#happy birthday to our spicy boi
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summary: follow along with joe and his fiance evie as they go through his football career.
*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*
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evie
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evie: and so it all begins again.. first GAME DEY of year 3. let’s go jb. 🧡🤍
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user: i love your boyfriend.. im sorry.
> evie: what’s not to love?
user: i am green with envy
joeyb_9: i lack the vocabulary to describe you..
> evie: i freaking love you joey.
user: here we go again, get ready for ev’s feed to be football for the next 6 months 🙄
> user: i don’t know how people are still annoyed by this just unfollow
user: i personally love football season with ev
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: Party in the end zone
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user: MARRY ME
bengals: 🕺🕺🕺
user: attaboy joey!
user: bad mf bro
evie: okay, hear me out.. let’s work on spinning the ball before you do it again yeah?
> user: 🤣🤣🤣
> user: that’s okay! we still love you joey.
> user: HAHAHA you tell him
> joeyb_9: it’s all in the flick of the wrist baby! i’ll get em next time.
> user: 😭😭😭 A for effort lol
evie
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evie: screaming. crying. and obsessing over this shirt. Happy GAME DEY my little bengies!
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user: I loved your post about leading with love! we are so lucky to have you as our AFC QUEEN!
> evie: sending you my love sweet girl, thank you so much.
user: watch out for all those girls after your man or you won’t need that shirt anymore
user: big fan of this
joeyb_9: if you wanted an autographed tee you could’ve just asked
> evie: i’m literally just a girl
user: the first lady of cincinnati
> evie: i think it should be you. 🤪
millyg: it should be illegal to look this good at a sporting event.
> evie: spoiler.. it is. 🤪
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: heating up
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evie: this looks exactly like a dream i had the other day
> joeyb_9: can you tell me how it ended? 😉
> user: NOT JOE GETTING SPICY IN THE COMMENTS
> user: who allowed him to use the wink emoji
> user: i’ll never recover from this
user: so overrated
user: that’s literally my boyfriend
> evie: are we sharing?
user: badass
user: JOKE
evie
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evie: todays fit check is courtesy of @lahjay10_ for giving me the most wicked game day kicks ever! hbd to me. 🤪
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bengals: Happy Birthday Mrs. B!
> evie: yall tryna start trouble! 🤣
user: happy birthday ev! queen in the north!
lahjay10_: hbd ev, you ain’t no regular pigeon!
> evie: thanks jay! you ain’t no regular cat!
> user: i live for the uno x ev interactions
user: Happy Birthdey!
user: @joeyb_9 better get that dub for your birthday
> evie: i’m counting on it!
millyg: happy birthday sister! i love you more than life.
> evie: ugh, ilysm!
user: bday fit goes hard
joeyb_9: happy birthday to the best thing that happened to me. you’re older, wiser, and hot as ever!
> evie: i want to celebrate by drowning in cake and pasta.
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: winning=happy
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user: the smile 😍😍
user: are you real?
user: no post for evies birthday?
> user: he doesn’t usually post her, it’s no big deal
> user: no one made posts for her birthday! there was a game!
> user: she also doesn’t post him on her feed for his bday
bengals: Yes it does Joey
user: DM me joe
evie: ugh!!! that smile makes me wanna die!
> joeyb_9: me and you=forever
> evie: that’s the plan big guy 🤍
user: my boy
evie
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evie: and that’s MY MAN!!! JB
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user: the most beautiful
user: SHEEEEESH 🥵
user: so iconic
joeyb_9: my favorite part of every game is knowing you’re out there cheering for me.
> evie: i’ll spend the rest of my life cheering for you joey.
user: joe fuckin burrow is the 🐐
user: are we all just forgetting that we don’t like her?
> user: not everyone doesn’t like her, and if you don’t then unfollow her. easy.
user: oh to be evie..
millyg: mrs. joe fuckin burrow
> evie: coming soon..
> user: QUIT! WHEN?
> user: are we getting an off season wedding?
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: 🥶🥶
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user: i like what you do
user: you didn’t even give ev a birthday shoutout
> user: you obviously didn’t see her stories from that day, he doesn’t have to post her to celebrate
> user: i adore how she calls him “my joey” like yes queen! he is YOURS!
> user: he’s not an object
user: marry me
user: i’m rooting for you!
evie: it’s just too easy baby..
> joeyb_9: 🥱 light work
user: joe brrrrrr
user: he’s cooooold
evies instagram stories
#nfl#nfl imagine#bengals#cincinnati bengals#joe burrow#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow x reader#joe burrow insta au#joe burrow instagram
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….. can you please do “sleep with no pants” for our birthday boy kita shinsuke??? …… and make it extra spicy?? 🥹
a/n: oh. my. god. YES. i could commit tax fraud and embezzlement if he asked me to. of course. yes. yes. also, I have high alcohol tolerance so I'm not really sure how much is too much...
drunken mistakes | kita shinsuke
pairing: kita shinsuke x reader
yes, this is a continuation on "sleeping with no pants on" but I decided to make it longer/special for some reason.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITA!!!
tw: fem!reader, alcohol misusage (drunkness), swearing, mutual pining, grinding, nsfw, dom!reader, sub!kita
pt 1 pt 2 pt 3
it was only supposed to be one drink. that's what you'd told yourself at the beginning of the night, but you would be lying if you said you stuck to what your convictions very often. for example, you told yourself not to fall for your best friend, kita. and yet here you are, drunk and in love.
anyone looking at you around your friend's apartment could see the misery on your face. they turned to each other, speaking in low voices as if you couldn't notice because you were too far gone. well, you weren't. and you knew now that they knew you're downing your eleventh shot of casamigos because of something other than "for the vibes". honestly, your facial expression probably gave it away, too, with the lame, pouty lip and mopey eyes.
the thoughts and conversations surrounding you only made you yearn for another glass of something to dim the sound of your increasing heartbeat.
reaching for the bottle of tequila, your eyes met with the last person you ever hoped to see that night.
fuck, and why was he checking his phone like he'd received an invite? you swore in your muddled mind you'd wring the neck of whichever piece of shit thought it would be a good idea to invite your best friend despite all of them knowing (at least, now) that you are head over heels in love with him.
you cursed as he took immediate notice of you.
kita.
kita
to be quite honest, I don't care much for parties or really any celebration that involves an exuberant use of alcohol. ever since high school, in fact, I'd done my very best to avoid them rather than allow myself to get sucked into caring for vomiting, regretful teens (or adults, if we're speaking in the now).
still, when I'd received a text saying that she was wasted and needed a ride who could take good care of her, I already was putting on my coat and shoes, as if I wasn't awoken to my phone vibrating numerous times at 2am. I can't help it. whenever it comes to her, there's nothing I wouldn't do to get a chance to even be around her. she's my best friend, so it's not like it's a mutual thing. just me being an idiot and getting sucked into those eyes of hers. the way she looks at me. the way she smiles. it were those thoughts and memories that had me sliding into my seat at 2:15 and on my way to one of her good friends' house.
when I arrived at the address and walked through the entrance, my first instinct was the text once again to find where she was at that current moment. it was a need. I needed to know she was safe. that she wasn't crying or confused or sick.
my skin prickled as I felt a pair of sharp eyes on me.
I lifted up my head to see two languid pupils blinking slowly at me, lips downturned and mopey.
you blinked slowly up at him. "so," you hiccuped, "you're here kita."
his brows furrowed at you. you grimaced. you knew he wasn't much for alcohol, but a more rebellious part of you thought he deserved to suck it because you didn't even want him here anyway.
"mm...kita...." you trailed off, unsure where you were planning to take the start of your sentence.
"mm?" kita replied quietly, patiently (like he always was).
"'m startin' to think I'll die single."
he let out a little scoff, "stop being silly. you're drunk. go to bed."
you pouted, "but no one wants to go to bed with me."
he flushed, thankfully it seemed you were too drunk to notice, and asked, "how many people have you been going around asking to sleep with?"
you grinned at him, "just you."
kita swallowed down the words does that mean you want to sleep with me? and instead opted for a choked "ok".
you leaned closer. "hey kita...? since I'm drunk..." you ran a finger up his arm.
he raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on.
"since 'm drunk, I was wonderin' if you'd indulge me for a little while..." you said, the last syllables of your sentence coming out in a sigh.
"what're you-" the next sound that came from kita's throat was a moan as you lifted your thighs up and placed their plush, softness on his hard, toned ones.
you leaned in, whispering in his ear, "j-just.... for a while.... b-but stop me if..." you breathed many of your words in but fuck, he didn't want you to put an end to what he'd literally been dreaming of for so long.
you then began your slow, languid pace of rolling your hips against his thighs. at this point, you weren't sure what was real and what was fake... but you knew you were dreaming. but there was no way in real life his thighs were that fucking hard.
scratch that, you must be in heaven, because the little pants you're hearing from him are more than you could've ever asked for. his quiet "ah"s made your drunken rhythm turn faster, causing you to snap your hips and begin to roll them against his groin, eliciting a sharp groan from his mouth.
"a-ahh... w-we sh-shouldn't..."
you licked a stripe up the column of his neck, shutting him up.
next, you made your way to the hem of your shirt, pulling at the fabric, all whilst rolling your hips against him. in a few seconds, all that was on was a shear bralette - lingerie, of course - and all that was below.
kita took inhaled a sharp breath. he was already rock hard and he had no idea what he was supposed to do other than let you have your way with him. he swore he wouldn't do anything in return. you were drunk... but he couldn't bring himself to pull you off of him. he was enjoying it all too much. he blushed again, but this time in shame. he was disgusting, getting off on your drunken mistake.
suddenly, you got off of him, leaving him in a strong feeling of want. he could still feel the ghost of your thighs on his legs.
but then you reached for his arm lazily, dragging him over to a bedroom. you weren't sure whose it was, just that you wanted to have your way with your best friend, just for a little while, in this lovely dream. he was so compliant. his reactions were better than you hoped for, and you were living for it.
pushing him onto the bed, he let out a grunt of surprise.
"you know... I go to sleep without my pants on every night... but tonight I just might not wear anything..."
kita swallowed thickly, unable to stop himself from imagining your nude form in all its glory, riding his cock. he distantly wondered if you knew what you were doing. you had something in your eyes besides that heady lust and drunkenness that had him questioning something... that maybe, just for a second, there was something there like attraction... like love.
slowly, you slid your panties down, exposing your naked cunt. kita took another sharp breath at the sight of you.
then, you began to go at taking his own pants off. slowly, you rubbed your hands against his erection, eliciting a groan from him, and reached for his button. unclasping it, you moved onto his zipper, slowly - painfully - moving it down. when his cock sprung free, you gasped at its size. you were shocked that something so big and thick could be hiding in his pants that now seemed entirely in the way. so, you pulled them down, now angling yourself, your entrance and the head of his cock.
you both let out a groan when you sunk yourself down onto him.
kita awoke to you in his arms, naked, and his dick pressed hard against your ass. guilt washed over him again, and he wondered whether he should take his chance to escape before you could wake up and yell at him. thankfully, nothing you did was something he'd forced upon you... he had merely let you do what you wanted to him. when you moaned his name last night he thought he might lose his mind.
he leaned forward, careful not to stir you awake, and kissed the top of your head. maybe you would wake up, and instead of horror... just maybe, you'd blush.. and he could tell you how much he loved you, and not just because of what you did last night. it was wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way he did.
#haikyu x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you#fem!reader#haikyuu headcanons#kita shinsuke x reader#kita shinsuke#kita shinsuke x y/n#kita shinsuke fluff#kita shinsuke smut#kita shinsuke x you#haikyū!!#haikyuu kita#haikyuu x reader
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Week in Review | Oct. 1
Happy October! This month is a really special month for me personally (more on that later). It marks three months on Tumblr! I’m approaching a pretty significant follower milestone (for me) which is really cool. I try to not pay attention to numbers because that’s stressful and I'm trying to treat this as my fun space (and me time), but this milestone made me pause and think about the little community I’ve found here and how special it is to me. To anyone who has left a comment, reblog, like, ask, or message - thank you! You’ve brought some laughter and smiles to my days. My inbox is always open so if you want to say hi please do!
Anyway, here we go with the week in review…
Fics I read this week:
Frankie Morales
The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I don't want to spoil what happens in the latest chapter but ahhhh this series is just so so good. But seriously, pack some Kleenex for Chapter 33.
Grocery List by @frenchiereading - I love everything in the Mr. Morales and Miss universe. This is just such cute Frankie fluff.
Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - You know I love a Triple Frontier AU and I’m so excited to see all of the goings on at the resort run by the boys!
Joel Miller
Body Language by @cupofjoel- Joel shows up at your place with a camcorder and some fun ensues…
Happy Birthday by @trulybetty - Needless to say Joel had a very good birthday this year based on some of the fics I added to my TBR list. However this fic right here?! I was a mess after the first freaking sentence - soft smut is your specialty friend!!
Another entry from @linzels-blog this time in the way of some cute Joel fluff when he attends a parent-teacher conference.
Javier Peña
It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest - I was seriously smiling the whole time I read this latest chapter. If you’re looking for a softer Javi (who is still spicy, can’t take that part out of him), then this is such a great read!
What Do We Have Here? by @secretelephanttattoo - We get a little more insight into what Javi’s relationship with Elisa could have been like. I loved all of the references to the show.
Drenched by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Javi comes home from work sweaty (hello sweaty curls sticking to the back of his neck) and he and reader both end up drenched. 😉
Marcus Pike
Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo - Reader is a photographer tasked with taking headshots at the FBI office. Marcus is so freaking cute in this.
Dieter Bravo
Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings is a staple on this list and the only Dieter fic I’m consistently reading at the moment. Sounds like we may need to form a support group based on what may be happening in the upcoming chapters, but I am ready.
Fun Posts
Dieter and @morallyinept were back this week dishing out some self-care advice. I seriously love the way Jett puts these posts together, they make me laugh and think.
I shared some of my favorite things on this post, which also included some photos I've taken.
Feral corner:
Joel’s birthday coupled with photos of Pedro on the picket line kept the feral corner well occupied this week. I mean, look at him. I don't even care how he ties his shoes because he's adorable no matter what.
I found there’s a name for the affliction that I and many of us suffer from - Chronic Pascalitis. There are ways to lessen the symptoms, although do you really want that?
Also, the Pike Puddle is getting deeper thanks to posts like this and like this.
Can we also appreciate how beautiful this photo of Pedro is from earlier this year when we appeared on Seth Meyers' show?!
Things I watched:
I started watching this show on Max called Mosaic featuring Garrett Hedlund. It’s been interesting so far, I’m only about halfway through. There was an episode where looked like Benny and I about lost my damn mind.
Personal Update
This month is a really special month for me personally - my daughter was born in October, we rescued our dog in October, and we got married in October. Needless to say, there’s a lot to celebrate but it also has me in my feels as I sit back and reflect on a lot of things.
The past two years and the transition to becoming a mom has been hard and I’m a work in progress on that front every single day. But we've made it and I'm pretty lucky to have the independent, fearless, and hilarious little girl that I do.
My parents have been in town for the past couple of days to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. As a result, my husband and I get to take advantage of some free babysitting help and are doing a little overnight trip. It’s an early anniversary present for us to stay at one of the on-site hotels at Universal and go to Halloween Horror Nights for the night. Yay I get to see Joel and the TLOU house again!
Aside from that, we have some fun things planned this week. I’m excited for the weekend when I get to go see A Strange Way of Life in theaters! I’ll be sure to include a spoiler-free review here next week!
Fic updates:
I should have the next chapter of Working Title out soon. Thank you to those who have listened to me rant and ramble on about it. I’ve been struggling with the latest chapter. Once I get that out then I’ll work on Delta Landscaping - Will and Katie go on their date, but we also have Friday night plans for the others too. I also shared a little tease about a new neighbor coming to Mule Fall Court.
Thanks as always for reading my ramblings, I hope you have an awesome week!
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Happy Birthday to our rising star Orlando Knight!
