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The moon and his sun (Part III)

Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Summary: People would remember their story. Even decades after they were gone, Septa’s would tell young children about the one-eyed dragon prince and his sweet wife as if they were a part of a fairytale, too good to be true for the harshness real life possessed.

Aemond meets a young girl who quickly becomes his most cherished friend and changes the course of history.

Word count: 10.1 K

Warnings: Whole lotta smut in the beginning, secret relationship, Aegon being an ass

Part 1 Part 2

The two of them quickly became insatiable.

Aemond soon forgot what his life was like before he had tasted her, before he had heard the sweet sounds of her pleasure, before he had felt the velvet perfection of her walls hugging his cock.

He had thought he had bewitched him as children, but now, he knew he was truly under her spell.

He spent every waking moment finding excuses to find her in any dark corner he could, spending every spare moment reveling in the bliss her open arms provided.

Their afternoons together in the library were now spent with her bent over the table, his punishing hips leaving him to cover her mouth with his hand, his head buried in her shoulder to smother his own noises of ecstasy as they succumbed to their pleasure.

Every feast was cut short as they slithered away from the prying eyes of the crowd, ending up in the secret halls to find solitude, her legs wrapped around his lithe waist as he pressed her against the hard stone wall behind her, her moans flowing freely as he fucked her hard.

He was completely uninhibited, his own groans of pleasure filling the space, her name tumbling from his lips, his head spinning as he thrust inside her with an urgency unknown to him. He never thought he’d be this unhinged, this crazed, but it was what she did to him.

He watched eagerly, as her eyes rolled back, her lips parted with each of her beautiful noises of bliss. He couldn’t believe that he was the one to do this to her. He watched, his eye wide with wonder as he brought her to a leg-shaking peak, his name yelled out into the empty halls, like she couldn't get enough.

He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to be with her like this, to hold her and touch her until she cried in the most beautiful way possible.

He never wanted to stop, he never wanted his time with her to end.

He was eager to take whatever time with her he could.

His hours of training were cut short when he spotted her on the balcony, the sight of her playful smirk all he needed to be swayed, practically tossing his sword down as he gave Ser Criston a flimsy excuse before leaving abruptly.

She’d be waiting for him in his chambers, the laces of her corset already undone. It would take little effort to rip the rest away.

He learned to savor her, despite the fire that raged through him every time he touched her soft skin, he learned he loved taking his time with her. He loved to bury his face between her thighs, tasting her sweet nectar, feeling her writhe under him, her lovely cries echoing through his room as he brought her to climax over and over again.

He loved the way her fingers tangled and pulled at his hair, he loved watching her back arch off his sheets, how her breasts heaved with each of her panting breaths and whining cries.

But most of all, he loved when she moaned his name.

Whether it was with his fingers, his tongue, or his hard cock that pounded into her relentlessly, he would do whatever it took to make her scream his name.

But his love was an explorer, it was in her nature.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when she flipped the script on him.

He had just brought her to a third, leg-quivering peak with his tongue, when her moans turned to laughs, the mischief twinkling in her eyes, stirring his desire even further, his cock so hard he was practically throbbing under her gaze.

She flipped him to his back as if he weighed nothing. He had watched, entranced by the goddess in his bed as she climbed atop him. He let out a loud, keening cry as she sank down on him.

She wasted no time, not one to deny her darling Aemond his pleasure, as she grinded against him rhythmically, her head falling back to her shoulders, her panting breaths growing louder as she rode him with fervor.

Though it was no match for the noises coming from her lover below her.

She had never taken control like this and it was driving him insane. His hands clutched to her hips desperately, his eye glassy as he watched her divine body atop him, her hips moving with a fierceness that left him breathless.

Each slam of her hips against his choked a cry out of him, sounding more desperate with each brutal thrust of her punishing yet perfect hips.

He had never experienced anything like it before.

It was easy to lose control with her. Only a few moments later, his body stiffened, his head thrown back onto the pillow below him, a loud cry of ecstasy escaping him as his back arched, his body writhing beneath her.

She laughed in delight, pride coursing through her at the pleasure she was able to pull from a dragon, a god amongst men.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- fuck.” He panted, throwing his arm over his eyes as he fought to catch his breath, his pulse pounding in his ears, stars bursting behind his closed eye.

She giggled and leaned down, beginning to plant kisses across his heaving chest.

“We’re doing that again.” She crooned, making him groan, both in delight and agony.

“I’ll need a minute before I can feel my legs.” He laughed.

Neither one of them could fathom the bliss they found together.

They couldn’t get enough.

A loud rumble of thunder woke her one morning, a soft moan sounding as she stretched, a smile coming to her lips as she felt a blissful ache between her legs. Her face twisted with sleepy confusion as her foot nudged against something solid under her sheets and she soon became aware of the arm that lay over her waist.

She looked over her shoulder, both delight and fear coming to her in an instant.

While she was beyond happy to wake up beside her love, to have been wrapped in his arms the entire night, they were playing a dangerous game and they couldn’t give the maids any reason to spread gossip.

“Aemond.” She groaned tiredly, pushing at his shoulder to wake him.

He let out a low noise of discontent as he was woken from his sleep. His arm tightened around her and he nuzzled in closer to her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, placing sweet kisses that made her insides flutter.

“You weren’t supposed to stay the night.”

He would hold her as she fell into her slumber, but was always cautious enough to leave while it was still dark, ending up in his own bed before the sun rose and the members of the Keep woke.

“I couldn’t help it.” He spoke, his voice raspy with sleep, stirring desire within her. “You looked so beautiful while you slept, I couldn’t bear to leave your side.”

She rolled her eyes as a soft laugh escaped her.

“You’re still such a charmer.”

“Only for you, my love.” He crooned and titled her chin towards him so he could kiss her properly.

They both quickly lost themselves to their desires. No care was given to the fact that others would be awakening, that an entire world existed outside the bed, an outside world that could destroy them.

None of it seemed to matter to them.

Aemond had kissed her until they were breathless then turned her onto her stomach and hauled her to her hands and knees. Their shared moans as he sank into her were loud, much louder than he would’ve been comfortable with this time of day if had any sense left to give.

His hips moved with precision, thrusting his cock inside her with growing need, as if it wasn’t enough, as if he needed to be closer to her still. Even inside her, it wasn’t enough.

He gripped her hips tightly, his eyes shut tightly as the pleasure overtook him. His panting breaths grew louder, his desire growing with each passing second, every one of her whining moans and pleas lighting his body with a fire that was becoming all too familiar with her.

He growled as she bounced her hips back onto him, his blunt nails scratching at her skin, his jaw falling slack with a loud moan, their morning love making quickly turning into something much more animalistic and desperate than either had intended.

It was so unlike what their usual early morning rendezvous were. There were no quiet, shared kisses or gentle wandering hands that carressed and worshiped every inch of each other.

“Aemond!” She cried out, her head dropping between her arms, her voice growing raspy as her cries became louder, only encouraging his flaming lust.

He grunted and quickened his pace, the headboard beginning to slam against the wall behind the bed, his moans becoming louder, suddenly thankful for the raging storm outside that provided cover for their noise.

