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st4rg8te · 6 months ago

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Twisted Affections (GL) (P. 1)

Yandere! Emperor's Mistress X Empress! Reader

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The lessons that had been instilled in you since birth resurfaced in your mind: ‘The Mother of the Nation should be dignified, elegant, and composed. She should never show any sign of weakness in front of her subjects.’

But you couldn’t help but break in her embrace.

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P. 2: x

[tw: adultery, s*xism, slight description of blood/injury]

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Your marriage with your husband—the Emperor, was a cold and loveless one, devoid of any warmth or affection.

The two of you were betrothed to each other at a young age for the sake of politics. You were the daughter of an influential duke, while he was the heir to the throne. To the gaze of others, it had seemed like the perfect match.

You had once thought the same. Hoping that the differences between the two of you would find a resolution in the arrangement, but that wish gradually withered away, unfulfilled.

What could you do but silently endure the circumstances you were placed in? Until now, you had always maintained the perfect facade expected of an Empress.

As the years passed, the weight of responsibility overshadowed the absence of love in your marriage, settling deep within you as resigned acceptance.

But deep down, a small, naive part of you still wished for a happy ending with your prince charming, like in all those fairy tales your mother had once read to you before she died.

Your parents’ marriage had also been an arranged one, but as a little girl, you remembered the way your father would look at your mother as if she had hung all the stars in the sky. Perhaps one day, your husband would look at you in the same way?

It was simply too bad that this small hope of yours had been mercilessly crushed the moment your husband brought her home.

The sight of them together made your stomach twist into knots, and your words were caught in your throat. You felt your hands tremble as you clutched the silky fabric of your gown, trying to maintain a steady composure.

She was beautiful, with flowing blond locks and bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight filtering through her delicate skin. Although dressed in a simple gown that marked her status as a commoner, she exuded the grace and elegance of a noble princess.

A faint smile played on her lips as she laughed lightly with your husband, and he returned her smile with an equally warm one.

Why had he never smiled at you like that before?

“Her Majesty has arrived!” announced the servant behind you, and only then, did the lovers part.

Your eyes met bright baby blue ones. Her face lit up with excitement and delight as she took several steps toward you before stopping abruptly, realizing she was in front of the Emperor's wife.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately fell into a curtsy. Her dress rustled softly as her head dipped lower, revealing the graceful lines of her neck and arms.

The action made your lips twitch.

"G-greetings, Your Majesty! I've been looking forward to meeting you." Her voice held a slight tremor as she spoke.

She seemed younger than you, an edge of innocence that stirred people's protectiveness under her words—it served as another bitter reminder that the man you married did not belong to you.

You ignored her gaze boring into you; instead, turning your eyes back to your husband.

Your tone was icy, "What is this?"

"Lucia is going to live at the palace." He replied smoothly.

A hazy sense of familiarity washed over you once you heard her name come out of his mouth, but that was quickly forgotten with his next words:

"I intend to make her my concubine."

"What?" Your breath hitched sharply. "Why was I not informed of this sooner?"

He furrowed his brows in disapproval, "I do not need to explain my decisions to you. Do not get ahead of yourself."

"Have you not thought about what others would think—"

"Is that all you worry about?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have failed in your duty as my wife, for four years, you have not bore me a single child. It was about time someone else took care of it."

The harshness of his words cut through you like a blade, leaving you momentarily speechless. He continued, unperturbed by your silence, "My decision is final. I expect you, as the Empress, to give her suitable accommodations and see that she gets properly educated and trained."

You suddenly felt the urge to laugh, a humorless scoff ripping from your mouth as a cold fury burned within you. Shaky fingers curled tightly against your palm until it drew blood.

Your voice was hollow.

"I have important matters to attend to. Enjoy your stay, Lady Lucia."

Without waiting for an answer, you turned on your heel and strode out the grand corridors. The entourage of servants silently trailing behind you.

The sound of thundering steps echoed throughout the halls, but you had never felt as lonely as you did in that moment.

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Soon, word had spread quickly of Lucia's arrival as the Emperor's new concubine.

Even your family had heard the news. You were quickly met with a wrathful letter from the Duke, shaming you for losing to another woman—a commoner, no less.

For days, you had remained alone in your chambers. Rereading the scathing remarks written on the crumpled letter over and over again. Your father’s scorn a heavy burden on your already weary shoulders.

But what could you do? The Emperor's actions were beyond your control. It wasn't unheard of for a monarch to take lovers, and in some ways, even expected.

And the task of ignoring the jeers and taunts behind your back was becoming increasingly harder. In order to distract yourself, you began to drown yourself in the your duties.

"—They say Her Majesty is infertile. If that's true then here's no doubt about it; she'll be replaced by that new girl soon."

"—She's growing older each day, but there is still no sign of a child being conceived. Of course His Majesty would become tired of her."

"Poor thing."

Humiliation coiled in your gut like a snake. Behind you, your personal maid, Mary, spoke up, her voice filled with indignation on your behalf.

"Your Majesty, I'll go teach them a lesson—"

"No need," You replied, with a composed exterior, you continued walking. "Let's go."

As your husband had requested, you provided Lucia with everything he had asked for: servants, new gowns, jewelry, and suitable living quarters (which you ensured were as far away as possible from your residence). The lavish gifts and living space were more than generous, a testament to your patience.

You had also ensured that her presence would be kept minimally invasive to your daily life. Hopefully, the only times you would encounter her were on formal occasions, and nothing else.

At least that was what you had wished for, but it seemed that fate had a cruel way of playing tricks on mortals.

From the corner of your eye, a hint of blonde hair caught your attention. You halted in your steps as Lucia's face came into view, accompanied by a small group of her attendants.

‘Why was she here?’

The sight was enough to put you on edge; the last person you wanted to see right now was your husband's mistress.

She wore a delighted expression on her face as the group made their way toward you, "Your Majesty! I've been looking for you.”

Before you could respond, Mary stepped forward and quickly curtsied before the blonde woman, a hint of unfriendliness in her tone:

"Lady Lucia, how can we help you?"

An indiscernible emotion flashed across Lucia's eyes before she smiled again.

"I wanted to thank Her Majesty for all the help she has given me, and was going to invite her for tea."

Was she testing your patience on purpose? You couldn't believe your ears.

"Her Majesty has important business to attend to. Perhaps we could arrange another time." Mary suggested firmly.

But the blonde woman ignored Mary’s words, and turned her expectant gaze towards you instead. You remained composed, offering Lucia a polite smile that did not quite reach your eyes.

"I appreciate the kind gesture, Lady Lucia. But perhaps another time.”

Lucia's smile faltered, and she slowly nodded her head, "I see... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you,"

You made a mental note to instruct the guards later not to let her wander around freely anymore. Seeing her every day would likely ruin your mood even more.

"—But,"

Shocked gasps rose from the attendants around you.

“My lady!”

Lucia paused, then her delicate fingers lifted the hem of her gown to reveal the crimson-stained slippers underneath. The blood had seeped through, staining her pristine white stockings a dark, ominous shade of red.

Your eyes widened in shock. Unaccustomed to the sight of blood, the gory display was enough to send shudders down your spine.

"Lady Lucia... What is the meaning of this?" You demanded, your voice trembling slightly as an unsettling feeling began to settle in the pit of your stomach.

Lucia's eyes were wide, and her lips curved up into a serene smile, "It wouldn't hurt Her Majesty to join us this once."

Her voice rang out, sickeningly sweet:

"I only wish to repay you. It would be a shame for His Majesty to hear about his beloved concubine getting injured in the Empress' own quarters. Wouldn't you agree, Your Majesty?"

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planetpedri · 4 months ago

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Hello I've been reading your work and it was AMAZING. And I would like to request a Pablo Gavi x reader where they are friends with benefits and the reader falls for Pablo and one day when the reader start to gain her confidence about confessing her felling for Pablo but only she found out that he date your best friend.

*idk if your comfortable or not but thank you, your choice if you want to end it happy or sad AHHA🧚

Casual — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: After half a year of casual hook ups with one of your closest friends, you realize what you felt for him was far beyond casual and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Your world comes crashing down on you the day you decide to finally tell him, because now he’s asking your permission to ask our your best friend.

Word count: 821

Disclaimer/s: no actual smut!! slight mention of hook ups but nothing more, angst aswell! part two

A/N: Idk if I did this justice but!!��🏻

You sat on the comfort of your friend, Pablo’s couch. Patiently tapping your index finger against your right bicep, which you’d been clutching ever so tightly. He’d told you to wait there while he finished getting dressed. You didn’t know why he was in such a hurry today, he’d hardly finished saying ‘hello’ before he was rushing back to his room.

Your eyes wandered around the large living room, far too spacious for your liking although you’d gotten used to it throughout the years of friendship and group hangouts that took place in this very room.

White walls with white furniture, black decorations, the occasional blue. It was bland. He was definitely a man. You smile at that, how simplistic he was, he always had been.

Your mind fills with memories of the two of you alone, stumbling over the carpet till you landed on the couch, too lost in each other to bother making it to the bedroom.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you notice the light pattering of feet making their way in your direction. You don’t bother turning around, already knowing who it was.

“I’m glad you came, I needed to ask you something.” Pablo smiles boyishly, plopping onto the couch a few feet from you.

Your heart leaps in your chest at the endless possibilities that question could mean, none of which were correct in the end.

A small, subconscious grin makes its way onto your face, “Oh? Then I insist you go first!”

Pablo runs a hand through his light brown hair, something you’d grown to adore. “So, Lucia..”

Your grin falters, “what?” You choke out, caught off guard by the mention of your best friend.

“Yeah, we’ve been talking.” His smile widens while he speaks, pure happiness evident in his voice. “I was wondering, and I know this is an awkward situation, considering..” He motions between the two of you, making your stomach drop. Oh God no. “I wanted to see if you were okay with me asking her out.”

Lucia. The perfect blonde haired blue eyes beauty. Your best girl friend. The one person you knew you should’ve told about your’s and Pablo’s.. situation. Maybe if you’d just told her, you could’ve avoided all this. Why hadn’t she told you about them?

But you didn’t. And now you were facing the consequences.

He says your name, trailing off at the end of it, “Well?”

Blinking once, twice, thrice, you swallow. Hard. Fighting the bile rising in your throat. “Don’t you think that i’d be.. I dunno.. Weird? With what we’ve been doing?”

Waving your concerns away, the brunette shrugs. “But it was just a casual thing, no? Why would that matter?”

Idiot.

You only ever wanted him to be happy of course, so why was this such a hard pill to swallow? This would make him happy, therefore you would be.

Then you realize, you wanted him to be happy.. but with you. You wanted him to be happy as long as he was happy with you.

“Sure.” You utter. There was no use fighting the inevitable. “You’re right. It was casual.”

Saying that word. Casual. It felt like knife pressed to a barely healed wound. It’s every essence, it’s every meaning, left an acidic taste on your tongue.

Pablo wasn’t stupid, or, that stupid. He caught the moment your demeanor shifted, so suddenly, so drastically, how could he have not noticed it?

Confusion flashes across his face, “why did you say it like that?”

“Like what?” You fight a scoff, your eyes flickering to the side, refusing to meet his harsh stare.

“Like you’re not telling me the truth?” He furrows his eyebrows, his eyes boring holes into your head.

Walls build on your face, stoning him off from reading into it anymore. “I just—“ You lick your lips, “this whole time we were fucking you had a thing for my best friend? Do you not see why that would make me a little fucking bitter?”

Now he was just baffled. “You knew it meant nothing! Didn’t you?” He sounded a lot harsher than intended, but he genuinely meant it. You had to have known that, right?