As a BLits OC introduced in 2020, this up and coming movie star has been with us for 3 years now and we wish him a very happy day today
I wonder what kinds of films this pretty boys been making…
Orlandos sets and other BLits OC patreon sets are on sale and available here! All his spicy variations could be yours today <3
#blits#blitsgames#gay#yaoi#jock studio#lgbt#dating sim#visual novel#blits games#boys love#campbuddy#camp buddy#mikkoukun#zael
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The Maiden and the Drowning Boy | Aegon x OC | Chapter Eight
Rating: Explicit
Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong (Lyonel Strong's Daughter), Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen
Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.
Tropes: Childhood Sweethearts/Friends to Lovers, Generational Trauma and Cycles of Abuse, It's All About the Character Development, Unreliable Narrators, Multi-POV, Canon Divergent, Bisexual Aegon II Targaryen, Book/Show Mash Up, Fix-It Of Sorts, Stopping the Cycle of Abuse before it gets us all killed, Team Neutral, fairy tale vibes meets victorian medievalism meets grrm
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SPICY CHAPTER AHEAD (no seriously it's like 5k worth of smut in here)
CHAPTER EIGHT - SOMETHING IN YOUR TOUCH
Don’t tell me to leave, he silently begged. Let me adore you, let me touch you, let me taste and have you, let me know it’s alright.
Aemond has a birthday, the girls gossip, and Aegon is a (sexy) creep.
And we earn our explicit rating.
It was Aemond’s nameday and the royal gardens were more alive than they’d been in ages. Three of the terraces that spilled from the Queen’s ballroom were filled with courtiers, from young men and women newly arrived to King’s Landing, to the Queen’s ladies and children of the Small Council, to those who were slowly trickling in preceding Aegon’s nameday celebrations. Minstrels were playing beneath the shaded cover of the cloistered walkway, and there were tables laden with cakes and meats, even a marchpane facsimile of Vhagar that had surprised them all when the queen, beaming brighter than Abby had ever seen her, proudly revealed it.
“Happy nameday, my darling,” she’d told Aemond, slim hands on his upper arms, a fond kiss to his cheek. Even now, at seven and ten, he only blushed lightly at the affection of his mother rather than pull away with complaint. So rare was Queen Alicent’s softness that not even a crowd of peers could dissuade Aemond from pulling away for some sort of manly pride that he was too old for a kiss from his mother; he’d sprouted another few inches, now taller than Aegon, who was rather put out by it all.
In spite of the warmth from the midday sun, Abby could feel the promise of autumn on the breeze, a cool caress that tugged at the fire-kissed curls that hung loose down her back, held back by a pair of lapis and amethyst combs. Normally her hair would be worn pulled back in a knot at the crown of her head, but she was acutely aware of the mark below her right ear that she need not draw attention to.
She tilted her head back to feel the sun kiss her cheeks, ignoring the feeling of Aegon’s eyes on her back, of the shiver and prickle that came when one knew they were being watched.
The scent of lemon preceded the whisper of silk and Helaena’s amused voice against her ear. “You’re blushing,” the princess sing-songed, laughing softly as Abby huffed and lightly smacked her hand against her sister’s chest. It did little to deter her, and Helaena rested her chin on Abby’s bare shoulder, tugging a little at the skirt. “I like this dress. He does too.”
“I didn’t wear it for him.” The light silk organza was luxurious, shifting in colors from the softest pink and periwinkle into sage, baring her shoulders with the low neckline edged in embroidered blue flowers centered with pearls. It helped with the heat of the capital and she couldn’t deny that she felt lovely in it. “If he enjoys it, that is simply a bonus.” She bit her lip and chanced a glance over her shoulder.
Aegon stood beneath one of the cypress trees with a goblet held lazily in one ringed hand, his other arm braced against the trunk of the tree. His own eyes were on her, angling around Aemond who stood in his way, teeth pressed into his lower lip. The moment he realized she had caught him watching, he gave a slight start and Abby scrunched her face at him, teasing. His surprise eased into a satisfied smirk, the gold of his dragon stamped buttons on his black jerkin catching the light as did the rings on his fingers. She watched him tap two of them against the goblet he raised and after a shy moment, she gave him a smile and tapped her own fingers against her chin.
“Adorable,” Wylla teased from her other side, the roll of her eyes evident in her voice. Abby squeaked in surprise, the elder girl having seemingly appeared to seize the opportunity for teasing. Her cheeks flamed and she looked out towards the low hedge maze below on the next terrace.
“I didn’t wear it for him,” she emphasized, and it was Wylla’s turn to smirk as Helaena hummed her own disbelief. “You’re both ridiculous. Did you race across this whole garden just to say that to me?” Wylla raised her eyebrows in challenge. Abby squinted blue eyes at Helaena’s innocent look. “Are you both conspiring to tease me so?”
“Never,” Helaena said emphatically and Wylla was all innocence in her agreement.
“Of course I wouldn’t vault over a hedgerow at the opportunity to tease you. I’m conspiring to tease the foolish one.” She nodded her head in the direction of the brothers and Abby frowned.
“Foolish one? Which one?”
Wylla scoffed. “The one who cornered me in the hall a week ago asking - nay, demanding that I recount the tale of the Night’s King and the Corpse Queen so he could compare it to some moldy book he was brandishing like a madman.”
“Is he still going on about that?” Abby asked, catching Helaena’s own eye roll.
“I wish you’d warned me that he’s on some obsession about some kind of treatise on,” she pitched her voice lower, an attempt at modulating her voice to sound more like Aemond. “Northern Myths In Relation to the Founding of the Night’s Watch and King Beyond the Wall. Who does he think he is, taking my land and claiming to know more about it?”
“He thinks he’s Aemond Targaryen,” Helaena said dryly. “What more do you want?”
“An explanation on if the audacity comes with the dragon and that book to give him a good crack on his big head.”
Abby hummed. “The audacity absolutely comes with the dragon. Have you met Princess Helaena?”
The princess smiled serenely, her silver hair like spun gold beneath the sunlight and her lavender eyes shining with the kind of dreamy mystery they always held.
“Tis true.” Heleana sighed and pressed her hands against the low wall they were leaning against. “One does not need a cock to prove their might when they ride the oldest dragon. Sorry, second eldest dragon.” Even in her annoyance with her brother, there was amusement in her tone. “I can’t lord that over anyone anymore. Well, I suppose I can still lord it over Aegon, but then he comes back about Vhagar and then Aegon says that Sunfyre is the most beautiful dragon and Vhagar is a hoary old beast and then Aemond tells him to come say that to her face.”
The three of them fell into laughter then and Abby was grateful for the attention to be taken off of her dress and the way she was trying to hide the fact that she enjoyed Aegon gazing at her. It was good to have this. It was good to see Helaena freer than she’d been in some time. It was good to have Wylla by her side, a piece that Abby did not realize she’d been missing in her life. With the companionship that Wylla Karstark provided, it had struck her how isolated they’d been, this clutch of theirs. There'd once been a time when they’d played with more children than just their relatives. She recalled great games in the Kingswood carried out between all the children of the court, not just the Queen and Princess’ children, but those of the Small Council and others who littered the Red Keep and the capital.
That was before Princess Rhaenyra had left for Dragonstone. That was before that awful night on Driftmark.
“How do you like our new Baratheon friends?” Abby asked, hoping to keep the light mood up.
The princess hummed and folded her hands in front of her. “Floris is very sweet. I think would much rather run around like a little fawn than act so demurely.” The fondness in Helaena’s voice was undeniable as she spoke of the little girl. At present, Floris was running in circles around the fountain with one of Lord Beesbury’s granddaughters, her laughter a bright, bell-like sound.
It was not often that the other children of the court got to spend time amidst the royal family. Abby had suggested the opportunity, both for the Baratheons to be introduced to the court, as well as the opportunity for her and Helaena to start vetting ladies for their households, and to perhaps find companions for Aemond that didn’t involve whatever competition he’d decided there was between him and the Fossoway boy.
“Well, someone must have realized we were teasing him,” Wylla’s hushed voice broke in. Abby glanced up to see Aemond making his way over. In that moment Abby realized how grown he had begun to look, no longer the awkward and gangly boy he had been. Apart from his newfound height, the baby fat had started to melt from his cheeks, leaving behind a more stern look, one with the potential to be frighteningly intense. It appeared that others had noticed as well, eyes following his movement as he approached.
“Oh no,” Helaena groaned. “I swear, his hearing is ridiculous.”
“He’s come to tell us more about his Night’s King treatise,” Abby warned with another giggle, bumping her shoulder against Helaena’s who huffed softly. “Perhaps you can counter with a lesson on the molting practices of that type of lizard for Asshai. The one with the ruff around its neck and the spitting.”
“Your Grace!” Wylla’s voice called out as she gathered her dove gray skirts in hand to intercept Aemond. “I neglected to tell you about the Selkies of the Bay of Seals.”
She felt Helaena’s tension beside her ease slightly, her nails scraping against the sandstone wall and gaze drifting towards the glimmer of the bay and the seagulls that drifted through the air. There was a thrum in the girl beside her, the kind of vibration that Abby could feel in the air, as if Helaena’s very being sang with a tension like a tuning fork.
“Should you wish to find Dreamfyre, I shall set another distraction,” Abby murmured softly, letting her pinky finger touch Helaena’s pinky where their hands rested beside one another. Helaena returned the gesture with a shake of her head.
“I’m not some fragile thing,” she whispered, and the drifting quality to her voice made it unclear if Helaena spoke to her or to herself. “I will not give him the satisfaction, nor will I cause Mother concern.”
“You are not some fragile thing. You ride the second oldest dragon in the world.” Abby smiled and bumped her shoulder into Helaena’s and the princess huffed, returning the gesture. “He doesn’t get to demand something you do not wish -”
“Hush.” The hiss of the word had Abby snapping her mouth closed, head ducking down with instinctive apology. It was a tender subject, painful as a bruise for Helaena, and one that seemed to worsen with each passing of the moon. Helaena would not speak of it, but Abby was no fool to see that she did not hold the same desire that her brother did.
Sometimes, when she and Aemond sat together in the library, her feet resting on his boots while they made themselves at home in the comfortable nook below one of the stained glass windows, Abby thought she saw the same hesitance within him. She wished he’d speak his mind to her, as he had on many subjects, just as Helaena would speak hers. But this? This was a subject that neither of them had any desire to speak of and she could not figure out if they felt too beholden to the performance, or if there was something else she didn’t understand.
Floris Baratheon’s loud shrieks of laughter drew Abby’s gaze up from their hands to smile softly down at the way the girl found such joy in her new playmates.
“If you tell your mother that you do not wish for it, she will not force you, just as she did not force you and Aegon to wed. We both know if she had her heart set on you and Aegon marrying, she wouldn’t have broken the betrothal so quickly when Aemond was making his claims.” Even though she had not betrothed Aemond and Helaena, as Aemond had so fervently demanded. It had not escaped her that the queen and Lord Hand had grown increasingly anxious once Princess Rhaenyra had given birth to her fourth son, Prince Daemon’s son, and the past four years had been increasingly stressful with not knowing what would happen next. Aegon was nearing twenty, he should have been married already, if not to Helaena, then to another daughter of a great house. Helaena could have been sent away to secure someplace like the North and Cregan Stark, who had just taken his place as Warden.
Yet here they were, her and Aegon, hand in hand, counting the weeks until their wedding, and no news yet of Helaena’s potential betrothals and only a few lords out there of an age with her worthy of the hand of a princess of the realm. It was not uncommon for maids to marry young. Queen Alicent herself had been five and ten when she’d wedded the king, the man old enough to be her father. Abby’s own stomach curdled at the idea of Larys marrying her to an old lord looking for his third wife in a young and untouched maiden.
“Rivers drenched in flame,” Helaena murmured, fingernails biting into the back of Abby’s hand and the touch of pain pulled a gasp from her. “Sorry.” Helaena snatched her own hand back quickly and blinked. “I told grandfather that I’d die if he married me to Aegon. Aemond shouldn’t get all the credit for it.”
Abby was silent, watching Helaena from the corner of her eye as the princess scraped her fingertips along the sandstone. Her mind, however, whirled with the revelation that Helaena had never even hinted at before, and Abby briefly glanced over her shoulder to the gathered party.
Aemond had become suitably distracted, peppering Wylla with questions about selkies, and further beyond, there was Warren Fossoway gathered with some of the other young men around Aegon, whose lilac eyes had focused on the telling of something or another that had the boys falling into raucous laughter. Ladies mingled, from younger than her and Helaena to the women who served the queen and wives who had accompanied their husbands to the capital. Queen Alicent herself was below, on the lower terrace where Floris and Lord Beesbury’s granddaughter were playing about the fountain still, their laughter like delighted garden sprites. Then her eyes were drawn to the group near the arched entrance to the godswood.
The Lady Cassandra, eldest of the Four Storms, as the Baratheon daughters had come to be known, was to put it simply, beautiful. She was only a scant few months older than Helaena, older than expected for the eldest daughter of a Lord Paramount to remain unbetrothed, let alone unwed. Abby recalled the sour look on Lady Myrielle Penrose’s face at the news of the Baratheon arrival - Cassandra had been set to marry her brother before Bennard Penrose was caught with Lord Hayford’s daughter at a tournament in the Stormlands. Now, here the heir of Storm’s End stood, with her hair as black as raven wings, a storm of twisted curls and waves half pulled up in a thickly braided net of gold and pearl. Her features were sharp, giving her a cold sort of beauty that was both ensnaring and intimidating, as if she were Argella Durrandon reborn. She appeared older and more worldly than Abby had expected with her gown of gold satin, the bodice embroidered with black lace and appliques that evoked antlers and gave the illusion of armor.
“Do you think she can push her breasts up any higher out of that gown?” Helaena asked. Abby choked on her swallow of cider, only just managing to cough it back up into her goblet before she sputtered everywhere. She did her best to ignore the eyes on her while dabbing at her mouth with her handkerchief, and resolutely ignored the way Aegon was watching her again. His eyes burned into her, stoking something aching low in her gut.
“I think you should worry less about her bosom and how she shows it off, and more about looking for others who might work as ladies for you.” Abby coughed once more into her handkerchief and cleared her throat. Helaena clucked her tongue.
“Is that because you’re jealous of her ample bosom?” Helaena teased, and Abby prickled with indignation, huffing and running her fingers over the ivy design along the goblet in her hand.
“No, I’m not jealous of her ample bosom. I do not want you to be lonely when I’m gone, Helaena,” Abby defended herself, only half a lie, but there was still truth in the statement. She wanted to reach for Helaena’s hand, but just because Helaena had been physically affectionate did not mean she welcomed it from the outside. “We will make sure your ladies will care for you properly, but you have to give them a chance.”
“You don’t have to baby me, you know,” the princess said, her large lavender eyes narrowed in a vague sense of annoyance. “I’m not helpless.”
A soft exhale. “I don’t think you are, and I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t have to… and I simply want to make sure that-.” That what? Abby could not lie to herself that she liked to be needed, that she needed to be needed, and she loved Helaena. She was protective of Helaena, and the idea of her being surrounded by people that didn’t understand her, that didn’t know what days she needed loose fitting dresses and quiet, or to wake up in the middle of the night, whispering and giggling with each other when dreams became too much for them both.
“Abby,” Helaena interrupted. “You’re starting to sound like Mother.”
She flushed. Alicent Hightower was a gracious and clement queen. She cared for the small folk, she kept the kingdom running as the king fell deeper into his illness. She took responsibility for her after the death of her father when she didn’t have to. Alicent was the closest thing she had to a mother anymore. But she was not kind. She was not soft, nor gentle. She fretted and raged, and fear had begun turning her into a taloned woman liable to strike rather than comfort some days. “I take great pride in being your lady. I would prefer to be assured that things continue as normal, or even better.” Helaena made a little huffing sound before softly laughing and Abby shook her head. “The Seven forbid you end up with a host of Lady Penroses.”
