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adisillusionedauthor · 3 months

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Could you do one for Toto Wolff with wife reader where the reader takes Toto's hands and rubs a hand up and down his back to comfort him during/caressing the other’s back during the race. Thanks!!! :)

Whispers of Comfort - Toto Wolff

Requested by: Anon

Masterlist<3

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

Warning: OOC Toto, fluff, small, bad English, comfort, Hass’s car breaking

Word count: 532

Another race that started with Max being first, that by itself had already made Toto stressed, but the fact that not even 20 laps into the race and Magnussen’s tyres exploded causing him to hit the walls and hit Lewis’s car, thankfully neither of them were hurt, but we needed to take Lewis’s car back in if we wanted him to finish the race. I could see Toto’s knuckles getting white from how much force he was putting in keeping his hand closed, most likely to stop himself from exploding and screaming at Lewis for something that wasn’t his fault, slowly I walk closer to him, gently resting one hand onto his back and offering the other one for him to hold, he looked at it considering his options, he could not hold my hand but he might had ended up hurting his hand from how much force he was using, so he decided to hold my hand, much more gentler than he was holding his own, but it was visible how much just holding my hand helped, to add to the comfort list I started rubbing my hand up and down his back, being always gentle with him.

Lewis and his car reached the pit stop and while the car was getting checked over by the mechanicals me and Toto insisted on Lewis getting checked by the paramedics. We didn’t want him to continue racing today if he got hurt, thankfully they cleared him, no major injuries, just a few scrapes.

The car got cleared to go back into the race, we left it up to Lewis, if he felt like he was good to drive for the remaining of the race,his answer was to basically grab his helmet and jump back into the car, and then he was back on the race, Toto was helping George get into a higher position, at this moment George had went from the 16th place up to the 10th, which was pretty good, Lewis was climbing up the positions quickly, Toto held my hand a little tighter feeling a little anxious about today, but I have a good feeling so I look at him and give his hand a comforting squeeze, to let him know i was still here for him, he smiled gently at our intertwined hands and went back into focusing on bringing those kids to the podium, with 5 laps remaining Lewis was on 5th and George was on 6th, they were helping each other climb up. We were on the edge of the seat and the rac finally ended, Lewis and George had managed to get up to the 1st and 2nd place, it was only celebration, they brought the champagne the United Kingdom flag and we started hugging each other, Toto turned to me instantly once the checkered flag waved and he hugged me so tightly he brought me off the ground, soon enough we had hugged everyone, at the podium the boys hugged and held the trophies together, it was only celebration the whole night and the next day as well, we were all still pretty happy that we won that happiness lasted us throughout the whole week.

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bachibabe · 6 months

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

wc: 400

warnings: none <33

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

After the Titan war, after the dust has settled on the battlefield, a single thought finds itself ever present at the forefront of your brain. A single command that keeps your body moving, keeps your legs running no matter how hard they ache. Keeps your blood pumping and your heart racing. A single mission left, one you can’t fail.

You have to find him.

When Eren screamed, when you lost yourself and became a thoughtless Titan hellbent on following the new founders every command. You lost Levi. You lost your lifeblood. No matter how much you ache, no matter how terribly you just want to collapse— your body just can’t find it in itself to do so. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, pushing you, forcing you to find him. To continue on your desperate search of the barren wasteland. To search through the bodies of fallen comrades. To find your other half. To make sure he’s okay.

The moment you lay eyes on him, the moment you see him resting against that rock, a tear rolling down his cheek, a weight lifts off your shoulders. Your heart stops pounding. The food from your vision clears. Your legs carry your frame to him without thinking. You never have to think when it comes to him. At this point it feels like everything comes too easy. Loving him is easy.

Your hands find his temples, holding him. Letting you know that he is real. That you both still are. Your forehead presses against his own as your legs collapse. Finally safe. Finally with him. Tears swell in your eyes. It’s over, the story has reached its conclusion. You are free.

“You can rest now.”

Your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. You know he heard it. His arm slumps, muscles relaxing as you finally hold him. As you keep him close. As the two of you make it out of a battle for the final time together. You both live together. All of your hopes and dreams can finally be realised. All of the hardships are worth it just for this, for now. For the present— for a future where you two can grow old, for a future where the two of you can find refuge in each others souls without worry.

A future where happiness is your only worry.

#☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖ wifey notes !!#little Drabble bc I miss my husband #I want to hold him #levi ackerman #levi #levi x reader #levi x you #aot levi #snk levi #aot x reader #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan levi #aot x you #aot levi x reader #levi fluff #I didn’t edit this it’s just something I needed to get off of my chest bc I just want to comfort him and reassure him that we can be happy #‧ ₊ ˚ 📋 ⋅ ⊹ lily writes .ᐟ #‧ ₊ ˚ ☕️ ⋅ ⊹ drabbles .ᐟ

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madame-fear · 1 month

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꒰ 𝐊𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ꒱

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : how would Kuku celebrate your birthday with you? ♡

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : just fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Esteban Kukuriczka x (fem!)Reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐It’s your birthday! And your boyfriend is probably more excited than you are to celebrate it, because it’s yet another year of celebrating the fact that on a day like this, the world has been blessed with your presence.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐I have the feeling that he’s probably been organising it probably a month or two before your actual birthday. He prefers to have everything prepared beforehand, so it’s as perfect as possible.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Expect to be woken up with breakfast on bed, and tons of kisses— and of course, a softly muttered ‘happy birthday, my love’ in between kisses. At one point, Kuku will put the breakfast aside (like on a nightstand table) just to attack you with a tight embrace and more kisses.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Don’t be surprised if you receive warm birthday messages from his cast friends. He basically told everyone about your special day, and expects you to be as pampered and cherished as much as possible.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 And, since we are talking about you being pampered— I can imagine you’d get showered in gifts. From roses, to plushies, books, maybe even a bracelet or necklace with both your and his initials on it; literally you would be gifted tons of things from his part.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐^ And if you receive something that you saw, liked, and wanted while being somewhere together and didn’t tell him; don’t be surprised either if he gifts that to you. I have the feeling he’s a very observant person, especially around you, his sweet love.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐He’s organised an entire day just for the two of you to do your favourite things together, or maybe just something special to celebrate your birthday.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You would hang out together around somewhere you like— literally wherever you wish, or whichever place you enjoy being around the most. He’s taking you to anywhere you tell him to go.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Or if you prefer to stay at home, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Kuku would just organise something fun & special to do at home, filling you with all the cuddles and kisses you very well deserve. ♡

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Makes an Instagram story wishing you a happy birthday, telling you just how much he adores you eternally, and loves only you— nobody else, but you. Maybe, just maybe it’s a bit of very long message, but it’s an extremely endearing one.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 He would most definitely cook your favourite food for your birthday, and would also get you your favourite treats & cake! (if you want a birthday cake, ofc)

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐You would probably watch movies together and spend some good, loving quality time together. The entire day would be filled with kisses, hugs, cuddles, constant praising, him pampering you endlessly, and sweet birthday wishes. Kuku would adore to spoil you every single day, but you’d be particularly showered in affection for your special day. ♡

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING LOVE @luceracastro.ᐟ Today is the day we all cherish your lovely existence— you are filled with pure positivity, love, care, and are also one of the most understanding persons I ever had the fortune to meet. I can never stress enough how proud & grateful I am to be your mutual, thank you for sm everything you do and give !! 🥺 May all your days be filled with love, joy, and prosperity ♡ Have a marvellous day, mi amor! 🥳🥂💕

#esteban kukuriczka x reader #esteban kukuriczka #esteban kukuriczka fluff #esteban kukuriczka fanfic #lsdln cast #esteban kukuriczka fic #wifey lucera <33 #lucera <33 #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING BELOVED I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH 💗💗💗💗

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vanidrabbles · 5 months

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Neuvillette: Are you still mad at me?

Furina: Yes

Neuvillette: Are you going to let go of my hand?

Furina: No

#neuvillette #Furina #focallette #neuvifuri #furillette #genshin impact #incorrect genshin quotes #fontaine #// Im so sure Neuvi is both concerned as to how to make wife happy but also kind of happy she is still going to hold hand 🥺#it's like: Wifey is a bit mad but she still holds hand so she is not that mad... she is entwinning fingers; yes; not too mad to just grab #the man has a whole math thing going on to measure if Furina is too mad or just a bit annoyed aiodhaoihdoaih #Furiri is ofc just going to be annoyed for 5 seconds and it is just her wanting snuggles and not getting them right away from her husband 🥺

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blacknedsoul-blog · 3 months

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Montresor is the Bad Ending of White Raven II: Electric Bogaloo

(I had posted this as a reblog of the other one, but then I realized it gets completely lost, so I made it a separate post).

