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PRESENTING . . . AIN’T NUN BUT A HOOCHIE MAMA!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!BLK!HOOCHIE READER

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW: black fem reader; reader is 26, toji is 34; reader is on the thicker side; usage of the word nigga a few times; smut; breeding kink, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, pussy slapping, impact play, messy pussy eatin’, size kink, hints of sado-masochism, a bit of brat taming, manhandling, praise & degradation, multiple orgasms, cervix fucking, choking, squirting; fwb-ish to lovers (?); pet names are used, such as mama, baby, pretty girl, dollface, princess & sweetheart; reader has a kid of her own; reader is a hoochie, meaning she’s seen as ‘ghetto’ but in a very pro-black & attractive way; reader has a mature body, pudge, cellulite, stretch marks; reader accidentally flashes toji; reader & toji share a blunt; toji is actually a good dad in this!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ wc: 7.5k

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ this is actually pure filth. this was my first time writing for toji EVER and actually my longest work. guys when i tell you i put some shit into this thing, idk what i did but i SNAPPED. HARD. i hope you guys enjoy this nasty thing that came from my imagination. not proof read or anything so pls excuse my typos!

sometimes, your job could be a godsend. who knew that a simple job at the local hair store would catapult you into meeting one of the sexiest men you’d ever seen?

to be completely honest, it wasn’t solely your job that sparked such an interaction. it was moreso you; you possessed an irresistible, unmistakable charm that was impossible to ignore. your voice, soft as a lullaby, held a dulcet quality that drew people in like a magnet. anytime you opened your mouth to speak, you commanded attention effortlessly, as if your words held some mystical power that captivated any listener.

everyone was always drawn to you, and it wasn't hard to see why. who in their right mind wouldn’t be smitten? you were a vision of beauty, with your radiant brown skin that seemed to glow as if illuminated from within. your smile, perfect and white, could light up even the darkest room, making hearts skip a beat. your eyes were another story altogether. they seemed to sparkle, glimmering with an intensity that was all yours.

your hair was always done, you always made sure that you had a fresh set of lashes. to add, you never forgot to apply your clear lip gloss. now, this wasn't just any gloss, it was your signature, lip gloss added a radiant shine and highlighted the natural beauty of your plump and full lips. your lips, always so perfectly glossed, assumed an irresistible charm that made them look especially appetizing.

to add onto it, your personality was in tip top shape, matching your looks. while sometimes your mouth could get a little reckless, you had an air of kindness, professionalism and just genuine good vibes. it was hard to dislike you, no matter the case. you were a woman of wonders.

you loved your job at the hair store too; maybe that was why your attitude was always good while you were there. it paid well, the hours were flexible and it was something you enjoyed. you loved how your manager let you pick out the wigs and the outfits that would be displayed, and sometimes she let you take home left over makeup and jewelry — which was how you got your favorite set of hoop earrings.

working at the hair store also granted you all types of experiences. sometimes you met upcoming make-up artists and beauticians, hair dressers, nail techs, lash techs — you always made sure to be extra helpful and friendly to everyone you met, just in case they could ever help you.

or… on the rare occasion, you met men. often, they were coming in for their wives, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends — and each time, they were clueless. of course, you helped, breezing past them with the smell of bubblegum and perfume, preferably daisy by marc jacobs.

today was no different.

you were the only one working in the store this saturday, and it was roughly around 12 in the afternoon. the sound of needed me by rihanna echoed through the store, giving it a nice ambiance. you clocked in at 9, and were scheduled to get off at 4 — you had a bit of a long day ahead. however, the store had been a bit slow today. not many customers entered; maybe three every hour, compared to a usual 7-15 people per hour. you were both grateful and a bit sad for the lack of people, as it left you with extra time on your hands.

instead, you found yourself thinking of your six year old daughter at home. alaina, your sweet girl, who was at her grandmother’s for the day. you fondly rubbed the bead bracelet she made for you, that spelled out mommy. your daughter was the most loving child you knew, and you adored her with every part of you.

as you gazed at your bracelet, you let out a soft hum. you’d have to get her another one from here, even though she already had a plethora. whatever you got from the hair store, you usually shared with alaina.

the entrance bell dinging had you snapping out of your thoughts of your daughter, turning your head to greet whoever entered. your boxbraids slid down your back as you looked. it was a little girl who entered, no more than nine. she was in a cute blue dress, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. her cheeks were rosy, which had you cooing at her mentally.

“hi baby,” you called out to her, looking behind her for a parent, “where’s ya mama, hm? a lil’ one like you shouldn’t be walking around all alone.” the girl hadn’t noticed you, and jumped when you called to her. she put her hands up, waving them enthusiastically. “o-oh no, miss, i’m with my dad! he’s just getting his wallet. do you know where the nails are? and the makeup?”

you smiled at the little girl, stepping from behind the counter. you were in a beige sun dress, with some matching wedged sandals. the sundress was long, coming down to your ankles, but there was a slit on the side. it hugged your curves nicely, even though your little bit of pudge was much noticeable; you didn’t care. to be honest, the dress covered way more than your usual outfits, especially in the summer like this. you had never been scared to show your body, even after you had alaina and people insisted on you covering up; because you were a mother now. however, you didn’t give a fuck. if you wanted to wear your shortest shorts, you would.

“c’mere baby girl, it’s this way.” you offered the young girl your hand, which she took happily as you led her. “i’m assuming you’re looking for the press ons, right? not the ones you glue?”

the girl gave you an enthusiastic nod. “yes, ma’am!” she was polite, you noted, with a curl of your lips. her father must be raising her right. “my dad says i’m not big enough to ruin my nails with glue..”

you let out a laugh as you squeezed the girl’s hand. “your daddy’s right,” you mused, “stick to the ones you can press til you become a teenager.” you brought her to the kiddie nails, and stood with her while she made her pick.

the young girl seemed stuck between a pair of pink ones leopard print ones, and blue zebra print ones. “what do you think, miss? i can’t choose.”

you only gave the girl a shrug. “i say get both. let ya daddy worry, not you.” however, because you liked this little girl, you’d only charge her for one anyways. the girl nodded in agreement, giving you a giggle, which you quickly reciprocated.

all of a sudden, you heard the gruff call of, “tsumiki! where have you ran off to?” the girl perked up immediately, and ran to the end of the aisle. “dad! i’m over here!” she called, waiting patiently for him to come over.

you raised your eyebrow as you made your way over. you were a bit curious to see the man who had raised such a sweet and polite girl. as you reached the end, your eyes widened as they set on the man.

he was tall, unbelievably so. his towering stature, reaching at least 6’2, must’ve made him stand out in any crowd. his body was muscular, brawny and well-built, and t he black compression shirt he wore clung to his chiseled frame, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. his hair, a deep black, was just a bit shaggy — the perfect length to frame his strikingly sharp face.

his eyes were a vivid green, so piercing that they could make anyone feel as if they were the only person in the world. they locked onto you and tsumiki. his attractiveness was lethal, and it was impossible not to notice the way he looked over you. his gaze was slow, lingering, and purposeful, almost as if he wanted to make sure you noticed his attention.

you would’ve been phased if you were a different woman; but you weren’t. instead, you gave him your trademark smile, looking up at him with a warm aura.

a scar sat on the corner of his lip. it twitched slightly as his lips curled into a smirk, making him look even more attractive to you then he already did.

“you work here?” came his deep, rough voice. it provoked goosebumps down your skin, but you didn’t allow yourself to show it.

“yup,” you answered, “sorry i wasn’t at the counter, i was helpin’ miss thing here pick out some new nails.” you watched toji’s mouth open, and held up a finger, “and yea, before you ask — it’s the press ons. no glue needed.” the man let out a hum and gave a nod of approval.

“good. tsumiki, go put those on the counter and if you want anything else, ya better pick before i get back up there.” he told her; his voice was rough, yet still somehow sounded caring. when tsumiki scampered away with an, “okayyy!”, he turned his vision back to you.

the once over he gave you earlier didn’t seem to be enough. he gave you another; from your champagne blond knotless boxbraids which were long and down your back, curving over the swell of your ass, down to your painted white toes in your sandals. shit. you were fucking hot.

“how old are you?” he asked boldly, not wasting a second.

you raised an eyebrow, “you ain’t ever heard it ain’t good to ask a lady her age?”

“so old enough,” he countered back with a smug smirk. “have you been able to drink legally for at least two years?” still asking your age without pointedly asking like before.

“i’ve been old enough to drink legally for five years,” you relented, “so like i said, old enough. why you askin’?”

“i like to know the ages of my women before i hit on ‘em.”

you grinned. you already knew you were going to like this man, and his attitude towards you solidified that. “and i like to know the age of my men before i let them,” you combatted.

“thirty-four,” he answered immediately, and the corner of your lips pulled up in satisfaction. twenty-six and thirty-four. not a bad age gap, only eight years. you could manage.

“you allowed to hit on me now,” you said playfully as you slid past him, “don’t make the shit corny, ‘cause i’ll laugh at yo ass.” maybe that’s his plan, you thought, him tryna laugh me out my panties.

the man let out a bark of a laugh, following after you. you could almost feel his eyes locked on you as your hips swayed while you walked. he only chuckled out, “oh, don’t worry about that.”

you went back behind the counter, ready to pay for their things. tsumiki had thrown a stack of bracelets on the counter, and a new tube of sparkly pink lip gloss to which you scanned and then only scanned a pack of the nails. her father raised an eyebrow at you, but you pretended not to notice. “that’ll be 18.75,” you informed. her father pulled out thirty dollars and slid it to you. as you prepared to give him the change, he shook his head.

“don’t need the change. consider it a tip or somethin’.” you furrowed your brows at him, but didn’t question the customer. instead, you handed them their things with a sweet smile. “bye, lil’ missy,” you told tsumiki, before looking up at the man, “come back soon.” your voice was low, and quite flirtatious. he gave you a smirk.

“oh, i will.”

and he did.

it was three days later when he finally came back. you were leaned over the counter, examining your new nails. it was hot, too hot to even be working. the doors were open, and the AC’s were blasting, trying to cool off the store. you wore a jean miniskirt, with a fat gucci belt on your hips. you paired it with a cropped pink tank top that had a deep v-neck, showing off a bit of your cleavage. your golden nameplate sat perfectly on the apex of your breasts. today on your feet instead of sandals were your pair of pink and white dunks. you had taken out your box braids, and gotten your hair done the same day you got your nails done.

now, you had gotten a lace front installed — and you looked good as fuck. it was a deep shade of vibrant purple, down your back. you had added your own spin, doing one of those heart shaped parts and gelling it down the side of your forehead, and doing edges on the side.

as someone entered, you turned your head to the side to greet them. “good afternoon,” you said cheerfully, looking at the woman who entered. she was dark skinned, with a bumped bob. her makeup was done sharply. you watched as she side eyed you, and muttered out a terse, “hello.”

immediately your eyebrows furrowed. “bitches got an attitude, okay,” you grumbled under your breath as she disappeared into the aisles. it was a few minutes later when she came to the register with a flat iron. off the rip, you told her, “oh mama, you don’t want this one. a few people who purchased this one have said that it heat up too quick and smoke a lot, then breaks. so go ‘head and get another one.”

the woman glared at you, looking you up and down. “excuse me, i didn’t ask for your opinion on what i’m buying. and if it’s so faulty, why haven’t you taken it off the shelves?”

her attitude immediately had you tilting your head, trying your best to bite your tongue. “ma’am, that ain’t my job, i don’t do merchandise, i work at the register.”

she rolled her eyes at you, before snapping out, “then don’t say anything about said merchandise.”

your next words came out before you could even think about it, “ho, i’m tryna help you not burn this crispy fuck ass bob off but okay.” upon realizing what you said, you didn’t apologize nor change. instead you cocked your head, tilting it, while staring at her blankly.

“excuse me?” the woman asked, “honestly, i don’t think i’m taking hair advice from a woman who don’t wear hers natural, and has her skirt digging up her ass. how old are you? you have to have a child at home, dress with more fucking class before you talk about me,” the woman’s face was twisted as she snapped at you.

“i know damn fuckin’ well,” you said slowly — and just like that, you knew you were about to cuss her ass out. “i know DAMN fucking well that you’re not talking to me like that. bitch, are you mad that your ass built like a fuckin’ square? bitch be mad then cause that’s why yo ass slope like y=mx+b. bitch, don’t you EVER question my fashion choices when you’re wearing leather in 87 degree weather. you fuckin’ cereal box built ass bitch, you know what, i got a trick for you—“ you quickly took the flat iron from her and pointed a nail at the door. “now get the fuck out, bitch you’re banned.” the woman opened her mouth to retort, but you were faster, talking over her, “bitch, i don’t give a FUCK. get the fuck out.”

the woman mumbled a, “ghetto bitch.” before storming out the store while you massaged your temples. it was nothing you hadn’t heard though. “fuck be wrong with bitches. man, i need a fucking BLUNT.”

“personally, i would’ve hopped over the counter.”

you looked up at the familiar voice, seeing the man you met the other day. immediately, a grin spread across your face. “look who came back.”

“told ‘ya that i would.” he mused, walking up to the counter, “you should’ve thrown the flat iron at her face. i would’ve paid money to see that.” he wore a white wifebeater and black basketball shorts. did he just come from the gym or something? the lack of clothing allowed you to see just about all of his muscles, and god, were you pleased.

you snorted, giving him a playful eyeroll. “shit, i was fuckin’ thinking about it. you saw the whole thing?” the mystery man, who you decided to dub mr. man, gave you a nod. “positively. you cleaned her so beautifully, and i have to add, you look so, so appealing when you’re angry.”

“shut up, nigga,” you laughed as you put your elbows on the counter, cupping your face with both hands. “what’re you here for?” you looked up at him, and he mimicked your action, fitting his fat ass arms on the counter.

“i need some hair gel for my son. he’s in this spiky phase, shit, i don’t know,” mr. man rolled his eyes a little bit, before adding, “and i don’t know which to pick. as you can clearly see, i don’t use gel.”

you let out another laugh, coming from behind the counter. “yeah, c’mon mr. man, i’ll show you which to use.” off the rip, you noticed how his eyes locked on your body.

yeah, i got it like that, nigga, your inner thoughts said as you internally hyped yourself up.

“mr.man?” he questioned from behind you, his eyes focused on the way your hips swayed, and the way a little bit of your ass was uncovered by the skirt.

“well, you never told me your name, so i gave you a nickname.”

he snorted a little before saying, “well, my name’s toji, for one.” you thought about it for a second for a second. was that a moanable name? you went through it in your head. yeah. definitely moanable.

“my name y/n,” you finally disclosed, “but everybody just call me n/n.” toji nodded a little. “n/n… that’s cute.” you noticed one of the items had fallen off the shelf, and without hesitation, you bent over to pick it up, completely forgetting about the fact that you were wearing a skirt, and the man behind you.

toji almost had a fucking heart attack. his eyes zoomed in onto your now slightly revealed ass, your sheer red panties that showed the plush outline of your pussy. shit. shit. it was over in a second, much to his mixed chagrin and gratefulness. however, he wasn’t some boy — he maintained a straight face and control. you placed the item back on the shelf and resumed walking.

“alright,” you said, as you reached the gels, “see, here’s what i use for my daughter,” you held up a jar of eco. “eco holds good for her, and it lasts long, to be honest. her hair is a bit thicker. and it doesn’t have like color residue like prostyle gel.” you grabbed the black container of prostyle gel. “but if your son has like brown-black hair, it’ll be good.” toji shook his head, saying, “nah, he has that weird bluish-black.” you tutted and put the prostyle down.

“there’s also gorilla snot gel, which i recommend if his hair is straighter, you feel me?” you held up the yellow bottle of gorilla snot.

toji looked at both and let out a short groan. “i can’t decide. i’ll take ‘em both and see which works better.” you shrugged and passed them to him. you took note of how positively huge his hands were. they could probably cover your whole face. or… your entire ass.

“i didn’t know you had a little runt too,” he made conversation with you as you walked back to the counter, “i forgot you’re almost 30.”

“yeah i forget too, trust,” you laughed a little, “my little girl’s my pride and joy, her name’s alaina. she’ll be starting first grade this year, i’m so proud of her. i actually got pictures.” you pulled out your phone and showed him your lockscreen which was the two of you. toji chuckled.

“y’all look alike, cute,” he commented, “my son’s seven, and tsumiki’s eight. you met her last time.” you fondly recalled your encounter with the polite young girl. “you a single parent, too?”

you gave him a nod, and a shrug. “alaina’s daddy claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, so i kept it like that. then his stupid ass got locked up, thank riddance.” toji let out a short laugh. “tsumiki’s mom was my first wife, and we divorced. megumi, my son, his mom was my second. unfortunately, she passed.”

“aw,” you said, pouting sadly and placing a hand on his large arm. “i’m so sorry for your loss, sweetheart. i hope you’re doing alright.”

toji laughed a little. “i’m fine, pretty mama, don’t worry about me.”

you bristled at the new nickname, giving toji a wicked grin. “that’s how you referring to me now?” you asked, as you slid behind the counter to the register.

“you’re pretty, and you’re a mama,” toji said with a shrug. “it honestly only fits.” you very pointedly made sure to check him out and said, “mmhmm..”

as you rung him up, toji said, “does alaina need any new friends? my son’s a bit shy and doesn’t talk to nobody but his sister… maybe they could have a few play dates?”