“You are right,” Helaena agreed, twisting her fingers together and plucking at the soft sapphire silk of her sleeves. The neckline of the simple gown was heart shaped, the appliques on the bodice mimicking flame. An appropriate call of the Hightower and blood of the dragon that made up the princess. “I do not like change. I do not want to have to get used to it all.”
Abby tentatively rested her hand on the taller girl’s shoulder, her fingertips only just touching the edge of Helaena’s sleeve. “You are an afternoon’s ride away, whenever you desire to escape the confines of your tower. I imagine there are quite a few fascinating specimens at Harrenhal for you to collect.”
Helaena made a thoughtful face, nodding. “This is true. And I can’t imagine anyone would beg to come along for such an adventure. Their loss, always.”
“Floris might.” Now the pair of girls were balancing on the edge of the fountain, carefully reaching their hands out to put beneath the spray of water. “Unless, of course, you suddenly decide that you would rather Lady Cassandra stay.”
It had been two days since the arrival of the Baratheon girls, and while Helaena and Abby both had grown fond of little Floris, Cassandra was a whole other story entirely. The pair turned their gazes towards the other end of the terrace where Cassandra still remained. Helaena shook her head and looped her arm through Abby’s, tugging her along.
“Come, let us go speak with the heavy breasted storm so you can decide if you’re taking her with you, or if we'll send her back to Storm’s End before she suffocates us all.”
Cassandra continued to hold court across the garden and Abby’s eyes darted around for Wylla, for a moment feeling the ache of insecurity at not having the elder girl around. She was still with Aemond, brow furrowed and the pair of them gesturing wildly at whatever disagreement about the selkies had developed into. Abby stifled a laugh.
“Aemond might end up tossed over the wall should he keep that up,” she murmured to Helaena.
“Good, perhaps that would knock some sense into him.” Abby glanced from Aemond’s arrow-straight form to Helaena curiously. Helaena’s silver hair shone gold beneath the sunlight, and her large eyes drifted to remain fixed on the group of women they approached.
“Your Grace,” came Lady Cassandra’s husky voice, unexpected in its roughness and yet perfect for the image she presented. It gave her an enviable air of mystery, of womanly secret that Abby was acutely aware she lacked. The others around her quickly followed suit with demure murmurs and all dropped into smooth, elegant curtsies. It was a picture of perfection in the gentle swish of fabric. Cassandra’s large dark eyes moved over to her, a dark brow arching in curiosity. “I apologize, but I don’t believe we’ve yet met.”
A slight shake of her head, Abby inclined her head in greeting, unsure if she needed to curtsy to the daughter of a lord paramount now. “We haven’t, although I did have the pleasure of meeting your sweet sister, Floris. I am Lady Abrogail, of Harrenhal. Companion to her Grace, the Princess. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Cassandra, and I hope for us to become friends.”
Cassandra’s smile was wide and broad, all straight, pearly teeth and sharp cuspids. “I’m sure we will, Lady Abrogail. Harrenhal, you say?” A soft chuckle and a curious cock of her head. “That great, haunted place.”
Ugly place was implied beneath the husky tone. It was one that she had heard enough over the years to recognize immediately and though it continued to sting, she would not let it shake her. “Yes, my elder brother is the current Lord, and I’m quite looking forward to seeing my family upon our return there. The lands are beautiful, and the cherry and plum orchards are renowned for their autumn meads.” She laughed, her eyes drifting across the rest of the young women in the group. “Lady Elinor, is it?” she asked the slight woman to Cassandra’s right, hovering and small. Her mouse brown hair looked as soft as fur, curled delicately around her narrow face. Abby smiled. “I hear that Bronzegate also has some of the best strawberries outside of the Reach. I’ve always wanted to attend one of your harvest festivals. I adore strawberries.”
Lady Elinor’s shy look relaxed and she returned her smile with a beaming one of her own, stepping forward into the circle of ladies. Abby kept her eyes affixed upon her, although she noticed the sharp glint in Lady’s Cassandra’s deep gaze. “Aye, my Lady. If you enjoy strawberries, you should try our strawberry wines. They’re not as heavy as the barrels from the Arbor, if I do say so myself.” The pride in Lady Elinor’s voice eased Abby’s nerves and she relaxed. She would not let the beautiful woman intimidate her, especially if Lady Cassandra was going to be the one to accompany her to Harrenhal.
“We will have to send for some, then, for the Prince’s nameday,” she said, glancing briefly over her shoulder in Aegon’s direction and the bickering between Aemond and poor Wylla who was in fact, looking to hold her own. Let this woman see that while she was perhaps the eye of the storm in her own home, she would not let her push her around, nor any of her ladies, and sweet Floris. All bouncing breasts, and hateful thoughts. What an ugly combination. She would have to tell Helaena later.
“I hear the Prince’s nameday feast will be one for the books,” Lady Cassandra cut in, tossing her curls over her shoulder. “Hunt and a tournament? And the feasts should be grand. I do love a good feast. Do you enjoy dancing, your Grace?”
Helaena did not meet Cassandra’s pointed look, but she rarely met anyone’s eyes head on. “No.”
Abby dug her thumbnail into her palm to keep from laughing. The pair of the Queen’s ladies exchanged glances, for the truth was quite the opposite.
“Well, I’m sure there will still be fun and revelry for all,” Cassandra’s smile was stuck in place and she cleared her throat somewhat. It was clear that she would not do to become a companion to Helaena, and Abby brushed her arm against her dear sister’s. “You know, I heard a rumor that the king plans to declare Prince Aegon his heir, that’s why it’s such a celebration.”
There were soft gasps amongst the ladies. “Oh, do you think so?” Lady Elinor whispered, a hand pressed to her cheek. Cassandra tutted, waving over a servant to refill her goblet with arbor gold.
“He’s unmarried, and the celebration is larger than any thrown since Princess Rhaenyra’s wedding. Isn’t that right, Your Grace?” The lady’s dark eyes shot over to Helaena with wide eyed eagerness and a coy smile slashed across her lovely face. Abby felt a prickle of heat along her throat.
Helaena tilted her head, gazing idly over the rest of the party. “I suppose. Mother finds frivolous celebration unseemly when the treasury could be used to rebuild the poor houses that had fallen into disuse.”
“And with the king’s ill health, it doesn’t seem appropriate to throw such festivities,” Abby added encouragingly, her shoulder brushing against Helaena’s.
“The king’s ill health?” Lady Cassandra said, as if she didn’t know after spending a week in the Red Keep that the king was rarely seen. “Well, all the more reason then to finally declare Prince Aegon heir.” Her gaze drifted before she laughed. “But do not look now, my friends, for the Prince in question has not stopped looking this way.”
Something unpleasant churned in Abby’s stomach and she felt a flush heat along the back of her neck and ears. The Queen’s ladies exchanged another glance before drifting their gazes to Abby, and she was not sure if they meant them as pity or uncertainty as to what they should say. It was obvious what Cassandra had meant - that Aegon was staring at her, of course.
“Pay him no mind,” Abby said airly, goblet tight in her delicate hand. “We don’t. It’s best to not encourage him.” Cassandra laughed louder, and Abby saw the demonstration for what it was. The tilt of her head showing off the fine line of her neck, and the jewels that decorated her. That ridiculous bosom with all the secrets inside making them shake with her laughter.
Was Aegon staring at Cassandra now? She was beautiful, and so polished, even with her callous nature hidden beneath the lady’s mask. Aegon didn’t care about personality, that much Abby knew. He liked pretty things. Pretty mouths and smiles and attention. One didn’t need a personality when they were-
“I’m sorry, I don’t seem to understand what’s so funny. Did I miss the joke?” Helaena’s voice interrupted the path of Abby’s swirling thoughts and the princess said it with such a straight face that Abby knew that it was true. Crowds could be difficult for her some days, and the backhanded nature of ladies always put her on edge, with doublespeak being at least thrice as difficult to maneuver as simple polite evasion and conversation.
Was Aegon staring at the raven haired beauty or was he still looking at her? She wanted to turn her head to look, but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of her doubt or jealousy. Not that Abby was jealous. She wasn’t. This was simply the insecurity of her new dress, and what her station was now, and where she stood and… and…
Abby brushed her hair away from her neck, where her curls had covered the little bruise that Aegon’s mouth left, her fingers trailing over the spot. Cassandra’s eyes caught the motion, and Abby gave a slight smile. “It will be refreshing to have someone so joyful with us at court. The days can get quite boring and monotonous.”
Cassandra hummed. “Truly? You seem like the kind of lady that has no problem occupying her time.” Her hand dropped awkwardly from her neck and Abby felt the heat creep along her throat and up her cheeks. The other girl smiled, the flash of those sharp cuspids again. “You know the sort.”
The servants' passage, one Aegon had taken to perusing on nights when sleep eluded him, snaked through nearly every inch of the castle. He had his half filled goblet in hand, the warmth of the plum cider that Abby favored coursing through his veins. His dagger was in his boot, his shirt loose and light along his skin and breeches half unlaced.
His footsteps were quiet, the murmurs from the rooms behind a soft lull. He stopped at the crosspath to pet Theraxis, the cat stalking for prey in these night hours before returning to his mistress’ room.
“You stay out. Don’t want to be interrupted,” he told him softly. The great furry thing rubbed against his calf before vanishing into the darkness, as if it took his words to heart.
It was the whimper Aegon heard first and it wrenched an agonized sigh from him as he came upon his intended goal. He leaned forward against the wall, eyes to the little peep holes that Maegor had commissioned throughout the Red Keep, and he threw back the remains of his drink before setting it on the little ledge where the one from the day before sat.
Abby was alone in her room, tucked there in her bed, safe and sound. The fire was a low glow, and it turned her creamy skin warm and golden. Her hair was like dragonfire, bloody red and gold against her white sheets. The back of her hand was pressed against her mouth and her knees were drawn up. The softness of her nightgown was bunched along the tops of her thighs - sweet things, spread as they were.
Another moan escaped her, and he bit his lip as he palmed his quickly hardening cock. Aegon had dreamt of her before. He’d pictured her heart shaped mouth rounded out in cries of pleasure, the sound of his name tumbling out of her with her frantic gasping, twisting memory to suit his fantasies of his Maiden. In spite of what he lamented over wine and whores to his brothers, about his fears to touch her, his fears to corrupt her, his self-control was slipping with each smile and each flirtation she sent his way.
He had no way to see the sweetness between those thighs, not from this angle. The ugly thought of someone spying on her tore at his gut, and it was the only reason he was relieved that he could not see. But fuck him, he could hear the wet slick. Maybe it was his imagination; it probably was, but it didn’t matter as he watched her dainty little hand palm down the curve of her belly and vanish between her spread legs.
His cock bobbed painfully as he fisted it, precum dripping over his knuckles while he stroked.
What are you wishing I’d do to you? He wondered with the confidence that came from knowing it was his touch she surely must be fantasizing about. He never missed her casual affection, and the teasing she’d done, stepping right to him in the market fair the previous day. It was him that she desired. And that was after all the adorable kisses she initiated; the first time she’d dragged him behind the tapestry outside of his mother’s room and tried to suppress the giggles that bubbled out of her, the way she cupped his face and pressed the sweetest, clumsiest, most eager of kisses across his face and his mouth.
Yet, she’d thought him disinterested. Even in his lamentations that she deserved better, someone wholly not him, the very thought that she could be taken from him was not something he could bear. Not something he could stand. But, gods, her squared shoulders and her firm speech about how she wouldn’t put up with his attitude, the way her blue eyes brightened like the afternoon sky, had gotten his blood running. So rare was it that Abrogail Strong was ever so firm and he desired to see more of it, desperate to draw it out of her.
Would she be that way writhing beneath him, demanding to ride him the way they rode Sunfyre? Or would she be desperate and wanting, begging and mewling as he pressed those damnable, adorable grasping hands into the sheets while she squirmed.
It was obscene, this tableau, soft, safe and innocent in her bed. It should be the most sacred and tender of images. Yet the sight before him, her thighs spread and trembling, her head tossing restlessly against the pillow, was just as sacred, just as tender, as her usual air of innocence. Abby’s hips rolled up against her stuttering touch. Aegon squeezed the base of his cock, trying to hold off his peak so he could enjoy this as long as possible. He wanted to see her face. He wanted to see if her brow furrowed how it did when she was reading. He wanted to see if her mouth rounded in surprise as it did when they flew together.
As if his precious Maiden had heard him, she turned towards him… and then kept turning until she was on her knees, pert ass in the air and her face pressed into her pillow.
Seven hells, he was going to explode. He watched Abby shove her nightgown into her mouth to muffle those desperate sounds that were growing louder. The nightgown had fallen down from the angle, the round of her ass shoved into the air, rocking desperately against her hand. The firelight caught at the tears on her soft cheeks and he licked his lips, swearing he could taste the salt of them. He couldn’t see the delectable apple shapes of her breasts, the only thing left hidden by the bunched up fabric caught around her arms.
“Fuck,” he muttered, louder than he would have liked, but it didn’t appear that she’d heard. She continued to whimper and grind against her hand. As his seed slipped slick over his hand, dripping to the stone floor - and there was a strange feeling of waste at the way it splattered across the stones - he realized that she wasn’t able to come from her own inexperienced touch.
Oh, his poor little rabbit.
He watched her writhe in the low firelight, fitful and sobbing in her bed as she stroked frantically at herself. Aegon’s eyes slid to the left, where the crack of the passage door was just visible.
He really shouldn’t.
He really, really shouldn’t.
He tucked himself back into his breeches and ran his hand along the crack before he located the latch. The stone moved easily, silently, and the sounds within the room suddenly cleared as he stood in the doorway, watching her barely half a room away. From this vantage, he could see the shadow between her pretty thighs, and even if he just came, his cock was twitching once more.
Aegon was relieved that his footsteps made no sound as he approached the bed, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to groan when he saw the slickness of her cunt and the shimmer of arousal running down her thighs. His mouth was watering, and he could feel himself drool at the decadence laid out there, belonging to him. Aegon finally got his legs to move, the firelight catching the cum that still streaked along the back of his hand, but he didn’t care. The bed dipped as he set a knee on the edge and he watched her large eyes shoot open, the nightgown slipping from her mouth.
“Aeg?” she choked out while he ran his fingers soothingly from the base of her spine. He felt her shudder and wriggle in her surprise, and it truly hadn’t occurred to Aegon that this might have gone far worse, that she might have shouted and screamed at the intrusion, that the guards might have found him here, or worse, his mother. He was too focused on the heat of her body against his with only his linen shirt separating them. Aegon marveled at the little freckles and moles that dotted along her back like droplets of ink against her flushed skin. On his knees beside her, Aegon draped himself over her so his arms bracketed her trembling body on the cusp of her peak.
“Shhhh, I’ve got you,” he promised. Aegon dipped his head down and was able to kiss the corner of her trembling mouth and moved to trace his lips and tongue over her cheek to capture at the salty lines of her frustrated tears. His right hand stroked along her arm and he groaned low against her soft skin when he felt the slippery wetness along the back of her wrist. “I’ve got you.”
Abby gasped and trembled and whatever protest she might have had gave way to a low whine at the feel of his touch. Aegon soothed her, kissing her cheek, the corner of her eye, nuzzling his nose into the softness of her hair. The scent of her bergamot oil clung to the damp curls at her temples and twisted a needy sort of pull low in his gut. He was desperate to dive his fingers the last few inches to join hers into the soaked treasure of her cunt, but instead he continued to stroke his fingers up and down her arm. The awareness that her breasts were free and ripe and waiting for him pulled a low groan that he unsuccessfully tried to muffle into her curls. “Come here, hunītsos,” he crooned, and pressed his palm against her quivering belly to hold her against him. Slowly, Aegon rolled them to the left, so he was on his side, her head resting on his arm and cradled in the curve of his body.
