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flowerxbunnie · 6 months

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Can you do one where Chris overstims reader until they use their safe word?

Too Much

Chris x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, overstimulation

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

Chris collapses on the bed beside me, covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Damn, I needed that,” he says in a raspy, low tone, laying his head on the pillow.

I smile and reach over to play with his hair, not knowing what to say. I didn’t reach my climax, my mind was too busy racing with the events of the stressful day I had. This has literally never happened to me before. But he looks so tired and fucked out that I’m embarrassed to ask for anything in return.

He dozes off shortly after with my hand tracing circles across his back. I still feel an ache in my stomach and a wetness between my thighs. I wonder if he’d wake up if I just touched myself now? I don’t want to ask him later, that would mean I’d have to admit that I wasn’t able to get off with him.

I wave my hand in front of his face, watching closely to see if his eyes flutter. Nope, he’s for sure asleep.

I wait a couple of minutes before I slowly reach under the blanket, careful not to disturb him, and sigh quietly when my fingers touch my core. I move my hand as little as possible, rubbing tiny circles on my clit and I already feel the familiar pressure that never got released.

Chris’s leg twitches and I halt my movements, terrified I’ve been caught. I give him a few moments- his eyes are still closed, his lashes brushing his cheeks. His breathing is slow and steady.

I move my fingers down further and push one in, whimpering as I curl it towards the spot I know feels best. I continue pleasing myself, even reaching a hand up and massaging my own breast.

“What are you doing?”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck holy fuck.

My hand immediately flies above the covers and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I put my hands over my face, I can’t even look at Chris right now.

“You need more?”

“N-no Chris.” I mutter, barely audible.

He pulls my hands away from my face, sitting up and turning toward me.

“Then why are you touching yourself, Y/n? I mean, I don’t mind but I could have given you a second round if you needed.”

I know there’s no excuse I can give that will please him, so I decide I’m just gonna come clean.

“Chris, I..”

“You what??”

“I didn’t get to finish with you.”

His eyes soften, his confusion melting away and he runs his thumbs along the back of my hands.

“That’s fine baby, why didn’t you just tell me?” he ask so softly, almost a whisper.

“I’m so embarrassed, Chris.”

“Why? Don’t be, sweet girl. It happens sometimes. Nothing to feel ashamed about. You know you can always ask me for whatever you need,” he reassures me.

“I’d never want you to feel embarrassed to come to me about something like that, understand me?” he asks, not in an intimidating way, but in a genuinely caring way.

I nod and feel my cheeks draining of the blush they held onto for so long.

“Let me help you out, baby.”

Chris pulls the cover off of me, sliding down the bed and laying on his stomach between my thighs.

“Want me to pick up where you left off, pretty girl?” he asks, running a finger across my entrance.

“Please, Chris,” I whine, moving my hips to meet his finger only to have him pull it away.

“Ah ah, we’re doing this my way, baby, stay still.”

His eyes remain locked on mine as he slowly brings his finger back to my aching pussy, still just tracing up and down. He brings it to his mouth, sucking my arousal off of it and letting out a low groan.

“Fuck baby, you taste so damn good,” he says before bringing it back again.

He inserts it slowly, all the way to the knuckle and keeps it there, unmoving. I watch as his lips come down to pepper kisses on my clit, making me clench around his finger, hungry for him.

Without warning he began curling his finger into me, hitting my g spot repeatedly and sucking and licking at my clit.

“FUCK Chris, so fucking good,” I whimper, grabbing fistfuls of his fluffy hair and tugging.

He hums against my pussy, the new sensation causing me to tense my entire body. He catches on, continuing to hum without stopping.

“I think I’m gonna..” before I can finish my sentence, the pressure releases and I feel a wave of pleasure from my head to my toes. He keeps going as I moan his name along with a string of curses, riding out my high.

I relax my body, thankful for the release and ready to cuddle and doze back off with Chris.

Except he doesn’t stop, his fingers continue their movements, steadily pumping in and out of my now dripping pussy. The feeling is overwhelming and I giggle, expecting him to stop after a couple seconds.

“Stoppp baby I’m too sensitive,” I laugh, pulling his arm with no luck.

“I know you are, but I’m gonna make sure you never feel left out again,” he says, his hot breath ghosting over my thighs as he bites and licks the tender skin.

“No baby I’m good now, promise, just come lay with me,” I plead, not knowing if I can handle another orgasm this soon.

“You know what to say to make me stop, baby. You say the word and I’m done.”

I inhale sharply as he removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. He laps up my juices and explores my core, bringing his hands to push my legs up above his shoulders. His blue eyes meet mine and I bite my lip. The feeling is almost unbearable, but still so intoxicating.

He flattens his tongue against my clit, covering its entirety with warmth. I feel his hands reach around and graze over my ribs, sliding up to cup my breasts in his hands and giving them a light squeeze. He pinches both nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling them and pulling on them.

He narrows his tongue and switches to a fast flicking motion which makes my head swim.

“Chris baby I’m already close,” I whine out, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching. This time my stomach is in knots, threatening to explode with every touch he makes.

He comes up for air still toying with my nipples and says “Give it to me baby, come on, you can do it.”

That’s all I needed to hear. His praise combined with his warm tongue back against me bring me to my second orgasm, tears rolling out of my eyes and pulling his hair hard enough to draw a painful moan out of him.

I relax once again, ready to be done, but it still seems he has other plans.

He bring the same fingers that were toying with my nipples down to my clit, lightly pinching and pulling, causing me to yelp.

“Fuck Chris, I can’t it’s too much!”

“Hmm, I still haven’t heard the word yet, pretty girl.”

He sits up between my legs and keeps one of them propped up on his shoulder, spreading my pussy apart with two fingers and spits directly on it.

“I have to make it up to you,” he says, staring down as he pushes them into me once again. “I have to make sure you never feel like you have to do it yourself.”

I whine and squirm, not being able to handle the overstimulation.

I nearly say my safe word at this point, but the way he’s hitting all the spots that make me weak prevents me. I grip the bedsheets on either side of me and focus on my breathing, trying to get my eyes to stop watering.

“Is it too much, baby?”

“Y-yes,” I whine.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks smirking.

Before I can answer he pushes a third finger in, stretching and filling me up so deliciously.

“FUCK. Fuck, please, Chris. Please keep going.” I’m panting between words, starting to get lightheaded.

“I know baby, I know. Shh it’s okay,” he says lowly before bringing his other hand to his mouth, licking his fingers. He brings them to my clit and rubs back and forth across it almost in a vibrating motion. The feeling makes me cry out and my body tries to clench my legs together, but his arms prevent me from doing so.

I feel a different kind of pressure I’ve never felt before building in my lower stomach, almost as if I have to pee.

“Chris, fuc- oh my god Chris I feel like I need to pee stop!”

This causes him to snap his head up to look into my eyes, and I notice a smug smile creep across his face as he speeds up.

“Oh you’re not gonna pee sweet girl, come on just relax, let go.”

He curls his fingers into the deepest parts of my walls, speeding up before reaching a consistent pace. He increases pressure on my clit and I just know I’m about to pee everywhere, so I tense up and prepare for the worst.

“Chris f-fuck for real I’m gonna..”

I’m thrown over the edge and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, my legs shaking uncontrollably. My eyes are snapped shut but I’m seeing flashes of colors- waves of ecstasy rushing over me. Once I slow my breathing and come down, the open my eyes to see a soaked Chris between my legs.

“Holy fuck. You just squirted everywhere baby. So fucking hot,” he says excitedly with a look of satisfaction.

“What the-” I start, throwing my head back onto the bed when I feel his mouth lapping at my pussy again. I’m pretty sure I’m crying at this point, it’s just too much.

“Mmmmm so fucking wet,” he whispers against me before returning his attention to my clit.

“GIRAFFE.”

Before I even finished saying the word, Chris was completely off of me, hands by his sides and sitting up straight.

“Baby are you okay?” Chris is stricken with worry, shuffling up the bed to lay my head in his lap.

I take a moment to breathe and gather myself before I flutter my eyes slowly, struggling to keep them open.

“Baby talk to me please, I feel so bad.” He kisses my forehead, hands on both of my cheeks.

“I’m okay Chris, it just got to be too much too quickly,” I take a deep breath and struggle trying to sit up, but Chris quickly lays me back down, sliding out from under me and placing a pillow where he once was.

“You stay there. I’m so so sorry, Y/n. I thought you were enjoying yourself and I got too caught up in the moment.” He rushes to the bathroom, mumbling to himself and running a washcloth under warm water and returning to my side.

“I can’t say it enough, I’m so sorry baby.”

He begins cleaning me up, tenderly kissing my thighs and rubbing any marks he had created on me.

“I fucking loved it, Chrissy.”

“Wait, really?” he perked up, his worry starting to wash away.

I giggle and nod, finally able to sit up.

“I promise. I just don’t think I could handle another one without passing out.”

This earns a laugh from him, and then he reaches out to pull me in for the warmest and sweetest hug I’ve ever felt.

We sit like this for a minute, me listening to his steady heart beating away in his chest and him caressing and rubbing my hair.

“You wanna shower and then pick a movie? I’m down for whatever, I’ll even let you pick our snacksss…” he says in a singsong tone at the end.

“Duh, grab the towels.”

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reputationmunson · 11 months

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Incandescent Glow | s.h. x fem!reader

summary: late night swimming with your boyfriend, steve

content: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral (fem rec), mentions of riding and spooning position, you and steve being so in love it hurts, fluff, pet names, no use of y/n, food mentions

word count: 2.5k

a/n: thank you so much @lilacletter for reading this and for your kind words. ily <3

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Anxiety courses through your veins when your phone rings at nearly midnight.

Who would be calling this late if it wasn’t some sort of emergency?

You quickly make your way to the telephone and pick it up. “Hello?” you answer, voice filled with concern.

“Hi, pretty girl” You let out a sigh of relief when you hear your boyfriend's voice. “Hi, Stevie. Is everything okay?”

“Nope. Far from okay” he replies and your stomach drops. “w-what’s wrong?” you stammer.

“I miss my girl.” he says, sighing dramatically and making you chuckle. “I thought you were hurt, dummy!” you lightly scold.

“I am hurt. Even more now that you didn’t say you miss me too” he whines. “I haven’t seen you all week, you know I miss you, too. A lot.” you reply honestly.

A week might not seem like a long time to most, but for you and Steve, it felt like a lifetime. It was the longest you’d gone without seeing each other since you started dating almost three months ago.

You weren’t ashamed of how much the two of you cling to one another, not one bit. You loved how he always had his hand on your thigh, his arm around your waist, or even just his pinkie looped with yours. Showing you affection was like second nature to Steve. Every touch or glances at each other in a crowded room was a reminder of how much you loved each other, even if you haven’t officially said those three words yet.

His friends always say he’s “disgustingly obsessed with you” and he always tells them “you would be too if you had a girl like her”. Though his friends like to make fun of how soft he is for you, they love how happy you make him. They especially love that they don’t have to listen to anymore stories of failed dates with girls that left him feeling hopeless.

“Can you come over?” He asks and fiddles with the phone cord while waiting for your response. “What’s in it for me?” you joke. “Unlimited kisses, obviously, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” he promises.

“You’ll make your special pancakes?” you ask.“I’ll make my special pancakes.” he affirms.

Steve’s ‘special’ pancakes were just normal pancakes. Sometimes he would add blueberries or chocolate chips, but that isn’t what made them special. What made them special is how domestic it felt when you made them together or when he surprises you with breakfast in bed. Anything Steve does is special, even if it’s something as simple as pancakes.

“You’re very convincing, Harrington.” you say in a sing-song voice.“Does that mean you’re convinced?” you can practically hear him grin.

“I would’ve said yes even without the pancakes.” you tell him and he chuckles. “I know. I just like to spoil you. Do you want me to pick you up?” he offers. “It’s alright, I’ll drive. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Bring a swimsuit.” he tells you. “Why?” you question. “I wanna go for a late night swim with my girl. If you want to”

“Yeah, that sounds fun! I’ll be there soon”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes.”

“You’re so cheesy.” you giggle. “Bye, Stevie”

“Bye, honey”

Steve opens the front door before you even have a chance to knock. He wastes no time pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Missed you, baby” he lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of finally having you in his arms. “Missed you, too.” you respond, burying your face in his shirt and inhaling the scent of his cologne.

Steve can’t believe how happy he feels right now to have you with him. He’s almost embarrassed at how tightly he’s holding you, scared that if he lets up even a little you’ll disappear.

“C’mon, let’s go inside” he grabs your hand, not letting go until you reach his bedroom. “So, I’ll, uh, let you get changed. If you still wanna go for a swim” he nervously scratches the back of his neck and you can’t help but grin about the fact he gets nervous around you.

