#but i do think that i can be a bit too... arrogant?
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thinking about your boyfriend gojo satoru who starts floating every time you kiss him on the lips, and you finally have your first make out session with him.
gojo satoru x gn!reader, suggestive
âbaby, puh-leaseeeee!â
being gojoâs classmate-turned-friend-turned-partner, youâre pretty used to the sorcererâs occasional pouting ân whining, but you donât think youâve ever seen him so desperate before.
youâre in the confines of his dorm room, seated on his bed, facing each other with your legs crossed and knees brushing against his.
it had been like any other lazy afternoon with each other, munching on snacks after the completion of another easy mission when your boyfriend had suddenly grabbed ahold of your hands with a single proposal,
âwanna make out?â
he swears up and down that nothing wonky will happen to his cursed technique once his lips are on yours, but youâre not too sure about that.
you toy with his slender fingers absentmindedly, âi donât know, âtoru..â
âsweetheart, youâre telling me you havenât thought about us making out before?â he huffs and puffs like a kid who isnât able to stick his hand in the cookie jar, but then again, that sounds just like satoru.
âwhat? no. i mean- i guess i haveâŚâ you try to brush off the fact that youâre getting kinda.. flustered. heâs just so damn insistent about this.
of course youâve thought about kissing him more.. passionately. itâs just that you also have placed thought in how it might goâwith you two up in the air.
a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but itâs not one of those smug, arrogant ones he usually offers his opponents. itâs something more along the lines mirth and affection.
âsoooooooâŚ.â
you roll your eyes. âfine.â his eyes light up and before he can cheer, you add, âbut the second something goes wrong weâre stopping.â
âyeah, yeah,â he says, but itâs rushed and hurriedâexcited. admittedly, you are too, as he shuffles closer with a giddy grin.
his eyes are unwavering in their stare even as the corners crinkle up along with his grin, and it only serves to make you smile fondly in return.
unlike your very first kiss, gojo moves in before youâhe leans forward and captures your lips with his. the two of you have never kissed for longer than a few seconds, but then heâs suddenly angling his head to deepen it and your breath is stolen.
where the hell did he learn to kiss like this?
you have no time to gather your thoughts, rather going on instinct as you feel satoruâs hand come up to cradle the side of your face, swiping his thumb over your cheek with a tenderness that makes you melt further into his touch.
gojo makes out with you like heâs been waiting for forever to do this, which might not be so far from the truth. you return his enthusiam, fingers tangling with the snowy locks at his nape.
heâs a bit sloppy with it, but you hazily think thatâs a given since heâs never made out with anyone before and holy shitâyouâre actually making out with him.
itâs the loud sounds of wet lips smacking against each other, all hot ân heavy, that make you blush and feel warm all over.
gojo hasnât started floating yet, and you only know that because heâs leaning forward even more, crawling and invading your space until its no longer yours, and you have no choice to fall back onto the sheets.
his arms cage you in as he hovers over you now, and his lips leave yours for only a few fleeting moments before heâs kissing you fervently again.
everything is going okay (more than okay), satoru is still in control of his powers, youâre getting a lilâ breathless andâ
uh oh.
gojo pulls away only by a few centimeters, lips still brushing against yours, but you can feel his panic as his eyes widen and heâs pulling even further away.
you know you said youâd stop if his powers started getting out of control but youâd be damned if this stopped now, so you grab him by the collar of his shirt and shove him back, a yelp leaving his throat when you straddle his lap.
âthere,â you huff out, the edges of a smirk on your lips now that youâve found a little solution to gojoâs floating problem. you laugh a bit breathlessly, ânow you canât float away from me.â
with his cheeks flushed a pretty pink and his sky blue eyes wide, for once satoru looks like heâs at a loss for words as he blinks up at you. he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, âwell damn, babe, if i had known youâd be this forward i wouldâve done this a lot soo-â
you roll your eyes again with a slight grin. âshut up, âtoru.â
satoru grins too, but you make good on your words by pulling him by his shirt again to effectively shut him up with your lips.
(and, well.. letâs just say something else goes up whenever you make out with him.)
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#satoru x reader#satoru x you#gojo x reader fluff#gojo x you fluff#my writing#rainâs writing
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#mmm#like yes good#ive also loved the idea that the camera panned on Loki BECAUSE he was the loved one that Thor betrayed#or like the only loved one that Thor would care he betrayed#thor#thor 1 (via @galaxythreads)
I love this shot because both are true. We know about Loki's machinations, but his manipulation of Thor was just him putting the idea out there that Thor could still do his murder campaign without his dad's permission. Thor wasn't tricked into doing a massacre, that was what he wanted to do all along, Loki just makes him realise he could still do it!
The Shakespearean tragedy of it all for Thor is that this manipulation only works if Thor is exactly as dangerously arrogant and reckless a warmonger as Loki is convinced he is. Which is why Loki does it in the first place. I also feel like his immediate facepalm after Thor takes the bait makes it look like it was a test? Thor taking the bait proves Loki right. I don't think anyone's even looking at him when he does this:
Is he just that committed to the bit? Or was he hoping Thor would prove him wrong? Thor also then dismisses Loki trying to talk him out of it.
At this point, as far as Thor knows; Loki tried to talk him out of going in the first place, then tries to get them out without bloodshed, then Thor blows the genuine GIFT of retreat Laufey just handed them becuase someone calls him a princess and goes full murder rampage.
Loki is one of the loved ones Thor just betrayed. He almost got his brother and friends killed, and he didn't even notice when one of them was gravely injured. He ignored them desperately calling for him to stop and retreat. He put his own selfish desire to 'teach the Jotuns a lesson' (and seeming just pure enjoyment of enacting it) above the safety of his friends and his little brother.
(His little brother who, ironically, would also have been injured if he hadn't secretly been Jotun all along.)
And I think that dynamic is particularly relevant here too - the whole 'older sibling feels real or imagined duty to protect their younger sibling' - for Thor and Odin. It's a specific kind of betrayal to find out you cannot trust your oldest child with the most basic safety of your youngest.
For Odin as a parent (if we can call him that), this must read as your arrogant, violent oldest son dragging his pacifying-voice-of-reason little brother into a war you expressly forbade him from starting.
Obviously, out of the group that Thor took with him, Loki is the most important - to Odin (for cynical reasons at least) and to Thor. And yeah, Thor betrayed Odin by going against his ruling (technically treason??? how many times has treason been committed in these films.) - and basically all of Asgard by starting a war - but the camera focuses on Loki. Because their wildly co-dependent relationship is Thor's most important one, because Loki is his younger sibling, and because Thor would feel guiltiest for betraying Loki specifically.
But also, tragically, Loki is the impetus. He lit the match, got the ball rolling to prove Thor would betray them all (including him) in this way, in order to prove him unfit to be king. Loki is the instrument of his own hurts, he had to prove Thor would hurt him in order to prove Thor would hurt him.
Youâre unworthy!
#does that make sense#loki being the only person who knows everything going on here is extra tragic#sorry I just have a lot of strong feelings about this shot#also absolutely agree this scene is the impetus for his desperation to prove his loyalty#and also the moment he realises thor will kill him if he finds out he's jotun#whether or not that's actually true#so you know#just your basic beginning of the end#loki meta#thor 2011#thor#loki#odin#my meta
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Astarion was not a "corrupt" magistrate.
Hello again. Just more opinion about my favorite battle buddy. Warning, trigger words in use. Game spoilers.
It's not quite set in stone that Astarion really was a magistrate, but we are going to go with the idea he was for this thought pocket. Also this is just game as it is now info use.
I don't believe he was corrupt magistrate. There were a few things in the game that called that out, but one in particular really set it in stone for me.
His response to the Ansur lair puzzle regarding justice.
Astarion: âMercy?! Please. Justice should be a harsh lesson. All the better to deter the next vagabond.â
This makes me think he was a bit of a hard ass as a magistrate, but not corrupt. Had he been dealing dirty in the background I really feel like this answer would have been more dismissive or flippant. But he is pretty intent that this is his stance. Very, iv said this a thousand times, type feel.
I think, he was more of a by the book, law is law type. You murder and rape you swing from the gallows. You steal from a shop keeper, you do time. Period.
My theory is, he got beat up because he wasn't lenient with a member of the Gur that was on trial.
"Leniency?! You have been found guilty of negligence resulting in the death of a innocent! You are owed nothing!"
Could you hear it?
"But he talks about being hedonistic and indulgent all the time. "
Yes, but most patriar level citizens were spoiled entitled brats that did what they desired. Have you talked to some of them in the upper city? Yeeesh.
Was he arrogant? Most likely. Prejudice? Obviously (insert gnomes here). But being a haughty jerk does not make one evil.
Sex, nudity, orgies, parties, over indulging etc are not taboo in Faerun. If everybody is consenting to be being naked in a fountain, hopefully in a private villa garden, its not a crime. He talks about that like its a memory, but I like to think his wine drunk giggly ass was actually in that fountain.
If you want to have a little rabbit hole fun, break down the name. Faerun = Fae Run = Run by the Fae. And last I checked, fairies were always down for some naked in the water time. I mean, come on, you can go to pound town with a bear. (No offence, Halsin.) You think they are going to draw the line at how may wieners you can have in the same pot? I think not.
I think the criminal behavior came after he was turned. Cazador may have been targeting him, but not because they were involved. But maybe due to him looking like his old master Vellioth? And he took advantage of a situation. Who knows, lots of ideas there.
"But he's always getting onto Tav for doing the "right" thing."
Yup, Tav is being too trusting and getting too involved with other peoples problems. Why is this an issue for Astarion? Kindness was what got him entombed for a year. He cared about that sweet mans life and was severally punished for it. Its akin to being mauled by a dog and then watching people just reach out a pet every one they see. The anxiety of that attack is still there and it paints every encounter with its opinion. Danger.
"He's not smart enough."
Oh I bet he is. You can be whip smart at a subject and socially akward at the same time. I'm very good at my job. I know it inside and out and can give you any detail, rule, configuration at the drop of a hat in the most professional and proficient way possible. But ask me to be eloquent in a social situation? HA! You are better off asking a rock to fart. Unrelated.
"But he wants to ascend, and that's evil."
That is more about who is is after years of torment and abuse. Not before.
I think the rogue role was adopted to stay alive while hunting. And what a gods awful fate to be turned into the thing you hated the most. A criminal.
I'm sure Caz was real tickled by that. Expletive Adjective.
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âInternâ~ pt. 1 Max Verstappen x reader
Disclaimer: Reader doesnât have to be blonde! The images is just to show sheâs working for the team!
Warnings: degrading? Mean max.
Summary: The series follows Y/N, a fresh and slightly timid media intern for the Red Bull Racing team, who is thrown into the chaotic, high-stakes world of Formula 1. Her job quickly becomes challenging not only because of the high-pressure environment but because of Max Verstappen, the star driver with a talent for making her feel small and flustered. Maxâs arrogance and relentless teasing leave her feeling out of her depth, yet strangely captivated. Despite his condescending demeanor, thereâs an undeniable pull between them, a tension that seems to simmer just beneath the surface.
I sit quietly in the corner of the motorhome, tapping nervously on my phone as I check my messages. The whole atmosphere here is intimidating, even more so when Max Verstappen and Checo stroll in, laughing at some private joke. Their easy confidence is almost tangible, filling the room with a sense of belonging I can only hope to someday feel.
Maxâs eyes land on me for a split second, and I quickly look away, pretending to be engrossed in a message from my boss, Adam. I can feel my cheeks heat up just from that brief eye contact. Itâs silly, but heâs⌠well, heâs Max Verstappen. Thereâs something intimidating in the way he looks at people, like heâs sizing them up and finding them lacking. And, of course, Iâm not immune to his scrutiny.
The only time heâs spoken to me before, heâd made a throwaway comment that left me red-faced. He wasnât even trying to be meanâit just slipped out, something about me âlooking lost.â The memory of my blush and his faint smirk is still fresh, and I canât seem to shake it.
My phone buzzes with a message from Adam: Can you come to Meeting Room 3 ASAP?
With a deep breath, I make my way to the meeting room, hoping Adamâs request isnât something beyond my skill level. When I arrive, he looks a bit frazzled, glancing up from his stack of papers with an apologetic smile.
âY/N, I know youâre still new, and I havenât had the chance to train you properlyâŚâ he starts, running a hand through his hair. âBut weâre short-staffed this weekend, so I need you to help the media team cover for the missing people. Think youâre up for it?â
I swallow hard, my nerves tightening at the idea of being around Max and the rest of the drivers more than I already have been. But I donât want to let Adam down; heâs been nothing but encouraging since I started, always pushing me to do better, to learn more. Itâs why I like him so much as a boss.
âOf course, Adam,â I reply, nodding a little too enthusiastically. âWhat do you need me to do?â
He hands me a tablet and goes over the details. My main job will be to record the driversâ answers during interviews, ensuring we have accurate records. Iâll also assist Andrew with media release forms. Itâs straightforward, but the thought of messing up in front of Max makes my stomach churn.
Later in the day, Adam decides itâs time for a proper introduction. He drags me into the garage, where Max is leaning against one of the cars, arms folded as he talks with a mechanic. When he sees us approaching, he raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as if he already knows Iâm way out of my league.
âMax, this is Y/N,â Adam says cheerfully. âSheâs helping us out with the media coverage this weekend. Weâre a bit understaffed, so sheâll be shadowing you a lot.â
Max looks me up and down, his gaze almost clinical, as if heâs evaluating whether Iâll be a help or a hindrance. He smiles, but itâs the polite kindâthe one people give when theyâre forced to interact with someone they donât particularly care about.
âHi, Y/N,â he says, offering a brief nod. âSo, they havenât trained you yet, huh?â
My cheeks flush, and I look away, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Thereâs something so arrogant about him, the way he stands there, completely sure of himself. Why does he have to be like this? Heâs just a driver, after all. A very talented one, sure, but still just a person. But his energyâthe way he carries himselfâmakes it clear heâs used to people fawning over him.
âNot yet,â I reply, managing to keep my voice steady.
He just chuckles, clearly amused. âWell, Iâll break you in.â He says quietly enough for me to hear.
What? What did he just- I blink and smile at him.
A few hours later, weâre on our way to the media pen after qualifying. Iâm clutching the tablet tightly, going over my mental checklist to make sure I have everything. Just as we reach the interview area, I realize with a sickening jolt that Iâve left the team phone back in the motorhome.
I take a deep breath, feeling the embarrassment already creeping up my cheeks. âUm⌠Max?â I ask hesitantly, trying to keep my voice steady. âDo you mind waiting a minute?â
He looks at me, eyebrow raised, amusement flickering in his eyes. âYou forgot the phone, didnât you?â he says, not even bothering to hide his smirk. âLet me guessâyou didnât think youâd need it?â
I nod, my cheeks heating up further, and I try to apologize. âIâm sorry, it wonât take longââ
âOh, donât worry, intern,â he says, emphasizing the title like itâs an insult. âI know youâre new, but I figured youâd be a bit smarter than that. Or is this your way of making sure I remember your name?â
His tone is light, but the words sting. I try to laugh it off, but it comes out more like a nervous squeak. âItâs just⌠I thought I had everything.â
He leans closer, making me meet his gaze, his expression full of condescension. âDonât look so nervous. Iâm asking you a question,â he says slowly, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable I am.
âI⌠I know. I justââ
âDidnât think?â he cuts me off, chuckling to himself. âItâs fine. Go on, intern. Fetch the phone. Iâll wait here, seeing as youâre so eager to do a good job.â
I nod and practically sprint back to the motorhome, my mind racing. By the time I return with the phone, my cheeks are still burning, and I can tell from the look on his face that heâs pleased with himself.
During the interviews, I focus on recording Maxâs answers, refusing to make eye contact. I can feel him glancing at me every few moments, as if heâs waiting for me to make another mistake, something else he can latch onto. But I keep my head down, determined to finish this task without another hitch.
Later that day, Adam calls me aside, a slight frown on his face as he glances at a form in his hands. âY/N, I need Maxâs signature on this media release form. Looks like you forgot to get it earlier.â
I feel my heart sink. Another mistake. Another opportunity for Max to remind me just how out of place I am here. Swallowing my pride, I head to his driverâs room, my hands shaking slightly as I knock on the door.
âCome in,â he calls, sounding a bit exasperated.
I step inside, holding the form and pen. Heâs lounging on a chair, scrolling through his phone, barely sparing me a glance. âUm, Max⌠I just need you to sign this release form.â
He finally looks up, an infuriatingly smug smile on his face. âIntern, I thought we went over this,â he says, leaning back with a mock sigh. âDidnât I tell you earlier to get it all done at once?â
âI⌠Iâm sorry. I justââ
âForgot. Again,â he interrupts, looking like heâs thoroughly enjoying himself. âIs this going to be a habit with you? Or should I expect you to keep knocking on my door every five minutes?â
I can feel the embarrassment flooding my cheeks, but I hold out the paper and pen, refusing to let him see how much his words sting. âIt wonât happen again,â I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.
He takes the form from me, signing it with a flourish, but not before giving me one last smirk. âLetâs hope not. I donât have time to babysit, intern.â he says, clearly enjoying himself.
He doesnât hand the form back to me. Instead, he holds onto it, his fingers curling around the edges, teasing me as I reach out, waiting for him to relinquish it. But he makes no move to do so. His smirk only widens, and I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach.
âMaybe,â he begins, his tone dripping with mock thoughtfulness, âmaybe I shouldnât give it back to you. Maybe you should learn from your mistakes.â He pauses, watching as I grow visibly more uncomfortable under his scrutiny. And then, with a single, swift movement, he crumples the paper in his fist.
My mouth falls open in shock, and he raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased with himself.
âDo you need a babysitter, Y/N?â he taunts, his voice soft but laced with condescension. âIs that what youâre asking for? Because thatâs what it looks like to me. Someone to hold your hand, make sure you donât make any more silly mistakes.â
His words sting, each one hitting me like a small slap to my pride. I can feel frustration bubbling up inside me, the urge to snap back at him nearly overwhelming. But I bite my tongue, swallowing the retort building in my throat. I canât risk my job, no matter how badly I want to put him in his place.
Instead, I take a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. âNo⌠Iâm sorry,â I mumble, trying to keep any hint of annoyance out of my voice. It takes everything I have not to glare at him, but I keep my expression as neutral as possible.
Maxâs smirk only grows at my response. He seems to revel in my discomfort, enjoying every second of this little power play. He lets the crumpled paper fall from his hand, watching it drift to the floor near his feet. âIf youâre so sorry,â he says, gesturing to the paper on the ground, âthen pick it up and make it work. Iâm sure a little crease wonât stop an intern like you, right?â
I hesitate for a moment, the indignation flaring up again, but I bite it back. Heâs baiting me, waiting for me to snap so he has another reason to belittle me. So, without another word, I crouch down, reaching for the paper that lies just near his feet. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, that smug satisfaction radiating off him as I pick up the wrinkled form and straighten back up, clutching it tightly.
I want to say something, to tell him off, to make him realize how unbearable heâs being. But all I do is nod, the words caught in my throat as I straighten the paper as best I can. Max watches me, one eyebrow raised in clear amusement, a smirk playing on his lips.
âSay thank you,â he commands, his tone soft but dripping with authority.
I clench my jaw, every fiber of my being resisting the urge to roll my eyes. But I know better. I swallow my pride, forcing myself to look up at him, though the words feel heavy on my tongue. âThank you,â I say, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
He tilts his head, that smirk growing, clearly pleased by my forced gratitude. âSee you tomorrow, intern,â he says, his tone dismissive, as if Iâm nothing more than a minor inconvenience in his day.
Without another word, I turn and leave, clutching the wrinkled paper in my hand, his mocking gaze burning into my back as I step out of the room.
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Rainy here again to agree with you on your tags!
People definitely get very⌠Intense? About how very specific characters are portrayed by the fandom, regardless of how canon that portrayal may or may not be. I swear, itâs the same reason I interpret Error as such an asshole sometimes, in my own AUs- Iâd be much more open to him being a better person if people werenât so. Damn. Insistent. On him being the good guy and slandering Ink in the process.
If 404 is as hyped up as Errorâs alleged moral superiority is, then I can see why itâd annoy you so much⌠I donât actually know much about Alphatale and the characters, but it seems like something thatâd get to me, especially if itâs played in conjunction with making Ink out to be the bad guy.
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I'm gonna keep it real with all of you, I genuinely don't remember much about Alphatale. I remember bits and pieces, but I haven't actually checked the AU's canon in a while... both for Alphatale and Alphaverse. I don't even know what the difference between them is. All I know is that I care about 404 and sometimes the Astral Mother when her involvement is convenient for me, and that I feel like I'm entering an active minefield whenever I have to go to the wiki to check something.
Honestly, I do kinda understand why people can be so insistent about sticking to the canon. I do think knowing what's canon and what isn't is important! I'm not trying to downplay the canon or the work put into the AU. While I'm not the biggest fan of Alphatale/Alphaverse, I do think there's a lot of passion and care put into the project by its creator, and I admire that. I want to be like that, able to create and work on an ambitious AU project regardless of what people might think of it! I honestly don't have much serious beef with the AU, all of my irritation and dislike for it comes from people who try to pressure me into perfectly abiding by it. It's the same situation as my relationship with the FGOD concept: I don't hate it, I actually quite like the concept, but fans end up ruining it for me.
And before anyone says anything, yes I know, I shouldn't let other people ruin things for me. But after so long of the same stuff, it gets tiring. I feel like if I were to include 404 in something and then abide by Alphatale canon, it would be more limiting to my creative freedom than its inclusion is worth. My creative freedom- in my own AU- would be far too limited if I took every canon factor into consideration. And that's not fair to me, or to anyone who is trying to make an AU.
Because, see, people generally disregard the complete canon for characters like Ink, Error, and the twins on an almost daily basis. When you make an AU for Undertale, you kinda have to accept that people might interpret your characters differently and aren't guaranteed to stick to the canon details. That goes for anything in general, not just the Undertale community. But it especially applies if your AU/characters are very popular in such a big community. You don't have to agree with it, but you do have to accept that things like this will happen. Not just as a character creator, but as a fan of such works too, because I can guarantee that everyone has strayed from canon at least once. If everyone strictly abided by canon, I bet more than half of the Undertale community's content wouldn't exist. Hell, even Underverse- one of the most popular pieces right now- wouldn't exist because parts of it conflict with the characters' canons.
For example, Nightmare canonically cannot feel anything other than negative emotions. Dream cannot hate anyone, even the douchebag that he calls his brother. I believe it's canon that Ink doesn't remember tearing his soul apart, but I'm not 100% sure, I think I'm like 50/50 on that one. And yet, we don't always take these factors into consideration when making content.
AUs exist for fun. The whole point is to have fun with a bunch of different ideas. And when it stops being fun and feels more like a chore, where there's too many set-in-stone rules to follow based on what characters you include, then there's a problem. If we don't get shit for turning Ink into evil incarnate or wobbifying Error into the UwU-pocalypse that everyone hated, then why should people get shit for straying even the tiniest bit from 404's canon? I'm genuinely asking, what makes 404 so special compared to everyone else? What makes 404 above everyone else to the point where we aren't allowed to have even the smallest bit of fun with his character? What makes 404 the one where we have no choice but to follow every single aspect of canon?