Aegon took the moment to meet her gaze fully and admire the way she looked in the firelight. Her eyes were wide and the ocean blue of them was a vivid rim around the black pupil that reflected the light. Her dark lashes fluttered and her mouth was swollen red and bitten near bloody from how she’d tried to keep her sounds in. He could see the scarlet smudged on the bit of her nightgown that she’d shoved into her mouth. Cradled as she was against him, Aegon drew the arm that supported her head around to slip beneath the edge of her rucked up nightgown and graze his fingers along the soft warmth of her breast, just there on the underside, and a slow smirk cut across his face at the way she jerked against him. Aegon glanced down and saw her pretty little toes curl into the bed.
“Good girl, ñuha hunītsos. Whatever is the matter?” He asked, his voice low, crooning softly to her like the skittish little rabbit he had named her. Abby whined and her feet pressed against his shins, tangling their legs, and the smile across his face grew. “Use your words,” he murmured against her temple. “Tell me what it is that has you so distraught?” His voice was low and soft, slow and soothing, and he relished in the way his words made her squirm against him. He felt a stirring in himself and instinctively his hips pressed against the bare curve of her ass, his palm hot and fingers spread across her soft belly. Aegon pressed her closer and his own eyes went half lidded as Abby’s fluttered.
“Please,” she whispered in a breathless tremble. Her pink tongue darted out to lick along her bitten mouth and he leaned down to brush his own against hers. He couldn’t help himself. There was no hesitation to slide his tongue along hers the moment their mouths met. The way her own was languid and needy all at once, the way he swallowed her exhales and she his. She tasted of plum cider and berry tarts from supper, the merest hint of copper from the blood on her ripe lips. “Please,” she said when they broke apart, and the hand that was not still between her thighs came up to cup his cheek.
Aegon did not flinch at the contact. No, there was never a reason to flinch at her hands touching his face. Instead, he nuzzled into the cool touch of her palm and nosed at the curve of it, desiring to taste her fingers, to nibble and drag his teeth along her wrist where her heartbeat lay.
“Tell me what you wish for, Abrogail,” he told her, his eyes fixed on hers, the gentle cadence of her full name on his tongue as familiar to him as his own. The logs in the fire popped and he watched her throat bob as she swallowed. Don’t tell me to leave, he silently begged. Let me adore you, let me touch you, let me taste and have you, let me know it’s alright.
“Please.” A third time. Songs said wishes needed to be said three times. “Let me be the only one you touch this way. Aegon? If you want to have me, let it only be me.”
I’ve never asked for anything from you, Aegon.
Aegon’s heart thudded as loud as a war drum, so loud he swore that it was echoing in the room. His eyes searched her face and she was guileless, as always, soft and pliant against him and he could see the way her own heavy lidded gaze searched his. A soft exhale escaped him when she pressed against him of her own volition this time, the fabric of his breeches all that separated his hardening cock from the curve of her ass.
I loved a maid as fair as autumn, with sunset in her hair. His Maiden, shivering from arousal, for a peak not yet reached, begging for him and begging to be his only. His Abby never asked for anything, and yet she asked for this. This one thing that people like them should never expect, never want.
“Should I be faithful to you,” he murmured with his mouth pressed against the soft pad of flesh at the base of her thumb, “my darling hunītsos, I can have you however I desire?” He had a thousand fantasies of how he’d take her. In her bed, in his, on the back of Sunfyre, in the solar, in the stables, the stairwell… and yet this moment gave birth to a thousand more and he was breathless with it.
His sharp teeth nipped at her palm and Abby jerked, the softest and most surprised giggle escaping her. Aegon couldn’t help but smile at the innocently playful sound and he pressed a kiss to her lifeline.
“Yes, you may,” she whispered. “Mo realta geal.” Aegon blinked in surprise at the foreign words, and it took him longer than he’d admit to realize she’d spoken the Riverlands tongue he hadn’t heard from her in years. Abby’s voice was such a blend of the lilt of her home and the accent of the Keep that he’d long stopped registering it, but the words that flowed from her, musical and light, brought it rushing back.
“What does that mean?” he asked, and she giggled softly, teeth scraping against her lower lip. “You’re not going to tell me?” Abby shook her head, a soft sound in the negative, and squealed when he snapped his teeth against her hand with a low growl. Aegon watched in fascination as the bite and growl had Abby’s answering squeals taper off into strangled moans, and he felt her body shudder and press tightly back, wriggling and shivering. The tugging low in his gut went straight to his cock and his fingers pressed against her belly to hold her in place while he rubbed himself against her backside.
Abby shivered and he felt her toes curl again against his calves. “A-aeg… please.” A strangled whimper, her eyes fluttering and face flushing a deeper shade of red that matched her hair.
“Please?” he asked, his fingers resuming the lazy touch along the petal soft underside of her breast, and his other hand stroked down her stomach to the soft skin above the thatch of red curls. Louder, Abby cried, and he leaned down to capture it before it could get too away from her. Her sounds belonged to him and him alone, and he wanted to taste them and see if they were as sweet as her penchant for all sweet things. “Touch you here?” He wasn’t really asking at all. Aegon stroked the back of his fingertips over her damp curls where her own fingers rested and shifted his mouth to drag his tongue along the bead of sweat coursing down her throat and took a taste of her pulse.
Her answering moan was all that he needed to finally join her fingers. He relished the way her body went taut and her back bowed, how violently she shook with the first experimental stroke of his middle finger skating feather soft over that bundle of nerves she’d been struggling with. His calloused fingers squeezed her breast soft in his palm, thumb swiping over the pebbled peak. Aegon swore he could see the way her blush bloomed like spring across her belly when he looked down to their hands, begging for him to drag his tongue across the clenching curve and the beads of sweat that gathered.
Aegon’s middle finger caressed further down, gliding through her slick folds and over her fluttering entrance to find a soft ridge of skin. Her maidenhead was still intact. The sound that escaped him was something he’d never felt before; the growl he made felt like it belonged to Sunfyre more than he.
His. That fragile bit of skin, that most intimate part of her that belonged to him. He imagined the little streak of crimson smeared on his cock while she writhed beneath and he throbbed painfully in anticipation.
Not tonight. He wanted to take care of her tonight. For now, he focused on his touch. The sound was just as wet and obscene as he’d imagined, the touch of her cunt wet and soft. “Are you going to help me, hunītsos? Tell me what you like.”
Abby whimpered and her hips rolled into his hand through clear instinct and she turned her face into his cheek. He hushed her softly, but not truly meaning it, for he wanted to hear every sound that escaped her so he could learn how to pluck her properly. “Or do you not know what you like, hm?” He kissed her nose and the curve of her cupid’s bow with soft, innocent pecks. “Is that why I didn’t see you peak?”
“I can’t… it’s too much,” she choked out, and her slick fingers gripped the wrist of his exploring hand. He could feel how the skin had wrinkled from how long she’d been working herself. He crooned wordlessly to her and licked along her quivering mouth, twisting his own hand to take hers and twine their fingers together, the back of her hand pressed into his palm.
Poor little thing. She could not have much of an idea of what she was doing if she had not been able to make herself come.There was the warm swell of pride in his chest that she’d never know pleasure that wasn’t by his hands and his mouth, and eventually his cock. That he’d get to do this for her, to treasure her this way, to make her feel the way no one else could ever hope.
Aegon hummed against her mouth briefly before lifting his head and taking a look at the way she was laid out before him. Her thin nightgown was gathered up beneath her arms and useless in covering any part of her and his own heated skin felt like too much. He still had his boots, and the weight of the dagger inside was still there.
Regretfully, Aegon pulled his hand away and the frantic whine that escaped her made him grin and nip at her nose.
“Come back,” she pouted, so very unlike her, and reached for him. The possessive feeling inside of his chest, that tender place where Sunfyre curled inside of him, flared hot and warm at her need for him - him and no one else.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, stroking his wet finger along her lip before he pulled away further so he could sit up. Her head lay on the mattress, the golden red halo of hair that escaped her braid wild around her face and she gazed up at him. Abby was a vision. He could see her shaking from how strong her arousal was, the spray of goosebumps along her skin, how achingly taut her pretty pink nipples were. Her hands reached for his shirt and he grinned, lifting his arms to reach back and pull his shirt over his head and tossed it to some other place that didn’t matter.
Immediately, her hands pressed against his belly. He’d regained some of his muscle since Cole had been putting him through his paces, and the lack of inordinate amounts of wine had ebbed away some of his softness. He groaned low at the feel of her slick fingers leaving streaks over his stomach and watched, mesmerized, as her hand moved down to tentatively stroke over the thick erection barely contained by his half laced breeches.
Aegon sucked in a long breath and reached out to stroke her hair back from her face while she touched him, his eyes trying to shut. But he kept his gaze focused on her face. Trembling, yes. Inexperienced, definitely. But instead of demure and fragile, hiding herself from him, his Maiden had propped herself up on an elbow and her soft face scrunched up in unrestrained curiosity. Pearly teeth bit at her lower lip and her eyes rolled up to meet his.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. In answer, his preening Abby leaned forward to press a kiss against his stomach. Aegon thought the Stranger would take him there. Thoughts of gently encouraging her to take him out and wrap her delicate fingers around him flooded his mind. How he’d tenderly guide her on how to please him, how to take him so he could rest his cock on the soft pillow of her tongue, how he’d watch her eyes as he disappeared inside her succulent mouth.
Fuck, he thought. I’ll come right now. Aegon felt like a new boy again, peaking in his breeches at the sight of a pair of tits and fluttering eyes.
The heated thrum of his blood had him thinking of taking the dagger from his boot to slice away her useless nightgown and he was going through the last threads of his restraint not to. She could keep that last beacon of her modesty, even when she was bare and open to him. Instead, Aegon moved to remove his boots and dropped them to the floor, the dagger finding a place on the side table. He nudged her aside so he could push her pillows up and then took his place reclining back against the headboard.
“Come here, ñuha hunītsos,” he commanded her. The gown fell back down when she moved over to him and uncertainty had pushed away the curiosity that lightened her features just a moment before. Her nerves were coming up and Aegon reached for her, grazing his fingers along her arms. “Only you, Abs, I promise.” Only her. He’d only touch her this way. She eased into his open arms. She was so pliable even while she trembled, exactly like a little rabbit, and it made him hungry. Gods above, he was a man starving. Before he could think better of it, Aegon reached up to the neckline of her gown and tore it in one swift, sharp motion. The sound of it giving way was as loud as the crackling fire and Abby’s beautiful eyes rounded, mouth falling open in shock and she squeaked.
“Aegon!” High pitched and barely a whisper, Abby was caught between giggling and scolding him, clutching at the torn edges of her nightgown. She was so deeply pink, she could be one of the blossoms in the garden. I want to write songs to the way you look right now. “What are you-”
He cupped her face and greedily drank from her mouth again, eager to hear and taste and feel more of those sounds from her. Eager to alleviate her nerves and to draw her back into the heavy lidded decadence she had just been in. He wouldn’t apologize for it either. Seven, he’d keep the ripped garment as a trophy, kept under his pillow to comfort him when he had only his hands for company. To pass away the endless days before she’d be in his bed every night.
Aegon drew her back in and she came into his arms, and something broke in the cage of his ribs to have her curled up against him, her breasts pressed up against his chest, every inch of her curved into his spaces, as if he were Galladon of Morne and she truly was the Maiden herself come down to love him. He’d been with women, too many to count and too much of a drunken haze to remember much, but here and now, it was seared into his memory with the boldest of color and sound and taste. To have her curled against him like this, whining and whimpering his name like a prayer made him drunker than his favored arbor red.
A final, tender kiss, and Aegon regretfully pulled away from the sweetness of her mouth to gently turn her so she was sitting in his lap. The gown had been lost and she was naked in his arms when he coaxed her to lean back. Her pert ass fit against his nearly painful erection, and her head rested back on his shoulder. “Relax,” he told her while he watched the way his splayed fingers encompassed her thighs and coaxed them apart to hook on either side of his slightly bent legs. He did not want to have her closing them during this. Aegon wanted her open for him.
“Fuck,” he muttered for the countless time against her shoulder and laved his tongue along the salty taste of her skin before pressing reassuring kisses against the trail. Abby squirmed, her hands coming up to cover herself and he let her have it for the moment. There was no harm in it, and it brought him such joy to see the way her delicate fingers spanned the soft weight of her breasts. “You’re so beautiful. Such a good girl.”
Abby gulped for air and nodded. “I try so hard.” He smiled against the curve of her shoulder and watched his fingers stroke along the damp, sensitive skin of her thighs.
“I know you do. You try so hard at everything. Let me do this for you, Abby. But you have to promise me something.”
“A-anything. Anything, Aegon.” So trusting. So fucking trusting and he swore he would be worthy of this unyielding faith she had in him.
“You told me you never asked me for anything-” She made a sound and moved to turn, but he bit down into the softness of her shoulder and instead she cried out in shock, in pleasure, maybe a light bit of pain. In the carriage, she has made the softest of moans when he’d tugged her hair, and the way her skin flushed when he cupped the fragile curve of her neck had heated his blood and made him curious what hidden desires he might coax from his hunītsos. His wanton little rabbit who desired him with such bright eyed eagerness, without fear or hesitation. Aegon soothed the bite with a kiss before continuing. “But I want you to ask me for more, to tell me when something feels good. I only desire your pleasure. Let me do this for you.”
Abby met his eyes then, and he could barely make out the beautiful blue in how blown her pupils were. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered and it sounded like a prayer, it sounded like relief as she sagged into his body, and when Aegon pressed his middle and ring finger against her mouth, she opened up and greedily sucked them down with the lingering taste of her clinging to his skin. His other arm held her close to him and he dragged his fingertips slowly up and down the center of her body, from between her pert breasts down her along the clenching muscles of her belly. The sound of her mouth went straight to his cock and Aegon carefully shifted against her ass to keep his own peak at bay. Slowly, he drew his fingers away and he didn’t hesitate to finally drag them once more between her folds. The sight of watching his hand there, against her curls twisted something deep inside of him that had his head spinning.
Abby was soaking. He could already feel the dampness running onto the front of his breeches and he let out a low, long moan of his own. “You sound like the heavens,” he told her with his mouth against the shell of her ear, tongue licking against the soft skin. Aegon took his time simply relishing in the way she felt, exploring the shape of her before he mercifully began to stroke his fingers against the bundle of nerves she struggled so much with. Abby let out a strangled cry and her body arched, but he held her tight, the same way he did when she tried to move too much on Sunfyre; to hold her close against him so the feel of her could sear into his skin, so she could feel the pounding of his heart in tune with hers.
“More,” she whispered in a strangled voice, and the curl of his grin was a feral thing against the shell of her ear. Her hips rolled into his touch even with the way he held her steady and the whine she made was a heady thing. “Too much,” she said almost immediately after the words spilled. He laughed and continued the steady rhythm of circling that precious spot.
“More and too much,” he teased, and Abby tried to arch again when he tapped gently, the sound of it soft and slick. Her toes spread out as her heels pressed frantically into the bed and he could feel the way she shook beneath his touch. Vibrating and threatening to fall. “You must have worked your poor little cunt for so very long to be this close already.” Aegon’s cock was aching. He felt like his balls would burst and if he couldn’t bury himself inside of her. He wanted to decorate her with his spend and trace it across her fire-touched skin.
Aegon kept the pace, fingers steadily increasing the pressure on that aching clit of hers. Slowly, his hand rose from where he pressed it against her belly to cup the breast he’d teased before. He barely had the time to relish the weight of it before the swipe of his fingers against that tightly pebbled nipple sent her falling over the edge, a cry so loud he had to quickly clap his hand over her gaping mouth so as not to alert her brother in the next room. It did little to stop her. If anything, Abby whined louder, shuddering against his body, her hips rolling up into his hand in a clear seeking motion. It was enchanting, a heady thing more intoxicating than the finest red wine, or her sweet ciders that he favored lately.