So I came back to this thought after the last few chapters where we saw several new interactions between Annabel and Montresor. So why not retrace my steps and add some new information?

I mean, yeah, yeah, Girlboss and all that. We already know that Annabel is a show woman, so turning this back into some sort of show as a demonstration of power is very much in line, but...why?

I think I have a theory, but let's take it one part at a time.

I think what these chapters have told me is that Annabel is much more aware of her similarities to Montresor than I expected.

Without going any further, he comments on it:

And can we stop at Annabel's reaction when he does?

Montresor made the wrong move, and here's the result: about to become an orb, under someone else's thumb, helpless and flailing desperately to hold on to what dignity he has left. This is what awaits her if she takes one wrong step.

And as if all of this wasn't uncomfortable enough for Annabel to contemplate, there is one last thing in this situation that, I can't help but think, terrifies her the most.

There are winners and losers in this game. Those who succeed and those who fail.

Montresor has definitely lost this game, at least for now.

And this was Lenore's face when she saw Montresor for what he really is: a pathetic, frightened charlatan with no tools other than the manipulation of his allies. And again, a loser.

I can see why Annabel would do this whole show as a way to exert power. Because she is all of those things...except the last one.

Presenting herself as a winner is, from Annabel's point of view, the only thing that keeps her from being Montresor's equal in Lenore's eyes.

A desperate pantomime that tries to draw a line.

"I'm not like him. I'm on the winning side, I can get through this, I'm not afraid. Please don't throw me away, let me prove to you that I can be useful, let me do this for you."

#nevermore webtoon #annabel lee nevermore #lenore nevermore #white raven #annabel lee whitlock #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee x lenore #lennabel #nevermore webcomic #my head Annabel wakes up every day at six o'clock in the morning singing like Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel #“My wifey neeeeds meee. Take THAT anxiety depression and possible neurodivergence!”#If I didn't know this comic was going to have four seasons I would be seriously worried about Annabel's safety #I see her jumping over the fence to get eaten by monsters during the divorce #Luckily she can't or this story would be too short #But she's still two French fries away from being a Happy Meal

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thiziri · 6 months

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Commander Tim Laurence trying to catch his chatty new bride's attention after they've just gotten married at Crathie Kirk, on 12 December 1992 🥰💕

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lovepurplequeen · 3 months

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lmao

#klay thompson #11 #baby boo #steph curry's husband #steph/klay #basketball husbands #30 #steph curry #not Klay dissing their marriage #wifey is not happy about that lmao #klay thompson's wife

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midnightrabbiinspired · 7 months

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Sensitive Souls Sukkot - Happy Relationships from Certainty! New Flow...

Real New Flows for the New Year… Happy 😃 Days with Certainty Soulfully & Blessed New Year Together! A new short – https://www.youtube.com/shorts/NEfhALG5gEI Dedicated to the real lonely Souls… & Souls Globally – the United Souls that know The Truth of their Souls & for all those that know not yet. Have a Healthy Happy New Year all 🙂…

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#"The Spiritual Guide to our Husband to make a happy Wifey"#1.The big Guide of souls #7 habits #A zivug is a life partner #Amazon.com #Happy Wifey #Marriage guide #Midnightrabbi inspires #New Relationship Guide blog #Rav Shalom Arush #Wifey face to face

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pedroshotwifey · 5 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 7 - Christmas Lights

Mess Up

Pairing: Husband!Jack Daniels x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, angst, past family trauma (not with Jack), hurt/comfort, communication, healthy relationship, Jack is the best husband, anxious reader, fluffiest fluff I've ever written, preggo reader, forehead kisses, gentle giant jack, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Jack comforts you after you spiral into past traumas. Aka: Jack being a good husband.

A/N: This fic was supposed to contain filthy smut with a different pedge boy, but wifey had a sad day so...here we are 🫠 Also, seven consistent days?? What?? Go Wifey!!

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You look at the stack of plastic boxes piled up in the middle of the living room. A mixture of gray, purple, and transparent blue bins filled with various ornaments, wall decor, and table accessories. A pile of black trash bags filled with garland lays hap-hazardly next to them. Jack must have gotten them down from the attic before he left for work this morning.

You had asked him the day before to do that for you. Usually, you could do so yourself, but considering you’re eight months pregnant, you figured it probably wasn’t the best idea–not that Jack would ever have let you do it anyway.