“yeah, i’d love that!” you answered, a genuine smile coming onto your face. anything referring to your daughter made you happiest. “your total is 14.95. here i’ll give you my number...” as toji paid, you rang it up. on his receipt, you wrote your number and passed it to him.

toji grinned and gave you a nod. “see you around.” you wiggled your fingers in return.

see him around, you did. you and toji were quick to hook up play dates whenever your schedules aligned. you became familiar with the routine of getting off work in the afternoons and scooping alaina’s to head to toji’s to play with her two new best friends.

you and toji often stayed downstairs, while they played in tsumiki’s room. you and toji would watch movies, roll blunts and eat food — or sometimes even play texas hold ‘em, in which you won every single time.

toji would grumble, and accuse you of cheating, when in truth, he was really just a bad gambler, but all was well. you considered toji a good friend… of sorts.

because that’s what you two were; friends. friends who sometimes flirted a little; you considered toji a friend when you’d bend over to pick things up in those skimpy jean shorts you wore; toji considered you a friend when he’d slide past you, pressing his crotch against the curve of your ass and muttering a, “excuse me, n/n,”; you considered toji a friend when you’d play sexyyred and say the lyrics a little too… forceful; and he considered you a friend when he’d make slick little sexy comments about your body before adding, “that’s just what other guys think.”

safe to say… there was a bit of tension between you two. and finally, it came to a crescendo.

it was normal, at first. like usual, you and alaina were at toji's house. it was around 9:30pm, and the kids had collapsed after playing all damn day and finally having a meal of chicken nuggets. you remembered the look on your face discovered them. they were heaped in the large bed; tsumiki had more than enough room for all three of them, yet they were together. alaina was draped over megumi and tsumiki, her face in megumi’s chest but her body pressed to tsumiki’s. they were all tangled up, limbs skewed and whatnot.

and now, you and toji were together downstairs, toji watching as your nimble fingers crafted the blunt — his were too fat. your feet were in his lap, and he was watching you with those bright green eyes. as you rolled, you were mumbling one of sexyy’s songs. “fuck me like you mad at me, baby.. i need that dick to drive me crazyyyyy…” you sang under your breath.

toji raised an eyebrow at you, “the music you listen to has some really… meaningful words.” as you licked at the blunt, you let out a laugh. “i agree with everything she say. when suki said that if you ain’t eating coochie, you ain’t fucking, i felt that one.”

finally, you perfected it and grabbed toji’s lighter. “you only fuck eaters?” he said, amusement trickling through his voice. you lit the blunt and took a deep inhale, masterfully blowing it up into your nose and then out again before passing it to him. “yup. only fuck eaters ‘cause they do it the best. you an eater, toji?” you asked pointedly, watching as one of his rough hands drew circles on your leg, then up to your knee, while the other lifted the blunt to his lips. he took an inhale, then another. god, you hated double hitters, but it was okay — it was only you two.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” toji shot back, his trademark smirk sliding across his face. his lip twitched, scar jumping.

“that’s why the fuck i asked you, toji,” you clapped back immediately, making the older man squeeze your leg while passing the blunt back. “watch your mouth, n/n. don’t get fucked up.”

“or what?” you immediately retort, holding the blunt up to your lips as you took another puff. “you not gon’ do shit to me, toji, like i honestly wish you w—“ your words were halted by the man throwing your legs off his lap, one hand going to spread them roughly as he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt.

“i’m not gonna do shit?” he repeated, as your eyes went wide; he had obviously startled you, but you weren’t opposed to this one bit. as his fingers rubbed at your pussy through your shorts, you shook your head feverently again, looking at him as you held the blunt to your glossed lips. “not a damn thing.”

when all toji did was nod, you were sure you were in for it. and you were. he was quicker than you, grabbing your hand that held the blunt and quickly forcing you to put the blunt in the ashtray. the smoke you were holding in your mouth was forcefully removed as toji roughly pressed his lips to yours, the smoke being shared between you two as he pried your lips apart.

the next few minutes were coated in a needy haze. his big hands were everywhere, all over your body. moving to squeeze at your tits, your ass, your thighs. eventually the settled on the waistband of your shorts and began to unbutton them. before pulling them off completely, leaving you in your lacy dark blue thong.

he pinched the plush of your pussy, barely hidden by the panties — more like decorated by it. immediately, the scent of your slick, which was already dripping, filled toji’s nostrils, making him let out a wanton moan.

“fuck, mama,” he hissed as he trailed his finger down your slit, “you always this wet? this is how you’ve been the entire time?” he looked up at you, eyes darkened with lust.

“no,” you lied immediately, giving him a reckless smirk. “she just like that off the rip. i determine whether it’s for you or not.” toji only let out a little laugh. “word?” he asked. you opened your mouth to repeat the word back to him, but you were rudely interrupted by him slapping your pussy.

it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly soft, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through you. you hissed out a, “shit..” toji smirked at your reaction as he pushed your panties to the side, before delivering another smack, this time a litle harder. you let out a mewl, squirming in his hold.

“crazy,” toji said to you, “two lil’ slaps just made you leagues wetter. you sure you’re not wet for me?”

you refused to answer, only giving him a shrug. “so you wanna be a brat now, huh?” he asked you with an eyebrow raise as he began to pull the panties down your thighs. “like you weren’t jus’ all over me. ‘toji, you a eater?’” he mocked you in a high pitched voice as he pulled you forward, legs sliding over his broad shoulders. you remained silent, biting your tongue. maybe you were a brat; you knew that with toji’s strength and stamina, you would get much more if you drew it out. plus, you wanted to make him work for every moan, every word.

“you gon eat my pussy or not?” you asked boldly, your hand going to lace through his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. “like literally, shut the f—!” you were interrupted by toji latching his mouth onto you, completely ripping the words from your mouth.

his tongue, long and flat, slid between your plush folds, calloused hands digging into your thighs as he shoved his face between your legs. off the rip, his motions were rough and quick, tongue swirling against your clit before going down to your hole, curling against it to lap at your essence. you gripped the couch as you let out soft moans, trying not to be too loud — you didn’t wanna fuel toji’s already large ego.

“fuck,” he mumbled as he pulled away, “pussy’s so sweet, baby. i should’ve bent you over in that fucking store the day you wore that skirt.” you were unable to respond before he was diving back in, tongue messily trailing througu your pussy. he was there between your thighs, feasting on what you offered, lapping up all the sweet nectar you had to spare. his lips latched onto the delicate bud of your clit, sucking with a fervor that left you gasping, while he looked up at you with a gaze that was as heated as it was prideful.

one of your hands found its way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks as you gripped it tightly, the other clutching onto the plush fabric of the couch as though it was your only lifeline. your breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, each one harder to catch than the last, your mouth falling open in that perfect 'o' shape as you let out sounds so sweet and melodious, singing a song of pure pleasure just for him.

and you couldn’t help it; euphoria was pulsing through your body, coating your thoughts in nothing but toji. your toes curled, as toji slid his tongue inside of you. god, he was so messy, your slick already all over his face, his spit mixing with your slick as it trailed down your ass.

you were incessantly moaning, unable to even downplay or disguise it anymore. “s-shit, toji, fuck, that feels so good—!” he looked up at you with satisfaction as he slid his tongue into your entrance, curling it upwards against your walls.

you squealed, trying to scoot backwards away from the pleasure, but he was quick to yank you back, trapping you against his mouth, his hands coming to wrap around your thighs. one of his fingers traced the stretch marks on your thighs. he worked his fat tongue inside of you, curling and sliding as his pointer finger swirled your clit at such a fast pace, you was sure he was gonna give you something close to a rug burn.

his paired actions had you spiraling over the edge, the coil in your stomach stretching and stretching until it was ready to snap. “toji, ‘m close—! fuck, fuck— gonna cum!” toji’s movements became much more insistent, gaining in speed as he basically shoved you over the edge.

your orgasm hit you like a brick, your back arching off the couch as you gripped toji’s hair tightly, whined babbles of repeated words leaving your lips. if it weren’t for toji holding you down and anchoring you, you were sure that you would’ve grown fucking wings and soared away.

you creamed all over his tongue, and he made sure to pull away, before messily spreading it throughout your pussy, just to lap it all up over again, letting you settle, working you through the after effects of your climax.

you sucked in ragged gasps as toji pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his face. he stared at you with such intensity, shivers went down your skin. your eyes immediately focused on his hard dick through his sweats, the outline prominent. you tapped your foot on his thigh. “gimme that,” you breathed.

“do you deserve it?” toji said back, his voice a bit raspy. “been a bratty slut this whole time. you were so cocky, remember? i don’t get you wet, right?”

you wanted to maintain your pride, you really, really did. but desperate times called for desperate measures. “c’mon, toji,” you sighed sultrily, “i was just playin’.. just wanted to make it a little fun for you, you know that..” you spread your legs a little more, teasing him as you continued, “it’s all yours, i swear — been waiting for this for such a long time.”

toji only gave you a soft chuckle and the only words gave you were, “that right, baby?” immediately, he scooped you up with a single arm, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. you let out a noise of surprise, but immediately arched your back, looking back at him as he pushed his sweats down his thighs. his dick sprung up, and you couldn’t say you were shocked by it.

his dick was both fat and long, and it almost made your eyes pop out of your head. he had to be at least eight inches, veins running up the side of his heavy dick. his tip was a dark apricot shade, and it was leaking bad, opaque beads of precum sliding out of his slit. he was well trimmed, with heavy breeder balls. you almost salivated. but at the same time, you questioned how all that was even supposed to fit in you.

he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “don’t you worry, princess. you’ll take every inch of me.” one of his hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he directed his tip against your entrance, slapping it there a few times, making you groan in need. “t-toji, stop fuckin’ playin—!”

once again, you were rudely interrupted by him pushing the tip inside of you. he let out a hiss, your walls sucking him in. however, with just how wet you were, he slid right back out. he let out a snicker as he leaned his hand down to slap your pussy again. “but you not wet for me, alright..” he lined himself up again, and this time — he didn’t push into you slowly.

with one rough thrust, he filled you to the brim, forcing you forward as you let out a strangled noise, clawing at the couch. “toji! oh fuck..!” you pulled your hips forward, trying to get him to pull out a little, but he wasn’t having it. “s-shit, i’m not even all the way in yet,” he huffed, hair hanging in his eyes. toji was letting out pants, it felt as if your pussy was fucking suffocating his dick, strangling it.

inch by inch, he pushed the rest of his dick in, until the plush of your ass was nestled against his pelvis and stomach. he yanked at his shirt, pulling it off of his body. your slick was already coating him, dripping down to his balls. you were a mess, mewling just from him entering. you felt so full — his dick stuffing you better than you ever had been before. and it was driving you out your mind.

toji didn’t wait for you to adjust. with one hand on your ass, thumb rubbing against the ridges and dimples, and the other lacing through purple hair, toji pulled all the way out, and then slammed all the way back in. the force of his motions shoved you down into the couch, and immediately you let out a cry of, “t-toji! slow down!”

but slowing down wasn’t apart of his agenda. he rasped out, “nah, this is what you wanted, baby. so take it. take my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.” he began snapping his hips into you, the veins on his dick dragging against your walls just right. your cunt clamped down on him every time he tried to pull out, as if it was forcing him to make your cunt his new home.

toji was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled and clapped with every movement he made, the sound of your skin slapping filling the air. he slapped your ass hard and then squeezed, making you squeal once more. “fuck, look at you. bouncing this ass back on my dick so good..”

at his praise, you looked back at him before proudly twerking back on his dick, putting on a little show. he laughed, his hand trailing from your hair to snake around your throat. “such a fuckin’ slut,” he said gruffly, before pulling his hips back so that only the tip was inside before ramming his dick back inside of you.

you felt him nudge against your cervix, and you let out a noise close to a scream, while his hand tightened around your throat. tears filled your eyes at the pain, your lashes beginning to slide. “you’re gonna wake up the kids, princess. wouldn’t want them to come down to seeing you getting fucked like some whore, right? keep that pretty mouth quiet.” he leaned down, chest pressing against your back as he curled his much larger body against yours. “but not too quiet. wanna hear you lose your fucking brain over this dick.”

his other hand came to wrap around your throat, and he began to jack hammer into you, slamming you on his dick over and over. your eyes rolled back, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting through you, that coil getting ready to snap again. “t-toji…” you slurred out, “g-gonna fuckin’ cum again…!”

“so fucking do it,” toji hissed as your clenching began to get more intense. “paint my shit, baby.” his voice was sending shivers down your spine, aiding your increasing pleasure. you let out ragged moans into the couch as your body trembled, pussy spasming wildly around his dick as you came a second time.

he didn’t slow down through your orgasm, instead, he went faster, if that was even humanly possible. he pressed down on your head, forcing your face into the couch, and pressing on your belly simultaneously. it forced you to have a deeper arch, but it also made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. pressing his big hand against your stomach to feel his bulge had toji grinning.

you were a wreck, tears sliding down your face, your lashes long fallen of. you were pretty sure your lace had peeled, but you didn’t care. you could barely think, barely form coherent sentences with how toji was fucking you. and he knew it. he knew he reduced you to a mess, and he wasn’t even halfway finished with you.

soon, he felt his orgasm coming, and he let out a deep groan. “shit.. where do you want my cum, doll? ‘m getting close..” you were quick to whine out, “i-inside, toji.. want you to cum inside…!”

“haah!” he grunted out with a smirk, “want me to fill you up, huh? want me to stuff you full with my cum? yeah, i bet you fucking do, look at you.”

“toji, toji, toji, fuckkk.. want your babies, c’mon, make me a mama again—!” toji laughed shakily at your dumb response, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “fuck yeah, dollface. you better not spill not one drop, alright?” he let out a strangled moan as he released, his thick cum filling her to the walls.

you sucked in harsh breaths, finally feeling relieved after toji’s constant fucking stopped. he seemed to slow down, gently fucking his load into you. you began to relax… however you were sorely mistaken.

“you thought i was done with you?” toji asked as he gripped you, flipping you over so that he could see your face. you looked a mess, but you were so, so pretty. your eyes were watery, face with tear trails all over. your lips were bruised from how much you’d been biting them. at least your hair was still intact… for now. toji leaned down and pressed a kiss to your jawline, down to your throat. he yanked at the top you wore, and when it didn’t want to cooperate, he ripped it and peeled it off of you himself. “toji, my shirt….” you whimpered but he dismissively waved a hand. “you’ll get one of mine.” he reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting your tits spring free.

his big hands almost swallowed them as he began to leave bites and kisses all over your throat, collarbone and chest. “can’t possibly be done with you,” he said against your skin, “been waiting to fuck you like this since i laid eyes on you, doll.”

he left a plethora of hickies on your skin, very obviously marking you as his. you were still speared on his dick, and he began to roll his hips languidly inside of you, curving into your g-spot repeatedly. the feeling had you seeing stars as he gripped your legs and pulled them around his waist. with each thrust, he began to get more forceful and speed up, until once more, he was pounding your insides.

your nails went to his back, scratching, making toji wince in pain as his hips collided with yours. three of your nails had broken off. a third time, you felt yourself reach your climax once more, but it felt different. painful almost, with the last your clit throbbed. you managed to push away the toji-shaped clouds in your brain and realized.

“t-toji—! toji, ‘m gonna squirt!” you cried out as you twisted in his hold, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you. “t-toji—!” he only smirked at you, yanking you closer. “make a mess f’me, mama. wanna see you get all messy… c’mon, c’mon, make that pretty pussy squirt on my dick.” he pressed another messy kiss to your lips as his hand snuck down to rub your clit, forcing more pleasure into your system. you let out a ruined, gasped noise — like you wanted to scream but couldn’t get it out. clear liquid gushed from you, coating toji’s lower half, some of his abdomen and the couch.

you were in too much of a haze to notice that soon after, toji came inside of you a second time. he didn’t pull out at first, instead opting to lay his head against your sweaty skin, pressing kisses. he realized that you would be completely gone for a bit, after that, so he was gentler with you. he pulled out, watching his cum slowly dribble from your hole after the two creampies he gave you. not wanting you to sit in your own fluids, picked you up and brought you to his room, putting you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before tucking you in.

he went back downstairs, eyes locked on the mess you made on the couch. a soft whistle escaped as he plucked your lashes off the sofa and put them on the table.

you probably wouldn’t become his girlfriend yet; but you damn for sure weren’t going anywhere now.

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ultraviolet disguise l s. crosby

don’t be so naive / you know that you are all I see

summary: Sid makes you apologize after you give him attitude all night.

wordcount: i literally don’t know how to word count on my iPad please someone tell me I swear it’s not too long maybe 4k

song: tonight you are mine - the technicolors

warnings: minors dni! Contains a whole lot of cursing and smut. Quite degrading and rough as well, so please read at your own discretion.

a/n: plotless, plotless smut. poor proofreading lol. When I say I would let this man do anything to me, I mean it. Feel free to fill my inbox with your thots. Love you always.

(＞。☆) ✒️ ˚‧ ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ ⺌

“Where is she?”

“Can someone go find her?”

Your group of friends was currently shivering on the sidewalk, in the Nova Scotia winter, as they drunkenly waited for their rides to take them home. All necessary interactions exchanged, and many waiting to happen behind closed doors, only a couple of people were sober enough to round up everyone and finally call it a night.

Sidney being one of them, noticed instantly they had left you behind.

In all honesty, he was cranky and tired, the frustration having built up from babysitting a bunch of wasted people.

“Isn’t she a grown ass woman or whatever. She can figure it out on her own.” someone slurred.

“Alright, I’m not missing our Uber because of this.” Sidney said, making his way back inside the bar with a huff. No one was coherent enough to go back in there anyways.

The place was packed, people happily mingling at every corner; thankfully, Sid had a great height advantage to almost everyone, so was able to spot you effortlessly through the chattering crowd.

As he walked over to you, thoughts and memories of the messiness that constituted your friendship plagued him, his heart quickening pace inside him.

“Are you done or what?” he spoke loudly above the music and chaos.

“Almost.” you said as you barely turned around to acknowledge him.

“Everyone’s waiting for you, let’s go.” He replied impatiently.

“I’m waiting for this guy to gi-”

“I really don’t care. We’re leaving.” he said, strictly, inching his body towards you and the exit.

Sidney used his physical edge to push you through the crowd, hurrying you with his haste steps right behind you.

