eyes with pure happiness. You watched with shakey hands as Sunwoo placed the ring of both your gemstones on your finger, while you heard the cheers and celebration in the party.

Hearing the door completely shut, Sunwoo pressed his lips to yours, deep and passionate as always, cherishing every second. “My Sexy Fiancée,” he tests on his tongue once you broken from his kiss as you smirk at him. “My forever husband,” you tested further, earning his teeth filled grin. “That’s quite hot to hear,” he said pulling you into him, his member brushing against your clothed core. “What Husband,” you tease as he growled. “Remember your wearing some very skimpy clothing, it be so easy to bend you back over this railing and fuck you,” he threatens. “Kim Sunwoo my sexy adorable future Husband,” you say slowly challenging him. “Oh your fucked now,” he says swatting your ass before twisting you to lean against the railing.

His fingers hastily rush to brush your pants to the side, his fingers rubbing your folds impatiently. “Good your wet just enough, because I want your pussy holding my dick my future darling wife,” he growls as his fingers dip into your core a couple times.

You hear the sound of his zip as he releases his cock brushing it up and down your ass cheeks, before letting it toy with your folds. His hands wrapping around your clothed breasts as he slams his cock into your pussy. “Fuck Sunwoo,” you cry, “No say husband,” he orders as he starts his impatient rhythm against you. “Let them all know that your mine, that your my wife,” he whispers in your ear as his pace speeds. Your walls clench around his member as he fucks you, the streets below being open to the witness of your seedy act. But you also know at the very least Hyunjae is eaves dropping on your seedy activity. “Baby I’m going to cum,” he whines as your walls clench around him. “But I want you to cum with me,” he pleads as he bounces his cock deep into you as it hits your sweet spot deliciously. You push your ass back into him letting his member hit deeper against your cervix. “Fuck,” you cry, “Sunwoo,” you whine. “I know baby let’s go, let’s go together,” he says lacing one of his hands with yours that left the railing. You cry each other’s names as you push each other off the edge of your orgasm. Whimpers of names following as you slowly come down. His cum sliding down your thighs just as Hyunjae and Youngjae enters the view of you fucked up and bent over the railing, with Sunwoo still embedded in you. “Hey what have I said if your going to let us view this shit let us watch from the start,” Hyunjae groans with disappointment.

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