“Of course I do. What else is the point of having a boyfriend with a pool?” your arms wrap around his neck and his hands fall to your waist. “So, that’s all I’m good for then, hm?”

“That, and all the free movies from family video.” you kid and he playfully rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute. I’m gonna get changed in the bathroom, then I’ll meet you out by the pool, kay?” he says and pecks your lips before exiting his bedroom.

Before changing, you take a moment to look around Steve’s room. You’d been in here many times, but usually only to sleep or steal borrow one of his shirts, and you’ve always been too tired to observe his bedroom.

The first thing you take notice of is the nightstand next to his side of the bed. His glasses that he refuses to wear in public lay on the stand out of their case, which you will gently remind him to put in the case when he isn’t wearing them.

“Baby, you gotta keep them in the case or they might break” you’d tell him, to which he’d reply “like that would be the worst thing in the world.” and honestly, it might just be the worst thing in the world. Not only does he need them, despite his protests, but he looks incredibly handsome in them. You also find it sweet that he’s comfortable enough to wear them around you.

Your heart grows about three sizes when you see the picture in the frame that he keeps next to his bed. The picture is the two of you at Robin’s birthday party. You’re both wearing goofy party hats and Steve’s cheeks are flushed due to the drinks he had that made him unbelievably lovey dovey (not that you’re complaining). You’re both smiling so big your cheeks hurt just from looking at it.

That was the night Steve asked you to officially be his girlfriend. You said yes, but kindly asked him if he’d ask again when he was sober. It was the first thing he did when he woke up the next morning.

In the bottom corner of the frame, there’s a polaroid of you he took a couple of weeks ago. He called you late, much like he did tonight, and asked if you wanted to go on a little adventure. You said yes without hesitation even though he gave you no context.

He took you to lovers lake, of course. You both jumped in the lake and quickly got out when you felt the freezing water, giggling all the way to shore. You laid on the ground while your clothes dried and looked at the stars. Steve insisted on taking a picture of you, saying he never wanted to forget how pretty you looked under the stars.

Setting down the picture frame, you realize you should probably change before Steve comes back and finds you snooping through his room. Not that he would mind.

You quickly change into a simple one piece that’s the color Steve loves you in and throw one of his shirts over the suit before heading downstairs.

Steve’s already in the pool once you get outside. He’s floating on his back, but he lifts his head once he hears you walking towards the pool.

“Hi, handsome. Don’t you look relaxed” you observe and sit on the edge of the pool. “Figured I’d get comfy since you were taking too long” he teases, swimming over to you and standing between your legs. “m’sorry. got distracted.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back so it’s out of his eyes. “You look so pretty right now” you say, still running your fingers through his hair. “Do you have a crush on me?” he dramatically gasps, causing you to laugh. “Maybe I do” you move your hand to cup his cheek and wipe off water droplets with your water droplets.

“Are you gonna join me or sit there and look pretty? I’m fine with either one” he says before pressing a kiss to your palm. “I’ll join you if we play marco polo” you jokingly bargain. “Only if I get to be polo” he counters. “You’re so on. Prepare to lose, Harrington.” you say before standing up to remove your t-shirt.

Steve lets out a whistle once your shirt is off and thrown onto a lounger. “You trying to kill me, honey?”

“What? This is, like, the most conservative bathing suit ever.” you chuckle. “You’d make a garbage bag look sexy, babe.”

“Whatever you say, loverboy.” you respond, sitting back on the edge of the pool and sliding into the water.

Once you’re within reach, Steve grabs your arm and pulls you close to him so that your chests are pressed up against each other. His arms wrap around your waist and your wrap around his shoulders, your hands linked together behind his neck.

His nose gently nudges yours before he finally kisses you over and over. The loving and soft brush of his lips over yours fills your stomach with butterflies. One of his hands slowly travels down until he reaches your butt, giving it a light squeeze and a small gasp escapes your lips.

“I thought” kiss “we were gonna” kiss “play” kiss “marco polo” you say in between kisses. Steve chuckles and slightly pulls back. “We can if you really want to” he responds.

“No” is all you say before capturing him in a breathtaking kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hands grasp the underneath of your thighs. His tongue glides into your mouth causing you to moan.

“Fuck, baby” Steve sighs into your mouth. “I wanna taste you” he confesses and you whimper. “yeah? you like the thought of me eating your pussy, sweet girl?”

“yes” you moan, absentmindedly grinding against Steves’ bulge, causing him to groan.

Steve carries you all the way to the side of the pull, encouraging you to sit on the side and you oblige quickly.

Steve uses his large hands to part your thighs and a smirk appears on his face once your legs are spread. “You’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you?” he looks up at you, still grinning like a devil. “uh-huh” you nod swiftly.

Steve presses a kiss to the side of each of your knees. He begins kissing up the inside of your thighs, occasionally nipping and sucking at the skin. You let out a shaky sigh in anticipation and your fingers thread through his hair, giving him a slight tug.

Once he’s reached the top of your thigh, he presses a kiss to your clothed core. “Steve, please” you plead and he doesn’t think he can make you wait a second longer.

He moves the part of the bathing suit covering your core to the side and licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. Your hand that isn’t in his hair grips the edge of the pool to keep you steady when his lips wrap around your clit and he starts to gently suck. “Fuck, Stevie” you moan just loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to alert any neighbours what you’re up to.

His hands hook onto your thighs with a harsh grip and you hope it leaves a mark.

His tongue toys with your clit at a slow, excruciating pace. He loves to tease you, loves to hear you beg for him. He knows it’s a little mean, but you just sound so pretty when you’re begging.

“Faster, please” you whine and that’s all he needed to hear.

Steve doesn’t hold back, sucking and licking your clit like a man starved. Steve’s tongue dips into your entrance and his nose nudges your bud. You throw your head back as you feel your orgasm approaching. You start to grind your pussy on his face, chasing that high you need so badly.

“I’m so close, baby” you groan in pleasure. Steve would know you’re close even if you didn’t tell him. Your breaths have shortened, the grind of your hips has gotten faster, and you have a death grip on his hair.

He doesn’t change his pace or do anything different because he knows you’re about to cum and he’s not going to do anything that would mess up hearing you scream his name as you cum for him.

“Steve, yes!” you scream, neighbours be damned. “I-I’m gonna- fuck- gonna-” you stammer, unable to speak as your orgasm washes over you. The pace of your hips still and Steve works you through your high, pulling away once he knows you’re satisfied.

You collapse onto your back as you catch your breath. Steve hops out of the pool and sits next to you, taking in how beautifully blissed out you look.

He can’t seem to think straight when you turn your head and look at him, giving a loopy smile. Love has been something that’s scared him since he was a teenager. Well, not exactly love, but the vulnerability that comes with being in love. When it comes to you, he’s never felt scared. He’s not afraid to give you his heart or show you sides of him that no one has ever seen, good or bad. Steve feels something with you he was sure only existed in movies and he can’t go another second without telling you.

“Hey” Steve whispers. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah. anything” you say and sit up, scooting closer to him. You grab his hand and give it a loving squeeze and he squeezes back.

“I love you. So much. Almost too much. It’s kinda crazy, actually. Like, I’m always thinking about you and wanna be with you all the time. I hope that doesn’t freak you out or anything, but, yeah, I just really fucking love you.”

“Steve…” you whisper, holding back happy tears “I really fucking love you too”

“Yeah?” he asks like it’s too good to be true. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my favorite person.” you say and he smiles so big his nose scrunches. “You’re my favorite person too. Just don’t tell Robin or she’ll kill me”

“Deal. Now, should we go up to your room so I can show you how much I love you?”

Steve’s never moved faster in his life, practically sprinting inside while dragging you with him.

You rode him for as long as you could until you had no strength left in your legs. After that, you both laid on your sides as Steve fucked you from behind, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, not stopping until sunlight began to stream through the bedroom window.

You eventually fell asleep with your limbs intertwined with his, needing every inch of your body touching his.

Even though he was exhausted from barely sleeping, he still kept his promise to make you pancakes with an extra side of kisses when you woke up. It’s easily the best meal you’ve ever had.

thank you for reading :)

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asumofwords · 8 months

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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Fighting, Aemond being an asshole, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, degradation, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Okay so, two things. I should preface this by telling you all that Harold Holt was an Australian Prime Minister who went swimming and never came back. It was assumed he drowned, or got eaten by sharks, or if you want to go with the more fun conspiracy theories, got abducted in a submarine. But to do a Harold Holt is basically to do a runner, no show, disappearance with no word, smoke bomb, etc. Hope you get it now lol. Secondly, the song Aemond is listening to is from one of my longtime fav bands who I got to see live! The song is ‘Kletka - Molchat Doma’ and its such a vibe, anyway, thanks for your patience on the update! Its a long ass chapter because I don't know how to stop.... Enjoy <3

Chapter 6: Lapse in Judgement

Waking up the next morning was something that you had dreaded the moment you ran and hid in your room, diving beneath your sheets as your heart raced and your core throbbed.

Your fingers had grazed your lips, sensitive from the bruising kiss he had pulled you into.

Fuck.

You had kissed Aemond.

And Aemond had kissed you.

You had felt the phantom feeling of his fingers on your core and had tossed and turned all night, desperately trying to ignore the heartbeat that settled between your thighs and the mounting anxiety that followed.

What would Helaena say?

When you woke that morning, the turning of your stomach began almost immediately, anxiety winding its way higher and higher, palms sweating, knowing that you would have to face the music and exit your room.

A small headache had formed behind your eyes from the alcohol, but it was barely noticeable in comparison to your racing thoughts. Or perhaps the cause for your headache was the conundrum you now found yourself in.

Note to self, no more Porn Star Martinis if a handsome and brooding man was in your apartment.

You dressed, and ran to the bathroom, noticing Aemond’s door was open.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror, there were bags beneath your eyes, and your hair a mess from tossing and turning all night. You paid careful attention to concealing the dark shadows and fixing your hair before you took a steady breath and exited the loo.

You expected Aemond to be gone for his morning run as he usually was, as the creature of habit he seemed to be, door open and all that, but nope, fate had other plans for you. Aemond stood, in his over six foot glory in the kitchen, mug in his hands as he looked out the window. He was dressed in his running gear, grey shirt today and his hair was down, cascading over his shoulders, strands tucked neatly behind his ears.

On your approach, he lifted his head to look at you.

You swallowed dryly, feet stumbling slightly against the floor boards as you made your way over, heat rising in your cheeks. You were mortified, and beyond that, ashamed.

Ashamed of who it was.

Ashamed of how you had acted.

Ashamed that it was Helaena’s brother.

And ashamed that you had liked it.

You had to tear your face away from his gaze, diverting your eyes to the floor as you made your way over, picking up the kettle to make yourself your morning tea. You didn’t greet him verbally, too unsure of what to do, and so you gave him a soft nod.

A sliding sound caught your attention.

You took your eyes from the sink, and beside you on the bench, Aemond had pushed with two knuckles a mug of tea towards you.

It was your favourite mug, and it looked like he had managed to make it perfectly.

You blinked up at him, putting the kettle back in its holder and reaching for the tea. Your fingers grazed over his momentarily, heart racing as you took the mug from him. Warmth spread through your chest and you swallowed.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed, picking up the mug to your lips, “I, uh,” You let out an awkward chuckle, “I think I had one too many martini’s last night.” Another awkward laugh, and then the words didn’t stop, Oh god, “Sara took me to this new bar, and it was so cool, it actually reminded me a bit of you. We had one drink aft-“

“-Don’t worry about it.” Aemond interrupted your anxious rambling, his cool gaze on you, face blank.

You nodded and sipped at the tea.

Your heart raced in your chest.

It was perfect.

“Thanks for the tea. And for dealing with me last night.” Another awkward laugh, you lifted the mug towards him.

Aemond hummed, looking away to sip at his coffee, the strong smell of the beans surrounding you.

You stood together in the quiet of the kitchen, awkward energy surrounding the both of you before he set down his empty mug. He stepped closer, his chest almost bushing yours. Your breath caught in your throat as his hand reached forward.

And then over you to turn on the sink, a small ‘excuse me’ falling from his lips as he rinsed his mug and placed it into the dishwasher.

Your cheeks felt hot and you sucked in a shaky breath.

Aemond didn’t speak another word, and turned away from you, heading towards the front door as he pulled out his AirPods and placed them in his ears. He disappeared down the hall, and the last thing you heard was the keys being pulled out of the dish, and the door opening and closing.

You let the breath you had been holding in out in one big gust. Hand moving to rub at your neck awkwardly.

What the fuck was that?