Standing abruptly, you nod. “No, yeah, I did. Whatever. Ask her out, I don’t care.” But the way your voice wavered gave you away instantly.

Pablo went to stand as well, but you stop him with a glare. “She like’s tulips, yellow ones specifically. And she’s a sucker for walks on the beach, and big acts of affection. Don’t screw things up, she doesn’t deserve that. And you have a knack for ruining good things.” You add the last part out of spite. A final dig, the final word.

Turning on your heels, you make a bee line for the front door. Ignoring the way he called out your name, ignoring the way he cursed, ignoring the way you felt tears pooling in your eyes.

(DTS) @halfwayhearted ^_^ and to whoever requested this, sorry I lowkey gave up at the end… lmk if u want a part 2 i suppose!

#pablo gavi #fanfic #blurb #gavi angst #pablo gavi x you #angst with a sad ending #possible part 2 #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x you

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chrlvctius · 1 year ago

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sanctuary

alexia putellas x reader fic!!

> soo angsty with a fluff at the end!! keeping my promises fr ‼️‼️

Your pov:

Your limbs went limp as one of the things you had always wanted slid through your hands as the final whistle blew, and it felt as though your heart took its final beat.

That hurt. You felt constricted and compressed due to exhaustion and emotion. You felt so little and helpless. You began to hear voices in your head, including those of your parents, siblings, and other family members. How would they react to this?

As multiple sounds erupted around the stadium, you collapsed to the ground with your head firmly buried into your lap while breathing deeply. Barcelona did win, but you fell up short. When Alexia scored the final goal, you were already defeated. You were supposed to own that. You were meant to be the one.

With tears in your eyes, you watched as Keira, Lucy, and Pina approached Alexia and embraced her. You were exhaling heavily and making an effort to stop your tears from falling to the ground by looking up at the sky. This was extremely unfortunate. Others would express their pride in you to you, but none of that would truly matter. Barcelona did win, but you came up short. It's always been you against the world.

You were the valued possession of your family. What's not to brag about when you're in Barcelona playing football with other professionals?

Before Alexia, you weren't used to coming in second in everything.

You hated her so much. She was competent and well-versed in every move, tackle, and technique, which you hated. You hated that others gave her some of the attention that was intended for you but went to her instead since she was always one step ahead of you. She was incredibly skilled, and you hated how well she played in every match. You hated the fact that she never made a mistake and was always perfect.

This was the only way you could prove your worth. You were in desperate need of this. You had to get everything just right. You needed to do better. Without this, you are nothing. Nothing worthy. The only thing that distinguishes you from the rest of your family was your love of football. It was the only thing that gave you life and made you feel seen.

Having this taken away from you entirely breaks you. You were only good at one thing that stood out.

You were never good at anything other than this. It's the only thing that has made you worthy. You truly have nothing and are nothing without this. You get deeply disappointed when you see someone doing something better than you have always done. When will the world stop taking things away from you?

You didn't see ona approaching you as you were looking up at the sky trying to stop your tears from falling to the ground. Ona sat next to you and simply looked at you, her eyes filled with pity.

She wrapped her hand around your shoulders and murmured, "Y/n.."

I looked at her with watery eyes. I probably looked completely worn out at this moment. with unkempt hair, glossy eyes, and bags under my eyes.

I replied "No, ona" despite the feeling of shaking in my voice.

I sigh and bury my face in the crook of her neck, "I hate this, I hate her so much. Why does it always have to be like this, why does this always happen to me?"

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I know that anything I say right now won't really change anything of what's just happened and i'm really sorry," Ona says while stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head.

For a while, Ona comforts me, and only then, when things began to feel lighter, did we stand up and follow the others to the changing room, with Ona promising to stay by my side the entire time I'm in there.

Alexia’s pov:

I was quite proud of the goals I received today. I was the happiest person alive after scoring that final goal because everyone appeared to be participating together. The girls approached and gave me many hugs and compliments.

"Congratulations, Ale! You deserve it", lucia said and stroked my shoulder, but Keira only gave me a hug and a tender whisper. Everyone was pleased, and Pina couldn't stop jumping and running around.

Not until I noticed y/n sitting down and ona seated next to her. I became aware that something was wrong at that point. Ona kept looking at me, and all I could see was pity.

I arched my eyebrows at her as if to indicate or inquire about what was wrong, but all Ona did was shake her head and keep rubbing Y/N's back. I began to feel strange and uneasy. All of a sudden, everything felt incredibly slow, and I was unable to make out any of the words that my teammates or the crowd were chanting. Right now, y/n was all that mattered to me.

I had never before seen her in such a state. She looked extremely weak and defeated. It made me feel weak as well. I felt weak after seeing her weak, and that wasn't nice.

"I think you have something to talk out with y/n," said Lucy and Mapi as they drew nearer to me and also glanced at Ona and Y/N.

I simply nodded, but it was so clear that I appeared absolutely off and weak as I immediately headed for the changing rooms.

As soon as Ona and I entered the changing room, everyone turned to stare at me, and it was evident that everyone felt sorry for me. As I was making my way to the showers, everyone started patting me on the back. At this time, I didn't really give a shit. I felt so worthless and numb.

What had been seconds changed to minutes, and those to hours. I didn't even notice or hear Ona tapping on the glass door and telling me she'll be gone because she needs to tend to things.

I was just staring at the wall, tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't know what to say to my family. I can already hear my father telling me how much of a disgrace I am to our family.

I almost had it. I had it in my grasp but couldn't keep it. I hate the fact that there is always an "almost" in everything I do. "Almost had it" , "Almost perfect" , "Almost" . It frustrates me because no matter how hard I try, nothing ever works out. I tried my hardest at everything, yet I always ended up being average. I hate the fact that every time I was ultimately seen by everyone, there were only fleeting moments of recognition.

I hate how Alexia doesn't even have to try that hard, whereas I have to try my hardest.

I gave everything I had just to be seen. I've always been second, third, or last in line to my siblings. Every time I'm second to Alexia, my stomach drops. Everything I do is never enough, and all of my efforts are never reciprocated. I hate how I'm always giving but never getting anything in return. I hate how I'm always the second option, the background person, the ignored side character. No matter what I do, I can never really be enough for anyone, and I hate how invisible I become when I lose "something."

Having to go through this again literally kills me. I wish I had never felt this way because I hate it. I hate feeling this way. I hate how depressed I am and how the universe is against me. How it weakens me to the point where I am unable to do anything. I poured my heart and soul into that match. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for nothing in the end.

After what seemed like hours, I stepped from the shower, still wearing my robe, and was taken aback to see alexia seated on the bench near my locker. She looked up at me with concern in her eyes, and she stood up and approached me, and I just stood there, not knowing what to do since I didn't want to see her or talk to her after what happened.

"y/n," she said as she approached me. Even after hours of showering, I probably looked like crap. I knew this wasn't going to go well with my eyes red and puffy, and possibly still tearing up.

I walked past her, but she grabbed my wrist. "What do you need, alexia?" I asked back, and she glanced at me with concern.

"I just got concerned about you, i wanted to check up on you after seeing you and ona sitting on the pitch awhile ago"

"Oh, so you do see?" I joked, laughing a little.

"What do you mean? I don't understand," alexia replied, still clutching my wrist.

"You know, now isn't a good time to talk to me," I muttered, attempting to free my wrist from her clutches, but she drew me in closer.

"No, tell me what's wrong. What happened back there? What's wrong with you?" she said, and just hearing someone ask if I was okay made me want to ball my eyes out since that question will always have a major effect on me.

I pulled my wrist from her grasps and turned around, keeping calm. "You really want to know, huh?" I asked, although it was plain in my voice that I was about to burst out bawling.

"Yes, I do want to know, y/n. Tell me what's wrong," she begged pleadingly.

Still turned around, fresh tears welled up in my eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time today. "That goal was supposed to be mine; it was meant for me, but you took it away," I cried out, my voice quivering with dismay and rage. I never intended to yell or shout at her in that manner, but it just seemed right. I've never been someone who likes to yell. Whenever something bad happened, I handled it correctly and kept silent, but doing this just seemed right. I didn't care who heard me yell or anything; all I wanted to do was express my outrage.

"I know how you feel," she responded, and I screamed back, "No, you don't! You'll never know how I feel, you'll never know what this feels like because you're not in my place," I cried, tears flowing down my face. I cried as I punched her chest in an attempt to push her away, but she just stayed there, letting me punch her chest while crying.

"You'll never know how it feels like to keep on trying and trying and nothing really happening, you'll never feel the need to try harder because you're already the best, you don't even have to fucking try, alexia! You don't!" I shouted as I stared at her and breathed deeply.

She looked at me and licked her lips as she tried to figure out what to say. "Trust me, I've been there, y/n. I know how heavy and painful it is to lose and to let people down. I've been there, I promise you. I've done that a lot of times already. I may not know what you're feeling right now, I may not know what you want to do but all I want is to be here with you because I've been there. I've see all of it"

"All I want is to be here for you because no one has ever been," she added as I turned my back on her and faced the locker again.

I was still turned around, crying, and leaning against the locker when I heard footsteps approaching and felt two arms circling my waist and squeezing me tightly. I didn't stop her because I didn't have the energy to do so anymore. I was just tired, numb, and exhausted. I was tired of others controlling me, invalidating me, telling me what to do and what not to do, and I was tired of my family's expectations of me. I just wanted to breathe and feel like the world wasn't always against me.

I relaxed into Alexia's touch, turned around to face her, held her, and cried while hiding my face in the crook of her neck.

I just kept crying while hugging her, and she just stood there stroking my hair and whispered words into my ears to calm me down. I felt like I poured all of my pain into my eyes as I cried.

I'm not normally a fan of physical interaction, but Alexia hugging me like this felt just right. It felt so right. It surprised me since everything felt right when she hugged me. Everything felt right. I felt comfortable and secure in her arms.

Being in her arms felt just right. I was the perfect fit for her, and she was the perfect fit for mine. The moment Alexia hugged me, all the voices in my head stopped yelling. It was as though a switch had been flipped. It seemed as if the world had come to a stop and nothing else mattered. Being in her arms felt like home, and I swear, I have no idea what home feels like because mine never did, but I just knew that this felt so much like home. This has to be it.

I had stopped crying after about an hour, but I was still in her arms, and I didn't want to let go. I was afraid that if I did, all the voices would return to haunt me.

Alexia took a thorough glance at me and examined my face, as if she was memorising every detail of my face, before softly smiling. "I'm sorry that you feel this way and I'd do anything to make you feel better, I really do." She went on to say, "No one should ever treat you like this, no one should ever feel like this. I may not know what problems you have with your family but you don't deserve all that treatment from them"

She caressed my face, and just by doing so, new fresh tears flowed because I'd been wanting for someone to do this for god knows how long. "You are enough, you are more than enough," she says, cupping my face.

"I've seen how hard you worked this season and I couldn't be more proud of you. If you felt like you didn't do much, I know you did. From the bottom of my heart, I know. I've been with you the whole time, y/n," she added, her eyes welling up with tears.

She hugged me, and I hugged her back with all I had, and she laughed when she realised how hard I hugged her back.

"I'm not going anywhere, y/n, I'll stay with you," she said, to which I answered, "I know you will, I'm just testing the waters here," and she and I both giggled.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, ale," I whispered, putting my face in the crook of her neck.

I felt her smile when she heard me call her by the nickname that our friends called her, and I can assure you that I have never used that nickname on her.

"Get dressed, okay? And then I'll take you out to dinner," she added as she kissed my head. I nodded and followed her instructions.

After getting dressed, she extended her hand, which I gladly accepted. I intertwined our fingers and left.

"Is this a date?" I joked, and she grinned and drew me in closer.