“That’s it, love, just like that.” He growled, his resolve slipping from him faster than he could recognize.

Her moans became louder, sending goosebumps across his skin.

“Come for me, my love.”

His growled words were all she needed to bring her close to her end. With only a few swipes of his fingers against his clit, his expert hands knowing exactly how to play her, like a musician with their treasured instrument, she was helpless against his touch.

She shuddered under him, a cry of his name ripped from her throat as he brought her to her peak. Her sweet sounding whines echoed throughout the room.

Aemond grit his teeth, the tightening around his cock forcing him to lose all sense of control. He pounded into her relentlessly, cursing and grunting as he fucked her like an animal, as if she wasn’t the most precious thing to him.

A string of Valyrian left him, cursing the power her body held over his own and praying to never lose her devotion all at once. A loud shout left him as he came, his body tingling with ecstasy as he practically collapsed against her, his limbs left feeling weak, his entire body spent, his mind spinning.

“Fuck.” He whispered breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “You are perfection, issa prūmia.”

They were both trembling and aching, reeling with bliss, pleasure ringing in their ears.

“You should go before my maids come.” She said, her voice still breathless and raspy from the cries he had pulled from her.

“One more minute.” He mumbled, moving with a groan to lay beside her and quickly gathering her into his arms.

He kissed the top of her head, letting his eye fall closed, taking in the peaceful final moments he would get with her until the cover of night.

They both found it difficult to hide what was between them. The smiles they shared as they passed each other would be subject to scrutiny now that they were no longer children. The time they spent together, while not unusual, was looked at with a cautious lens, the Lords and Ladies of the court whispering about their closeness.

It was hell to pretend they were still nothing more than childhood friends.

The days spent in the garden, surrounded by curious eyes looking for gossip were torture for them both. Aemond longed to reach out to her, to brush the hair from her face the wind would carry. He longed to take her hand in his, he longed to sit closer, to feel her body against his. He longed to kiss her after each sweet nothing she cheekily dared to whisper in the broad daylight.

But they would never risk what they had.

Though there was nothing they could do about the rumors that spread about the way they looked at each other.

There was nothing they could do about the love that lingered in their gazes towards each other.

Whispers of an impending betrothal were all the court could talk about. Even with the fierce scowls Aemond sent to the groups of whispering Ladies, it did little to stop the incessant gossiping.

It soon reached the ears of the Master of Coin. The Lord of Ixtal hadn’t exactly been shocked when he heard the rumors, he was only confused as to why his own daughter hadn’t disclosed anything to him.

He knew about her friendship with Aemond, but she had never told him of any deeper feelings. He sought her out one night after dinner with the King.

He was making his way to his daughter’s chambers when he caught sight of her roaming the halls just a few turns from her room.

“Darling?” He called out to her, causing her to stop in her tracks, a brief look of horrified shock crossing her features before she quickly schooled her expression. “Where are you headed to at this hour?”

She panicked internally for a brief moment, as if her father could know with one mere look at her that she was headed to find her secret lover to do things their Septa’s from years past would have lashed them for.

“I was going to say goodnight to Helaena’s twins. I promised I would read them a bedtime story.” The lie fell from her tongue too easily, her stomach twisting with nerves as her father eyed her carefully, as if catching onto her lie.

He nodded slowly and she had to force herself not to breathe out dramatically in relief that her cover story had been solid enough.

“Why don’t we break our fast together tomorrow? I feel as though I’ve scarcely seen you as of late.”

She nodded eagerly, desperate to be out from under his gaze, no matter how innocent it was. The guilt she felt along with the enormous secret she harbored was enough to drive her to insanity.

“I’ll see tomorrow, Darling.”

“Goodnight.” She spoke swiftly, pressing a quick kiss to her father’s cheek and sidestepping him, continuing on her path down the hall, taking a sharp left towards Helaena’s chambers instead of the right turn that would’ve taken her to the library where Aemond was waiting for her.

She entered the Princess’ chambers, giving her friend a warm smile.

“Hello.” Helaena greeted her happily. “I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.”

She shrugged, attempting to not let her anxieties show.

“I haven’t seen you much today. I thought I should stop in to say goodnight.” She took a seat next to her friend, smiling softly at the children at her feet playing with their toys.

“Was Aemond not available?”

She blanched, Helaena’s blunt words striking fear within her like an arrow. Her wide eyed stare met her friend’s unwaveringly calm smile.

“We- Aemond and I-”

“You make him happy.” Helaena spoke warmly, her attention moving back to the embroidery in her hands, as if she hadn’t just shaken her friend to her core. “I’m glad he found you before it was too late.”

She gaped at the Princess. It wasn’t unusual for Helaena to speak things that made little sense to others or things so mysterious it left a chill down your spine, but this was something else entirely.

She cleared her throat and turned her attention to the twins, asking if they would like to hear a bedtime story. She could at least follow through with her lie to her father. She spent the next twenty minutes corralling the quiet children to their beds, her heart bursting with love as they watched her eagerly, hanging onto her every word as she told them tales of her home, of the beautiful animals that lived in the jungles of Ixtal.

She pictured herself, sometime in the future, telling tales to her own children who had heads of silver hair just as their father did. The thought made her heart leap excitedly.

Once the children were tucked into bed, fully satisfied with her many stories, she felt Helaena’s hand on her shoulder, a touched twinkle in her eyes.

“He’ll be waiting for you.”

The Princess’ whispered words said much more than anyone else could comprehend. Her insinuated approval, that she knew just how much her brother meant to her, had a weight leaving her shoulders she didn’t even know had been holding her down.

No matter what Helaena knew of what she had with Aemond, she approved and that was all that mattered.

With a parting kiss to Helaena’s cheek, she left her chambers, heading back to her own, wondering what she’d tell Aemond of his sister’s strange words.

She stepped into her chambers, her heart jumping at the sight of a figure by her window. She placed a hand over her chest, whispering a quiet curse as she quickly recognized the silver hair that gleamed in the moonlight.

“Gods, don’t do that. You scared me.” She spoke quietly, looking behind her to ensure the door was closed behind her.

Aemond was stepping towards her in an instant, his face hardened slightly.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

She let out a long breath, holding onto his arms that wound around her waist.

“I’m fine.”

“You didn’t show, I thought…” He trailed off, his eye alight with uncertainty that made her chest ache.

She reached out, her hand resting at his cheek, the affectionate gesture making his tense body relax. She didn’t understand how after so many years of friendship and weeks of making love he still could have doubts for what her heart longed for.

“I ran into my father.” She explained to him. “I thought he might be suspicious, so I went to Helaena’s room. I didn’t want him to follow me straight to you. God’s if he had caught us-” She stopped abruptly, shivering at the thought.

Aemond blew out a breath, a guise of laughter.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting or to make you worry.”

He just shook his head, looking back at her with reverence, as if he could finally be at ease now he was gazing upon her.