It’s been a bit boring around the house lately since Jack’s been working extra hours. He’s been insistent on putting a bit more work in so the two of you can fatten up your savings account for when the baby gets here. That way, as he says, there will be more opportunity for him to stay home with you after you give birth.

He’s so thoughtful, always thinking ahead about what’s best for you and the baby in the long run. You have no idea how you got so lucky.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head as you go to pry the lid off of the bin at the top of the stack. A small sticky note sits on top of it, and you smile as you immediately recognize the handwriting.

Should be home early today. I Love you little Mama, have a good day.

P.S.: Don’t overwork yourself!

- Your Jackie

You smile giddily as you stare at the loopy writing, full of love.

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You have most of the decor up within a few hours; all that’s left is decorating the tree.

You pick up a strand of lights out of a gray bin and look up at the tip of the tree with a scowl. You hate putting the first strand up alone. When Jack’s here, you always make him do it since he’s a good bit taller than you.

You look around the room, trying to find something you can use to step on or lift the lights up. Your eyes land on a chair in the dining room. Perfect.

You drag the chair over the base of the tree and take a step back, making sure it’s lined up with where you need to be. There’s no way you’re climbing up onto that thing just for it to be in the wrong spot.

It looks about right.

With a little grunt work–and a lot of maneuvering around your massive belly–you manage to get your knees on the seat, and from there, you stand up the rest of the way. You smile proudly as you look at the top of the tree, which is now only a couple inches taller than you. You feel almost rebellious, as stupid as that may sound.

You reach up and begin to loop the first bit around the top. Just as you get it secured, you hear a faint jingling sound coming from the front hall. Your face lights up. Your husband is home.

Maybe you’ll make him do this part afterall. Your arms ache and you’re already almost out of breath from holding them up above you for so long. Letting them down, you balance the rest of the strand down on empty branches so it won’t fall.

“I’m home, darlin’, " Jack calls as he steps through the door.

“I’m in here,” you call back excitedly. You can’t wait for him to see what you’ve spent your day doing.

You turn around in the chair and face toward the living room entrance, waiting for him so you can see his reaction. He steps into the room and you smile widely at him, only to be confused when his mouth drops open just slightly. He looks upset, and your stomach drops.

“Hey!” He barks quickly. “Wh-what the hell do you think you’re goddamn doin’?” He suddenly bolts toward you and lifts you by your underarms to bring you to the floor. You’re back on your feet before you can even register what happened.

You’re taken aback at his loud tone and rushed actions, a small hurt settling deep in your chest before you can stop it. You look up at him with a frown, disappointed in yourself for making him unhappy, for making him use a tone like that in the first place. He never raises his voice at you.

Your eyes are watering even though you’re still confused, your lip quivering as you look ashamedly up at him. Does he not like the decorations? Were you supposed to wait until he got home to start? Did you mess up?

He looks almost angry, and the thought is enough to send a pang of panic and regret throughout your entire body. You messed up. You messed up, you messed up.

You’re suddenly set back to your teenage years again. Back to feeling tiny and pathetic as people tell you how annoying you are, how you can’t ever do anything right, how you’re nothing more than a childish inconvenience.

You see your father, ignoring you as usual, only talking to you to complain about something or another. Your mother, drunk, ready to spill her nightly sob-story because she’s the only one allowed to have one. Your grandma, telling you to stop being such a crybaby because she doesn’t understand that you hurt and you just want a break.

You see yourself, forced to take it all, bottle it up, and never complain. Back to having to act happy for the sake of others, but not too happy, because then you’re on everyone’s nerves. Back to trying your hardest through it all to be patient, understanding, and kind, because if you’re anything less than that, you’re a spoiled brat.

Back to feeling worthless, hating yourself, messing up.

You open your mouth to say something–you’re not sure what–but all that comes out is a pathetic blubber as your tears spill over.

Jack’s eyes widen as he realizes what he’s done.

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” he says, holding you close to him. “I’m so sorry baby, you know I didn’t mean to snap at you,” you can hear the shame in his voice, but all you can think is I did this, it’s my fault, I messed up.

His arms are wrapped tightly around you as you sob into his chest.

All of your emotions feel heightened with your pregnancy, and thinking about your childhood was finally the thing to set you off. Jack is well acquainted with your past, but you still wish he didn’t have to see you breaking down over it like this.