"Only if you want it to be," she chuckled and kissed my cheek, and we both laughed and proceeded to walk with our hands firmly interlaced, never letting go.

I'm actually proud of this, what 😭😭 nah but fr ! I hope y'all enjoyed this coz I did HELPPP angst is defi my top 1 ! fluff my second <3 🤍 thank youuuuuu!! aaaaaaa plss give me more ideas on the comsec or just ask mee! thank you, thank youuuu aaa ilyy mwaaaa

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linlinaert · 1 year ago

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The last soulmate : chapter 1

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

It was a friday night and the boys were going back home from practice, as they were in the van, Jisung spoke up sad

"Are we ever going to be able to find them , it has been years since we've begun searching, and still there's no clue about them" He sighs and looks up to his soulmates trying to find some comfort and reassurance. He felt minho's hand wrapping around his shoulder.

"Of course we will sungie, don't you ever doubt that, I'm sure we'll find them in this world tour" Chan said smiling, trying to lift the boys' spirit up as Changbin brought seungmin and hyunjin, who were sitting on each side of him, into his embrace, chan and Minho doing the same to Jisung, felix and jeongin, trying to find comfort in each other.

The boys were with each other for years while trying to find their last soulmate, years passed and they're going on tour in hopes to find them, and now they're at the first destination of their tour, during the concert and fanmeeting they tried to shake hands with every fan possible, maybe their soulmate is a fan and is in among the crowd, but that failed, so they tried going out and looking for them as they were sure they would feel that pull when they see them just as they felt with each other, but that failed too, and that went on for three month straight, until their plane landed in "your city name", they felt something tugging at their hearts, urging them to run and find the last piece of their puzzle, they were sure that you're here and they're not gonna leave until they find you.

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You were sitting in the living room of you and your best friend's shared apartment. His name is jack, you've known each other since you were in diapers, you've stuck in each other through thick and thin until you ended up buying your own apartment together, you literally promised each other that if you didn't find your own soulmates by the age of 27 you would marry each other, he didn't find his and neither did you. You were trying to find a good outfit for the stray kids concert your friend lucia technically forced you to go to, you were trying to get jack to help you but he refused.

"Cmon jackie please help me, you're my only hope in this cruel world" You whined pleadingly trying to faze the ever unwilling jack but he still looked at you with that blank expression on his face .

"As i said im not ganna doll u up for some boys to eat u up with their eyes" Jack said with a scary blank face, he had always been super protective over you as you both grown up he was always there whenever any boy tried to flirt with you or coax u into going in date with him he doesn't like u having any male attention on u as he says as long as you're not with your soulmate your his responsibility and he's gonna take care of it.

"Jackie baby they're not gonna even look my way--""you're way too beautiful to not look at every body's eyes are gonna be on you " You tried convincing him softly but you couldn't even finish as he starts rambling again about why you can't go.

"but what if my soulmate is there " You said barely as a whisper and he fell silent at that, he wanted you to find your soulmate and be happy but at the same time he didn't, he was afraid they would hurt you, but you deserve the happiness of finding your soulmate, he sigh .

"Ok kiddo come here we're gonna dress up this beauty" He said after taking a deep breath, he felt his heart warm up seeing your eyes shine and a small smile adorning your features.

He took your hands gently leading you both to your room, sitting u on the bed and then going to your closet picking up an outfit for you and then handing it to you urging you to change as the concert was just around the corner. You came out dressed and he was left speechless yet again, your hair over flowing through your back (yes its long and yes im feeding into my insecurity) , he knows you're gorgeous but he can't help but be shocked everytime.

You took your purse going up to jack hugging him while burying your head in his chest, mumbling a little thank you, you felt his hands wrap around you while cooing at you.

"Ok then let's go young lady or else we're gonna be late" He said breaking the hug and grinning at you, you looked up at him confused.

"What do you mean?? Are you coming?? " You asked confused, cause as you know so far he isn't coming .

"Of course dummy, how can i let you go alone" He said smiling softly at you, "so let's go" And with that he took your hand leading you to his car .

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You're currently at the concert hall with your friends waiting for the concert to begin from your seat , foundling with Jack's fingers trying to pass the time. Time went by and the concert started and even if you weren't a fan you surely were enjoying yourself, you took a mental note to check their songs later on.

As the concert went on, you started feeling tingly feels in your heart, you didn't know what was that, but you felt it more in the encore, every time one of the boys come close to your direction, and you're sure as hell that you got eye contact with all of them multiple times by the end of the concert.

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Chris' pov:

We were waiting for the concert to begin, i had a feeling that something's going to happen, and as we went on the stage I felt it, we all felt it, our last piece, our soulmate is here, I had to physically restrain myself from running to find them, and I can tell that my boys are in the same situation.

The concert begun and we forced Ourselves to get the performances right, we're trying to wait for the encore to be hopefully able to find them .

When we went to change our clothes for the encore we all shared a look, and we all understood each other, this is our last chance, we need to at least see their face, cause nobody knows if they would come to the fanmeeting after, and with that we went up to the stage, each going in different directions with the same target , finding our last piece.

As I came close to the edge the stage, I felt that sensation grow more and more than ever, and I knew they were there in the crowd, I tried to entract with fans as to not rise any unwanted suspicion, at the same time I was looking through the crowd, and then I saw her, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life was looking at me and I felt my heartbeat rise, I felt as if I could sink into those beautiful e/c orbs, I saw her face crunches in confusion, and I realized that she didn't know what we are, I forgot myself as I was looking at her and then felt someone glaring daggers at me, and then I looked for the source, only to find it's a Man in his twenties sitting beside her, when he noticed that he got my attention he wrapped his hand around her shoulders while still looking at me, and I felt a vein popping in my forehead, how dare he touch OUR soulmate, then I remembered that I am still in the concert, so I tried to calm down and look in other directions And then I went to see the others to tell them about the news.

I hope this is a good start ☺☺☺

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eimids · 1 year ago

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Sickness and cuddles

Lionesses x reader

Part6?

It’s once again just a blurb

”Y/n, open up the door, let’s go to breakfast” Esme knocked on your door.

She knocked again but when you didn’t open the door, she left to go get breakfast. You were sound asleep in your room during a morning at the camp.

Last night you had went outside to the pouring rain with Ella and Alessia which probably wasn’t that great idea since it was a December. During the night you woke up multiple times to shivering. You were sweating cold sweat and overall you felt horrible.

Then around 8 you woke up shivering once again. You hadn’t heard Esme’s knocks but still you woke up soon after them. You knew you had a fever and the best thing to do would be to just call the Sarina and let her know but you were stubborn. You decided that you could make it to breakfast and after that you would see if your state got any better.

You slowly started to get out if bed, stretching your limbs slowly but as you stood up, you were quick to faint to the ground, hitting your head in the process.

Your teammates at breakfast quickly got concerned when you didn’t show up. Beth was the first to go ask Ella and Lessi if they knew where you were since you hang out all the time.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen her since last night” Ella answered Beth. She was a bit worried too now.

”Yeah I mean we were in the rein yesterday and after that she went to bed” Alessia explained

“You were in the rain? In the cold?” It was Lucy who spoke now. She was like a oldersister to you at camp. Always looking after you and taking your side.

“Well yeah but we didn’t thi..” Ella started

“She’s probably sick, maybe we should go see her in her room” Lucy stopped the younger girl.

“Leah don’t you have the keys?” Beth asked the skipper.

“Yeah I can come with you to check on her” She answered anfd got up.

You teammates found their way to your room quickly, shock put on their face as they saw you on the floor. You had a little bump on your forehead which they assumed came from you falling down.

Lucy was the first beside you. She quickly put her hand on your head and realized that you were burning up. You had a fever of at least 39 degrees.

“She’s burning up, we nedd to get her to the medical room” Lucy said and then the three girls carried you to the medical room which usually was used for sprained ankles and other sports injuries.

You laid there still unconscious as the team’s doctor checked you out. She checked you temperature to find it be 40,7 degrees. She was a bit worried for that but otherwise you were fine. A little dehydrated so she started an IV.

“She’s probably going to wake up soon, you can call me then I’ll be in the next room. I’ll give her some medicine then but now let’s just wait for her to wake up” The doctor said and left the lionesses alone.

“I’ll call Sarina and inform her” Beth said and stepped out of the room.

Soon after that you woke up and were given a shit ton of meds. Leah was kind enough to bring you water bottle to you and you happily drank from it.

You were still hazy and groggy from the fever but you didn’t want to stay in the hospital like room.

“I just want to go to bed please” You said in a tired voice. Obviously your teammates couldn’t resist that request and after checking with the doctor, they helped you back to your room.

“Lucia” You said as they were about to leave.

“Yes sweetie” She answered.

“Can you come cuddle with me” You asked half awake.

Lucy had a little concussion the other day so she wasn’t allowed to train that day.

“Of course, anything for you little” Lucy answered. She said bye to Leah and Beth who were ready to give Alessia and Ella a mouthful.

Lucy just settled next to you under the sheets and was met by your warm frame.

You loved nothing more than cuddling with your closest people. So that’s how you fell back asleep. Lucy laying next to you, playing with your hair.

#woso community #wlw post #woso fanfics #woso x reader #leah williamson #lucy bronze #angst #alessia russo #lionesses #lucy bronze imagine #beth mead #alessia russo x ella toone #ella toone

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youaresimplylovely · 9 months ago

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“Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love”

---- A love story between a Formula 1 Driver and a Supermodel

Chapter 1 (Next Chapter) Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Pairing: Carlos Sainz!Formula 1 Driver x Famous Supermodel!Reader

Words: 562 words

Warnings: First time writing so if there are any errors, feel free to say so!! :>> nevertheless no warnings on this first chapter

Somehow proofread :')

Summary: Getting to know the Dela Cruz family

Lights flickered across the room, and a young man's voice was heard across the room. A loud groan escaped his voice. Sighing softly, the man approached the light switch, turning it off. "I thought Dad was supposed to fix this," he mumbled, going to another room with better lighting. He grabbed the scattered papers on the kitchen counter, fixing the order of the documents. He sat on the dining table chairs with the papers in his hand.

"Ahem." he cleared his throat, sighing but not too loud. He stared at the first page of the papers in his hand as he started reading. “Y/N Claire Rose Althea Sophia Amélie Genevieve Katherine Dela Cruz.” He smiled softly. "Not including her mother's last name." He snickered, scratching his back with his hand. He continues reading the paper in his hand. "Where were we? Ah yes, Y/N Claire Rose Althea Sophia Amélie Genevieve Katherine Dela Cruz.” He reiterated the woman's name. "Such a long dang name." He rolled his eyes, baffled that the woman's name was long.

"Y/N is a famous supermodel, considered one of the most beautiful women. She is part American, part French, part Spanish, and part Filipino." The young man ran his hands through his hair, scrunching his nose. "Who knew that combining Asian genes with American and European ones would make 'the most beautiful woman.'" He gestured with air quotes and sarcasm in his tone. "The woman came from the renowned 'Dela Cruz' family. A prominent family, the father being Jean Louis Dela Cruz, A man who is half American and half French; you could say he's part Spanish, too. Hence, the last name 'Dela Cruz.'"

The young man pouted, thinking how a half-American and half-French man could have his last name be 'Dela Cruz' on Earth. He shakes his head, shaking the thought off as he continues reading. "The man married a famous beauty queen from the Philippines, Maria Lucia Garcia, a woman who is half Filipino and half Spanish." The young man groaned, scrunching his whole face now. He thought to himself, how can this family be so confusing. "Esto no puede ser real (This can not be real)," he muttered in his weird but manageable Spanish accent.