His arms tightened around her, his closeness making her smile, though it was strained. She thought of her father, the awkwardness their interaction held, something that had never existed with him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Aemond asked, sensing the turmoil within her, looking at her with concern.

“I hate lying to him.”

Aemond sighed, he didn’t exactly have the same reservations about lying to his family like she had, he certainly didn’t have the love and affection for his father that she had with her own, but he saw how it ate away at her.

“I know, my love.”

They both knew they couldn’t risk what they had getting ripped away from them. On a good day, the only thing the King seemed to remember was his first daughter. They couldn’t take a request to him, not while Otto pulled the strings.

Aemond gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly as they both longed for a day where they didn’t have to hide.

In an effort to keep up appearances, they decided to put some distance between them, at least while in public. At the feast for the Queen’s nameday, she didn’t sit next to him or his family, she didn’t dance with him, though that was not a common event now that they were no longer children.

Aemond sat at the head table, a permanent scowl etched on his face.

He watched with barely contained resentment the crowd that had gathered around her and her father. The Lord of Ixtal was too charismatic for his own good. Any Lord and their son that greeted the revered Master of coin soon turned their attention to his beloved daughter, offering well wishes and not so subtle inquiries into her eligibility for marriage.

Aemond couldn’t stand it.

He was powerless to do anything but watch. He noticed the way she would shift uncomfortably in her seat under the compliments bestowed upon her. He wanted nothing more than to march straight to her, take her hand and whisk her away from it all.

Proprietary be damned, he couldn’t take it anymore.

His leg bounced beneath the table, every inch of him portraying how much he hated every part of the celebration. He took a long swig of his wine, wincing slightly at the taste. He thanked the Gods every day that he never achieved his brother’s proclivities for the drink, but he didn’t think he could endure the rest of the night without something to dull his senses.

His eyes fell to her table once more and suddenly sat up straighter when his gaze locked onto hers. The small smile she sent him, the noticeable annoyance on her face that conveyed she hated this just as much as he did, made his lips twitch upwards.

His entire demeanor changed. With just one look at her, the scowl on his face eased, no longer the look of pure dread and contempt.

Though it did not last long.

He surveyed the crowd of dancing couples, an inkling of shame creeping upon him as he thought of how long it had been since he had danced with his love. It had been years, surely. He had outgrown the childish act, but he couldn’t help but long for those nights of innocent twirling, remembering how he had never laughed as hard as when they were hand in hand, spinning around the room like the two care-free children they had been.

The good feeling in his heart crumbled instantly as he noticed her familiar head of hair among the crowd. A strange, clenching feeling unfurled in his stomach as he leaned forward, internally cursing the other couples that were in his line of sight.

As the couples twirled in their practiced steps, she was revealed, hand in hand with Jasper Wylde’s son, locked in an embrace as they danced.

Something within Aemond sparked, a certain kind of rage he hadn’t felt in a long time. His fists clenched, his jaw tightening as his teeth grinded, growing angrier with each second he watched her dance with that fool.

It didn’t matter that she had no beaming smile to give, that there was no affection within her eyes, that she moved stiffly and mechanically. Aemond didn’t seem to notice any of it, all he could comprehend was that his love was in another man’s arms, dancing with him the way he refused to, the way he couldn’t under the prying eyes of the court.

It was the moment the Wylde son leaned in, whispering something in her ear, his lips so close to hers, that he knew he had reached his limit. He had to leave before he made an enemy of the Master of Law by murdering his son.

He stood from his chair and made his way out of the room with a determination that left many to give the feared Prince a wide berth. It wasn’t uncommon to see the one-eyed Prince stomp away in a fury, but it still struck fear into the hearts of those who were in his path.

He made his way into his chambers, his body thrumming with an energy so volatile, so uncomfortable, he contemplated dragging Ser Criston out to the training yard so he could take a few whacks at him to unleash his anger.

He breathed deeply, his hands clenching onto the back of a chair, his head hanging as the blood in his veins sung with the desire to enact violence, to prove to everyone that they couldn’t take what was his, that they shouldn’t dare to try to take his love away from him.

The sound of his door opening had him flinching, quickly turning on his heel, ready to strike at anyone who would be daft enough to disturb him. His shoulders slumped at the sight of her, the knowing look on her face forcing him to release a long breath, his fury brimming to a petty anger he wouldn’t be quick to part ways with.

“What are you doing here?”

She wanted to roll her eyes at his tone. “I saw you storm out.”

“I’m surprised you noticed. You looked rather busy with that Lord leeching off you.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised her night would turn to this. She knew what she was in for the second the man asked her for a dance.

“He asked me to dance in front of his father and mine. I couldn’t very well say no.”

“No?”

“Aemond.” She admonished impatiently. “The entire reason we stayed apart tonight was to quiet the rumors. You know what would happen if I refused to dance with him, what everyone would say.”

“I think you’re giving the court too much credit.”

The words, one she had said to him all those weeks ago, when he was the one worried about appearances, now thrown back at her made her want to grab his arms and shake him until that complicated brain of his rattled around enough to find some sense.

She breathed deeply, forcing herself to stay calm because it was clear the man before her would not be exercising the same caution.

Stepping towards him, she took her hands in his, speaking his name softly when he refused to look at her.

“After all this time, do you truly still not see it?”

His eyes drifted to hers slowly, the gesture almost meek, so unlike the fierce dragon rider she knew him to be. She reached out, taking his face in her hands and leaned forward, placing a kiss to the patch that covered his sapphire eye.

The gesture disarmed him completely, the anger pulled out of him as swiftly as a sword exits the body in a fateful final move.

He let out a shuddering breath, his hands finding their home on her waist. He looked at her, his gaze now sheepish, embarrassed that he had directed his anger towards her, the only one who never deserved it.

“You are the only man I want.” She assured him. “No matter who I dance with, no matter who engages me with petty conversations, they will never be the one who has my heart. I only think of you.”

“There are others you’ve danced with?”

The smirk on his face, the assurance the comment was made without anger and purely to poke at her in a way only he could, made her laugh, the sound making him smile. She pushed at his chest.

“You are insufferable.”

He wrapped his arms around her tighter, keeping her pressed against him as she weakly struggled against his embrace, her laughter constant. Her giggles soon turned to shrieks of delight as he began to press playful kisses down the length of her neck.

He felt healed by the sound, with the feel of her in his arms, right where she should be. She was the only one he could be this way with, she was the only who accepted him as he was.

He leaned into her, ceasing his teasing kisses, the look in his eye more serious as he gazed at her lovingly.

“I don’t think there are enough words in any language to tell you how much I love you.” He told her.

“I know the feeling.”

The admiration, the pure love in her eyes melted him from the inside out. He couldn’t waste another second and crashed his lips to hers, content to never leave the haven that was her kiss for the rest of the night.

He was still amazed by her ability to calm him, to soothe every negative feeling within him, even after all these years.

His time spent with her was his only reprieve from the things in his life he despised.

He had come to her chambers one afternoon, particularly eager, his emotions running high after a gathering with his family. She wasn’t sure if it had been his mother’s incessant ramblings of Rhaenyra’s negligence, his grandsire’s continued lectures about his duty and his need to marry soon, his father’s dismissiveness, or if it were Aegon’s general presence that put him in such a mood, she didn’t have time to ask before he was ravishing her thoroughly.