The day droned on as it would with Larys hovering over your shoulder as usual. It didn’t help that you had not heard a word from Gwayne Hightower, and were swamped with endless calls from investors and clients whom he had meetings with and didn’t show.

“Do you know where Gwayne is?” You leant over your desk, looking to the one next to yours, a solicitor names Jasper Wylde watching at you with steely eyes.

His curly hair shifted as he turned to face you, dark beard trimmed perfectly against his chin, “No clue. He may be at the magistrates office. Got a text from Tyland this morning saying that something went down at the case this morning.”

You sighed loudly, leaning back in your chair, “That’s the last thing we need. How come Tyland texted you and not me? I’ve got calls coming out of my ass from angry and disgruntled clients about Gwayne missing their meetings.”

Jasper shrugged, “You know what Tyland is like, useless at the best of times.”

You snorted and rolled back to your desk.

Jasper was nice, stiff, but nice.

He took his job very seriously, and Tyland Lannister often called him Ironrod as a joke. Though he was older and a complete professional, it didn’t stop him from sending an occasional flirty glance your way, or rise of his dark brows.

Recently divorced.

You knew he had had four wives, all ending in divorce, and multiple kids with each one. You didn’t know how he had the time to support them all, let alone spend time with them. But he did, and you had been surprised when you first started and saw the pictures pinned to his cubicle of all his kids.

There was, at the very least, ten.

Ironrod might be more fitting for something else.

By the time the day ended, you had slumped in your chair, sighing loudly as you packed away your things. You turned to look at Jasper who was still working.

He never followed the clock ‘off at five’ rule you had, and would often stay behind to get everything perfect.

A real stickler for law.

You walked to the train station and jumped on the next one that rolled slowly into the subway. On your way home, your anxiety flared again. You hadn’t even answered Helaena’s texts asking about how you were and how Aemond was. Each time your fingers hovered over the notification a wave of guilt would crash over you.

You didn’t even know how to respond to it. What could you say? ‘Everything is great! It’s super awkward, but so fine. By the way, did I mention that I almost let your brother take me against the kitchen bench? Haha, anyway, how are you?’

You shuddered at even the thought of telling her yet.

Stopping at the grocery store, you decided to pick up some things you knew you were running low on, as well as grabbing the ingredients you needed to make dinner with for the night.

What you hadn’t expected when you arrived home, was the smell of cooking food filling the apartment and the sound of sizzling vegetables coming from the stove, ‘Kletka - Molchat Doma’ streaming out of your speaker. You chucked your keys in the dish atop Aemond’s and kicked off your shoes, shuffling to the kitchen.

He stood facing the stove, hair pulled back in a low and messy bun, shorter strands tucked behind his ears.

The tall man had changed out of his running gear, and was in a black t-shirt and some black dickies cuffed at the bottom, large black Doc Martins tied tightly on his feet.

You watched as his shoulders spread, muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he cooked, the smell of spices filling the kitchen and lounge room.

It smelt so good that your mouth watered.

Aemond effortlessly flipped food in a pan, arm tight and tensed, veins visible on his pale skin as he worked. It was almost enchanting watching him cook, and your stomach did a flip as you gazed, warmth spreading into your gut.

“You going to stand and watch the whole time?”

You tensed, and sheepishly cleared your throat, “What are you cooking?” You walked over to stand next to him, his eye slipping to you from the corner of his eye as he continued to flip and stir the food.

“Dinner.”

You snorted, “I can see that.” You turned away and began to put your groceries and things away, opening the fridge to see that it was already full.

Aemond had gone grocery shopping.

“Do you eat meat?” He asked, chucking in some before you answered.

“Yea, I do.”

He hummed, flicking a finger out to turn the speaker down slightly so he could hear you better. He reached above him and pulled down two bowls, stirring the dinner again in the saucepan before he flicked it over into the two bowls.

He spun and gave you one, turning the speaker off.

Aemond made you dinner.

“Oh, thanks.” You uttered, taking the bowl from his hands before digging into the cutlery draw to pull out two forks.

Aemond hummed again, grabbing a fork from your hand as he turned the stove off and grabbed his own bowl, moving to the couch to eat. You followed after him, still in your work clothes and sat on the opposite end of the couch, feeling static energy between you both.

He flicked on the tv and began eating, dropping his phone on the table face down. You followed and began eating, watching some show about dragons and royalty.

The dinner was amazing.

You even groaned audibly as you ate.

Aemond was a good cook.

“This is amazing.” You complimented him, shoving another forkful into your mouth, flavour exploding on your tongue.

Aemond hummed in acknowledgement.

“Who taught you to cook like this?”

“Helaena.” He smiled.

“Of course she did.” You chuckled, feeling the tension between you begin to dissolve.

This was fine.

You could pretend nothing happened.

He totally didn't have you pressed against the kitchen bench with his finger on your cunt last night.

“How was work?” He turned his head to you, eye concentrated on your face, watching your reaction.

You groaned, “Shit. Gwayne did a Harold Holt and left me to clean up the mess.”

Aemond’s brows frowned, “Harold Holt?”

You flicked your hand in dismissal, “Australian Prime Minister. Anyway, absolute nightmare of a day, so thanks for dinner. I was thinking after I got groceries I would just come home and make some noodles.”

Aemond smirked, and your stomach fluttered at the sight, “I got groceries too.”

You smirked back, “I saw that. Thanks by the way. Great minds do think alike.”

The coffee table buzzed from Aemond’s phone, once, twice, three times in succession. You watched as a long arm reached out to press the silence button, dropping it back onto the table with a huff.

You polished off your dinner, watching the show together.

“Why doesn’t she just take her dragons to the castle and kill everyone?” You watched the silver haired woman on the screen and couldn’t help but think of the man beside you.

“That would mean she kills innocents and proves a point to her enemies that she is cruel like her father.” Aemond mused.

His phone buzzed again.

“But she’s proven that she’s not. If anything, she’s shown restraint and empathy.” You argued, before a large smirk wound on your face, “Now that I look at her, you guys look similar. You’re more brooding though.”

“Brooding again.” Aemond huffed a laugh and you followed.

“Brooding and a chef. You won’t get any complaints from me.” You paused tilting your head and nodded to the screen, “If I was her I’d just kill everyone.”

“Spoken like a true tyrant.”

“Tyrant of this apartment, and this apartment only. Maybe my office cubicle if my boss is being particularly slimy.”

Aemond hummed, “Larys giving you a hard time?”

You grimaced, “When does he not? I don’t know what your mum sees in him.” Aemond nodded in agreement, “At least I don’t work under Tyland Lannister, he would be a nightmare not even I could survive.”

The thought of working under your ex’s brother made your skin crawl, you didn’t even want to think about it.

The table vibrated again, and then again. Aemond snatched up his phone, pale brows frowning as he looked at the screen. His lips twitched and you watched any inkling of the good mood he had been in disappear.

He threw his phone down on the table with more force than needed, the sound causing you to flinch.

“Who’s that? Don’t tell me Aegon’s stuck in some sorority bathroom again.” You tried to lighten the mood, teasing tone in your voice.

Aemond’s cheek twitched and you watched as his hands flexed, “No one.” His voice came out almost like a growl.

You felt a pang of concern for him, “Are you ok?”

Aemond stood abruptly, grabbing his bowl and shoving his phone into his pocket roughly, “Drop it.”

You blinked up at him as he snatched your finished bowl and made his way to the kitchen.

Over the next two days Aemond avoided you completely, leaving early and coming home late, opting to either eat outside of the house or in his room. His avoidance of the apartment came at a great relief as well as a disappointment.

You were back to square one, and you had a sneaking suspicion that his mood came from either his ex or news of his father.

You had finally replied back to Helaena, shooting her an apology and then calling her after to tell her about work and see how she was doing. She sounded a bit shorter than usual, but she told you that being back with the family had been tense, and that her dad was not doing great.

You wished you could console her, hold her and let her cry, but you were stuck in the house with her brother and unable to go to her with the pile of work that was mounting on your desk.

When she had asked about Aemond, your heart had raced in your chest, anxiety peaking as you lied and told her that he was nice enough but rarely home. You didn’t tell her about your kiss in the kitchen, or how his hand had gone up your dress, and guilt ate away at you because of this.

You told yourself you would tell her, but not now. Not with everything else going on in her life. You couldn’t add another pile of flaming shit to the stress she was going through.

You would reap the consequences later.

After the third day had passed of Aemond avoidance of you, you found him in the kitchen that morning where you had found him on Monday, leant against the bench, coffee in hand, and a steaming mug of tea beside him.

An apology.

Or at least, one in his opinion.

He greeted you with a soft and rumbling ‘morning’ before he left to go on his run, leaving you with the tea. You stood leant against the bench and drank the brew that was perfectly steeped to your liking.

Helaena must have told him how you liked it, or maybe he taken a good guess. Either way, you were gladdened for his shite apology and drank it happily.

You went to work and made sure to politely chew Gwayne out with multiple ‘per my last email’s and flooded him with rebooked meetings that were back to back for him to chase up on. He had come to your desk, leaning against it as he watched you and explained the reason for his absence, all the while Jasper pretended to not be listening in.

Gwayne often tried to ‘connect’ with you on a more personal level, but he annoyed you more than anything. He had this air around him that screamed ‘Trad Wife Fantasy’ and you were definitely not one to entertain that. Misogyny seemed to be ripe in the Hightower circles.

When you had got home that evening, Aemond was not, and so you began to heat up leftovers from the night before.

The apartment had felt cold despite the warmth outside, and you realised that the aircon had been left on for likely the whole day. You turned it off, making a note to check it before you leave in the mornings, chucking on an oversized jumper before sitting down to eat.

You flicked on the tv to put a show on and zone out, needing to let your brain turn to mush after the long day, before finishing your meal and putting your dishes in the washer. You were curled up amongst the pillows with your jumper sleeves tucked over your hands when you heard keys be pushed into the door.

Aemond entered the apartment, long silver hair shifting against his back as he sauntered in. His eye dropped to you on the couch and gave you a small nod. You nodded back, greeting him with a small ‘hey’ before going back to watching the television.

Aemond moved about the kitchen to make himself dinner and you scrolled through your phone, wondering if you should reply to Cregan’s text asking if you wanted to go out drinking with him and the boys that weekend.

The couch dipped beside you, Aemond having sat in the centre of the couch, thigh brushing against yours.

“What’re you watching?” He asked, face turned to the tv.

You turned to look at Aemond’s, who’s attention was locked on the screen.

Everything about him was so severe. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the music he listened to, all way to how he interacted with others, and his features reflected it. His nose was long and sharp, and it matched his chin and jaw, his scar slicing through his eye to his cheek.

But his lips were different. They weren’t sharp like the rest of him, they were soft. So soft, and the way he had held you in the kitchen was softer than you had expected he would have been.

You had expected him to grip your neck roughly, whisper in your ear obscenities, shove you backwards into the shelves, and bend you over the bench to wrench your dress over your ass, and d-

His face turned to you as he asked you again, and you swallowed feeling heat rise in your cheeks, “Some show about a zombie apocalypse.” You answered.

Was it hot in here?

Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

Aemond hummed, lifting a long leg to cross over a knee, his thigh hovering above yours, as warmth from his body spread up through you, travelling straight to your gut.

He smelt good.

Spicy and dark, with a hint of cigarette hanging in the undertones.

Feeling suddenly warm, you gripped the underside of your jumper and lifted, pulling it up and over your head. Cool air met your stomach and chest, and you snapped a hand down to pull the shirt that had gotten caught in your jumper back over your skin.

Shit.

One arm after the other, you took the jumper off in a flustered set of movements, chucking it onto the arm of the couch as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks.

Ok.

He hadn’t said anything.

Clearly he hadn’t seen otherwise he would have said something. It was Aemond, he would have been snarky and sarcastic or chastising. It’s fine. So fine. Totally fine. Not as if you didn’t just flash him. Not at all.

Everything was fine.

You sat for a moment, adjusting yourself against the couch cushions, suddenly not being able to get comfortable, feeling a shyness spread through your chest. You breathed shallowly. A peak couldn’t hurt. You let your head turn slightly to look at Aemond.

His jaw was clenched, hand against his knee in a tight fist, small blush on his cheeks.

The couch vibrated and Aemond stiffened, this time not reaching to look at his phone.

Okay.

Maybe he had seen.

Fuck.

You stood awkwardly, grabbing the discarded jumper. Aemond looked up, watching you, chest rising and falling slowly beneath his shirt.

“Gonna have a shower,” You blurted, watching his silver lashes blink up at you, “Unless you want first dibs?”

Aemond shook his head and you moved away, walking straight to the bathroom.

Your stomach was full of butterflies as you made your way to the bathroom, stripping quickly to turn on the shower and let the water run cold, trying to cool the rising heat inside of you.