"The two fell in love and had 5 beautiful children. The first child was Mark Cedric Dela Cruz, the second was James Diego Dela Cruz, Daniel Ezekiel Dela Cruz, and the fourth was Y/N Claire Rose Althea Sophia Amélie Genevieve Katherine Dela Cruz." He groans, rolling his eyes and causing him to laugh. "The woman's name is so long 'cause she's the only girl and definitely a daddy's girl." He chuckles, sighing as he lays back against the chair. “And the last child, Paolo Gabriel Dela Cruz a.k.a ‘Pao’.”

Before the young man could continue, footsteps approaching the kitchen were heard. A woman snickered, sitting next to the young man. She gave him a weird look, scrunching her face. “¿Qué diablos estás haciendo pao? (What the hell are you doing, Pao?)" you laughed, nudging his shoulder as you sat beside him. Your beautiful Spanish accent causes your brother to smile softly. "Um, excuse me, Y/N. This is a school project; I had to do a family background." Pao rolled his eyes at you, giving you a playful, disgusted look. "I didn't know college students' homework was like that nowadays." You giggled.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 2 months ago

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Please Father pt2

𖤐Pairing: Priest! Ghost x Nun! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Pt1: please-father

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, language, more use of Simon, age gap, sex in a church, P in V, brief mention of nudity, touching, kissing/making out, fingering, eating out, slight dirty talking, spanking, blowjob, hand job,

𖤐Summary: When word starts to get around

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“I heard moaning.”

“Moaning? From where?”

“From Father Simon’s office.”

“I thought he was gone for the week?”

“I thought so too, but I heard moaning. Do you think?”

“No, possibly not.”

“I haven’t heard much on that…disrespectful girl.”

“Y/n?”

“Yes. I think her confession with Father Simon changed her.”

“I don’t know…I still don’t trust her.”

“Didn’t Father Simon tell you not to gossip while in the Church?”

“Mother Lucia.”

“We’re so sorry.”

“Keep praying and don’t gossip while in the sanctuary, it’s disrespectful to God,” Mother Lucia says while walking away.

What Sister Grace and Amber were talking about being gone for a week, Father Simon was suppose to be in Rome. Exploring the culture, praying in their new Church he was invited to, and even possibly meet the Pope (that's what they thought), but really he was still in England, dealing with his...own problems.

Sister Y/n sat on her knees in Father Simon's office, she holds a smirk on her face, her palms resting against one another between her thighs, and her head down looking at the dark oak desk in front of her. Father Simon sat behind his desk in his leather chair.

"Tell me again," he says.

"I prayed for something...something...that I've prayed for before," she now looks up at him, he sees her smirks and gives her one in return.

Father Simon and Sister Y/n have had this...secret going on for a few months now. No one knew of it, not even the ones who gossiped, thinking they know everything that goes on in the Church.

Y/n gets off her knees and makes her way behind his desk, Father Simon was handsome sure, but only one person got to see everything about Father Simon. And it was only Sister Y/n.

She lifts the long skirt of her habit , she exposes her knees. Simon placed his rough hand on the back of her calf bringing it up so he plants a soft kiss on her knee, and slowly moving up her leg, his other hand starts exploring her legs.

Going up her thigh, pinching at the fat of her thigh, and giving a smack on her thighs here and there. He looks up at her moving her foot off his thigh. He helps her out by lifting the rest of her habit exposing her pink lace panties.

She lets out a shaky moan when feeling cold air hitting her bare legs. She looks down as his teeth starts pulling at her panties pulling them down just barely. His hands going behind her and squeezing her ass.

She lets out another shaky moan, throwing her head back. He starts pumping his ring finger and middle finger inside of her, starting out slow and kissing her abdomen, her fingers get tangled into his blonde hair slightly pulling at the strains of her caught between her fingers.

Feeling weak at the knees Y/n had almost fallen, but she moves over to lean against his desk, using her free hand to make sure she stayed stable on the desk.

Simon then looks up at her seeing her head was back and some moans left her mouth, he smirks and starts thrusting his tongue in and out of her.

The wet sounds filled his office, along with some slurping sounds, she couldn't help but moan a bit louder, covering her mouth so anyone who walked by wouldn't hear such filthy sounds come from Father Simon's office.

His fingers start to move faster and subconsciously she starts moving her hips moving them up and down on his fingers and tongue, he groans and lets out a chuckle the vibrations sending her over the edge, her thighs wanting to close around his head but his hands placed in her thighs to keep them open.

She fell on her back now, back arching from the pleasure, and Simon eating her out like she will be his last meal, head shaking back and forth knowing he's doing such a good job at pleasing her.

"Do you like it?" He asked, moving his mouth and using his fingers again, moving them faster before she could even speak. She nods her head but that's not good enough. "Words, Sister Y/n, use your words," he says with a growl.

"Yes, yes, I like it," she moans out. Head back as he went back to shoving his head between her thighs and licking up all her juices spilling out from her.

His mouth goes around her soaked folds slurping her up and making even more wet and filthy sounds. Her body felt numb and like she didn't have any sort of control over it anymore. She felt dumb.

"F-Father Simon?"

"I'll clean you up, and I want you to go pray, understood?" She nods her head as he leaves her on his desk legs still wide open and cum still spilling from her lower half. He comes back with a rag and some clean panties.

He had them from the last time him and Y/n did it in his office, he cleaned them and kept them for the next time, and he'll do it again the panties she had on.

"Lift," he says, after cleaning her up and putting the new clean pair on. He pulls her up off his desk and sit on his lap. Her arms going around his neck as his hands rested on her ass.

"You're such a good girl, even if others say otherwise, you're a good girl for me," he says, close to her ear. "Now...go on and pray..." he says, giving her ass a light smack letting her up and letting her fix herself before having to walk out of his office.

As she left she feels her heart racing, she walks into the sanctuary sitting next to Sister Grace, putting her palms together, the other two nuns prayed like normal but peaked at Y/n as she sat down and she closed her eyes.

She didn't say anything yet almost like she was thinking on what to say, but...what was on her mind, she could not say in front of Sister Grace and Amber.

Mother Lucia came back into the sanctuary looking at the three nuns sitting in front of the alter praying, she slightly smiles knowing Y/n was there. When Y/n first came here, her first month she was very reluctant on praying since she never did it before, and had no idea what she should be praying about but now, she has a bit of an idea on what she should be doing.

"Sisters, it's time for lunch," Mother Lucia says. All three got up from their spots and followed Mother Lucia.

In the dining hall Y/n just looks down at her food lamb, peas, and carrots again for lunch. She wasn't hungry, she looks at the tall double doors watching as Father Simon passed by with 4 other nuns following behind him.

They were all giddy, snickering, giggling and covering their mouths. They must be new nuns coming in and Father Simon was showing them around.

They stopped in front of the double doors as Father Simon showed them the dining hall, she looks at him, he just gives her a small smirk before telling the nuns to 'keep up'.

She looks at Mother Lucia and excuses herself.

"Mother Lucia, may I be excused?"

"For what reason?"

"I'm just not that hungry..." she lied. She was starving but she didn't want lamb and vegetables again.

"I guess, but please come back and eat, I can hear your stomach growling," she says, Y/n just bows her head and walks out of the dining hall.

Finding Father Simon wasn't going to be that hard, she turns the corner and sees the 4 nuns, batting their eyelashes at him, giving him small praises, slightly touching him, he just gives them all a smile trying to be polite to them.

"Sister Y/n," she snaps out of her thoughts when hearing her name from Father Simon.

"Father Simon," she say quietly, but they still heard her.

"Would you be so kind to show our, new sisters were their sleeping chambers are?" He asks. He wasn't allowed to go pass a certain point for it being the nuns side of the Church and with respect still to his name, he wasn't going to step over the line and invade on the nuns side.

"Of course."

"Please, do follow Sister Y/n to your sleeping chambers," he tells them while looking down at them all.

Y/n was in front of the new nuns, they were all still giddy about Father Simon, talking about him and giggling about him. The gate to the nuns side opens and they all walked through.

"This is our half of the Church, only we nuns can come this way, Father Simon has no business being over here, which is why he asked me, over there is the courtyard, our own little camphol to pray at, and our sleeping chambers is just this way." Y/n says.

"Sister Y/n, do you know if...Father Simon is married?"

"That question is inappropriate to ask, if you must know Father Simon is single, he wishes to not marry, his whole life is about the Church and God," and this is coming from someone who has sex with him almost on a daily.

"Damn," one says.

Y/n doesn't know why she is acting like this, could it be because of jealously or because she doesn't want these new nuns coming in and taking what her and Father Simon have?

"And please keep all their comments to yourselves, you don't want Mother Lucia catching you talk like that, she'll punish you by making you do hard chores," Y/n warns them all.

"Who is Mother Lucia," one asked.

"Yes, Father Simon even brought her up."

"She is the head nun here. She is also one of the older nuns, she's been here longer than anyone else, even longer than Father Simon, she's in charge of everything and takes her role very seriously," Y/n tells them. "If you do have any questions please come find me or Mother Lucia."

Y/n walks away from the nuns and heads back to find Father Simon, but she knows where he might be. She waits outside of confessions knowing he was in there, this was around the time he'd be doing confessions. She waits patiently as the door to his side opens.

"Sister Y/n. I hoped you prayed?" He was sounding serious when other nuns passed by.

"I did, Father Simon." Simon then grabs her arm dragging her into confessions.

"I only have a little bit of time before the next person," he says. He sits down on the small wooden chair and pushed Y/n to be on her knees. Y/n then starts rubbing his thick thighs as he started unbuckling his pants, not pulling them down but pulling his dick out.

She looks up and then sees his hard dick, she was somewhat surprised why was he so hard during confessions?

"I was thinking about you, after you came and got the new nuns," he says.

"How inappropriate, Father Simon." She teased.

"You wanna talk about being inappropriate," he says back. "Just shut up and suck me off," he demands. She smirks and gives him a few pumps.

Soon the door open to the other side of the confession booth, there was a small window only showing the side profile of both Father Simon and the person in the booth next to him, small metal bars with intricate designs on it covering both of their faces. So the woman in the booth couldn't see Simon's face.

"Forgive me Father but I have sinned." She starts. "It's been 4 weeks since my last confession...for I did something that I don't even know if I could forgiven myself for..." well it can't be worse then what he's doing right now.

Getting sucked off by a nun who was considered "disrespectful."

"I...Last night...I...I touched myself." She says.

"Touch yourself? S-Sister," he was trying to sound normal and composed. "That is...very forgivable...I can understand what you feel...I'm not perfect either."

Y/n looks up at Simon watching as his eyes would fall on her every once and a while, her mouth wrapped around his dick and bobbing her head up and down, moving her mouth and starts kissing his pink tip. She runs her thumb over his slit as he continued to talk with the nun.

His hand went behind her head deepening her mouth and her nose touching his lower stomach. She gags when his tip hit the back of her throat.

"Father what was that?" The nun asks.

"Sorry, something...lodged in the back of my throat, sorry for bothering you," he says, "But please do keep going on telling me how you will solve this," Simon asks.

"I will pray every day and night to God for his forgiveness along with his blessing to keep me in the Church, I wish to not leave, I love it here, Father Simon," she tells him.

"And God will never send you out," he says. He hand now cupping under Y/n's chin guiding her to release off his cock as he ended up coming all on her face. He points discreetly of a wash cloth, resting on a wooden mop bucket. It was there in case the booth got too hot and Simon could wipe his sweat off.

She takes the dry towel and hands it to Simon, as he kept talking to the nun he wipes Y/n's face and she helped him by wiping his tip off and putting his pants back on normally.

"Thank you father for listening to me."

"Of course," he says as the nun left, Simon looks down and cups her face leaning down and kissed her lips. "You almost got me caught," he teased.

"I'm sorry," she chuckles.