“I don’t need you to do this, you know? I’m an adult.” you hissed as you kept walking.

“Well, then maybe start acting like one.”

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” you exclaimed, turning around and bumping into his chest. Despite your size difference, Sidney felt like he ran into a brick wall.

He sighed, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you into the nearby bathroom.

“What is your problem?” he said, raising his voice while locking the door behind him.

No one was going to use the bathroom until he figured out where your attitude was coming from.

“I haven’t done anything to you, Sidney.” you muttered.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been acting like a bitch the whole night.”

“Woah. What would the press say about hometown superstar Sidney Crosby using this kinda language?” you snickered, crossing your arms.

“Why are you being so… mean?” Sidney’s eyes narrowed at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, fucking, pushing me away all night, like I don’t even exist.”

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t kiss your ass like everyone around here does.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“That’s NOT what it is and you know it.” he yapped.

“I thought you said I needed to stay away from you. I’m too young or whatever.”

Sidney hadn’t rejected you per se, but at that moment, you both recalled the conversation from a while ago.

The conversation that was supposed to put all flirting to a half.

From both of you.

Supposed to.

“It’s not only that, Y/N. You’re Mike’s niece, it’s not right.” he replied, running his hands through his dark hair.

“Fine! Then why are you so mad when I ignore you?” you prompted, throwing your hands up.

“Not only did you mostly ignore me, you, were fucking rude the rest of the time, and I mean, you’re obviously so fucking desperate too.” Sidney almost word vomited, clearly ignoring most of what you said.

“How, Sidney? Literally, how?”

“I mean, look at what you’re wearing!”

“I meant how was I rude.” you said, making him blush at the miscommunication, too embarrassed to even respond. “Why are you worried about my dress so much?” you teased.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking annoying.”

You knew what this was.

Like a child, throwing a tantrum to get their mother’s attention, basically.

It was obvious to you that bowing down to his ridiculous comments wasn’t an option.

Not yet.

“You like it?” you said, running your hands down the cheap fabric that sat tightly against your body.

“No, I did not say that. I don’t like it.” he muttered, slightly looking away from you.

There was something quite entertaining about rendering a huge, masculine man down to this blubbering of a mess.

“Why not? Is it too slutty for you?” you laughed.

Sidney’s eyes were burning into you, now quite differently than before, as he turned his attention back to you fully.

Nevertheless, he remained silent.

“You holding back, Sid? Why? You don’t want to call me a slut to my face?”

“I would never do that.” he hit back, his low voice echoing in the tiled bathroom.

Looking out of the small window for a second, you sighed. It was too late, and everyone was waiting anyways.

Perhaps tonight you’d throw in the towel. He obviously already had.

“Whatever. We need to go anyways.” you said, walking towards the door.

“No, we’re not leaving until I get an apology from you.” he hit back, positioning himself between you and the exit.

Or… maybe he hadn’t, you thought, seeing that spark still in his voice.

“Good fucking luck with that.” you laughed.

“Just say you’re sorry.”

“I should be asking for the same thing, I mean, you’ve been pretty rude.”

“Because you were rude first!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.

“Do you hear yourself? I thought you were the “real” adult here.” you snickered.

He took a step closer just to have you take a step back.

There was no conceding tonight, actually.

He wasn’t getting any apology out of you anytime soon, and the more you stood your ground, the heavier his chest began to heave.

Unbeknownst to him, you knew Sidney perhaps too well.

He was simply too easy to read, always hiding under the hockey personality facade.

It might have fooled anyone else, especially, any other girl, but not you.

Throughout the months you had spent together, it had been incredibly simple to get to know him.

It was only after he distanced himself away from you that you decided to press his buttons.

He fell for it each time, his impulsiveness and real, undercover feelings exposing him and failing your tests constantly.

“You’re really, really pushing it tonight, Y/N.” he muttered.

“Fuck if I care.” you said, raising your shoulders.

Poor Sid, you thought, such masochistic tendencies he had.

If he could only burst his media trained bubble for a second, you could’ve had fun with that together.

“Fucking say sorry.” he repeated, once again.

He was slowly beginning to unravel, his feelings showing clearly through the tense muscles of his body language.

“Or what, Sidney?”

“God, you’re such a fucking brat.” he said, raising his voice, louder than ever before.

“Oh, there he is. Finally, you’re saying what you really think.” you smiled sweetly at him.

“You’re so fucking spoiled, it’s driving me insane.” he said, keeping the slow walk going towards you.

“Keep going, Sid, you’re just making this more enjoyable for me.”

“Yeah, of course this kinda of shit turns you on.”

“You’re one to talk.” you say, flicking your eyes down at the noticeable bulge in Sidney’s pants.

“We’re at a club, Y/N. Not everything is about you.” he said, rolling his eyes and yet attempting to close the space between you two.

“Then why are you here with me?”

“Because you won’t listen to me!” he exclaimed, his legs still moving towards you. “Is this what i have to do to get you to listen?”

“…Yes.” you whispered, and Sidney felt like he finally was starting to break you down.

“Drop the act, Y/N. Tell me what’s going on.” he sighed.

By now, Sidney had covered all the space in the bathroom, and found himself face to face with you against the wall, your fiery eyes looking up at him.

You had walked around in circles enough with him, literally and figuratively.

“If I could spit in your face I fucking would.” you said roughly, your eyes stuck inside his chocolate eyes.

“Do it, then.” he said, his face tilted down towards yours.

“Enough, Sidney.”

The smirk that you had so proudly sported all this time was long gone, Sid building up enough courage to now talk back to you.

“I thought you wanted to? Do it, then. Spit in my face.” he encouraged, smugly.

“You fucking wish.” you said, pushing against him with your chest.

“Woah, woah, calm down, now.” he chuckled, his fingers wrapping around your arms to keep you against the cold tiles of the bathroom.

You couldn’t hide the way his touch made you feel - you had dreamed to be in his hands for a while, and feeling him now just made you wetter.

Unfortunately for you, he noticed right away, his expression morphing into puzzlement as he took you in.

“Look at you. You like this, don’t you?” he asked, incredulous.

“Never in a million years.”

“Then what is this?”

Sidney’s eyes flickered down to your breasts, the hard nipples poking through your dress instantly giving you away.

“It’s cold, Sid.”

“I don’t know, your skin feels pretty warm under my hands.” he raised him eyebrows, moving his hands slightly up and down.

Plan foiled.

“Is this what this is all about?” he questioned, but you kept your lips zipped in frustration.

Sidney took an impossible step forward, your chests coming in contact.

“If I touch you down here, Y/N, what will I find?” he asked, trailing his fingers down your left arm gently.

“I don’t know, maybe if you ever fucked a girl before you’d know.”

“That’s a good one, baby.” he laughed. He couldn’t help it, seeing you so feisty just… for him.

That was all you wanted, apparently.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours, looking for approval as he lingered his fingers in front of your sex. As he got what he needed, he wasted no time in moving your underwear to the side.

“That’s what it is. You’re just dying to get fucked right.”

Sidney whispered a heavenly oh my god as his calloused, thick fingers rubbed your folds.

“Did raising my voice make you feel all hot inside?” he asked.

“No.”

“You’re fucking soaking my fingers, Y/N. Quit lying.”

He knew he could stretch you out immensely just by using a couple of his digits; but he decided not to, taking his touch just to your entrance and circling your clit, with no added pressure, making your head painfully fall back.

“I’m barely touching you and you’re already moaning. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he coaxed.

No witty come back spewed out of your mouth, the slight relief and building anticipation of indulgence growing deeper within you.

“You really want to be put in your place, huh? That’s all you want?”

His touch had you at a loss for words; you could barely nod in between needy whines.

“Stroke my cock, c’mon.” he said, his voice husky as ever, as he placed your hand on top of the swollen erection that was poking through his dress pants.

It was becoming hard to focus, hard to touch him right, Sidney refusing to dip his fingers at any point inside you, instead just painfully teasing you.

“Oh, you just think I’m going to fuck you like that?” he asked, dropping his hands away from you.

“Fuck no. Work for it.” he said aggressively. “Get on your knees.”

Your knees found the floor promptly, betraying your will but getting a satisfied smirk out of him.

“Look how obedient you’re being now, huh?” Sidney said, his fingers fastly undoing his pants in front of you. “Open up, baby. Let me see your tongue.”

Sidney slapped his cock on your tongue a couple of times before thrusting inside your mouth, not giving you a chance at any action but to wrap your lips around his girthy cock instantaneously, moaning in satisfaction.

“Holy fuck.” he moaned, letting his head lull forward with his bottom lip secured under his teeth. “This is what I have to do, isn’t it? I have to treat you like this, for you to-, to-, fuck, oh my god.”

You pulled Sidney’s length into your throat, your muscles tightening in a gag around his thick head, mostly in order to break him further and to stop his gloating.

“God, where did you learn how to do that, fuck.” he groaned deeply, lacing his fingers in your hair, instinctively massaging your scalp sweetly.

“You’re so much nicer when you’re choking on my dick like this.” he continued, his thighs tightening and clenching under your hands as you bobbed your head on him, thick saliva building at the back of your throat as you somehow devoured him more and more.

If he was holding back any moaning, it was hard to tell, his abs visibly clenching whenever you took him deeper and he, consequently, moaned louder.

“This is a good, good way to say sorry, baby.” he growled, his head thrown back, but stopping your motions right away.

“I’m not saying sorry, Sidney.” you said, pulling away from his cock so quickly that you were left with a trail of spit connecting you back to his glistening head.

He felt his chest fill with anger and lust, desire.

All he wanted to do was take you home and fuck you until you couldn’t talk back to him any longer. He instinctively wrapped his fist tightly around your hair, pulling you up by your locks.

“Look how messy you are.” he muttered as you came to your feet, his big eyes trailing over your shimmering chin, dripping in spit and precum. “Come here.”

Sidney shoved his tongue inside you, placing his other hand around your throat gently. He loved to keep your head steady as he overwhelmed your mouth, running his tongue over yours with no rhythm or caution, simply taking whatever he wanted.

“I guess I just have to fuck this attitude out of you.” he said against your lips as he pulled away breathless. “Face the fucking wall.”

As he turned you around, you did your best to hide the huge smirk on your face. He was finally going to give you what you both so desperately wanted; despite what he said, Sidney’s actions had always proved different than his words.

He hated that he had such a hard time resisting you, that he spent his night thinking about you with his cock throbbing in his hand, but he couldn’t wait anymore.

The rubber band had finally snapped.

Sidney squeezed your ass, your silky flesh crinkling in exquisite pain through your thin dress. He kept marking you with his fingertips as his other hand roughly pulled down your minuscule underwear, letting it trickle down your legs as he directed your ass towards him.

He tried to keep his composure as he pulled your dress up, the traces of his fingernails on your skin illuminated by the small ray of the street lamp that came through the high bathroom window.

It was hitting you perfectly, actually, so much so that he could see the glob of your wetness leaking out of your entrance, your pussy angled perfectly towards him.

“I would tell you how pretty you look like this but you don’t deserve it.” he spit out, beginning to stroke his member up and down your slit.

“You’re so fucking needy for me. I can’t believe how wet you are, God.”

Without warning, Sidney filled you up completely, ripping a gasp out of you as he gave you no time to adjust. His size made it hard to breathe or even keep your legs from wobbling already.

“Yeah, you’re not used to taking big cocks like this, aren’t you.” he questioned, readjusting the grip in your hair once again. “Well, you’re going to tonight.”

He began to fuck you, almost savagely, every mouthwatering plunge hitting your cervix and stretching you to your max. Sidney grunted deeply every time he moved. He knew that as much as he tried to keep it together, you could see the cracks within him, giving into you. But he knew he couldn’t back down without teaching you a lesson.

“Say sorry.” he groaned in your ear, but all he got in response were sweet moans.

Frustrated, Sidney picked up the pace, slamming himself harder against you and inside you. Your body rebounded against the wall harder every time, an aching starting to cover every inch of your skin, seeping within you and mixing with the unrelenting desire that he was sending through your being.

Whenever he wanted, Sid would move his right hand, squeezing and grabbing any bit of you that pleased him.

He was big enough to have access to your every part.

The back of your thigh, or the side of your tummy were covered in his fingertips, flecks of his rough handling beginning to dot all over you.

Your nipples oversensitized, having been rubbed against the freezing tiles through the fabric of your dress were the only sensation cooling you down as he kept increasing his rhythm, his heart pounding heavily against your back.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, tilting your head so he could see you. “Look at those pretty eyes rolling back. Fuck.”

The sounds that filled up the room were filthy, he thought.

Sidney felt primal, taking you in the bathroom of a sleazy bar, not because he had let himself go, but because it pleased him to put you in your place.

The buckle of his bell dinging against his pants as he sped up.

His heavy breathing fusing with your candied moans, reverberating against the empty stalls.

The squelching of your bodies united, drops of want and longing and frustration running down both of your legs, splattering against the ground or soaking his pubic hair - it was so dirty and out of character for him.

Only you drove him to this.

Knowing that he was the only one that could hear this, all of it being covered by the muffled sounds of the raging bar outside, made him grip your hair a little tighter each time he focused on it.

This was the closest he had ever been to your face. Underneath the light sheen of makeup, he could see your skin turning a deeper shade of red; those big and thick lashes he loved so much batting irregularly. He noticed you wanted to regulate your response to him, attempting stupidly to keep your pupils focused on him instead of oscillating to the back of your head once again.

But he could see right through you.

He could see you struggle, with your telling high pitched moans, trembling underneath his touch.

It exasperated him. Delightfully.

“You want to cum so badly, don’t you? Yeah?” he asked, almost mockingly.

You nodded, the pull from his hand making the roots of your hair sting more and more, pulling your face in such a pathetic way that kept Sid’s cock covered in wetness.

“Too fucking bad. You don’t get to until you apologize.” he barked, pressing your heating cheek against the wall.

Your defiance was obvious; you decided to keep this little game going a while longer, considering it made him so mad and delirious, pushing his pelvis so forcibly against you that your ass bounced audibly on him.

“Apologize. Be good, c’mon.” he uttered in your ear, doing his best at holding back his groans as he slowed his thrusts down.

Playing was for two people, after all, and he knew the change of pace would be what you despised the most. It was immediately evident, groans of desperation pouring out of you.

Still, you could see stars of pleasure as you squeezed your eyes tightly in anguish.

“Now, Y/N.” he demanded, a hand coming down to spank you harshly.

If it was up to him, he would have kept this going forever.

He had thought about a million ways to punish you throughout the whole night.

You were lucky he only had a public bathroom available at the moment.

He could feel you on the verge of breaking, both in the cracks of your voice, the fact that you were pushing back at him slightly, your body looking for more, and of course, your cunt clamping firmly on his cock through the wetness. He made the decision to keep the thought to himself as an attempt to keep you as tamed as he had you at the moment.

All he needed was to slow down even more.

As adorable as your squeals were, and as much as they made his dick twitch noticeably inside you, he wasn’t going to let up.

“I’m sorry, Sid.”

Eureka.

For once, Sidney had the upper hand. He made you putty in his hands and you equally knew it.

“Good job.” he said, fucking you roughly again.

He went back up to max, tightening his jaw as your pussy sent waves of toe curling pleasure down his cock. He was leaking inside you, precum spilling all over and painting your insides.

“I’m so sorry, Sidney, I’m sorry.” you repeated, his eyes on your face.

“That’s okay, baby. Just once was good, love. You’re so good. So good.” he said placing his lips against your cheek.

The act of tenderness made you quiver.

If you had let up once, you could finally fully let go.

You could feel his pupils dilating in lust as your mouth was stuck open, blaring your sobs and cries as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Ceaseless in his fucking, he seemed to thrust harder as he got closer too.

Sidney refrained from rubbing your clit. He wanted to, yet this was still a punishment.

“Atta girl.” he coaxed. “Keep coming for me, baby. Can you do that?”

You nodded dumbstruck, your eyes crossing deplorably as you kept shaking in bliss.

Sidney was focused on you; he noticed a silver thread of spit leave your bottom lip, your face still roughly pushed against the wall with his force, and he lost it.

“I need to cum, baby, I’m going to cum inside you, fuck.” he hastily groaned.

He growled deeply, thrusting all the way inside you and grinding into his orgasm as his cock let out hot cum within you.

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” his growls were deafening, numbing you and traveling throughout the stuffy air.

As you came down, you could feel him spasming yet inside you, his face still furrowed in a heated sweat - he had bottomed out inside ou, his strong pelvis lifting you a couple of inches off the ground, levitating under his gratification.

Soreness began to overtake you as the pleasure let down, all of Sidney’s muscles relaxing into you with a sigh; your heels clicked as he let you back off the wall slightly, pulling his cock out of you as he was still huffing.

The pain hurt so good for you both, breathing against each other as you tried to catch your breath at the same time.

“Look at me.” he said, turning you around so quickly you could have lost your balance, especially after he fucked you like that. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Seeing his usual sweetness come back made your heart swell, a smile growing on your face.

“I’m okay, Sid.” you said, biting your lip shyly.

“Now, what we’re going to do is…” he began after kissing your forehead, bending down to pull your underwear up, “put these on, keep my cum inside you, okay? Like a good girl, yeah, while we go out and grab a ride to my place. Yeah?”

You nodded, aroused that he wanted to keep this going.

“Good job.” Sidney placed his hand on your lower back, walking you to the door. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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Neeeeeeed more of Marty’s daughter and George! Was thinking of their bond/dynamic when George was taking care of her while Matty was sick plssss

is there somebody that can watch you?

george daniel + niece!healy!reader

warnings: fluffffff, being sick, i think that’s all????

a/n: Hi! i like this one it’s adorbs. ty anon!!!

You never heard the quiet footsteps coming into your room. It wasnt until the slight sinking of your bed and the gentle hand on your shoulder that you finally woke up.

When you opened your eyes you were greeted with George.