You know that he didn’t mean it, and that’s why you’re so frustrated with yourself. He’s never treated you like that. Never has, never will. You take in a few shuddering breaths as you think about that fact.

He rubs soothing circles on your back and mutters genuine little sorry’s and uplifting praises to you as you try to reign it all in. After a moment, your breath starts to even out and your tears stop flowing so aggressively. You hold onto him but lean back so you can look into his eyes, full of concern.

“‘M sorry,” you say quietly, still feeling a wave of shame. He tuts and softly shakes his head at you before smoothing your hair down.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you and takes his stetson off before sliding both of his hands up to cup your cheeks. His brows are furrowed and he has a look of sincerity that makes your heart skip a beat.

“No, baby,” he says, looking at you adoringly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’a raised my voice at you just ‘cause I got scared. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, sweet thing.” he assures you sincerely. “You jus’ need to be a little more careful now is all.”

“Tha’s my baby in there,” he reminds you, nodding to your stomach. “’s very important to me to know that both of my girls are safe while I’m gone.”

You muster up a smile and nod at him, appreciating that he’s taking the time to make sure you know what he’s thinking. He smiles warmly back at you.

“I am sorry, though, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you apologize through the lump still partially lodged in your throat. You avoid eye contact as you say it, but you know he can see right through you–can see exactly where your head is stuck right now.

“I swear you didn’t mess up, baby. You’re doing everything right. My perfect girl. You know that?” he asks, lifting his brows to emphasize his point.

You sniffle a bit and nod at him. You don’t know how your love for him continues to grow so much every day.

“I really ain't mad at you, angel, I’ll never be mad at you.” He smiles wider at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You nod at him again, leaning into his hand.

He sits up just enough to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, and then on your lips, lingering there as if he could pour all of his love into you through such an action. When he pulls back, you have a genuine smile on your face.

“Alright, pretty little Mama,” he says, letting a hint of humor into his tone. “Let’s get the rest of them lights up for ya.”

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deiaiko · 10 months

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Happy B-day to our best leader <3

#disclaimer: i'm not from thailand #anyway this idea came after listening to Waii x Koen - if you love #i cant unhear khun-rak #which actually means your love (or smth)#im currently being in choke-hold by deadlines and work but i want to post smth for his bday #so yeah low effort art but its the thought that counts #also happy bday to my wifey too #tog #tower of god #rak wraithraiser #rak #bam #25th bam #baam #25th baam #my art

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ganjagirl710 · 14 days

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I'm looking for love 💕

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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Namesday

jacaerys velaryon x reader x aemond targaryen A/N: a very special smutty late birthday present for my beloved wifey @its-actually-minicika and favourite jacaerys defender 💪 happy birthday bestie! ily mwah i hope you like it ♡ pronouns: she/her warnings: smuttity smut smut divider: galacticgraffiti wordcount: 2,135

Jacaerys’ hands glide up the length of your waist as you rock yourself back and forth on his laps before settling on your hips. A gentle grunt drips from his mouth and his eyes flutter closed. Your smirk cheekily at him, pride oozing from your lips. Your betrothed opens his eyes again and cups your cheek. He bites his lip and dips his head to kiss up your soft neck, leaving wet blushing marks in their wake, a silent claim. Pink swollen lips press to your jawline as they line up behind you to your ear, unfamiliar ones. A gasp ripples past your own but your own sweet noises deepen as new fingers cup your breasts and flick the nipples. Your head turns to the side to find your unknown accompaniment. Your eyes widen and your breath hitches at the one eyed man grinning deviously at your reactions. You would jump if Jace’s hands weren’t firmly pressing you down. “I’ve seen how you look at him,” Your betrothed grins, pinching your side for attention. “I thought he would be more than willing to join us for one night…perhaps more. Happy namesday, my love.” He moves his hands to take your cheeks and pull a kiss from you, not for the first time this night. You preen into him but Aemond One-Eye Targaryen is not a man to be forgotten and pinches at your breasts to wrench another gasp before yanking you back to kiss you with bruising force but quickly soothing your abused lips with his warm tongue. He slides it along the slit of your mouth until demanding entry and slipping past the barrier. You can briefly hear Jacaerys chuckling before he jogs your hips up and down, having returned them back to their rightful place. It’s quick when Aemond turns you around with as much restraint as he can muster and presses your back into Jacaerys’ chest. His hand rises to the clasp of his eyepatch and snaps it off to cast aside on the floor before taking a hold of your jaw and roughly meeting lips again. “I want to give you all of me, tonight.” he breathes against your lips as you shiver at the feel of Jace’s gentle hand drifting to your exposed centre. His fingers drum against the bud that turns slick with his attention. He swears he knows your entrance better than he knows his own reflection. With slow strokes he tickles a long pace, letting your mewling whines echo into your new lover’s mouth. Aemond drinks them in with vigour and determination. Your hips grind against your betrothed’s pelvis with equal leisure.