You spent ample time in there, goosebumps erupting on your skin as you attempted to ignore the way the man in your lounge room stoked a fire within you.

But no matter how hard you tried, it didn’t work.

You turned off the shower and stepped out, looking over at the towel rack to grab your towel to dry yourself.

Nothing.

Fuck.

On the back of the door was Helaena’s lilac silk robe, something she always wore when you would do a girls night in, face masks and hair care, and painted nails with your favourite movie, always Pride and Prejudice (2005 version), and a bottle of red. You grabbed the robe off the rack and threw it over your body, the silk clinging to your wet skin.

You swung the door open to run to the linen closet and grab yourself a new towel, running straight into a warm and broad chest. Hands steadied your shoulders as you stumbled backwards, eyes snapping up to meet Aemond’s gaze.

His fingers were tight around your arms, clenched into your flesh as he looked down at you. You swallowed, breathing heavily as your heart raced, the air between you charged.

“You can let go of me now.” You breathed, still in his grip as he looked at you.

His gaze darkened as his eye roamed down your body, and you felt heat brushing against your skin from it. Aemond’s gaze dropped further down still, hovering over your chest as he breathed heavily.

His fingers twitched and then skated down your arms to his side, raising goosebumps along your skin. He took a step back as you moved around him to open the linen cupboard, pulling down a towel.

From behind you could still feel his eye roaming over you, warmth sliding down your spine and into your gut. You gave him a small and shy smile before you stepped back into the bathroom, towel held against your chest.

Why was he staring at you like that?

You turned in the bathroom and caught your reflection in the mirror, you could now see why.

The thin lilac silk had stuck to your wet skin, becoming almost sheer, patches of the wet robe clinging to your curves, whilst the rest was dry and soft. The dark of your nipples were revealed against the soft material, and the curve of your breast was visible.

You blushed deeply, taking off the robe to hang it back the door to dry as you towelled yourself down, dressing into some comfortable pyjamas to get ready for bed.

Anxiety nipped at you again.

Gods.

Had you just flashed him twice in one day?

What was he going to think of you?

He probably thought you were doing it on purpose.

Deciding to go back out to the lounge room and swallow the embarrassment that sat heavily in the back of your throat, you trudged quietly into the room, Aemond sitting stiffly on the couch as he continued to watch the show that was still playing on the screen.

When you sat beside him, his head had turned slightly to look at you, eye taking in your now clothed form, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You tucked your legs beneath you and began to watch it, still feeling his gaze solely on you, and no longer paying attention to whatever was on the screen.

“Did anyone die?” You asked, not daring to turn your head to fully face him, knowing that you would lose all composure once you did.

“Don’t think so.” Aemond’s voice was low and gravelly and it made you shift on the cushion.

You made an awkward sound in the back of your throat, an attempt at a laugh, but it came out more like a whine, “That’s good then, I don’t want to miss anything important.”

Aemond huffed, “You could have paused it.”

His shift in demeanour caught you off guard, “But you were watching it.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Then how do you know if anyone died?”

“I don’t.”

You turned your face to look at him annoyed, “Then why say no-one died?”

Aemond lifted a brow at you, lips beginning to pull down, “I didn’t say that at all. I said I didn’t think so.”

“That implies you were paying attention.” You argued, feeling annoyed at his snarky attitude again.

Aemond dragged an irritated hand through his hair, “I don’t care about your stupid fucking show. If you didn’t want to miss something, then maybe you should have been smart and paused it.”

Your head reared back as you looked at him, his mood rapidly having soured, “What the fuck is your problem?”

The man let out a hollow laugh, “Fuck off.”

His phone vibrated in the couch cushions.

“No seriously dude. What is your deal? You’ve been on my dick ever since you moved in. I’m doing you a favour here.”

Anger flashed across the Targaryens face, his brows pulling down into a sneer as his scar crinkled across his cheek, “You think you’re doing me a favour?”

You were wrong, his lips could be sharp.

Buzz.

You turned on the couch to face him, “You’re the one who needed change. Who needed to leave Harrenhal and come back here. You took Helaena’s room so you could get settled and start fresh.”

“You don’t know anything about what I need.”

Buzz.

“You need to check your phone for a start, because whoever is messaging you is clearly desperate to get in touch. Maybe it’s Alys.”

The air in the room dropped, and Aemond’s face became stoney, as though he had pushed away all emotions to the back of his mind with cool practice. The way his posture had even changed looked as though he was on guard, ready to fight.

Regret flooded you as you looked at him.

You felt immediately terrible, having crossed a line that should never had been crossed. You knew his break up with Alys was bad, and their relationship was not great, and you had just rubbed that in his face.

“That was uncalled for, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” You apologised quietly, watching as his chest rose and fell jaggedly.

Aemond’s jaw was tensed, lips pursed together in a hard line as his eye narrowed on you, “Do you want to know what my problem is?” He leant forward, voice barely higher than a whisper.

You swallowed.

“My problem is that I live with someone who parades herself half naked around the apartment, and brings home men to fuck her loudly, all night, like a tart.”

You blanched, anger rising up your throat, “A tart? Wow.” Your voice dropped, “That's low. Even for you, Aemond.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough.” You sneered, standing from the couch to look down at him, “You have this ‘woe is me’ performance down to a T, when in reality you were born into a family of old money, not having to work a single day in your life, yet you still act as though you are downtrodden. You’re a spoilt, narcissistic asshole who looks down his purebred nose at people. You have more in common with Jason Lannister than you’d like to think.” You spun on your heel, anger bursting inside of you as you moved to storm away from the lounge room and into your bedroom.

Aemond’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist tightly as he began to stand, “Is that what you really think?”

“It’s what I know. You’ve so far treated me as lesser than the dirt on the bottom of your shoe. You’ve got some serious social deficiencies, Aemond. Did Daddy not hug you enough as a child?” You mocked, striking him where you knew it would hurt the most.

Fuck him.

Fuck being nice.

Arrogant, rich, prick.

Aemond straightened to his full height above you, looking down as he silently seethed. The air around you was charged, and the tension continued to mount as he watched you, eye locked on yours.

“Careful, bunny.”

“Stop fucking calling me that.”

“Why?” His voice dropped, “It’s what you like, isn’t it? Being called bunny, being treated rough. I could bend you over this couch right now and I bet you’d be soaked.”

Your eyes widened, breath stilling in your chest.

Aemond took another step forward, dropping your wrist, “I’m right aren’t I? You act out like this because you want to be put in your place. You want to be a brat so daddy will fuck you, don’t you?”

A chill ran down your spine as he loomed above you, “Don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes narrowing, “Fuck you.”

Aemond chuckled, “I bet you’d love that.” His hand moved swiftly, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, tingles rippling down your neck.

His hand kept going, brushing through your hair softly, before he gripped a large chunk harshly at the nape of your neck.

A shocked gasp fell from your lips.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

Defiant until the end.

“No?” His brows raised, “Then if I check, you wouldn’t be dripping right now, would you?”

You raised your head in false bravado, a blush creeping across your skin, standing as impossibly still as you could. Challenging him.

Aemond hummed, spinning you around by the grip on your hair, swiftly bending you over the arm of the couch. A cry fell from your lips as your hips and stomach collided with the edge, hands gripping the side to catch yourself.

Your heart was beating against your ribs as you shifted in anticipation, the heat of Aemond’s body loomed behind you as he bent over you, lips coming to beside your ear.

“Now, if I check, and you are wet, you’re in trouble.” He purred.

You squirmed, his hand tugging on your tendrils sending pleasure down your spine and straight to your core. He chuckled, and you whined again, feeling one of his large palms skate down your side agonisingly slow before he reached your pyjama bottoms.

Aemond’s long fingers dipped beneath the elastic and paused for a moment, as though he was giving you a second to say no. But you said nothing, eyes focused on the cushion in front of you as he tugged the shorts down in one swift yank.

Aemond tutted behind you, dragging one long finger to swipe through your folds. Your back arched as you whined, teasing pleasure rippling up through you.

You could feel how wet you were, and your thighs rubbed together in anticipation of what was to come.

He clicked his tongue at you, “You’re soaked.” Aemond’s hand left your core and you turned your head to look at him, watching as he brought the slick finger up to his lips to suck.

Your lips parted as your watched, his eye sliding shut as he licked his finger clean, humming.

“So sweet.” He cooed, “But I was right.” His voice lowered, and he loomed back over you, looking into your eye as his face hardened, “You’ve been such a brat tonight.”

You shook your head, tilting your hips back towards him, biting your lip as you looked at him. A smirk wound on his face as he watched you, hand moving back between your thighs where they instantly found your bud.

He pressed into it meanly, and a sharp cry fell from your lips.

“Shut up.” He hissed, diving two long fingers into your core with no warning.

Your eyes clenched shut as he immediately began to fuck his digits in and out of you, delicious stretch blooming within as the lewd sound of your wetness was all to be heard over your shallow breaths.

Aemond stayed bent over you, watching your face contort with pleasure as you tried to keep your moans inside, biting your lip roughly.

It was so hard.

Every drag of his fingers found the soft spongey spot within you with practised precision and without mercy, roughly pressing into it with each thrust of his hand, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine and heat to settle in your gut.

“So quiet now.” He teased, “Where’s that attitude gone?”

“Fuck you.” You grit through your teeth panting, eyes half lidded.

Aemond huffed, straightening up to his full height as his other hand pressed down on your lower back, pinning you to the couch arm. His hand began to fuck into you rapidly, slick leaking down your thighs as you writhed beneath his grip, coil beginning to tighten.

A broken moan fell erupted from your lips as the knuckles of his hand beat harshly against your clit, pain and pleasure being pulled through you in equal measure. The pain eventually being overridden by the euphoria that he was pulling from you.

Your walls tightened around his fingers and you felt him shift, the width of his other hand spreading widely across your back as he knelt behind you. You squeaked, trying to move, feeling suddenly shy, which earnt you a particularly harsh swat against the flesh of your ass.

“Stay still.” Aemond growled, and you did, feeling the warm of his breath at your core.

Your legs shook as his fingers were pulled from within, and you heard him lap at his digits once more, humming almost pornagraphically.

“Such a dirty, little girl. So wet and wanting for daddy, aren’t you? Such a slut.”

You mewled, hips shifting upwards, trying to take his fingers back inside of you.

You were so close, so fucking close.

Aemond leant forward, and dragged a wide stripe with his tongue up through your folds, humming as he moved, his sharp nose pressing into your backside.

“Fuck.” You whined, jolting forward.

Aemond’s hands grabbed your cheeks and spread them wide in a bruising grip before he dived between your folds, licking and sucking at your pearl with no abandon, your release coming closer and closer with every swipe of his skilled tongue.

He moaned as he lapped at your arousal, tongue dipping between your folds to collect it straight from the source. Aemond’s fingers dug into your flesh meanly as you whined, hips jerking backwards, chasing your release. He held you still, fucking you with his tongue as your climax hurtled towards you.

“Please.” You begged, fingers gripping the couch for dear life, knuckles going white.

Aemond paused and pulled back, “Please what?” He asked coyly.

You groaned, “Please make me cum.”

“But you don’t deserve that, do you? You’ve been a bitch all night, haven’t you?”

You whined, pushing your hips back as you felt him stand behind you again, “Not true.” You argued pathetically, “You were mean first.”

Aemond’s hand pulled your head back by your hair, eye boring into your own, “You haven’t seen mean at all, princess.”

His fingers pressed back into your walls, head still wrenched back painfully as he fucked his hand into you harder and faster than before, the coil within winding rapidly.

“Fuck. Fuck. Aemond, fuck.”

“Not my name.” He yanked on your hair, pain pulling at your scalp, “What’s my name?”

“Aemond.” You breathed jaggedly, last bit of cheekiness coming through.

His hand stilled inside of you, “No.”

You wriggled and whined, trying to push yourself back to fuck yourself on his fingers. His grip in your hair tightened again, preventing you from making any movements as he kept his fingers still.

A warning.

You swallowed the last of your pride, and whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Aemond cooed, his hand began to fuck into you again, thumb curling beneath to press into your bud and rub with every thrust, “Beg.”

You whined, biting your lips as pleasure began to mount, your release so close you could begin to feel the peak.

“Beg.” He growled again, thrusts getting harder.

“Please,” You sobbed out, “Please let me cum. Please let me cum, daddy.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He mocked, fucking his hand into you as fast as he could go.

The swirling of his thumb combined with his fingers moving rapidly, caused heat to bloom through your gut as your breath held in your chest. It was all too much, and the coil within wound pathetically fast as his skilled hand brought you to your peak.

“There you go.” He cooed from behind, feeling your walls clench around his digits, “Good girl.”