It was only until their sweat-slicked bodies cooled, their limbs tangled together beneath her disarrayed sheets, her head rested on his chest as his hand ran gently through her hair, did she finally see him relaxed once more.

“Do you ever think about leaving?” She asked suddenly, prompting Aemond to chuckle.

“Was my performance not satisfactory, love? You wish to exile me?”

She laughed and looked up at him pointedly.

“I think it was quite obvious what I thought of your performance.”

The scratches down his back would certainly be proof of her enjoyment.

“I meant leaving King’s Landing, exploring a new part of the world.”

Aemond remained quiet for a moment, contemplating her words. He didn’t know how to respond so he settled for a half-hearted shrug.

“Why do you ask?”

“You seem restrained here.” She answered quietly, worrying she was tiptoeing into dangerous territory. She didn’t want to push him but it killed her to see his light dim in the presence of his family.

Whenever they would pass each other in the halls of the Keep they had loving smiles to share, delighted by the secret they kept from the rest of the them, but whenever she crossed his path while he was with him mother or his grandsire, he didn’t spare her a look, his face drawn tightly with a coldness that, while characteristic around others, was so unfamiliar to her.

Aemond didn’t like to talk about his family, he seemed to always steer the conversation in a different direction whenever she probed and tensed whenever they were brought up, changing the easy nature between them into something more complicated.

He stayed quiet, taking in her words contemplatively, his mind swirling with waves of thoughts he couldn’t quite make sense of.

His feelings for his family were complicated. He was devoted to them, he would protect them when it came down to it, but he couldn’t exactly say he was happy with them or felt very loved by them.

“We should live in Ixtal.”

She looked up at him curiously, not having expected those words. He looked down at her, a small smile growing, his arm around her tightening.

“Once we’re married, we’ll abandon the delirious politics here and we’ll move to Ixtal where we’ll grow old and raise our children.”

She smiled, the fantasy he had created sounding more like a dream than any sort of reality they could manage for themselves.

She couldn’t think that far ahead, not when they couldn’t even hold hands in front of others.

“That sounds lovely.” She mused quietly, holding tightly to his words, praying they would one day come true.

“Do not be mad.”

Her first words in greeting immediately had him on edge, the soft expression that had appeared at the sight of her twisting into one of derision in a swift moment. The moment she stepped into the library, a place that had now become an excuse for him to take her between the shelves, he perked up, but the hesitancy on her face had him pausing, suddenly fearing the worst.

“Why would I be mad?”

“I have something to tell you and you have to promise me you will not resort to bloodshed.”

His look of confusion only grew, his nerves rising as he stood from his seat, walking towards her cautiously.

“Bloodshed?” He questioned, his voice becoming darker at the mere notion of a threat against her. “Has someone done something to you?”

She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at his blatant protectiveness and reached out, taking his hand in hers in an effort to calm him.

“You have a tendency to rage before an explanation can be given so you must promise me you won’t draw your sword before I’ve finished my story.”

“My love, you know I can make no promises.”

With a heavy sigh, her hand remaining in his, her fingers gently tracing over his knuckles, as if her soothing touch could sate him while she gave him the news that would undoubtedly spring him into a furious temper.

“Elric Wylde has requested my presence in the gardens. My father told me he wishes to start a courtship.”

The scoff that left his lips made her wince. She had never before heard such derision from a simple sound.

“You are jesting, aren’t you?”

“Aemond-”

“I know there is no possible way you would agree to court someone else.” He continued, his voice laced with jealous disdain.

“Aemond-” She tried again but he continued to rant, pulling his hand from hers, his face now dark with dangerous intent.

“Where is the Wylde Lord? I’ll be sure to set him straight and tear his limbs from his body before he has the chance to put his hands on you again.”

“Stop.” She spoke sternly, grabbing onto his arm before he could leave her side and murder the poor boy who naively thinks he has a chance with her. “I am not going to let him court me.”

“No, you’ll just string him along so he thinks he had a chance.”

“I will meet with him once and then tell my father I don’t wish to continue, putting the matter to rest for good.”

“Tell your father now that you don’t wish to court him.”

“He’ll get suspicious if I keep refusing to meet with eligible Lords. He’ll begin to think I want to become a Septa if I continue to avoid any notion of marriage.”

Aemond’s grave expression didn’t waver. His eyes moved back to the door, as if conjuring ways he could butcher the clueless Wylde son.

“Aemond…” She warned, the look on his face igniting her worry. She knew he would be thinking of anything but helpful suggestions.

“I’ll tell the prick myself. He’ll be sure to understand then.”

She gripped onto his arm tighter, stopping him from taking another step.

“Don’t be daft.” She scolded. “You know the gossip that would ensue if you got involved.”

“You are not meeting with him.” Aemond said sternly to which she just rolled her eyes.

“It will only be for a few minutes. I’ll immediately go to my father to refuse any further advances and we’ll be done with it.”

“Until the next one comes along to vie for your hand.”

“We’ll deal with it when it comes to that, if you haven’t already murdered the entire pool of eligible bachelors.”

Aemond’s brow perked up at the notion. It wasn’t a bad suggestion. She playfully smacked his chest.

“Stop that.”

His jaw clenched, his anger simmering within him. The thought of her arm in arm with another man, the poor fool that would be drooling over her, thinking he had a chance, made him furious.

“When are you meeting with this imbecile?”

She gave him a pointed look at his insult. “In twenty minutes.”

Aemond smirked, the look in his eye darkening, though in a much different way than it had before. The lust that overtook his gaze made her shiver.

“He can wait.”

With that, he crashed his lips to hers and dragged her to the back of the library, their hidden alcove they had desecrated many a time before.

No less than forty minutes later, after Aemond had thoroughly fucked her like an animal and her desperate attempts to straighten her appearance, did she finally meet Lord Elric Wylde in the gardens.

She hoped she wasn’t walking funny as a result of Aemond’s brutal thrusts that had rendered her a moaning, mindless fool.

“My Lady.” He greeted her politely, offering his arm to her, which she accepted, no matter how wrong it felt.

As they began to walk, she steadily ignored the feeling of her lover’s seed that dripped down her thigh.

She forced her mind to move on from the memory of his debauched touches and greedy lips that traveled across every inch of her body and looked to the man beside her, suddenly realizing he was looking at her questioningly.

Her eyes widened as she realized she hadn’t been listening to a word he had said.

“What?”

He laughed slightly. “I asked how your day was.”

“Oh.” She giggled, hoping he couldn’t tell how embarrassed she was. “It’s been fine.”

“I admit, my day is much brighter now that I am in your company.”

She smiled stiffly. She couldn’t find it in herself to force anything more genuine.

They continued to walk throughout the gardens and she was thankfully able to remain half-listening as the eager Lord mostly spoke about himself and didn’t bother to ask her any further questions.

She settled for mindless hums in agreement to whatever he had been spouting on about.