“Lykirī,” he commanded her and in response, Abby’s teeth caught on his fingers and nipped sharply. An amused laugh vibrated through him and puffed against her curls and Aegon slapped her cunt, his own teeth catching along the smooth column of her neck. Fingers now two knuckles deep in her warm mouth, he had to hook his leg around one of hers to keep her from squirming away. “I won’t leave you without seeing how you take me,” he promised. Warned, truly, while he pressed warm, wet kisses along the curve of her shoulder. He was pulsing against the curve of her ass, unable to help the roll of his hips up to try ease the ache.
Aegon’s middle finger traced her still fluttering entrance and gently, carefully, oh so tenderly, he pressed the blunt tip of his finger in. Her first peak would make it easier, but he was barely to the second knuckle before he bit down on the curve of her shoulder and let out a low groan.
Abby was a vice, tight and warm, and all he could think was ‘how the fuck am I going to fit?’
He needed to stop for his own self, for her to get used to the intrusion. Aegon was left gasping against her skin and trying to tell himself he couldn’t sink in all the way, that he couldn’t add a second digit and feel her stretch and whine. He didn’t want to hurt her. No, Aegon wanted to show her the pleasure she would find with him, in his arms, in their marriage bed. Abby choked around his fingers, pulling them from her mouth with a gasp, strings of spit connecting his hand to her swollen lips.
“Feels… feels… good.. You’re so good… to me…” she panted, and something warm and bright bloomed within his chest at her praise. Aegon’s finger pressed deeper and she rolled her hips up and he felt her arm squirm awkwardly between them, but he was too distracted by the warm vice of her body until he felt her soft hand over the hardness of him. He gasped and his own fragile whimper tore from him. Unbidden and instinctive, he rubbed his mouth against her shoulder and felt his vision going hazy and spotty. Aegon’s hips rolled up into her hand, wanting to bare himself to her and let her play and explore, but he realized that just as he had snared her into him, she had done the same. “For me?” she asked, and Aegon thought he was going to die. Another whimper, a choked gasp of laughter as he slowly sunk in as far as he could.
“Always,” he promised her. Her fingers squirmed and when she moved her body to give herself more room, it forced herself to ride his finger, which in turn made her tremble and shake. Abby’s petite grasp was scrambling against the half undone laces and Aegon’s hand moved with her body to help her work her hips against him. Her arousal was dripping onto his hand, the wet sound of their joining nearly better than the little grunts and shaky mewls she made. He tried to hush her and Abby lifted his hand to suck down his fingers again to muffle her sounds.
He was going to die. Aegon was going to die in this bed, his Maiden shimmering and shining from pleasure, the last thing he’d taste and touch and see. When her fingers managed to slip inside of his half-laced breeches, cool hands against his warm flesh, he was so utterly lost. Aegon groaned, her name a mantra as he bit down into the curve of her shoulder, his finger moving more frantically inside of her, curling up to find that spot that would make her shake. He hadn’t peaked in his breeches since he was a lad, and there he was, rutting up against her hand.
It was only through his own experience that he kept going until she followed him back over the edge, crying against the gag of his fingers and little rush of damp slipping across his palm while he worked her down. The feel of her squeezing his finger, and her own hand on him, had his mind spiraling, and it was taking everything in him not to shift her body over his and thrust his cock deep into her.
Aegon lost time after that. His head had gone fuzzy and hazy and when his senses had come back, his arms were wrapped around her. Abby had turned against him enough that she could press her face into his neck, and with heavy lidded eyes, Aegon watched her look at the way her own hand glistened with him.
Tentatively, Abby lifted her hand to her mouth and the tip of her tongue darted out to lick him from her finger.
He had died. Aegon Targaryen had died bringing his betrothed her first peaks, and came with just a touch of her hand like a kitling. Now he was in the afterlife, watching her savor the taste of him, smelling like bergamot and sugar, of sunshine and musk.
“You’re…” Aegon’s words trailed off and he nosed against her, licking his way into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue. He had no words for what he felt. Her hands reached into his hair to tug and bury those messy fingers and Aegon didn’t care. His own hand, covered in her, stroked along her hip and hauled her closer to him, her breasts crushed against his chest, nipples dragging against his skin. Blindly, he reached for his discarded shirt and when they broke away, Aegon shifted them so he could slide his shirt over her head and do up the laces.
Abby was heavy limbed and flushed, the ocean blue of her eyes glittering beneath her drooping eyelids. She was a mess, and so was he, and had this been any other time, he’d order them a bath and fresh sheets. He’d cuddle her in the steaming heat of the water and see how quickly he could make her shatter, and guide her in the desperate dance she clearly was eager for.
For now, it was a secret thing. Something sacred, maybe holy.
Aegon knew nothing except that Abby was yawning and burrowing into his chest and he could do nothing but stroke her sweaty curls from her cheeks and press kisses against her freckles. The night was long ahead of them. There would be enough time to leave.
Not even his mother could tear him from her arms right now.
[Chapter Nine]
#fic: the maiden and the drowning boy#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii targaryen fic#aegon ii targaryen fanfic#aegon targaryen#aegon x oc#aegon ii targaryen x oc#hotd#hotd fic#hotd fanfic#house strong#aegon x abby
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Fic about Eddie with inspo from the song 18 by Anarbor 😉
DID YOU SEE THAT TIK TOK TOO OMGGGGGGGGG
This is my dream. hold on, this was literally Justin and I LMAO
Warning: spiciness lmao
This is way longer than I intended but I am so in love with it. Don't ask me why this took SO LONG TO WRITE.
"Happy birthday, princess." Looking up from my lunch, I spot Eddie Munson standing over my shoulder with a small smile, one daisy between his fingertips. The girls at my table snicker under their breath, my cheeks warming and I reach out to take it from him, our fingertips touching briefly.
I stutter a bit, looking back at the girls at my table, their eyes widening in annoyance at Eddie's presence. With a huff, I stand up from the table, wrapping my fingers around his upper arm to pull him away from my lunch table. I can feel the basketball team's eyes on me, along with the cheerleaders I just abandoned, their gazes judgmental and scrutinizing.
"Where we going?" Eddie asks with a laugh as he stumbles behind me, capturing my hand in his as he tugs me into the janitorial closet. He presses me against the door without a second to think, his eyes fluttering across my expression with a soft smile. "Did I embarrass you?" He teases, nose nudging against mine as I hold the daisy between us. "Don't want your cheer friends to see you with the local freak?"
"Stop." I shove him lightly, hating when he talks so negatively of himself. "I just can't handle their judging." I huff, hands resting against his chest as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. The silence is comfortable as my eyes flutter shut, my forehead leaning to rest on his chest.
"Welcome to adulthood, kid." He whispers against my hairline, lifting his hand up to cup my jaw, his lips finding mine as I smile, loving the feeling of his lips against mine. It had been a week or two since we've had a moment to be together and the last time was him sneaking into my bedroom late at night so my dad didn't find out.
It had been my best kept secret.
From my parents, my friends in cheer and the basketball team, and from anyone and everyone who knows me. I'm sure it would've rattled the world to learn that the twenty year old, repeat senior was seeing an almost eighteen year old girl. So now that I'm eighteen and have the right to whatever I want- whoever I want- I'm going to make the best of it.
"Eddie-" I whisper, pushing him away from me as he groans, his hands moving to rest on the door beside my head, caging me in.
"C'mon. Been waiting for this day for like a month now." His voice is pathetically close to a whimper, breathy and needy as his eyes search through mine. "Got you a pretty flower and everything. Just wanted to congratulate my girl on her special day." He hums, so sweet and kind as I roll my eyes playfully.
"My father would kill you if he found out about us." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck as his nose scrunches, shoulders shrugging and his hands dip lower on my back, resting on the curve of my ass.
"I'm not afraid of the big bad Mayor of Hawkins." He chuckles, pecking my lips lovingly as my thighs clench, loving the feeling of his body against mine, his lips lingering a bit as he whispers. "Plus, that's the fun of it. Daddy's girl with daddy issues, screwing the town bad boy. I can't think of a better way to piss off your parents." I tug on his hair playfully, watching him roll his eyes. "Let me take you out tonight. We can go back to my place after, celebrate your new found freedom of adulthood." My heart wants nothing more than to agree, to allow him to take me out and take me home, solidifying whatever our relationship or friendship has been for the last few months.
You could only have so much fun sneaking around.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" I quiz with a smirk, his cheeks flushing as he leans down to rest his forehead on my shoulder. "How chivalrous." My fingers brush through his hair as I giggle at him, loving how he goes from bad-boy with tattoos, to a big softie in the matter of minutes.
"I'll pick you up at 8." He says in a hushed voice, leaning up to capture my lips in a heated kiss, my lips instinctively parting to accommodate him.
"I'll be waiting."
My hands soothe over my dress as I sit on my front steps, anxiously watching the cars pass as I wait for Eddie to pull up. Anxious butterflies flutter in my stomach as I listen to the familiar roar of his engine but the door opening behind me has my stomach dropping.
"Where you off to, sweetheart?" My dad stands with his hands on his hips, looking down at me with a confused expression, his frown deepening as he watches Eddie pull into the driveway.
"Off to celebrate my birthday with a friend." My thumb juts back to the van as my father sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and I cringe. "He's fine, dad. Brought me a flower and everything as a happy birthday." I lean on my tippy toes to press a kiss to my dads cheek before giving him thumbs up, backing away slowly towards the van.
"You like him?" My father asks, heat creeping up my neck as I clear my throat, my head craning back to look at Eddie as he sends me a small wave.
"A lot."
The drive back to Eddie's house is full of laughter and fleeting glances, his eyes seemingly stuck on the bare skin of my thighs and the way my freshly manicured nails looks against my soft skin.
"After you, m'lady." Eddie holds the trailer door open for me as I slip under his arm, a bright smile spreading across my lips at the sight of the clean and tidy trailer- the first time it's ever been clean. "Yeah, I may have went a bit overboard." He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"It's great, Eddie, seriously." His fingers slip between mine, holding me closely as he leads me down the hall and towards his bedroom as my stomach swirls. Typically we'd be stumbling through here, tangled up in another, eyes barely open enough to take a look at his place. But now looking around, it's so cute to think of him cleaning it for me, to prepare for my arrival.
"So, don't laugh." He looks back at me nervously as he pushes his bedroom door open, revealing a beautiful sight.
"Wow." I whisper, stepping past him and into his room, in complete awe of the set up he created. There's a few candles scattered around the room, the blinds pulled shut and there's a few take out containers from KFC sitting in the middle of the bed.
"Happy birthday." He whispers behind me, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my head as my heart aches. I spin in his grasp, lifting onto my tippy toes to press my lips against his. He lets out a noise of surprise, his hands snaking around my waist as he hums against me.
"Can I tell you something?" I ask against his lips, leaning away from him as his forehead rests against mine. His eyes don't open quite yet, giving me the time to look at his peaceful expression.
"You can tell me anything." He whispers, pecking my lips once more as he leads me back towards the bed. I let him sit me down on the edge as I bite at my lip, nerves running through me as I try to articulate all of the feelings I've felt for him all day.
"I think I'm in love with you."
Silence...
A few beats go by, his eyes blinking a few times as his lips part in shock. My heart pounds against my chest as I try my best to swallow my pride, preparing myself for the worst. He looks genuinely confused and shocked, clearing his throat as he laughs anxiously.
"You are not in love with me." He mutters, shaking his head with an unconvinced look, his brows pulling together in denial.
"You don't know enough about me to say that." I clear my throat, my stomach aching painfully at the thought of him rejecting me after all this time of fucking and kissing and sharing our feelings; it would all be bullshit and for what?
"You don't know me well enough to claim you're in love with me." He whispers, reaching out to rest his hand on my thigh but I give him a stern shrug, holding my ground. "Fine, then tell me, what is it about me that you love so much? My hair, the hot tats?" He jokes but I reach into my sweater pocket, pulling out the flower that he so graciously gifted me earlier. His eyes soften at the sight of the flower, his lips fanning out into a pretty smile.
"You got me a daisy." I whisper, softly sighing as I set it down between us. "It's my favorite flower." His eyes widen in surprise at my confession, not even realizing that it meant that much to me but that's what happens when you get a girl flowers, right?
It means more than they think it does.
"That's all a guys gotta do to get the lovely lady's attention?" He laughs, scooting a bit closer to me as his cheeks warm, fingers brushing against my thigh as his fingers tangle with mine. There's no sense of ridicule in his eyes at my confession of love, just bashfulness and genuine affection.
"And apparently play DnD and hang out with children." I add with a snort, loving the way his soft eyes look over me, wholesome and teasing. "Speaking of which, you should teach me how to play." I offer, catching his attention as his jaw drops slightly, doing a double take from my words before stuttering.
"Y-You wanna learn how to play Dungeons and Dragons? You?" He asks, deadpanned with a shocked scoff and he raises a shaky finger to point at me. I just give him a slight nod with a smile. "Well, fuck, maybe I'm in love with you too." I erupt in a fit of giggles as he pulls me towards him, guiding me to sit down on his lap with a wide grin.
"Yes, you gotta teach me. Especially if you're gonna ask me to be your girlfriend." His smile grows at my offer, head bobbing in a reassuring nod and I let myself relax into him. My arms wrap around his neck, securing myself on his lap as his hands travel south, pulling me flush against him. He comes close to me, lips brushing against mine as he whispers.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard for that comment, I hope you know that." My thighs clench around him, heart melting but I don't let my confidence falter, giving him a taste of his own medicine after all of the teasing and all of the control he's had.
"With or without the cuffs hanging on your door?" I ask, watching as his eyes widen briefly, tongue skimming out over his lips as he groans under his breath. "We could take turns."
"Fuck." He moans, hips jumping into mine as I laugh menacingly, pushing him back onto the bed as another thought pops into my head with a gasp.
"Maybe you'll even let me wear the rings." In a seconds notice, I'm on my back, Eddie's necklace dangling over me as his hair frames his face handsomely. He pecks my lips once before traveling down my cheek and down to my neck, drawling breathy whimpers from me.
"I'm gonna wreck you."
"All bark, no bite, Eds."
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Sunday | Week In Review VIII
This week's Sunday in review is sponsored by your local Farmer's Market sugared doughnuts, proudly provided by @secretelephanttattoo IYKYK 🍩
Hope everyone had a good week this week! 🙌 Tumblr is still doing it's thing with it's notifications in my activity tab. It's mostly just full of likes and some mentions (I still come across a couple on my dash I wasn't notified of), but mostly it's affecting reblogs. Anyway, if you have something you think I'd be interested in seeing or want to share - feel free to send me an Ask/DM or tag me!
Light reading week again, but it's not to say it wasn't filled with some gems!
T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .
Happy Birthday (Joel)
W H A T I R E A D . . .
Grocery List (Frankie)
by @frenchiereading
I'm a sucker for domestic fluff and even more so when it stems from the Shared Breaths universe 💕 - not going to spoil this one if you haven't read the main series (which I will always shout out) - but there's a broccoli recipe here that still makes my mouth water when I think about it and I really want to try making it (if only I could conjure Frankie just as easily)
You’re Perfect for Me (Marcus P.)
by @boliv-jenta
The Marcus Pike thots were out in full effect this week and it started for me with this little one shot. Marcus needing some help unwinding from a tough day? Sign me up!
machine wash warm (Marcus P.)
by @idolatrybarbie
some more domesticity, this time from our boy Marcus (he's made for it really) and while short, it doesn't skimp on the feelings and a man who will wash your bedding and deal with the fitted sheet? Yes please!
Delta Landscaping | Chapter 6: Jeeps, Texts, and Sliders (Triple Frontier)
by @rhoorl
This series has be in a permanent choke hold and I'll eat up anything Jess puts out (have you checked out her Dieter series and her Frankie one shot, because you should!) and this series is the gift that keeps on giving and helps satisfy my Will Miller thots. This weeks installment is no different - we've got tensions building with Will and Katie, Benny and his big brother relationship with Connor, Santiago being Santiago and David living his best life (I want to be his bestie). Hands down one of the best things to come from thots over the Delta boys clearing Reader's garden in @goodwithcheese's 'Layover Series' (which you should read too)
The House (Jack)
by @gemmahale
I was so happy to get started on this series this week! The week took a left turn and I couldn't devour the rest of it as I wanted, but this is on the docket to catch with this week! It's full of intrigue and mystery and that's just the first chapter! I can't wait to see how this plays out with Andrea getting reacquainted with her grandfathers property and the history it holds.
glass (Marcus P.)
by @idolatrybarbie
I could be bias because this was written based on the prompts I sent over for Bea's fifty follower celebration, but it doesn't need that, because it's so good all in on it's own! We've got fluff, we've got Marcus (did I mention it's Marcus?), we've got some spice and we've got action! I'm never one to pressure authors to write fanfics, but if Bea were ever to expand on this I'd be all over it.