"I want you to go check on those new nuns, I want them to know how serious we are," he says.

"I'll try my best."

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Y/n walked the halls of the Church after changing her habit. She walks to the champers and saw some of the nuns in a circle gossiping, they laughed but then all stopped while they noticed Y/n in the doorway.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"There's been News of Father Simon possibly having a lover," Sister Amber says.

"A...lover...?"

"There's been sounds of moans coming from his office...his personal bed chambers as well," Amber says.

"Why are you guys snooping with Father Simon's personal matters?" Y/n says to them.

"Don't tell me you're not curious as well?" Said Amber.

"I'm not curious about that mans love life and neither should you all," she says. "It's none of our business or concern."

"Have you noticed anything, Sister Y/n? You seem to spend a lot of time with him and Mother Lucia, do you notice anything?" Sister Grace asked.

"I spend my time with them because of my actions, I don't gossip, I've changed and set my ways to stay in the Church if anything Mother Lucia sees me becoming a Mother of the Church like her, and Father Simon sees me as an equal. I am not interested in someone's love life."

"You speak so proper, Sister Y/n," One of the newer nuns said.

"And you all should keep to yourselves if you don't Mother Lucia catching you, and Sister Amber, Sister Grace you two should know better from the amount of unrolling chores you two have done in your time here," Y/n says as the nuns all 'ohh' and 'awe' at the two nuns who seem to like to gossip the most in all of the Church.

Y/n then walks into the chambers.

"I did come to check on the new nuns," she says. "How are you all doing?" She asks with a smile on her face.

"Just fine, Sister Y/n," they all said looking at her.

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Y/n pats her habit as she waits in the courtyard the one on the public side, so people could see her and Father Simon together. She looks at the arch seeing Father Simon come into the courtyard.

"Father Simon."

"Sister Y/n."

They wanted to meet here for a reason but a reason you might think, they're not going to have sex in the public courtyard where anyone could just see them. Instead they sat on the stone bench together just to talk.

Ever since Y/n and Simon's first time doing it in the Church, Y/n felt like she needed to stay. Stay in the Church because of Simon, her family had only sent her to this Church for just 3 months, but it's been close to 8 months.

She told her family about her opportunities here and wanted to stay, she hasn't even left the Church to even go visit them, she felt like there was no reason to visit them if her home...was the Church.

Her family calls every now and then to check up on her and even asked when's the next time they'll see her, but she always gives a lame excuse to not see them, and the excuse every time being how Father Simon will need her at the Church, they could never argue with that, they wanted her there, she will stay as long as she needs to.

"Have you spoken with your family recently?" Simon asks.

"No, they haven't called in a few weeks now," she plays with her fingers.

"Do they miss you?"

"They tell me that all the time...but if they miss me, why can't they come and visit me? They know they can, why do I have to put everything on hold to go see them?" She says.

"I understand-"

"Do you? When's the last time you've seen your family, Father?"

"...7 years...I joined to change my ways, Sister Y/n. I was an awful child, my parents much help either, I had a rough childhood, I lost my brother, no one in my family wanted to help me. I started using drugs to cope. Father Martin found me, took me under his wing and when he passed, I took his spot to be the best I could...but...I feel like...I let him down in some way."

"Because of me..."

"Y/n-"

"Maybe it was a bad idea to do that..."

"I understand where you are coming from, Sister Y/n but it wasn't a bad choice when we both wanted it...I don't regret what I did, and I know you didn't..."

"If you didn't regret then why are we talking about it?"

"I don't know."

"Father Simon."

"Yes?"

"I want to keep what this is going...keeping it secret from others, I wish to not stop unless you say so..."

"But I want you comfortable..."

"Do not worry about what I want...I wish to not ruin your reputation." She says. "I will even leave if it gets too out of hand." She then stood up before Simon says anything. "I bid you good day," and she walks away before Simon could even stop her.

"Good day, Sister Y/n," was all he said as he watched her leave the courtyard.

"Dear God what do I do now?"

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leosxrealm · 11 months ago

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ

pairing(s): single dad! Carlos x male! teacher! reader

warning(s): mostly fluff! Carlos has a daughter named Lucia

(a/n): milo and i were brainrotting and he sent in this amazing request. Milo, my love, this one's for you♡ @miloformula123fan hope you like it :]

wc: 1.7k

!not proofread!

"Okay Lucia, do you know where your auntie is?" you crouch down in front of the 4-year-old girl as you question her. She shakes her head, hugging her panda stuffie closer to her. You could see the sadness in her eyes; all her friends had already left with their parents or guardians, but baby Lucia was still not here. You understood that her father was a busy man, so her aunt usually picked her up. It seemed like she was running late today.

You try to distract her. "How is Mr. Bamboo doing?" you question, smiling at her, hoping she would smile back. She does. A bright toothy grin blooms on her face. "Mr. Bamboo is so cool!" she exclaims, her eyes shining brightly, "He protected me from the monster last night!"

"Monster?" you question, amusement dancing in your eyes. She nods rapidly, her expression changing. "There was a big monster under my bed," she says, eyes wide, and mouth slightly agape. She uses her hand to show the size of the supposed monster, Mr. Bamboo dangling from one of her hands.

"And what did Mr. Bamboo do?" you question, copying her expression. "He scared them away!" She says, throwing her arms in the air.

"Uhm." You turn your head to the door when you hear someone clear their throat.

A tall man stood there, in a bright red jacket, his hair a bit messy. "Papa!" Lucia exclaims, running up to the man with open arms. He crouches down, opening up his arms for the little girl. "Hi, baby. How was your day?" He smiles at his daughter, tucking her messy hair behind her ears. "Mario asked me to be his girlfriend again! I told him I don't like him and he started crying and only stopped when Mr. Y/N hugged him," she continues to ramble on, before stopping all of a sudden.

She smiles brightly at her father, taking his hand, to drag him to where you were standing. "Papa! This is Mr. Y/n," she says excitedly, "Mr. Y/n! Meet Papa!"

"Carlos," the man says, extending his hand. "Y/n. Nice to meet you, Mr. Carlos," you smile warmly at the man. "Please, Carlos is fine," he says reciprocating the smile. "I insist," he adds, after seeing the hesitation in your face. "Okay. Carlos, it is." He chuckles, giving your hand a small squeeze before dropping it.

"You ready to go home, princesa?" he questions his daughter. She pouts shaking her head. "Why? What's wrong?" he crouches down in front of her. "Can we please ask Mr. Y/n to come over for dinner?" She asks him, looking up at him with her doe eyes, quite similar to her father's. "I'm sure Mr. Y/n has his own stuff to do. We shouldn't disturb him," he gives her an apologetic smile.

Tears pool in her eyes, her bottom lips jutting out. "Please...?" she asks in such a tiny voice that you almost miss her from where you were standing. "Uh..." Carlos hesitates, but seeing the look on her face, he quickly gets up, straightening his clothes. He moves to stand in front of you.

"Carlos, it's fine," you say, "I understand you're a busy man." "No, it's alright. I want to invite you as well," he says with a charming smile, "I would love it if you could join us for dinner when you're free. And Lucia too," he adds, his big brown eyes almost making you pack up right then and there and leave with them. "I would love to join you two," you give him an apologetic smile, "but I have some work to do right now. It would take me at least a few hours."

"I understand. Maybe Saturday if you're free then?" he questions, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Um... Yes, I think I'm free on Saturday," you say, a smile gracing your features. Carlos thinks he just fell in love with his daughter's teacher. "That's great! Saturday it is then. I'll text you the details," he pulls out his phone, not giving you any time to think as he pushes the phone in your direction.

You take the phone from his hand, your fingers brushing against his. Typing in your number, you hand it back. He pockets his phone, turning towards his daughter. All traces of tears vanished from her face. Carlos laughs; he knew it was all an act to get him to do something. Even knowing this, he couldn't deny his precious daughter's request.

You bring Lucia's bag to him, while he helps her with her coat. "I'll pick you up on Saturday. You don't have to worry about driving all the way," he takes the bag from your hands. "It's fine! Really. I don't want to trouble you with that," you try to politely refuse his offer. "You wouldn't be troubling me. It's the least I can do."

Welp, he seemed really adamant about it. You don't think you could have refused his offer no matter how hard you try, so you give up. "I'll see you on Saturday," he says, now, standing at the door.

"We!" Lucia tugged at the hand she was holding. "Yes, yes, I know, forgive me," Carlos chuckles, looking down at his daughter. "We'll see you on Saturday," he corrects himself. "See you on Saturday!" you wave goodbye to them, going back inside to finish up the rest of the work.

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You hear a knock on the door as you're fixing the collar of your shirt. You rush around the apartment to get to the door. "Carlos! Hi!" you open the gate to see Carlos standing in front of you, wearing a black button-down shirt, with black slacks; a small bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Y/n," he smiles, extending his hand towards you, "These are for you." "Ca- Carlos, why the flowers?" you ask with a bashful smile. "I don't like to come empty-handed," he smiles.

You take the bouquet from him, inviting him inside as you try to find a vase. "I'll be there in a minute," you say, peeking your head out of your room to Carlos who is sitting in the living room. "It's fine. Take your time."

"I'm ready. Let's go," you say as you emerge from your room. You pick up the keys to your apartment, Carlos following you out. You make idle talk with him as you make your way to his car. You didn't even notice it when he opened the gate for you. Giving him a smile and a quiet thank you, you get in the car; he gets in the driver's side.

You reached his house before you knew it, the entire ride filled with conversations. He opens the gate for you again. You chuckle as you thank him once again. Going inside, you were greeted with a bear hug from baby Lucia, "Mr. Y/n!"

"Hi, Lucia. how are you doing?" you ruffle her hair. She takes a step back, craning her neck to look at you, "I'm doing good Mr. Y/n! How are you?"

"I'm good as well."

"Lucia, at least let Mr. Y/n get inside," Carlos calls to his daughter, a soft smile on his face. "Mr. Y/n, let's go inside," she takes your hand, guiding you. "Okay okay," you laugh.

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Dinner went smoothly, with Carlos and Lucia both sharing embarrassing memories. In that moment, you felt more than just Lucia's teacher, you felt more like a friend. What really surprised you was the fact that Carlos had cooked all the food himself. You understood now why Lucia had been asking you all kinds of questions the last few days.

"Mr. Y/n! What's your favourite food to eat?

"Hm? Why'd you ask?

"No reason! Now tell me!"

You hear the sound of a door shutting softly. You look up to see Carlos making his way toward the couch, where you sat, his wine glass in his hand. "Is she asleep?" you question the man, taking a sip of the cherry-colored drink. "Yes," he exhales. " She doesn't even ask me to tuck her in anymore," a ghost of a smile appears on his face, thinking of all the times when his precious baby used to ask him to tuck her in with the brightest smile in the world.

"She'll always be your little girl," you smile at the Spaniard, understanding where he was coming from. "She will be. Always," he says, his words getting quieter with every word. Maybe it was the wine running in your system, but you reach out to hold his hand. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you try to change topics, to get his mind off that.

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Half past eleven. Your eyes widen in surprise. You hadn't even realised it had been that late. "Oh! It seems like we both lost track of time," you look at the man beside you, "It's late. I should go home and you should get some sleep. You look tired." You put your glass on the coffee table, as you try to get up. "No wait," Carlos says as he pulls you back by the hand that was still holding yours.

"Carlos-"

"I'll drop you. You don't have a car"

"Carlos, I'll take a cab. You're in no condition to drive," you say, lightly squeezing his hand once again.

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"I could've dropped you home, you know?" he turns to face you. You're both standing outside his apartment building, waiting for the cab that said it would be here any minute.