You came with a cry, hips pressing backwards into his hand as he fucked you through your climax, drawing out each and every inch of pleasure that he could. The room was filled with your moans and whines, the wet sound of your heat engulfing his fingers behind you.

Aemond slowed his thrusts down as you slumped against the arm of the couch, mind going fuzzy as pleasure coursed through your veins. Aemond removed his fingers carefully, wiping your slick on the inside of your thighs as you felt him look down at you.

Buzz.

You breathed heavily, lost in bliss as a small smile wound on your cheeks. You heard him chuckle behind you at the sight. Completely fucked out on the couch. And only with his hands and mouth.

Buzz.

“You gonna get that?” You sighed dreamily, pants still pushed down to your knees as lay slumped in a daze.

Buzz.

You turned your head to look at Aemond as he pulled out his phone in agitation, face scowling at the screen. You moved to sit on the arm of the couch, pulling your shorts up as you looked at him scrolling through his notifications.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, feeling concern at seeing his sudden change in nature, “Is it your dad?”

His cool gaze flicked to your face, and you felt the warmth that had once surrounded you grow cold. It was like he had flicked a switch, “How about you mind your own business.” He scowled.

You furrowed your brows at him, “Woah, relax. I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

Aemond scoffed, shoving his phone back into his back pocket, “Are you always this overbearing?”

You blanched.

What the fuck?

Buzz.

“What?” You said in disbelief, brows furrowing.

“Oh, please.” He growled angrily, “Making me dinner, asking after me all the time. If I had known you were that desperate-“

“-Desperate?”

A flash of regret washed over Aemond’s face. He sighed through his nose and stepped towards you, “Y/n, I-“

“Don’t.” You held a hand up, feeling tears begin to prickle at your eyes standing on shaky legs, “This was a mistake.”

Aemond’s face dropped.

The silver haired man sighed again, “If you would just l-“

“If you treated Alys half as bad as this, it’s no wonder she left you.” You snapped, watching as his jaw tensed, feeling an ache bloom in your chest, “You have no regard for anyone else but yourself, and what we just did was a lapse in my judgement. I thought that you-“ You paused and swallowed, not bothering to finish what you were going to say.

Aemond stood deathly still as you sped past him, not waiting for his response as you fled to your bedroom, slamming your door shut behind you. You crawled immediately into the sheets, tears finally falling from your eyes as you cried softly, turning onto your side to curl in on yourself.

You felt used.

If there was one thing that you knew, it was that Aemond was not a good person, no matter what Helaena said.

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tyunkus · 9 months

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all txt members r so cute, but i have them all stuck in my head in different ways like yeonjun fucking your throat while taking a video of you doing it just bc !! and soobin continuously sending you videos and photos of him cumming in ur panties bc u can’t please the poor boy as ur in public, and beomgyu being all tough but then acts oh so different in bed w whimpers and loud moans coming out of him, then taehyun .. i feel like taehyun would fuck you any place he could and when hes out in public w u he teases u like by rubbing his hand up and down your thigh, getting a little too close for comfort tho .. and when i think of kai i think of him trying to be gentle at the start but then has u moaning his name !! or umm .. kai being shy for his size even tho like damn thats the biggest uve seen wtff !!

AHHHHH u have the biggest brain ever anon (more under the cut!)

yeonjun who runs his hand through your hair while you suck him off and thinks to himself wow my girlfriend looks pretty fucking hot. casually taking his phone from the nightstand n starts recording you - youre a fucking vision like this, kneeling between his thighs, hands placed primly on your own while u suck him off T_T and yeonjuns fingers still threaded in your hair and he uses his gentle hold on your head to push you down further n further.. slowly breathing out these scratchy n pitchy moans, the sound of your throat constricting around his dick only riles him up even more

soobins so fucking insatiable ugh! what a needy pet always ruining your panties with his cum and hes not even ashamed, sends you visual evidence while ur out at work or running errands!!! shaky camerawork but you get the gist - soobin fucking his thick cock with his hand, letting out all these wobbly whimpers n pretty noises while he strokes himself to completion right on your pretty lace panties >:( hes so gonna get it later, acting like such a slut in your notifications, so many typos and choppy sentences cuz you know hes fucking himself silly while hes typing them

bratty beomgyu <3 such a pain during the day, teasing you and provoking you in all sorts of ways... sneaky hands drifting up your legs or his lovely lips pressed against your neck before he leaves a bite there..... but even if you scold him he doesnt care, just smirks at you and murmurs, "what're you gonna do about it, princess?" what you'll do is this - straddle his thighs and spread his legs all nice and pretty for you, leave him pretty much unable to move while you set your legs on top of his and start playing with his cock like hes just your plaything! see how he starts crying, so loud and messy, cant even talk properly, your dumb lil pet >:)

taehyun is such a horndog i swear you cannot have even a moment of peace with that man theres always something with him! whether its his hands sneaking up your thighs or his hot breath on your neck or his fingers sliding underneath your panties to cup your pussy taehyun is always up to no good, just loves to rile you up n overstep a line juuuust a little bit, cuz its fun and it always leads to him fucking you someplace where anyone could walk in - maybe with his fingers, from behind and underneath your skirt, or maybe on his cock, against a wall while he leaves marks all over ur pretty skin <3

hyuka trying and failing miserably to be a sweet considerate boyfriend because your tight lil cunt just feels too good :( dont be mad at him okay he cant help it, gets so lost in the feeling, eyes rolled back n head tipped back to expose his throat, you'd think he forgot about you but nope, he still has his clever fingers playing with ur clit :3 oh and seeing his cock for the first time GOD you know how the tips of his ears get red when hes embarrassed yeah he'd look so cute all flushed when you're on your knees in front of him, pumping his cock n telling him how you never thought hed be this big .. <333333

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #taehyun smut #huening kai smut #beomgyu smut #yeonjun smut #soobin smut

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oopwoop · 9 months

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Barbie Movie W/ The Spider-verse Kids

pairings: e!42! & e!1610! Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy

warnings: none that i can think of??

BIRTHDAY POST! I saw the Barbie movie for my bday today and had to post something.. it’s been a bit since I have so sorry about that.. enjoy!

e!1610 Miles Morales

more than willing to go see it with you. was downright excited when you asked him to see it with you. when he was younger he definitely played with Barbies with his mom. and in the comics he eventually has a little sister so he totally plays with her too.

pays for everything. uses the money he’s saved up to take you on dates. he wants you to have a good time

definitely cries. doesn’t have to go through the struggles the movie represents but still sympathizes. we love him 🫶

wears pink without you even asking. it’s a movie about Barbie, of course you need to wear pink!

fav song from the movie is Journey To The Real World by Tame Impala

e!42! Miles Morales

very reluctant to see it. claims it’ll just be a movie for little kids. little did he know…

now that you convinced him to go, don’t expect him to wear pink for it. you must be pulling his leg if you think he’s going to wear any sort of pink. yeah.. you got him to wear pink.

you bet your ass he paid for every single thing though. the theatre had cute Barbie cups? he’s getting you one. omg, they have cookies? getting you as many as you want. all of it. you want it, it’s yours.

definitely teared up but refused to admit it. you ask and he’s making up a lie on the spot. yet you know he did

Barbie World by Nicki & Ice Spice ft. Aqua is his song (no one is telling me otherwise)

Pavitr Prabhakar

more excited than you fr. he’s been waiting for this moment since the movie was announced. literally bouncing off walls just waiting

came all decked on in a Barbie themed outfit, it’s not even funny. he’s totally rocking it though

making this the best date of your life fr. you both are super excited, him even more so, so he’s gonna do whatever he can to have a good time.

cried like a baby fs. not ashamed of it either. tears were streaming down his face when the movie ended, face puffy and red. no lie about it.

vibes with Speed Drive by Charli XCX (fav song from the movie)

Gwen Stacy

wanted to see Oppenheimer over Barbie. but she’s willing to see Barbie and then go see Oppenheimer. she’s excited for it, yeah, but not jumping out of her seat for it or anything.

definitely making it a barbieheimer date. she’s gonna wear a pink shirt with a leather jacket, no doubt.

i feel like she’d tear up a bit but no tears would fall. if you ask she wouldn’t deny it but would be very nonchalant about it.

idk why but i just see her much more excited and wanting to see Oppenheimer

i feel like she like Billie Eilish so probably enjoyed What Was I Made For? she teared up when it came on (honestly me too)

Hobie Brown

surprisingly but not surprisingly is the one who said y’all should go. was definitely more excited for Barbie than Oppenheimer. refuses to step foot into a showing of that.

will definitely wear pink. it may not match his whole punk ‘aesthetic’ but he doesn’t believe in consistency. “but pink is a girl color”, nope! he doesn’t listen to that load of bull. colors are just colors, plus he’s always changing colors so what’s it matter to him. he himself turns pink sometimes.

begrudgingly pays for tickets but will not pay for snacks. sneaks them in fs.

doesn’t really cry but does sympathize with what the movie portrays.

doesn’t really have a favorite, though he enjoys most of the songs. he finds I’m Just Ken by Ryan Gosling funny though.

#Spotify #across the spiderverse #miles morales #fanfic #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #barbie #barbenheimer #barbie movie

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starfxkr · 3 months

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A THOUGHT! Stepbro!JJ teaching innocent reader how to kiss

Like he sucks on your tongue for the first time and you immediately get butterflies down there and he teaches you how to do the same for him.

omggg see here's the thing you're innocent but that doesn't mean you have no desires so imagine you approach him for it.

you corner him in the kitchen when nobody else is home-- he's just minding his business eating cereal when you slip net to him and just hit him with "jayj will you kiss me?"

he literally chokes, milk coming out his nose and everything but you aren't phased at all, just staring at him with those big doe eyes.

"you fuckin with me right now? because this feels like a trap." jj stares at you apprehensively, like he's waiting for the ball to drop.

"nope no trick," you wrap your arms around his waist smushing your face against him, "you said i can ask for anything so...now I'm asking." the smile on your face would seem diabolical if you weren't so guileless.

he adjusts his hat, ruffling his blonde hair and lets out a breath, "you're right..I did say that huh?"

one thing you can't say about jj is that he's a bad teacher...or a bad kisser. it's so overwhelming you almost regret asking because you can't breathe, he keeps having to pull back and remind you to do so.

he laid you down in your bed, saying it'd be more comfortable and now you're too comfortable, with a leg thrown around his hip.

he's not faring much better, each slide of his tongue against yours makes him want to groan, his hands locked around your hips to stabilize the both you you.

"hey relax i get i'm rockin your world right now but you're gonna pass out if you dont breathe." he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip and as if on instinct you suck on it, his breath hitches and he very quickly pulls it out, "woah babydoll, don't think we're ready for that one yet."

you look embarrassed, shrinking away from him "i'm sorry...was that wrong?" the throbbing between your legs tells you it wasn't, but you still feel ashamed for misreading him.

"mmm," jj makes a face like he's thinking before continuing, "not wrong, just not ready for that yet aight? got somethin else i can show you though."

your smile is back, giddy and eager to please, "like what?"

"stick out your tongue."

you do so tentatively and his mouth is back on yours--this time sucking on your tongue gently. the moan you let out could only be described as erotic, like you could melt into the mattress.

when he pulls back you wont even open your eyes, you just lay there panting.

"you okay lil bit?" he pinches your cheek gently to grab your attention

nodding, you practically gasp, "can i do that to you?"

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #stepbro!jj #juniebugg #tw stepcest

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ladymirdan · 2 months

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Me: “Do you remember what I said about Thousand Sons?”

My partner :“nope”

Me: “We hate them”

Them: “ok”

Me: “I read a book with a TS character called Ahriman, and I don't hate him and now I feel ashamed.”

Them: “I can hate him for you if it makes you feel better”

Me: “yes, please”

Them: “oh my god Ahriman sucks so much”

#40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer #thousand sons #azek ahriman #space marines #silly fandom banter

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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months

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North Star Series

NSFW Alphabet for George & Y/N

18+ only

~•~

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

George is the king of aftercare. And, while he insists on taking care of the cleanup, it's still very much a mutual activity. Showering together and taking turns washing each other. Cuddles, kissing, checking in with one another, especially if they tried something new or things got a little rough.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself - his arms. He's very protective of Y/N and loves how he can wrap them around her, cocooning her in his warmth and safety.

On Y/N - her hips. He adores the way they sway when she walks and how she knows exactly how to use them in bed to drive him absolutely crazy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

George, first and foremost, loves cumming inside her. But, he admits there is just something so satisfying about seeing Y/N covered in his seed.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It happened during the week George stayed with Y/N while she was sick with the flu. He's never told anyone about it, including Y/N. Despite knowing she wouldn't care, he's still too embarrassed and ashamed about the whole matter.