Frustration ebbs at you with hitched breaths and the low groans of men carrying heavy demanding desires. Aemond flits his fingers over the buttons of his shirt and jacket, your hurried hands meet with his breeches, tugging at them until they drop to the floor and he can kick away the offending thick fabrics. A grumbling growl reverberates against his throat as he lets his lips descend upon your breast, tongue creeping across and teasing your perked pearls. When another moan slips through your teeth, Jace bobs you against his clothed crotch again and chuckles at the hiss you make. “Worry not, my darling, we are here to take care of you not torture you, though I think you would like that, hm?” You are unused to Jacaerys witty foreplay but it is not unwelcome as your breath catches at an intruding finger deftly slithering into your waiting core. Aemond’s silk hair tickles your arms now that it has been unleashed. You throw your head back to rest on Jace’s shoulder. “That’s it, sweet thing.” He coos. “Let us show you just how pretty we can make you. He takes his free hand to cup your cheek and direct you toward him so that he can kiss across your face mindlessly. You would giggle if he wasn’t still sliding his finger inside you with such purposefully deep thrusts. His thumb rubs soft circles over your bud, delighting in the benefits of your pleasure. Aemond’s tongue flattens against the sensitive curve of your breast and his hands entangle your own into his long hair, encouraging all and any attention. He pulls back to let his hot breath fan against the wetness he pressed into your skin. Jace slithers another finger and quickens his teasing pace. “Do you know how long I have waited to hear your sweet sounds? The lengths I have gone to to keep this escapade private?” Aemond murmured thickly. His narrowed eye flicks up to look into your own, throat flexing at the unbecoming image. His lips thin into a firm line and he cocks his head. “And yet you are both hiding it from me. Do that again and I will take my own fantasies.” His snapping voice betrays his wanting but reinforces his warning. His stare is probing and sharp–dangerous. “Do you understand?” You swallow and nod but he isn’t satisfied. Jace curls his fingers to evoke a loud yelp, your eyes squeezing shut. “Do you understand?” Aemond repeats and you manage to croak out a ‘yes’ to which he eagerly hums and lowers his head between your thighs. Jacaerys moves his thumb so that it can be swiftly replaced with his uncle’s tongue which flicks steadily against it. “Please,” You whimper out and again your betrothed chuckles at your desperation. It seems they are enjoying your misery.

Jace’s fingers stretch in your core, investigating every inch as Aemond’s tongue targets the most sensitive curves. He takes it further into his mouth and takes languid, squelching sucks. Jacaerys tilts your face down to look at the display with a cheeky smirk. “And we thought you were such a sweet girl, to be my darling wife and yet you need not only one prince but two to satisfy you, don’t you?” A moan dribbles as you babble hazy agreements. “You’re never going to be able to take my cock in this state.” He demeans teasingly. He tsks. Aemond and Jacaerys could not agree on much…but they could agree on claiming every inch of you and more. Your eyes stare wet and hazy as you watch the unholy sight. Aemond lets go, saliva connecting him to the mound even still. “A shame you have already taken her, Lord Strong.” Aemond hums. “I would have enjoyed her.” Jacaerys clenches his jaw and you feel his finger stiffen, thrusting even harder into you. “You might remember that she is to be my wife before you speak so brazenly, uncle.” He rivals. “A Queen one day in her own right.” He tightens his other hand onto your hip. Aemond hums again infuriatingly and smirks. “I might.” He agrees slowly but the storm is merely brewing. “Or I might remember the lewd noises I am drawing from her tongue.” Jace’s face flames and with resolute speed, he lifts you from his lap and takes away his fingers. Jacaerys turns you and slides his wet fingers into your warm mouth, eyes glinting and dark at the sight. It’s the first time you have seen such a possessive hold steal your prince so wantonly. Aemond chuckles as your rushing fingers untie your betrothed’s breeches–the only remnants of his clothing. Jacaerys groans into your mouth, one hand cupping your cheek again and another tugging you with him toward the large bed awaiting you. His fervent fingers curl around your rear and Aemond’ approaches slowly, standing tall and proud. He smiles wickedly as he lowers himself to kneel on the bed and then lay beside you. He runs ring-clad fingers along your cheek and gleams at the whimpers you let out at the cold steel.