As they turned the corner, she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she met Aemond’s cool eye from across the path.

He smirked at her, the sight causing a blooming heat to burn inside her. She was suddenly more aware of the seed that dripped down her leg.

By the look in his eye and the devilish smirk across his lips it was obvious he was thinking about the same thing.

“Is everything ok?”

She cleared her throat and forced herself to keep walking.

“Yes, everything's fine.” She spoke slightly tersely, completely thrown off by Aemond’s presence. They continued on their way and she silently prayed her lover’s fierce jealousy wouldn’t rear its ugly head.

“My Lord.”

She winced, silently cursing the man she loved and his petty nature.

“Prince Aemond.” Elric greeted, his tone sounding slightly cautious as he came face to face with the feared Prince.

“I am terribly sorry to interrupt, but I heard your father had something urgent to discuss with you.”

“My father?” Elric questioned.

“Yes, he needs to see you in the council room.”

The young Lord looked confused, only inciting Aemond’s frustration further.

“Quickly, my Lord. You mustn't keep your father waiting.” He added forcefully.

The Lord swallowed, his face blanching at the abrupt tone and looked to the Lady beside him, too flustered to notice the scowl she was sending the Prince.

“Of course.” He bowed to both of them respectfully and grabbed her hand, thankfully not noticing how Aemond twitched, having to stop himself from lunging forward and ripping his hand from her.

“I will find you again, my Lady, so we can continue.”

“Of course.” She said stiffly, her smile terse.

As the Lord scurried away, she moved her gaze to Aemond, the smug smirk on his face made her want to rage yet laugh all at once.

“You have some nerve.” She muttered and turned on her heel, though Aemond was quick to follow, falling into step beside her. “You said you would leave it be.”

“I agreed to let you meet with him, I made no such promise about what I would do after.”

“Aemond, people will talk about us and your attempts at derailing a courtship.”

“Let them talk. I’ll gladly have them answer to Vhagar.”

She rolled her eyes and subtly elbowed him in his side, delighting in the breathless wheeze that left his lips.

He reached out, linking his arm through hers before she could leave his side.

“I had to rescue you from such boredom, my love.” He spoke softly.

She looked over at him plainly, knowing he would have found any excuse to ruin her time with any man that dared to think they had a chance with her.

“And what will you do when the poor boy realizes his father did not summon him?”

“If he dares to call me a liar I’ll meet him with my sword.”

She shook her head, though she shouldn’t have been in much disbelief. This was Aemond, he was nothing if not possessive of what he cherished.

Aemond smirked and leaned in closer so his lips brushed against her ear.

“Do you really think I would let another man touch what is mine?” He practically growled. “Tell me, do you think he could tell from your raspy voice that I just had you screaming for my cock?”

She felt a shiver race down her spine, her thighs clenching together at the memory of his devastating touch on her. She pulled her arm from his and turned to face him, delighting in the way his eye darkened with anticipation.

She smirked and took a step backwards, her gaze remaining on him as if keeping him locked into her trance as she walked away.

“Where are you going?” He asked breathlessly.

“To tell my father I don’t wish to court Elric Wylde.”

Aemond grinned triumphantly, his blood thrumming in his veins with blinding desire.

“And then?”

“I think I’ll head back to the library. There’s a particular book I'd like to read again.” She crooned, the sultry smile on her lips stirring his lust, quickly feeling himself hardening at the insinuation of another round with her before the day was done.

“I will see you there.” Aemond called back and tried with all his might not to sprint to the library to wait for her.

Aegon tripped over his own right foot, forcing himself to lean on the stone wall beside him as he drunkenly made his way through the hidden tunnels, hoping he was on the right path to Aemond’s room.

He was in the mood for depravity and he wanted to drag his brother down with him. He just hoped he wasn’t with that Island bitch who was always attached at his hip. She ruined their last visit to the Silk Street.

He smirked to himself triumphantly as he reached the hidden door to Aemond’s chambers. He dropped his wineskin to the ground and pushed it open slowly to avoid making much noise to alert his brother.

He wanted to scare the little twat.

He stepped inside, but froze instantly at the sound of a breathless moan.

Confusion was the first thing he became aware of, but it soon turned to sheer delight as he recognized the sounds of panting and moaning. The sounds were unmistakable.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

Aegon’s eyes widened at the sound of the breathless voice. He didn’t think his brother had it in him.

He slinked into the room with slow, quiet steps. His eyes widened when he peered around the corner, his jaw falling slack.

He knew that figure anywhere.

He knew his brother was in love with the Ixtal girl, he just didn’t think he’d have the balls to do anything about it. But he was dead wrong. He bit his lip as he watched the beauty atop his brother, mesmerized by the movement of her hips.

He watched, enthralled, feeling his cock twitch to life, as her head fell back, the pleasure on her face stirring something inside him. His eyes fell to her perky breasts that bounced tantalizingly with every one of her movements, forcing himself to bite his lip to stifle his own groan of pleasure.

“Aemond.” She moaned, making Aegon cringe at the reminder of the beauty in front of him was currently fucking his brother and not him.

He watched with jealousy as his brother’s hands roamed that perfect body, from her thighs up to her breasts. The sounds of his brother’s groans and pants of pleasure brought anger to bubble to the surface. Aegon’s eyes fell to his brother and he was startled to see the sparkling sapphire gem in place of his eye.

He had never seen his brother without his eye patch on.

The interest in his brother’s eye left swiftly as Aemond tightened his grip on the woman’s hips and thrust upwards, the loud moan she let out bringing him back to the present enticing sight.

Gods, she sounded like a whore from the Silk Street. He wished he could grab her and take her for his own. His brother didn’t deserve that beauty.

He watched the woman plant her hands on Aemond’s chest, her hips bouncing quicker, making him let out a loud, blissful moan. Her nails dug into his skin and it was the moment Aemond placed his hand atop hers, intertwining their fingers and leaning up to kiss her passionately that took Aegon out of the moment, the romantic gesture turning his delight into disgust.

He audibly scoffed, the noise reaching the couple. The woman looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening in horror as she yelped in fright. The second Aemond noticed his brother he swiftly turned them over, quickly covering her bare body with the sheets of his bed. He quickly stood from the bed, pulling his breeches up hastily, his deadly scowl locked onto his drunken wastrel of a brother.

“I had my suspicions brother, but now I know, you are truly pathetic.” Aegon slurred.

“What are you doing here?” Aemond seethed, his voice low with deadly intention.

“Enjoying the show.” He smiled viciously. His eyes moved past Aemond to the girl on the bed, but Aemond moved, blocking his line of sight from her.

“Don’t look at her.”

Aegon scoffed. “It’s too late. I already saw every inch of that whor-”

Aegon’s sentence abruptly ended as a gasping breath escaped him as his back hit the wall behind him, Aemond’s arm against his throat.

“Aemond!” She called out worriedly, wrapping the sheet around her trembling body as she stood from the bed.

He looked over his shoulder at her, the fury in his eye dimming as he noticed how scared she looked.

He turned back to his brother, his face growing redder the longer he pressed against his throat.