Butter (Joel)
by fuckyeahdindjardin
A happy birthday celebration for our main man Joel Miller was more of a gift to us I think. This is so incredibly sweet (pun fully intended) and was just a delight to read that had me squealing all the way through with it's toe curling pure fluff at it's best. In need of a birthday cake to bring home Joel comes across Reader closing up for the night and in exchange for fixing her shutter, she bakes him a cake. Don't sleep on this one!
What Do We Have Here (Javier P.)
by @secretelephanttattoo
El treated us twice this week! Now I'm still behind on Narcos (hey, I managed an extra episode this week, now a staggering five and a half episodes in!), but even if you didn't have a clue who Elisa was, the spiciness of this fic would soon make up for it! I also learnt a new word, epaulettes. Smut and education in one fanfic? What more can you ask for?
Headshots (Marcus P.)
by @secretelephanttattoo
Okay, the second of El's offerings this week? Not only has she been bringing the Marcus thots this week, but the fluff too! Imagine showing up to the FBI headquarters to take head shots for the agents and running into Marcus Pike multiple times over the course of a week? Wait, you don't have to! El has crafted it for us and I hear there may be a second part (series?) in the works!
Hypothermia (Joel)
by @morallyinept
I am the worst camper, so much so Joel Miller would probably leave my sorry ass for the clickers after the grief he'd have with me. But I hope that would be after I get to snuggle up to him for just warmth...
M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .
I had some interesting confessions in my Ask Inbox: Joel Thots + Oscar's Cupcakes
All of @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheets's mood boards, because they are all a mooood and a delicious delight for the eyes
The Gif™️ thots were out in full force
Maggie getting the Marcus Pike Puddles going with pancakes and cuddles visuals
Will Miller visual thots, I don't need an excuse to enjoy this over and over again.
B R O U G H T T H E J O Y . . .
How well and truly this community is so lovely - I had a really shitty day at work yesterday and by time I logged in later that night I had some wonderful messages, tags and mentions from absolutely amazing people. I can't even remember how I stumbled back onto Tumblr, but I'm so glad I did. This space really can feel like you're shouting into the abyss sometimes, but sometimes you get a response back with a 'my thots too' and you start to build your own little community.
I think I mentioned it the other day, but likes and numbers really won't hold their value. It's the reblogs with the comments, the thousand gifs/emojis or the back and forth discussions of WIP's in DM's that really make this all the worthwhile.
And also a Costco sized container of pico de gallo... it's about balance friends. But seriously, I've pushed the limits of what I can put it on this week.
T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .
This week's song is brought to us by my Chiffon feels as I got back into writing for Dieter x Bryony and this song is very them coded...
Hope everyone is having a fabulous Sunday, whatever it is you're doing and I wish you all a great week ahead! 💕
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Hello fellow Eddie Munson fanatics! I finally got around to making a Masterlists for my Fanfics! Please check them out! And as always if you like please let me know and re-blog !Thanks Friends ❤️❤️
Beauty and the Freak
Veronica Montgomery's life fell apart after tragedy struck her family and now she's trying to pick up the pieces . After her mother remarried, Veronica finds herself in a new town, at a new school for her Senior year of High School. Little did she know her life was about to change again the second she was paired up with the town outcast Eddie Munson. Her life would never be the same.
Warning- Mature content- there are parts of this story that get quite spicy so if you are not looking for spice turn back now! Spicy stories will be marked 🌶️
Disclaimer-
This is a fanfic with some of the Gang from Stranger Things.
In this Hawkins Eddie doesn't die(Yay!)
There is no Upside Down
There is some crude language and some crude jokes/humor
There is also drinking and drug use in some parts of this story
Also, I am not a professional writer, there may be errors ,just writing for fun, I hope you enjoy!
If you enjoy the story please let me know! Share this story with your friends! I welcome feedback, but please be easy on me, it's my first time ok😉
If my work isn't quite your thing no worries please don't be mean and just keep scrolling
The first day of school
Get to know you
Study Buddies
Harrington
True Feelings
First Date🌶️
Late Night Visitor 🌶️
Sick Day
18th Birthday
First time🌶️
Dungeon Master 🌶️
Busted
Pep rally
Birthday Boy🌶️
The Break Up
Sweet ink
Harrington’s Party
Let’s play a game🌶️
Jake
Corroded Coffin
Big News
Battle of the Bands
Wayne
Girls night
The prom🌶️
Talent Show
Last day of School
Graduation day
Graduation - part 2
After Party🌶️
The Campout🌶️
The campaign 🌶️
Our last trip -part one🌶️
Our last trip -part two🌶️
Our last trip - part three🌶️
High and Dry🌶️
Perfect
The Promise 🌶️
MADE FOR YOU - SEQUEL TO BEAUTY AND THE FREAK
Move in day🌶️
The Phone Call🌶️
Unexpected Visitor
Trick or Treat🌶️
Happy Anniversary 🌶️
Lunch Date
A day in the life🌶️
The Test
Thanksgiving 🌶️
Christmas Lights
Snowed in at Christmas 🌶️
New Years Eve🌶️
You were a bad boy🌶️
Bump
Please, Baby?🌶️
Link to- Random thoughts and one shots❤️
Housemates:
Roommates -Coffee shop Steve Harrington and Bartender Eddie Munson
Part one - Steve
Part two - Mackenzie
Part three - Eddie
Part four- Move in Day
Part five- A quiet night in
P art Six- Date night
Part Seven- Hooking up 🌶️
Part Eight- Alone time🌶️
Part Nine- No secrets
Loving Mr. Munson:Dilf!Eddie x reader
I’ve got you Sweetheart
Sticky Sweet
Clearing the Air
Hawkins High Reunion-Part 1
Hawkins High Reunion-Part2
Excuse me Sir
Parental Warnings
Nothing Else Matters
Welcome Home
New Routines
Maybe it’s destiny Sweetheart
Family time
One night only
Just for us
To have and to hold Part one
To have and to hold part two
80’s mixtapes
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I Wanna Be Your Slave - Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie takes you out to celebrate your birthday, but when you surprise him, he loses his mind. Just a little.
Warnings: Mature themes but it is just a makeout, albeit a spicy one. Kissing, biting if you look hard enough, grabby hands, Eddie being weak for his beautiful girlfriend, swearing, gooeyness, food and drink mention
A/N: This is sort of set in the AU universe of Darkness At The Heart Of My Love, hence Rocksteady and Eddies uncle (you'll see)
A/N 2: This is a little indulgent piece for my beautiful, amazing partner in crime, @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ! Happy Birthday, my love!! I hope you have the most amazing day, you deserve it! Thank you so much for our friendship, for supporting me and listening to me ramble. It's an honour to be your friend and i'm getting gushy so i' going to stop now🥰
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“Eddie, you do realise someone could walk in, right?”
“Shhh, baby, I really could not fucking care right now. Look at you – fuck, how can I think about anything else now, huh?” His hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you closer even though there was no closer left. The space between you was less than a breath, the heat of his body searing into yours.
You were both in the storeroom - of all places - at Rocksteady, the bar that Eddie’s uncle Denny – his mothers brother – owned. It was a gorgeous place, the walls covered in posters and polaroids, neon signs making an ambient glow that was both cosy and welcoming. The air smelt like delicious food from Sammy’s kitchen, music constantly playing of course. It was an extension of Eddie’s trailer, the welcoming buzz of rock and metalheads that looked intimidating but were really just softies.
The soft chuckle left your throat, melting into a gentle moan when Eddie’s lips found their way to your neck, mouthing over the skin as he wound a ringed hand into your hair to tug it back, exposing more of your throat, “And if your uncle walked in? Or your aunt?” Fuck, his lips felt like heaven as they grazed over your pulse point, making what little care you were pretending to have quickly fade away.
Eddie pressed you further into the wall, his silky curls brushing against your skin, “Then I’d tell him to fuck off, because I have more important things to do, like worship my sweetheart, who looks like a goddamn goddess in my clothes on her birthday.” He let out a breath against your skin, a soft shudder running down his body, “Fuck.” He melted again, having to take a moment, hands tightening on your waist almost in restraint.
He still wasn’t over it.
You’d walked in about forty-five minutes ago, ready to celebrate your birthday with your friends, and to have a little mischief yourself. Just before you left, you’d seen Eddie’s battle vest hanging on the back of your dresser chair so… Of course, you’d slipped it on, the worn denim soft and imbued with his rich scent, pine trees and rain, a little smoky and just unmistakably him.
You loved the way it fit on your body, embracing you just as he did – and it was evident how much Eddie loved it from the second you walked into Rocksteady and the poor boy couldn’t get a full word out when he came to greet you at the door.
“Fuck baby, look at you – this is my jacket, mine and you’re – shit, it looks insane on you.”
“God, you can keep this – fuck, you can have all my clothes if it means you look like this all the time – this is mine-“
He couldn’t stop staring at you, those chocolate eyes drinking in the sight of your form wearing his clothes proudly. Not only because you looked like heaven, but because he still wasn’t over how proudly you displayed your love for him. You wore his clothes, held his hand, and kissed him in public, talked about him and his music and campaigns to anyone you met. You wore the guitar pick he’d given you on a chain with every outfit and had even made a Corroded Coffin t-shirt.
As the evening had gone on, the drinks and food and laughter with your friends, his hands were creeping further and further along your body. Trailing over your thigh, sliding across your shoulders and back, rubbing up your neck with his nails grazing your hair.
Over and over, his head slipping to your shoulder, lips mouthing over your neck whenever the others weren’t looking, until you’d gotten up to get more drinks and Eddie had followed you like a puppet on a string, at your feet, hand slipping into yours before he pulled you past the bar, down a corridor, a tiny set of steps and into the cool storeroom.
And here you were.
Pinned to the wall by your boyfriend’s hands and body, whilst he grazed his teeth along that point on your neck that had you weak at the knees and breathing his name just as your head tilted back against the wall. “I just can’t get over how fucking good you look.” He groaned into your neck, lifting his head when you tugged at his hair, “What is it, baby? Tell me what it is you want, I’ll give it you – Fuck, I’ll give you anything.” His eyes were blown out, dark like a midnight sky, locked onto you and completely, utterly yours. He was yours, always.
You slid a hand to his jaw, feeling the faint brush of stubble against your palms and you gently traced the plush shape of his lower lip with your thumb, “Kiss me, Eddie. Please.” You lifted your own eyes to his, eyes that could make you feel untethered in the middle of a storm, but also safer than anything in your entire life.
Eddie nodded faintly, his face turning soft and molten and he ducked his head to meet yours, his nose grazing the length of your own as he breathed, “I love you, so much.” Before his lips were on yours and that was where coherent thought ended.
Everything became him, his taste, the brush of his tongue to yours, the rumbles in the back of his throat that mirrored your own.
It was the way his hands grazed and gripped your body with little restraint but still with all the care in the world, like you were the most precious thing in the universe to him, even though he knew you wouldn’t break.
It was the taste of him, the feel of his body against yours, something you would recognise blind.
The beat of your hearts, falling in unison as you drowned in each other and the ever-present heat that never went away, no matter how long you had been together. It would always be there, because you were constantly learning new things about each other, falling in love a little more.
Eventually, when he had kissed you so thoroughly you almost forgot your name, you broke apart; if only because you were both gasping for breath and looking at each other with a simmering fire that meant you could have to leave your own birthday celebration earlier.
You blinked at him, before you both let out a soft little breathy laugh and you dropped your forehead against his shoulder, feeling his hand curl itself further on the back of your head.
You sucked in a deeper breath, holding it for a second before letting it go, the sound muffled against his shoulder, “At the risk of being a cliché, wow.” The soft chuckle came naturally as you slid your hands down Eddie’s back. It still never failed to amaze you how he could take your breath away – literally – with just a make out. It didn’t need to be tumbling over whatever surface was nearby with minimal clothing, sometimes it could just be the two of you drowning in each other's kisses.
Eddie hummed a similar soft chuckle into your hair, his hands now rubbing up and down your arms like a gentle come down to ground you, “At the risk of sounding like a cliché, I agree.” He grinned against your forehead, brushing his lips over the skin to plant a soft kiss between your eyebrows, “You can wear my clothes more often.”
“Eddie, you do realise I wear your clothes more than I wear my own, right?” You leant back just enough to raise an eyebrow at him, laughter clear on your face, along with the soft flush over your cheeks and your kiss-swollen lips.
Your boyfriend drunk in the sight of you with those gorgeous doe eyes, the honey rich chocolate glimmering with joy and adoration, and maybe a little bit of smugness that he made you look so ruffled up, “Hey, so you admit it then!!” He grinned, all pretty and yours, “You always denied it before and now I finally have my confession.”
You rolled your eyes with playful exasperation, giving his chest a pretend shove, “Oh, shut up, you love it. As proven just now.” You raised both eyebrows now, unable to stop the stupid grin on your lips.
Eddie matched it still, letting you push him away but his hands on your arms just pulled you with him away from the wall, close to his body because even the thought of parting, even just a few centimeters, was too much. “Oh yeah? How’d you work that one out, gorgeous?” He cocked his head in that way of his, curls bouncing around his shoulders.
Again, you mirrored him, moving so your feet were between his, gently nudging him back toward the door, “Because whenever I wear your clothes, you can’t keep your hands off of me, and you turn into a babbling, blushing mess.”
He blinked at you, cheeks indeed flushing softly even as you opened the door and the sounds of the bar came back to greet you. But then he beamed once again, shrugging lightly, “I have no shame in that, sweetheart. You know I’m always at your knees, so why would I hide it?” He ducked down to kiss your cheek, then peck your lips before pushing the door open and letting you duck under his arm.
It was your turn to flush softly as you walked out, turning to look at him, “You’re a dork, you know that?” God, you fucking loved him.
Eddie swept into a bow before looping his arm around your shoulders, “I’m your dork.” He drew you in close, kissing the top of your rumpled hair because he couldn’t stop himself, “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things au#stranger things fic#eddie munson fic#joseph quinn#darkness at the heart of my love series#kas!eddie#eddie munson au
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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 21
Author’s note: This chapter was inspired by a conversation I had with an anon months ago about taking spicy photos with Declan. So anon, if you still are around, thank you! And if you read my stories, this is for you 😁
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"Ok, you've got this, Eleanor" I say before taking a deep breath and checking myself in the mirror one last time before I leave the room.
After arriving at Declan's house and spending some time watching tv, it was time to get ready for dinner. It was time to put on the birthday dress.
I'm wearing almost no make up, and unlike when I was 18, my hair is up. The dress shows my shoulders, and Declan is always leaving kisses on them, even when they are covered. He also likes kissing my neck, so I'm hoping Roberta and Sophie are right, and seeing me like this will drive him crazy.
"Dec, are you ready?" I call from the corridor, trying to stay hidden not ruin the surprise.
"Ready and waiting for you!" he says from the living room.
"Ok. Here we go" I whisper to myself before walking in. "Happy early Christmas."
"Happy... holy mother of baby Jesus" Declan says when he sees me, his blue eyes wider than ever. "That's... You... Bloody hell, Eleanor."
"Do you like it?" I say, doing a slow twirl so he can see everything.
"I fucking love it. Is it... Is it the original one?"
"Sadly no, it isn't. My mum gave it away, but I found this one in Paris when the girls and I went to watch you play with England."