I nerf 404 when I include him in stuff. I make him weaker than he is in canon. Why? Because it's convenient for me and fits my AUs. If I kept him as overpowered, untouchable, and unbeatable as he is in canon, then there's no point in including him at all. Because then he could either just solve the problem with a snap of his fingers or, in the situation where I have him as the villain, there's nothing that can be done. I change his character to fit into the AU because that's the only way his existence will work.
And I know what you're gonna say, "But Stargazer, you don't HAVE to include him!" yeah, you're right. But I also don't have to include Ink. I don't have to include Error, the twins, Reaper, CORE, etc. But I still do. Because I like their characters and it's fun. It's the same for 404- I like him and it's fun to use him in a story. Also, some parts of his canon just don't work with the AUs, such as him being Error's mentor. He's also just not as mysterious as some people seem to think he is... if we're taking all of canon into consideration, it's very likely that Ink knows he exists lmao, and it's not just some "I saw someone who looked like Error... but white!" (this sounded funnier in my head)
Also, just wanna mention this piece: Some of the canon with 404's character directly conflicts with the canon of other characters, such as Error, who canonically DOESN'T have a mentor, which makes it counterproductive and hypocritical to the argument of sticking to canon in the first place.
Anyway, I have a lot of feelings about 404 and I have a lot of passion. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to really communicate my thoughts in a way that's very coherent, so I'm sorry if I'm like. All over the place with this. There was more I wanted to say, I think, but I don't remember what it was. I also wanna give a quick shoutout to those people who comment stuff like "404's the strongest Sans" on stuff where he isn't involved or doesn't exist!!!
I guess the main takeaway from this would be that it is possible to be compliant with canon aspects while also having as much creative freedom as you want, and you shouldn't sacrifice your own enjoyment for your own AU just because of canon. AUs exist because people deviated from canon, so arguing that you absolutely have to abide by canon 100% is going against the very foundation of AUs. And abiding by one AU's canon 100% can interfere with the canon of another AU (for example, I believe Comyet confirmed that Canon Ink wouldn't do the X-Event, but Cross's canon requires Ink to do it, which is a direct conflict/contradiction of canon), so you may as well just have fun with doing whatever the hell you want.
Honestly, I've been pressured into just. Stopping some fanfics entirely because of people constantly leaving comments about my 404 portrayal not being 100% accurate to canon. Yet every other characters gets a free pass?? Erm... okay?? And if you leave comments like that, giving unwanted "corrections", I just have one question for you: Why? Literally why? What do you get from this? What motivates you do to this? And yes, I know I said one question, but I don't care.
Like I don't always like how FGOD stories/AUs portray Ink and/or Dream as villains, but do I leave comments preaching about canon or anything? No, I just stop reading it. I get nothing out of leaving that kind of comment except being an asshole, and I'd probably make the author feel bad. Which I don't want. Their work doesn't exist to cater to my wants and what I think is best, their work exists for THEM. Just like how my AUs and my work exist for me. Yeah, it's fun to share them with people and interacting with others because of them is a nice feeling, but at the end of the day, they only exist because I want them to.
I'm just gonna end it here. My head's starting to hurt and I'm worried that if I continue, I'm gonna get too passionate about my opinions and start sounding cocky or like a righteous ass.
#anonymous asks#i don't think it's necessarily bad that i'm passionate about this stuff and voice my opinions#but i do think that i can be a bit too... arrogant?#like sometimes i read what i say and worry that i come across with an âi'm better than youâ attitude#which i don't think i'm better than anyone#i don't think my opinions make me above anyone else#but i have problems with tone and how i come across#and i know it can be hard to interpret that stuff through a screen#i like to think i'm very open-minded and fluid when it comes to this stuff#but i feel like the way i word my thoughts comes across as being opinionated and tearing others down#maybe that's just my anxiety but#i guess i'm also just worried about hurting people's feelings#i care a lot about creative freedom and being able to make whatever we want with fiction#but i'm worried that care sometimes makes me look a certain way?#idk#that or i feel like i HAVE to defend my opinions and i can't just. have them#also if we're talking about straying from canon#then we can't ignore dadmare and found family bad sanses#that is the complete opposite of canon and you all know it#but we love it all the same#you can pry dadmare and wholesome dreamtale twins from my cold bloody dead fingers#damn i'm ranting in the tags again#is this gonna become a trend#i hope it doesn't i would hate that#does this count as a vent#i don't really know if it does#i try not to vent because i feel bad
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okay so now that iâve officially finished watching leverage i just want to say that maybe iâm obsessed with this show on multiple levels and something about how it hits so many itches in that itâs about found family and itâs about fucking over bad, rich guys (no billionaire bootlicking in this show! and i fucking love it) and itâs also about how sometimes the bad guys are the only good guys you get and itâs also about how we are all stronger together itâs about how at the start of this show, we have all of these characters who are largely used to working alone and being alone and yet the show concludes that ultimately, we are better when we are together and by being together, we might be able to leave something behind that is bigger and brighter for the next people in our generation and no man is an island and no person is meant to beat goliath on their own or whatever
#caroline talks#leverage#not to be like. emotional but.#i am emotional actually!#i'm just. i get emotional thinking about all of the characters#and just how complex they are#nate with his alcoholism and his rage against the world and how he's arrogant and angry and sad and yet i think he cares so much#he cares so much about his team even if he can be a bit of an ass#sophie who adopts a million personas at the blink of an eye and yet has her own loneliness about who actually knows her#parker who keeps herself closed off bc y'know trauma in the foster care system and yet she learns to express herself and trust people#eliot who resigns himself into thinking that he's a monster and yet he starts to do some good and just. winds up protecting everyone in his#new family which. MAN i can't express enough how much that storyline means to me too#like when is a monster not a monster? / oh when you love it or whatever#and then there's hardison who's so incredibly bright and warm and can talk his way out of most situations#and then he hits a wall when all that brightness and wit and intelligence still might not get him out of a scary situation#and that's. that's when he needs people too. that's when he needs his team#and like. there are so many important points in this show#but like one of the ones i like to think about.#is just like. that you could be incredibly good at whatever it is you do#but you need people. you need a team. you need to trust others and together you can do amazing things#individually they're great#but together they're unstoppable and i think about that a lot#no man is an island and it takes a village or whatever!#also unrelated but i also find it a little funny (i'm sorry) that i finished leverage literally the night the implosion news came out
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if you were to summarise sirius' personality and character traits, how would you do it?
hi hi hi! so sorry for long this took but okay, so, letâs do this.
so, his CORE trait for me will always be loyalty, hands down. i once waxed poetic about siriusâ devotion to the potters to my friends for like, half an hour straight (one of them actually teared up). the way he talks about james even after so many years, how his first instinct is always to look out for harry, how everyone talked about him & j even when they believed he was the traitorâall of it just really drives home how he gives all of himself to someone when he decides to. if someoneâs his person then heâll do whatever it takes for them (if youâre not, tho? ur lucky if u even get a look in ur direction)
heâs also very competent. he was probably brought up as a pampered heir, with access to all the resources his little heart desired, so coupled w his innate ability/potential/aptitude, it becomes a deadly combination. he uses logic to work through things, prides himself on his intelligence, and probably wouldnât like hanging out with people who canât atleast match him in some sense (so laziness/incompetence grates badly).
as a corollary, heâs also pretty arrogant, in that casual sense that old money people are ykwim? heâs had the world on a silver platter his entire life, and even when heâs cut off from it, itâs still a part of him. thereâs also the fact that heâs got a lot going for himâlooks, power, smarts wiseâand that just adds to it. so it can be off putting or it can be hot or both, but he has a superiority complex and he doesnât exactly hide it. less interaction with the plebs, the better for him.
irreverence and dark humor!!! sirius copes using morbid jokes and making people uncomfortable; he has slight control issues and this way, he makes sure everyoneâs always on their toes. itâs also like,,,a way to kind of gauge how others will react to him based on how they deal w his humor. bc heâs not sunshine and roses, right? and he doesnât want anyone treating him like it or expecting him to be so. and in a way, their reactions to his jokes correlated to their degree of acceptance for him.
intense. when it comes to things he likes, heâs very passionate about it, almost with a single minded focus. and it can get A Lot. he operates in a lot of extremes, right? so either 0 or 100 and this comes across in the way he interacts with people, the level of interest he shows to things, and how much effort he puts in, if itâs His Thing, then he wonât leave a stone unturned but if he doesnât care? then he will not give a single shit
soooo, these are some of the things i very strongly believe in for sirius đ tell me what u think? (and as always, @artemisia-black has some great metas on siriusâ character so iâd recommend checking those out for sure!)
#sirius black#tumblr has been difficult lately đ#bc iâve been travelling for stuff and thereâs so much work piling up and i have a lot to do#esp this week#i havenât been able to write anything in so long#but i love asks like this!!!#theyâre fun and low pressure and let me talk at length about my boys#without punctuation at that lol#also controversial opinion: but i think a part of sirius always knew that if he caved he would get the silver platter back#like his family was probably v desperate to get their perfect heir & son back yeah?#and if sirius really REALLY needs to he can go back to it#except heâll have to give up parts of himself for it and he wonât do that#but the knowledge that itâs not fully irreversible probably added to his arrogance a bit too#the knowledge that heâs not fully alone#if that makes sense? feel like i didnât explain that well#i feel like a lot of this is just. hcs and conjecture but let it go yeah?#i donât have a strong enough grip of canon togo that route#and in any caseâi cherry-pick canon and only take what i like form it#from*#sirius is anyway a character of my heart first#penâs asks
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The reason timtam is superior is bc thereâs no way to ship that and not realize how pathetic and lame tim is
#as always#I like canon asshole tim whoâs a bit too arrogant for his own good#and he thinks heâs being forced into positions where he has to take drastic measures when literally everybody is telling him no#the issue is that yâall think heâs actually being forced into said positions and react as if everyone is responsible for controlling him#as if they fucking can thatâs like the point#his stubbornness is supposed to be one of his best traits but yâall act like he has no choice but to do what he does and that ruins it#NO#it was batshit crazy to go and be Robin like that#it was stupid to keep backtalking Jason as he was getting beat#it was insane to go after Bruce without taking any measures besides telling dick about a hunch#thatâs the cool part#itâs not cool that yâall act like ppl reacting realistically to these scenarios is some big sad sobfest that Tim can barely handle#anyways enough tim positivity#Tam sees crazy shit happening and knows she should mind her business#no she really truly honestly does she swears#âŚ.but itâs kind of exciting right?#THATS WHY I LOVE HER#she gets dragged along to do stupid shit but will not actively leave when she gets the chance#BUT she will make it known that she thinks whatever is happening is stupid#she WILL bitch and complain about everything whilst actively participating anyways#if she had half a penny for everytime someone said some variation of âwhy are you even hereâ or âok just leave themâ#sheâd be twice as rich as Lex Luthor himself#god I love tam#I love the foxfam bring them back#omg au where foxfam adopts Duke and Damian#WAIIIIT#omg I donât know my moots name#MY FAVE TOXIC DAMIAN STAN#THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW SOMEONE SHOULD LOOK AT HOW FUCKED UP DAMIAN IS BEING TREATED AND BE LIKE âur not an asshole ur traumatizedâ#FOXFAM! omg Iâm stuck between luke and tiff. OR EVEN JACE?? Omg itâd be crazy if it was Lucius. making a post rn I swear omg
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difficult person test.
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#ę ⪠đ´đđđ âŤâcharacterization#honestly this makes a little bit of sense#mona is a very proud person and that at times it can be misconstrued as arrogance#but at the same time she is quite arrogant ngl#but i think that arrogance is warranted due to her skills#and i think that attributes to how she's someone who can be somewhat difficult to get along with#because of her precognition she gets insight on certain aspects of people that others normally might not be privy to#so conversations might be jarring when she brings it up into casual conversation#there are times when she doesn't do it purposefully...but there are times when she does do it as a means to an end lol#as someone who is a pursuer of the truth mona refuses to lie when it comes to astrology too#so those in seek of their destiny might end up with some bitter pills to swallow#mona will never sully her craft just to make someone feel better so that's definitely where her being callous comes from fr#yeah mona is difficult to get along with if you can't roll with her punches. she should come with a warning sign attached ¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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â THE WAY I LOVED YOU
pairing: theodore nott x reader
summary: in which theodore nott will do anything to get you to go out with him, but youâre just as stubborn rejecting him
warnings: swearing, kissing, dangerous stunts and theo being stupid (ryan gosling in the notebook style), unedited since i wrote this in the middle of the night on no sleep again lol. enemies to lovers if you squint a bit
authorâs note: since everyone loves theo iâll pretend this isnât just for my own selfish needs <3 (especially the notebook reference) also surprise surprise mc is a gryffindor as always, youâd never know i was a slytherin my bad guys⌠as always let me know what u think! enjoy, angels đ
The first time Theodore Nott asks you out, you spill a pot of ink directly into his lap.
Itâs not like you meant to do it. But when thereâs a Transfiguration worksheet to be getting on with, the Slytherin boy seated next to you by Professor McGonagall asking you out would surely take anyone by surprise.
The second you twist in your seat to look at him in shock, your arm slides the pot right off the desk and directly onto his grey trousers, instantly staining them with the black liquid before you have a chance to speak.
Your hands fly to your mouth to stifle your gasp and you look up at him, anticipating an angry glare in return. Instead, he looks mildly surprised at the ever-growing stain on his crotch, but mostly⌠amused?
âA simple ânoâ would have sufficed, darling,â he says, raising an eyebrow and suppressing a smile.
You begin stuttering out an apology and scrambling for your wand to wave away the stain before you can do something stupid like attempting to rub it off with your sleeve. Your cheeks instantly heat up at the humiliating image now plaguing your mind and you barely contain a sigh of relief when you realise the lesson has finished.
Itâs a miracle your shoes havenât left scuff marks on the ground in a cartoonish trail with the speed at which you leave the classroom. Godric knows why Theo Nott of all people wants to ask you out, but since it canât possibly be for any good reason, youâd rather not think about it too much. This, however, isnât helped by Hermione pestering you about why you look so flustered for the entire walk to the Charms classroom.
Twenty minutes later, her attention is finally diverted. On the other hand, itâs because sheâs berating you for accidentally burning the end of her left eyebrow off with a charm gone wrong.
The second time Theo asks you out, there are thankfully no ink pots around.
âHey,â he whispers from behind you, making you jump within an inch of your life despite his low volume. You swivel in your chair to glare at him, incredulous. Seeing that heâs startled you, Theo grins. âSorry. What are you doing?â
âBaking a cake,â you deadpan, once your heart has started beating at a normal pace again. Holding up your Potions book, you feel the annoyance start to seep in when Theo continues looking at you, undeterred. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â
Apparently unfazed by your sarcasm, he drags out the chair next to you and spins it around to sit on it backwards. Settling his arms on top of the backrest, Theo rests his chin on them to look at you. âYou never did answer my question.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you mumble, eyes scanning the page in front of you but taking in nothing. âIf youâll excuse me, I have to study-â
âAre you going to make me ask you again?â he sighs. You panic a little at his bluntness and continue pretending to read, not knowing what else to do. Theo takes your silence as encouragement and shuffles his chair closer to your own. âGo out with me.â
The arrogance practically drips off his voice, and the pit of anxiety in your stomach immediately turns into irritation instead. âNo,â you grit out, slamming your potions book shut to scowl at him. âAnd I donât hear you asking anything.â
âOkay,â Theo says slowly, nodding as though he understands. Itâs clear that he doesnât though, because the next words out of his mouth have you stunned. âPlease, oh please, will you do me the absolute greatest honour of going out with me?â
âMerlin,â you exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. Dropping your hands into your lap, you see no solution other than gathering your things to return to the common room. âYouâre having me onâŚâ
âI can assure you, Iâm not,â Theo says quickly, stopping you from leaving by gently grabbing your elbow. You stop in your movements to catch him looking more unsure than youâve ever seen, and youâve never been more perplexed. âIâm completely serious right now. Go out with me?â
âWh- I donât even-â you sigh, cutting your senseless muttering off to cross your arms over your textbook. âWhatever happened to a simple ânoâ sufficing, darling? Arenât there a million other girls for you to go and pester? Godric knows youâve got an entourage following you half the- What are you looking at?â
Amazingly, Theoâs expression has lost all trace of vulnerability and now displays a slightly faraway look, his signature lazy grin in full effect. âSorry, I didnât hear a word after you called me âdarlingâ.â
Resisting the urge to hit him over the head with your textbook, you take a deep breath and grasp the potential weapon tighter in your hands before speaking. âAs hard as it is for me to believe that girls actually fall for this rubbish, your history with them shows that they do. Donât think for a second, Iâm going to let you use me like they do.â
Theo considers your words for a few seconds, mulling them over as carefully as though heâs trying to solve a brain teaser. Eventually, he seems to come to a satisfying conclusion, because he tucks his hands into the pockets of his trousers and tilts his head. âSo you need me to prove Iâm serious about this⌠and then youâll say yes?â
âOh, for the love of-â Huffing, you turn on your heal without saying another word and storm out of the library. Theo doesnât follow you, allowing you to clear your head and think about the incredibly odd interaction.
Youâre climbing through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room when you realise you never actually refuted Theo and his theory to make you go out with him. Whether or not it was on purpose, you canât quite decide.
Over the next few weeks, you start wishing you had stopped Theo before he could start trying to prove himself to you.
You canât go a single day without the question of going out with him popping up. Much to your bewilderment, it isnât always him asking. Sometimes itâs his friends, sometimes itâs students at the Gryffindor table who are sick of the multiple owls every morning flocking to your table with a note in their beaks. Sometimes itâs even your friends.
âI mean, really,â Hermione says at breakfast, huffy as always when reprimanding someone. âItâd be benefiting everyone if you just went out with him. Why donât you, anyway?â
âHeâs a Slytherin,â Ron butts in, talking to Hermione as though heâs explaining something to a child. He takes a gigantic bite of his toast before speaking, his next words coming out muffled. âSurely thatâs reason enough.â
âNo, that isnât reason enough,â Hermione says sternly, furrowing her brows. âA good reason would have been all the girls heâs always with. Of course, thatâs flown out the window recently. Heâs also never given them as much attention now that I think about it.â
âHeâs definitely not the worst of the group either,â Harry adds, leaning in as nosily as Ron. âNot like weâre talking about MalfoyâŚâ
âDonât you two have Quidditch tactics to be discussing?â you snap, exhausted by the subject already. The two boys hold up their hands in surrender, before shuffling down the bench. Whether thatâs to be closer to the Quidditch team, or to get away from you before you start throwing hexes - you arenât certain.
The fact youâre awake early in the morning on a Saturday isnât helping your sour mood, and the Quidditch match being between Gryffindor and Slytherin only adds to this.
âWeâd better go and get a good seat at the front, so we arenât on our tiptoes for the whole game like last time,â Hermione says, already sliding off the bench. You give your cup of coffee one last longing look before you allow yourself to be dragged away.
You havenât even made it onto the Quidditch pitch before youâre already wishing for that cup of coffee to give you strength, because you find none other than Theo standing outside the Great Hall in his green and silver Quidditch robes.
As soon as he spots you, Theo plasters on that charming smile of his and opens his mouth, no doubt to ask you if you could talk privately.
Hermione interjects before he gets the chance. âDonât bother, Iâm leaving.â She simply sighs when you look at her, betrayed. âHeâd have convinced you anyway! Iâll save you a seat.â
You watch her leave, helplessly before turning to Theo and crossing your arms. âYes?â
âI have a proposition for you,â he says simply, getting to the point. The proposition has, without a doubt, got something to do with you and him and a trip to Hogsmeade, but you gesture for him to continue nonetheless. You canât deny itâs been entertaining watching Theo come up with new ways to ask you out these past few weeks. âIâll throw the match and let your lot win if you go out with me.â
This startles a laugh out of you, something between a chortle and a gasp. âOh, you cheeky bastard,â you exclaim, but you canât help grinning. That was quite possibly the last thing you expected him to say. âFirst of all, I think my lot is perfectly capable of winning on their own. And secondly⌠as funny as it would be, Iâd rather not have your death and Malfoyâs subsequent imprisonment in Azkaban be on my conscience.â
You only realise just how wide your smile is when it starts to fade under Theoâs unwavering gaze. His lips twitch up into a smile and you immediately frown as an automatic response. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âYouâre bantering with me,â Theo says, grinning as though heâs extremely pleased with himself. You realise with a jolt, that yes you were bantering. âOne step closer to agreeing to go out with me.â
âThatâs not happening,â you protest, but it sounds fairly weak, even to you. âLike I keep telling you, Iâm not going to be one of those girls.â
Theo shrugs. âAnd I think you already know youâre not one of those girls. Itâs fine, I can wait.â
The relaxed manner in which he says this has you flabbergasted to say the least. Truthfully, you arenât completely sure why you havenât just agreed at this point. No one in the whole school is used to witnessing such extravagant displays from Theodore Nott, so youâve accepted the fact youâre an outlier in this particular subject area. Youâre starting to think Hermioneâs right, and itâs pure stubbornness thatâs keeping you going.
âYouâll be waiting a long time then,â you say, giving Theo a bland smile.
âNah,â is all he says, the smile still gracing his unperturbed face. âKeep an eye out for me in the Quidditch stands.â
Theo winks at you before walking away in the direction of the pitch and you linger in the castle for a good few minutes before snapping out of it and walking in the same direction.
You find Hermione quickly at the front of the Gryffindor stand and youâre about to ask how long until the game starts when Lee Jordanâs voice begins to boom from the commentator stand.
âStrong start for Gryffindor with Katie Bell taking the Quaffle and- nope, Vaiseyâs taken it and passed it onto Urquhart, his fellow Chaser and the new Slytherin captain.â Youâre thankful for Leeâs commentary as itâs easy to follow and you probably wouldnât have a clue if it werenât for him. Surprisingly, he keeps it professional enough for a while. âGinny Weasley tries to take the Quaffle after a near hit there to Urquhart, thanks to new Gryffindor Beater Jimmy Peakes and that very solid Bludger over there. Unfortunately, he missed-â
âJORDAN.â
âSorry, Professor McGonagall, I meant fortunately. Slytherin Chaser Mattheo Riddle now has the Quaffle and seems to be aiming to score and- oops! Heâs missed, thanks to Gryffindor Keeper Ron Weasley. Good on you, Weasley,â Lee says, unable to be impartial as shown by McGonagallâs glare. âAs for the Slytherin Keeper, Nott seems to be distracted by something in the Gryffindor stands. Or should I say someone.â
Laughter echoes in every stand, much to your utter humiliation and some people even start whooping and cheering in your direction. Theoâs antics are common knowledge at this point, but it doesnât make the laughter any less embarrassing. You try and maintain a shred of dignity by standing still and glaring as hard as you can at Theo. Horrifyingly, he starts to fly in your direction.
Lee looks at McGonagall before speaking, but she merely shrugs helplessly, looking flustered herself. âEr, well it seems Slytherin are open for Gryffindor to score. No one seems to be taking advantage, however, as I think I can speak for everyone when I say we want to know whatâs going on with Nott and Y/N.â
Glancing at the others, you realise Lee is right and all the players are hovering in place, making no move to continue the game. They look partly confused, but mostly nosy.