George had a nightly ritual of masturbating before going to sleep. During the week she was sick, he'd wait until Y/N was asleep, then slip off to the bathroom and take care of business. One night, he couldn't get away. She was asleep but had managed to wrap herself tightly around his arm, preventing him from moving without waking her up. After almost an hour of trying to ignore his raging hard-on, he slipped his hand beneath the covers and jacked himself off, then used his wand to quickly clean up the mess.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Both were virgins when they got together. It was a bit of trial and error in the beginning, but they spent a lot of time experimenting and exploring each other. It didn’t take long for them to learn how to make each other feel amazing.

F = Favorite Position

Any position that allows them to see each other's face. The only exception is 69.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

George can be a bit silly at first, but once things really get going, he's very focused on the task at hand.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

George will trim things occasionally, but since Y/N doesn't care either way, it's not a priority.

And yes, the carpet most definitely match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

They're both incredibly intimate during sex, even quickies, holding each other close, hands roaming over as much of one another's bodies as possible, deep passionate kisses...

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

They both masturbated daily before getting together. And while the frequency is less now, they still indulge and have incorporated it into their sex life, often enjoying mutual masturbation/showing off to one another.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

DIY Porn - It all started when Y/N was in the US, and they sent risqué moving photos to each other. Then George figured out how to rig the cameras to make very short films, and it just took off from there.

Praise kink - This is especially important for George. After feeling second-best for most of his life, he needs to know he's doing a good job.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In the warmer months the rooftop was their favorite. But once the weather cooled down and now with Death Eaters flying around at all hours of the day and night, the bedroom has taken the top spot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

"Everything Little Thing She Does is Magic." Seriously. It really doesn't take much to turn George on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. Nope. Not happening. George has had to share everything with Fred his entire life. Y/N is his and his alone.

Pain. Aside from a playful slap on Y/N's ass or the occasional love bite, neither have found inflicting or receiving pain as particularly arousing.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

They both love giving and receiving oral equally. That's why they enjoy 69ing so much. They will go for hours slowly teasing and pleasuring each other.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really just depends on the situation. If they're squeezing in a quickie, it's fast and hard. All other times George likes to draw it out as long as possible.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While they both prefer proper sex, they're certainly not adverse to the occasional quick romp. Usually, in her lab, during one of George’s breaks.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As far as experimentation goes, they'll try almost anything once.

George is definitely the riskier of the two, but he'd never force Y/N into a situation where she's uncomfortable.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

George can go for one, maybe two rounds. But he can last for HOURS.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

George had invented a few things for each of them to use while they were separated, but they rarely use them now that they're together again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

George loves to tease, but he can never maintain doing it for long. The side effect of getting Y/N riled up is that he gets himself riled up as well, and one thing leads to another very quickly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

George tends to be quiet in the beginning, with little moans and whimpers, but gets louder as he gets closer to his climax.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

They set their alarm an hour early every morning so they have time to start the day properly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures, or words)

Everything about this man is long and slender.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

There's no such thing as having too much sex. Right?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Once the aftercare is done and they're snuggled up in bed, it doesn't take long. A matter of minutes.

~•~

@milivanili99 @slytherclaw1978 @quackitysdrugdealer @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @fancy-pantaloons @samberriejams @totalwitch2 @aslanvez @mrsgweasley @morally-grey-obsessed @asuperconfusedgirl @hmisa11 @superduckmilkshake @junerprsh @wolfkill16 @kaysau2510 @planetkt @thankyouforanonymity @thatonepersonwhocantwrite @smallsweetvanillabean @themaraudersslut @hanne-montana @greenapplegrass @peachesgaeass @Yoursarahg

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem!reader #north star series #george weasley smut

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 4 months

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Hello, could i request the yandere accidently walking up to zhongli/albedo!reader when he's changing or bathing (I think he woulndn't really care if is the male yandere since they're both male) OR reader accidently doing something a bit nsfw but not realising it? Example of it like, Maybe he's stretching and make a unholy noise and it caught the attention of the yandere lol

Also sorry if this make you uncomfortable

𝙰:𝚗- 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜.

𝙰𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢? 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜?.

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢.

𝙰𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎, 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚊, 𝙺𝚘𝚞𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚣𝚊𝚔𝚒 , 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.

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𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢;

He eventually approaches your room as he notices your office room has been locked. Thankfully it was next to it.

"Sensei? Are you there? Sorry to bother but-" he paused as he took notice the door was unlock.

'Did sensei forget to close his doors?' Chuuya thought to himself as he was slight nervous.

'I never went inside his room will... It be rude if I went inside? I mean... Boss requested me to give Sensei those files...' As he slowly opens the door.

His eyes wandered around noticing not so spacious room. A single bed while the room colour was blue dark and brownish texture mixture.

He hesitantly walks inside as he approaches the table.

'I will just keep the file on his table...' Thought Chuuya as he heard the door of the bathroom click open alarming him.

In instinct, he uses his ability and levitate upside the closet.

There you stood with a blue light towel neatly rounded around your waist.

'Why am I hiding? And why does sensei look so- nope not thinking that...' Thought Chuuya sooking his head slightly.

His eyes trail down to your wet hair that drip droplets into your naked Shoulders.

Your eyes wander around in slight confusion yet approaches the closet which he attempt to hide.

His eyes could not sway away when you stood rummaging through your closet for clothes to wear.

He gulp nervously as he notices your formed as it was new to him to see even half part of your body.

As often you used coats and sort so...

His eyes trail down to your abs then to waist as he hesitantly look away flustered.

His breath hitch as he notices you wearing your shirt while letting out a groan of tired sound.

He couldn't help but feel ashamed that he was watching you dress up while he was quietly looking at you. Oh the audacity if you find out.

But for some reason he couldn't help but let his curiousity perk.

'What if sensei caught me? Will he send me out of the room? Unbothered?' He thought to himself yet quickly dismissed it and quietly levitiate to the door about to leave when door click.

"Huh?" Your attention went to him as he couldn't help but be flustered.

Eye to eye view is nothing compare from upside view.

Your e/c eyes with thin black pupils.

Your head tilt to right slight with confuse expression.

"Nakahara?"

"I-i was just... Um" he couldn't help but shutters as you approach him.

Unaware that you were still using the towel with now on shirt with few buttons still unbuttoned.

"Did you came just now? Did I forget to close my door?" You asked as he quickly nodded.

"Yeah... The boss wanted to give the files to you..." Said Chuuya handing the file to you as you outstretched your hand to take it.

The towel felt off to ground as Chuuya eyes quick were they took notice of it.

"Oh it felt pardo- Nakahara?" You called out as Chuuya's eyes never left staring at your private part.

"Nakahara?" You touch his shoulder alarming him as his face flustered red.

Before you ask what's wrong as you weren't bother by the shown. As Chuuya left leaving the door open as it quickly shut within few seconds.

You stood there holding the file in still confused manner.

Unaware of Chuuya's flustered face and oh boy he is never going to forget what he saw.

𝘙𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢

To be honest he was eventually going to visit you per say, for saving him more likely during the ship time. Where he fainted and... The kiss he is still flustered about. (The potion you gave but... Have to kiss him so that he could drink it).

*knock* *knock* Akutagawa knocks at your door but was not responded.

He hesistantly twist it as it seems to be unlock.

"L/n-sensei?" Called out Akutagawa as he walk into your room.

Looking around to see any sign of you.

The bathroom door opens alarming him as he hear you walk.

"Akutagawa? What brings you here?" You asked while, (similar to Chuuya situation).

His eyes flickered to yours but quickly gaze away.

"Pardon my intrusion... Sensei I should come later" said Akutagawa about to leave yet you raise your hand as a stopping manner.

"It is fine what is it?" You asked while a hand on your waist while the other on your wet hair.

Akutagawa side glance at you as he quickly look away slightly flustered.

"Its nothing Sensei, I should arrive later" said Akutagawa which you let out a sighed and approach him.

He could feel his heartbeat quicken as he took a step back in instincts.

"What is it? You don't often visit my room nor the office or in search of me, something must happen no?"

"We-well... I just wanted to thank you" said Akutagawa as he stared at you trying his best not to look anywhere else and only to your eyes which failed miserably.

Your eyes flickered to where he is looking.

"Or are you bother why I am half naked?"

"Um... No I just"

"That's fine, you should get used to it"

'Used to it?' Thought Akutagawa flustered with thoughts running to his mind as you let out a chuckle.

"I do... Not understand what you mean?"

"Well... There might be a time we will go sight seeing of sort or perhaps even hotsprings! And- Akutagawa? Oi?" You realised it too late as Akutagawa eyes were frozen with his face slowly becoming red as he seems to be really processing what you mean.

"Akutaga-" you paused as Akutagawa left without a word more likely run away.

One of your eyebrows raised a bit in curiosity and confusion.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Truthfully you didn't but... Akutagawa assume it wrong? Perhaps...so

...

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘖𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘪.

To be honest this man comes to your room unannounced and even if you make different lock he somehow make a spare key.

He is also the reason why you prefer staying your own house rather then the office.

But works overload leading you to stay overnight again.

As you eventually was tired from all the work that is finally done you took a bath.

Feeling refreshed you went to your room yet, your eyes took notice of certain ravenette with a blonde girl.

"Rintarou! Let's watch this!"

"Sure Elise-chan~!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Y/n-kun Elise-chan and I were just...-" he paused his words as he stare at you.

"Rintarou! Don't stare at Al-niisan like that!"

"Elise-chan as much as I want to look away but Y/n-kun how do you maintain such abs... when you don't go out much?" Said Mori as you gave him a frowning expression.

"Even if I stay at my office I don't often stay for days I go around researching can.. You just look away or even blink?" You said as he chuckle and gaze away.

With Elise snickering.

"Well... As I was saying Elise-chan I were planning to watch a movie but I think I will off my ability for some few hours with our adult sessions?" Said Mori with a smile as you gave him a disgusted look.

"Your disgusting"

"I wonder if you will say that while you and I do it together though I don't mind been degraded as I do have a kink for that"

You and Elise just stare at him with the most disapproved expression as Mori chuckles at both your reactions.

"Now~ now~ Y/n-kun I was just joki-"

Mori was kicked out of your room with Elise just beside him.

"Rintarou! You should keep your mouth shut next time! Al-niisan won't let us come to his room again! Because of you"

"Now... I wasn't the blame Y/n-kun eventually seduce me with his abs"

Elise gave him a disgusted look as Mori pouted.

"So unfair Elise-chan! Y/n-kun is good to be tease on!"

"Your only making it worse for yourself"

"Ehh??"

𝘒𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘖𝘻𝘢𝘬𝘪:.

To be honest she visit your office anytime she wants so it is no trouble for her to come to your spare room either.

Since you both are partners in crimes too so.

She casually came to your room to have a tea break with you more likely invite you.

She doesn't even bother knocking as she just flung the door open only to be sighted with you dressing yourself more likely about to while holding the shirt.

"..."

Both of you stare at each other in silence.

"Want some tea?" Asked Kouyou unfrazed by you been half naked and only with a towel covering your lower part.

"Sure I guess but I would request you to stay out for now"

"Hmm.. Have you started working out? How do you maintain it?" Said Kouyou ignoring your disappointed look with her teasing smile.

"Kouyou... we can talk about this later"

"Well I suppose... No wonder Chuuya was flustered seeing you half-naked last time" said Kouyou you just raised an eyebrow confused what she meant.

"Why would he be?"

"Don't know, Either way... Why don't you wear seomthing else? The blue dark shirt match you" said Kouyou smiling cheekily as you thought of yourself for a moment and nod.

"Alright but you seriously have to- " you couldn't help but sneezed out as Kouyou eyes widen as the towel felt down to ground.

Her eyes stare at it then at you with her face turning bright red.

"Pardon my instruision I have no time to be unholy" said Kouyou quickly leaving the room with you snivelling as you barely register what Kouyou said.

Kouyou was surely flustered yes she saw you half naked before and she try to be used to it but. She wasn't meant to see that part of yours.

She surely is flustered and muttering curses to herself to have quickly left instead of teasing you.

Both Chuuya and Kouyou were slightly Flustered when you had a tea time with them both.

As they both can't ignore what they saw the last time. And never would they able to ignore it.

And maybe even had a dirty thoughts for you.

𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪

It can be two ways of how he saw you.

One during his port mafia ways as he is unbothered well flustered but you only treat him as a younger siblings.

(Which he hate it).

And perhaps you eventually bath him to but not together.

He did saw you many of time half naked... And try to take a bath with you during younger days when he view you platonically too.

But oh boy. When he turn 18 around he tries his best not to act suspicious but he couldn't help but click a photo or two of you whenever he got the chance.

(But the phone got confiscated during his isolation in underground) either way he had fix it in his memories.