“George?”

“Hi, Bubs.”

“Daddy is sick. He doesn’t feel well, so you’re gonna spend some time with me. Okay?”

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. He just needs some rest.”

George got a text from your father less than an hour ago. It was only 7 in the morning at the moment.

‘Just woke up. I feel like shit.’

‘Alright?’

‘I need you to take care of baby girl for the day. I don’t want to get her sick.’

‘You know you don’t need to lie to get me to hang out with your kid. She’s more fun to hang out with.’

‘I’m not lying. I’m sick.’

‘Mhm…’

‘Mate I have a 102.2 degree fever.’

‘Ew stay away from me.’

‘Christ can you just come and pick up my kid?’

‘Hehe yeah i’m on my way.’

Next thing you know, George was in front of you waking you up, packing up a couple changes of clothes because it was very likely you would be with him for a couple days, and picking you up and heading out the door.

Matty was lying on the couch in his robe and an array of blankets drinking a cup of tea. You and George walked into the room and headed to the front door. George was carrying you with one arm and your mini suitcase with the other. You noticed your father called for him.

“Daddy?”

“Hi, darling.”

He looked like shit. He could tell by the look on your face that you were worried about him and it made his heart swell. That and the fact that you were still half asleep was a recipe for absolute adorableness

When George walked into his flat you were fast asleep in his arms with you head lying on his shoulder. Charli walked out from the bedroom when she heard the door open in close, and smiled at the adorable sight in front of her.

“Look at my little baby!” She whispered.

“Poor girl is passed out.”

She smiled and kissed her fiance. “Any plans for the day?”

“Yeah. hanging out with little Healy.”

…

Cut to a few hours later, Charli and you were sitting in the living room floor coloring notebook pages on either side of the coffee table. George came in with drinks for the wo of you and sat down next to Charli.

“Whatcha drawing babe?” He asked you.

“Princess.” You said.

“That’s a beautiful princess.”

“Do you like it?” You held the picture up to Charli.

She smiled. “I do. I love her dress.”

“Me too. I want to get married in it.” You said, continuing to color.

“No boys till you’re 30,” George said.

“That’s okay. Boys are gross.”

“What?! I’m a boy, does that mean I’m gross?”

“Yeah. You messy.” The couple let out a laugh.

“Hey!” George said.

Charli readjusted. “Boys can be fun! You can go on dates with them and hang out together and marry them.”

“Yeah. When I get married I want a pretty, silver ring and a big, white, puffy dress. Like Cinderella.”

George eyed Charli. They had just gotten engaged a little less than 2 weeks ago and hadn’t yet told you the news. “You know…I know someone who’s gonna get married.”

“Who?” You asked not looking up from your work.

“Auntie Charli.”

Your head shot up which caused the couple to laugh a little but. “You?” You asked. Your jaw was hund wide open. Charli nodded. “With Bubba?” You asked, pointing.

“Yep!” She said.

You ran around the table and hugged her tight. She did the same.

“Isn’t that exciting?!” She asked with a smile.

“You’re gonna look like a princess.” You said while pulling away. George just watched with a smile.

“I know! And you and your daddy get to come and we’ll get you your very own dress to wear so you and I can be princesses together.”

You smiled wide and big.

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Lady of the Ashes: Chapter 12

House of the Dragon Season 1

Aemond x TargaryenOC

Chapter Word Count: 8792

She was his everything… For her…he would do anything.

From the moment of her birth, Aemond Targaryen swore himself to the protection of his niece Aelinor Velaryon. As the two grew up inseparable, they find themselves entangled in the Dance of Dragons, battling to stay together even as their families try to pull them apart.

A/N: This is the ending of book 1! Enjoy! Thanks for reading! Cross posted on A03

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Aelinor was nearly mad with waiting by the time Aemond returned to her. The door to her chambers was locked from the outside, guarded by a guard who was unmoved for her pleas. With no means of seeking out answers herself, she was forced to sit in the window, watching the dust settle over the Dragonpit and praying to all the gods she could name that Aemond would come back to her. Her tears dried on her face, her throat sore from her sobbing.

The sun was dipping below the horizon when she heard voices outside her door, and then Aemond was pushing through. His hair was messy, a deep frown carved onto his face, but he looked no less worse for wear.

She began to cry anew, throwing herself across the room and into his arms. He barely caught her, her weight throwing both of them against the wall as she sobbed.

“I thought you were dead!” She beat a fist against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “No, Lina. I am not dead. Rhaenys only sought to flee, and no one was harmed.”

Aelinor pulled back slightly. “It was Rhaenys, then. I saw Meleys take flight from the Dragonpit and I feared the worst.”

“Only smallfolk and a small number of guards were injured.” Aemond’s hand stroked down her arm, and yet she did not feel comforted. “She had escaped her chambers, we suspect with aid.

Her chambers. Because like Aelinor, the Princess Rhaenys had been confined to her chambers. A well-treated prisoner. A hostage who was served dessert and treated with courtesies. If Aelinor had gone with Aemond to the coronation, might she have been able to flee as well?

“It is done then?” She asked quietly. “Aegon?”

“Yes,” Aemond nodded, a flicker of pain crossing his face when he stepped away. “My brother wears the Conqueror’s crown, and is lord of the realm.”

For how much longer, Aelinor wondered. Rhaenys would surely head straight for Dragonstone, to alert Rhaenyra and Daemon. If they had not already begun to muster their forces, they would now. What would they think when they learned of what had happened? When they realized Aelinor was still a prisoner in the court of the usurper?

“You’ve grown pale,” Aemond whispered, reaching out to touch her arm.

“Is it any surprise?” She scoffed. “With all I have learned today?”

Aemond took her arm and led her toward the chaise, not releasing his touch until she was seated upon it. Then he took the seat opposite her, allowing her a few moments to collect herself.

“We left things very badly earlier,” Aelinor said. “Before…before you left.”

Gods, to think that only a few hours ago she had been angry at him. That she had internally cursed his family and their entire idiotic plot to steal the throne. That those might have been her last word to Aemond, that he might have died in the Dragonpit while she paced in her chambers cursing his name, it was almost too much to bear.

“You were angry,” Aemond’s tone was gentle, understanding. “I cannot blame you for that. Though I will confess, it was not how I hoped you would react.”

“How else should I have reacted?” Aelinor demanded. “I was dragged from my chambers in the dead of night, made aware of a plot to steal my mother’s birthright, and then informed that I am to be a hostage for peace negotiations in a war that your mother and grandfather have started! Have I missed anything?”

Aemond looked down at his feet. “No. Only that I wish you would not think yourself a hostage. You are my betrothed, Lina. We are to be married. Is there not some part of you that is happier for it?”

Aelinor leaned forward, taking his hands in hers. “Aemond, I was happier for it the moment the King announced it. There is no one in the world I would rather marry than you.”

“But?”

“But…” She sighed. “Our union was meant to bring about peace. Now it is being leveraged against me to prevent a war.”

“And if a war is prevented?” Aemond asked. “What then?”

“What do you expect?” Aelinor asked, voicing the thoughts that had filled her mind since she had been alone. “If your brother retains the throne and my mother relinquishes her claim, I have no doubt that your mother will break the betrothal and seek out a bride more to her liking. And if my mother chooses to fight for her crown, if she storms the Keep and lets Daemon cleave Aegon’s head from his shoulders, then they will kill you as well, no matter how I might protest.”

Aemond’s face grew cold. “You have given this a great deal of thought.”

“I wish to marry you, Aemond.” Aelinor squeezed his hands. “But I do not wish to see the world torn apart.”

Aemond stood suddenly, marching toward the window. “Do you think I want this war? Is that it?”

“No!” She exclaimed. “Why would you ever want that?”

But even as she said it, she found herself doubting her words. Could Aemond let go of his grudge against her brothers so easily? He had promised her, but that promise had been made when they believed they would have years to slowly bring their families together and reconcile their feelings. Now they were heading for a terrifying clash, one that provided the perfect opportunity to spew hatred against her brothers.

Aelinor buried her face in her hands. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. She should have been happy. Everything had been so close to perfect, and now it was all ruined.

“What are we going to do, Aemond?” She whispered.

He did not respond.

There were not many options left open for Aelinor. If she tried to flee, to rejoin her family on Dragonstone, then she would most likely be either killed in the attempt or captured. Then she would be treated as a prisoner should be treated, cast into the dungeons somewhere with Jeyne. If she died, or if her family learned that she had been mistreated, there would be war.

But what was her other option? To remain at court and play the good little princess? If she stood at Aemond’s side as he supported his brother then she would be a traitor to her family. And she was many things, but she was not a liar. She could not swear false oaths and fake loyalty to a man who did not deserve his crown. What could Aemond do in all of this? He was loyal to his brother, and while she did not agree with it, she could understand it. After all, she had forgiven her brothers for their own cruelties against her, and she would have stood at Jace’s side against any who might have threatened his claim. Perhaps even against Aemond. So how could she expect him to do any differently?

And how long would she have to decide? Before Otto Hightower and Queen Alicent marched to her door and demanded that she bend the knee or face the consequences. What would she do then? What would Aemond do if she refused?

“I cannot swear to Aegon,” She said. “I cannot. It would kill me.”

“Then I will not ask you to.” His voice was hard.

“But what will you ask of me?” She asked. “Because I cannot remain locked in this room. People will demand answers.” Perhaps they would not. Perhaps there was no one left in King’s Landing who would question their new king on what prisoners he saw fit to keep.

“You shall not be confined, I will see to that.”

“How?” She demanded. “Talk to me, Aemond, please. You are all I have right now.” Her voice broke as she realized that it was true. There was no one else in this city that she could trust, no one who might look out for her or care about her wellbeing.

Aemond turned from the window, startling when he saw her near tears and rushing to her side. “Please, please don’t cry.”

“I don’t mean to!” She hated to be weak, to be so overcome that she could scarcely speak. But this was the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced in her life, and she could not see the way forward.

“You are my betrothed,” Aemond said. “ My Lina. I don’t care who you are sworn to, or if you bend the knee to my useless brother. You will have a place here. Always.”

“At your side.”

He nodded.

“In your brother’s court.”

His nod was more hesitant this time. “Yes.”

It was barely a solution. She could hardly go around proclaiming Aegon a usurper, and sooner or later someone at court would question her presence and the ambiguity of her loyalty. She would be declared a traitor by her mother’s supporters, and an enemy by Aegon’s. She would be parted from her family, from her brothers and Baela and Rhaena and the little ones, for an indeterminable amount of time .

But she would be with Aemond.

Would that be enough?

She reached out a hand, and Aemond did not hesitate before taking it. He dropped to his knees in front of the chaise, resting their hands in her lap. “You’ll stay?”

Did she have a choice? “I will stay with you, Aemond.” For better or for worse.

His face melted in relief, and he leaned up to capture her lips with his. For a brief moment Aelinor let her eyes flutter closed, let herself forget that the world was crumbling to pieces around them, that the dream she’d had of a perfect future with Aemond was being trampled in the chaos.

Aemond’s hand raised to trace her cheek, brushing softly against her nose. She pulled away slowly, regretting the loss of his touch as soon as she moved.

Aemond lifted their hands, pressing soft kisses to the back of her hands. She could feel the apology behind each touch of his lips. I’m sorry . I didn’t want it to be this way . I’ll protect you .

“So what now?” She tried to give him a small smile. “I suppose going for a ride with Darrax and Vhagar is out of the question.”

It was meant as a joke, but his face darkened.

“What is it?” She asked. “Is Darrax alright?” She cursed her selfishness, realizing that she had not even wondered after her dragon, if he might have been injured in Princess Rhaenys’ escape.

Aemond was shaking his head. “No, no, of course he is alright. I checked on all of the dragons before I returned. It was part of what delayed me.”

Of course it was. Because the Aemond she adored would never have let anything hurt their dragons. “Part of what delayed you?”

He looked down. “My mother — that is, the King has requested that I go as an envoy to Storm’s End.”

“But House Baratheon is sworn to my mother.” Aelinor breathed.

“Yes,” Aemond nodded. “I am to deliver an offer of alliance. Supposedly one that he will not be able to refuse.”

Aelinor could think of no offer that would justify breaking an oath. “What is it?”

“I do not know. I am just to deliver the missive.”

She was sure that her despair showed on her face. Not only was Aemond leaving, but he was walking into almost certain danger. If House Baratheon stayed true to their oath, then Aemond would be a servant of a usurper. They could detain, harm or even kill him. Perhaps turn him over to her mother.

But if Aemond was welcomed, then it meant that her mother had lost the support of a powerful house. And most troubling of all was that Aelinor did not know which outcome she was praying for.

“How long?” She asked weakly.

“Two days.” He said, squeezing her hands tightly. “I will leave on the morrow, and return in two days.”

Two days. Two days alone in this Keep, alone with her thoughts in a den of traitors and snakes.

“Aemond.” She was begging, though she did not know for what.

“I must, Lina.” He implored. “But I will return to you. I swear it.”

She pressed her eyes closed, taking a shaky breath. “You’ve never broken a promise to me.”

“And I never shall.”

Gods curse her for her stupidity, but she believed it. With all the faith and devotion she had held at five years old, Aelinor chose to believe him. She had no other choice.

“Then,” She forced a smile, trying to blink some tears from her eyes. “Let us have dinner together, so that we each have a good memory to tide us over until we see each other next.”

“In the library?” Aemond asked, lifting his hand to brush her tears away.

She shook her head. The library would remind her too strongly of her grandfather, and she did not know how much more sorrow she could bear. “The garden?”

“The garden.” He agreed, standing from the floor. “I shall order our dinner, and return to escort you in an hour. I must…I must change and speak to my mother first.”

Change because his clothes were still speckled with dust from the Dragonpit. Speak to his mother so that she might prepare him to serve as an envoy for Aegon. The world had truly gone mad.

But Aelinor nodded. “I shall await your return.”

He leaned down to kiss her again, looking like he wanted to say more. But whatever he saw in her eyes scared him into silence, and he turned and left.

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Storm’s End was a miserable, damp, hellhole of a castle.

Aemond’s impression of their potential new allies was a bleak one, making him regret all the more that he had agreed to his grandfather’s request. Anyone could have gone to treat with Lord Borros, could have delivered the message that he held clasped in his hand. This was not worth being parted from Aelinor.

The two of them had taken dinner in the garden. Aemond had the servants move the table away from the balcony, knowing that Aelinor would not be cheered if she were looking out at the city and could see the damage to the Dragonpit. Instead they had eaten in one of the interior pavilions, attended by a small army of servants now that they did not have to keep their meeting a secret. He had tried his best to take her mind off things, but he knew that he had been unsuccessful. No amount of lemon cakes or roast chicken could distract her from the loss of her family. They had retired early, and he had left before the sun rose to reach Storm’s End.

And it would be a loss. Despite what Aemond had told her, he knew that peaceful resolution grew less likely by the day. His mother held some fondness for Princess Rhaenyra, but he could not see an outcome in which she, Prince Daemon, or their pack of bastards were allowed to live the rest of their lives in any comfort, if at all. No, he was not about to risk Aelinor’s safety to sue for peace between their families. Instead he would just have to do his best to ensure that she remained on the right side of things, protected by their betrothal.

But it was difficult to protect her when he was in Storm’s End.

The Storm Keep was not impressed when he compared it to the Red Keep. He’d heard the stories, of course, about how the castle had been destroyed by a thousand storms until finally it’s walls were built strong enough to withstand the gales and thrashing waves that rose up the cliff. And it was not the strength of Storm’s End that he doubted. It’s walls were thick, it’s foundation solid, but the entire thing seemed to be little more than a beautifully carved cave, no amount of tapestries or fur able to keep out the damp cold that permeated every inch of the castle.

He had not been greeted upon his arrival. Vhagar had attracted much attention when he set her down just outside the castle walls, but Lord Borros was not there to greet him. Instead he had been met by the two knights who now led him into the castle. It was a sign of disrespect that the brother of the King had not been greeted properly, but Aemond could understand it. Though his brother sat the throne, things would seem less certain elsewhere in the realm. If Lord Borros were smart he would be sure not to commit to either side without considering his moves wisely. That he had not been meant with iron and steel was an indication that there was hope in Aegon’s cause. The Baratheon’s were not so dedicated to their vows that they would kill him on sight.

Two heavy doors swung open, and Aemond stepped into yet another cavernous room. A small crowd had gathered around the throne at the far end, where a large man with a dark beard sat swathed in a cloak of fur. At his side stood four girls with equally dark locks, along with a small retinue of knights and other lords that Aemond did not recognize.

“Prince Aemond!” Lord Borros called. “To what do we owe this visit?”

Aemond supposed he needed no introduction, not when his eye — or lack thereof — made his identity so obvious. “Lord Borros, I come with a message from your King.”

He walked forward, the letter held in his hand.

“And how is your father?” Lord Borros asked, no hint of subtlety in his tone. “Well, I hope.”

“My father is dead,” Aemond announced, noting the titters it set off in the crowd. “I come in service to the one true King, Aegon Targaryen, Second of his name.”

Lord Borros tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Your elder sister still lives, does she not?”

“I believe so.” Aemond stopped a few feet from the foot of the throne.

“And was she not sworn in as his heir?” Lord Borros asked. “Or am I misremembering.”

“My Lord Borros is very astute in his memory,” Aemond smirked. “But we must always do what is best for the realm, must we not?”

Lord Borros nodded.

Aemond held out the letter. “From the King, and my mother the Dowager Queen.”

There was an awkward pause, and then someone shuffled forward from the crowd. Aemond let the maester take the letter from his hand, watching the man climb to Lord Borros’ side before breaking the seal and reading aloud.

“I, Aegon Targaryen, Second of my Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, do invite House Baratheon to swear fealty to the Iron Throne and my ascension, as is willed by the gods and my father, King Viserys.”

They had made Aemond fly all the way to Storm’s End to deliver that ? Any knight could have delivered that message.