"I know," you turn to him, giving him a small smile. A car pulls up in front of you two. You check it to see that it was, in fact, your ride home.

"Thank you for inviting me for dinner," you start, "The dinner was a nice change. Really, thank you." You give him one final nod, walking towards the cab waiting for you.

"Y/n!"

You turn at the sound of your name, standing face to face with Carlos.

"Carlos? What is it-?" He leans down planting a small kiss near the corners of your lips. "Thanks for accepting my invitation," his lips curl up into a smile.

You lower your head, your cheeks turning a scarlet red. "Bye," it came out quieter than you hoped. You get into the car, glancing back at him one last time. "I'll call you later," he mouthed. You give him a smile in return, settling into your seat.

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He didn't.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 8)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (8)

Masterlist (other parts here)

(*Little bit of a smutty smut chapter*)

Lucy dropped her kit bag near the door and kicked off her shoes. They stood there for several seconds, giving each other the opportunity to say something. Lucy closed the gap between them quickly, her hands finding either side of her face and their lips connecting. It was soft and passionate but grew more and more desperate by the second. YFN grabbed Lucy’s hoody in her fists and pulled her close, as close as she could get her, gasping in her mouth. Her hands felt their way up to Lucy’s hair and tangled themselves there, grabbing hard. Lucy liked the aggression. She slammed YFN’s back up against the bathroom door which made her moan into her mouth.

“Yes, Luce.” She encouraged and pulled her hoody up as far as she could. Lucy pulled back just enough to help her and ripped the hoody off, throwing it away and shivering at the praise. She returned the gesture by stripping YFN’s shirt. Their mouths crashed together again and Lucy’s hands made quick work of her bra. Her hands came up to grab her tits, thumbs flicking across her hardened nipples. YFN whimpered and shivered. Lucy bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her onto her waist and grinding her against the wall with her hips, her hands returning to play with her nipples. God, she loved those.

YFN’s hands were both in Lucy’s hair, grabbing and pulling her closer and closer. She used her grip to pull her head down and Lucy got the hint, licking and then sucking one of her nipples. YFN whimpered again and Lucy built on her excitement by roughly grinding her hips into her against the wall. Through the fabric YFN could feel the pressure on her core and whimpered loudly. Lucy let go of her first nipple with a delightful sucking sound and took the other in her mouth, massaging the previous one with her hand. She could tell YFN loved her nipples played with, the way her body was squirming and back was arching against her thrusting and sucking. YFN leant forward and encouraged Lucy with kisses wherever she could reach, her forehead, temple, hair, her cheek. Lucy loved this caring amongst the rough. God, she made her wild. She pulled back and her mouth found YFN’s jaw, biting in ownership. YFN shivered and pulled Lucy’s head down to her neck where she alternated kissing and biting.

Lucy’s hands moved to grab her ass and she pulled them off the wall, walking over to the bed like she weighed nothing. She dropped them onto the bed and stood up, sliding YFN’s pants and underwear off in one. She saw the dripping mess of YFN and groaned. YFN widened her legs, inviting her in. Lucy knelt between her feet, her hands grabbing behind her knees and pushing backwards and apart. YFN had never been in such a vulnerable position before.

Lucy was excited, the fingers of her right hand moving down to explore the wet folds beneath her. YFN watched Lucy kneeling there with an excited look on her face, jaw twitching and abs flexing. Lucy began playing with her, her fingers exploring the mess she’d made until YFN reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down so they were face to face.

“Lucia, you either taste me or fuck me but you’re not going to keep playing with me.” Lucy’s eyes lit up and she didn’t know what came over her, but her hand closed around YFN’s throat. She squeezed.

“What?”

YFN fell into a naturally submissive state and grabbed Lucy’s wrist with both hands, encouraging her. Lucy had fallen for the caring, kind, dimply girl and never did she imagine just how rough she’d like it. It had been something Lucy had worried about, whether she’d enjoy her being rough. Luckily, YFN was so much more turned on by it than Lucy could have predicted which encouraged her next actions. Lucy reached down with her spare hand and slipped two fingers inside of her without warning. YFN gasped and her eyes rolled back. Oh, she loved this, Lucy realised. She loved being put into submission. She made a mental note to unpack that with her later.

“What did you say?” Lucy repeated.

“N…nothing.” YFN choked.

Lucy pulled her dripping fingers out and started circling her swollen clit, the sound of YFN’s wetness resonating around the room.

“That’s right,” Lucy said. “You’ve been mine since the day you picked up that phone and called me. Flirting and teasing ever since. I knew I’d be fucking you from that first moment I saw you in the rain.”

She kept playing with her, toying with her clit. YFN was a whimpering, moaning mess. She squeezed her neck tighter and continued. “You knew we’d be here. You knew you’d be mine, hm?”

“Y…yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I… I wanted you to fuck me since we first met. I… fuck, I need you Luce.”

Lucy rubbed until YFN was close. As her breath hitched and her moans became a higher pitch, Lucy let go of her throat and took her hand away from her clit.

“N…no. Luce… no.”

YFN looked to Lucy who seemed amused, kneeling between her legs, hands on her own thighs. “No? Use your words.”

“Come back..” she whispered.

Lucy leant over her then, her sports bra grazing over YFN’s well-sucked nipples, her face just hovering above hers. God, she was beautiful. Covered in bite marks, her lips swollen, face flushed and pupils blown.

“You’re full of surprises, hm?”

YFN knew she must have looked a state, especially compared to Lucy who looked very, very in control besides her dilated pupils.

“Luce,” she pleaded. She wasn’t beyond pleading and the amount of trust she had in Lucy made her want to plead to please her even more. She knew she liked that.

“I’m right here, little one.”

YFN shivered. That was exactly what she needed to hear. Her eyes darkened and she fisted Lucy’s hair, biting and tugging on her bottom lip. She’d never felt like this before. She grabbed one of Lucy’s hands and moved it down to her dripping mess, Lucy was wide-eyed and letting her move it. She pushed two of Lucy’s fingers inside her. “Luce, I need you to do your fucking job. Do your fucking job.”

She’d never been so aggressive in her life. Lucy was shocked, she loved it. Fucking her was her job. Yes. She kissed her cheek and growled in her ear. “Well open your fucking legs and let me do my fucking job.”

YFN widened her legs invitingly and grabbed Lucy’s head, shoving it down to where she needed it most. Lucy began doing ‘her job’. Her mouth closed around her clit as her fingers began thrusting in and out. YFN’s back arched and she had to turn and bite the pillow so she wouldn’t scream in small the hotel room. One hand went up to brace against the headboard and the other stayed in Lucy’s hair gripping hard like she had any control in the situation at all. Suddenly Lucy was back on her knees again. YFN started to complain when she saw her fixing her hair, getting it out of the way. Lucy’s nipples were hard through the fabric of her sports bra and her mouth was covered in YFN’s shiny, wet excitement. Lucy grinned down at her and reached up to grab a spare pillow. With one hand under her lower back, she lifted YFN and slid the pillow under her. She settled back into place like she planned on spending the night. With no warning, her mouth was sucking, and her fingers were thrusting knuckle deep with a gloriously wet sound. She could feel YFN clenching and unclenching around her, stretching and getting wetter with each suck and thrust.

“C…Christ… Luce…” YFN cried.

The strangled noises coming from her mouth were involuntary. She felt the need to make Lucy feel something also, to please her. She reached down and pulled the sports bra over her head, Lucy grunted, almost annoyed, as she had to pause what she was doing. YFN knew she wouldn’t be able to reach her nipples and so she locked her legs around Lucy’s shoulders and rolled until she was on top. Lucy was caught by surprise again but groaned her approval and her hands grabbed onto YFN’s hips, pulling most of her body weight onto her face.

YFN was worried she wouldn’t be able to breath, but Lucy didn’t seem to care. She automatically started a rhythmic moving on her face, and Lucy’s hands encouraged it. Her tongue pushed its way through her folds and into her and out of her, fucking her with her tongue. YFN cried out and arched her back, her hands moving behind her to grab Lucy’s nipples. Lucy jerked under her and began to squirm, unable to control herself. YFN reached back further, her fingers snaking under her shorts and slipping through Lucy’s dripping folds. Lucy whimpered against YFN’s clit and picked up her efforts, desperate to make YFN climax before her. Her knees came up and spread for YFN to have better access as she began rubbing her clit. God, she was soaked. They fucked each other like that for a while, both unsure how they were holding their orgasms at bay but both loving every second.

Soon YFN started clenching and shuddering as she got close. Her body locked with her orgasm and she cried out, which sent Lucy over the edge. Her fingers dug into her hips and she came under her, swearing against the clit she was flicking with her tongue. Their orgasms were hard and full bodied. Both sweating and whimpering and shuddering, slowing down their movements to bring them down from their high.

When YFN could finally will her body to move, she let herself fall beside Lucy on the bed, both of them shaking and trying to find rhythm to their breathing. Eventually YFN calmed herself enough to look over at Lucy who was already staring at her, her mouth and nose glistening, her eyes full of wonder and even more need.

Lucy was much fitter than YFN, an athlete. It didn’t take her long to recover. Soon enough she was up off of the bed and stripping herself down. She wasn’t done. YFN was still trying to recover but managed to prop herself up onto her elbows to watch Lucy as she started looking around the room. YFN wanted to ask her what she was looking for but she didn’t have the oxygen to form words. Starting with the shopping bags, and then the draws, Lucy found the strap. Shit. Had she told Jordan to buy that? How did she know..? Lucy put it on and god, was it a sight. She came back over to the bed and grabbed hold of YFN’s ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed and bending her legs up and apart.

Lucy had never been so forward before, she’d never ever had such an urge to fuck someone senseless. Seeing YFN below her, eyes full of trust and desperation sent her wild and urged her to act on her needs. One look reassured Lucy that she didn’t need lube. She took the tip and rubbed it in amongst the glorious wetness of YFN’s folds. She circled her sensitive clit a few times and watched YFN’s face as she did it. She carefully entered two fingers to feel the space and pulled them back out, sucking them, before she lined the tip up and pushed, creating a little pressure but not entering her.

YFN looked up at Lucy – she was so comfortable like this, dominant. God, she was sexy. Lucy was lined up, looking cocky and at ease. She leant forward and stroked YFN’s cheek incredibly softly, her fingertips brushing over her lips as they made their way down to her throat. YFN’s hands went up to hand her wrist, demanding it not leave her throat. Lucy grabbed her hip with her free hand and thrust the whole strap inside. YFN let out a cry of pleasure and surprise. Lucy paused, giving her body time to adjust to the size and once she was happy, she picked up a casual rhythm. Her thrusting became harder as she could feel YFN stretching and swelling.

The sounds of YFN gasping and moaning and crying out softly gave Lucy encouragement enough to go all day. The sounds of wet slapping echoing around the room, drowning out their voices.

“Uh… fuck. Fuck. Yes. Fuck. L…Luce.” Lucy needed her. She needed her. More. More. It wasn’t enough. Fuck.

YFN tried to lean down and grab at Lucy, to provide her with some stimulation but Lucy caught her hand and pushed it away. Her arm came around YFN’s back and she pulled them together up the bed so Lucy was now on top of her, knees pushing apart YFN’s legs and thrusting. Hard.

YFN wrapped her legs around Lucy’s hips and her arms around her head and shoulders as Lucy breathed into her neck with each thrust. The wet slapping sound became wetter. She wanted Lucy to feel the same pleasure but didn’t realise that Lucy was so close to orgasming like this, just fucking her. YFN’s mouth found Lucy’s ear and she made known her gasping and moaning.

“Please don’t stop… please. Oh.. fuck… yes. Ah – Luce… y..yes.” She could barely get words out but it almost made Lucy cum, hearing that and feeling the strap hit her clit as she fucked her into the bed.