Theo stops just outside the Gryffindor stand, his attention focused wholly on you. You raise both eyebrows in question, waiting for him to speak. âGo out with me.â
âUnfortunately, I canât quite hear what Nott is saying, but I think we can all guess heâs asking her out again,â Lee says, causing a few more cheers and even a couple groans. âTake the hint, mate.â
âTheo, get back to the game!â you hiss, wrapping your arms around you as if itâll shield you from everyoneâs eyes. âYouâre embarrassing m- What the fuck are you doing!â
Theo swings a leg over the side of his broomstick so that heâs sitting completely facing you, legs dangling dangerously off one side. Lee sits up a little in his booth and McGonagall looks positively horrified. âFor unknown reasons, Nott is balancing precariously in a position no Quidditch player wants to- Merlin, heâs hanging off his broomstick!â
Everyone in the crowd screams and shouts when Theo slips off his broomstick, but they quieten down and watch with fright when they see heâs still holding on with both hands. You think youâre going to faint.
âTheo,â you plead, with the same voice youâd use to coax a bloody kitten out of a tree. âGet back on your broomstick. Please.â
âOnly if you go out with me,â Theo says, eyes determined despite breathing a little heavier. The broomstick is thin and despite his strength, itâd be hard for anyone to maintain a grip for long. âSay youâll go out with me and Iâll get back on.â
âJust say it!â Hermione grabs you by the shoulder to shake you.
Professor McGonagall seems to have shaken out of her previous daze and begins scrambling around for her wand while Lee narrows his eyes to better assess the situation. âGodric, Y/N. Just say âyesâ and end everyoneâs misery already.â
âButâŚâ you trail off, hands shaking as you keep your eyes on Theoâs white knuckles still gripping the broom. âI donât want to encourage this stupid behaviour.â
Theo rolls his eyes as though he canât believe youâre still objecting. He shakes his head at you, though his chest is shaking with laughter. âGo out with me, and I swear Iâll never do anything stupid again. Fucking hell, Iâll quit Quidditch altogether if you want.â
You open your mouth to say something, youâre not sure what, but before you can get a word out, Seamus Finnigan pipes up from beside you. âPersonally, I say let him fall off the bloody thing.â
Tutting, you turn to Theo just to find the idiot raising an eyebrow challengingly. His left hand begins to loosen on the broomstick, deliberately.
âTheo, donât you dare.â
He drops his left hand completely and you scream, the noise drowned out by everyone elseâs yells.
âOKAY!â you yelp, heart in throat as you watch Theo dangling from his broomstick with one hand, clearly struggling. âOkay, Iâll go out with you, you stubborn idiot!â
The Gryffindors that hear you, begin to cheer, setting off the other houses and once McGonagall sees Theo begin to pull himself up on his broomstick, she visibly relaxes, slumping in her seat as she clutches her chest. Lee soon gets the message. âFinally, after a good month of watching Nott pine pathetically, Y/N has agreed to go out with the poor bast- Er, beggar. Sorry, Professor. By the way Nott, youâve got detention for a week.â
Now sitting normally on his broomstick, Theo grins at you like the cheeky bastard that he is, with elation clear as day on his face. You struggle to fight off your own grin and you can tell by his expression youâre not doing a very good job at it. âPull something like that again and Iâll push you off your broomstick myself,â you warn him, though it lacks any real threat. You were more worried than angry, and it definitely shows. âOkay?â
âNo more stupid behaviour,â Theo promises, sounding sincere as he nods, messy hair falling into his eyes. The wind blows it out of the way almost immediately and you find yourself wanting to do it with your fingers. âAfter this, though.â
You furrow your brows as Theo flies close enough to the Gryffindor stand to get off his broomstick and hop right into the crowd, landing next to you. Broomstick in hand, Theo doesnât take his eyes off you when he holds it out to Hermione. âIf you donât mind, Granger.â
Clearly baffled, Hermione gingerly takes the broomstick from him and watches the two of you, as enraptured as the rest of the school.
You face Theo properly, looking up at his eyes to see them glittering with pride and achievement. You tilt your head in question, wondering why he hasnât yet returned to the game.
Theo answers you by gripping your waist to pull you into a stupidly dramatic, dizzying, wonderful kiss. His lips are soft against your own and cold from the wind, but the shiver that runs down your spine has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the way Theo is pressed against you.
You could go on forever, but the cheers and claps and hollering around you remind you that youâre surrounded by all your peers and, Godric, your teachers.
Pulling away, you clear your throat and attempt to gain back some of your dignity by keeping a serious face. Theo attempts nothing of the sort as heâs still wearing a silly grin. You try and avoid his eyes for the sake of your nerves and you mutter the first thing that comes to mind. âErm, good luck then. I hope you win.â
This is the wrong thing to say surrounded by your fellow Gryffindors as a few of them boo at you.
Theo rolls his eyes at the dramatics, while you simply scowl, pointedly at Seamus who seems to have booâed the loudest. Hermione is beaming at you when she hands Theo back his broomstick, though she also gives a little frown directed at Seamus.
Getting back on his broomstick, Theo hovers near you outside the stand. You lower your voice to a whisper that only he can hear. âI still hope you win.â
Theo shrugs, looking more relaxed than youâve ever seen him during a Quidditch game. âIâve already won, darling.â
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Showerhead | mattheo riddle
summary: you thought you were alone in the bathroom when your wild thoughts took over you but you suddenly hear a second voice.. and its not inside your head.
warnings: masturbating for a sec, cursing, filthy DIRTY TALK, fingering, mattheo eating out reader, unprotected p in v, enemyxlover vibe, gryffindor!reader
notes: DAMN I'M BACK! I'm sorry but I had a HUGE writing block. Also: english is not my first language so pls let me know If there'S something I can correct :)
My day was unbelievable fucked. I woke up too late, got detention because i talked to my friends while Snape was teaching us something, i spilled my food over my clothes.. twice.. after that I fell from my broomstick at the quidditch training and now i sat with Hermione, Ron and Harry in the Great Hall eating.
âYo y/n can I copy your homework later? I got -" Ron startet but i interrupted him "Yeah yeah whatever.. guys Iâm gonna go to bed okay? See you after this." Hermione and me shared a room so I would see her later.
I rushed to our dorm, getting rid of my dirty clothes. God I needed a shower, now. I took my clothes, shower stuff and towels and started to walk towards one of the big bathrooms.
Because I wanted more privacy, I did go to one that not many students know about. Hermione once told me about it as she talked about Hogwarts in first grade.
As I walked inside, I checked If someoneâs here but I was alone. I took off my clothes and stood under one of the showers more in the corner and let the water run down my body. I sighed as I felt it on my skin, finally feeling more relaxed.
My thoughts started drifting after a while as my hands glided over my body. Damn my muscles are really sore. When was even the last time I had sex? I think it was like 3 months ago with a guy from Ravenclaw. He looked promising but merlin was I feeling disappointed after.
I couldnât even touch myself cause I was always around people, sharing rooms together and shit.
I bit my lip as I looked at that shower head above me. Nah I couldnât.. could I? Did I even have time? I mean I was in here already for like 20 minutes so I had to be in my room before curfew but god damn I was so desperate.
Oh fuck it â what is one more detention, right? I took the shower head, letting my other hand slowling wandering over my nipples. I whimpered slightly at the feeling, realising now how desperate I really was.
I took the shower head and put it where I needed it the most. My thoughts drifted again and I tried to think about someone but no face appeared until - fuck no, I canât think about him.. but before I could debate more with myself, his name left my lips.
"Fuck Mattheo.." my lips parted and my breathing got heavier. Merlin was I already about to cum? How pathetic, I didnât even touch myself properly but that kind of didnât matter as the next words left my mouth. "Shit.. please" i begged into the foggy air around me.
"Damn Princess.." My blood got cold and my body tensed to a point where I couldnât move. I swallowed as I opened my eyes and saw Mattheo Riddle standing right in front of me. The one whoâs name I just moaned.
I tried to hide my body behind my hands, a little too late. "Fuck Riddle what the hell are you doing here?!" I asked him angry. Once because I stood there completley naked and he didnât even tried not to look and second for my again â non existing orgasm.
He looked shamelessly over my body, scanning every inch of my skin. He had a towel hanging low on his hips, which didnt really helped the state i was in right now.
" I could ask you the same but I think I just heard what you did.." he smirked arrogant and looked at my face. "You know you could have just asked If you wanted my help."
I rolled my eyes at him as I took one of my towels from the side to hide my body but as I did I had to let go which leaded him to look at my breasts. I saw him licking his lips, looking up at my face again as I wrapped the towel around myself.
"Just because your name is Mattheo, doesnât mean I was thinking about you."
He grinned again, coming closer to me slowly. "Oh yeah? Then who did you mean?" I tried to think about an different Mattheo but there was no one in this school I knew with that name â besides him.
He just stood one inch away from me now, backing me into the shower again until my back hit the wall.
"Princess.. i know you did think about me, thereâs no shame in telling." I started nibbling on my bottom lip as a signal to being nervous. God he smelled so good and his face looked even more handsome now that the single drops of water fell onto his face from his still wet hair.
"And what If I was? Are you going to tell all your stupid little friends?" He chuckled "No.." his face came even closer now "just let me help you out with that." I swallowed down a clump in my troath as he said that. My pride was way too big for him to just come here and fuck me like that..right?
"Hell no I -" "Why not huh? I saw how desperate your little body looked as you just begged for more.. let me help you with that, Iâm gonna make you cum within the first minutes." Now his arrogant smile was back, his breath hitting my lips now.
"Yeah all of you boys say that, leaving me unsatisfied after." I huffed, looking away from his piercing eyes.
"Letâs make a deal little one.. Iâm gonna eat you out and If I donât make you cum within the, lets say: five minutes? Iâll leave and never bother you again.."
I looked at his lips while he was talking. They looked so soft and kissable â fuck was I really considering what he said? I mean heâs a Riddle and a stupid little fucker but maybe thatâs just what I needed right now. Stupid little Fucker named Mattheo Riddle.
"And what If you make me cum?" i looked up at his eyes again. He towered his head over mine grinning, coming down to my ear and whispered "..then youâre mine for the night." He smiled almost devilish and I know I shouldâve said no but damn 3 months were starting to get the best of me.
"Deal." It felt like as If I just signed up for the devil. His smile grew at my words and he pushed me against the wall this time, unwrapping the towel i just put on.
"Damn your body looks so good, just perfect for me to eat." Shivers went down my spine at his words right towards my - " I hope you know what you just got yourself into." Suddenly he took me by my hips, lifting me up against the wall again as I wrapped my legs around his hips.
"Itâs kind of unfair that you still have your towel on, donât you think?â "Oh donât worry princess, itâs coming off very soon."
He took one hand away from supporting my ass, to my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes, almost staring into my soul. He closed the gap between us, kissing me like no boy ever did before in my whole life. The kiss was passionate, heated and longing. Almost as If we would seperate, we couldnât breathe.
I felt the tip of his tounge slide over my bottom lip which made me moan slightly. He smiled against my lips and pressed himself harder against me.
I opened my mouth slowly, which he took as a opportunity to explore my mouth with his tounge fighting over control with mine.
He let go of my lips what almost costed me a whimper but I pressed my lips together. He took me by my hips again, lifting me higher until I sat on his shoulders, my eyes going wide. Damn I donât think I need 5 minutes.
"You ready?" he mumbled against my inner tight he started kissing softly with his wet lips. I just let out a deep breathe and nodded, putting my hands on his hair.
He started kissing higher up until his mouth was just an inch away from my pussy. "5 Minutes are alredy starting" I chocked out, but in reality I just wanted him so start.
I could feel him grinning like an little ass but these thoughts were thrown out of the window as his tounge touched my clit.
I held in my breathe for a second as he started to kitten lick my clit and massaging my tights with his hands. I buckled against his face but he was faster and backed away. I let out a desperate whine at the loss of contact.
"Beg me.." he told me looking up at me with his chocolate brown eyes. Shit who was I even to deny that? Now wasn��t really the moment for too much pride. "Please.." He raised his eyebrows " Please what?" "Please eat me out Mattheo, I need it - please.."
Satisfied with my answer he licked flat over my pussy, focusing on my clit again as he started to suck it. "Oh my-" my lips parted and my hands flew into his hair again, pressing his face deeper between my legs.
"Fuck that feels good" i moaned and arched my back off the wall as I felt something deep down in my stomach. Shit he didnât even do much but give my clit some attention - really good attention - and I was already close again.
I felt his hand going under my tight and his thumb being places on my clit. He moved his finger in circular motions, sliding his tounge to by entrance, fucking me with it.
"M-mattheo please!â shamelessly i bucked my hips and cried out his name.
"You close baby?" he asked, mumbling against my wet skin. I just nodded breathless until I felt a sharp and powerful feeling in my abdomen.
It completely crushed me. Everything around me went black for a few seconds and I couldnt hear anything. I just came so hard on Mattheoâs tounge that I didnât even realise where I was for a short moment.
I looked down on me, looking in Mattheoâs eyes, already looking at me. "You taste so good baby."
He slowly lets me down again but holds me as we both notice how weak my knees are. "Damn I didnt expect that.." i breathe out and look at his lips, still glistening from my juices.
"I think you lost our deal.." he grinned and startet slowly kissing my neck. I chuckle, nodding just slowly, thinking about how much I actually want him and not caring about the fact that I lost.
"..but you donât really seem to care huh." he grins and slowly rubs my back before turning me around so I faced the wall. "Hands on the wall baby." No matter what he said, I always heard him smiling. Smug little ass. "Spread your legs princess, that's it.. wider." My stomach twisted at his vulgar words, never ever did a boy talk to me like that.
I did as he said, spread my legs even wider while my hands touched the cold wall. "Hmm now arch your back for me."
I felt his hands slither around my waist down to my lover stomach. Every touch of his send shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I felt his breath against my ear, his lips kissing the shell of it as he murmurs with a deep voice. "I'm going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head." "Stop teasing me and do it!"
He chuckles darkly and I feel the tips of his fingers wandering slowly over my pussy. "Do you really think you're in a position to give orders?" Goosebumps.
As I didn't answer him he lightly brushed his finger over my clit, making me shiver again, while brushing soft kisses across my back.
"Please." I let out a whimper, arching my back just a little more and pushing my hips into his body. Then, I felt him at my entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against my clit, just where his fingers had been a second ago.
"Beg. Fucking let me hear how much you want this cock." he whispers into my ear, his hot breath hitting my ear. My whole body shudders and I can't help it but do as he tells me to.
"Mattheo please I need you. I need to feel you, I'll do anything." I feel myself almost crying from the frustration and arousal. "Good Girl." he groans before he slowly enters me. Fuck.
"Oh Shit baby, you feel so tight." Mattheo grunted shamelessly as my walls clenched around him. My breathing got heavy and I bite my bottom lip to hide my moans.
"Don't hold back." he commands and just so, I let my lip go and whimper out his name.
"Hmm just like that princess." He pushes further inside of me, groaning at the feeling. I feel so full of him, I can't think straight besides of him and how good he feels.
Abruptly he started moving his hips fast an hard against my ass, leaving my mouth hanging wide open. " Oh fuck, Mattheo!" I cried out at the sensation. His hand started to wander up and down my body, over my back, my stomach, my tits - playing with my nipples.
"What, you want gentle? Wrong fucking address." God where has he been all these months? It feels like he just fills that hole inside of me - literally.
I hear him panting behind me, not slowing down with the movement of his hips. "Shit I would've fucked you way sooner If knew you had such a tight little pussy, just waiting for me to come and fuck it sore."
I hiss as he takes my hair into his fist and yanks my head backwards so It would lay against his shoulder while my back is still arched and he presses me against him. My hands roam over his arm that holds me in the middle of my body and I close my eyes. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.
I felt him changing the angle of his hips a little and my eyes almost bulged out of my head. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, forgetting that someone could hear us, even tho not many know about this bathroom. "Fuck yes, I feel you clenching around me princess. Does that feel good hm?" he teases and bites my neck gently.
Words coiled inside my throat, coming out as broken sobs, telling him I'm wanting more. "You're still holding back, just let go."
So I screamed his name again, over and over again, until I felt a sharp pang in my stomach. His hand let go of my body, his second hand still in my hair. He grabbed the shower head and turned the pressure higher before he holded it right against my clit.
I was a whimpering and sobbing mess at this point, begging him to let me come. "Look at me. I wanna see you coming around my cock." He tugs at my hair and my eyes roll back to look into his, which gave me the rest I just needed to come.
Looking into his eyes made my walls clench around him again, leaving his mouth hanging wide open. "Shit.." he grunted and closed his eyes as his rhythm became more erratic. Just as I slowly came down from my high, I felt him pulling out of me and coming all over my back, spreading his hot cum.
"Fucking hell.." he breathed out and slowly let go of my hair and hanging the shower head back onto the wall after washing his cum off of my back. I turned around and looked up at him, smiling slightly.
"What? Did I fuck out all your negative energy?" he chuckled, pressing me against him again with one of his arms. I roll my eyes at his comment but still I couldn't hide my smile. "I have something for you.." he said, now he's smiling like a little devil.
I look at him confused which he answers me with his fingers in front of my mouth. I look down at them and gasp as I see his cum on them. "Come on, open up baby.." I didn't knew why but again I did as he said and parted my lips. He pushed his fingers inside my mouth and grins. "Suck them."
I started sucking on his fingers and swirling my tongue around them, tasting his salty cum. His eyes rolled back a little and I saw him shuddering for a moment. "Damn, you wanna suck my cock maybe?"
I did let go of them and chuckled as I pressed myself pass his body to wrap my towel around my wet body. " Maybe next time.."
"Oh so you wanna do this more often, huh?"
Oh and how we both didn't knew at that moment how often actually.
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can you do soft sukuna after an argument vegas for fluff pretty please i think we deserve it after all you've done to us
ŕťęą âË â MAYBE IâM THE PROBLEMďšâşĄ SUKUNA RYĹMEN. â
sum. gn! reader, angst with c-comfort, heâs a softie at heart, fluff, petnames, ty lucy for beta'ing <3
âwhatâs with you today?â sukuna furrows his eyebrows, and he lightly grabs your wrist. you face him only to briefly look away with a stubborn scowl. âyou didnât have to do that. i can take care of myself.â
he was referring to earlierâŚhow careless you were, at least from his perspective. throwing yourself in danger just for sukuna. perhaps it was stupid, but at that particular momentâyou didnât have a thought that crossed your mind.
âwell, i did,â you mumble, and sukuna bites his tongue from the inside of his cheek. his nostrils flare before he grabs your shoulders.
âwhat are you not getting? and if you died trying to protect me, then what?â and for a brief moment, it was dead silence. you stared at sukuna, and you canât remember a time he looked like this. sukuna was ⌠scared. the more you looked into his dark eyes, once full of arrogance and wit â instead, his pupils dilated and widened. his thumbs gently pressed into your skin, and then he continues to speak. âhow can you even be calm about something like that?â
âi wouldnât have to do things like that if youâd just be more careful,â you chastise, a sudden wave of gloom spraying over you. sukuna kept pausing every few seconds, as if he was carefully thinking of what to reply with.
sukunaâs almost got a glare before he sighs. âi told you. i can take care of myseââ
âno, you canât sukuna. you know how many times youâve almost died? the countless days where iâd be worried sick about you. if anyoneâs reckless, itâs you. and you wonder why i act like this, itâs because iâm in love with you, you idiot.â
you donât even register your words, itâs as if youâve been yearning to get that out for ages.
sukuna grows mute, trying to figure if he actually heard what heâd just heard. youâŚyou were in love with someone like him?
the awkward silence was deafening, a single tear strolls down your cheek before sukunaâs face suddenly softens.
he brings a thumb up to your cheek, swiping the tear aside before muttering in a raspy, âyou love me?â
âi thought it was pretty obvious,â you grumble, avoiding his eye contact. your heart ached, never in your life have you felt this vulnerable. saying it out loud only made you flustered immensely quick. a soft smile goes against his lips â you didnât answer his question, but he knew the answer. you loved sukuna. âbut whatever.â
âoi. donât âwhateverâ me,â sukuna mutters, cupping both sides of your face. he has you stare right into his eyes, the eyes where most see a cruel villainous person, you see the softest eyes imaginable. reserved only for you. âlook at me,â and you finally meet his gaze, a smug grin slowly tugs against the corners of his mouth. âyouâre in love with me.â
a weird tingly feeling crept up inside your stomach, and you give sukuna a glare. âyou know,â he keeps speaking, a soft finger stroking your cheek. âinstead of almost dying for me, you could have been normal and just said, âi love youâ.â
ââŚshut up,â you grouse, entirely abashed. he found it cute seeing you like this. in the midst of your mini tantrum - sukuna hums to himself, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
âhmpf. well, i suppose i love you too, brat,â he utters, watching your face briefly light up at his words. sukuna saying it back couldnât have made your heart swoon even more, but it did. âand iâm sorry for being so careless.â
you felt butterflies collide inside your tummy before you blink, ears perking at his first initial words and you pout. âyou suppose?â
sukuna looks down at you before he awkwardly pats your head. âi ⌠love you,â his voice was a mere soft rasp. studying his stare, sukuna started to grow a tad bit embarrassed. even more than you. as his fingers softly roam through your hair, he leans up close to your face and scoffs. âhappy now?â
âi love you more,â you smile, feeling more relieved. heâs taken aback once you hug him. sukunaâs always been so stiff at something as simple as a hug. your frame held his waist tightly, and heâd never admit it but it was adorable.
sukuna scowls. ââŚ. youâre squishing me.â
âshut up and hug me back.â you sigh, only taking this as an opportunity to squeeze him tighter. he was so warm.
usuallyâŚsukuna wouldnât let anyone get this close, yet alone do this. a simple affectionate hug.
he groans, slowly wrapping his arms around you. âyouâre so annoying,â and as your head rests against his chest â you look up at him, a soft smile goes against your lips. âpain in my damn ass.â
âtalking about your ass isnât romantic, âkuna.â you raise your brows . . . obviously kidding, but he groans.
with an eye roll, sukuna does the unexpected and pulls you up close towards his face. with a perplexed grin, you watch as he grabs you into a chaste kiss. it takes you by surprise, your hands remain flat and still before you wrap your arms around him. sukunaâs soft with you, you made him softâand he hated it, but a tiny part of him secretly loved it too.
abruptly, he pulls the kiss away before glaring at you. âi love you.â
âi love you too, kuku.â
ââŚ..call me that again and see what happens.â
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â§âË⧠â[ mad with need ]â
ft. logan howlett x f! reader â xmen, marvel
â°â⧠you want him so bad that you feel like youâre going crazy so he indulges youâ3.0k words
setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: smut!! dom logan & sub readerâx wade wilson too, age gap, dirty fantasies from a horny reader (who is actually insecure about herself), size difference, no prep weâre dying like nicepool, riding & unprotected piv, breeding/creampie, a bit rushed i need this out my wips
⤠author's note: okay so this is actually the very first logan fic i started, but i have no idea why it took me so long to finish it? itâs a bit all over the place, but i hope some people enjoy anyway!
has he realized you were there and simply testing your self-control, or is he just being so effortlessly sexy again that you arenât sure if youâre in love or jealous? was there any other reason for him to be laid out on the beat-up couch like something to feast on when he was simply holding a bottle of liquor in one hand to sip on and flipping through the channels of a barely-working box television with a remote in the other? why else would he be so delectable around a known pervert(s, wade is just as bad as you are, just more focused on the possible destruction of his home rather than the pansexual panic between you and logan plaguing him) if not to tempt you?