Still, the declaration seemed to alarm the room. People began to shift where they stood, some eyeing him nervously. He was either the brother of a king or a usurper, but he had nonetheless brought this matter to their doorstep.

“In addition,” the Maester continued, “As an act of good faith, I, King Aegon the second, with the support of the Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower, to propose a formal alliance be struck between our houses.”

Aemond schooled his features so that none of his confusion showed on his face. A formal alliance? His niece and nephew were still far too young to be wed, though he supposed a betrothal might be enough ‘good faith’ to secure Lord Borros’ support.

“With the consent of Lord Borros, we would seek the betrothal between his eldest unmarried daughter, or whichever daughter he sees fit—”

Something wasn’t right. Aemond started to step forward, but the maester beat him to it.

“And my brother, Prince Aemond Targaryen.”

One of the girls next to the throne let out a shocked gasp. Aemond glared at them, realizing that these were Lord Borros’ daughters. They were pretty enough, he supposed, but it did not matter. He was already betrothed to Aelinor, and no Baratheon could hold a candle to her.

“Well then, boy,” Lord Borros seemed to puff up in his chest. “You bring us an offer of marriage.”

Aemond opened his mouth, ready to dispute their claim. His blood seemed to boil as he realized what his family had done. They had sent him as an emissary to make their offer seem more legitimate, all but forcing him into a position in which he had to feign disloyalty to Aelinor in order to support his brother.

There was no way that any of his family expected him to go through with this plan. He was betrothed to Aelinor, and that had been his father’s dying wish, or close to it. It was not a betrothal that could be broken, nor was it one that he had any intention on breaking.

But this situation required a delicate touch.

“Does House Baratheon require bribery to ensure their loyalty?” He asked, trying to force some levity into his tone.

Lord Borros let out a single, hearty guffaw. “Hardly bribery when it is freely given. As it is, my House is so overcome with loyalty that we could never refuse such an offer from the Crown.”

Because who would? Aemond glanced at his daughters again, wondering which of them was the eldest. He would not marry any of them, and from the frightened looks they were casting his way, they did not wish to marry him either. They were no different from the ladies of King’s Landing who trembled any time he cast his eye over them.

“Is this it then, boy?” Lord Borros demanded. “If we pledge allegiance to your brother, swear to him as the King, then you shall marry one of my daughters.”

No . Aemond thought. I shall never marry anyone who is not Lina.

But what was the harm in lying? Once his brother’s claim was secured, they could break the engagement without consequence. If any rebellion had already been suppressed, if Princess Rhaenyra and her family had already submitted, House Baratheon would be forced to set aside their discontentment. Yes, this would work. As soon as Aemond returned to King’s Landing, he would take his mother aside and tell her his plan. They would hold to this false betrothal until such time that they no longer needed House Baratheon, and then they would break it and he would be free to marry Aelinor. Perhaps they would even find some wealthy lord to marry one of the Baratheon girls, as a show of good faith. His mother had likely already thought of this plan, and would support him when the time came.

So Aemond gave a sharp bow of his head. “I shall do as the King wills.”

Lord Borros smiled. “Very well then. To the King!”

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As forlorn as Aelinor felt without Aemond, she was determined to make a good showing at court. If what Aemond said was true and she was not a prisoner, then she needed to act as a guest. She would not remain in her chamber sulking and hiding as the Hightowers schemed against her family. No, she would not allow them that privacy. If they could move freely through the castle, then so could she.

Still, it took her until nearly midday to work up the courage and prepare herself to leave her rooms. Dressing herself without Jeyne was not a struggle, but she was not skilled enough to manage her hair, so she settled on a simple braid with her dragon hair pin at the crown of her head. Her dress was a plain gown in sleek black velvet, the long sleeves decorated at the elbow by thin silver bands. A mourning gown, for the death of her grandfather, with just enough ornamentation to show her standing.

She was a princess of House Targaryen. The daughter of the rightful queen. And she would not be made to hide.

The guards stood to attention when she opened her door, twin looks of confusion on their faces.

“Princess?”

Aelinor clasped her hands in front of her, the picture of a proper princess. “I am going for a walk. I assume you both will be accompanying me?”

“We…have been told to escort you, Princess.”

They had been told to keep an eye on her, more likely, but she didn’t care. They wouldn’t stop her, and that was what mattered.

She started down the hallway, keeping a brisk but casual pace that kept the guards following just a few steps behind her. The corridors were empty, an uneasy quiet filling the halls as she realized that far too many of the rooms she passed were vacant. Where had their occupants gone? Fled in the chaos? Imprisoned? Or worse?

The thought was one that could have sent her spiraling, so Aelinor once again focused on her goals. She must get her bearings and try to understand what was happening at court. She could not be useful to anyone, not even herself, if she was clueless as to what was going on. As she walked, her second goal would be to find someone who could help her find Jeyne. Not only was it not appropriate for her to not have a chaperone or a maid, but Aelinor did not like to think of any member of her household being treated unkindly. She had hope that Jeyne had simply been reassigned, perhaps told to work in the kitchens until she could be returned to Aelinor’s service. Whatever the answer might be, Aelinor would find it.

As she approached the center of the Keep and the main gathering halls, she slowly found herself surrounded by more and more nobles. They huddled in small groups, many of them with shoulders hunched or red rimmed eyes. Too many of them were wearing mourning black, and more than a few wore Hightower green. All of them turned to look as she passed, with only a few remembering to bow in greeting.

Aelinor did not pretend with niceties as she had when she first arrived, and did not grace them with so much as a nod. They did not deserve it. The frequency of the color green, and the fact that these people were still alive, all but confirmed that they had declared for Aegon. And Aelinor would not treat with oathbreakers.

“Princess.” A voice said from behind her, and she watched as expressions of alarm spread through the crowd.

She turned slowly, keeping a mask of indifference on her face. “Lord Larys.”

The lord in question stood behind her, wearing a black doublet with a dark green undershirt, pinned in place with a small bee-shaped broach. His cane was clasped in both hands, and that same unnerving smile was painted on his face.

“I admit, Princess, I did not expect to see you today.”

“No?” She kept her tone light. “I thought to take a walk. I found my chambers rather…confining.”

“I’m sure,” He hummed, his gaze scanning her from head to toe. “I’m sure you are lonely with Prince Aemond being gone. Perhaps I might offer my company?”

She would rather die. “That is not necessary nor suitable, Lord Larys.” She said quickly. “I would sooner keep company with the ladies of the court, though I do not see as many familiar faces as I would have expected.”

“As you can imagine, recent events have been divisive.” Lord Larys smiled.

“Evidently.” She wanted to turn and walk away, yet she knew that Lord Larys had the ear of the Queen, and as such likely had many of the answers she sought.

A guard walked up to Lord Larys, leaning down to speak in a low tone. “Lord Larys, you are needed in the dungeons.”

“The dungeons?” Aelinor said sharply. “I should not think the dungeons would require the attentions of a lord of your standing.” She spoke loudly, her words setting off an uncomfortable murmur in the gather nobles.

“As it is, we find our cells rather crowded at the moment.” Lord Larys said. “I must excuse myself.”

“You are not excused, Lord Larys.” Aelinor declared. She was a princess, after all, and it would be a grave insult for him to turn his back on her. She saw a muscle tick in Lord Larys’ jaw, and his tongue darted out to lick the corner of his lips.

“I am looking for my maid,” She said. “Her name is Jeyne and I understand she was detained the night of the King’s death. I want her returned to me.”

Lord Larys clicked his tongue. “Then I am afraid I must disappoint you, Princess.”

“I am prepared to go to the Queen,” Aelinor said. “She would not deny me my maid.”

“Oh, I have no doubt that she would not deny you a maid,” He tilted his head. “But alas, your maid, and all that remained of the Princess Rhaenyra’s household, have already been executed as suspected spies.”

A deathly silence fell over the hall.

“Executed?” Aelinor breathed, her chest feeling too tight. “When?”

“Yesterday evening, Princess, on the orders of the Hand.” Lord Larys bowed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

This time she did not protest, letting him walk away and leave her in her barely concealed grief.

Yesterday .

While she had been dining with Aemond, worrying over how she was going to miss him and how she would survive the confines of this new court, Otto Hightower had ordered that Jeyne be murdered. Who else? She was ashamed to realize that she did not know the names of the grooms who had remained to care for Darrax, or the tailor and stewards who had remained to help her get settled, before returning to their own families on Dragonstone in the coming weeks. They would never get the chance to return now. Was it her fault? Instead of eating dinner in the gardens and wallowing in her own grief, she should have been demanding their safe return, fighting for them. That was her duty, and she had failed them.

People were dead, and she hadn’t been able to stop it.

And she had a terrible feeling that this was only the beginning.

************************************

Lucerys Velaryon was here.

This complicated things. The boy was soaked to the bone, but kept from shivering as he walked into the hall. Aemond held back, just out of view of his nephew.

After delivering his message, Aemond had been offered a meal, which decorum had forced him to take. He had been preparing to leave, unwilling to spend anymore time away from Aelinor, when word came that Vermax had landed in the courtyard.

Lucerys’ eyes were scanning the crowd, unease clouding his features. No doubt he had seen Vhagar outside the castle, and he would be looking for Aemond to be somewhere within these halls.

“Lord Borros,” Lucerys announced, his voice impressively powerful. “I bring a message from my mother, The Queen.”

Lord Borros let out a huff of amusement. “Yet earlier this day I received an envoy from the King. Which is it, King or Queen? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it.”

Aemond stepped forward, a smirk pulling at his lips when Lucerys’ eyes widened. The bastard had not expected to be beaten in this game of diplomacy, and Aemond wondered whether the boy had the mettle needed to best him.

But Lord Borros’ words were not to be borne. How dare he question the House of the Dragon? It was for exactly that reason that this uncertainty must be squashed as quickly as possible, lest the power of their House be questioned.

Lucerys handed over his missive, and the maester hurried forward to read it. Aemond smirked as Lord Borros scoffed.

“Remind me of my father’s oath?” He shook his head. “King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact. If I do as your mother bids, which of my daughters will you marry, boy?”

Lucerys swallowed. “My lord, I am not free to marry. And I am already betrothed.”

“So you come with empty hands?”

“King Aegon is already married,” Lucerys said. “Does he claim to set aside his wife for your daughters?”

Aemond saw what he was trying to do, attempting to sow distrust into their brand new alliance. It was smart, something that Aemond himself would have tried to do.

“The offer is from his brother and envoy, Prince Aemond.” Lord Borros gestured to where Aemond waited. “So you come empty handed, boy.”

Lucerys turned to look at Aemond, confusion coloring his face. Aemond kept his expression neutral.

“This cannot be, My Lord,” Lucerys said hesitantly. “For I know Prince Aemond to be betrothed to my sister, Aelinor Velaryon. Unless…he has broken this engagement?”

Aemond heard the question he did not speak. Where is my sister?

The irritating thing was that Lucerys was right. Aemond could never cast Aelinor aside, but for the sake of his family, he must pretend that he was willing to do so.

So he squared his shoulders and said, “Princess Aelinor is the daughter of a traitor. I do as my King wills.”

Lucerys shook his head incredulously. “Then you are an oathbreaker, and as unworthy of my sister as you ever were.”

He turned back to Lord Borros, offering a polite bow. “I shall take your response to the Queen, my Lord.”

Unworthy .

You are unworthy of my sister .

“Wait, my Lord Strong,” Aemond stepped forward. “Did you really think you could fly about the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost.”

Lucerys tensed. “I will not fight you. I come as a messenger, not as a warrior.”

“A fight would be little challenge,” Aemond said, anger simmering in his blood. “No, I want you to put out your eye.”

There were gasps from those gathered in the hall.

“As payment for mine,” He continued, relishing in how Lucerys backed away. “One will serve. I will not blind you. I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.”

“No!” Lucerys shouted.

“Then you are craven as well as traitor.” Aemond ripped off his eye patch, letting the bastard see exactly what he had lived with. “Perhaps I should hold your hand in the fire, as you once did to your sister.”

“Do not speak of my sister!” Lucerys stepped forward with surprising boldness. “You who have never deserved her loyalty, nor her love. Where is she? Is she a prisoner in your Keep? Have you killed her already to make room for your new bride?”

“Give me your eye!” Aemond roared.

“I shall give you nothing!” Lucerys shouted. “I come as an envoy. But know this, Usurper, if Aelinor has come to any harm by your hand, you shall not know peace.”

“Who shall bring that vengeance, bastard?” Aemond seethed. “You? Your brother? You are no match for me.”

“Where is my sister?” Lucerys demanded.

“Your eye!” Aemond reached for his sword.

“Not in my hall!” Lord Borros ordered. “Someone escort Lucerys Velaryon back to his dragon. I’ll not have bloodshed beneath my roof.”

Lucerys cast one last glare Aemond’s way, before following the guards out of the hall.

Aemond’s chest heaved, his blood boiling with rage. Who was Lucerys to question his love for Aelinor? To suggest that he had hurt her? She stayed in the Red Keep for her own safety, and no matter that his family considered her a hostage, she was still his betrothed.

But that bastard conspired to take his brother’s throne, to take Aelinor away from him.

No, Aemond would not make it that easy for him.

And he followed Lucerys out of the hall.

**************************************

Aelinor was surprised when the guards allowed her to visit Helaena’s chambers. The Queen’s chambers, as they called it, because her husband was now King. It was nearly laughable. When the door was opened and Aelinor saw her aunt sitting on the chaise, a hoop of needlework in her lap and a vacant expression on her face as she watched her children play on the ground, she thought that she had never seen anyone less queen-like than Helaena.

And it was not a slight against her aunt, or at least, she did not think it was. Helaena was a gentle soul, ill-suited for Aegon and the politics of court. She wondered if her aunt had had any idea of the plot to steal her mother’s throne, or if Helaena was just an unwitting passenger in the scheme.

“Aelinor,” Helaena did not look away from her children. “You’re here.”

“I am,” Aelinor looked over her shoulder, waiting until the guards had closed the door behind her. “I am shocked that they will leave me in your company, considering we are apparently enemies.”

“Are we?” Helaena mused. “No one told me.”

“Nor me.” Aelinor went and sat next to her aunt. Leaning over, she studied the embroidery in the hoop. A tangled dark mess, with a single red thread knotted throughout. Not quite messy enough to be a mistake, and yet far too cluttered to be art. But her aunt had never held a particularly clear mind, and these were not easy times.

Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were playing with wooden blocks on the ground, seemingly unbothered by the tense atmosphere.

“They’re growing well,” Aelinor said. “They take after you.”

“Do they?” Helaena tilted her head. “I hope not.”

That hurt Aelinor’s heart, to think that her aunt might not see that she was a lovely person. She reached across to take Helaena’s hand, but her aunt flinched away. Aelinor tried not to let that sting, remembering how her aunt had never enjoyed being touched.

“I’m so scared, Helaena,” she whispered, knowing that she could trust her aunt to keep her secret. “I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you think you should do?” Helaena tore her gaze from the children, an unreadable expression in her eyes.

“I’ve no idea,” Aelinor sighed. “Aemond wants me to stay with him, and I do not wish to leave him, but how can I stay here? I…I cannot pretend to be something I’m not. I won’t.”

“Nor should you.” Helaena said. “You are more of your family than you know.”

It took her a moment to decode that statement. “Yes, I have often been told that I have all of my mother’s stubbornness. Perhaps that will serve me well here, give me the strength to stay true to what I know to be right.”

How did Helaena feel, knowing that Aelinor considered her husband to be a usurper? Did it bother her? Sometimes she thought that Helaena existed in a different world entirely, too distracted to be bothered by their family politics, so long as they never touched her.

“You are your father too.” Helaena’s voice was ice cold.

Aelinor froze. “What do you mean?”

“You will see, before the end.” Helaena sighed. “We all will.”

Aelinor was nothing like Prince Daemon. He was cruel, ruthless, the type of man who sowed chaos and blood everywhere he went. She could never be like that.

“You should go,” Helaena said suddenly.

“What?”

“You should go,” Helaena repeated. “It's for the best.”

“Oh, alright.” Aelinor stood, brushing out her skirt. “I’ll see you tomorrow, perhaps?”

Helaena shrugged, picking up her needle and thread. Aelinor took that as a dismissal, and Helaena started humming as she left the room. It was only when she was nearly back to her chambers that she recognized the tune Helana had been humming as one she had heard many years ago, a disturbing verse from her aunt’s lips.

“Blood and bars and iron. Blood and bars and iron.”

****************************

The sun was setting when someone began to pound on her door. She nearly froze in terror, remembering that night only a few days ago when the guards had come to take her away. Had they learned that she went to see Helaena? Had the hand finally ordered that she be thrown in the dungeons, or worse?

“Lina!” A frantic voice came from the other side. “Open the door!”

It was Aemond. She hurried to unlatch the door, and he tumbled inside.

Her first thought was that he looked unwell. His face was paler than normal, a slight tremble to his flesh, and his hair still is disarray as if he had come right from the Dragonpit.

“When did you return?” She asked, grasping his arms. “Was there….everything went alright?”

He didn’t respond. “Come, we must go.”

“Go?” She asked. “What do you mean?”

“Come.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her from the room. Her guards were gone from the hall, and she wondered if he had sent them away.

“Aemond, where are we going?” She asked. “What happened?”

He turned and pressed a finger to her lips. “I beg you, please, please stay quiet. We don’t have long before they realize I’m back.”

Did no one else know he was here? Why was he sneaking around? Aelinor had a million questions, but she did as he asked and refrained from speaking as he led her down the stairs and out into the courtyard. He peered through the door, and once he deemed the coast was clear they hurried toward where is white horse was secured to a pole.

“Where are we going?” Aelinor whispered. “I’m not dressed for—”

“There’s no time,” He insisted, spinning. With an easy motion he grasped her around the waist and lifted her into the front of the saddle, swinging up behind her.