Lucy stopped suddenly, she had to, to stop herself orgasming. But she didn’t tell YFN that. She pushed herself up so her face was hovering above her. YFN’s hands collected beads of sweat as they slid up and down her rippled back as if to reassure her she was doing well.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Say w…what?”

Lucy brushed her lips over YFN’s. “You know what.”

It was a test, Lucy admitted. But YFN was the only person who had understood her so deeply. From underneath her, she locked eyes with the footballer, and kissed her gently. Lucy pushed back into her slowly and back out again, tantalising her. YFN was teetering on the edge, needing her to get back to her fucking so she could drop over the edge she knew was right there. She knew what Lucy wanted to hear. And she knew it wasn’t a lie to say it. “Luce,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

Lucy’s test had been passed. Of course she had. She knew her.

YFN continued, her lips brushing Lucy’s as she spoke. “Now I need you to-“

“-do my fucking job?” Lucy quoted.

She nodded eagerly and laid her head back down as Lucy began again to fuck her hard into the bed. It didn’t take long for them to finish, both simultaneously again, YFN falling apart against Lucy’s ear with strangled moans as she’d wanted.

They stayed there for a while. The strap thrown onto the floor with a wet thud, and Lucy laying her full body weight on YFN, unable to move as her legs were tangled around her own, and her arms holding her there, stroking her back and hair. She kissed her forehead, her eye brows, her cheeks. Lucy realised this was her way of showing her love and luckily, it was hers too.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Lucy gave a satisfied hum as her back was stroked. They were hot and sweaty but comfortable with the soft after the rough. They both knew they weren’t making it out of the hotel that night.

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humanpurposes · 2 years ago

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Come So Close That I Might See, part i

Desperate to secure her position, Aegon's wife turns to Aemond for help // Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Warnings: 18+, language, infidelity, smut (p in v, female receiving oral), breeding kink (kinda), and also a bit of fluff.

Words: 4800

A/n: this is my first oneshot! I've been sitting on this for literally months and finally got round to editing it. Also available to read on AO3.

Every breath Lucia took was like ice in her throat.

Her fingers came to toy with the Valyrian steel band around her ring finger. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Five years of whispers behind her back, agonising audiences with the Queen, the Hand and her Westerling and Lannister uncles. “The realm needs a son,” they all said, as if she hadn’t known that the moment she had said her vows to Aegon fucking Targareyn.

Her husband knew what he was doing. He had all but confessed countless times how he resented his position, how he did not wish to be crushed under the weight of duty despite the ambitions of his mother and grandsire.

She knew her duty, to give King Viserys another grandchild to dote upon, give the Hightowers the heir they needed, and secure her own position as the wife of a future King.

For Aegon, a child would be a burden, another duty to squander. He demanded use of her hands and her mouth of the few occasions he bothered to visit her bedchamber, but otherwise he was content to pounce upon the nearest serving girls or fuck his way through Fleabottom.

Five years of humiliation.

She anticipated what talk might stir with the arrival of the King’s guests at court. A great feast had been planned, to celebrate the new additions to their family. Helaena and Martyn Hightower were due to arrive from Oldtowen to present their daughter, Rhaella, while Princess Rhaenyra had delivered her second son with Daemon, another silver haired Prince, named in honour of the King.

She delighted in seeing Helaena again and could hardly contain her excitement when she saw a flash of cobalt blue in the sky that marked the arrival of Daeron and Tessarion. The Prince and Princess had been both sent to Oldtown so soon after Lucia’s marriage to Aegon, but she missed them more than she did her own siblings in the Westerlands.

Then came the party from Dragonstone, Rhaenyra, Daemon, and their small army of children. Aemond had tested her memory before their arrival; Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey, Baela, Rhaena, Aegon and Viserys.

Aegon was nowhere to be found when they were welcomed into the throne room. Lucia half hoped the captain of the city watch would come to her with news that his corpse had been found on the floor of a tavern. Instead she stood between Queen Alicent and Prince Aemond.

When the three boys with Velaryon blue cloaks and unruly dark hair bowed before the King, Aemond leaned into her ear. “That’s the bastard I have to thank for my sapphire,” he whispered.

Aegon eventually made an appearance at the feast later that night, sauntering in as the main courses were brought out. He already had a glazed look in his eye and dark purple stains in the corners of his mouth. Lucia shared a pointed glance with Aemond as her husband took his place beside her.

She did not have to suffer Aegon for long. Once the music picked up and the dancing began, Daeron was the first to lead her to the floor. Then, from the other side of the table, Jacaerys took Baela’s hand and joined them, the four of them dancing, twirling and laughing together, regardless of the scowls that came from Prince Daemon and Otto Hightower. Then came Lucerys and Rhaena, and after them followed Helaena and her husband.

After a few exhaustive rounds, Lucia thought she might need a glass of wine to recover her strength, until her eyes fell to Joffrey, looking a little abandoned. She took his hands and led him through a dance, which mostly involved them spinning in circles rather than following the steps. The boy looked up at her in awe as she twirled them around the floor.

“The Strong boys” were not so bad, she thought, they were gracious and lively, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t quite forget the terrible scar that slashed across Aemond’s face. She looked back to him as she danced. She expected to see that stoic, silent fury she had become so accustomed to, instead he looked rather… she settled on amused. His eye was softer than usual and his lips curled ever so slightly into– not quite a smile but it was hardly a frown either.

And each time she turned her head he was already looking at her.

She felt the whole thing had been a success. Until Lord Tyland came to her the morning after Rhaenyra’s departure for Dragonstone.

He barged into her chamber, standing over her as she took her breakfast. “We cannot delay any longer.”

“Good morning to you too, uncle.”

“How often do you share a bed with your husband?” He hissed.

Lucia swallowed her mouthful of blackberries. “Not often.”

“Speak plainly,” he demanded. “You are the wife of the King’s oldest son, you are not entitled to privacy.”

Clearly. She took a breath. “He will not come to my bedchamber, if he can help it, only if he is too drunk to remember he despises me. And then he… is never able to fulfil his marital duties.”

“This cannot go on.”

“And yet it has been the case for four years, uncle. Aegon simply does not wish to make me a mother. You may seek to ask the Queen to lecture him, but I am not the one at fault.”

“That is simply not good enough.”

“So what would you have me do?”

“Whatever it is you must do. You have seen how disputes of succession cause instability, and without an heir, Aegon’s position, our position is not secure.”

She knew little of the arrangement between the Hightowers and the Lannisters. Perhaps her family thought her too young to understand when the pact of loyalty was made, and yet they were happy to let that alliance rest upon her shoulders. As long as her womb was empty, she would remain a Westerling orphan to the eyes of the court.

“She will never give Aegon a son,” she had heard one of the Tyrells say, “the King should cast her aside, make her a septa and marry the Prince to one of our girls.”

She spent the rest of the day in the gardens, walking for hours until she came to the rose garden. There was a bench, concealed amongst bushes of red, pink and gold flowers, looking out over Blackwater Bay.

Had the small council truly been so startled by the very presence of Princess Rhaenyra in the capital? Even with the rumours surrounding her three eldest sons, her extensive family was a show of strength and stability, something she and Aegon had so far failed to provide.

The sun seemed to go black for a moment and there came a colossal roar that shook the foundations of the city. She looked up to the sky to see Vhagar soaring out over the water. She couldn’t make out much of her rider, save for a small glimmer of silver hair.

An idea came into her head.

She tucked her knees into her chest and began to gnaw at her lower lip until she tasted blood. She sat there, frozen in thought until the sun began to set and a chilling evening breeze swept in from the sea. Her gown was relatively thin, a day dress for Spring, but she did not shiver and she did not flinch.

As twilight approached, she heard footsteps crunching against the gravel path.

“You’re expected for dinner,” Aemond’s voice came from behind her.

She rose from the bench and came to stand before him, close enough to smell the leather on his jerkin and the faint scent of smoke in his hair.

He frowned and brought his thumb to her bruised and bloodied lip. She watched his eye as he inspected it, gently swiping and tugging. “What’s this?” He asked in a soft and scathing tone.

“It was my own fault,” she muttered, “I didn’t realise I was doing it.”

He pulled back with a dissatisfied “hmm,” but his gaze soon softened. “The Queen was getting rather worried.”

Lucia weaved her arm through his and began to lead him back towards the castle. “We should not keep her waiting then.”

Aemond followed Lucia into the dining room and settled in the seat across from her, beside Daeron. Helaena and Martyn Hightower were not present, apparently Rhaella had managed to come down with a cough and they would not leave her side.

The King had decided to dine with them this night, a rarity. Mostly they sat in silence, the Queen occasionally attempting to make conversation. She asked Aemond how Vhagar had been that morning. He said “very well mother,” and drew his fingers along his knife. She turned to Daeron and asked how his studies were progressing. He said “very well mother,” and went back to eating.

“Sunfyre is well too, dear mother,” Aegon added sarcastically.

Aemond caught Lucia’s eye as she tried to stifle a small smile.

“Rhaenyra is with child again,” the King said, “I do so desire a granddaughter.”

His mother pursed her lips. “You have a granddaughter, dear husband.”

“And perhaps I desire more.”

Aemond watched Lucia as she toyed with her duck breast, tearing apart the meat but never putting it near her mouth. He had watched her rather closely over the last five years, as her life had become a well rehearsed act, feigning smiles and indifference when she needed to, but he always saw right through her.

When Aegon glanced at her, she kept her gaze down and tightened the grip on her fork.

“I might ask Helaena to stay a while longer in the capital,” the Queen said, “so we might spend some more time with our grandchild.”

“Do you presume the presence of my sister’s babe will offer us some encouragement?” Aegon sneered.

The table paused. No one dared to breathe, except Aegon, who took a long draw from his cup and finished it with a gasp of satisfaction. He glanced around at the bewildered faces of his family. “Is something the matter?”

Aemond kept his eye fixed on Lucia as she drew her lip between her teeth. Her cheeks glistened in the low candlelight as tears began streaming from her eyes. She stood quickly and calmly, and was out of the room before Alicent could even utter a single word.

The room fell to silence.

Until Aegon decided otherwise. “Do you think I upset her?”

Aemond made a point of hitting his fist against the table as he followed her.

She was in the corridor, standing with her back against the wall and her hands clasped behind her. At the sound of a single footstep her eyes darted to him.

He came to stand before her. Her cheeks and eyelashes were still damp, but she had stopped crying.

The Queen’s furious shouts began to bleed into the corridor.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Lucia nodded.

He offered his hand. “I’ll walk you to your chambers.”

She looked up at him with those wide and glistening eyes as she placed her hand in his. His heart ached to feel her skin, their fingers curling over each other, his thumb settling against her knuckles. She felt cold, but he would have been content to stay within her hold, as long as she would allow him to.

She stayed close as he led her through the stillness of the Red Keep, her skirt brushing against his leg with every stride.

Ser Arryk Cargyll waited outside her chambers, and she slipped from his grasp as easily as she had accepted it. She stopped as the guard opened the door though, and turned back to Aemond. “Would you stay with me?”

Aemond held his breath, hoping neither she or Ser Arryk would somehow notice his heart drumming furiously in his chest.

“Not for long,” she added, “but I wish to speak with you.”

“Of course,” he said, and followed her inside.

The Princess’ chambers were not entirely unfamiliar to him. With Aegon’s elusive nature and Helaena and Daeron’s absences, it only felt natural that he and Lucia often found themselves in each other’s company. She enjoyed the library as much as he did and as she had developed interests in riding on horseback and marksmanship, he was all too happy to entertain her. Her chambers were not a place he visited often, not unless he wished to return a book, or take her on a walk through the gardens before dinner.