There is two scenarios.

One in port mafia everything is good between you both and he could let himself hug you without your shirt own as you at eunbother by his clingyness which Mori try to make You aware that Dazai is old enough not to hug you in that formed.

Which... You considered it (for the lost for Dazai).

Yet he still like you been around him and he often stay in that spare room of yours and make you stay too. Knowingly.

He ask you to sleep with him but you reject yet he was unbothered.

He often hug you and sleep on your lap while you work of sort. Or even on your couch hugging you as you watch tv right after a bath.

But...

He missed those times in ada.

You don't even let him meet you!.

And you don't missed him you said.

He was heartbroken by that word.

But... One time let just say.

He eventually come to Oda house as for recallation in rain.

As he took notice of the light he couldn't help but approach.

He wanted to asked the new in person if he or she have anything left regarding Oda the previous stay in person kept.

But only to see you open the door as his eyes widen in confusion.

Yet he let himself hugged you. It is your choice if you on your shield or not as it won't work for Dazai.

You let him in as it was raining.

Despite the cold outlook you eventually let him take a bath and even gave your spare clothes.

Well... He eventually cling himself to you when you eventually took a bath earlier.

He let himself comfortably play with your hair talking as if things are good within you both.

You were too tired to even talk to him or shut him out.

So he was enjoying himself clinging on your arms while watching movies of sort.

All you knew was he mention he got a heartbreak by a women so.. The least you could do was console him.

As Oda seems to does so for Dazai (which is half lie) also Dazai was your student so you let him stay over.

Yep. He isn't going to wake up early and surely will come back to disturb you even if you both are different organization.

Even if you lock him out he won't leave till you finally open the door.

He knows you can't ignore him. After all... You are kind enough to not let him stay the night outside which he take... Advantage of.

(Sorry Dazai one become a... Whole fluff thing either way.)

But in Beast au.

After you came back to Port Mafia after the deal. He let you have the privacy.

But one time he accidentally came to your room while changing.

Flustered was he as unlike the original he was considerate towards you.

Though you calmly talk to him and not shut him out.

But he couldn't ignore looking at your formed.

He surely wants to know how it feel to touch it but... He knows he have to be patient now.

Perhaps later in days you will let him or maybe someday his patient run out and he will touch your tone chest and-.

"Dazai?"

"Ah... nothing Sensei! I was just wondering if you want to sleep with me tonight?"

"No"

"...alright" Dazai couldnt wait the time when you become like how you act around in original au. For now he have to be considerate to your cold distant look.

Someday... you will look at him with love and affections won't you?.

A:n- that's all! Good day night to all!

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igotanidea · 5 months

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Christmas party: Aaron Hotchner x reader

christmas bingo day 2 : christmas party

***

Third annual BAU Christmas party was supposed to be the most important thus far.

Partially because Y/N could not attend previous two, due to her shot injury in year one and some family matters in year two.

But the other reason why it was so crucial, was that she was going to go with Hotch. And not just as BAU colleagues and team mates.

No.

They were going as couple, though Hotch with his reserved persona and everything that happened in his love life before, was fairly reluctant to use this tag to describe them.

And Y/N understood this perfectly.

But Hotch’s harshness and skin deep coldness was not going to take away her excitement and holiday spirit.

Especially not after the little shopping spree with Emily, JJ and Penelope.

Y/N found just the right dress, fitting her body like a glove and was trying it one once again in the peacefulness of the house spinning around in front of the mirror, admiring how good it lied down, when a single sound of throat clearing threw her back to reality.

„Haley is sick.” Hotch said as if that was explaining everything. He had his signature unreadable expression and slight frown on the face, but for a second even the chief of the BAU couldn’t cover the tiniest glint in his eyes as he noticed Y/N’s new purchase.

„Hm. Okay....” she muttered in response. She really didn’t like it when Aaron mentioned his ex-wife. „Thanks for the information, but I think you missed steps 1-5 of why does this concern me.”

Maybe it was a bit heartless and cruel of her to say it, but truly no one could blame her for getting a bit possessive and jealous. After all, Haley was the woman he had a son with - oh wait, a son. All of a sudden she realised what this was about and looked at Hotch with poorly hidden disappointment in her eyes.

„I have to take care of Jack.” he just said and she filled in the rest.

They were not going to go.

She opened her mouth and closed them almost instantly. There were so many ideas in her head of how to remedy this sudden emergency. Jack’s grandparents, who would most definitely love to have the little boy over for a few hours. A babysitter. A night kindergarten. Or maybe they could left Jack sleeping through the night hoping he would not wake? Besides, was Hayley really so sick that she couldn’t have her son around her? Maybe she was just doing this on purpose cause she wanted Hotch back in her life, despite being the one to divorce him? There must have been a way for Aaron to still attend the banquet...

And that’s when it hit her.

She was being a terrible person having thoughts like that.

Jack was just a little boy, not a bargaining chip. And trying to come up with a plan to get rid of him (in some way,even if just temporarily) was straightforward cruel and completely heartless. Honestly, at this point Y/N was ashamed of herself and of putting her own needs and wishes to show off as couple before standing by Hotch’s side.

„Y/N.” he said again with that deep, calm voice letting her know that he already analised her behaviour and face expression enough to know what was going on in her head.

„I’m sorry...” she muttered

„I can’t go the Christmas party.” he stated

„Oh, cause you wanted to attend it so much, right?” she rolled her eyes and chuckled causing him to lift the right corner of his mouth.

„But you wanted to.”

„Doesn’t matter.” she shook her head „three time’s the charm, maybe next year I’ll have more luck to actually get drunk and make a scene legitimately.”

„Y/N. You can still go by -”

„Nope. Not a word Hotch. Not going without you. We’re a team remember. Not just as work. Not leaving you. Besides, I got a feeling it’s time for me to properly meet your son, don’t you think?”

***

Hotch didn’t say a word of objection and even though he never showed it, he was melting (inside) watching Y/N playing with Jack next to the Christmas tree. They were both splayed on the warm blanket on the floor, their happy faced illuminated by the Christmas light making them look like home. And when they both fell asleep on the couch, Jack holding onto Y/N with his little fingers wrapped around her midsection Hotch was pretty convinced that no fancy party could be better than this view in front of his eyes,

@somest1

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #hotch x reader #christmas bingo

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oflights · 19 days

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wip snip 5.1

i've been tagged a bunch of times over the past few weeks to post wip snips and only had the last few chapters of star splitter to post, so i bailed. i finally have something new to preview!! have a bit of the gilmore girls fic, still in progress. 🥰

Just about 8 years ago, the bell over the doorframe jingled violently as Draco Malfoy threw the door open and swept in, already talking. “Bloody hell, that snow is abominable,” he was saying. He hefted a bundled, starfish-shaped form that would turn out to be a toddler by his hip, a pram scooting behind them and leaving a wet trail on Harry’s floor. With a flick of his wrist, the pram had folded up and nestled in the corner of the dining area, dripping there ignored, as Draco descended upon the counter much the same as he did almost every day.

“You, there—please tell me this place has something warm to—” And then Draco froze, because back then he had not done this every day; this was the first time, and more specifically the first time he had seen Harry Potter in the flesh since their eighth year of Hogwarts.

“Malfoy,” Harry had said, eyeing the puffy bundle warily. He didn’t know it was a toddler then; every bit of Scorpius was covered up and radiating Warming Charms. In hindsight, he was probably sweating, but Harry was to later learn that Scorpius had been a quite agreeable child until he learned to read—an apparent mistake that Draco despairs of having made a few times a week—and he made no complaints even dropped onto a stool as he was, propped up against his father.

“What are you doing here?” Draco, then Malfoy, had demanded. He looked utterly thrown and somehow offended, as if Harry’s existence in his own place of business was a grave insult to him.

“This is my place,” Harry said, and then as an instinctive response to Draco’s disbelieving scoff, he added, “I own it.” He’d hoped Draco would pick up on the implied threat—don’t be an arse or I’ll kick you out.

...

“This place is called Al’s,” Draco said accusingly. “You’re not Al.”

“Nope, I’m not. I’m Harry.” When Draco stared at him, Harry clarified, “Harry Potter.”

“I know you’re—who is Al, then?” Draco went pale beneath his winter flush. “Wait. Did you name this place after—Dumbledore?” He whispered the name as if ashamed, and Harry supposed that was about right, though it garnered him little sympathy.

Harry let that dread sit on Draco’s face for a few moments before he said, “No, it was already called Al’s when I bought it. Didn’t feel like changing the name.” He had changed everything else about it, though, spending one exhausting summer converting it from a pub no one really liked to go to anymore to a greasy spoon that people liked much more.

...

Harry had not opened this place and kept it open so he could be insulted and bullied; he was long past the time in his life when he would accept that, especially from the likes of Draco Malfoy. And so he opened his mouth once again to tell Draco to get out—ignoring all the questions he had for him, like what he was doing in this town, out in the snowstorm, carrying some sort of doll, maybe?

Before he could say so, and even before Draco could interrupt, the doll made a noise that made Harry startle and drop the rag he’d been wiping down the counter with. The doll made another noise, reached out, and grabbed the rag.

“Mine!” the doll said, lifting its head until a nose poked out of its bundling. That was when Harry realized that what Draco had set down on the stool was a toddler.

“Not yours,” Draco said as Harry tried to process this. “Let it go, Scorpius, it’s disgusting!”

“Oh,” said Scorpius, in a very wobbly sort of voice. His head tipped up so much that Harry could now see wide eyes, which were a complex hazel shade that made him really start to wonder what Draco was doing with a toddler. Said eyes were glistening slightly, and to accompany the look, Scorpius said, “Okay,” in the saddest little voice Harry had ever heard. He dropped the rag back on the counter; he could barely move his arm in his heavy, puffy coat.

“He can have it,” Harry said quickly; he grabbed up the rag and tried to hand it back, unable to deal with that stricken face.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry wip #wip snip #oflights #gilmore girls au #tbh it's not a proper AU it's just borrowing the gilmore girls setup #each chapter (there are four) will cover a season in a year + flashbacks to past seasons and i am done with winter 🎉

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berriblossom · 9 months

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Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader |Suggestive stuff, sex but not very descriptive, fluff, lazy evenings with the General. mentions of marriage, and cooking lessons.

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Jing Yuan was a well-received man among the Xianzhou Luofu, not only as the general within the seat of Divine Foresight but also as the general of the Cloud Knights, and a beloved one at that. But even with the dozing general's behavior within the past few weeks despite his occasional need to rest his eyes, some of his dear soldiers found him a bit off.

The general seems out of it, even more than usual. His eyes would drift off, his voice would sound as if he was hardly present, and his sleeping habits? Usually, it was a few naps here and there, but the Divine Commissioner Fu Xuan pondered if the general was going senile. He would completely knock out on his desk, barely speak, and only mumble about needing to head to the market about something.

Was he trying to prepare a feast? When Fu Xuan asked Yanqing the general's junior, "What in the world is going on with the general? He is needed immediately for some reports and a few details about the Xianzhou!" The sage mirrored Yanqings already confused face. "I don't know where he is.." Yanqing offered with a shrug. The poor boy didn't know either. Where was Ying Juan?

....

"Now add more water. Not that much!" You semi-shouted. Jing Yuan faulted his movements and stopped adding the water from the pitcher. You checked the large pan to see if the mixture was too diluted or not enough. Taking the wooden spoon you tasted it a little more. "Add some more chilies and some more salt." The general listened to your command accordingly and added a few more grounded chilies and a pinch of salt. You sprinkled some sugar into the tomato-based mixture. Giving it a taste some more, you handed the spoon off to Jing Yuan.

With a satisfied grin and lick of his lips a signature grin formed on the lips of Jing Yuan. "Is this is? Do we add the eggs now?" The excitement bounced off him and made you smile back too. Shakshuka isn't a fairly hard recipe, but it's somewhat new to the people of Xianzhou. You handed him three large eggs and let him crack them into the pan. Letting the egg whites warm and finally cook to a good temperature you quickly set the table and prepare some plates and other sides made earlier.

Jing Yuan smirked as your eyes lit up as you congratulated him on successfully creating another dish. It wasn't that he couldn't cook, he was partially and ok-cook. However, your family has owned a restaurant within the ship and it was becoming popular due to the somewhat foreign dishes presented to it. So much as so, the General of the Cloud Knights asked you to personally cook for him more often. Was this his way to get an excuse to see you more often rather than the beautiful women behind the counter of one of his favorite new places to eat? Yes. Yes, it was. Was he ashamed? Nope.