“You will never enter my chambers again. You will never speak of this and you will never look at her that way again.” He warned, his voice low, his intention clear.

He lifted his arm, leaving Aegon to stumble to the ground, gasping coughs escaping him as he took in grateful gulps of air. His heaving breaths soon turned to laughs, the drunken idiot finding the situation hilarious.

He unsteadily got to his feet, his eyes moving past his brother to land on the girl again, causing Aemond’s eye to darken, rage bubbling within him.

“You want my silence? You think it comes for free?”

“What do you want?” Aemond seethed through gritted teeth.

Aegon smirked, the sight making Aemond’s blood boil. He dreaded where this was going. His hand twitched, itching to wipe the smug look off his brother’s face.

“I won’t tell our precious mother what you’ve been doing, I won’t tell the court how you’ve sullied this poor girl and ruin her reputation… if I can have a turn with her.”

Her face fell, the hungry look Aegon sent her making her want to crawl out of her skin.

Aemond acted quickly, delivering a swift punch to his brother’s face. Aegon cursed and groaned, losing his footing, but Aemond was quick and wasn’t about to let him off the hook just yet. He grabbed a fistful of Aegon’s greasy hair and yanked him upwards, throwing him against the wall yet again.

“Love, grab my dagger.”

Aemond looked over his shoulder at the girl who was practically trembling in place, her hands clutched onto the sheet, her eyes watering. She gulped and reached for the dagger at his bedside, stepping forward on shaking legs to hand it over.

Aemond smirked darkly, feeling powerful as Aegon’s eyes widened in fear as he pressed the blade against his cheek.

“If you ever look at her in a way that is anything but polite, if you speak any vile comments in her direction, I’ll know and I won’t be giving you a second chance.”

“Brother-” Aegon choked out, a strangled gasp escaping as Aemond pressed harder against his throat, his dagger making a small cut on his cheek.

“You speak one word about her and I will take your tongue. I will cut off each of your limbs and feed them to Vhagar. You will be nothing but ash by the time I’m done with you.” Aemond spoke darkly, his voice steady and calm, fully honest in his threats.

After a few long, tense seconds, Aegon subtly nodded and Aemond lifted his hand, taking the dagger away from his face, leaving a small, almost imperceptible cut on his cheek, leaving nothing but a drop of blood that beaded to the surface.

“Get out.”

Aegon said nothing as he made his leave, not even sparing a glance back at her.

She let out a heavy exhale, her shaking legs almost giving out beneath her as she slowly sat at the edge of the bed, her hands still clutching fistfulls of the sheet wrapped around her.

“Are you alright?” Aemond asked, startling her slightly when she realized he was kneeled in front of her, his hands cradling her face gently, looking at her worriedly.

“He’s going to tell.” She spoke monotonously, her anxious mind conjuring a thousand scenarios of how the next morning will turn out, all ending with her humiliated, flooded with insults and forced to leave the Capitol as nothing more than a ruined whore.

“He won’t.”

“But if he-”

“He won’t do anything.” Aemond assured her, though he couldn’t deny how his own heart raced with equal parts adrenaline and fear of what Aegon could possibly do to ruin his life.

He eyed her carefully, moving to sit next to her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her as he hauled her into his lap. He kissed the delicate slope of her neck softly, moving upwards until he captured her lips with his in a kiss so sweet she would have continued where they had left off if she wasn’t so shaken.

“I will make it right.”

“How?”

He smiled slightly, the light in his eye so different to the fury she had seen just a minute ago.

“By doing what I should have done a long time ago.” He answered softly, his eye searing into hers with nothing but devotion.

Her heart that had finally slowed began to race yet again, this time for a much different reason. The resolution on Aemond’s face brought tears to her eyes. His love for her had always been clear, but now, as she spiraled and he remained calm, her everlasting rock, her guidance back to herself, solidified everything she already knew.

“I cannot go another day with you as my secret.”

“Aemond-”

“You will be my wife.” He spoke seriously. “Even if my grandfather disagrees, we will be married. We’ll leave for Ixtal tomorrow if we have to. I care little for what it would take. All I know is that I will take no wife that is not you.”

Her lips curled upwards, her insides twisting delightfully. She leaned into him, letting her forehead rest against his.

“I love you.” She said, her voice no more than a whisper.

Aemond’s hands tightened around her waist, wishing nothing existed outside of his room, outside of this moment.

“I love you.” He whispered, his lips brushing against hers softly. “Issa prūmia.”

My heart.

His name for her that was only whispered in the safety of his chambers, away from listening ears, could soon be said for all to hear.

“I won’t ever let him hurt you.” He promised her, the dark edge of his voice returning at the mention of his debauched brother.

She wound her arms around him and kissed him firmly, her trust completely his. She worried what Aegon could do to them, to her, having some leverage over them. She worried what Aemond’s mother and grandsire would think of their betrothal, if they would allow it.

She worried about what their future would look like in a mere matter of hours. But she could do nothing about it, so she remained in his arms, letting him hold her as he continuously assured her, promised her nothing but a life of happiness between his sweet kisses.

By the next morning, neither one of them having slept a wink, Aemond dressed and before he left he cradled her face in his hands, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll take care of this, I promise you.”

“What if-”

“Nothing is going to take you away from me. I swear it, my love.” He interrupted her tearful fears. He kissed her once more before leaving his chambers.

The gentle and caring expression on his face fell the moment the door closed behind him. His body became rigid, his face dark with determination as he walked purposefully to his mother’s chambers.

He recited the speech in his head yet again, he’d done nothing else all night, trying to find a way to convince his mother of a betrothal.

Suddenly, as he came to his mother’s door, all words were gone from his head, leaving him standing tensely, his face pale and fear seeping through his veins.

He prayed he had gotten to her before Aegon.

With a deep breath, he slammed the door open and stomped inside the room as if it were his own, startling his mother who placed a hand over her racing heart at the sudden intrusion.

“I’d like to propose a marriage.” He spoke frantically and Alicent’s eyes widened in shock.

“Aemond, now isn’t-”

He interrupted quickly, breathing out the name of the love of his life, effectively shutting up his mother.

“I wish to marry her. I know it’s sudden and to be truthful, I don’t care if you do not agree, I’d take her across the sea to marry her if I had to. We are a fruitful match and I do not see any good reason to disagree.”

His mother was left to stare in disbelief.

A chuckle across the room made Aemond stiffen and he looked over to the other person in the room he had failed to notice. He swallowed, his face growing even paler at the sight of the Lord of Ixtal moving to take a seat in the chair across from his mother.

Embarrassment washed over him as he realized he had interrupted a meeting between his mother and the father of the woman he had just confessed his love for.

“Well, I couldn’t agree more.”

Aemond’s eye widened and he stared at the man incredulously, as if he were merely jesting at his expense.

“I think you two are a fine match.” The man continued. “You clearly hold much affection for my daughter, I could not think of a better person to be at her side.”