"Holy shit. It is... It is even better than I remembered. You look fucking stunning, Eleanor. Like... Wow."
"Then do you like your Christmas present?" I giggle.
"Best Christmas present ever. 100%."
"There is more, tho" I say, taking a step closer to him, his eyes still going up and down my body.
"More?" he gulps.
"Remember what you told me after visiting your youth club?"
"Oh... Oh!"
"Oh indeed" I giggle again.
"Should we skip dinner and go to my games room? I'm really hungry, but not of food" he says, smiling and looking at me in a way that sets my whole body on fire.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea, but" I say, stopping him just as he is about to lift me in the air and carry me upstairs. "I actually am hungry of food. I've been so nervous about today, about you liking the dress, that I've barely eaten."
"Yes, of course" he says. "Let's eat. We'll need the energy for what we will be doing later. Especially you, because dear Lord, Eleanor. You can't imagine all the things I want to do with you. To you."
"Am I driving you crazy?" I ask with a teasing smile.
"You are driving me insane."
"Then let's eat and don't waste our time."
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"Dec... Declan... Declan, wait a minute!" I giggle.
"If I wait a minute, I'm fucking you against that wall. Why did I choose to put my games room on the last floor of a house with a million stairs?"
"Maybe because you never thought about fucking someone on your pool table?"
"Yeah... It's definitely that. Next time any of the boys are around, I'll ask them to help me move it downstairs."
"Good. But now I need to pick something from my suitcase."
"Now? Really?"
"Yup. It's part of your present."
"Ok" he sighs.
"Wait for me upstairs, I promise I'll be quick" I say, kissing his cheek before running towards the room where I got ready.
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"How are we?" I ask when I walk into Declan's games room.
"Fucking hell, Eleanor."
"What?" I chuckle.
"Have I told you that you look bloody stunning tonight?"
"A few times, yes" I laugh.
"What are you hiding there?" he asks.
"Has Mason told you anything about what he and Roberta do when they aren't together?"
"Why does that matter now?"
"Answer me."
"They… facetime?" he shrugs.
"Yes, they do. And when they are in the mood to do what we want to do right now, but the other isn't available…"
"They... Wait. You know about the Polaroids?"
"Against my will, but I do, yes. That's why Roberta gifted me this" I say, showing him the camera I was hiding behind my back.
"No way" Declan laughs.
"She said that it will be a way to make our spicy night a bit spicier."
"It will definitely make it spicier. But are you sure you want to do it? If we lose one of those photos..."
"We won't. You have a barbecue outside, don't you?"
"I do, yes."
"Then we will burn them there tomorrow morning. Maybe take advantage of it and make ourselves some nice lunch."
"Ok. Should we start? I know I will never forget how gorgeous you look tonight, but a photo won't harm anyone" he says with a cheeky smile.
"There you go" I say, giving him the camera. "Do you want me to pose or something?"
"Show me what you've got" he says, making me laugh and taking the photo at that same moment. "Perfect."
"That's it?"
"Yep. I don't need anything else."
"Then it is my turn" I say, taking the camera. "Pose for me, Declan Rice. Look at me as if you are staring into my soul."
"That'll be easy" he replies, doing exactly what I've asked: staring into my soul and making me feel hotter than I already was. "We are keeping these."
"We definitely are" I say. "Now what?"
"Well... I promised you I was going to take that dress off you and then fuck you on the pool table. So that's what I'm going to do."
"Nothing else? What about... Fucking me against the pool table?" I ask, biting my lower lip.
"When I said fuck you on the table, I wasn't thinking about doing just one thing" he says, closing most of the space between us. "I was thinking about eating you out while you are lying on it completely naked, probably finger you too" he whispers, his hand slowly moving up and down my arm, making me feel goosebumps everywhere. Among other things. "Then I was thinking about fucking you while you still lay there. And, of course, I was also thinking about fucking you against it. That's what you wanted that day at the youth club, isn't it?"
"It is, yes" I whisper.
"Should we start with that? If we leave it for last, your knees may already be too weak and give up" he smirks.
"But are you sure you are gonna be able to do all that?" I ask with a mischievous smile.
"And more. Because I'm gonna fuck you, take photos of it, and once we are done here, I'm taking you to my room and make love to you until neither of us can take it anymore."
"I still don't believe you can do all that."
"Then I'll have to show you" he says before kissing me.
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"Good morning, your Royal Highness."
"Good morning, Declan Rice" I yawn.
"Did you sleep well? I heard you snoring."
"No, you didn't! I don't... Ouch!"
"Are you ok? What is it?"
"Moving hurts" I complain. "Everything hurts. It's like I just ran a marathon."
"What we did last night was a bit of a marathon, yes" he chuckles.
"Best marathon of my life. And best day of my life too."
"Really?" he asks, caressing my cheek.
"Really. I did not only get properly railed like Sophie would say..."
"Railed?" Declan laughs.
"Yes, railed. I got that, but I also got asked to be the girlfriend of the most amazing man I have ever met."
"The most amazing man you've ever met, uh?" he smirks.
"Indeed. He gifted me this" I say, slowly lifting my arm to show him the bracelet.
"That's a lovely gift" he says, holding my forearm while his thumb moves over the thin bracelet.
"It is. Though do you know what I liked the most about yesterday?"
"I don't, no."
"That he told me that he loves me."
"Because that's how he feels" Declan says, moving his fingers to interlace them with mine, taking our hands to his chest. To his heart. "I love you, Eleanor."
"I love you too, Dec... Ouch" I complain again when I move to kiss him.
"We need to do something about that soreness" he chuckles.
"We do, yes" I say, trying to laugh. But even that hurts.
"What if I run you a nice warm bath, uh? Would you like that?"
"With bubbles?"
"With bubbles. All the bubbles the lady wants."
"So I can sing that I'm forever blowing bubbles?"
"Yes, you can sing that" Declan laughs.
"Great" I smile. "And breakfast also sounds like a wonderful idea."
"Then I'll run you that bath, and while you are relaxing those beautiful muscles of yours in it and singing, I'll make you breakfast."
"You are boyfriend goals, Declan Rice" I giggle.
"Thank you very much, your Royal Highness" he says, kissing my forehead before leaving the bed, making me complain once again because one, I had to move and that hurts, and two, because I don't want him to leave my side. Not now, not ever.
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I'm never really sure how to sell myself, or rather garner interest to a fandom that has yet to really be established. But it's a small and wholesome group that I adore regardless. And I hope one day it will grow, because these goons have been the serotonin ride that's gotten me out of many tough spots time and time again.
I'm finally in the position to slowly migrate my stuff from KoFi onto Ao3, and the reason I'm doing so is because KoFi outside of just being tipped doesn't really assist much for writers. I've lost many one-shot series because their blogging system does not allow to track posts by calendar dates like other spaces. But that's a personal rant for another time.
That said, while I migrate my works to another site I still struggle to garner interest for some things I worked hard to write, even with having created a fandom tag for my very own family. And I know some things take time, but on the same token it still feels discouraging to a lesser degree. Namely because I'm not really sure just how to get people interested?
If you're looking for wholesome and queer to read, I would be happy to present the following:
"Happy Birthday, Rose!" is a piece dedicated to Camp Boolieve's very own plant-loving gremlin. It's short, and to the point. More or less a birthday present I wrote for Rose's player. Some minor revisions were done to this when migrating it from my KoFi page, seeing as this was written before the series concluded. Now it holds a bit more accuracy. I would recommend this one specifically if you've listened to our playthrough, as there is a reference to a very specific episode.
"Hoodie" is a canonical piece written for the sake of gay fluff. It was written either right as Camp Boolieve was ending or immediately after? Or like right before our last episode? I can't quite remember exactly, but I wanted to write an important bit of how Abel likes to take Willy's hoodies. I did have to edit some things as I was nowhere near where I was when this got written. And while it's not perfect, it's still cute enough to sate those looking for fluff. Because we do love fluff.
A more spicy tale. "Merry Christmas, I Could Care Less [Unless]" is the Christmas piece I was posting about back in November/December. My group finally helped me deliver this live back in January. They also convinced me to put it up on Ao3. So with that, I added in some spicier bits that we could not deliver on Twitch. :) This canonical piece does have some trigger warnings to it, but I'm really happy with it. It was not fun to format when transferring it over there, but it's still something I'm proud of. And it's only part one! The rest of the tale will not be delivered until later this year. I had to split it into two parts as there was no way we'd be able to read the whole thing otherwise.
So if you're looking for a longer piece with a little bit of spice, then I would gladly suggest this one. Also if you're able to count all the FOB references in this one, then I will virtually give you a cookie.
If you want a slightly less spicier version, you can listen to the stream on our VOD channel below [I am sorry in advance for the audio quality...]. But I am uh... trying to cater to getting those hits on my Ao3 stuff...
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And heck. If you like the series that much and want to check out where it all began, then boy howdy do I have a Playlist for you!
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read through this. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. I'm always so nervous to share my stuff with people outside of my comfort zone, but at the same time I'm also very eager to share it and always hope folks like what they read. So if you do take the time to read through pieces I've invested so much of myself into, I want you to know that I super appreciate you and the time you've given me. Thank you, and I love you.
-Alexander
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Happy birthday prompt night!! 🎉 could you please do 24 with Freddie Andersen?
ah, thank you! this one is very spicy and i hope you love it!!
You know your simple slight seductions spin me out of control.
He was doing this on purpose. That much you were sure of.
Before you met him, you weren’t this easy to break. Not much flustered you, so much so that some of your friends started calling you ‘Ice Queen.’ The irony that you started dating a hockey player was not lost on you.
Meeting Fredrik Andersen changed all of that for you. There was something about him that made you fold so easily, as if his fiery red hair was all it took to thaw you. He could just be sitting there and you would fall deeper for him.
He didn’t even have to try and that was one of the most frustrating parts for you. But when he was trying… frustration couldn’t begin to describe the emotions running through you as you desperately try to listen to Heather as she relays a humorous story about her kids, the gentle holiday music playing through the speakers.
When approached with the idea of going up to Wintergreen Ski Resort for an extended weekend getaway slash holiday party with the rest of the team, you jumped at the mere thought of spending even a few hours in a winter wonderland. You thought it would be enjoyable but now, you were ready to shove Freddie into the car and take him home. You knew Freddie was thinking the same thing based on the looks he was shooting you, the heat of his gaze burning more fiercely than the logs in the fireplace.
“Hey, are you alright?” Katie, Svech’s girlfriend, says, startling you out of your reverie.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Mind’s just wandering I suppose,” you reply, the half-hearted excuse out of your mouth before you could stop it.
“I get that,” Katie tells you and you both love and hate the knowing look that she shoots you after you watch her eyes flit from you to where Freddie was standing just a few feet away.
“Well,” you draw out, returning her look with a playful glare of your own, “I think I might go and hang out in the hot tub.”
“I never understood that, going in the pool in the winter,” Heather says.
“No better time to do it!” you toss back to her, downing the rest of your drink before setting it onto a vacant table and slipping out of the door into the cooled night air.
You hear splashing and familiar laughter from some of the boys and when you turn the corner, you spy them: Jesperi, Andrei, Pyotr, and Seth.
They finally notice you when you walk closer and the excited shouts that come from them makes your heart happy. It meant a lot to you that you managed to mesh so well with the rest of the team, forming some quick friendships and with the ‘younger’ guys, it became somewhat of a fun sibling dynamic between you all.
“Hey!” you hear Jesperi shout again as you step over towards the chairs where their own robes were scattered. “Are you joining us?”
“You bet I am, Moomin,” you quip, lightly laughing at the twinge of pink that appears on Jesperi’s cheeks at the nickname, before glancing around.
“Did you bring a robe or something?” Seth asks you, noticing your slight hesitance.
“Completely skipped out on that step,” you admit with a small shrug.
“Please tell me that you didn’t skip out on the bathing suit step,” he laughs and you roll your eyes.
“That much I did remember. Planned on coming even if you hooligans weren’t here already.”
“You mean you didn’t come to see our smiling faces?”
“Nah,” you reply casually, “but it’s a plus.”
Your words get a few cheers out of the boys sitting in the tub and you quickly discard your dress, revealing the bikini that you slipped on underneath before climbing up the steps to the edge of the tub. It’s Pytor that offers you a hand to keep your balance as you step into the warm welcoming waters.
“благодарю вас” you say and you smile when you see the excited grin appear on his face at your brief Russian. “I’ve picked up on a few words,” you explain as you sit down into a free space, sinking into the bubbles.
You relax, letting the boys welcome you into their previous conversation, trading quips and embarrassing stories, occasionally talking about hockey even though the point of the trip was to get away from that, and playing the ‘older sister’ role when Seth asks for dating advice. It is nice to be around them in a more relaxed environment and you find the time passing quickly.
You are leaning back, listening to the boys talk when you feel a small kiss being placed on your shoulder. You are slightly startled and turn to see Freddie standing next to the tub with a smile on his face. You return it before your eyes register the fact that he is no longer in his suit. Instead, the complimentary terrycloth robe was wrapped around his body and when you look closer, you notice another in his hand.
“Hey Fred, you coming in as well?” Drei asks as Freddie makes his way around the tub over to where your dress was casually thrown across the wooden chairs. You don’t miss the look shot in your direction as Freddie notices the fabric, a look that made heat pool both in your cheeks and in your lower stomach.
“Yeah,” he replies and your eyes stay locked to his as he takes off his robe, a sharp breath coming in as you watch his arms and shoulders move. It isn’t long before he’s walking up and slipping into the hot tub with you all before moving ever gracefully over to the vacant spot next to you.
You are slightly surprised when his arm doesn’t move to rest across the top of your shoulders like it almost always did when you two sat next to each other but you push it from your mind. The conversation continues as normal with Freddie now chiming in that it doesn’t feel like anything changed. Not until you were laughing at something Jesperi said and felt a firm hand land on the top of your thigh.
Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes connect with Freddie and he imperceptibly raises an eyebrow as if to silence you, that same hungry look in his eyes from earlier in the night coming back at full force. Your muscles clench because you fully understand what every action so far was leading to. In response, you barely widen your eyes and cock your head as if to ask him “really, here?” When your silent question is met with nothing but a cool indifferent look and you lean back into your spot next to him, his hand still perched on your skin.
And when you feel it start to creep up, inching closer to your inner thigh, your mind jumps to the thought that played in your mind earlier that night: he was doing this on purpose.
You try, desperately, not to react as Freddie’s hand slips between your thighs, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of your bikini and you most certainly cover up your gasp with a cough when he finally moves underneath the material.
There is a slight shift in your seat, legs widen a little to give him access which Freddie takes quickly as his hand moves against you, the bubbles from the tub obscuring his actions. You attempt to make it even more innocuous by resting a hand on his bicep and leaning your head against his shoulder, trying to play it as if Freddie was simply holding your other hand in your lap.
It shockingly seems to be working for a brief moment, Freddie never being so obvious in his movements, going slow which, perhaps not so inadvertently, made you even more desperate. It isn’t until your hand on his bicep tightens when he hits a particular spot do you register a small cough come from Pytor’s direction. You glance over in enough time to see him whispering something in Andrei’s ear, Drei’s eyes flickering over towards you and Freddie before he clears his own throat.
“Well, Pytor and I are going to get a drink or two at the bar before it closes for the night,” he explains, lifting his body up to a standing position.
“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Seth replies, also getting up and exiting the hot tub followed shortly by Jesperi. They are putting on their robes when Jesperi looks back towards you.
“Are you guys coming too?”
“Nah,” you reply your pitch slightly higher as a whine barely escapes your mouth. You play into it, sinking a little bit into the bubbling waters. “I don’t want to leave the warmth just yet,” you lightly pout, causing a laugh from Jesepri.
A few small goodbyes are traded and you wait until you hear the gentle woosh of the hotel lobby door closing before you are leaning back, letting the moans, whines, and whimpers that you’ve been holding back fall as Freddie increases his movements against you. It doesn’t stop until your body is stiffening, the wave crashing over you as you gasp, the cold winter air a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your body.