youâre constantly fawning over the sight of him and letting out dreamy sighs which have become more common lately than you would like to admit, swearing that you could gaze upon him for every second of the day and not tire of it. they say âgod gives his most difficult battles to his strongest soldiersâ, yet the battle assigned to you is restraining yourself from pouncing on him at the very moment and begging to suck his cock. you know that youâre horny most hours of the day and also kinda a brazen whore, but the way he makes you wet in record time should be worthy of a gold olympic medal.
every time his lips wrap around the rim of the glass bottle, you canât help but imagine them somewhere else. the image of his handsome face between your legs and scruffy facial hair coated in your slick while he ravishes you haunts your mind whenever you try to sleep, yet the phantom sensation of his tongue on you while his nose stimulates your clit helps you rest in the end. you bet that he would be great at eating pussy too, with his sharp tongue and arrogant attitudeâ god.Â
heâs also so jacked that even when heâs resting, his muscles still seem to bulge with prominent veins like a nurseâs wet dream and it has you downright drooling. now that the sleeves of his suit were gone, you could see how beefy his arms were, and seeing any inch of his skin had you acting up like a victorian man seeing a womanâs ankles for the first time. he could probably crush your skull like an egg if you ever found yourself head-locked in them (youâve seen him do it to wade out of irritation, and youâve never been so jealous).
and not to mention how peggable his shapely ass is, thereâs really no limit to all the things you want to try with him if you were given the chanceâ
âare you finished staring?â his gruff voice brought you back to reality, refocusing your vision as he made a slight gesture to his body with one of his rare smirks, âlike what you see?â itâs a rhetorical question, he knows how good he looks despite his age and you have already made your attraction towards him well-established.Â
you donât need to say anything, he can tell what youâre thinking as clearly as day, so you donât bother making any dirty remarks like usual and just walk out the room. you paced around the house for a minute or two to calm yourself down until you eventually ran into wade. âoh my god,â you cupped your face with your hands, eyes becoming big and round as if you were going to cry, âi want him so bad, i feel like iâm gonna lose my mind if i donât fuck him!â
âwell, why havenât you? i know for a fact that my presence isnât enough to stop you from climbing him like a tree, so spill it!â
âuhhhh,â you pointed your fingers together to exaggerate self-consciousness, âwhat if⌠what if he doesnât like me and just sees me as some annoying, excessively horny kid?â
âcan you believe this bitch?â he scoffed, looking at the invisible audience that was always watching before grabbing your shoulders and violently shaking you, âlisten here missy, he definitely likes youâ i have yet to see that man smile at anything else that isnât your face and comments that rival jjk twitter fans in vulgarity! why are you suddenly getting cold feet now when youâre such a player? youâre suddenly screaming, crying, and throwing up over peanut whom youâve been hitting on non-stop since we found him?!â
âi donât know! itâs different, heâs my hero, andâ i know itâs hard for you to believe, but heâs not even half the asshole my previous flings were. besides, he so fucking hotââ
âyeah, but heâs also so fucking oldâ his dick is probably all shriveled upââ the sound of the said man clearing his throat made him jump out of his skin, slowly turning his head to look at the older man before giggling nervously and waving his hands around in some form of awkward greeting. even if he can regenerate and wounds are more like papercuts, the last thing he wanted was to get stabbed in the balls by his adamantium claws again for making such a comment. âahaha, how much did you hearâŚ?â
âenough,â he grunted, turning his attention to you, âand youâre coming with me.â
âhuhâ?â there was hardly a moment for you to properly react before he suddenly bent down to grab you by the waist and toss you over his shoulder, âyouâre not even gonna ask me to dinner first?!â you must have looked like a fish out of the water with how your mouth was agape with surprise, and you heard him genuinely chuckle in amusement. both from the fact that you didnât see this coming after all youâve been saying to him as well as the fact that he could pick you up and throw you around like you weighed nothing.
âwell, you didnât exactly greet me with a âhelloâ before shamelessly undressing me with your eyes when we first met, now did you?â you couldnât see if he was smiling or not considering that you were upside-down. the current angle only gave you a close-up view of his perfect ass (not that you were complaining, you need to know his squat routine), unsure if the heat on your face was from the embarrassment of him calling you out or simply from the blood rushing to your head.
âwhat about me? are you lovebirds really going to leave me all by myself, lonely and yearning for the companionship of another while you two fuck like rabbits?â
âahh, go fuck yourself.â the grin on his face dissipated the moment he opened his mouth, but it wasnât enough to ruin his mood as he carried you away to the closest bedroom available, quickly flinging you on the bed without a bother to be careful when handling you since he knew that you could and have taken worse as deadpoolâs sidekick. âwhy are you so nervous? think i donât want you as much as you want me?â
âwait, actually?â your usually confident facade of the overly forward flirt was faltering more and more by the second.
âyouâre so busy ogling my body that you havenât even noticed the way i look at you, huh?â itâs obvious logan was an absolute beast of a man, but when he cages you with his arms between his bulky frame and the mattress, you feel like a little field mouse against a lion. the way your pupils dilate as you look up at him with adorned excitement has him so fucking feral, heat stirring in his stomach and blood rushing to his cock. he traced over your outfit, admiring how the skin-tight leather hugged your curved. âwearing such a slutty little things that leaves nothing to the imagination, and you expected me not to think about pinning you down and fucking you until you pass out?â
you shivered at his words, arousal pooling in your underwear and warmth spreading throughout your body under your skin. this cheeky son of a bitch can smell it too, the sweet smell of desire, sensing how needy you are for his touch and how your pussy is just begging for his attention.Â
as much as he wanted to rip your clothing off and pound into you like there was no tomorrow, he wanted to take his time to properly treasure the cute sidekick who has been reminding him how it feels to be a man again, young and unafraid to pursue the woman of his dreams and treat her right the way that countless of others failed to do. (youâre going to laugh hysterically at him later on down the line when you hear him say that, never thinking you could be the object of anyoneâs affection past a one-night stand, but the look in his eyes makes you realize heâs telling the truth and youâll get all flustered over it.)Â
you can taste the alcohol from earlier when he kisses you and moan into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, all teeth, tongue, and animalistic want. he ran a hand down your torso to reach the zipper of your suit, undoing it in one swift motion, exposing your bare chest to his eager eyes.
âno bra?â
âi donât need it when the suitâ ah!âÂ
he cut you off, not caring about the intricacies of how the costume supported everything when he would only get distracted, moving his lips to take one of your perk nipples in his mouth and sucking like it was going to give him milk or something while pinching the other one in between his fingers. heâs like a kid on christmas playing with his new toy: palming at your breasts, cupping and squishing them together, and realizing that his large hands could practically cover them entirely.
âfuckk, youâre so pretty, doll,â he drawled, letting go of your teat with a âpopâ and kissing your neck before making you gasp by sinking his teeth into your skin. you gasped at the sudden sensation, deep enough to leave a lasting indent but not deep enough to draw blood, as he soothed the fresh wound by licking it with his tongue. everyone was going to know that you were his, especially that motherfucker he knows is listening in on the other side of the door with his cock in his hands.
 âloganâŚâ you rasp, voice barely above a whisper.
âwhat is it, princess?â it was a nickname he has used plenty of times, yet it felt completely different in such a sexually charged situation, so much more intimate in a way that you feel your heart racing even faster than before and a rush of energy within.Â
âneed youâŚâ you murmured.
âcome on, a little louder, you need to use your words.âÂ
âfucking hell,â you covered your face with your hands, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burned, âi need you, logan! iâm gonna go crazy if you donât fuck me right now!â
âhm, is that so?â he had been resting on his side up until now, laying on his back and lifting you up with both hands under your arms. you found yourself sitting pretty in his lap, straddling him, legs on either side of his waist. âwhy donât you work for it then? work for what you wanted so badly this entire time?â
you inhaled sharply, looking down at this fine specimen of a mutant under you made of pure muscle and adamantium with a noticeable tent in his pants, a cocky grin gracing his features daring you to continue. only a fool wouldnât take up his challenge. biting the inside of your mouth, you began to fully strip yourself of all clothing, kicking it off to the side to be forgotten and showing off your beautiful bare body that logan has been dreaming about since the moment he met you. âtake your clothes off too,â you huffed, âitâs not fair for me to be the only one naked.â
he hummed in agreement, taking off the upper half of his yellow and blue-detailed suit, revealing his rippling abs and pecsâ age has yet to make a dent in his physique, he doesnât even look real. heâs not going to remove the bottom half though, both because youâre already on top of him and because you still need to âwork for it.âÂ
experimentally, you rolled your hips on his bulge, feeling a twinge of amusement when he visibly had to clench his jaw to prevent a moan from slipping out. heâs just as pent-up as you are, no matter how hard heâs trying to hide it right now. you fiddled with the metal of his zipper for a moment before pulling it down, motions fidgety with nerves yet still determined to see this through.Â
your eyes widen at the sight of his fully erect cock, noting instantly that heâs bigger than any other guy youâve been with, yet still feeling your mouth water at the size and the vein trailing its underbelly. âis it even going to fit?â you manage to breathe out, reaching out to run a finger over the leaking tip and hearing him hiss.
âonly one way to find out, but i think you can take it.âÂ
placing your hands on his shoulders for balance, you put his theory to the test and raised your body to sink yourself onto him, whimpering at the pleasurable stretch when you manage to make it past the tip. youâre so fucking soaked from your own thoughts and the few minutes of foreplay earlier that you didnât even need his fingers to prep you, just using your slick as a form of natural lube and feeling him slip into you inch by inch.
âthatâs it, doll, just like that,â he praised, the words going right to your head, really enjoying the show of you struggling to take all of him.
âmmhh, loââ his name came out in a more whiny voice than expected with your eyes rolling back and nails raking into his skin. your thighs were aching with the constant repetitive motion of working yourself up and down his cock, taking one step back for two steps forward, more than halfway there yet unsure if you could handle it all when you felt so impossibly full already.
âshhh, i know, i know, sweetheartâ just take your time, iâm not going anywhere.â his words are so sweet despite being a complete asshole by laying back and letting you do all the hard work, hands behind his head and everything while watching his cock slowly disappearing between your folds.
you look at him through glossy half-lidded eyes, brain turned to absolute mush, not even realizing that you had finally taken him to the base and was comfortably nestled on his cock. it took a few moments to adjust to his girth, breathing heavily with the swelling feeling of satisfaction developing within you. you have barely even started, and yet it was already so much better than anything elseâ he was so much better than anyone else.Â
âyou okay?â he waits for you to blink to process his words before nodding slightly, letting out a soft âyeahâ before your eyes went wide when he suddenly grabbed your waist and positioned you under him once again. you didnât notice because you went dumb with dick (to put it bluntly), but he had been restraining himself from flipping you over to be on top or trying to buck his hips into you before you were ready.Â
he then started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, your hands flying up to his biceps and clinging on for dear life to find purchase. there was no frame to go with this mattress you were resting on, but you were sure it would be banging against the wall until it broke if it was there. your eyes were screwed shut with your head thrown back into the pillow, letting out pathetic pitched moans along with stutters of his name as the orgasm in your stomach builds.
âaah, lo-logan!â
âdonât worry, i got you,â he lazily circled your clit with his thumb, feeling you clench even more tightly at the action, âjust let yourself go, relaxâ cum for me, doll.â
you cried out as your climax washed over you, gushing all over his cock and the pants of his suit that neither of you bothered to take off earlier. itâs a shame that you ruined his clothing so soon when he just got this costume, but honestly, he likes it a lot better when the yellow is stained with the evidence of how good he made you feel.
the way your walls spasmed around him made him quickly follow suit, shooting ribbons of his seed into you and painting your insides white. perhaps he would have been able to hold on for a bit longer when he was younger, but he canât find himself caring in the least when you were looking up at him like he was everything right now.
he leaned down to kiss you, slowly pulling out of you, being careful not to rest on top of you and crush you under his weight, generally being uncharacteristically sweet towards you in stark comparison to how he was rocking your world like you were the last two souls on earth just a minute ago.
âso⌠do you like me?â it was the tone he grew accustomed to when you and wade were teasing him, feeling you wrap your arms around him with a sigh and snuggling into his chest.
âyeah⌠i like you a lot more than you thinkâŚâ
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rafe + voyeurism
warnings: pervy!handyman!rafe, flirting, pet names, rafe watches you in the shower, masturbation, oral (m. & f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, shower sex, slight fluff, rafe answers the door when your date knocks >:)
a/n: inspired by the small piece i wrote here <3
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âwhatâs the problem now, pretty?â rafe answered the phone, popping open a can of beer as your sweet little voice sounded on the other line. ârafe, my shower is out!â you whined, adjusting the pink fluffy robe around your body. âwell, whatâs wrong with it, babe?â your cheeks heated at the name. rafe knew exactly what was wrong with it, heâs the one who messed it up last time he was there so he had a reason to come back. âi twisted the knob for it to turn on, but i think the handle is loose..â you explained. rafe hummed, getting up from his recliner. âiâll be there in five.â
rafe lived in the same apartments as you, just in a different complex not too far from your own. it wasnât long before you heard his heavy footsteps outside of your door, opening it before he could knock. âare you wearing anything underneath that?â he motioned towards your pre-shower ensemble. you whispered a âno..â dragging him in by his large arm. âi have to be ready in one hour!â you were frantic as rafe followed behind you, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. âitâs nearly seven oâclock, where are you off to?â you moved aside to let rafe through, taking a seat on the edge of the sink counter.
âmy friends set me up on a blind date, âsaid they were tired of me being single.. so.â rafe couldnât help the way his jaw ticked. âa blind date, huh? is he picking you up here?â rafe set his toolbox down as he got on his knees. âyeah, he insisted on doing so, too. which i thought was a little weird but.. itâs okay i guess.â you shrugged, crossing one leg over the other. rafe looked back, the opening of your robe exposing your bare legs and thighs. thankfully, you were too distracted by something else to see rafeâs tongue glide over his bottom lip. âso.. uh, tell me about this guy..â
rafe let you ramble on, feigning interest as he learned your date was just an arrogant asshole. fortunately, you had a habit of veering off track when it came to having conversations, which lead to you now telling him about a recipe you saw on a late night cooking show. âiâll make it and you can come over and taste test it, how does that sound?â rafe nodded. he would much rather taste test something else. âi think that sounds great.â he sat up, tossing the last tool in his toolbox with a clank! âalright, moment of truth,â rafe twisted the shower knob, and sure enough the water came out perfectly.
you hopped off the counter, not realizing your robe had come undone a little bit. the valley of your breasts were peeking through, the sight making rafe let out a breath. âthank you!â you grabbed his hand and helped him off the floor. âitâs no problem.â the man in front of you shamelessly stared at your chest, your eyes following his. you gasped at the amount of cleavage that was out, spinning around to cover yourself up. âiâm so sorry, i donât know how that happened!â you covered your face in embarrassment as rafe laughed to himself. âiâm not complaining.â
rafe walked around you, making you topple forward a bit when he landed a playful smack on your backside. if it was anyone else, you wouldâve kicked them out of your apartment with a threat to make a police report.. but it was rafe, so you offered him your fridge instead. âyou could take whatever you want! iâll be out in a sec!â rafe took you up on your offer, grabbing a beer that you specifically bought for him whenever he made a surprise visit. popping it open, he took a swig, reaching for his phone in his pocket only for it not to be there. âshit.â he put the beer down, checking the rest of pockets.
realizing it must be in the bathroom, rafe cursed under his breath when he heard the shower running. ây/n?â you couldnât hear him over the water, your eyes screwed shut as you washed your hair. opening the door slightly, rafe peeked in and saw his phone on the floor. he swallowed thickly, the scent of your shampoo filling his senses. donât look up, donât look up, donât look up, rafe chanted in his head, failing miserably when he ultimately zeroed in on your naked form. he knew you were perfect already, but seeing you like this was next level.
he watched as the suds from your hair dripped down to your tits, the clear glass growing foggy with shower steam. he wondered how youâd feel in his hands, wishing so bad he could take a tit in his mouth. rafeâs chest rose and fell, his cock stirring in his pants as you turned around and bent down for your body wash. luckily for you, the steam obstructed the view rafe ached so bad to see. without a care in the world, rafe palmed himself through his work jeans, his head tipping back at the much needed friction. âfuck, yeah..â he whispered to himself, thumb gliding over his sensitive tip.
you lathered yourself up, turning around so your back was facing rafe. with hungry eyes, he watched you scrub down your legs, catching a glimpse of your sudsy folds. pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, rafe refrained from letting out a groan as his hand jerked himself with vigor. he wondered if you knew just how bad he wanted you. if it was up to him, youâd be more than just the pretty tenant he likes to bother, and him more than the handyman, but he could dream. rinsing yourself off under the stream of water, you stood there, relishing in the hot water pattering against your skin.
rafe could make you so so happy if youâd just let him. heâd treat you with so much love and care everyday, and fuck you until you were in hysterics. he imagined what it would be like to be in a relationship with you, how waking up next to you would look like. he was so tired of envisioning these things, he shut the door behind him, startling you. ârafe?â you peered up at the man standing in the middle of your bathroom, his hand in his pants as he looked at you with dark eyes. âw-what are you doing?â he didnât say anything as he started undressing, his shirt falling to the floor.
âtell me to leave.â his jeans were next to go, the imprint of his length making you swallow thickly. rafe smirked at your lack of response, internally singing as you slid open the glass door for him to join you. you had butterflies fluttering in your tummy when he took off his underwear. rafe was so tall, he had to lean down in order to get in without hitting himself, his broad shoulders barely fitting through. once he was in, your cheeks heated as reality hit you. here you were, standing naked with the man whoâs been a pervy flirt for nearly six months now.
âyou okay?â rafeâs hands found your hips, pulling you close until his cock sat heavily between you two. you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. he groaned when he felt your nipples against his chest. bringing his head down, you let out a yelp when his hands snaked down to your ass and squeezed. you reached up on your tippy toes and kissed him, his mouth moving perfectly with yours. rafe wasted no time, backing you up into the shower wall where he grinded his hard-on between your thighs. taking the base of him in your hand, you gasped at how hard he felt in your palm.
âcan i?â you were already getting on your knees before him, rafe groaning at how eager you felt to please him. rafe grabbed a handful of your hair, staring at you intently as you stroked him before meeting his eyes. you looked gorgeous like this. eyes sparkling up at his face, rafe admired your features under the soft light of the bathroom. you kissed his tip, licking a stripe up from the underside of his cock before he pushed himself between your lips. your pink nails dug into his skin, your eyebrows knitting together as he forced his length down your throat.
you moaned, the sensation making him shudder. âfuck,â he grunted through gritted teeth, âfeelsâ so fuckin good.â he balanced an arm on the wall, his eyes screwing shut as you worked your magic on his cock. the way you bobbed your head up and down made him want to shoot his load all over your face, your hands cupping your tits as you squeezed the sensitive swells of your breasts. rafe was mesmerized, his mouth hanging open as he watched you pull off of him with a pop! you smiled up at the man above you, rubbing the head of his cock across your lips.
deciding he couldnât wait any longer, rafe picked you up like a ragdoll, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed you roughly. you whimpered when your back met the cold tile on the wall. spreading your thighs apart, you looked down when rafe guided himself between your slick folds, your clit aching to be touched. you two exchanged looks, as if he was asking for permission. placing your palms on his shoulders for leverage, you practically melted in his hands when he thrusted into you. whimpering his name, rafe urged you to lock your ankles around his back.
âyâhave no idea how much iâve thought about doing this to you.â he spoke into the curve of your neck, his body glistening from shielding you from the shower head. you recalled laying in bed one particular night, thinking about rafe and those rough hands of his. needless to say you fell into a deep slumber imagining your fingers as his own. your mouth opened and closed a few times like you wanted to say something but couldnât get the words out. watching you struggle was easily the hottest thing rafe has ever seen. âtalk, baby, i need to hear that voice so i can dream of it later.â
soon after he said that, you were whining and blabbering about how much you thought about him when you were alone. âyeah? âtouching yourself to the thought of me?â he taunted, hips slamming into yours as the heels of your feet dug into his back. âyes! oh, godâ i just wanted to feel you inside of me..â rafe cursed at your words, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. âshow me how you did it, âpretty. let me feel this pussy squeeze around me.â you let out a shaky breath, the pads of your fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. you gasped, your back arching off of the wall.
rafe watched you rub delicate circles on the little bud, your body jolting every now and then when the feeling became overwhelming. âcanât!â you shook your head when you were close, your thighs threatening to snap shut around his hips. rafe moved your hand out of the way and replaced it with his own, his fingers working mercilessly on your puffy clit. letting out a scream, your forehead fell on his shoulder as his release teetered on the edge of pure euphoria. he was going to fill you up soon, the thought alone making his hips stutter as you cried out in bliss.
rafe held you against his chest, his hot seed filling you up with every moan that left his mouth. you were jelly at this point, your orgasm hitting you in intense waves of ecstasy as rafe twitched inside your soaking cunt. slowly but surely, your highs subsided, both of you panting against each otherâs lips. âthink you could walk?â you shook your head, your thighs still visibly trembling at his sides. he nodded, reassuring you with a âokay, donât worry baby.â still holding you against the wall, rafe pulled out of you with a groan. whimpering at the feeling of being empty, you watched as he twisted the shower knob off.
holding you bridal style, rafe stepped out of the shower and placed you gently on the sink counter. he quickly grabbed two towels from the little shelf you had in the bathroom and dried you off, wrapping the soft cotton around your shoulders. you licked your lips, the sight of the water droplets dripping down his abs was making you ready for round two. wrapping the towel around his waist, rafe carried you once more to your bed. âagain.â you looked up at him with a pout. rafe laughed, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. âyeah? you want more?â you nodded, pulling him on top of you.
slotting himself between your thighs, he kissed you deeply before there was a knock at the door. pausing for a second, you wondered who it could be before your eyes widened. âthatâs my date! wellâ was, my date.. oh, god!â you giggled, covering your face in embarrassment. glancing at the clock on your bedside table, rafe smiled. 8:00 PM. âwow, heâs just in time.â he got up, making you gasp. âdonât be mean to him!â you called out as rafe answered the front door. the poor guyâs smile faded quickly when he saw a shredded, over six feet tall of a man answer the door.
âsorry, i must be at the wrong apartment..â he blinked, about to leave before rafe stopped him. âyouâre here for y/n, right? sheâs inside.â rafe reached for the flowers in your dateâs hand, flashing him a wink. âsheâs a little preoccupied right now, though.â shutting the door in his face, rafe hid the flowers behind his back before stalking back inside your room. bless your heart, your towel was gone as you laid naked and pretty, waiting all for him. âi hope you like pink roses, âcause i just got you a dozen of âem.â you sat up, a gasp leaving your lips as rafe kneeled down on the side of your bed.
âaw, how pretty!â you gave them a sniff, pecking rafeâs cheek. âcan you put them in water for me?â you batted your eyelashes at him, the action sending rafe into a frenzy. you were so cute. doing as you asked, rafe came back and got on his knees once more. âi was thinking.. you were so gracious enough to take me in your mouth, itâs only right if i return the favor, yeah?â he hooked your thighs to the tops of his shoulders, excitement pooling in your belly. âyesââ you were cut off when you felt rafeâs tongue delve between your folds. âyouâre so fuckinâ sweet, i can eat you all night.â and he did.