“We can’t just— Her words died in her throat as he kicked the horse into a gallop and she had to grasp the saddle to stay seated. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other holding the reins as the stallion thundered through the open gates and down into the city.

Aelinor was not dressed for a ride. She wore the same black down she had worn all day with a simple hair pin, and now her hair was fluttering around her face as her skirt exposed her lower legs. Though, she supposed there was no cause to be outraged. They did not pass any guards as they passed into the city, and then they moved so fast that the smallfolk they passed seemed little more than a blur.

Aemond’s hand kept an iron grip on her waist, and she let herself settle back even as unease crept through her. She was certain that she was not supposed to leave the Keep, which meant that Aemond was purposefully doing something forbidden. Why? And had he only just returned from Storm’s End? Surely he should have gone first to the King and to his mother, but instead he had come to her.

They rode for what felt like an hour before they began to climb the hill to the Dragonpit. Aelinor’s mouth dropped open as they passed mounts of crumbled stone, some of them still stained with blood. The broken bodies of the dead had already been cleared away. Aemond pulled his horse to a heel at what had once been the gates, jumping to the ground and pulling her down nearly as quickly.

“Aemond, what are we…”

“Prince Aemond,” One of the Dragonkeepers appeared. “He is ready.”

“Good.” Aemond tossed a small purse to the man, who slunk back into the shadows without a word.

“Did you just bribe him?” Aelinor demanded. “Aemond, what is happening?”

It was growing dark now, dark shadows cutting across his face. “You’re leaving.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You need to leave,” He repeated. “They have readied Darrax. If you leave now no one will be able to catch you before you make it to Dragonstone.”

She shook her head, even as hope fluttered in her veins. “What do you mean? Not two days ago you were insisting that I stay with you.”

“Things have changed,” He said. “Things are…I think things will get worse. I will not have you here when that happens.”

Understanding dawned on her. Lord Borros had not agreed to Aegon’s demands. This was fear, terror as he realized that his brother would not be able to keep the throne.

Aelinor should have been happy. She did not wish for Aegon’s campaign to be successful. But Aemond…he was clearly terrified.

“I shall go to my family,” She said quickly. “I shall speak for you. We shall have peace, Aemond, I know it.” Her mother was far more rational than the Hightowers, and she could sway Daemon into cooperation. There need not be bloodshed.

Aemond shook his head. “You…you need to go, before it’s too late.”

Aelinor realized that he thought he was saying goodbye to her, perhaps for ever. She could not believe that it was true, and yet she had to acknowledge that things seemed terribly uncertain.

She lifted her hands to cup his face, “Aemond.”

“Please,” His voice broke. “You must go. Before…”

Before? Before what?

“Aemond Targaryen,” She forced her voice to be strong. “This is not the end for us. I have loved you all my life, and I will see you again. I swear it.”

A strangled sound escaped his throat. One of his hands dug around in his tunic, removing a small velvet bag. With shaking hands, he held it out to her.

“What is this?” She asked, taking it from him.

He glanced around. “It…it’s for you. Please…”

She wasn’t sure if he was asking her to hurry, or what he might be asking. But she carefully undid the strings, turning the back over her palm.

A small pendant slid into her hand. It was difficult to see in the dim light, but when she lifted it she could see that it was a small blue gem set in gold, a spiderweb-thin gold chain hanging from it.

“Oh Aemond,” She gasped. “It’s beautiful. Is it…” She gasped loudly as she recognized the gem.

“My…it’s my sapphire!” She gasped. “Your eye?”

He swallowed. “When they cut it to fit my eye, I had them keep that piece. I had it made for you years ago, and I was just waiting to give it to you at the right moment. But now I…”

Now he did not think that there ever would be a right moment. No, Aelinor could not let that stand.

She lifted the pendant over her head, the chain long enough that the sapphire slipped under the front of her dress, coming to rest between her breasts. “Thank you, Aemond.”

But he was shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

“We will have more time.” She promised, wrapping her arms around him. “Won’t we?”

He didn’t answer.

A familiar screech sounded from the Dragonpit, and she smiled as Darrax crawled forward. His dark scales glistened in the fading light, and he let out a soft coo when he saw her.

“Aemond?” She turned to him, still waiting on his answer.

He surged forward, pulling her tightly to his chest and kissing her with furious energy. Aelinor didn’t care that they were in public, that any of the dragon keepers might see them. She just melted into him, dimly aware of tears sliding down both of their faces. She could have stayed that way for an eternity, happily starved of oxygen if it meant that they need not be parted.

But Aemond pulled away, his hands tracing over her face. “You need to go. Please.”

She nodded shakily. “Alright, I’ll go.”

With more strength than she thought she had, she tore herself away. Darrax chirped when she grew near, dutifully dipping his shoulder for her to climb into the saddle. It was not easy in her gown, but she managed to settle herself and secure the straps around her thighs. Once she had the reins in her hand, she turned to look at Aemond.

“You’ll be alright, won’t you?” She asked.

Aemond gave a jerky nod. “Of course.”

“Good.” Her throat grew tight. “I’ll miss you.”

He pressed his eyes closed, nodding again. “I shall miss you as well.”

If she didn’t leave now, she wasn’t sure that she would ever find the strength. “Goodbye, Aemond.”

“Goodbye, Lina.” He stepped back, giving Darrax room to spread his wings.

Aelinor opened her mouth, the words catching in her throat. She took a deep breath. “Darrax, Soves! ”

With a loud screech, Darrax lunged forward, diving off the side of the hills. For a few terrifying moments she was in freefall, and then his wings caught the wind and carried them toward the sky.

*******************************

Dawn was breaking when she sighed Dragonstone. They had flown through the night, Darrax having to work twice as hard to avoid the harsh winds sweeping the coast. She suspected that they had missed the worst of the storm, yet her fingers were still frozen by the time she saw land.

Screams rose from the island as she circled low, aiming for the courtyard. Guards piled into the small space, narrowly avoiding being crushed by Darrax as they landed.

“State your purpose!” Someone yelled. Swords were drawn, reminding Aelinor that this was not a happy homecoming.

“I am Princess Aelinor Velaryon!” She shouted, dismounting as gracefully as she could. “Take me to the Queen!”

She had never thought that she would be so happy to see Dragonstone, but to see the halls filled with familiar faces, to know that she was not about to be arrested or murdered was enough to have her fighting back a grin.

She was escorted the the Great Hall, surprised to find it filled with people.

“Princess Aelinor Velaryon!” Someone announced.

Aelinor stepped forward, scanning the faces. Lord Corlys, Princess Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena. No Jace or Luc. At the head of the table, her mother sat in a chair with Prince Daemon by her side.

Not forgetting the new order of things, Aelinor dipped into a curtsy. “Your Grace.”

“Come from King’s Landing?” Prince Daemon asked.

There was a heavy feeling in the air, one that made Aelinor wish to curl up into herself.

“Yes, I flew through the night.” Aelinor said, turning to Princess Rhaenys. “I was glad to hear of your escape, Princess.”

“And I am surprised to learn of yours,” Princess Rhaenys said.

“I had assistance.” Aelinor said, deciding not to betray that it was Aemond who had helped her.

Disliking the atmosphere, Aelinor stepped around the stone table, making her toward her mother.

“Mother?” Rhaenyra did not rise to greet her, her face pale and stricken.

Aelinor cast a glare at the crowd, and most of them averted her eyes. She knelt next to her mother’s chair. The gold crown on her head sat low on her brow, and there were salt marks down her cheeks.

With a start, Aelinor realized that she was no longer pregnant. “The babe?” She asked quietly, her voice breaking.

Rhaenyra shook her head. “No. She is gone.”

She. Aelinor had lost a sister.

She reached for her mother’s hand, and Rhaenyra took it, giving her daughter’s hand a squeeze. “I have missed you, Mother.”

Rhaenyra’s lips pressed together, as if she were trying for a smile and failing. Something was wrong.

Aelinor looked around, noting the absences from the table. “Where are Jace and Luc?”

“Jacaerys flies North,” her father said, “ To summon the banners to your mother’s cause.”

Jace was well-suited to diplomacy, and Aelinor had no doubt that he would do well. “And Luc?”

Rhaenyra made a broken sound, and Aelinor felt her stomach drop. “What is it?”

Prince Daemon’s fingers tightened over the hilt of his sword. “Prince Lucerys was sent as an envoy to Storm’s End.”

Aelinor was going to be sick.

“And word reached us before we fished his remains out of the sea.” Prince Daemon finished.

“No,” Aelinor breathed. “No, it cannot be.”

“Lucerys is dead,” Rhaenyra choked out. “Murdered.”

“Murdered.” Aelinor shook her head. “This is not possible.”

She rose shakily to her feat, feeling as though the world was falling out from under her.

“Don’t forget the most important part,” Prince Daemon leveled his gaze at Aelinor, and she knew what he was going to say even before he spoke. “His murderer, the one who they say hunted him through the halls and pursued him into a storm.”

“Please, no.” Aelinor begged.

“Your brother was killed by Aemond Targaryen.”

Aelinor’s world shattered.

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✨2023 writing round-up✨

Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.

2023 saw me writing a lot of unexpected and new things! It's been a unique year in the Hippoverse to say the least. Going to highlight some of my favs as well as things that never made it to AO3 💖 Putting it all under the cut to save your dash 😘

January

you spoke to me so sweetly | 2.6k | E (Twylexis)

aka the fic I wrote before shit got real

Alexis hums her appreciation, letting her eyes fall closed while Twyla repeats the circuitous route, and breathing in the blend of lavender and lemon oil her wife insisted upon for “calm and good luck”. The temporary serenity only lasts for three or four passes until a light knock at the door interrupts. She doesn’t try to hide her instant pout when the gentle pressure disappears and she’s forced to open her eyes again. Dr. Rist breezes inside, far too perky in Alexis’s opinion. Perhaps it’s a good sign. Despite her nerves, Alexis plasters her PR smile on, and clasps Twyla’s hand – the only tell she’ll allow to indicate she’s worried while they wait to find out what kind of life changing the appointment will be. “Well,” Dr. Rist says. “Alexis. Twyla. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin, shall we?”

tumblr prompt fill for but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day featuring David and Stevie -

Stevie turns her head and he’s very uninterested in the look on her face, what it might mean. He’s only seen it once before - in the low light of her messy apartment - which is why he’s positive she’s about to drop a bomb on him. Something that preemptively makes his insides twist. It’s too much for getting high and laying out on the roof of the high school.

March

all in the Jee-tails | 4.5k | T (Buddie)

Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley. Buck watches with fascination as the sewing machine’s needle dips and resurfaces, piercing the shimmery blue fabric. A wave of satisfaction and pride washes over him when the final stitches meet seamlessly with the beginning ones. For only putting in minimal effort during Family & Consumer Sciences, he’s impressed with his handiwork. He eases his foot off the pedal and snips the thread, freeing his creation so he can try it on. Ever since Jee watched Sleeping Beauty and Shrek for the first time she’s become obsessed with all things fantasy. Much to Maddie, Chim and Eddie’s amusement, Buck couldn’t help himself from buying her a sparkly dress (or three), as well as a tiara fit for pint-sized royalty. Of course, once she had her clothes to play dress up, she needed a fearsome beast to battle. And, well, how was Buck supposed to be an effective dragon without his own wings? OR There is a Princess, Knight, Dragon, Wizard and Damsel in Distress and there is nothing Uncle Buck won't do for his niece.

NGL I absolutely adore this one. I had a blast writing it and assigning roles to the Han-Buckley-Diaz family.

I'm reaching for you, terrified | Buddie tumblr post

I’m leaving the 118. Buck has had his oxygen tank run out, he’s been caught in more natural disasters than he’d prefer, and trapped under a ladder truck. Among other things. Those agonizing memories pale in comparison to what he feels now, hearing Eddie’s announcement. He’s a mix of breathless and numb and tingling pinpricks dancing over his skin. Of too much and not enough and loss.

May

I know all your secrets | 4.6k | E (David/Patrick)

A fic I originally published in 2022 but added a much needed chapter to

Patrick grins, noting the warm, spicy scent filling the spaces between them. It should make him wary, but that sensation stopped long ago, replaced by want and lust. “Rose, we meet again.” “So we do,” David purrs in response. “I hope you’ve been well since Denmark.” Patrick traces a finger over the curves he’s become so accustomed to, feeling the sleek mother-of-pearl buttons under his skin until he hooks onto the V of the single-breasted tuxedo jacket. “Never better. Should we exchange the usual my country wants you dead pleasantries first or is foreplay off the menu tonight?” or the AU where Agents Brewer and Rose are rival spies who can't seem to stay away from each other

June

the only thing that matters now (is everything) | 882 | G (Twylexis)

aka the fic I wrote after shit got real

Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling. Golden wavy strands glide between her fingertips before dropping back to the pillow, a feeling she wants to take advantage of while she can. The self-soothing act had always calmed her as a little girl. Tonight she’s not exactly troubled, but ever since the tests came back, and the immediate future is wrapped in so much uncertainty, she’s found herself doing it more often. Beyond the sliver of moonlight spilling through the window, painting an ethereal line across the carpet and over the blankets, she doesn’t know what time it is. Only that it’s still night, and dawn could be minutes or hours away. Patrick, with all his lil’ nature skills, would probably know without having to look at a clock. She’ll have to ask next time they talk. ---------------------- A future fic that leaves Alexis pondering life put on hold by the unexpected

October

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November

if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) | 3.2k | T Buddie

a foray into angsty writing

Eddie knows it’s him immediately. Feels the weight of his presence like a favorite coat that doesn’t quite fit anymore. Of course he does. Try as he might, Eddie will never not know when Buck is nearby. They are too intertwined. Had become too embedded in each other’s lives before- well, before everything. Before death doulas and school projects, lightning strikes and gunshots, poker games and treasure hunts. Long before Christopher graduated high school, Bobby retired and Hen became captain, and Buck… disappeared. One day he and Buck were moving Christopher into his dorm room, laughing and making plans to send care packages from themselves and Tía Pepa. And the next Eddie felt like he was reliving I need some time too all over again. OR After Chris leaves for college Buck mysteriously disappears. Five years later he finally returns with some answers.

stay here honey (i don't wanna share) | 1.8k | E Lutalia

baby's first Lutalia fic!

This – laying around cuddling after sex – isn’t their usual arrangement. Not like they have a usual arrangement. The only constant is one of them needing to blow off some steam and sending a text that sometimes only consists of a question mark. Then they fuck wherever is most convenient, whether that’s a car, motel room or, on at least one occasion, Nat’s office. Once in a while, like tonight, they both have the time and coordination to meet at one of their apartments, although it’s a scenario they tend to use infrequently for the purposes of keeping things casual. OR Natalia helps soothe Lucy after a rough shift

December

Buddie-ish prompt fill for @steadfastsaturnsrings - Eddie doesn’t remember hanging up the phone, or locking the door. He doesn’t remember grabbing the baseball bat that he keeps under his bed in case someone breaks in. Or where his reign of terror began. He supposes he swung for the first thing within reach and didn’t stop until there was nothing left his brain recognized as destructible.

Buddie prompt fill for @statueinthestone (also added to the WIP pile to explore later) - Buck doesn’t remember exactly when the dreams started, just that it was sometime during his 1.0 phase. Like his subconscious realized before he did that sleeping around wasn’t cutting it. That he craved something deeper and more complex than purely physical relationships.

Fellow Travelers prompt fill for @vanillahigh00 - The words are a balm as much as they are a cut. A stabbing reminder of everything Tim can’t have. Could never have, really. Hawk was never his to keep. And as impossible as their love was before, it’s even more so now. Because Hawk belongs to Lucy. He’s a family man, a paragon of virtue within his world. Even if it’s all a lie.

Miscellaneous (edits and other things)

shall i write it in a letter? - Buckley-Diaz Family edit

And there's this boy... Buddie edit

Offering original poem

Adulting Gold Stars (part 2)

Poker Date Buddie edit

Now & Then Buddie edit

TG:M Buddie edit (is it the most amazing thing ever? not particularly but it was my first so you get it too)

London Boy Oliver edit

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @thekristen999 @wikiangela

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#i uh did a lot this year #and this isn't even everything #pretty damn proud of myself actually #2023 writing round up #hippo writes #hippo makes things #twylexis fic #lutalia fic #buddie fic #buddieedit #buckley diaz family

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shipcestuous · 27 days

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If people are looking for a good, incestuous webcomic about Greek Mythology, I can't recommend Theia Mania by A-gnosis enough. It's kind of an anthology series, with different stories about different gods, but it's currently in it's Hymn to Demeter arc, so right now there's a lot of focus on the Hades/Persephone relationship going on.

I love it because it's very well-thought-out and well researched, and the author's love for Ancient Greek literature, and history shines through every page. Plus, in it the gods are a big, messy family where everyone's flawed but (while I do have my preferences and it's easy for me to like/sympathize with some characters but not others) no one is a complete monster or a one-dimensional caricature of a villain. There is some incest-negative talk here and there, granted, but I feel it's always very justified by who's saying what and in which circumstances.

At one point, Athena fears (though that's not actually what's happening) that Zeus is going to try and come onto her because... well, I don't want to spoil it because I think the way the author went about the whole "Zeus ate Metis and then Athena came out of his head" thing is really interesting. But anyway, to me that moment feels like it's more about "I thought we were becoming close because you genuinely cared about me as a person and a family member, but now I think you might just you see me as a way to get my mom back, like I don't matter and only she does" or even "I thought you really respected me and cared about me in the platonic way I care about you, but now I suspect for you I might just be another woman to seduce and either discard or keep as a dirty little secret," plus Athena is asexual in a culture where she doesn't really have any tools or resources to help her understand what that means, so at times she's just generally uncomfortable with the way most other gods seem (from her perspective) to be constantly going on about sex and doing crazy, stupid things to get it.