When the high fades and Freddie’s hand withdraws, you jolt upright and lightly smack him across the chest. His only response is laughter.
“What the fuck Fred?” you hiss, more embarrassed than truly angry. “You couldn’t have waited until later?”
“No,” comes the fast reply and before you can even register his movements, Freddie is hauling you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. “Do you know how crazy you were making me tonight? In that fucking outfit of yours? You don’t even have to fucking try.”
You can’t stop the laughter that falls from your lips and after a moment, you look to see Freddie staring at you with a question on his face.
“No, it’s just… I was sort of thinking the same thing about you tonight.”
“I was trying though,” Freddie says, revealing the truth that you had already figured.
“I know,” you laugh, leaning closer into him and finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss. You break away, relishing in the feeling of his broad hands gripping you tightly. “It was very distracting.”
“So sorry for inconveniencing you.”
#nicole writes#trinity of terror prompt night#a little bit of heat and spice for our ginger king#frederik andersen blurb#frederik andersen smut#carolina hurricanes blurb#nhl blurb#hockey blurb
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Headcanon: Artem With a Younger Sister
(Definitely not edited)
Okay. I know that officially Artem does not have any siblings (I think), but could you imagine how much sweetness there would be as the sibling of Mr. Wing, the youngest senior attorney in Stellis? Man, writing this one might make me think that I want to be his younger sister rather than a lover lol. Either way, I hope you enjoy this one!
For context, you're three years younger than Artem, so you're born in 2004. (Yeah guys. Artem was born in 2001 according to the timeline at the beginning of the game.) I'm also pulling your sibling relationship off of the Shirogane siblings in Kaguya-Sama, so there might be some parallels. (Please don't copyright me or get me in legal trouble ;-;)
(Spoiler warning because of Artem's third birthday card in the Chinese server)
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The little girl waits by the door of the classroom, trying to see her parents in the sea of people. One by one, her classmates wave her good bye, and she slowly loses hope in getting picked up today. Suddenly, in the crowd, she spots a familiar hairstyle; the young boy is slightly sweating from running as he frantically weaves through the crowd, trying to find someone. Instantly, the little girl's eyes light up, and she runs towards him.
"Artie!" she calls, her arms up and ready for him to catch her. He turns towards her and immediately catches her, picking her up. She giggles at the brief feeling of weightlessness before clinging onto her brother.
"Hey there, you little ball of energy! Did you say good bye to your teacher yet?" he greets before carrying her against his hip. Hesitantly, she shakes her head no before he walks over to the teacher by the classroom door. Setting her down, he reminds her, "What do you say then?"
"Thank you! Have a nice day, teacher!" the little girl exclaims before bowing, her brother following suit. With a bright smile on her face, the teacher bows back before the two are off walking home. He grabs his little sister's hand tightly, making sure she wasn't about to run off towards a distraction.
"Were you worried about Mom and Dad not picking you up?" he asks carefully as the two started walking on the sidewalk. The little girl nods slowly and pouts, looking at her feet kicking at the cement. Knowing that she feels slightly upset about not getting picked up, he attempts to make it up to her, "It's okay, mei mei (A/N: Chinese for little sister). I'll make sure to pick you up after my classes end; how does that sound?" He takes a step in front of her before squatting down to see her eyes. Although she tries to hide her happiness, she continues to pout her lips, but Artem can see right through her and decides to play along. "Wow, my own mei mei doesn't even want her brother around," he fake cries. "I guess I'll walk by myself."
As he fakes trudging along the sidewalk, his little sister runs up beside him and grabs his hand before trying to defend herself, "I do want ge ge (A/N: Chinese for older brother), but Mom and Dad didn't say anything about you needing to pick me up." She immediately notices her brother's face light up when she clings back onto him, and they continue walking home.
Although they are three years apart, the two siblings are very close with Artem often caring a little too much for his sister. Because of their parents' busy schedules, Artem often takes care of her even when the caretaker is there, making him an overprotective brother and her own personal bodyguard.
"Mei mei, how was your lunch today?" Artem asks, changing the topic of their conversation. When they almost approach the steps of the front porch, he suddenly remembers a detail from this morning.
"It was good!" she answers happily, making Artem's lips curve into a warm smile. "I know you cooked it though; the mapo tofu wasn't as spicy as the way our caretaker makes it." Immediately, she catches him red-handed. Although his cooking is not the best, Artem decided to cook their lunch since the caretaker wasn't feeling their best. This ended up with Artem staying in the kitchen late at night to make sure his dishes tasted good enough for his beloved little sister.
"Well I'm glad you liked it, mei mei," he responds, patting her head softly. Approaching the front door, Artem takes his set of keys out to unlock the door where his sister twists the door knob to open it. Inside, their eyes meet with two familiar backs. "You're back?" Artem asks confused as the pair starts taking off their shoes before stepping in.
"Yeah, the university let us out early for spring break, and the caretaker should take a rest," their mom answers, peeking behind her. After a quick glance at the two children, her eyes return to her hands lightly scrubbing the vegetables under the running water.
Their father silently cuts the freshly washed vegetables before he speaks up, "You two should go get cleaned up; you must be tired from school, but you must still have homework to do." With a quick glance to see the two nodding, he continues his knifework. The two siblings begin walking past them as they slowly unwind in their home.
"Mei mei, do you want to shower first?" Artem asks her as he helps her unpack her backpack. She nods before rushing to the shower. He sighs at her childness before he begins to work.
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And that's a wrap! This one is a bit shorter because of work and stuff, and I want to apologize for the bad quality; it wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but what can I expect after being so busy, right? Maybe I'll come back to redo this idea or build the characters more or something. No matter how good or bad this was, I really hope that you enjoyed this one! I'll see you in the next one!
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ok so since rollos birthday is feb 2nd and i am now declaring that amyis birthday is valentines day (i didnt give him a b-day before lmao) what if they do like a mini party for rollos birthday like a small cake and a couple gifts but for valentines day is when they go all out
like imagine them going to dinner at a rlly fancy place that amyir paid for and just having the sweetest, most romantic time
oh and also they rented a room at said hotel and had a very *rough* night which led to rollo + giles not being able to walk for like three days and being covered in hickies, bruises and scratch marks everywhere
long ask but can I actually get hcs on their *spicy* evening?
OOOOooooooooo~
I love the fact we have an official birthday for our little choir boy of the bell tower~!
As it is his very special day, let's get messy~
Rollo's birthday starts off rather mellow and simple as you mentioned, coffee bakery trip for breakfast and gifts from everyone
If this was in the Kalim Harem AU then everyone video called with him during breakfast and again right around late afternoon where the three are going to catch their dinner plans, gifts were sent by them that either came in time or will show up the next day
Though Rollo was a touch confused as to why Floyd purred "Have fun Flathead Gray Mullet~"
But nevermind that, dinner!
The place was lovely and the night sky was perfect!
Though Rollo was a touch curious as to why his lovelies text him letting him know they're here but he can't see them
Then, the lights dimmed...
Soft plucks of strings happen as a single candle fueled spot light shined to the small stage to show Giles and Amyir standing there
Then they began to dance close together, like a ballet of sorts, their story told based of their movements and while Giles sings
Giles is dressed like this-
While Amyir is dressed like this
As the temp sped up the two took the air and began to dance up there in twirls and soft smiles
As the song was coming to an end, the two landed by Rollo's table and gave him each a kiss as the restaurant's chef brings over a gourmet chocolate cake
Rollo was a bashful red mess over the surprise and the three enjoy the rest of their night so far, especially happy to see Giles showing off his wings without fear.
Then as Amyir got the bill he gave them a wink as he spoke, "How about we go to the hotel now and make the night more fun~?"
The trio were barely in the hotel room for more than a minute before hands and lips were already all over each other and clothes were decarded and forgotten on the floor
Amyir picked Rollo up and brought him to the bed like a princess being rescued, giggling at his red cheeks already
Giles and Rollo were first, Amyir just wanted to watch the two crumble in lust and passion before he tapped in.
Doesn't mean he didn't help~
Giles was panting and moaning at the feeling of Amyir touching and groping at his wings from behind, flustered as hell at Rollo's eyes of awe on him
"You like it~? Arie told Ester and Ester blabbed to me~" The demon cooed as he stared at Rollo watching as his childhood friend turned lover gets very hot and bothered over the pets of his wings that puff out and tremble
After Giles and him were done, Rollo didn't have much room to breath before Amyir already was going down on the lad much to his shock
It only got worst when the two held up two velvet fabrics to bound his hands together and cover his eyes
The sounds of the bed rocking, loud pants and moans, skin against skin, and animalistic growls were all Rollo could hear as he dives deeper and deeper into the black abyss that covered his eyes as pleasure wrecks him apart into tears
The feeling of harsh grips, scratches, bites, and smacks of his legs and buttocks was all he can feel, the bedsheets was barely even there in his mind
Rollo was now seeing white in his vision as Amyir takes him from behind a third time, legs shaking, throat hurting and voice close to hoarse with how much wails he lets escape
The next thing he remembers was waking up the next morning sore and speaking in a very soft whisper, laying beside him naked is a equally (honestly very less) bitten up Giles who smiled sleepily at him
"Morning our angel~" he giggled, rubbing the white hair on top of Rollo's head
Rollo snuggled his cheek into that warm palm and asked, "What happened last night?"
Giles giggled again, a yawn leaving bruised lips from kissing one could guess, "You passed out after round five and Amyir took you to the bath for aftercare, then he snuggled you in here, took me up to aftercare as well, then we fell asleep together."
Amyir showed up with breakfast in hands and a smile on his face as the two snuggle up together recovering from morning air and the soft sting of pain, kisses ready for who ask for them
#twisted wonderland#rollo flamm#rollo flamme#twst oc#twst amyir#giles pierre#twst giles#amyir x giles#rollo x amyir#giles x rollo#amyir x rollo x giles#spicy ramen
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Ginsei (BLST) - 2023 Birthday
Pairing: you/Hime (female reader) x Ginsei
Warnings: fluff, suggestive ( just in case, MDNI)
Word count: 786
A/N: Happy birthday Ginsei!!!! Here is my gift for you!!! You didn't come home on your bday banner but that's okay. Ilysm <3
And 'coincidences' keep happening. When I tell y'all that gin belongs to P I know I'm not crazy hahaha. P's new song is great and they released it like one day before gin's birthday. It's destiny ^^
"Girls, are you sure you don't need help?"
"Everything is under control, brother. You don't need to worry about a thing, okay? We know what we are doing!"
"Right... So I'll keep watching TV I guess..."
"Yeah, love, we'll finish this asap. I promise. Oh, by the way, before you leave, come here and taste this sauce please."
"Hmm... It's good! I didn't know you knew how to make curry!"
"Hehe, that's the power of love for you."
"Eh... I think someone is blushing."
"No, I'm not, sister. The curry is a bit spicy, that's probably it. I'll watch TV now."
"Hahaha, I can't believe that after years together he's still that shy around you."
"Haha, I know right, but I love that about him. He is so clumsy and awkward even though he is such an ikemen."
"Please stop drooling. I know my brother is hot but you don't need to remind me of that, thank you very much."
"Ooops, sorry. Let's go back to our curry then."
While you and Ginsei's older sister are cooking to celebrate his birthday, the starless boy is wondering what you two are gossiping about him.
"I hope my sister is not telling anything embarrassed. I mean, I know Hime is used to my personality by now, but still... I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe she would like to do something different on my birthday, but apparently, she is just fine cooking for me."
"Does Hime think I'm boring..."
Lost in his thoughts, Ginsei tries to focus on the TV show he is watching, waiting patiently for dinner.
After two hours of a lot of gossip and minor mistakes making the curry, dinner is ready.
"So good..."
"Did you like the tonkatsu, brother? I made it by myself!"
"Yep, everything is so good. Thank you, girls."
"Yay, I'm glad you like it. Not gonna lie that curry is not actually my specialty, so I'm glad it's edible hahah."
"Of course it is, Hime! Everything you do is always perfect!"
"Geez, brother, you are so shy but sometimes you say some really romantic stuff out of the blue. How is that even possible?"
*blushing* "Ahh... I was just being honest though."
"Aww that's so adorable, Gin! Thank you, my starless boy. I won't say no to your praises. I love when you get excited about something I did just when you just read a new script for a new play."
*speaks almost whispering* "You're way more important than any script though."
"What did you say, Gin?"
"Oh... nothing. Nothing. I think we should get going soon. My sister needs to wake up early tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, that's true. I'll do the dishes real quick."
"I can help you, Hime."
"Nooo way, it's still your birthday. Why don't you go chat with your sister, while I finish here? We already washed a lot of utensils while we were making dinner anyway."
"If you wanna work so bad, you could replace a few burned-out light bulbs in my room, brother. I wouldn't mind hehe."
"Sure, I'll help you."
Moments later...
"There, that's the last one."
"Thank you, brother. You're a lifesaver!"
"That's nothing. Don't worry."
"Hey, before you go, can I ask you something?"
"Yep."
"You are planning to thank your Hime later, right? She really made a huge effort to organize this little party."
"Of course I will. I just don't know how yet."
"Just be you, that one is such a simp. She'll like anything you do."
"Hime likes me that much, huh..."
"Yeah, Ginsei, she does. Be more confident, would you?"
"Mhm... Okay."
At Ginsei's place...
"Eh... It's sure late. I'm sorry you'll have to stay in my place, Hime. I hope you won't get late for work tomorrow. I'll definitely escort you to work."
"Hehe, no worries. It's always nice to spend the night at your place after your birthday."
"So... I was thinking on our way home... I want to thank you so... Would you like a massage? You worked all day and still managed to cook for me."
"A massage? Ohh... That's not bad. I'll accept your offer, Gin."
Ginsei then proceeds to massage you as a reward for your hard work. As you start to relax to his touch, you can't help but moan a bit when he exerts a bit more pressure on your sore shoulders. Then...
"Gin... why did you stop? It's something the matter?"
"Hime... I just can't keep going... I'm sorry, I..."
He turns your head in his direction, kissing you roughly. His tongue eagerly searching yours, desperate to taste more of you. That's now the easiest way for him to show what he usually is too shy to say out loud.
#lyn's fic#blackstar fic#blackstar theater starless fic#ginsei#gin#ginsei fic#gin fic#blackstar#blackstar theater starless
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I posted 5,240 times in 2022
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reblogging so much fanfic privately because I wanna show my gratitude to the writer but I’m a wuss,,, a little pussy boy if you will
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HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY BABEEEE *smooches you* 💖
THANK YOU BABE!!!!!! MWAH <3 💕
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Sobbing once again because my two best friends are openly discussing plans about going out or going on vacation together right in front of me and when I ask if I can come too they stop talking and don’t answer
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I was tagged by @mlmxreader and @onaiclockwork heh
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Currently reading: Das Avalon Projekt
Last song: The Sea by Sierra Ferrell
Last movie: Two/One
Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury
Currently working on: designing the characters for my graphic novel
I tag: @sabrewan @sailorbowie @junkieboyfriend @ronaldrx @annoying-astro @headlinespunk @king-trash-cryptid @gnrlkenob @richdesire @lookatyou-strawberrybun (I know I haven’t actually spoken to most of you but this is kinda fun and I’m curious)
4 notes - Posted October 19, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I was tagged by @sailorbowie for the 5 songs on repeat game hehe
1. White Room - Cream
2. The High Road - Broken Bells
3. Hermit The Frog - Marina and The Diamonds
4. Gilded Lily - Cults
5. Undiscovered First - Feist
(these are gonna change by next week trust me dkfjdk)
Tagging some moots: (you obviously don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna) @clonecaptainrex @spettrocoli @horrfilm @headlinespunk @king-trash-cryptid @sabrewan @onaiclockwork @lookatyou-strawberrybun @gnrlkenob @junkieboyfriend @richdesire
4 notes - Posted November 19, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#this is so fucking funny idk why#The way all my own posts got no notes#and are mildly depressing#crying
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