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aemond targaryen x baratheon!reader
rating: 18+, minors dni
summary: aemond targaryen is tasked with bringing the stormlands to his brother's side. but when he arrives he finds the new regent, old lord Borros' young widow, isn't as pliant as he had anticipated. he finds himself drawn to the poised, commanding lady of storm's end, much to his horror. but he refuses to leave without bringing this storm to heel
word count: 12 k (ye gotta suffer for ye smut what can i say)
tags: mentions of past forced/arranged marriage, reader is a member of a minor baratheon branch and is Borros' widow but no other traits are described, smut, handjob, choking kink, fingering, p in v sex, hate sex, creampie, cowgirl, mention of moontea, hints of dom!aemond? or hes just being a control freak i mean the line is very thin [lmk if i missed something]
sidenote: this was such a fun one shot to write, i was writing aemond after so long i think i got a bit carried away hytftgyhuijo do comment/ask and lmk if you'd like this as a series cause i might just have ideas for that
The hall of Stormâs End was cold, the stone walls rising around you as you watched the storm raging outside through the window, expecting to see your guest arrive at the dreary scene any minute. The screech of a dragon approaching managed to reach you, louder even than the sound of thunder. You did not wait to catch a glimpse of the creature for yourself, instead your black gown swept as you made your way to your late husbandâs seat, the dark fabric pooling around your feet as you sat, spilling over the stone like a dark tide.
The unmistakable roar of Vhagarâs wings heralded Aemond Targaryenâs arrival, accompanied by a loud âthumpâ of what you imagined was the ground straining under the beasts feet, to signal just how close to your home the dragon had landed. The dragonâs arrival even rattled the windows, a reminder of the power the prince carried with himâpower you knew he intended to wield like a blade. Your jaw tightened for a brief moment. Vhagarâs presence wasnât just a spectacle, a grand display of power and might; it was a threat.
Your lips curled ever so slightly in distaste. The princeâs arrival on the back of a dragon, no less the largest alive, was nothing less than a veiled threat. He wanted you to know the might of the greens, to feel the heat of dragonfire on your doorstep.
You stretched out your hands and placed them on the arms of the stone seat, chin up, back straight; determined, to be seen as a commanding presence. You wore no crown, but you would impress that this was your land. Your posture must reflect as if you were carved from the same storm-hardened stone that made the keep, a Baratheon through and through, even if from a lesser branch of the family.
 You belonged here, not merely as the old lordâs widow and the new oneâs mother, but by your own right too â you had to hold onto that as the gates to the hall were flung open after a few minutes of anticipation.
In he steppedâAemond One-Eye, cloaked in Targaryen arrogance, his long strides purposeful, each movement precise, till he reached the middle of the hall. His single eye fell upon you immediately, his gaze sharp and assessing, like a man who expected you to yield at the first word. You did not move.
After a few seconds, he continued his steps once more and you let him approach, watched him close the distance until he stood before you. Then, with all the decorum expected of his blood, he bent low and kissed your hand. âMy lady Baratheon.â His voice sounded as cold as his hand felt against yours.
âPrince Aemond,â you said, your voice as smooth as silk, yet laced with an undercurrent of steel. âStormâs End bids you welcome⌠and your dragon.â you tilted your head ever so slightly, the hint of a smile on your lips. âI must say, it is not every day one finds a beast as colossal as Vhagar at their gates. Her presence is... difficult to miss.â
Aemond straightened, his eye narrowing ever so slightly. âVhagarâs presence is a reminder of the strength our House offers to those wise enough to stand with it, my lady. A reminder, of a promise of protection.â
âA reminder,â you mused, leaning back in your chair as though you held all the time in the world, âor a threat?â
His lips twitched, not quite a smile, but close. âOnly to those who would stand against us, my lady.â
âAh,â your eyes danced with playfulness, âand I suppose I must decide whether to accept thisâŚ. protectionâŚor risk the wrath of your beast?â Your displeasure at being forced to house the ancient creature as you made the decision about whom to side with was clear. Vhagarâs presence cast such a long shadow, it hung over every word that was spoken in that great hall. You knew Otto Hightower had expected the mere presence of the dragon would encourage the frail, young lady, whoâd only been appointed regent because she had the good fortune to give birth to a son unlike Lord Baratheonâs first wife, to come on side without much fuss. You were going to cause him much disappointment.
Vhagar might be mighty, but you would not give in to the feeling of fear at her attendance. You would stand your ground before the prince, and not let him make the mistake to think that he could intimidate you.
Hands clasping behind his back, the princeâs good eye bore into your face, his voice low, laced with a hint of warning âyou appear to be a wise woman to me, my lady. You understand how unwise it is to provoke a dragon.â
You laughed softly, the sound ringing across the otherwise eerily quiet hall âIs that what Iâm doing, Prince Aemond? Prodding at the dragonâs belly?â
He was trying to impose upon you the upper hand he held, to dangle the danger of his dragon over your head to get you to agree to his demands â you deflected it as if by a flick of your wrist, which left him surprised. He knew you understood him perfectly well, and he was starting to understand you too now, as you lifted your hand to your chin, and leaned on your palm to watch him almost lazily.
Your eyes sparkled with an unspoken challenge as you watched him, letting the silence linger, enjoying the way his patience seemed to thin with each passing second. You could tell he was uncomfortable with how the tension had shifted, though his eyes never left yours and his expression betrayed nothing but you observed how his nose flared up in an indication of the underlying anger and frustration. He was a dragon, yesâbut one that had yet to learn patience. You would teach him.
âYou know why Iâve come,â he finally said, trying to pull the conversation back into his control. âMy grandsire has written to you already of my intent. A marriage alliance between our houses. I would take in marriage one of your stepdaughters, in exchange for the strength of the Stormlands at our back.â
âAh,â you sighed, âsuch a generous offer. The strength of Stormâs End married to the might of your house would certainly be something. At the very least it would ensure your brother cannot be defeated outright in a land battle.â You had gone over this with your husbandâs advisers multiple times, you knew the strength of your army, the advantages it brought to either side, like the back of your hand. âAnd yetâŚâ you paused, lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. Aemond straightened his back, tapping his leathered foot, realising you were not going to make his work easy.
â⌠I have to wonder, why you think I would choose the promises of the Hand over the promises of⌠others?â you spokepointedly but did not mention the name of his half-sister Rhaenyra, but he understood where you were signalling. âYour brother is not the only claimant with dragons.â
Aemond forcefully replied, in an attempt to demonstrate his advantage while keeping his bubbling anger in check, âThe largest dragon in the realm is before your gates. The whore of Dragonstone with her bastards could never match Vhagar.â
His words were filled with vitriol, but they did not move the lady Baratheon. You simply mused âI confess, the notion of the mighty Vhagar at my beck and call is... temptingââ Aemondâs jaw clenched at how you implied him or his dragon would be at your âbeck and call,â but he bit back his tongue ââbut power is a fickle thing, your grace, is it not? Today, it flies at my gates; tomorrow, it may burn them. If not your dragonsâ, then your half-sisterâs. To stand with either one of you is to stand against the other. And their dragons.â
Aemond took another step forward, refusing to let your words unsettle him. âStormâs End has always been loyal to the Crown. We expect no less now.â
âYes but which crown must we bow to now remains unclear, yet.â You casually replied as you rose from your seat, the dark material of your gown swirling around your feet once more. The firelight caught the fabric, casting shifting shadows that made you seem like a figure from a half-forgotten tale â larger than life, and ethereal, not quite inhabiting the same plane as the prince. âAs I am sure you are aware my late husbandâs father swore an oath to support Rhaenyra. While I do not dismiss this hand of friendship your grandsire, the Hand has offered us, I cannot accept it either.â You met his gaze as you looked up at him, unflinching, your smile pleasing yet razor-sharp. âLoyalty, Prince Aemond, is a curious thing. It can shift, like the sea winds of this land. And I... well, I would prefer to remain more flexible in my allegiances. At least until Iâve had time for some careful consideration.â
Impatience grew within Aemond, you could see the tension in how rigidly he stood. He could sense you were slipping from his grasp, just as easily as the wind slipped through the cracks of your keepâs stone walls. He needed to push harder, to make you commit.
âThis is a matter of great urgency, my lady, Iââ He was about to press further when you let out a soft sigh and brought a hand to your temple, feigning weariness. âForgive me, my prince, but I find myself dreadfully fatigued. The burdens of leadership weigh heavily on one such as I. You must understand... after all, I am but a woman, and we are so very frail. We were not built to rule you see⌠is that not the core reason your brother has raised his banners against the Princess after all?â your eyes seemed to goad the prince to challenge you on your words.
Aemond clenched his folded hands behind him, but betrayed none of the irritation simmering beneath his surface. He could see right through your act. There was nothing frail about the Lady Y/N Baratheon. This was another move in your game, a way to delay him. You were stalling, that much was clear.
âLady Y/N,â he began, stepping forward again, âwe cannot affordââ
âThere will be time, Prince Aemond,â you interrupted, finality in your tone, a dismissal thinly veiled behind sweetness âPlenty of time to discuss alliances and armies. Stormâs End is yours for as long as you need it. Make yourself at home.â
Aemond stiffened, realizing that you had no intention of continuing this conversation tonight. You were dismissing him, and there was nothing he could do to force your hand without showing his own weakness.
You turned then, moving toward the doorway with a graceful ease that contradicted your words of weariness. Aemond was fuming with frustration which had finally sept through the cracks of his unbothered exterior. This was the first task he had been assigned as they had started to draw their banners, the first contribution he was expected to make for his familyâs cause. He refused to go back empty handed. To win the Baratheonâs to their side was his duty, and he had no intention of returning without anything other than the Stormlands in his pocket.
Just as you reached the threshold, you stopped, casting a glance over your shoulder, your voice light but edged with mockery. âOh, and do let the staff know whatever your beast will be having. We wouldnât want to keep her waiting, would we?â
Aemondâs grinded his teeth at how you were daring to treat Vhagar as if she were no more than a hound at the gates. His dragon, the largest and most fearsome alive, reduced to a mere beast by your dismissive words. Aemond would not find it so easy to deal with the new lady of Stormâs end as most had expected. Borrosâs widow may not have the years of experience to strengthen her, she was a young thing yet, that the old lord had married for the purpose of producing him sons; yet, even he would have never expected you to become this formidable a defender of his seat as you had become.
He watched as you disappeared into the shadows, having given him nothing. Everything in your manner told him one thing: this woman would not bend easily.
You stood beside the bed, watching the rise and fall of your sonâs little chest. Seeing him safe and sound was all that kept you going, so whenever your mind would be distressed over the politics and games around you, you would try to be around your son to remind yourself why you were doing all of this in the first place.
Royce slept soundly, a peaceful expression on his innocent face, his tiny hand curled around the edge of his blanket. But peace was an illusion here in Stormâs End, where every decision threatened to shatter the fragile balance you were fighting to maintain. You smoothed a stray lock of dark hair from his brow, your heart heavy with the burden of his future. All this you did for him, to ensure his safety, his future, his seat. One wrong move, and you would not pay for it alone.
Behind you, the crackling fire in the hearth could not chase away the cold reality of the letter from Rhaenyra, now resting on your writing desk â it served as a reminder for you, a reminder that a storm was brewing outside. Ser Byron Swann finally brought you out of your brooding thoughts. âYouâve been quiet for some time, my lady,â came Ser Byronâs voice, tinged with concern as he stepped forward, his armour gently clinking in the quiet room. Byron had been a faithful bannerman to your late husband, and so far to you. You appreciated his counsel and concern.
Not taking your eyes off Royce, you spoke âTo choose incorrectly would mean risking his future. The Stormlands could tear itself apart.â Your bannermen, always watching you with suspicion for being a woman who dared to hold power over them, had already whispered their concerns. Some remembered the oath Borrosâ father had sworn to Rhaenyra years ago, binding them to her claim. Others had made their displeasure plainâa woman on the Iron Throne, abomination they had muttered darkly, displeased with the idea of a queen ruling over them. The Stormlands was teetering on the brink of division. Then there was the fear of dragons, which prevailed over all else.
You straightened, hand lingering on the bedpost as you turned away from the sight of your son and addressed your counsel more directly. âChoosing Rhaenyra might honour the oath, but it could also fracture the Stormlands beyond repair. Choosing the Greens...â You hesitated, the thought of Aemond Targaryen flashing briefly through your mind. â...may bring us under the protection of dragons, but at what cost?â Otto Hightower was perhaps the most infamous schemer in the land, and the âKingâ Aegon was by all accounts a useless drunk. Not to mention his younger brotherâŚ
Byron crossed his arms, brow furrowed. âNeutrality is not an option either, not with the eyes of both sides upon us.â
You sighed wearily, and agreed âNo, choosing neither would invite war right to our doorstep instead.â You paced toward the hearth, placing a hand on the frame of the fireplace as you watched the flickering flames that seemed to reflect your thoughts, anxiously moving, untamed. You had been strong when facing the prince, unwilling to back down or give away any fears you might privately have. Now you had no need to hold onto such a façade, you could admit to yourself that this was an extremely slippery situation you and the Stormlands were in. Your brow furrowed with worry as you looked into the flames, willing for an answer to leap out from them.
Byron's eyes followed you closely. As if he could read your mind, he tried to voice your thoughts âThere is no right choice, my lady, you can only hope to pick the lesser of two dangers.â If only you could tell which was which, you thought of who Borros would pick momentarily, but then found yourself thinking that youâd never much cared for his strategic opinion anyway, so there was no reason to rely upon it now.
âwhat did my lady think of the Hightowerâs messenger, the one-eyed prince?â Swann curiously asked.
What did she think of Aemond? A dangerous man, undoubtedlyâsharp, calculating, and ever poised for battle, even when the fight was merely in words.
And yet⌠there was something more. Something you would not, could not, name aloud. His cold, unyielding demeanour stirred something in youâsomething that made you wary, but also intrigued. Aemond Targaryen was not a man easily thwarted, and that made him dangerous. His arrogance was palpable, his strength undeniable, but beneath that was a fire, simmering just beneath the surface. You had seen it in his eye, in the way he watched you. His features were sculpted as if by marble, standing so close to him you could see why your septa use to tell you the Targaryens were closer to gods than men, you had verified the fantastical accounts of their Valyrian beauty for yourself. You found yourself tilting on the side of agreement with those opinions.
Your fingers tightened ever so slightly on the stone beneath it as you leaned towards the fire. You werenât a fool. You knew the allure of power, of danger. And Aemond embodied both.
The memory of Aemondâs lingering touch when he kissed your hand, and the veiled threat of the dragon that waited outside your walls, sent a chill down your spine.
You drew in a slow breath, forcing yourself to focus. Attractive or not you could not afford to be distracted by immodest thoughts of the Targaryen prince, not when everything hung in such a precarious balance.
You turned back to meet Ser Byronâs eyes with your own hardened gaze. âOnly that to take Aemond Targaryen lightly could prove to be a grave mistake.â
Aemond stood at the narrow window of his assigned chambers, watching the endless churn of the sea beyond Stormâs End. The wind here was relentless, beating against the stone walls with the same fury that seemed to linger in the air since his arrival. It matched his moodârestless, frustrated. He had come to Stormâs End to secure an alliance, to bring the Baratheons to his brotherâs cause. But instead, he found his thoughts tangled in something far more distracting.
Lady Y/N Baratheon.
He stepped away from the window and moved towards the small desk, settling into the chair. A half-written letter to his grandsire lay before him, waiting to be finished. The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room. Aemond dipped his quill into the ink and resumed writing.
My Lord Hand, I arrived at Stormâs End to find the lady regent in full command of her seat. Y/N Baratheon is not as easily persuaded, as was expected...
His quill paused. His mind drifted back to your first meeting in the great hall. You had been seated on the Baratheon throne, the seat of you late husband. Yet you did not look out of place in it for a second, one could have been easily forgiven for mistaking to think you had been born to it and were not merely guarding it as your sonâs keeper. Your alluring eyes had met his without flinching, without the slightest hint of deference. You were calculating, composed, and beautifulâthere was no denying that. But it was more than just your appearance that held his attention. There was something in you that challenged him, intrigued him.
Aemond set down the quill on the table with force, flexing his hand in frustration. The same hand, he realised as he looked down upon it, which had held your own to his lips only hours ago. He had felt it then, a pull. A quiet draw towards you that had nothing to do with the game of politics and alliances.
He had seen it in the way you looked at him, how your eyes had lingered when he kissed the back of your palmâa small, fleeting moment that had unsettled him more than he cared to admit. He had sensed it the moment you welcomed him with that cold smile, that hint of mockery in your tone when youâd spoken of his dragon. Vhagar was meant to remind you of what he could bring to bear against your house, yet the you had barely blinked. Instead, youâd made a jest of it, turning the veiled threat back on him with the ease of a seasoned player in the game.
You wielded your wit like a blade, much like he wielded his sword. You had unsettled him in a way he hadnât expected. And that pull he felt towards you was as unwelcome as it was undeniable.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. This was not what he had come here for. He was not a boy, not some green fool led astray by a pretty face and a clever tongue. He was here for dutyâfor the future of his house. For his brotherâs crown. Y/N Baratheon might be all captivating, but she was merely a pawn he needed on his side, nothing more.
Aemond shook his head and returned to the letter.
I will continue to press our advantage and remind them where true power lies.
With a resolute shake of his head, Aemond signed his name to the letter.
Duty. Only duty.
The days at Stormâs End had settled into a routine of formal dinners and polite conversations, surrounded by the awful weather which seemed ever present outside the walls of the ancient castle. Aemond had been introduced to Lady Y/Nâs stepdaughters soon after his arrival, and each one, in her own way, seemed determined to gain his favour.
This was very much to Aemondâs annoyance, and very very much to your own entertainment. You held no great love for your stepdaughters, Floris was the only one you tolerated really. All four of them had been rather uncourteous to you when you, young as you were, not much older than the oldest of them, had first married their father so quickly after their motherâs death. You hadnât been able to voice how unfair it was for them to lay the blame for that on your feet when it was your father who had practically forced you into the union with Borros. After their fatherâs death the girls were pretty much on your mercy, and you had decided to be generous enough to keep them under your protection â they were your sonâs family after all, even if utterly tiresome. You supposed the responsibility to get them respectable marriages also befell on you, when you thought of Aemondâs offer.
Upon hearing the news of the arrival of a prince they had leapt at the chance to be introduced to him, which you had obliged. That ought to keep him occupied in the meantime, youâd thought with a smirk.
Cassandra, the eldest, had made the first move. She had practically thrown herself into the role of hostess, her wide-eyed enthusiasm grating on Aemond almost immediately.
âOh, Prince Aemond!â Cassandra exclaimed the moment they were introduced, clasping her hands together as though she were greeting a long-lost friend. âWhat a joy it is to finally meet you!â
Aemond inclined his head stiffly, already sensing where the conversation would go. She wasted no time in becoming over-familiar with the man who seemed to do nothing but ice her out. Cassandra was pretty enough, but her excitement bordered on ridiculous.
âTell me,â she continued, undeterred by his silence, âis it true that your dragon is the largest in the world? What a marvelous thing to behold! My father always hated those things but I assure you, I donât share his aversions one bitââ
Aemond barely managed to suppress an eye roll. Cassandraâs chatter washed over him like the ever-present rain outsideârelentless, loud, and entirely uninteresting. His mind wandered as she continued to babble about the wonders of dragonriding, and before he knew it, his gaze had drifted across the room to where you stood, speaking with one of your bannermen.
Unlike your daughters, you were calm, composed, your every movement deliberate. You had a way of carrying yourself that commanded attention without demanding it. There was no loudness, no need for theatrics. You simply were.
âPrince Aemond?â Cassandraâs voice interrupted his thoughts, and he blinked, realizing she had asked him a question he hadnât heard. He looked down at at her out of the corner of his eye, her eyes were wide with anticipation, waiting for a response.
He forced himself to focus. âThe sight of Vhagar is stunning, yes, though I doubt she would be as charmed by your enthusiasm as you imagine.â There were few who could stand before his great dragon and not buckle at the knees, he did not think the eldest of the Baratheon girls was one of those rare few.
Cassandra giggled, utterly oblivious to his lack of interest. âOh, I would never presume to charm a dragon! Iâm sure it takes someone with great strength and skill to command such a creature.â
Aemond only nodded, eager to end the conversation. His thoughts were already drifting back to you, who had now turned and caught him watching. You smiled faintly, a knowing glint in your eyes, before turning back to your conversation. He felt a flicker of frustration. You were too aware of his distraction, and it seemed you enjoyed keeping him off balance.
His encounters with Maris, the second eldest, were no better. Maris was clever, and her need to prove it often left him feeling as though he were being interrogated.
âPrince Aemond,â Maris began one evening during dinner, her eyes gleaming with a curiosity that made Aemond immediately wary. âIâve always been fascinated by Valyrian history. The legacy of Old Valyria, the blood of dragons⌠surely, someone like you must know its intricacies better than most.â
It was one of Aemondâs favourite topic of study, and thus, initially he was intrigued by her interest in it. âyes, I have read the histories diligently. What parts hold your particular interest?â
âOh the doom, of course.â And there she lost the prideful dragon-prince, for he was as attached to the legacy of his familyâs old homeland as one could be, at the mention of its downfall his face turned to an immediate grimace.
Which was apparently a hilarious scene.
A stifled laugh from the other end of the table made him lift his eye off the younger girl to you, who were hiding your mouth behind the white napkin.
His gaze had drifted to you many times that night already. You had sat at the head of the table, right across from him. Your demeanour blasĂŠ, unbothered by the efforts of your stepdaughters to capture his attention. Every now and then, your eyes would meet his, and there would be that faint glimmer of amusement in your gaze, as though the entire charade was a source of quiet entertainment for you. And now, you had dared to openly laugh.
It irked him, the way you seemed to understand his thoughts without him ever voicing them.
Maris pressed on, oblivious to his distraction. âIâve read that Valyriaâs fall was as much due to internal strife as external forces. The dragons, the magicâsuch power, yet they crumbled from within. Do you think that fate could ever repeat itself here, in Westeros? Could our dragons fail us the way theirs did?â
That question got on his nerves and Aemondâs patience frayed. His thoughts were still tangled with you, and the incessant questioning only worsened his mood. He glanced at Maris, his tone sharp. âYou ask too many questions than are appropriate, I think, of a noblewoman, Lady Maris.â
Maris blinked, caught off guard by the sudden coldness in his voice. For a moment, her confidence faltered, and she offered a sheepish smile. âApologies, my prince. I suppose I can be a bit⌠overzealous.â
Aemond said nothing, his gaze flicking back to you, now sipping wine with an expression unreadable, though the faintest trace of a smile lingered at the corners of your lips. You raised your goblet slightly in a mock toast, eyes sparkling with levity as if you knew how little interest he had in your stepdaughters.
You both became the last two to depart from the dining hall that night, and walked back to your chambers in stride with each other. The corridors of Stormâs End were quiet, save for the soft rustling of your gown and the faint echo of footsteps. With a sly glance, you broke the silence.
âYou were rather harsh with poor Maris tonight,â you said, your voice carrying a playful lilt. âI think you might have left her heart in pieces. All that talk of Valyrian history and you simply dismissed her with a single, icy look. Quite the cruel prince, arenât you?â
Aemond cast a sideways glance at you, âI have little patience for those who speak without thought.â he stiffly replied.