Alicent floundered, watching the events unfold before her with wide, horrified eyes. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

“Aemond, we have invited Floris Baratheon to the Capitol. You two are supposed to begin a courtship.” She stuttered out, grasping at straws to stop this in its tracks.

“There are plenty of suitors to take my place.” Aemond countered quickly. Nothing would derail him, nothing would take him away from his love.

“He has practically been courting my daughter for years.” The Lord of Ixtal chimed in with a chuckle. He stood and reached his hand out for Aemond to shake. “You’re a fine man, Aemond. I would be happy for you to take my daughter’s hand.”

The praise, which was so seldom among his own family, made his throat tighten in a way he hadn’t expected and he swallowed thickly, clearing his throat as he shook the hand of the man who had just given him everything he could have ever wanted.

“But-“

“I think we should take this to the King. He’ll be delighted.” The Lord interrupted Alicent before she could voice her displeasure, as if knowing what she was trying to do, prompting a look of resentment from the Queen.

Aemond smiled, overcome with happiness and relief. It clouded his mind enough to not notice how deeply shaken his mother looked.

He was delirious, this was far from how he expected this morning to go. He always held a soft spot for the Lord of Ixtal, not only for creating the person he loved more than life itself, but for the kindness he always showed him, even as a young, ambitious child.

He often found himself wishing his own father was more like the father of his love.

His mind was spinning, barely able to keep track as his father’s dear friend, his soon to be father by law, spoke to his own delirious and decaying father, proposing a unity between their two houses.

It was the first time in years he saw his father smile.

Viserys reached a decrepit hand towards him, his smile revealing his missing and rotten teeth as he spoke his praises, most likely for the first time in his short life. Aemond didn’t care, the slight he thought would’ve plagued him was far from his brain.

All he cared about, all his mind could comprehend, was the fact that his father agreed, that he would soon marry the woman he loved with all his heart.

Once they left the King’s room, the Lord of Ixtal placed his strong hand on his shoulder.

“I’m not naive enough to believe the future will be easy, but I expect you to remain at her side.” He spoke lowly, Aemond quickly understanding what he was subtly referring to. The state of his family was murky on a good day, he knew as his father decayed further, the state of their family would become more tenuous. “I trust you to protect her, no matter what happens.”

Aemond nodded, his determination hardening his features.

“You have my word.” He promised swiftly, determination in his voice. “I will protect her with my life.”

The man smiled and cupped Aemond’s face affectionately, the gesture that of a father, causing a lump to well in Aemond’s throat, wondering if his father had ever done the same.

“You’re a good man, Aemond. You’re everything I could have hoped for my girl.”

Aemond cleared his throat, determined to not let himself become emotional at the affection he had seldom felt in his life, save for the one girl who remained steadily at his side.

With the heavy lump remaining in his throat, his numb body moved him from his father’s chambers, making his way to Helaena’s room, knowing that was where his love usually spent her mornings.

He let out a deep breath, his stomach swirling with nerves as if he was nothing more than that lovesick boy again as he thought of what he had just done, what he just accomplished.

He got to marry the love of his life. They didn’t need to sneak around any longer, they didn’t have to hide just how much they meant to each other.

He made it to Helaena’s chambers, his eyes immediately falling on her, taking a moment to watch her bright smile, her glorious laugh ringing out in the room, soothing every worry he had felt the night before.

He stepped into the room, catching Helaena’s attention who perked up and smiled at him warmly.

“Good morning, brother.”

The woman at her side tensed slightly and turned her head, her wide, inquisitive eyes locking onto him, the question in her gaze clear, her worry seeping out from every inch of her.

The slight upturn of his lips was all she needed to answer her silent question and no more than a second later did her entire body sag in relief, a breathless exhale leaving her as she grinned, allowing every ounce of worry and doubt to roll off her, leaving nothing but pure delight.

Helaena watched the two, not needing much context to understand what they shared, their happiness enough of an explanation for what she knew was soon to come.

She stayed seated as she watched her dear friend stand and wrap her brother in a tight hug. She noticed how tightly Aemond held her, how his lone eye closed in content as he held the girl, his usually tense body sagging against her, as if he no longer had any reservations while he was in her arms.

She smiled in relief, feeling nothing but happiness that two people she held so dear would soon start their lives together.

“It is done?” She whispered as she held tightly to the man of her affection.

“It is done. My father agreed to a betrothal.”

A breathless laugh escaped her, her grip tightening on Aemond, though she no longer had any reason to fear he would be taken from her.

Behind them, Helaena’s smile slowly fell, her bright eyes becoming glassy as she stared off into space, the embroidery in her hands falling to her lap as her grip became slack.

“The light of the sun dims under clouds of green and black.”

The lovers were too caught up in their embrace, they did not hear her mumbled warning.

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Drew and y/n are filming a sex scene

She notices that he gets really turned during those

So when the camera is rolling she grabs under the blanket which covers them in the scene and puts his d*ck in for real

The first time drew f*cks her now a motion picture movie

“Action”

“You look so fucking beautiful” you know that’s Drew’s line but you can’t help the butterflies fluttering your stomach as he rocks his hips back and forth and the intensity in his eyes. You know Drew means those words, not his character.

You smile as your hand travels down his torso, disappearing under the sheets. You feel Drew’s bulge growing as he rocks faster to give the camera effect of you two fucking. An idea pops into your head as you grab ahold of his dick and start pushing it into you.

“Y/n” he whispers your actual name, “what are you doing” he doesn’t stop his movements as his cock slips past your walls and he feels how well you grip him, a small groan escapes his throat.

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You know this will make things complicated between the two of you, but in the moment you didn’t care. You just saw Drew struggling and you wanted to relive some of the pressure. You two have been best friends since the show started filming and you’ve had the hots for him for a while, always flirting with him and watching the way he’d try to play off his feelings for you.

You nip at his ear and smile as you hear his moans in your ear. You love that you can make him feel like this, and that it’s all on camera.

He pulls back, head hanging low as he watches your face. “You’re so fucking hot” he delivered a particularly hard thrust and you melt, squealing out and moaning as your pussy clamps around him and he groans deeply. He leans closer, pretending to kiss your neck for the camera as he whispers, “such a naughty girl, fucking me on camera like this”

You moan and scratch at his back from his words. He shushes you as he continues talking into your ear, “I know, I know, you feel so good wrapped around me”

You grab his face and kiss him. It’s not in the script, but you had to do it in the moment. He pulls back from the kiss and looks deeply into your eyes, he wants to do it again. He wants to do it every night. Kiss your lips, touch your hair, kiss your nose, neck, eyelids, anywhere he can get his hands on you, he wants that. “I love you” he whispers in your ear as you feel him cum. The warm liquid filling your belly and giving you comfort in a strange way.

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username3 test drive? THE CAR OR LANDO?

⤷ username12 that is not lando - surely???

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⤷ username3 this confirms it OH MY GOD

username7 what car do you drive?

⤷ yourusername my personal car is just a peugeot 208 but i rented a porsche for the week!

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yourusername back to work, and back to mercedes for the first time in a while! keep your eyes peeled for some race week content coming your way!