Later on, Persephone is also outraged and upset with Zeus for seducing her and says that's just proof of how fucked-up their family really is... but, again trying not to spoil anything, Zeus deceived her by hiding his identity, thus taking away from her the choice of having sex with *him* or not, and then he kept disrespecting her autonomy and her ability to make her own decisions even while putting her in a very, very tough spot. Which is clearly something that has overall a bigger impact on Persephone than just the idea of having had sex with her dad.

And that's it, really, at least from what I remember. So, in conclusion, the problem is not incest so much as... Zeus.

... okay, no, that was just a joke. XD Zeus does have his good sides, too, and it's not like he's completely incapable of caring about other people, in the end. But the problem is not incest so much as men who treat women like objects, lie to them and hide things from them then expect their trust anyway, think that just because women are open about liking sex or otherwise "not respectable" in some way then they should also be "available" to them specifically, or otherwise disrespect their right to make their own decisions. Which is a point I think the entire comics makes really well, as it doesn't shy away from the problems that come with being a woman in an historical setting like this while at the same time also having plenty of nuanced, flawed female characters who never feel like they're supposed to be perfect little victims just there to show how tragic their suffering is and never have a moment of happiness or fun.

And honestly, I think that's part of what makes A-gnosis' version of Hades/Persephone just so good and engaging. They're uncle and niece, but Persephone isn't uncomfortable with that (unlike with the whole thing with Zeus) because she gets along really well with Hades, they get each other and also each other's perspectives on life, and they respect each other both when it comes to sex (which is also an interesting element on its own, as Persephone is allosexual with a high libido and generally just loves doing it, and feeling sexy, too, while Hades is demisexual and has struggled with understanding what that means to him while feeling like the odd one out among his siblings) and other things. Hades abducts her to take her as his wife after asking permission from Zeus but not her and Demeter, but he doesn't actually want to force her into anything and has a hidden motivation that he discloses right away to Persephone because it involves something that's happening to her that they have previously discussed and they're both worried about, but she's also rightfully angry at him for a bit and bluntly points out to him that he could have tried to find a better way to bring her to the Underworld and work on the problem without other people sticking their noses in their business. They have their own problems but they work through them as two people who care for and are coming to love each other, and on top of that they have very compatible personalities and even sense of humor, and it's so good to see!

Also, he's a grumpy nerd who usually gets along better with the dead (whom he's actually fiercely protective of and cares a great deal about) than the living (who he often doesn't understand, leading him to act dismissive, overly strict, or unapproachable towards them, and who don't usually offer him much understanding and compassion in return) and she's a loner with a noncomformist streak and a punk vibes. Which is an interpretation I'd never really seen before (well, not punk loner Persephone, at least) but now I'm in love with it!

Uh, and also, have you ever wished for an Hades/Persephone romance that treats Demeter as a good mother who dearly loves her daughter instead of an harpy who purposefully keeps her isolated and naive and prevents her from spreading her wings for her own gain? Well, Theia Mania's Demeter is amazing. The comic doesn't go to the opposite extreme of making her the Perfect Mom whose only personality trait is being a mother, either (if I had a nickel for every time I've seen anti Hades/Persephone people clamoring for that while somehow thinking themselves so much more progressive than the Demeter bashers... let's just say, I'd have way more than just two nickels, lol!) and so she ends up as one of the most sympathetic characters in it. She has issues and flaws and she's traumatized (and not just by the Poseidon thing I mentioned above) and, as much as she loves her, she doesn't always really get her daughter, but she's never just an annoying obstacle on the road to Hades/Persephone realizing they want to stay together, she has her own story going on that obviously intersects with theirs but is very much about her. And I just want her to clear up all the misunderstandings between her and Persephone, hopefully reconcile with Hades (she's not okay with him right now both because of his recent actions and because of something else that happened between them in the past), and be happy with her girlfriend (and I mean that in the canonical sense, btw) Hekate!

Sorry for the rant but Theia Mania is the best modern adaptation of Greek Mythology I've read in a while, and I couldn't help but spread the love!!

... er, Theia Mania anon, here again! Just realized I accidentally erase da line in my ask and forgot to rewrite it before sending! I wanted to say there's also a flashback Poseidon/Demeter thing that could maybe also be interpreted as incest-negative, as he... well, let's just say he really doesn't care about her consent, and leave it at that. She understandably feels very violated by this, but because there was a certain chemistry between them at the time and *he* interpreted it as romantic/sexual, he claims she was leading him on/only saying no out loud to protect her honor as an unmarried woman while "really" she wanted him to go on. But again, the point there is not that they're brother and sister, even if personally I got the vibe she *only* saw him as a brother she got along very well with. The point is still that he shouldn't have just taken what he wanted, he should have actually treated her as an equal and respected her wishes, without making up excuses about "what women do" and "what women really think." So, yeah, that's what I was referencing in my comment about Demeter!

How exciting to have something well written to enjoy! I love the sound of all of the nuanced characters and the complicated relationships.

Thanks so much for this detailed rec.

#asks #anonymous #first post #mythology #greek mythology #theia mania #commentary #noiv #nr #new canon #hades and persephone #comics

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despairinthedeparturelounge · 2 years

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The charmer

Aemond Targaryen x OC fem! Dahlia Hightower

Warning: common incest (i mean come on) nephew & aunt, a tiny tiny bit of smut at the very end, possible typos and bad grammar since english is not my first language.

Like & comments are very much appreciated

Dahlia Hightower, the youngest child of The Hand, Sister to the queen,

was considered fortunate and unfortunate at the very same time by herself, being the second born freed her from the heavy duty of marriage the way it trapped her sister, leaving her less valid and vulnerable to the preying eyes of others.

Dahlia spent most her times listening, observing and learning,

She became everyone's favourite in her very own way, seemed to have a knack for enchanting people to listen to her,

She even had prince Daemon in her mercy, some might say Dahlia Hightower is a witch casting spells on men of king's landing but those close to her knew better,

She was just a charmer, a dangerous one! So giving her what she pleased had become the only way. And her family knew it too well to let it slip through their fingers easily, for a bit of entertainment she would agree to act on her father's wish,

Or a simple favour asked by her grace, the queen.

She loved her family and was loyal to them there was no doubt in that, all the games and charms would be set behind the door the moment she entered the chambers where her niece and nephews were, she was there from the moment they opened their eyes, finding comfort in the messy yet full of life of the children's presents.

The kids grew up watching her, hearing numourus rumers about their aunt that mostly would bring the young boys blood to boil, people had eyes and it wasn't hidden from anyone how much of a fair woman she was, her beauty never failed to stun men whether it's the first or the last time their gaze land upon her, Dahlia's emerald eyes were a gift from her mother, bright and mesmerising completing with long raven locks of hair reaching almost to the back of her thighs, always designed or braided with gold clips or gem stones dangling from the front strand into her face, a sight to be hold even by the young prince who found himself unable to torn his eyes away from his aunt as she passed them by while training, catching him off guard.

She was the first one to hold Aemond's hand when he was attacked, when the maesters were stitching him she watched her sister panic, cry, mad and burst it out on princess Rhaenyra, but she remained there holding the boy's hand encouraging him to keep talking to her, "you're a brave boy Aemond!" Her praise muted every other noise in that room for Aemond, he could only hear her, see her, feel her.

For the next years Aemond grew so fond of spending time with Dahlia,

She, among all the people was the only person he trusted enough to remove the eye patch when he was with her, in earlier stage Dahlia would ask and learn how to clean and treat the scar so she'd be the one taking care of her nephew for it to soon become a hubby of them both, resting in each others presents, and before he knew he was long gone, lost into The Charmer's magic unable to find his peace anywhere else. "Princess Rhaenyra is traveling over to king's landing along side her family." He said walking towards the window, "mhm" was the only respond leaving Dahlia's mouth, drown in the new book Aemond brought her three days ago, "It's been years since either of them walked in this castle, shouldn't your answer be a bit more.... surprised, dear aunt?"

Closing the book she placed it on the table before turning all her attention to the prince, "you sound frustrated, this is their home after all, they would be back sooner or later" he turned back to her direction slowly approaching the green eyed woman sitting before him, "it concerns me, them being here" he admitted kneeling before her as she played with the silver strands of his hair, brushing them away from his face,

Aemond never spoked about the matters in his mind since he never thought of himself in a place to say something especially about his sister, or uncle to anyone, but Dahlia always had a look of enthusiasm for his words that he was addicted to,

She listens and guides him, "for your own good, dear nephew i assure you all Rhaenyra thinks about is his father," she said still having her fingers in his hair making him melt into her touch again.

"And Daemon?" He asked looking up at her face,

"What about him?" Aemond scanned Dahlia's face carefully, his eye wander all over her face before fixing it on her lips, watching them curl into a mischievous smile, "what's on his mind aunt?" Bending forward her face was just few inches away, he could feel her warm breath on his skin "none of your concern my dear, his business is his only"

"I never liked him neither his business, having to do anything with us" his words were low, careful but confident, "who is this us, Aemond?" He looked down for a second only to look back at her once more, holding her hand in his cold ones, slender fingers caressing her skin. Lips trembling, tempted to say words that want to fly out of his mouth so badly, she smiled watching the young man before her that had grown into a wonder, mind to body.

"Uh my dear nephew, my dear dear Aemond" brushing her thumb on his lips, her eyes soften when he kissed her fingertips, "you are a prince, an important man to this kingdom or even next! You need to be betrothal to someone that will add strength to this house!" Chewing on her bottom lip, she placed her forehead on his closing her eyes, they stood there for a minute or two before she spoke again, "we cannot surrender to our desire" she was crying and Aemond's heart ached hearing her voice like this, cupping her face with both his hands be shook his head, "this kingdom is ruled by desire..." He muttered kissing her wet eyelids,

"Don't...Aemond... i beg you..." he was quick to shut her by pressing his lips to hers, backing for a second she gave in to the kiss eventually, moving her lips to devour more of him, hands clutching to his collar to push herself further into his touch, feeling the skin of his neck under her touch she harshly broke the kiss and stood up, not looking back once she walked out of the quarters wiping her eyes dry with the sleeve of her gown, her feet were fast to make their way back into her private chamber, closing the doors behind her.

The guests arrived sooner than expected and as the events followed the other, a supper was arranged featuring everyone.

"This one my lady?" Lyla, the maiden that happen to be Dahlia's favourite carried a gown rather so carefully in her arms, she was of a smaller figure than Dahlia, a bit shorter too, so she was careful not to step on the dress, "yes Lyla, thank you"

"Should we gather all your hair up my lady? In a bun perhaps?" Dahlia frowned staring at herself in the mirror, imagining the picture. She then laughed turning back to face the blonde girl, "that would take ages and ten maid, Lyla!"

"What about a smaller one? Like half of it?" She spoke having the sweetest accent, no wonder why Dahlia was so fond of her, she was tireless just like her.

"That'll do it, thank you!" Dahlia smiled, stripping from the white sheer dress to put on her chosen gown, a navy blue dress with magnificent golden details drawn all over the sleeves to her chest, a slight open gap between them to show off more than enough cleavage connected with strings of the same colour, paired with a perfect diamond necklace, a dear gift from Aemond.

Not long after everyone soon gathered around the big table, princess Rhaenyra sitting with her husband and their children, then there was the queen and her father and the children leaving Dahlia no choice but the empty sit next to her father, next to Aemond.

"You look wonderful princess Rhaenyra, i hope you're not tried from traveling" dahlia spoke, a sweet tone and a genuine smile. She liked her there was no doubt Rhaenyra held the same mount of respect towards the young woman, "you as well dear Dahlia, the dress has served you justice" she smiled turning to Daemon, "I hope you enjoy your staying here as well"

"I appreciate it lady Dahlia" Daemon spoke calmly, treating her with a smirk.

It was tense but she would lie if she said she did not enjoy the gathering a bit too much, all the tension fed her amusement well all until Aemond stood up making a toast to his nephews,

"Aemond please..." Alicent begged her son to stop, giving Dahlia a worry look asking for help,

She saw the look in his eyes, Rhaenyra's boys and it all reminded her of the night when lucerys cut the wound deep into his face, Aemond, before speaking another word look over his shoulder to only to see his aunt staring at him, smirking.

He then closed his eyes tilting his head to the right, still holding up the cup. Oh things this woman does to him, the breathed out before talking again, "let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys,"

"I dare you to say that again" jace said from where he was standing,

"Why? That's only a compliment" he stopped before walking away from the table, and Dahlia tried her best not to look amused, "do you not think yourself Strong?" Aegon was first to smack the poor boy luce's head on the table,

"Enough!" Alicent shouted as Dahlia stood up from her chair, still watching as Aemond pushed jace on the floor laughing.

Dahlia's boys.

" -i was merely expressing how proud i am of my family mother" Dahlia stood there holding her sister's arm, an act to try to calm her down a little. "But seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs" Dahlia grasped Aemond's wrist and pulled him back and stepped in front of him when jace rushed forward,

"Wait, wait" Daemon spoke walking to jace to make him back off and with the princess's order all were gone, back to their quarters.

Daemon turned back staring at the boy with Dahlia still in front of him, gazing upon the older man she drawn a force pressure and led Aemond to walk away from them, still holding his arm in hers.

"I bet you're quite entertained for the night" walking in the dark empty halls Dahlia's hand ripped apart from his arm, "admit it Dahlia i know how to keep you on your feet" she turned back looking at the proud boy standing, "what were you thinking!?" She wasn't mad no, she sounded curious,

"You, wasn't it clear? You are all up in my mind" he confessed holding the woman's waist pushing her back carefully til she hit the stone wall, "consider it a gift maybe?" Pining her against the wall while caging her body with his Dahlia wasted no time to capture his lips with hers into a hungry kiss, Aemond hands moved from her neck to her waist squeezing and touching, "be my lady wife, and i shall have you like this.. wet and waiting for me every night"

Catching her breath, Dahlia moaned as his cold fingers made contact with her burning flesh, squeezing and stroking the soft skin of her thigh, "Aemond..."

"Is that a yes?" He teased his fingers above her cunt,

"Be done with the teasing i may consider it a proposal to think about" she panted, already breathless and half done, "your wish is my command lady wife" Aemond whispered entirely amused with the way Dahlia's body responded to him, and she most likely already had made up her mind into accepting it, although against everyone's wish.

#hotd imagine #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond smut #prince aemond #aemond targaryen imagine

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cxhleel108 · 6 months

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S7 Thots for this week: Why is everyone here actually delusional asf???

(Apologies for posting this late guys I was very tired when I started writing this…I was also high asf so be mindful of that while you read lol.)

• Oh great now #Raphne is going through shit and everyone’s gonna have to dedicate their whole life to fixing it!

• Bryson laying it on THICC this morning I know dats rightttt😛😛😛

• No seriously why ze fook are we helping them with their issues? I need these people to go back to university or wherever and take a communication course cuz y’all are clearly lacking.

• Tanya so messy for asking that. Girl you know exactly who tf it is why you lowkey telling on yourself like that?😭😭😭

• #Raphne is 100% completely done y’all omg! (Bullshit)

• NO YOU WILL NOT!

• Willow is STILL talking as if anybody give af about what she got to say. Someone get this woman a hobby I’m begginggggg.

• I love having bathing suits worth mentioning now😍

• Ain’t no way they tryna force a argument between me and my partner over this Raf and Daphne mess…bitch.

• WE DONT HAVE TO AGREE ON EVERY SINGLE THING TO BE IN SYNC THATS NOT HOW COUPLES OR HUMANS WORK!

• Talk less sir.

• Why is there always some of the girls trading jealous looks when it comes to this challenge. The point is to literally kiss everyone and y’all still be getting salty, get over it??? Maybe I’m just crazy but I would literally not care.

• Once again Willow is putting on a show for her imaginary friends and nobody in the real world is gagging.

• Wow, now all of a sudden we don’t know how to kiss each other properly because we couldn’t help another couple stop arguing over fucking sheets😕

• How am I having more chemistry with Raf than my own man? God help us.

• Omg Evan came back for me y'all😍😍😍😍😍

• Paying gems magically brings back chemistry to our couple I guess.

• Girl you deserve a 10 backwards.

• That joke bullshit…BOO! CORNY! LAME! 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

• Bryson real lucky he’s cute or I wouldn’t allow him to be acting like a 12 year old about his feelings.

• #Raphne is back together woohoo! (They’re literally gonna break it off again as soon as Daphne founds out bout Raf’s crush)

• Don't force me to have a moment with her ew! That ho is NOT my friend.

• There’s quite literally no reason to speak to everyone about the recoupling. NO REASON!

• Outfit time!🤩

• Eat! Eat! Eat!

• Thought Bryson was finna ask us to be his girlfriend right then and there ugh I need him to hurry up.

• CAN YOU ALL LEAVE US THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ALONE LIKE GODDAMN????

• Vicky if you can see how close me and Bryson are then why would you…never mind why even ask at this point.

• Bonnie has been trying to get with Tanya since the beginning of time. Girl just give up PLEASE.

• Girl who tf is you-

• Why did we get dressed up just to go speak to 3 people???????????? Chile anyways it’s outfit time AGAIN✨

• EAT! EAT! EAT!

• LMAOOOO she's such a loser I almost feel bad...almost.

• Uma you know good and well you meant to record them boys fighting. Fuck outta here with that excuse💀

• Y'all will not let Jake REST oh my goodness.

• Oooo y’all the way Bryson is fighting for us…kinda feeling butterflies in my stomach and elsewhere🤭🤭🤭

• Everyone here is so delusional when it comes to Tanya holy fuck. Actually no, this happens every season. Why do some of these people think that just because THEY feel a good connection with MC that automatically means she wants them? Like baby that’s not how this works…

• Oh Bryson don't end half of the villa like that-

• Daphne don’t ask me if I think you and yo man gon make it niece you don’t want my answer to that lmao.