You let out a soft, playful laugh, eyes twinkling with mischief, completely unbothered by his frigid demeanour âYes, I noticed. But tell me, Your Grace, do you always deal with such cruelty, or was Maris simply the unlucky target of your wrath?â
Aemond slowed his pace, his gaze narrowing slightly as he looked down at you. âI am not cruel by nature, Lady Y/N. But I value directness. Your stepdaughters prefer to dance around what they truly want.â His voice lowered, carrying a hint of something more, something that suggested this conversation was no longer about Maris. âI prefer a more⌠forthright approach.â
You arched an eyebrow, your smile deepening, though your eyes remained sharp. âForthrightness is an admirable trait,â you mused, the tone almost purring. âBut sometimes a little patience goes a long way, donât you think? Not everything worth having is so easily won.â
Aemond stepped closer, closing the gap between you as you walked. His gaze was intense, his voice dropping to a whisper. âIs that what this is, then? A game of patience?â His eye flickered over your face, searching for some crack in your composure, some indication that he was getting through the walls you so carefully kept in place.
It would be so easy, you found yourself thinking, for something to occur between the two of you in this very hallway, without no one being the wiser. You couldnât deny, the temptation was there for you. What you could not predict was how similar line of thinking was running through the princeâs head as well, how painfully easy it would be for him to press you against the stone wall and take you then and there. He wasnât sure youâd even resist.
He forced himself to steer clear of those thoughts when he next spoke, âI wonder, Y/N, how long you intend to keep me waiting.â
You stopped walking, turning to face him fully, Â gaze unwavering. The flirtatious spark in your eyes faded, replaced by the calculation of powers you had to keep track of every moment as the regent of the Stormlands. âWhat exactly are you waiting for, Prince Aemond?â you asked, your low voice carrying all the weight of a challenge.
Aemondâs eye darked, the tension between you both thickening. He leaned in, his voice low and smooth. âAn answer, perhaps. To the alliance. You know why I am here, and yet you continue to delay. You say patience is a virtue, but I wonder how much longer weâll pretend this is a game.â
Your lips twitched into a smile, though there was no warmth in it. âItâs late, my prince,â you replied after a beat, stepping back ever so slightly, putting just enough distance between you both to break the moment. âSurely, even a man as determined as you must know when the hour is too late for such discussions.â
Aemond hummed lowly in frustration, sensing the shift. You were pulling away, retreating just as he thought he had gained some ground. His voice remained steady, but there was a hard edge to it now. âThe hour is late, but the war waits for no one, My Lady.â
You sighed at his tenaciousness but did not reply, turning around towards your chamber âGood night, Prince Aemond. Do try to get some rest. Youâll need itââ You turned to have one final look at him as you closed your doors, ââI believe Cassandra is planning on accompanying you to our library here in the morrow.â You smirked, as you shut the door on him.
Aemond stood still, his fists clenched at his sides. He had come close, but once again, you had slipped through his grasp, leaving him with nothing but the lingering tension and the maddening sense that you were still in control of this dangerous game.
Ellyn, the third-born, was, if anything, the easiest to deal withâif only because she was utterly uninspiring. She made no effort to engage him in conversation, content to let her sisters fight over his attention while she sat in silence, staring into her food.
âIt rains often here,â Ellyn said one afternoon, as they both stood by the windows watching the storm outside. âYou get used to it.â
Aemond glanced at her, waiting for more, but that was all she said. No follow-up, no elaboration, just a dull observation about the weather. He resisted the urge to sigh. This, too, was a waste of time.
He found himself watching you again, speaking with one of the castleâs servants in the courtyard. Even in these small, everyday moments, you commanded attention. It was infuriating how easily you pulled his focus away from everything else. He was here for an alliance, not to be distracted by a woman who was clearly dangling him like a childâs toy. What infuriated him even further was, he didnât think youâd meant for this to occur at all. He was falling into a trap all of his own making, tormented by his own desires. Your simple presence doused those flames. Who needed enemies when his own lust was doing the work.
As he caught you stretching your neck, clearly tensed and in pain after having to run around and manage the affairs of the household as well as the work that should have been your lord husbandâs, he could not stop himself from wanting to reach out and ease that burden for you. He wanted to ease all your burdens truth be toldâŚ
He closed his eye and took in a deep breath to steady himself. No, you were not the one he was here to court, at least not beyond courting an alliance.
Floris, the youngest, at least didnât waste his time. She barely spoke at all, her fear of him palpable. Every time he caught her looking at him, she would quickly avert her gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. At dinners, she sat in near silence, her eyes fixed on her plate, only daring to glance up at him when she thought no one was looking.
Floris was undeniably beautiful, he noted one night at dinnerâdelicate features, soft dark hair, and a quiet grace that set her apart from her more eager sisters. She had a certain fragility, the kind that made her seem as though she might shatter under the weight of his gaze alone.
As he had expected, the moment their eyes met, alarm crossed her expressions. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she quickly averted her eyes, her hands fidgeting, fingers trembling ever so slightly.
Aemond allowed a moment of silence before speaking, his voice low and steady. âLady Floris, youâve barely spoken all evening.â Floris was startled, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes flickered up to him for the briefest moment before falling back to her lap. âI... I didnât wish to intrude, my prince,â she stammered.
He leaned forward ever so slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. âDo I frighten you, Lady Floris?â Her eyes darted to him again, wide and filled with anxiety, but she couldnât bring herself to answer. Aemond leaned back, feeling more indifferent than curious now.
Floris was beautiful, yes, but her beauty was fleeting to him. It lacked depth. His mind wandered, almost involuntarily, to you. How could he think of Floris when her stepmother sat just across the table, quietly capturing his eye without ever saying so much as a word?
You were something else entirelyâyour beauty had a sharpness to it, a confidence, a power that Floris sorely lacked. You knew your worth and how to wield it, and it was the graceful way you held yourself that lingered in his thoughts far longer than Florisâs timid presence ever could.
You took no note of him this time, too engrossed in conversing with your bannermen Ser Byron. Aemond couldnât explain why the sight of you leaning towards him and talking in whispers with the man set the hair on the back of his neck on fire. That closeness with another man was not appropriate of an unmarried woman, he bitterly opined.
He was glad when Ser Byron had to abruptly leave after a servant delivered him a letter in the middle of dinner. But the hurried steps the knight took also arose his suspicions about the letters contents. âHas something happened?â he had asked you as he watched Swann leave, you simply dismissed it as some trivial dispute among your staff that needed mediating. He said nothing but did not think to take your word as it was.
Like a moth to a flame he sought you out once more as you walked back to your chambers. Sensing he was following you with quiet, almost hidden footsteps you abruptly spoke up âYou seem troubled, my prince,â smiling at him as you stopped in your tracks and turned around towards him, âAre my stepdaughters proving too much for you to handle?â
âThey are persistent,â Aemond replied, his tone carefully neutral. That earned him the first real, open laugh he had heard out of you. âYes I suppose that is one way to put it. Are you still as adamant on marriage with one of them after meeting them or have we finally deterred you?â
The prince stuck out his chin most stubbornly, âI still intend to secure the alliance if that is what you ask.â That caused your smile to falter as you shook your head and turned towards your chambers, âof course you do.â Here you were delighted at one light moment with the dark prince, but Aemond Targaryen was nothing if not steadfast.
âYour persistence could almost give theirsâ competition.â You teased before leaving.
Aemondâs patience was bound to eventually run its course. For days, he had watched you receive messages, carried in by suspicious birds, and each time youâd dismissed his inquiries with vague answers and a smile that only fuelled his frustration. After receiving a letter from his grandsire demanding to know his progress, he realised he had very little to show for his time here and decided he had been played with quite enough. Tonight, he had no intention of being so easily brushed aside.
He strode through the corridors, his jaw clenched, his boots striking hard against the stone floor. Without hesitation, he pushed open the heavy door to your chambers. Inside, you sat on an ornate desk, your husbandâs, a letter in hand, with your gaze flicking up to meet his slowly. You didnât flinch, didnât move. You merely raised an eyebrow, as though his intrusion was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
âPrince Aemond,â you greeted scornfully, not attempting to hide your displeasure at his unannounced entry, âYou enter, insolently, without permission. I hope you have an urgent excuse behind such an incursion on my privacy?â
âEnough of your games, Lady Y/N,â Aemond snapped, his voice dangerous as he advanced toward you. âIâve seen the ravens, the messages youâve been receiving. Do not insult me by pretending I do not know who they are from.â He spat out.
You remained still, your expression unreadable as you took your time to set the letter aside. "And who, pray, do you imagine my correspondents to be?â you refused to match his tone, carefully keeping yourself in check.
âThe bitch mother of bastards â Rhaenyraâ Aemond hissed her name like it was a curse. âYouâve been stringing me along, all this while sending your little birds to her. I wonât be made a fool, not by you.â
Your eyes flashed at the accusation, but your voice remained steady, cutting. âFoolishness is something one brings upon oneself, Your Grace. If you feel such, do not lay the blame at my feet.â
The princeâs temper flared, and he walked forward in a swift stride, his presence filling the room with barely contained fury. He pressed his fingertips on your dark oak desk, to imposingly lean forward towards where you sat. If the feeling of looking up at a furious dragonlord pressing down upon you made you scared at all, you didnât show it. âDo not make the mistake to think I am unaware of your little schemes. Keeping me here, playing coy while you weigh your options. But I warn you, Y/Nââ
You took a breath, your chin lifting as you met his gaze head-on, Â interrupting his little speech âYou warn me?â Your voice dropped, deadly calm, as you slowly rose from where you sat to match his stature. âAnd what will you do, Aemond? Bring your dragon down upon me? Burn Stormâs End to ash because I donât bend to your will?â
Aemondâs lips twisted into a cold smile, his voice softening into something more dangerous. âYou think I wonât?â This was not a man who would let insults go unanswered.
You were the stormâs daughter too though, not one to back down at the first sight of strong winds. âBurn it down if you wish, but it will not win you the Stormlands. It will not win you this war.â
You stood only inches apart now, close enough for you to feel him breathing down on you. Aemondâs eye narrowed, his anger palpable as he spoke, each word laced with cruel intent. âIt would be nothing more than rubble if I wished it, and you, Lady Baratheon, would be nothing more than a forgotten name in the ashes.â
Your eyes blazed with fury, never leaving his as you sidestepped the table to stand next to him. âYou think threats will bend me? That I am some weak-willed lady whoâd cower before your dragonâs mere breath?â Your voice was sharp, holding back a tidal wave of anger. âI am no stranger to men like you, men who believe they can brandish fear like a sword.â After all, Borros had tried to break you and failed, you had prevailed over him. Your son was your victory. Now your husband laid six leagues under the ground while you sat on his seat. If Aemond Targaryen thought he could break you, he would be proven wrong too. âKnow thisâStormâs End will stand long after you and your beast are dust. Dragon fire or not.â
They were too close, the air around them crackling with the force of their anger. For a moment, neither spoke, their eyes locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to give an inch. The heat between them had shifted, it had become something trecherous, as Aemondâs gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes.
Without warning, the tension snapped.
Aemond moved first, his hand gripping your arm as he pulled you to him, his mouth crashing down onto yours with a force born of fury as much as lust. You responded in kind, your fingers grabbing onto his leather coat as you kissed him back with equal fervour, both of yoursâ anger feeding the fire that had long been building between you.
Aemondâs hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers almost clawing at your soft skin. Your hand instinctively bawled itself around the leather beneath it, pressing your body impossibly close to his.
It was not a kiss of tenderness, but of conquest, a desire ignited by the very battle that raged between you âfierce and unrelenting. Neither of you attempted to be gentle, perhaps being rough and demanding was just in both yoursâ natures.
Aemond only broke the kiss to knock down the various trinkets that had been occupying the late Lord Baratheonâs desk, to then lift you with ease and make you sit atop it. You felt guilty at destroying your late husbandâs things so callously as you caught sight of the now broken, spilled ink bottle on the floor, when the thought of how Borros had never even bothered to learn how to read to actually make use of the thing, made it disappear. Besides the dragon prince did not leave you much time to have thoughts anyway. His mouth was soon upon yours once again, as he parted your legs to make space for himself between them.
When his cold hand suddenly slipped underneath your heavy black dress, you couldnât suppress a gasp at the feeling, which he used to slip his tongue inside you, deepening the kiss. The feeling of his hand trailing up your thigh made the hair on the back of your arms stand. Your hand found its way to the princeâs perfectly kept up hair, entangling themselves in his silver locks in knots, as if you wanted to ruin it, ruin him. When you tugged at his tresses sharply, you caused him to growl into the kiss, a sound which made you deliciously crave for him.
It seemed you had called forth some beast in that act though, for Aemond abandoned your lips entirely and the hand on your thigh moved towards your core, starting to remove your small clothes. In your own impatience, you helped him guide the cloth down till it was off of you, your hand then moving to undo his breeches with hurried fingers.
You gasped at the feeling of having his length in your hand, it had been a long time since youâd felt anything similar, having been widowed many moons ago. You spat in your hand to use it as moisture before you pulled on his manhood firmly, feeling your cunt become warm and wet at the very feeling of having him in your palm. Aemondâs breathing had become more ragged, responding to your actions. His hand found your neck, pressing itself around the frail little thing till you saw stars and the movement of your hand became sloppy, but you never once told him to stop. Your head titled back as if transported off Stormâs End to a world altogether new in pleasure. When his hand finally released you, you coughed back to reality, and your hand stilled.
His hands moved to your shoulder as he pulled himself to your ear to breathe down, âI donât remember telling you you could stop, Lady Baratheon.â His words left you on edge and you swallowed, quickly nodding as you continued to move your hands over his now hardened length. He gave you a twisted smile, as his hand faintly pulled your hair stands away from your face, âYou look more suited to play this obedient servant of the crown than that feeble attempt at playing the lord of the castle you have been doing, my lady.â
Even if your brain could have managed to come up with some biting remark for him, the sudden invasion of two of the princeâs spindly fingers inside your pussy cut those thoughts out. âSeven hellsâ you cussed out at the feeling. Aemond hummed approvingly at your response. His free hand found itself pulling on the gown as it draped over your shoulders, tearing the cloth with a screech so it would expose to him your bare shoulder.
His lips moved over the uncovered, soft skin of yours with gentleness which contradicted the brutal pace at which his hand moved against the walls inside you. It seemed he wanted to torture you with his pace, tease you just as much as punish you for how you had been holding out on him since he had arrived. Aemond Targaryen demanded nothing if not complete control, and you had taken that from him the moment you had met him. Such a treasonous act demanded retribution.
You felt a sharp pain when his lips against your skin were replaced by his teeth, biting hard enough to leave the place blue for the next day, but not content with letting you adjust to just that, he also placed another finger inside you in that moment, overwhelming you with sensations.
âAemondââ you gasped, only to have him command you, âyou do not yet have the leave to call me by name. if youâre forgetting your manners, we can cease this nowâ âno!â the negation tumbled out of your mouth embarrassingly fast, the feeling of his fingers moving inside you having caused all your previous haughtiness and resolve to disappear. âYour Graceââ You corrected yourself, ââI think⌠I think Iâmâ before you could get the word close out of your mouth, you found yourself suddenly empty, his fingers removed.
You didnât know if you had it in you to beg him to fuck you, but thank the gods you didnât have to go that far. For it only took a moment for Aemond to replace his hand with his cock, filling you in one go till tears formed in your eyes. He mercilessly filled you till there was nothing left but the tight of feeling your walls squeezing around him. âWhen was the last time you were properly fucked, hm? Did fat old Borros Baratheon even fill this cunt half way?â He taunted you, but you could merely moan in reply, your mind clouded.
He emptied you and let manhood hit you to the tilt once more in a swift action, knocking the wind out of you, your mouth hanging open in a silent gasp. Aemond did not prepare you for his pace by starting slow, but instead pulled out and pulled back inside of you with the full force of his length till your fingers grabbed the edge of the desk beneath you for some kind of support. His hips moved at a brutal pace, his hands holding onto your legs to keep you in place, to keep you open for him. You hadnât been fucked in so long, to be filled like this repeatedly was too much for you. You shook your head and tried to keep a hand on his chest, âslower, please⌠your graceâŚâ your breathed, the knot in your stomach tightening.
âshhhâ in an act of uncharacteristic tenderness, Aemond pulled you to himself till your chin rested on his shoulder, his hips never ceasing their assault. ânot yet.â You whined at his denial, tears starting to run down your cheeks, but you did not reject him. He continued to touch your sensitive spot with each thrust, and you simply took it, almost helpless in your obedience.
âHow docile, how sweetâŚâ he cooed. He liked this, for the first time since Vhagar had landed in these lands he had felt a sense of control. It wound him up more than anything else, to have you in his hands, for the first time his plaything, rather than the other way around. The way he could elicit your face to distort in pleasure, cause you to give up that stature of authority and move as he commanded, made him harder than he thought possible.
The way your breathing had become more rapid and your walls were closing in around him, he knew you couldnât this take much longer, and so he finally allowed, âLet yourself come on your princeâs cock, Y/Nâ You curled your toes at the pleasure surmounting, your mouth unable to stifle a cry as you came around his cock. Your cum streamed down your thighs, ruining the dress you wore in the process.
The act had left you too tired to even sit up, you collapsed till your back hit the wood of the desk as Aemond continued to chase his high inside you. You could only whimper at the feeling, till you felt his cock twitch and unburden itself inside you, your mind too numb to protest.
As Aemond pulled out of you, you closed your eyes attempting to even out your breathing and calm your heart. Your mouth had gone dry and an ache had formed between your legs from the vigour of the princeâs pace.
The sound of the princeâs leaving steps sounded across the room till the door he had brazenly pushed open earlier, shut close shut behind him. Once you were alone you finally opened your eyes and sat up on the table.
As you walked over to the washbasin your servants had placed in the corner, to splash water to cool down the fire the prince had ignited within you, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Dishevelled hair, torn clothes and flushed cheeks. This wasnât how youâd expected your negotiations to leave you.
Aemond was up at the crack of dawn, despite the little sleep he had received the night before, his body too set in its routine to allow him to sleep in. Heâd remained distracted all morning though, from his usual training to breakfast, his mind still buzzed from the night beforeâ with you.
His thoughts lingered on the memory of your body pressed against his, the taste of your lips still vivid in his mind. Truth be told such thoughts had barely allowed him to sleep, he had to do everything in his power to restrain himself from marching down to your chambers to have you once again. Come morning, it seemed his feet had made up their own mind as they carried him to the grand hall where you broke fast every morning, determined to speak to you. But speak to you about joining the war, or joining him, he wasnât sure as he took strong steps towards those stone gates, until a shaky, scared servant reluctantly blocked his way with bowed head.
âPrince Aemond,â the servant began cautiously, âLady Baratheon is indisposed this morning.â That gave him pause. Now that he looked around, there seemed to be more activity around the castle, it was certainly peopled with more men than usual. There was something different in the air, you were up to something. The servant carried on stammering âShe-she re-regrets that she is unable to see you, but she extends the c-c-courtesy of allowing you to escort one-one of her stepdaughters for the dayâŚ.should you wish.â
Aemondâs jaw tightened at the message, his eyes narrowing slightly. It wasnât the refusal that stungâhe had known you would be up plotting, woman of action as you are âbut the implication that he should entertain one of your stepdaughters instead. His mind briefly flickered to Floris, Cassandra, Maris, and Ellynâeach dull and uninspiring in their own ways. None of them possessed your sharpness, your strength. His patience for their company had worn thin days ago, and now, after the night he had shared with you, the thought of spending an entire day with one of them felt intolerable.
âWhich of the ladies would you prefer to accompany today, m-m-my prince?â the servant asked, still refusing to meet his eye. Aemond barely suppressed a sneer. âNone,â he stared at the closed gate ahead of him. He wondered what you were doing behind those doors, wondered if you were mulling over his proposal or planning how to betray him to his half-sister. He wanted to know how you were thinking of this situation, how your mind would tick at the facts before it. He wanted you. He placed one hand on the stone gate, feeling the cool surface beneath his palm. You were so close to him, almost within his reach.
Yet, he thought as with decisive steps he turned around and started to walk away, so far.
He spent the day inspecting the grounds, trying to gauge the situation. He understood soon youâd called your bannermen to counsel you, but which way they would sway you remained unknown.
He mulled over the previous night in his mind often, no matter how much he tried to deny how he felt with you, he had to admit you had awoken something in him. You were unlike any woman he had seen â someone bold, someone who challenged him. You had surrendered in the end, but not without making him work for it. It had been a hollow victory, one that left him dissatisfied and wanting for more.
As the day wore on Aemond found himself restless. The usual routine of the castle felt stifling, and your absence only deepened his bitterness. By nightfall, his frustration had grown, it was perceptible in the way he stared into the fire, sitting in his chambers, waiting for news.
A soft knock at the door of his eerily quiet chambers alerted him. Aemond straightened, his brow furrowing as he rose to open it. Beating him to it, to his surprise, you opened it without invitation, dressed in nothing but a white, silk nightgown. The firelight flickered behind him, casting a warm glow across your features.
Your lips curved into a faint smile, âI hope Iâm not disturbing you, my prince,â you teased. Aemondâs gaze lingered on you in a suspicious manner, his expression unreadable. âYou rarely come without purpose, my Lady. What is it tonight?â
You stepped inside, closing the door behind you as you moved further into his chambers. âAfter much consultation with my bannermen,â you began, your voice steady with a note of finality, âI have made my decision.â
He was intrigued as he matched your steps to meet you half way across his chambers, agitated to hear this âAnd what have you decided?â
 âStormâs End will declare for King Aegon.â
Aemondâs chest tightened, his thoughts racing as he processed your announcement. He had done it, finally done it. He had brought you to his brotherâs side, fulfilled the promise he had made to his mother and grandsire. He had proven himself worthy. He would not be the son who shirked duty like his brother, no, he would be considered the one who stepped up when his family needed him most. His chest swelled in self-pride at the thought.
But there was something more to it of course, he thought as he saw how your eyes followed his every move, as if attempting to pierce through him and grasp his soul. He had to be in your debt for this, he knew that. He wasnât sure how well he could have done at his task had you made up his mind against him. âThe crown will not forget your loyaltyâ his leather boots took the final steps to close the gap between you both, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you to his chest. He stared down at you as he added in a whispered voice ââŚand Iâm certain it will find a way to express its immense gratitude.â
You words were raspy as you answered staring up at him, captivated. âConsider it a reward for your⌠persistence.â He hummed in response, bending just a little so his lips were at level with yours, never touching but hovering like phantoms.
Your own lips curved upwards as you began to comment with a hint of amusement âMy stepdaughters will be waiting with bated breath, eager to hear which one of them youâll choose as your bride.â
Aemondâs grip on your waist tightened slightly, he turned his head so his nose grazed your neck as he took in your scent, his breath tickling your skin. âAny suggestions to make my choice easier? You do know them better than anyone.â He muttered against you, before pressing his lips to your ear lightly.
You tilted your head thoughtfully, allowing him access to your neck, trailing kisses down it. âCassandra is the eldest,â you began dryly. âBut sheâs air-headed, always prattling on about nonsense. I donât think Iâve ever heard a sensible word out of that one.â
Aemond chuckled softly, as he considered your words. âAnd the others?â he baited you to go on, his hands starting to lift your sheer nightgown to allow his fingertips to graze your thighs.