“Doña riña.” (sweet girl) He soothes as your hand drifts to wrap again in his hair. He tuts but you can see the spark in his eye. That sets off before a fight breaks out. “You remember our deal, nephew.” He taunts your prince who sighs but reluctantly pecks your lips once more and settles beside you as Aemond slips in his place. Jace raises his own hand to entangle with your fingers, squeezing reassurance into you. “I have to make up for lost time.” Aemond grunts and he takes one of your hands to wrap around his girth. He shudders as he works himself with your nimble digits. You feel it thicken to grow in your palm, pointing toward you as straight as an arrow and throbbing. The round head pleads with you while its wielder bites back his groans. Jacaerys coos at you with ever-darkening eyes. His tongue darts to wet his lips and he grunts as he entangles a hand in your soft hair, tugging it as though coaxing a kitten. “You can take him, can’t you, darling?” He speaks with a slick sweetness. “Make him know what he’s been missing all this time?” A strangled noise escapes your lips as Aemond leans forward to rub the sensitive extension of himself over the gentle nub of your sex. Jacaerys kisses up the apple of your cheek when the first dip is made, Aemond’s appendage slipping snug inside. The white haired man almost rolls his eyes into the back of his head as he slides your left leg up his hip. A lewd snap of his hips drives him deeper. Jacaerys snakes an arm around your waist and flicks his fingers back on your pink bud. He turns your face to join your lips and swallow down your mewls greedily.

“Do you like that, Ñuhys qēlos?” (my star) Aemond teases with a growing smirk. His short groans lengthen the longer he warms himself in your sweet entrance. Jace’s tongue glides along the line of your lips and probes between them. His fingers work deftly on the height of your sensitivities. “Mm, I think you do.” He near mocks again but finds a light gasp leaving his lips when you wrap both legs around him and he almost loses his balance. With a quick motion you flip him onto the bed and change positions, landing your palms on his broad shoulders and legs planting on either side of his own. “You underestimate me.” Your quip and drive a large thrust to conjoin your bodies. Jacaerys chuckles and drops his head back on the bed as he does so before leaning his head on Aemond’s shoulder. “But that wasn’t the first mistake you made about my Queen.” He informs with pride rising up his throat and into his uncle’s ear who shudders. “You are forgetting who this is for, my princes.” Your voice turns firm and warning, eyes narrowing as your lips quirk up. It’s slowly that you lower and bob on the man beneath you. A shuddering groan drips from your mouth though he is not the largest you have taken. He may have claimed the largest named dragon but you like to think that your own may hold that title and not in the way one might assume. It is not Vermax that you think of, you think of his rider whom you seem to have claimed yourself…though you do much more than riding. “Then for that I send you my most earnest apologies.” Aemond borderline whines when you climb off of his, a clear string connecting you. His hands grapple at your waist but you’re much quicker than him and it doesn’t take you long to mount your familiar beloved dragon’s lap instead. His eyes glint mischievously as you grin down at him and glide onto his girth like you have done so many times before. From beside you, Aemond preens for attention, kissing up your shoulder and then your neck as your head tosses back, eyes sewing shut. He is lucky that you are merciful as you slide your fingers around to grip the cause of his pain and treat it to pleasures otherworldly unknown. Jacaerys’ familiar whimpers and moans fill your ears as you drop down onto his large girth. It is with swift bounces and grating hips that you roll through the waves of pleasure your soon-husband wreaks upon you. A choking moan slips past your teeth which you clamp down as you clamp around your lover’s cock. Your opening tightens and milks his worth from him, both of you growing weak in one another’s embrace. With the night almost spent, you release onto him as warm dribbles seep before shooting into you, Aemond’s own dripping onto the bed. “Have we pleased you, īlva dāria?” (Our Queen) Aemond hisses into your ear while your betrothed falls his back down on the soft mattress. Heavy breathing descends upon your sweet trio. “Not yet.” You snicker in response, wearing their need like a crown. It is going to be a long night…

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