• 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

• Why y’all ain’t make us do a surprise dumping so we could get Willow out? WHY IS SHE STILL HERE SHE LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE NOW????

• Oh I can tell you how! First, we're gonna walk in there and start marveling at every single thing in the room, specifically the bed, even though we've already been in there. Then, bet y'all won't see this coming, we're gonna find a box filled with naughty things😱😱😱 After that, we get to work and all that can be registered is the feeling of our partner's soft lips and how their hands caress our body in every place possible and then after a while we both reach our climax at the same time. Then our partner says they love us blah blah blah, we get some text about what's happening tomorrow and it's prolly the baby challenge or something equally stupid and ridiculous, and then we cuddle up and go to bed.

• If everything I just said is in next week's hideaway scene, everyone who likes this post owes me $10. I'm just playing, we all know everything I said is definitely happening. Keep your money💖

#y’all they losing me it’s time to wrap this season up #litg #love island the game #litg s7 #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist #litg mc #litg bryson #litg willow #litg daphne #litg rafael #litg uma #litg bonnie #litg travis #litg vicky #litg evan

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yxstxrdrxxm · 3 months

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POLL RESULT—! > An arts and crafts store. Just in case they were running out.

YESTERDAY decided that since today was more or less a slow day, they ought to check the arts and crafts store. They were thinking about getting new supplies, as they were running out of papers and paints.

And so, they went to the store. They could vaguely hear people talk amongst themselves as they nodded at a few in greeting, but they simply ignored some of those who looked at them.

They couldn't look at them in the eye. They can't.

Taking deep breaths, they pushed through and checked the shop, pushing it open.

Di ~ ing ♪

The first thing that greets them was the scent of parchment paper. It was an oddity, but they felt strangely at ease because of it. Looking around, they began to try and figure out the inner workings of the shop, as they have severely underestimated how big it is.

There were papers and books strewn about everywhere, some of the canvases and pots were put in another area. The florist could only cringe internally, thinking of how much trouble it must be for those who enter the store.

And right by the counter was a blonde lady, sorting out the fallen letters and laughing out of embarrassment. Catching the feeling of being stared, her red eyes shifted to meet theirs.

"Oh! A new customer! Welcome, welcome," she said jovially, urging YESTERDAY to approach her with a friendly grin. "I'm sorry if the place is a mess. My name is ALICE! I own this store, by the way."

That... Explains the messiness...?

"Oh, it's okay. My name is YESTERDAY. I was hoping to be able to buy a few empty bottles and small canvases."

ALICE seem to hum at the request, moving to her left to begin her massive task of sorting the hoard. "I see, I see. Are you going to paint something? Not everyone requests a canvas that's smaller than the usual ones we sell here, you know!"

"Well... Sort of."

(It truly was just for their work, though, YESTERDAY didn't told ALICE that.)

"Oh, how about some paints, too?"

"Ah... Sure? Just not the big ones..."

"Okay! ♪ Any color in mind?"

"... Light green and purple, please."

ALICE hummed once again.

"You know, you remind me of someone."

That made YESTERDAY perk up. They could see the owner rise back up to put down the items on the desk, facing the brunette properly. Her expression was a tad bit contemplative, brows furrowed into thought.

"My niece would often paint in canvases such as these, you know," she began, gesturing to the ones YESTERDAY asked for. "He'd always do them with the smaller paints and in the lighter shades. I asked him why he couldn't think of doing it any darker, and he always tells me that 'he didn't have a reason to'."

...

"Honestly," she sighed, rubbing her temples. "I was honestly expecting that an artist such as him would choose a bigger canvas. He has the skills to make it big, but it's like he refuses to. Do you get what I mean, darling?"

YESTERDAY seem to blink a few times, their mind pondering on ALICE's comment for a while.

I wonder...

"I think I understand why, though," they interjected, fiddling with their mask to adjust it. "Maybe he's not... Ready to make his hobby to a job. Or even yet, he probably doesn't want to."

The blonde cashier raised an eyebrow, but she nodded, tapping her fingers on the counter in a rhythmic motion.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Maybe... Although, if that were to be the case, then I suppose me prying into it isn't a good idea."

With a laugh, ALICE began to pack up the items as she assessed the cost, informing her new client of how much and wishing them farewell as they left the shop.

It was... An odd experience, that's for sure. Although, it wasn't a bad thing.

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Styx and Stones

Part 8:

"And even though I'm unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever." -Hedda Hare

Rooster sighed as his early morning alarm went of. Delilah snuggled closer to him... well as close as her nine month pregnant belly would allow her to get. Rooster skimmed his hand over her bump and hummed contently to himself. Delilah is due in two weeks with their son or daughter. They decided to keep the gender a surprise but made sure to have a name picked out for both.

Delilah let out a groan as she sat up. "What's wrong baby?" Rooster asked settling his had on her lower back.

"You child is playing soccer with my spine." She huffed out. Rooster began to massage her lower back for her. "Oh that feels so much better... thank you honey." Delilah sighed and kissed him.

She pushed herself off of the bed and stretched her arms above her head. Rooster stayed on the mattress a few more minutes admiring the sight of hus pregnant wife.

Delilah was one of those woman who was made to be pregnant. She had done nothing but glow throw the entire thing and took everything with stride. She never once complained about her morning sickness or how parts of her body began to swell. Rooster supported her through the whole thing from rubbing her tired feet and ankles to midnight craving runs. This pregnancy had been surprisingly easy on them... which scared Delilah to death.

But Rooster always reassured her that everything was fine. The more her belly grew, the more he worshiped her in all aspects of their relationship, especially in the bedroom.

Something about her carrying his child made the man insatiable. He would frequently praise her for it while he was buried deep inside of her.

"Maybe you should take a picture it will last longer." Delilah teased snapping him back to reality.

Bradley laughed and grabbed his phone and did just that. He looked at the image and it was perfect. She stood there in an oversize shirt and a messy bun, the sun just peaking through the curtains and her hand resting on her bump.

"Oh this might be my favorite one yet!" Rooster smiled as he showed it to her. Delilah snorted out a laugh and went to turn the shower on. "Are you going to join me or do I need to call Maverick and tell him the reason you are late for training is because you can't stop oogeling his niece whom you knocked up?" She joked before heading back into the bathroom.

Rooster shook his head and joined her in the bathroom. Delilah was already under the hot spray of water when Braldey slid open the shower door. He came up behind her and cupped her stomach in his hands and gently lifted it up.

"Oh that is nice." Delilah moaned out sinking back against him.

"Won't be much longer until the little guy or girl is here and I won't get to do this until the next one." Rooster whispered in her ear. "Next one?" She questioned him.

"Baby, you know how fucking sexy I think you are like this. So swollen and round and full of me. You really think I can only experience this one time?" He asks as his voice drops an octave.

"Well can we at least get this first one out before we work on number two?" Styx shoots back.

"Sure thing baby. Now let me take care of you."

Before she can ask what that means, Rooster is sitting down on the wide shower seat and pulling Delilah into his lap. He hard cock easily slips between her folds. Being this pregnant makes it hard for Delilah to do anything other than cling other her husband while he moves inside her.

Minutes later the shower is filled with the cries of their collective high. The pair finally emerged as the water begins to cool.

Rooster gets ready for his day in the sky while Styx opts for something she deems cute yet comfortable.

"Don't fly too hard baby... remember I'm bringing you lunch today on base around 12:30." She reminds her husband before a pain twinges through her stomach.

"Honey are you okay?" Bradley asks rushing to her side. "Yeah, the baby is just kicking pretty hard today is all." She waves him off.

"Are you sure it wasn't a contraction? I can call in today..." Rooster is filled with concern.

"I'm not due for another two weeks Bradley, everything is fine." She reassured him before sending him out the door.

A few hours later Delilah made her way onto the Naval base. She waddled down the hall towards the briefing room, ignoring the cramps she had felt all morning.

When she walked in Hangman, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, and Maverick where all there observing and listening to the training exercise. Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob were giving the new class of pilots hell in the sky.

"Hey there is our favorite baby mama!" Coyote exclaimed getting up to hug her.

"Kid still sitting snug on their perch just like their dad I see" Hangman joked while helping Styx into a chair next to her Uncle.

"Hey there sweetie." Maverick greeted her and kissed her temple. "Care to listen in and provide some feedback?" He asked handing her a headset. Styx quickly took it and put it on. While she couldn't be in a plane she was eager to help.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the is Lieutenant Comander Styx Bradshaw speaking and I can see that my husband and his partner are putting you through it right now." Styx said into the mic.

"Honey? You're hear early." Rooster called back smiling.

"Got bored and wanted to see how training was going. Have you made anyone puke yet?" She asks him

"No but I have!" Phoenix joins in.

"Miss um Styx ma'am..." one of the new pilots asks her "Yes....Stormy..." She starts as Mav informs her of the pilots call sign.

"Is it true you have 8 confirmed kills? Rooster talks about how amazing his wife is all the time and how it's a shame we couldn't fly with you because of your um... condition." The pilot says trying to be polite.

"Yes sir, 8 confirmed, but don't let him fool you... Rooster is an Ace himself!"

Just then a loud explosion is heard.

"What the fuck was that?" Styx asks

"Rooster is on fire!" Phoenix yells

Delilah and everyone hear him trying to put out the fire, but it's too late. The sound of Maverick yelling at him to eject filled her ears.

"Rooster! Rooster! Bradley come in! Rooster!" Delilah wails as the coms go dead. Everyone in the room is looking at each other not sure what to do. Delilah let's out another loud scream and almost collapses on the floor. Hangman and Coyote rush over to catch her.

"Del, everything is going to be okay. They saw a parachute its going to be fine." Jake tells her helping her back to a standing position. She looks down and clutches her stomach, her worst fear confirmed.

"I'm not so sure about that" Delilah pants out. "Why not?" Coyote asks her while he and Jake are still holding on to her.

"I think my water just broke" She tells them with wide eyes as another contration rips through her body.

"Fuck" Jake mumbles under his breath as Deliah grips her stomach.

"Everyone, get your asses in gear now and get Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw back here right the FUCK now! His wife is in labor and I will be damned if he misses that!" Jake screams at everyone in the room. People began to move like their asses are on fire at his words.

Maverick jumps up from his seat with panic all over his face. He heads for the door ready to go hop in his own F-18 to join the calvary out looking for Rooster but Delilah stops him before he can leave "Uncle Pete, please don't leave, I need you..." while reaching out for his hand.

Pete grabs her hand and helps her into a chair. "Fuck, it hurts Mav." She grits through her teeth. "I know honey, let's get you down to the infirmary." Maverick tells her. "Payback, Fanboy, help me get her to the infirmary." Maverick commands the two men who are still in the room.

The duo come up on either side of Delilah as she flings an arm over each of their shoulders and help her up.

"Think you can walk Styx?" Fanboy asks her. "Yeah I think I ca....no... no... no I can't" She breaths out as the pain hits again. Not wasting anytime Payback scoops her up bridal style and beings to carry her while Fanboy races ahead to let the doctors know she is coming in. Maverick has to sprint to keep up with Payback while he carries her down the hall.

When Payback bursts into the infirmary with Styx in his arms and Maverick on his heels Fanboy directs them to a room that is waiting. Payback gently deposits Delilah on the on the bed.

"You got this Styx. I'm going to go see if I can help get Rooster back." He says before he and Fanboy take off.

Delilah is quickly changed into a hospital gown while several monitors are hooked up to monitor both her and the baby. Maverick sits beside her holding her hand.

The OBGYN on base Dr. Nelson quickly exams Delilah to see how far her labor has progressed. "Lieutenant Comander, it seems like you are about 8 centimeters dilated. I know you must be in pain but you have progressed so fast we can't give you an epidural now." She tells her. "It won't be long until it's time to push. I heard about your husband... I'm terribly sorry. Hopefully they can get him here in time. Dr. Nelson finishes before exiting the room.

"I can't do this without him Mav." Delilah tells her uncle as she starts to cry. "I can't, I won't." She breathes out and squeezes Pete's hand while another contraction rips through her body.

A nurse come in and tries to help her get more comfortable but nothing the staff or Maverick does helps her. Delilah is desperate to have her husband with her.

When the doctor comes in an hour later Delilah is fully dilated and is almost ready to push, there is still no word about Rooster.

"No, no, no!" She screams when Dr. Nelson asks her if she is ready to push. "I won't have this baby without him. I won't do it! Rooster is supposed to be here! It wasn't supposed to happen like this." She cries holding onto Maverick.

Dr. Nelson sighs and asks to speak to Pete alone for a moment.

"Admiral Mitchell... I understand that your niece is upset about her husband, the distress is probably what sent her into labor, put if she doesn't start pushing soon, she or the baby could be in danger and then we would have to perform an emergency c-section, and I don't want to do that. Please try and speak to her." She tells him as Pete shakes his head.

"Rooster!" Bradley hears Hangman yell across the mountain side as the Navy helicopter finally came to pick him up. "Hangman!" Rooster yells back as he runs towards his friend and the waiting aircraft. Both men hauled inside before Bradley can speak. It had been about three hours since he ejected and he was glad he had finally been located.

"Jake.... is Delilah okay? I know me ejecting must have scared her and with her being so far along I've been worried." Rooster asks him. But the moment Rooster saw Hangman's face he know something was wrong.

"Roos, Styx is not okay she..." before Jake could finish Bradley's heart dropped.

"Oh my God she is in labor isn't she." Rooster's eyes went wide as Hangman nodded back to him

"Fuck! No! I can't miss it.... oh my God no!"

"Rooster calm down! We are going to get you back to base. I promise you won't miss this!" Hangman reassured him as the helicopter became airborne.

"Delilah you can't wait much longer. You are going to have to push soon or you risk putting yourself and the baby in a position where the doctor is going to have to do an emergency c-section." Maverick told her as she tried to fight off her labor.

"This isn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this." Delilah cried into her uncles shoulder. "He is supposed to be here.... they are supposed to be here" She sobbed.

"Who?" Maverick asked looking back at her.

"Mom, and Dad, and Goose, and Carole. They should be here with you... with me..." She cried more.

"I know kid. I know it's not fair. But listen to me... this baby is coming one way or another. Bradley wouldn't want you to put yourself or your child in danger. Del, this isn't an enemy aircraft honey.... you can't fight it." Maverick told her kissing her hair.

"I'm right here. I know I'm not Rooster but I promise I won't leave you until he gets here. Now Delilah Grace, you have to push." Pete told her.

She looked back at him taking in his words.

"Okay." She responded before sitting up slightly and trying to push. "Roooooster." She called out her husband's names as if she could will him to materialize.

Roosters boots hit the ground as soon as the helicopter landed. He sped past the medical team waiting to check on him and ran straight for the infirmary.

"Lieutenant Comander Bradshaw, my wife she is in labor... where is she?" He panted to the poor nurse at the station who looked at him stunned when he burst through the doors.

"BRADLEY!" He heard his name being yelled. "Nevermind I'll follow the screams." He said running down the hallway

"Ahhhh.... I can't do it... I can't do it... I need him Pete" Delilah cried flopping back down on the bed closing her eyes and crying once again.

"Delilah! I'm here! Did I miss it?!" Rooster called plowing into the room and taking her hand that wasn't in Maverick's.

"You're here....you're okay!" She cried out seeing him.

"No you didn't miss anything Lieutenant Comander... we are all glad you are here and safe." Dr. Nelson told him.

"Delilah I need you to keep pushing. I can see the head. You can to this." The doctor told her.

"What do you need me to do baby. I'm here now." Rooster asked. "Can you get behind me like we did in birthing class please?" She asked.

Rooster quickly hopped up behind her as Maverick got up from his seat to leave.

"Pete.... where are you going?" Rooster asked looking confused.

"You're here now Rooster. She doesn't need me." Pete replied. "Yes I do Mav. You can't leave me now! Not when your grandchild is almost here!" Delilah groaned through another push.

"Grandchild?" Mav asked about to cry himself. Before Delilah or Rooster could say anything else a huge contraction rocked Delilah's body. Maverick returned to her side while Rooster supported her from behind. Both men gave their girl words of praise as she pushed with everything she had.

After a final push that Delilah was sure would kill her the cry of a health baby filled the room.

"Congratulations Mom and Dad... and Grandpa... it's a boy!" Dr. Nelson exclaimed as the infant was placed on Delilah's chest for skin to skin contact.

"Oh my God look at him." Delilah cried as the baby calmed and looked back at her with golden brown eyes that were definitely from his father.

"Oh baby he is adorable. I'm do proud of you... you did so good." Rooster whispered against her hair line as the held both Delilah and the baby from behind.

"You really did do good kid. He is a cutie... what are you going to name him?" Maverick asked

"Nicholas Mitchell Bradshaw... after Goose, Dad, and you Maverick." Delilah told him. "It wouldn't be fair to name him after just two of the best dads around we had to do all three... that why Mitchell for his middle name." She explained to him.

"Thank you." Was all Maverick managed to choke out while holding back a sob. "He truly is beautiful honey, but I know you need your rest. So I am going to go tell Penny the good news, however tomorrow I expect to be the first to hold him." Maverick joked sending the couple a wink and leaving.

"He looks just like you babe." Delilah said turning to face her husband. "Not fair that I carried him for nine months just for him to be your twin! Good thing I think you're so handsome." Delilah teased. "He is like 2 hours old he doesn't look like anything right now!" Bradley defended himself, but he knew his wife was right. He looked down and saw his eyes and nose. Baby Nicholas even had a dusting of his golden brown hair on his head.

Rooster smiled down at his little family holding his wife and son tightly.

In his head he whispered a silent prayer to thank those above for bringing him back to his wife once again and for bringing their son safely into this world. He vowed in that moment to protect them with everything that he had.

The Bradshaws enjoyed their moments of happiness and when their daughter Caroline was born two years later, they felt the same happiness yet again.

What a shame that all good things must come to an end...

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