âMaris is clever,â you continued, your breathing hitched at his actions though there was a flicker of exasperation in your voice as you added âToo clever, sometimes. That girl never learned the art of silence. Always chattering, always thinking she knows better.â You sighed, your expression shifting to mild disdain. âEllyn is dull. Always whining about somethingânothing ever pleases her.â
Aemond arched a brow, smirking, finding your frankness far more entertaining than the thought of any of these girls. âAnd Floris?â
You laughed softly, a melodic sound that carried a trace of mockery. âFloris is beautiful, yes. But sheâs already scared half to death by the mere sight of you.â Your eyes flicked to his face, and before he could react, you lifted your hand and reached toward his eyepatch, smitten. âI wonder why that is...â
Your fingers brushed the edge of the leather patch, but before you could go any further, Aemondâs hand shot up, gripping your wrist firmly. He pulled your hand away, his gaze dark and intense as he leaned closer. âAnd you, my lady?â he asked, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it. âAre you no longer scared?â
Your lips parted slightly, and your heart raced as you stared up at him, unflinching. A slow, wicked smile spread across your face. âYou could not scare me if you tried,â you murmured, goading him.
In a flash Aemond had pulled you to him by grabbing your wrists. He wrapped his long, slender fingers around those dainty things, and pulled them behind himself, till you crashed into his lips.
With your body held captive like this you felt as if this was the prince taking his war prize in advance of the actual battle. His lips left no room for you, gave you no quarter. You werenât protesting much about the abduction though. The prince may conduct himself as an aloof noble, a dragonrider who was above mere mortals in public, but when alone like this, youâd realised he showed a hunger of a poor man, a man denied, who was searching for his redemption.
He only released your hands to lift you up, your legs wrapping around his thin torso for dear life as he swiftly carried you to the bed, your lips refusing to leave his even as your arms hung around his shoulders for anchor. It was only when he threw your back to the mattress that he broke the kiss. You realised the prince was already hurrying with untying the strings which held his breeches, an impatience within him.
He used his knee to pry open your legs, making room for himself between them as he took his cock out in his hands and helped himself, looking down on the site of you sprawled all out for him, in just a sheer nightgown. Hair all over the place, legs open and ready to receive him. He mused with the hint of a smirk, how the mighty, commanding lady Baratheon had been reduced to this state.
You could feel his gaze upon you as if dragonfire itself, but you refused to turn away. You looked into his face, the expression of fervour in his eyes. He had you under him, in every way possible, and you knew he was relishing in that feeling. He had his army, and he had the woman.
You, on the other hand, were far more discreet in your sense of achievement. After the day of discussions you had had, the terms you and your bannermen had drawn up, you knew that the crown would not get the Stag for cheap. But you were happy to let them enjoy in this victory before you presented your full terms, after all a content prince was probably easier to haggle with than an irked dragonrider.
Yet still, the thought popped in your head as the prince leaned forward to enter you, pressing you beneath his weight, you didnât have to give up all your sense of control. Your legs hooked around him, and your palms pushed at his shoulders to flip you both.
âYou are our guest under this roof. Allow me, my prince.â Your voice sounded more as if you were taking charge, than acting the welcoming host. Last night he had been the one to make you feel helpless, and as much as you had enjoyed the feeling, you werenât one to take what came at you lying down either.
You were the one looking down at him now, his silver hair covering the white sheets till the colours melted under the moonlight, his expression remained distrustful, still reluctant to allow himself to be beneath you, give you the reins this once. You didnât want to allow him to dwell on that feeling and change your positions. You wasted no time in lifting yourself up and gathering your nightgown till it pooled around your stomach, taking his length in your hand and positing it with your cunt.
If the prince was going to protest, those words left him as soon as your warmth sunk down on him. He grunted as his head titled back in pleasure, your eyes unable to leave the sight of him as you yourself bit down on your lower lip at the feeling of the initial insertion.
âSÄŤr Čłrdaâ so tight, he let out through gritted teeth as his hands found your hips, though you were unable to understand his ancient tongue you took it as encouragement. You placed your palms on his chest for support as you rolled yourself on his cock, feeling him hit your spot with every move. You hadnât been this bold with your late husband, who would visit you every second day to pump himself in you with a few thrusts and leave once he was satisfied. You would have never had the liberty to take him on like this, riding atop him, chasing your pleasure impaling yourself on such a cock.
You kept your movements slow, with little experience in such a position you didnât think you could take faster snaps before becoming overcome. The prince had already displayed his aversion for patience though.
His hands moved to snake themselves around your waist fully as he sat up, âallow me, my ladyâ he almost mockingly threw your words back at you, with an almost sadistic half-smile. He lifted you slightly before thrusting himself upwards at you, quicker each time. You drew in a sharp breath at the feeling of becoming filled so fast, again and again and again. You refused to give him the satisfaction of telling him to slow down this time though, simply bracing yourself to take him.
Still subconsciously looking for some semblance of control, your fingers found his hair. you couldnât help yourself from clutching at his long locks, jerking his face to jut out his chin. He grunted lowly in response, his hand coming down on your buttocks suddenly with a loud smack as punishment. You whimpered at the sensation; in pleasure or pain, you werenât sure. Your eyes wandered to the pale skin of his neck, how it glistened with sweat under the moon. You pressed a kiss to it, tender, trailing up to his lips as you felt your thighs becoming feeble with his every movement. You moaned as you kissed him fully, your tongue slipping inside his mouth.
You felt his fingertips slip under your nightgown and trail up and down your back almost affectionately, but his cock hit your walls so mercilessly you could feel a throbbing ache. He was a storm of contradictions, Prince Aemond. Just when you thought you could understand him, he would turn everything upside down.
He gave you agony and satisfaction in such an equal measure, your body had become mush, acting only on his unsaid whims. He broke the kiss to gaze upon your serene face, twisted from the bombardment of sensations. âDo you swearââ he thrusted into you, ââfealtyââ another thrust, ââto your prince?â
You were so close now, you could feel it, your nails were digging themselves in his skin, breaking it. You couldnât answer him in your haze, which caused him to slap your bare buttocks once more, âyesâ you immediately replied with a gasp.
âMy prince Iâm close⌠AemondâŚâ Aemondâs hand reached to hold your face in his hand as you could feel that wave of pleasure about to crash, âcome undone for me, y/nâ he whispered in your ear, which broke the dam for you.
You chanted his name as you came, feeling him reach his peak in your walls soon after. Somewhere far in your mind you had the thought to obtain some moontea the next day, seeing as you had allowed the Targaryen inside you twice now, but in that moment, you pushed such things aside. You sat together, you stradling his lap, him still inside you, his face pressed to the crook of your neck as he panted lightly with exertion. Your hand reached to brush the hair falling down his back as you sat there, with only the moon to witness your moment of solace.
He finally broke the silence with a hum, pulling you both down to place you next to him in bed, not bothering to pull out of you. âStay.â His words had the force of an order, but his eyes pleaded a request. You smiled at the fondness he couldnât bring his tongue to convey but that his expression betrayed. âAs you wish.â You felt no hurry to leave his side either, you realised.
The soft light of dawn filtered into the room, casting a pale glow across the stone walls. Aemond stirred, the warmth of the bed a stark contrast to the chill in the air. His hand stretched out to find you missing from his side. He looked around the room, and didnât allow his face to disclose the relief he felt when he saw you were still with him. You stood in your nightgown, staring out the window in silent contemplation.
Aemond sat up, as you turned to face him, realising that your expression was at ease, but there was a trace of calculation behind your eyes, as though the events of the night before were already giving way to something more pragmatic.
âWe need to work out the details of the treaty,â you stated as a morning greeting, stepping away from the window and crossing the room toward him. âBefore the official declaration of Stormâs End for King Aegon, we must solidify the alliance, the exact conditions.â Gone was the sultry Lady Baratheon of the night. In the morning it would be the reigning lady of the house who was meeting him. âAnd you need to decide which of my stepdaughters it will be.â You matter-of-factly added.
Aemond studied you for a moment. There was no playfulness in your tone now, no teasingâonly the cold reality of the marriage alliance that had brought him to your doorstep in the first place.
You were no longer the naĂŻve girl who had held hopes of falling in love with your husband when you had first married. Borros had made sure of disabusing you of that notion. All that stood in place of that girl now was a hardened woman, one who knew fiction from reality. And a prince falling for her was certainly the former. You would get what you needed, security for your son, and Aemond would achieve his objective and marry one of your husbandâs pliant girls. You held no grudge against him, you were just interested in moving along with what needed to be done.
He did not share your straightforward view though, because as he considered your words, something else occurred to him, something that made his lips twitch into a faint smirk.
âIt occurs to me now,â he began, almost thoughtful, âthat my specific instructions were to secure House Baratheon through a marriage alliance. It was never specified that it must be one of Borrosâ daughters that I marry.â
Surprise overtook you so fast your face couldnât hide it under its usual, crafted mask. You watched him in silence for a moment, your brow arching ever so slightly. Did he jest? Or did he mean what you believed he did?
âAnd what exactly are you suggesting, my prince?â you did not want to bring your hopes up, you had trained yourself not to, yet your measured voice carried an unmistakable edge. A glimmer of hope.
Aemond rose from the bed, his gaze never leaving you. Heâd met all four of your daughters and not one of them held his interest for a moment. You though, were intelligent and knew how to hold yourself against him. You wouldnât be a pretty liability he would have on his arm, but an intelligent counsellor to be at his side through the upcoming war. He recognised the value that would have. In addition to that, even he couldnât deny the attraction he had for you, how your magnetism pulled him in. He couldnât resist you if he tried.
So then why try? A voice in his head had dared. Why try, when marrying you would secure the Baratheonâs just as much as marrying any of those silly girls would.
He walked to you, his smirk deepening as he spoke. âIâm suggesting that there may be a more suitable match within House Baratheon than your stepdaughters.â
Your lips pressed into a thin line, attempting to suppress a full grin. âAn intriguing offer. I would love to see Otto Hightowerâs expression when heâs apprised of that.â From what you knew of the Hand, he wasnât a man who took to surprises warmly. âLeave my grandsire to me.â He assured you as he stretched to place his hands on your arms as a pledge. âAll you need to worry about is preparing for your arrival at Kingâs landing.â He would tell Otto Hightower what he knew to be the truth: having you by his side would bring all of them closer to victory, than the alternative.
A slow smile broke across your face, you stood on your toes to press a quick kiss to him. âAs my Prince commands.â You finally answered, your words on their face were an open attempt at fawning at him, but he could sense the oblique pride and challenge that hid behind them. You hadnât even known how youâd managed it, but even as he stood as the one who had achieved all his aims, you felt like the victor in this arrangement.
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PART TWO OF THE PROJECT / part one â.á â
pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader
âŚsummary: The inevitable closeness and attraction with Chan is still there, once he can finally touch you, it only remains for him to show you slowly a little bit of his world.
⥠genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, grinding, clitplay, fingering, handjob, mutual masturbation, piv, pet names, hints of fluff.
word count: 8.2k
miniplaylist: house of balloons by the weeknd / 2 on by tinashe / collide by justine skye / lost in the fire by the weeknd / connected by bang chan
masterlist - taglist ŕ Ë. áľáľ
a/n: i made it fluffier than it should be oops
After that night of released tensions, there was nothing but an obvious closeness between you and Chan, moments after you finished with your first oral sex, he saw you, so confused with such a sweet expression for him, tired, trying to recover, so wet between your orgasm and his saliva, so he held back, held back so much from not fucking you at that very moment, from pulling his cock out and waiting to be satisfied, so he only admired your exposed pussy once more, your body moving and closing your legs slightly slowly, him with such a sweet but arrogant smile. Chan wiped his mouth to approach you and give you a small kiss on your forehead, feeling close to him your agitated complexion and heavy breathing, you couldn't think of anything else but to regain your stability, but at the same time you wondered anxiously if after all the foreplay Chan would dare to fuck you. But you forgot it all once you felt a tender kiss on your face instead.
âGet some rest, baby, let's finish tomorrow, okay?â he whispered to you, shuddering every part of your sensitive body.
You assumed he was talking about the project. You obeyed him, cleaning up your little mess and did something you never thought you would do, at least not now, as unexpectedly as your hot encounter was, you offered him to sleep over at your apartment, a proposal which Chan accepted with much joy, his heart beating out of his chest, simply because he liked you too much, seeing him in such a sweet act as he read your shy movements when you told him that, beyond seeing himself as he used to before: spending the night at a woman's home since he wanted to fuck her all night but you⌠with your cheeks still hot, Chan knew perfectly well that your intentions were pure and out of kindness, and that drove him even crazier, out of tenderness.
He insisted on sleeping on the couch to not make you uncomfortable since you had an extra room but there was no other bed and you⌠swallowing all your pride persuading him that it was more than okay for him to sleep with you since you suddenly needed his body close to yours, you didn't tell him any of that, you just argued that he must be tired and that your bed was even more comfortable. He agreed, wearing your most oversized sweatpants you had, still fitting his muscular body, and you slept comfortably in his arms, after giving you a very pleasant experience.
He never acted weird afterward for any second, beyond simple giggles every time he saw you as he had in his mind the image of you so surrendered to him letting yourself be touched. However, other than that, Chan still behaved as normal, the small details for you were the hickeys you suddenly had to cover up, but he even became more attached to you, confusing you so much as you were starting to see a side of him that you had never felt or shown interest in knowing about anyone else. The project was a stressful success, Chan had it all, he was smart and attentive so for once in your life you didn't carry absolutely all the weight of academic work. After that day he sat near you every day, just talked and talked, went to lunch with you, and was so cute being genuinely interested in you in general.
Unlike him you had no other activity outside of college, he kept busy during the day, but being with a little more confidence towards you since that night, Chan was really managing to be able to make time off and see you off campus without it being too late, he would endeavor to sit and eat with you, ask you where you were and if he could take you to your apartment, where you invited him in and stayed for a while exclusively talking, in a slightly so tense atmosphere as the tension of both of you was so tangible; and so it went for the rest of the week. His closeness was so evident as he was not someone who went unnoticed around the university and you knew that there were already countless rumors that for Chan to be around you, so strangely behind you was because somehow you had already had sex or Chan was waiting to have it with you soon. Chan knew it too, the silly and immature rumors he didn't care unless he saw that they were bothering you, that's when he would act and stop everything⌠until then, the rumors weren't that bad, at least he thought so, he thought they were ridiculous and didn't care about them since at the end of the day he was with you.
On the other hand, your small circle of friends was severely puzzled as to what was going on between you and Chan, although not even you knew it clearly because you were really starting to like him, he was so cute and showed a genuine interest in you that it suddenly drove you crazy. You couldn't confess to them that you were considering him seriously, in such a short time.
It didn't bother you, your dirty little secret was that you enjoyed a wonderful night with Chan, so the little rumors made you a little proud as you had never experienced such a thing.
But you seriously liked Chan, he was so cute with you and a part of you didn't want him to only want you for sex, as you recognized he had a reputation, but you wanted to ignore it at all costs, you didn't want to be able to believe that all his kindness and attention was only focused on having sex afterwards, as all the rumors claimed, you had no idea how crazy you had Chan at your disposal and power.
And once again, Chan walked out of class with you, on a Friday, he looked so cute following you with a smile, just showing that he was so happy and comfortable to be with you. You both walked around the campus comfortably until he suddenly blurts out:
âMmm what are you doing today?â
He was so busy, but he would always make sure to make room for you, he really wanted to ask you out, he wanted you to hang out with him seriously, but he was suddenly so shy at the also new sensations for him, he had never liked someone of that magnitude, so purely that sometimes it came to scare him.
You looked into his eyes, his slitted, shining dark eyes, waiting for an answer. You were so confused, you wanted him all of a sudden, just for you, but you were so afraid of interpreting things and that at the end of the day⌠he only wanted you for pleasure. Sadly, just today you were going to see some friends, but you had already spent the rest of the week together, Chan seemed to just want to be with you.
âMmm, I'll see some friends.â
You saw his excited expression soften a little, somewhat disappointed.
âOh, I see. Can we meet tomorrow?â
You smiled at him, analyzing every detail of his face, suddenly questioning all the typical questions a delusional woman at that precise moment could ask herself, wondering if all the little moments you saw each other and spent together he counted as a date or if he ever really asked you out more formally, you honestly had no idea how that dating system worked, so you needed a little help from your friends as soon as possible, you were losing your breath just at the sight of him...
You were about to happily answer him a yes, glad to hear what his proposal would be to spend time together, but a boy interrupted you, walked around to meet Chan and squeezed him amicably by the shoulder.
âHey, dude, see you tomorrow, don't skip, okay?â the boy said to Chan with a smile, pointing at him amicably and just walking away.
The both of you were surprised by his sudden action and appearance and watched the muscular boy walk away. You decided to play a little.
âI guess you already had plans tomorrow.â
âThey don't matter. I can cancel anything to see youâ he quickly replied, making it look slightly intense, causing you to get a heat in your cheeks, quickly understanding what he meant.
Since when had you become so important to him?
You both paused for a few moments to get a better look at each other. His answer was so obvious but you still had your doubts.
You blinked in puzzlement, still with your cheeks red, which Chan found adorable and realized the tone his earlier comment may have sounded in, embarrassing him and turning his ears red, he was crazy about you, he needed you, he wanted to be with you and do all the sweet cheesy things, at the same time he wanted to balance it with the most amazing sex.
âWhat were your plans?â you asked again, still embarrassed and without thinking, averting the subject and your eyes from his gaze.
âAh it's nothing, a party at a club for one of the frat boys' birthday.â
You nodded, listening to him intently, as he mentioned it with such disinterest. Chan knew that a party was not your ideal environment and place, so he simply deflected that kind of event from you and wanted to do more kinds of things that would come in your mood.
You again appreciated the details of his face and suddenly thought of all the things you did that were related to you⌠but you didn't do things that were more like him, so without thinking once more you said, looking him in the eye:
âYou should go.â
Once again Chan's face showed disappointment, but that wasn't where you wanted to go.
âYou want me to goâŚ?â
âWe can go togetherâ you added suddenly, wanting to wipe the disappointment off his pretty face.
He was shocked by your decision, it wasn't that he didn't want to invite you, he just never considered that it would be something you wanted to do. Chan wasn't a party guy either, but he had to do it for the sake of the fraternity and for hanging out with his friends, giving him the reputation of a famous guy who liked to party.
âAh, sure, I'd love toâ he smiled at you, âI didn't suggest it because I didn't think you'd want to goâŚâ
You smiled back, feeling proud to turn the tables a little. It was a party, nothing out of this world, you didn't attend many regularly but you were slightly familiar, at least with the context and image of what it could be like, since honestly, you hadn't attended one ever and you felt a bit pathetic and nerdy every time you were with Chan, someone so knowledgeable and wonderful in all areas, you wanted to try new things, him and his little world.
âI want to goâ you replied confidently and suddenly fell into embarrassment, âOh I'm sorry, can I go?â
Chan licked his lips happily, somewhat strangely at your sudden enthusiasm for attending a college party, but genuinely happy. He didn't want to stay with the image of a partying college boy and part of a fraternity all his life, he wanted to be someone serious, he wanted you to take him seriously and see him with eyes that he was just a guy studying physics who liked a girl in his class and both of them could come up with a lot of things.
âSure you canâ he looked at you tenderly âWell, then how about if I pick you up tomorrow at 9?â
You nodded, your heart racing, not knowing where your boldness and bravery had come from so suddenly. Chan was impressed too but he liked you and just hoped you wouldn't be so disappointed, he recognized that college parties you could take as unusual, weird and boring. And it was true, they had never caught your attention, until Chan lightly involved you in them.
You didn't know what to expect, but you were slightly excited. And once again, Chan made sure to walk you to the place where you would meet your friend, raising glances from her and when you told her that you would go out with him for a party tomorrow she called you crazy, in a good way, and convinced you to buy a nice dress.
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You were nervous, as much as Chan was about taking you to his side, not as something official, but certainly taking such a big step, making everyone assume that you are that plus one to take everywhere, he wanted you like that, always close, his little crush was bearing more and more fruit and was even developing so many true and genuine feelings for you, he felt ridiculous, falling in love at his age⌠he was not a faithful believer of love until he met you, he wanted to be with you, to take care of you and dedicate his days to you.
All day long you were texting until the real moment came when he knocked on your door.
Your best friend gave you instructions and advice on what to drink, what to wear and what was the right makeup for such a night. Then you opened the door, leaving Chris engrossed, caught up in your perfume and as if he was in a movie, all in slow motion, in the typical scene where the guy recognizes that she's the girl and suddenly sees her ten times more attractive, that was partly the case, he always found you so attractive, both inside and out, but today, you looked in a way that even in his deepest fantasy he couldn't have imagined, in a tight black dress, without your glasses, your pretty eyes highlighted in shimmering makeup eyeshadow, your eyelashes long and curly, a blush that looked perfect on you and glossy lipstick on your lips that Chan suddenly wanted to kiss so badly.
Needless to say, you stole his breath away.
âYou look beautifulâ he mentioned.
Your cheeks naturally started to turn red. He wasn't far behind, he was so handsome, with his outfit, black shirt and pants with a cool design, his short brushed hair and a long chain decorating his neck and falling down his chest.
âYou look good tooâ you could say.
Chan chuckled. And proposed walking out to his car where he opened the door for you. He had his own car, but that first time the two of you met, he was so nervous that he walked to the coffee shop to see you. But now he controlled his nerves, but he didn't know exactly how to react or what to do to have you in intimacy again, not that he always idealized that, but it was a recurring thought in his head every time he thought of you, he thought of you and everything he loved about you, but also of that wonderful night when he made you see stars, in your bodies needing each other, he wanted so badly to repeat it, but he didn't want to pressure you as he didn't want you to see him as someone just looking for sex, when he really desired a connection with you.
Chan licked his lips, watching you out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help it, he wanted you in so many ways, first it was the sweet moment when he cherished every inch of you innocently, now he wanted to worship every inch of you so dirty, he wanted to possess you right there now, suddenly his clothes were so tight, just like your dress, he was lost and he would give it all just to touch you again, caress your thigh on the way, kiss you, but he had decided to be so cute with you and set all those limits until you spoke up, confirming to him what you wanted, if you wanted a relationship where you were just friends for pleasure, it would be painful for him, he would involve feelings, but he would be fine with that, but you were so shy and just pretended nothing had happened that night.
Chan cleared his throat, at the same time he had so many questions for you.
âMmm, you brought your ID, didn't you?â he spoke to break the silence.
You nodded. You were ready but as you got closer to your destination you regretted it more and more, but it was worth it to be close to Chan.
âAre you sure you want to go? Any time you want to leave we can do itâ he spoke again, slightly concerned.
You looked at him. Chan stopped the car at a red light. You recognized once again how handsome he looked, his strong arms on the steering wheel, all of him, you wanted to feel his lips again.
âI'll be fine. You think I'm a spoilsport?â
Chan laughed, looking you straight in the eye.
âIt's not that⌠it's just that,â he decided to be honest, âI never thought a club would be your kind of fun.â
You examined his face, flooding you with the ideas that he had you in a concept of an innocent studious girl, it was true, you didn't go to parties much and stayed in your apartment studying or just locked up watching some movie, but that Chan had you in that concept somehow caused you insecurity, you wanted to be for him everything he was looking for and you were so inexperienced with men that you didn't know clearly what it was he wanted. Whether the boring little version of you, or someone more outgoing that he might consider taking with his friends.