The room was immaculate, and it smelled like her, bittersweet and warm.

She stood before the fireplace. The glow of the flames flickered across her face and caught the faint strands of gold in her dark hair.

“Aegon will not give me children,” she said.

He kept his expression soft. “What makes you think that?”

With every word she spoke, the gentle facade began to fade, the light and shadows of the fire only added to the look of fury on her face. “He knows a lack of an heir undermines his position. He will happily fuck whores and sire bastards but he will not fulfil his duty to me, his wife. He is a coward.”

Gods, she was beautiful when she was furious.

Her lip was still red and swollen. Before he knew it his thumb was against it again, hypnotised by the way her lip moved under his touch. His eye drifted up to hers. “On that much we can agree,” he muttered.

She took a slow step into him, bringing her hand around his wrist, gently pulling him away.

His heart stopped. Perhaps he had overstepped a line.

But she leaned in further, until their noses touched and all he could see was her. He felt her other hand settle against his jaw on his blind side. She leaned in further still, and pressed her lips into his.

He froze for a moment, but as her lips moved over his, he found himself unable to tame his impulse, the impulse that he’d been fighting for little less than five years. He allowed himself to melt into her softness, her warmth, the bittersweetness and the sharp taste of her tongue.

His hand snaked down to her waist, and only when he squeezed her flesh through her gown did he realise what he was doing.

He knew what he should do. He should leave her, lock himself in his chambers and forget her. Forget her smile, her wit, the way his heart felt brighter when he watched her dance, the way he craved her sparse touches and her eyes finding him across the chaos of a crowded room.

Everything about her was perfect, his brother’s wife.

In his hesitation he retreated slightly. He could hardly think, hardly breathe…

And her voice cut through the fog of doubt in his mind. “You could help me.”

“How so?”

Keeping her hand on his jaw, she brought the other to trace the highest silver buckle on his jerkin. Her thumb stroked against his cheek, featherlight over his scar.

And suddenly he understood.

He clamped his hand over hers. “It would be treason, Lucia.”

Her eyes were longing, pleading. “No one would need know,” she whispered, “there would be no question of parentage.”

His heart felt heavy. It would be a complete and utter betrayal of his family, not just Aegon, but his mother, his grandsire, and a risk to everything. They’d be no better than Rhaenyra, trying to pass a bastard off as an heir, and yet, there would not be much room for doubt, so long as the child had silver hair.

But suppose he gave in, bent to the will of those pretty eyes and perfect lips, only to stand aside for Aegon to claim what he would never deserve.

He could feel himself on a knife’s edge, to stop, or to linger and let his desire consume him. He wasn’t sure what scared him more.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me,” he breathed, but with every moment he felt himself leaning deeper into her touch.

“Aemond,” she said his name like a spell and brought their foreheads to rest against each other. “There is hardly an aspect of my life which is under my control. If I should have some choice in this matter, then I would choose you.”

“Over him?”

Her breath echoed over his skin as she whispered, “above all else.”

His grip of her waist tightened, noticing the way her breath hitched as he traced his thumb over the fabric of her gown.

“Aemond,” she whispered, bringing her lips to the corner of his mouth, “I want this, please.”

He caught her lips between his, kissing her with all the want he had spent years trying to suppress.

His sudden urgency seemed to take her off guard but she met his efforts with just as much fervour, now with both hands cupping his face and fingers teasing over the soft skin of his neck, pulling him in further and further.

Lucia began to groan, falling into him arms and grinding her body against his.

He pulled away and took her hands in his. “Patience, Princess,” he hummed, and led her to stand at the foot of her bed.

Her eyes trailed over his jerkin while she ran her teeth over her lip.

“Turn around,” he ordered and she followed.

Cautiously but effortlessly, he undid the braid keeping her hair from her face. He ran his fingers through it, until he gathered it over her shoulder, exposing her neck to him.

He breathed in the bittersweet warmth as his hands traced over her body, over her torso, along the curves of her waist, the soft pouch of her stomach.

“Tell me,” he whispered, grazing his lips over her cheek, “how does my brother fuck you?”

“He doesn’t,” she uttered, watching his hands as they roamed, “he takes his pleasure in other ways, but never in such a way that would lead to a child.”

It was a dangerous confession to hear. If he wanted her before he was almost ravenous now, starved and fulfilled by every breathless gasp, every little twitch of movement in her body, desperate to feel her, claim her.

He hummed hungrily, and began to drag a hand further down, skimming over the fabric that covered her centre. “And would you like to be fucked, Princess?”

She nodded.

“I said–” he pressed his hand firmly between her legs– “would you like to be fucked?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, writhing and leaning against him at the friction, “please, I want you to fuck me.”

He smiled into her. How could he ever deny her when she asked so nicely?

His fingers traced over the laces of her bodice before he began to pull them apart, agonisingly slowly, but he relished the anticipation and the little hitches in her breath. Once it was off, he moved to the clasps and drawstrings of her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles.

He offered a hand so she could step out and went to lay her clothing over a chaise. When he turned back to her she had removed her shoes and stockings, left only in a corset and a linen shift.

He allowed his eye to rake shamelessly over her. He had never seen her in such a simple state, without the ornate gowns or the jewellery, her hair loose and tousled about her shoulders, the bare skin of her arms as she held her hands behind her back, her teeth running over her lip– a nervous habit, he realised, one that had somehow managed to evade his notice after all this time. He was the same with his hands.

He came closer and drew his fingers through the laces of the corset, while her eyes looked up to him. He made no protest as she reached up to slide off his eyepatch.

She looked between his violet eye and the sapphire, and smiled dreamily. “My beautiful Aemond.”

His heart was shattered and welded back together. Hers.

He watched her as she began to undo his belt and the buckles on his jerkin. Once it was off he pulled his undershirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. She traced her fingertips from his collar, over the hair of his sternum, the lines of his abs, until she let her fingers snag at the waist of his breeches–

He grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her to lie down against the mattress. “All in good time,” he promised with a glimmer of a smile. He released his hold of her wrists. “Keep your hands where they are.”

He dragged his hands down over her scarcely covered body, to gather the hem of her shift and bring it past her waist. He almost growled at the dampness of her small clothes, and pulled them from her legs, uncaring of where they fell. He gripped her thighs, prising her legs apart to reveal her glistening cunt to him.

He brought his thumb through her folds in slow, upward strokes, swiping over her bud just enough to make her squirm before he withdrew again.

“We can’t be too loud,” he whispered, “can you keep quiet for me?”

She hummed impatiently. “Yes, Aemond but oh–”

Her voice faded into a sweet moan as he licked through her. He liked the teasing, dragging his tongue to her entrance and savouring her taste before he moved up, flicking over her clit until her hips were moving against him. He pressed a wide palm over her stomach to keep her in place while he brought all of his attention to where she needed him most.

When he slipped a finger into her she groaned, pressing and biting at her lips to keep herself quiet, but her breath betrayed her pleasure, haggard and heavy.

He could already feel how tight she was, stroking slowly against her tender flesh while his tongue circled over her pearl. And through it she kept her hands in place, just as he had asked.

The hardness in his breeches was starting to strain now. He couldn’t wait to feel her around his cock, soft, wet and warm.

Her hips started to buck again and her cunt twitched around his finger.

“Are you going to come for me, Princess?” He muttered against her.

Her voice was breathless and hazy. “Yes… I want to, please… please…”

“Not too loud,” he muttered, pushing a second finger into her, “you don’t want your husband to find out, do you?”

She clasped her hand over her mouth, shaking her head as he pushed her further and further towards her high, until her body tensed at her release. He stifled his own moan against her flesh as she clenched around him.

She was utterly breathless, sprawled before him, drenched and dripping onto the mattress. He thought he could have kept her like this for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm from her, savouring the sound and the taste of her pleasure.

But he had already stayed long enough, and he had no intentions of giving the guard something to be suspicious of, especially not when his family had seen him chase after her from the dining room.

Another time, he promised himself. For now he knew what she needed.

He finally rid himself of his boots and his breeches, freeing his hard and weeping cock. With her wetness still on his fingers he began to stroke over himself.

She watched him with wide eyes and parted lips, coming to sit up with her palms behind her.

Suddenly he stopped. “We don’t have to,” he said quietly, “are you sure this is what you want–”

Lucia came to her knees before him, silencing him with a soft and gentle kiss to his lips. Her hand brushed down his front to replace his hand around his cock, sending white hot shocks of pleasure rippling through his body.

“I want you, Aemond.”

His restraint snapped. He tugged her shift up over her head and then his hands were everywhere, gripping at her breasts, her hips, her rear, while she continued to tug at his cock.

Somewhere in the mess of hunger and lust his mouth moved along her jaw, teeth, tongue and lips grazing over her skin. “Lie down.”

Lucia stared back at him, resting her hands against his chest.

“I said, lie down.”

The darkness of his voice had her shuffling back until her head fell against the pillows.

He came to kneel on the mattress and hovered over her, his silver hair falling around her face and brushing against her breasts. Finally he lifted one of her legs and hooked it around her waist, lining his tip against her entrance. “I’ll be gentle,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

With that he began to press into her. He immediately felt how resistant she was to him, even with her slick, but inch by inch, he buried himself into her.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, “so tight for me, my sweet girl.”

Her back arched against the mattress as her eyes fluttered close and her face began to twist.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said, his voice rough as he fought the urge to fuck her quickly, thoroughly. She’d suffered enough these last years married to his cretin of a brother, he wanted to be the end of it, he wanted her to feel safe and adored, as she should have always been.

She brought her arms around his neck and her other leg around his waist. “Deep,” she whined, “so deep… so good…”

“Open your eyes," he pleaded, "let me look at you."

She pulled her face from his neck and opened her eyes, those perfect eyes, as deep, dark and endless as the night sky, glazed slightly with tears of bliss.

He could feel her easing into his size now, and he was getting restless, still gentle, but pushing in and out at a heightening pace.

He’d been wondering what she might be like longer than he cared to admit, dreaming of having her skin against his, his name on her lips, clawing at the memory of her when he entertained his carnal desires with his cock in his hand. And now, holding her, fucking her, having her beneath him and begging for her pleasure was beyond what he could have ever imagined. He felt euphoria with every thrust in her, so tight, so perfect, so willing.

While one of her hands gripped the side of the pillow she lay against, he guided the other down between them. “Stroke that pretty clit for me,” he said, “I want to see you cum again.”

Her voice was a slur of moans and curses. “Please, Aemond, please.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he hummed, “my perfect girl, I’ll always give you what you need.”

She came with a pleading cry, milking him of his own release. He kept thrusting until he had spilled himself completely inside her, biting down on her shoulder to muffle the sound of his pleasure.

He pulled away to watch his seed drip from her twitching cunt before he dove in with his tongue again, pushing it back into her.

He felt her fingers in his hair and glanced back to her dazed expression. They stayed there for a moment, gazing once again into the eyes they each craved.

Until he crawled up the bed to lay beside her, pulling her into him, bodies intertwined under the bedsheets.

She traced a finger over his scar. She had never known him without it, never known the weak, naive child he was before Driftmark. “I used to be terrified of you,” she said.

He hummed a small laugh. “You hardly spoke to me for almost a year.”

“I always thought you were formidable, always absorbed in your studies or your training. That and the eyepatch.”

“It is better than what lies underneath.”

Her fingers came down to his cheek, turning him to face her. “No, I think I prefer you like this.”

He held her a little tighter. He knew he’d have to pull away, eventually, but for now he was content to have her in his arms, the girl who hadn’t cowered when he had finally shown her his scar. The girl with wide brown eyes, who looked upon him as he was, broken, marred, damaged, and had managed to find beauty.

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