However, when you instead asked if you could teach him to cook some of the dishes since he was so adamant about eating your food. So badly you felt like he needed to learn how to cook. Hence how the deal was formed. Jing Yuan would spend a pretty penny on getting some ingredients that he had to hunt for on the Luofou, including certain spices, herbs, and even certain types of milk. Every night he would welcome you into his home and fill his kitchen with all the ingredients on the list you would send him. In return, you'd teach him and even let him have some recipe cards or coupons for your family's restaurant. Plus he got to spend more time with you. But night after night and lesson after lesson, Jing Yuan didn't want to let you go.

Each time you'd hold him tight and compliment him on his growing skills or your star-like eyes when you'd taste his newly refined dishes was enough to make the general feel a lovesick grin on his lips. The nights he wanted to ask you to stay a little longer, to taste more of the food he wanted to give you. He wanted you to hold him close again, smile at him with those lips he wanted to taste the food off from. To taste you fully was a wish he buried within his chest and mind every night when you two would bid farewell until the next evening. For nights he would lay awake and wish you were next to him. His heart couldn't;t take it every time you'd smile, or how when you want to know something is too hot, you'll stick your tongue out like a cute puppy.

Speaking of animals, Mimi loved you! You'd spend a good thirty minutes just relaxing and cuddling Mimi, Jing Yuan from his kitchen would peak out and check on the two of you. At first, you feared the lion but the moment you realized she was similar to her owner in a more special way. It was keen that the two of you would be close. Which was a win in Jing Yuan's book. The times you'd gather at the table with him, handing her some food specially made for her (cat food but make it for lions oml), Jing Yuan didn't think of a more perfect situation with the two of you.

This night after the shakshuka was finished, Jing Yuan helped you make the table and set the table again, but this time he felt it would be the last time. The tone of the evening wasn't as light or as airy as before. This time he could sense a bit of sadness behind your smiles, a bit of anxiety behind your voice. Tonight it would be the two of you again, Mimi was off in her own world with her bowl of food, but even when you greeted her it was different. You sat down beside the general and begin eating the portions he served you, his eyes watched you analytically. He was trying to figure out what was on your mind.

Why not ask, then?

"Something wrong with the food dear?" The nickname came out of habit, more so than Jing Yuan would want to say. You shook your head quickly, and you snapped out of your somewhat of a daze. "No, not at all, I just..ah.." You looked around trying to avoid his golden gaze. A large warm hand held yours gently.

"Hey, [Name]..darling look at me. What's wrong?" He leaned forward a little and tried to use his other hand to direct your chin to face him. Your eyes met, Jing Yuan's eyes were full of life but seemed drained. Making you feel a bit more guilty. While the general was beyond enthralled with your eyes. The color was something he could see a thousand times but yet on you, as your eyes...it was the most beautiful color. To him, it was a work of art, an artist full of life perfectly and personally colored them, full of shape and raw natural beauty. Your lips pulled into a frown as you answered him finally.

"I just feel guilty, you seem a little more distracted lately because of the little lessons and such...plus your sleep is being thrown off because of how late I come by and I don't want you sacrificing sleep or your position.." You were silenced when Jing Yuan's chuckle sounded through the space. (Mimi's small snores also combated that, but let's not ruin the moment)

Jing Yuan took in a breath. Both his hands were now holding your face in place, and his soft smile bloomed against the light of the dining area lamp. The warm colors of his eyes were like little stars waiting for you to make a wish on them.

"You are in no way a bother to me, my job, or my sleep. Matter you make them seem better. I was the one who asked you to cook for me personally. You had more reason to teach me to cook those dishes. Your laughter, voice, and smile make me want to spend all the hours of the night with you. Every night, as of fact."

Jing Yuan, for that time, didn't care really about anything other than your smile. He wanted to know what you wanted of him so he could give it to you. "Please let me indulge a little for tonight...my dear?"

The warm, strong hands held you close as he felt your body press with his. The shakshuka? Forgotten on the table. The stove was off, and the food could get cold, but right now, he wanted to taste, feel, and bring life in your warmth. Your lips connected first as a small peck, a little easy test for what was to come. Then the kisses became more hungry, groans, moans, and the daring touches of his hands moving any which way you wanted them to.

Jing Yuan kissed along your face, down your jaw and neck. His hands slipped underneath your shirt and held the skin of your abdomen and stomach against his sturdy frame. His eyes focused on you, and you only.

When you whispered his name as a pleas for him to continue he corrected you once.

"For tonight and hopefully for every night beyond this, call me Jing Yuan, not general. This time I'm not here for the lesson but for you. My dear, let me get a single taste of you and your love along with mine."

Guiding you beyond the table and into a different room, Jing Yuan layed you down along the bed, his sheets were soft and warm, his hands were a contrast due to the rough nature they were accustomed to. But his touch on you was gentle.

Throughout the night, your moans, his words of love, and admiration gave a bloom of love. Within Xianzhou, the people live beyond what would be considered normal, so marriages were scarce, but at this moment he wanted, no needed you to be his. Every morning to have you by him, with your presence, and every night, he would hold you tenderly while he slept at peace.

"Please, my dear [name]! please stay a little longer with me. Just a bit..."

He would groan into your ears, his voice velvety and his words sweet as honey. Food aside, he wanted to have this course again and again until the time finally came for it to end. But for tonight, and so forth until that day comes, you are his, he will forever be yours.

AN: Sorry, this was a long one oof.

#xoxokuki #xoxokuki💜#xoxo💜#kuki's writing #xokuki blog #xokuki writes #hsr fluff #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail #honkai jing yuan #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #Jing Yuan x you #Jing Yuan fluff #lovekuki💜#doozing general

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Girlllll that stranger texting part two was 🫠🫠🫠🫠 can’t even put it into words. Please give us part 3😫

iFall for Harry pt. 3

“…hello?”

“Hi.”

One word. That’s all he has to say and instantly, you feel your face grow hot.

You don’t know what you expected him to sound like. Truthfully, you hadn’t gotten that far. But this one word alone already has you on edge.

You swallow the massive lump in your throat, forcing your confidence as you straighten up on the couch. “So…how’s your heart doing, Grandpa?”

He laughs.

God, he laughs, and the sound of it rolling through the speakers makes your legs about shake. It’s deep. Yet somehow warm, and you feel as though you’ve won some sort of lottery for making him laugh like that.

“It’s bad. I’m in real bad shape,” he teases back, giving you a chance to hear his accent in full.

Of course he has a sexy fucking accent. “I’ll make sure to have Life Alert on standby.”

Another laugh, and you start to smile. “Thank you, I’d really appreciate that.”

Now, your head tilts. There’s something on his side of the call that’s throwing you off. It sounds like some sort of…echo? Far away and hollow, and you can’t tell if it’s just your shitty cellphone or if there’s something wrong.

“Are…where are you?” you ask, suddenly worried he was dumb enough to take this call during his meeting.

If he was in fact in a meeting at all.

“Bathroom,” is all he says, and there’s a certain airiness to his voice. “Wasn’t, uh…wasn’t gonna make it much longer without calming down.”

Calming down? Calming down from wha—

…oh.

“Ah,” you whisper, suddenly a tad nervous as you’re reminded of why he wanted to call in the first place. “My bad.”

He chuckles again, and you chew on the inside of your cheek. God, why does his laugh sound so…pretty?

“Trust me, there are worse ways to go.” There’s a bit of shuffling on his end and you wonder what he’s doing. “All right, Cheese Girl. Let’s hear it. Tell me about yourself.”

Your eyebrows lift. “You…uh…okay? I’m…I’m twenty-six…I work in marketing…and I can make a mean quesadilla.”

You can almost hear him smile. “Wow, I…you know what? That actually all checks out.”

“Well, thank God,” you retort with a grin. “Okay, your turn.”

“My turn,” he repeats as he seems to think. “Well, you already know I’m twenty-nine…uh, I work in entertainment, and…I make really good soup.”

“Soup, huh?” Your smirk as you settle back into the cushions. “And…entertainment? Like…like what kind of entertainment?”

There’s a pause before he says, “Oh, you know. Like…people pay me to…perform.”

You blink. “Perform? They…oh. Like, they…okay. That’s…well that’s…hey, you gotta make a living somehow. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, head shaking in an attempt to clear your rambling. You suppose that’s not…the worst job he could have. Although it does explain…a lot.

“Oh, you think I…uh, yeah. No, yeah. That’s…what I do.” He clears his throat. “Yeah, well…now you know I’m not some loser in his mom’s basement.”

You smirk. “And I am not some ninety-year-old man.”

“Well, you don’t sound like a ninety-year-old man, but your personality says otherwise.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Gramps,” you retort. “All right, well then what do I sound like?”

Again, there’s a moment of silence followed but a tad more shifting. “Uh…honestly? Kind of fucking hot.”

Instantly, your cheeks flush and you look up at the ceiling as if to avoid him somehow. For fuck’s sake, say something. “Well…that was nice. Thanks. So do…you.”

…smooth.

He exhales an amused breath. “Thanks.”

The call grows quiet as you pick at a loose string on your pants. “So…is that all you wanted to call for? Just to…make sure we are who we say we are?”

You hear him suck in a quiet breath. “…do you think that’s all I called for?”

Nope. “I don’t know. I mean…exchanging a couple of fun facts doesn’t exactly make us friends. We’re still…strangers, you know? And maybe you’re not some pre-pubescent loser playing video games, but I still don’t know you. And you don’t know me.”

“I want to,” he says, so simply and so sure that it makes your lashes flutter. “I mean, I kind of feel like I already do. I know you make really bad jokes. And I know you must be smart to be in marketing. And I know that you gave me a fucking boner.”

You pull your lip between your teeth and bite back a laugh. “Well, that’s really all there is to know about me, anyway.”

He hums. “And…I know we could probably save ourselves a lot of trouble by just…saying who we really are, but…I kind of like it like this. I like that it’s not about who we are to the outside world…but about who we are to each other.”

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “No matter what we look like or what we do…it’s just…us.”

“Yeah…”

The thought does occur to you then. In fact, all of the thoughts occur to you. Talking to him on the phone doesn’t just erase the possibility of the truth. And there are so many possibilities.

Like…what if he thinks you’re ugly? What if you think he’s ugly? What if he really is some loser you can’t trust? What if he’s disappointed by who you really are?

The truth is you can’t trust what you can’t see.

And yet…you trust him.

And you don’t know why.

“Well…what else do you want to know, then?” you murmur, and he takes a breath. “I’m an open book.”

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I mean, I could always ask you what you’re wearing again but I believe we already established that you’re wearing clothes.”

You smile. “A tank top and sweatpants.”

He goes quiet. “…oh. That’s…okay.”

“Problem?”

“No, just…now I have a mental picture. And it’s…nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Again with the throat clearing.

Your eyes roll playfully. “How’s that boner doing?”

“Not good. Not good at all, actually. It won’t go away, so…I don’t believe I will be returning to that meeting.”

You can’t contain the amused expression on your face as you prepare yourself to ask the question you know you can come back from.

“Would you like some help with that?”

Faintly, you hear him curse, and it makes your ego soar. “Uh…I mean. You know, I don’t wanna put you out, or anything. I can…I’ve done this before, so I can just—”

“Oh, come on now,” you purr, doing your best to weave some seduction into your voice. “That wouldn’t be fair, would it? I mean, you called me…got me all worked up…and now you wanna do it yourself?”

“Fuck.” More shifting. “Don’t…easy over there, okay? I didn’t…I didn’t actually call for that, I just…I wanted…you know, I wanted us to get to know—”

“I know,” you say quickly. “I know, but…I don’t mind.”

He takes a deep breath. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

“Shit, okay…well, I have one condition.”

“Oh?”

A longer pause this time as your heart begins to race.

And just before you can burst, the rough cadence of his voice rumbles through your speaker:

“I don’t come alone.”

Your eyes widen. “I see.”

Thank God.

“Yeah,” he murmurs before you hear the distinct sound of a belt. “So put the phone down somewhere close, ’cause I’m gonna need both your hands.”

Fuck. “Okay…”

“And I think maybe we play a little game,” he continues before you hear his belt. “You wanted to get to know each other, right? Well, I can’t think of a better way, so I’ll make you another deal. For every secret you tell me about yourself…I’ll tell you exactly what to do with those pretty fingers.”

You’ve gotta be fucking—

“No secrets? No touching,” he says. “And vice versa. You ask me anything you wanna know…and I’ll give it to you.”

Your chest is heaving as soft pants slip between your lips.

Sure, the premise is rather juvenile but his voice…his fucking voice is like sex, and you find yourself quickly falling into a lust-induced haze.

“Do we have a deal?” he whispers, and your thighs squeeze together.

“Yes,” you just about whine. “Yes, that’s…that’s fair.”

“Good,” he hums as your eyes fall shut. “Are you ready?”

Your voice is small and weak as you nod feebly. “Yes.”

“Then let’s get started.”