âIt's not,â you confessed, âBut a little party never hurt someone.â
Chan smiled and the green light illuminated his face. It wasn't a small party, it was a crowded club and his friend would be celebrating his birthday in a small VIP area. He just hoped you were ready.
And when you arrived everything was fine. Chan grabbed you by the waist, going straight to the security guy and showing some kind of card and let him in without waiting in line. You blinked in bewilderment, as the man didn't question anything at all and without realizing it, you were slowly making your way into the place. It was dark, smelled of air freshener and cigarettes and as you entered the music got louder, like Chan's grip on you.
You were inside, the lights illuminated both of you. For a second you forgot to recharge your social battery, but you would be fine, you convinced yourself, you would drink and at the end of the night you hoped to at least return to kiss Chan and you would have the silly excuse that the situation warranted it.
âLet's go to the VIPâ Chan shouted in your ear, which didn't sound like a shout, it sounded normal because of the volume of the music.
You tried to look at him, he looked so relaxed, like it was something he did often. You didn't know what he was talking about but you held your bag tighter and he kept holding you tightly by the waist and walking along with you, passing between groups of people, Chan was making sure you didn't bump into anyone, that no one touched or brushed against you, his face was so focused, almost as if it was his job, like a bodyguard, putting you more in a strange mood, liking him even more.
You noticed Chan stopped and changed the direction of his steps when he saw someone, you both walked up a few stairs and met a group of people away from the main dance floor.
Chan approached to a slim blond guy, with a drink in his hand and enjoying the loud music, Chan questioned him something inaudible to you, to which he responded with an exaggerated gesture with his arms, as if indicating that everyone was there. Chan looked around, while you felt lost, almost like a fish out of water, so exposed on a surface that wasn't yours, you didn't want to go home, but you just wanted to relax, stop tensing up and enjoy the moment.
âWell, everyone's hereâ Chan spoke loudly in your ear again. You nodded, âIt's Minho's party, another frat boy, Changbin dragged him here, but he's fun. I live with three other guys, I never told you before? Don't think it's twenty guys locked up in a house.â
You laughed, you were so focused on listening to him and he would suddenly come out with his comments.
âI'll introduce you to themâ he said again.
Moments later Chan introduced you to each of his friends, seven in total, the others just made comments on the air with their names. Chan was a gentleman but he never introduced a girl to his friends, not in such a formal way and between giggles showing his nervousness.
You tried to adjust and before you knew it you were comfortably engaged in a conversation with Hyunjin, Chan's friend and roommate. Then he showed up, somewhat jealous that you wouldn't stop talking to Hyunjin, but happy that you were getting along so well with someone close to him and adjusting to what can be an overwhelming environment, Chan asked you if you wanted something to drink to which you nodded saying whatever was fine, then you remembered about not trusting drinks to men, but it was Chan, you trusted him blindly. Chan wanted to spare you the fatigue of going through people to get a drink so he offered to bring it to you, plus you were comfortably seated, away from Hyunjin, but talking to him.
Within minutes of Chan leaving as he was confident you were fine with his close friend, Hyunjin left with regret as a girl called him on the phone and he claimed she had just arrived and he would go get her, he apologized and left, leaving you sitting and feeling strange. Half of Chan's friends were lost on the dance floor, you suddenly felt stranded, you were about to stand up, but you felt someone sit near you which you thought for a microsecond it would be Chan but your expression and excitement changed as you realized it was a stranger, boldly looking at your cleavage.
âCollege girl, right? A lot of college students tend to come here often, but someone like you I've never seen beforeâŚ. I'm Changwook, by the way.â
You sketched an awkward smile, you felt him unnecessarily close to you. You saw him, he looked older, he wasn't ugly, but his strange behavior completely displeased you. You didn't know what to say, you had nothing else to say but to get out of the situation.
âAre you here by yourself? Or are any of your friends around? And you're not drinking, honey, I'll buy you drinks, it would be a pl--â
âExcuse me.â
It was what you both could hear over the loud music, the voice was so familiar to you, it came out in such a loud and demanding tone, feeling so suddenly the presence of someone right in front of you. You felt so relieved to see Chan, just when you needed him. He was carrying a drink for the ones he went for but left it on the small table in front of the elongated couch you were sitting on. Chan could see your discomfort and your relief reflected on your face at the sight of him. The unknown boy just smirked at you and ignored you completely, despite noticing the obvious and obvious pout Chan was making at him.
âWell, what drink would you like to try, cutie?â he leaned close to your ear for you to hear, his thigh brushing against yours, you were uncomfortable.
Chan warmed his body furiously.
For some reason you were motionless, not knowing what exactly to do, you didn't want to be a girl in distress and helpless but it was all so new and sudden, the atmosphere of a club, a strange and dischargeable guy approaching you without leaving you space and seeing you dirtyâŚ.
âDidn't you fucking hear me? Get away from her.â
This time Chan repeated more annoyed seeing his attitude and that he had completely ignored him, plus he couldn't tolerate seeing you like that. The man looked up in annoyance and Chan gently took your arm so you could stand up, you took his hand and approached him almost like a helpless child in fear, relieved to be able to feel the warmth of his body close and him close in general.
The man was puzzled and understood everything, or at least he thought he did with an incredulous smile.
âAhh, you were coming with your boyfriend?â he commented and stood up, standing dangerously in front of Chan, you stood behind him, still holding on to his arm and hand, âWhy would you leave your cute little girlfriend alone, with a dress like that it's so dangerousâŚâ
Chan wanted them to call you his girlfriend but not coming from some weird guy, he was furious, he clenched his free fist but you noticed the muscles in the left arm you were holding, tense up, his nostrils flared angrily, the man looked so defiant and Chan was already glaring at him, clenching his jaw, unable to believe he was making comments about you and what you were wearing which you are free to do, he was disgusted to even have him around, he wanted to beat him to a pulp. But he decided to calm down, a fight would get him nowhere, but he would really break everything for you.
âJust get lost, man. Leave her alone, she's with meâ he mumbled, annoyed and choosing to calm down.
You watched the scene with some uncertainty, you didn't know the guy and you didn't know what he was capable of, and suddenly you didn't know about Chan either as he really looked annoyed and so domineering. It was a bad tension, you'd hate it if they started fighting.
The man saw Chan more defiant, clenching his fist, you saw it and you were scared that at any moment he might hit Chan.
âAlright alright I get it, fine.â
The guy left, annoyed and glaring at both of you, you could breathe easy, Chan fixedly watched him walk away until he was lost in the crowd, waiting for small seconds when something unexpected will happen again, when he lost sight of him and he felt inside that the area was clear and free of him, he abruptly turned to you, taking you by the face and seeing you so concerned, softening his eyebrows and looking at you as if you were the most fragile creature in the world and spoke to you softly in contrast to his annoyed tone and tense body just seconds ago.
âAre you all right? What did he do to you? Why were you alone? Hyunjin left you? That damn motherfâŚ"
You saw him slightly upset as he filled you with comments and by his heavy but tender gaze on you, he looked so worried about you.
âI'm fine, really, he didn't do anything to me-â
âBut he was a mother fucking creep. Where's Hyunjin? Sorry sorry for leaving you, I should never have done that, do you want to go home now? Do you want me to take you?â
He was still talking so worried that now you felt tender. His face was close to yours and you stared into his bright eyes amidst the darkness of the place.
âI'm fine, it wasn't Hyunjin's responsibility to take care of me anyway-â
âYou're rightâ he interrupted you again, âI should have been there, I never meant to leave you. Shall we go home?â
You smiled softly at him, enjoying his hand on your face and how serious he sounded about it.
âMmm, we just got here, don't let this bad timing ruin everything, yeah?â
Chan smiled at your response. He couldn't let something happen to you because of something he felt was dragging you down. He nodded, beginning to believe you were liking being there at least a little.
âWhat drink did you bring?â you deflected the subject.
Chan slowly let go of you making you blush since you were so close immersed in your bubble.
âMmm want to taste it?â he commented, picking up the drink again to hand it to you.
âJust one?â you said amused.
âYou can only have one todayâ he replied playing along.
âWhat about yours?â
âI won't drink, doll, I'm driving and I have to get you home safely.â
You nodded once again blushing at his comment as you took a sip of the drink, it was sweet, but you couldn't deny that the bitter taste of alcohol was there. There were so many things about Chan that could surprise you, like the fact that he hardly ever drank, that he hardly ever attended parties but maintained a complete opposite image somehow.
After the bad moment, once again Chan approached his friends who were in an area of the dance floor on the borders, Felix and Hyunjin were having fun while the rest were there and others were lost somewhere else. It was a public space evidently and the stares were so common, but for some reason you felt them ten times heavier than in other places and it was inevitable, you were glowing and Chan could also tell how many eyes were focused on you.
But 5 drinks later you were starting to see the fun and join the dance along with Felix, you had such a short tolerance for alcohol, you didn't try it regularly, you were losing control and getting drunk. Chan assigned Han to bring you drinks in order not to leave you alone even for a second, Chan authorized your second drink but discreetly after the second one you kept telling him if he could bring you another one, and another and another one. You tried different drinks which was not the best idea, in combination with the strong lights on your face, making you even more dizzy.
Chan was looking at you funny from afar, watching you having a good time with Felix and Han as he was a bit shy to join the dance floor, but suddenly, his tender look changed completely when he saw a complete stranger approaching you again, slyly wanting to dance with you, sticking to your body, you were already slightly confused enough that you thought the guy was just another friend of Chan, but Chan acted fast and didn't let him get close to you at all, or rather, touch you.
Chan wasn't the kind of guy who blamed the way you dressed⌠but it was inevitable to deny that your short and tight dress with that cleavage could arouse something in more people and he hated it, he was jealous that more people were seeing you, that some are doing it with such a dirty look, lusting after you.
âChaaanâ you said animatedly, obviously a little drunk, with the alcohol having more and more effect on you.
Seeing Chan under the dizziness brought on by the alcohol was like a dream, as if he only existed, you were liking it strangely.
He noticed your condition, he thought for a second that you looked so cute, so free and loose, with an expression of happiness on your face that he hadn't seen before⌠but he knew exactly that it was because you were under the effects of alcohol.
You stood in front of him, trying to dance, not reasoning exactly what you were doing, just standing there, feeling somehow pleasantly light-headed, something you had never felt before.
âI think someone's had too much to drink already. How much have you had to drink? We should go homeâ he mentioned seriously.
One of the reasons he was serious was that he found no amusement when you were being devoured by the gaze of more men.
âWhat, you're not going to dance? Why don't you teach me how to do it?â
You pouted, Chan was just standing somewhat stiffly in the middle of the dance floor. He shook his head softly.
âYou still don't want to go home?â he said.
You had no notion of time. You didn't answer, when another guy didn't respect that you were together, heading towards you.
âHey, cutie, can I get your insta?â
Chan opened his wide, confused by the situation. You looked at the guy without knowing who he was or understanding what he said, but Chan stepped forward to say.
âNo, she can't, she's with me, go away.â
Chan didn't know what to say, he was so upset for the moment with his heart racing from so many emotions in a short time because of you.
The guy left and you smiled at Chan, laughing softly as if you had been told a joke, this time hugging him and raising your eyes to see him, in such a perfect position to kiss him, the reality was you were losing your balance and wanted to hold on to something, but somehow he was surprised by your act and swallowed nervously, acting as shy as if you had never touched each other before, however, he wrapped his arms around your waist and let them rest on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.
âYou keep saying thatâŚâ you began to slur your words.
âWhat?â he said softly, lost in you, aware that you might not have heard him.
âShe's with meâ you mimicked his serious tone, in a playful way, âAm I with you, ChanâŚ? Why haven't you made it clear to me all week? You haven't kissed me again, don't you want to?â
He looked at you puzzled, thinking that just now you must be too drunk to start saying such things, but at the same time, he was aware of your honesty. Chan questioned feeling pathetic if you waited all those days for him to make the first move.
âY/nâŚâ he was about to come clean with you, even though you were drunk, but you interrupted him.
The magical moment existed only for him.
âAren't you going to dance? Dance with me or I'll dance with Felix.â
Chan felt stupidly in love and took care of you, you started to dance tenderly and he let himself go.
After minutes, an amused Felix approached his friend to say:
âShe asked me how to make a boy jealous.â
You heard him and blushed, remembering that you had told him that when you were still sober and wanted to make Chan jealous so he would approach you on the dance floor and not leave you alone. Besides you wanted to see him upset again, since you thought his expression was so fucking hot a few moments ago, you had to admit it.
âFelixâ you reproached him.
The blond walked away laughing, only provoking you both.
âSo you want to make someone jealous, huh?â Chan said in a harsh voice close to your ear as he held you by the waist.
Your little moment of alcohol fun was gone, now it was a different kind of fun as you were sobering up, the memory of you dancing so Chan could approach you was humiliating that lowered your drunkenness, but somehow the plan worked as a guy approached you and he came to you almost running.
âWho did you want to make jealous, huh babygirl?â
You didn't respond, you were paralyzed at his touch, shyness taking over you again. Chan's ego grew knowing you wanted to come up with something to make him jealous.
âI'll show youâ he said speaking seductively, âYou have to show the other guy that he must come to claim what is his, so you will provoke him, being so loose and feeling yourself, like you don't care about anything else and letting yourself goâ Chan turned your body with ease, âAnd dance like the other person doesn't exist, do it, tease them both and win.â
Now you couldn't move, you were processing the alcohol leaving your system and having Chan in such a sexy way.
âDanceâ he ordered softly.
You tried to move, he grabbed your waist again and pressed you to your body, you could feel the rubbing of both bodies, little by little you let yourself go until you ground such a strategic area on him and making him aroused.
Chan couldn't take it anymore, your adjusted ass in that dress, rubbing on his cock⌠he didn't know at what point he achieved that, but he just knew he was fucking turned on right now. You noticed his bulge, bit your lip and turned abruptly to see him with a twinge of arousal in your pussy, you both had enough of the party now, it was time to take the fun somewhere else more private.
âChan. Can we. Leave?â you spoke, shyly watching him with wide eyes.
He nodded in relief as his erection was only growing.
Chan awkwardly said goodbye to his friends, trying to hide his erection and finally you both walked to his car, which you got into and Chan started off not knowing exactly where to go, but he did know he needed you just now, taking care of him because his cock was hurting more and more and your apartment was farther away than his homeâŚ
You too were with an excitement growing in your body, but you didn't know how to communicate it.
Chan didn't resist and acted:
âMmm well, there's no one at my place, all the guys are still at the club, do you want to go?â
He was desperate and his house was only 8 minutes away from the club. And he could also easily tell how much you wanted him too.
You nodded nervously, waiting for him to touch you again and slyly saw his big bulge. You almost sighed, thinking how much you wanted to sit on him again and move on it.
You tried to bring up a gentle topic of conversation, making both of you hold out all the way to his house and not let him touch you right there in the car. You asked little questions about which of his friends was the most likely to leave the club early but your voice only made Chan's poor swollen cock twitch and cry, his poor tip weeping drops of precum living off the fantasy of being able to have you again.
You were wet, it was enough for you to watch his handsome figure drive, his big hands squeeze the steering wheel, you were both to some extent comically aroused, filling the car with sighs and frustration until you finally reached your destination.
You knew Chan was excited, but you found it so hard to make the first bold and daring move that you only limited yourself to saying once you were inside and surveyed the place:
âWow, it looks pretty neat for a boys-only house.â
Chan laughed. With his cock hard, amazed that you were back to being the same tender, shy girl, pretending he didn't have a big bulge between his pants that only indicated one thing.
âMmm, and my room is even tidier, let's go see it.â
He unexpectedly took you by the hand, leading you up the stairs and into his room. You were stunned and excited, you knew exactly what was in store for you.
His whole room was in perfect order, it smelled nice and you suddenly felt your body warm knowing you were now in his space.
âNiceâ you said.
Chan looked at you for a few seconds, an incredulous smile on his face. You were still there, excited but not coming any closer.
âYou need to stop being so shyâ he confessed, stepping in front of you, finally taking the initiative, âAnd start telling me exactly what you're thinking about. Do you want this?â
He grabbed your waist, pulling your body closer to his, feeling his erection against you. You nodded and your innocence only succeeded in making him harder. He began to caress your ass and your whole body sensually.
âAnd why don't you say it?â he spoke again.
You bit your lip, thinking about the right words, you were only thinking about how much you would want him to fuck you, but saying it so explicitly wasn't your thing, not even telling someone you want them to fuck you.
âChan⌠you can, you knowâŚâ
He laughed softly, leaning down to take your lips sweetly, enjoying and savoring since he hadn't kissed you in long days, because he'd wanted to for a long time in every way possible. You closed your eyes, pleasantly surprised and lost in him.
âYou knowâŚâ he spoke close to your lips, his nose brushing against yours, âIt's not just about sex, I really want to take you on dates and get to know you if you'll let me.â
You were entranced in him. Unable to process any information very well, other than his name in your head over and over again.
âOkayâ you whispered and he caught your lips again, âLet's go outâŚâ you whispered.
The truth was you couldn't have been more excited by his comment. It was everything you wanted to hear and everything you wanted to do about to happen, he had it all.
Chan grabbed your face, glad to be on the same page and this time the kiss was getting more passionate and desperate, suddenly he had left maturity behind and being a young and horny mess, thinking about how much he wanted to satisfy his cock already. He began to touch you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, teasing you slightly hard against your lips. His naughty fingers went all the way to your center, eager to feel you, to know you were feeling what he was feeling.
It was more than obvious, your little panties were wet with just the manly presence of Bang Chan, to know what he was capable of and how he could treat you, you were with your heart racing and your mind working quickly in all the dirty and delicious scenarios, both of you needed each other already in desperation.
Chan almost moaned between kisses as he slipped his hand under your dress and pulled the fabric of your pussy aside and felt the softness of your womanhood, so docile and manipulable in his fingers, your sensitive, throbbing clit ready for his touch, your snug labia in your folds, Chan fantasized so much about you, about the feel of his cock buried in your core, of your mouth on his shaft, of the ways he wanted to settle your body into sex, everything, but right now he was so needy that he even wanted to act like a hormonal college boy who would only seek his own pleasure by sticking his cock in you, but no, he wasn't like that.
His long finger found the perfect way to stimulate your clit by pressing it and gently circling it while the rest of his fingers slowly lost themselves in your folds. You were about to lose your balance as you were extremely sensitive down there, eager for attention. Chan lowered his kisses to your neck inhaling your scent, hypnotized on your skin, he couldn't take any more, he was so stimulated with his cock throbbing in desperation.
âFuck, baby, are you ready now? I need to fuck you nowâ he whispered almost babbling into your neck in an indescribable tone of voice, he was so excited that his deep voice made you shudder.
Chan sought your entrance, gently inserting his finger to check exactly what he needed, that you were wet, ready to take his cock at last. You moaned, his finger was teasing shallowly inside you, spreading your fluid, you got nervous again, you wanted to enjoy it and do it right for Chan, there were so many things you had to be the best at without having any experience, you hated not being the best at everything.
He noticed your tense body and worried expression.
âIt's okay baby, relax, I'll make you feel good.â
You looked into his eyes, this time with two fingers inside you, deep and exploring your insides, you moaned in pleasure and pain, it was such a new and delightful surprise, and you wanted to let go of the fact that you were obviously so inexperienced. Chan felt his fingers being squeezed inside you, driving him crazy with the idea of how his hard cock was going to feel in you.
âOh fuck, do you want me to do it now or do you want me to eat you again, baby girl?â
His indirectly direct questions shocked your excited, needy, inexperienced body as if he wasn't fucking you with his fingers just now. You lowered your gaze to his pants, thinking of all the time he may have had to hold back, thinking of how intimidatingly big and appetizing he looked, thinking of the sensation of feeling full.
âDo it, Chan, please, I need it.â
His fingers worked magically on you, but fantasizing about the idea of feeling even fuller wouldn't leave your head.
Chan smiled haughtily and began unbuttoning his pants desperately with his free hand.
âPull them down, princessâ he ordered you, pointing his head down.
You saw him and then at his open pants, your pussy throbbed again and you quickly obeyed him, exposing his vulnerable hard cock.
âMm baby, touch it, feel how hard I am for youâ Chan teased you.
He saw your slightly shocked expression at the sight of his erect member and you tentatively took his cock in your hands, not sure what to do but out of curiosity and desire you felt every inch of him, confirming his stiffness, feeling a boy's cock for the first time.
You began to masturbate him, running your hands over the thin, rigid skin of his penis, pushing Chan to the limit. He couldn't take it anymore, he would either fuck you or cum in your hand, it was time to act.
Chan removed his fingers from you, he deftly and easily turned you around, slowly pulling your panties down, he was so eager and ready to do it, to fuck you and have you all to himself.
You trembled softly in nervousness sure of what awaited you, not sure of the new sensation, but you were desperate in pleasure, you needed him, filling you, you wanted him for completeness in you. Chan hurried, quickly taking a condom from his nightstand right off his bed, putting it on with agility, as you witnessed the latex slipping down his length, awakening in you more impatience and a great sexual desire, finally he returned to you.
You looked at yourself in the full length mirror in front of, your panties down, your expression with ruddy cheeks, waiting for him to approach.
âAre you okay here, baby? Or do you want to do it on the bed⌠because honestly I want to fuck you while I see your pretty face in the mirror, huhâ Chan said in a deep voice, standing behind you and holding your cheeks tightly with his hand.
You watched him from the mirror, his position behind you⌠he looked so fucking good, thinking you wanted to witness him too.
âIt's okay like that, Ch-chan.â
âGood girlâ he gasped, unable to resist any longer.
Chan lifted your dress, exposing your ass, massaged it, admiring it for a moment and then placed his hand on your lower back gently pushing you, indicating you to bend over a little, Chan held you by your belly with his left hand while with his right he took his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly inserting it, making him suck air between his teeth and moan audibly in relief, you squealed, resenting the incredible and timely change in your anatomy, of his cock sliding inside you and settling into your walls, you were going crazy with every inch he entered at the same time Chan was losing his mind at the sensation of your tightness.
Chan watched the erotic act of your entrance open up for his cock, then saw your sweet expression in his mirror as he babbled softly, âThere you go, there you go, baby girl, gooood girl, it's almost all in, god you're taking it so well, you feel so good, fuck, please.â
You both whimpered as he was already deep in you, filling you up, pounding your cervix, but the fun was just beginning, Chan took you by the hips and started to penetrate you slowly and deeply to get you used to his size, then he stretched your body, to stick your back to his chest and started to ram you quickly, crashing against your skin, lost with the feeling of his cock in your walls, your moans and the expression of disaster on your face, so flustered.
Chan continued to pound your pussy until he was breathless, the sensation for both of you was magical, both of you suddenly seeing stars as he kept babbling things in your ear. He loved every second of your face being fucked hard, Chan wanted to have the image of you etched in his mind forever. And your dress suddenly became tighter, you were exasperated by the moment, looking for a release, looking for that culmination of your pleasure that was taking over every inch of you.
You dared to look at yourself in his mirror, Chan was so focused on making you feel good, collapsing his skin with yours, filling every corner of you until you were delightfully sore. He looked so good in that position, you thought, taking you and fucking you hard, both bodies struggling between moans and gasps, culminating in orgasm. You felt a huge knot in your stomach and an uncontrollable tide of emotions at the same time.
You were deliciously wrecked, tired and Chan sweetly offered to let you sleep right after the act. He was happy to finally make the move.
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