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georgerussell63 right well that's just cruel y/n. please violate lewis JUST ONCE

⤷ yourusername lewis didn't have a habit of running me off the track repeatedly

⤷ georgerussell63 that was ONCE. 14 YEARS AGO.

⤷ yourusername that's a strange way of apologising

⤷ username14 sometimes i forget she used to kart with like half of the grid

⤷ username14 like girly out here interviewing her childhood friends every week

mercedesamgf1 i feel like we need context for the last image, y/n

⤷ yourusername there are some things you will never know, admin

landonorris come back to mclaren tf?

⤷ yourusername soon 🤫

username4 lewis actually took part in social content? don't give me false hope i beg of u

⤷ yourusername not only did he take part, but he served cunt whilst doing so

⤷ lewishamilton i don't think i want to know what this means

⤷ yourusername probably for the best grandpa 💖

username15 sorry is everyone just ignoring lando being desperate in the comments?

⤷ yourusername if we ignore him, he'll go away

⤷ landonorris wrong. ill get worse! hope that helps x

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landonorris milf.

⤷ yourusername im not a mother??

⤷ landonorris *yet.

username3 wait how short is she? 'cos lando is not that tall i SWEAR

maxverstappen1 don't you mean...cougar?

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⤷ lilymhe say less

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⤷ yourusername my hairline is still intact?

⤷ landonorris devoured.

username15 does he not get bored of you asking him questions all the time?

⤷ yourusername not really, 'cos when i run out of work related questions i spiral into asking if he's mad at me every 20 minutes

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shaisuki · 2 days

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imagine surprising satoru with a album of the photoshoot you secretly took.

he remains silent. humming as he flips the pages. gojo satoru is many of emotions but never is quiet. this quiet while skimming through the pages of you, posing in a seductive manner that you didn't knew you can pull off. the photographer was a real help.

“wow.” he silently gasps. flipping page after page and the photos got more risque than the last one and thank the heavens above for this. his girlfriend dressed in different types of lingerie. there's even a photo where you lay in sheet of silks. covering the intimate of your body. flesh peeking through on your most private. satoru have seen you many times. bare and naked and in various lingeries. cute and sexy. stretch marks and cellulites displayed for him to see. daringly bold and fierce.

then there's a particular photo of you. your side profile in display. dressed in a two piece baby blue lingerie with fairy wings the same color. your round stomach poking in that piece and satoru finds it beautiful. thick thighs are pressed and he knows they're doubled in size. thicker and plumper. your head is slightly raised in the picture like you were a fairy waiting for that little dew drop to fall. it's alluring. adding an air of mystic that captivates who ever sees it. hypnotizing. too bad, these are only for his eyes.

a goddess you are in these photos and duh, in personal also. satoru prefers you in your natural beauty and the photos are the mixed of different varieties of sweets. ready to be eaten and he's one hungry man. he's almost salivating from these photos. how could you be this beautiful and satoru takes a pause in looking at the pictures and gazes at you.

“do you like it, satoru?” you asked him. a shy smile on your lips and satoru could think that the woman in these photos and you are different from how you act around him. like is an understatement. he loves it more than he can say so he pulls you to his lap.

“like? i should get this all framed up and displayed on my wall for me to see.” his blue eyes shimmering with a boyish smile in his lips. “gorgeous you are in these photos but i rather prefer you dresses in these pieces personally.” he said. trailing kisses to your neck.

say no more, satoru.

and the next surprise he got is you sitting in the middle of his bed with the photo he loved the most.

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cerisereids · 2 days

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𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 (𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲)- 𝗮.𝗵. [𝗽𝘁. 𝟯]

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Pairing- aaron hotchner x fem!rossi!reader

summary- down on your luck after a huge betrayal, you return to live at your father's house with your tail between your legs. you're humiliated, thoroughly convinced nothing good could come from returning home. then you meet aaron hotchner.

warnings- heavy making out, grinding, groping, no fr fr smut but they get real saucy, reader and Aaron being sneaky, me finally trying out proper capitalization (let me know if there’s any I missed!)

A/N- AHHHH ITS HERE YALL!!! Thanks for your patience and kind words!!! Hope you enjoy!!! Dividers from @saradika-graphics and @reveriesources !!! And as always thank you to my love @basketonthedoorstepofthefbi for helping me through all of this!!

Six sharp dings ring through the elevator as it ascends to the Behavioral Analysis Unit. The doors part, and you’re met with a bustling office that could be straight out of a 2000s romcom. You balance a tray of two coffees and adjust the strap of your purse, daring to enter. You have no idea where to even begin to find your father, but the sight of a tall, lanky Spencer Reid seems promising, so you make a beeline for the bullpen.

“Hiiii!!” squeaks a high pitched voice to your left, and you turn to find Penelope.

“Hi, Penelope!” you squeal in return, running to give her a hug. Your giggly greeting grabs the attention of other team members, and Penelope insists on taking the coffee tray from you as she leads you to them. You grin as you approach your father’s coworkers, eager to see you once more since the party.

You scan the group, heart sinking just slightly when you realize a certain 6’2 Unit Chief is not amongst them. You exchange pleasantries anyway, just as excited to see the rest, too.

“Where’s my papà?” you question, taking the tray back from Penelope.

“Probably somewhere with Hotch,” Spencer nods absentmindedly, unaware of the fire sparkling in the pit of your stomach at the mention of the man you kissed two weeks ago.

You and Penelope discreetly squeeze each other’s hands in a ‘we’ll talk later’ fashion, and you set off to find your father. Just your father.

Your heart beats a mile a minute as you start for your dad’s office, climbing the short stairway to get there. The door of the office before his swings open, stopping you dead in your tracks. Your father exits the doorway first, followed by Aaron. You freeze wide eyed, any last effort to remain casual vanishing from your body the second you lay eyes on him.

He’s even more beautiful after not seeing him for fourteen days- you’ve been counting- if that’s even possible. There’s a small glint in his eye, lips in the slightest uptick that you want to lean over and kiss off. You sigh, regaining a semblance of normalcy, enough to turn your attention to your father.

“Hello Papà!” you exhale shakily, and you silently chastise yourself. You really should be better at this, sneaking around with a guy in front of your dad, you did live with him in high school after all.

This feels different, though, and not just because it’s been nearly a decade since then. Aaron’s different. He’s debonair, so suave that it’s disarming, breathtaking- but somehow, he manages to be gentle and kind all the same. Your conversation in the kitchen that night plays on a constant loop in your mind- how he made you laugh, how comfortable you felt being yourself, how he’s the first person to loosen you up like that in years.

“Hello my principessa!” he croons, as if he really doesn’t notice. You give up on trying to profile your father, a habit you should have shaken long ago.

You lean into his hug, turning your head the opposite direction of Aaron. You pray he doesn’t feel your heart about to beat out of your chest, and if he does, he doesn’t say anything. You breathe a sigh of relief as you pull away, leaning up to exchange a kiss on each cheek.

“To what do i owe the surprise, sweetheart?” he beams, and your heart warms. Getting to know your father as an adult the past few weeks has eased a little bit of the blow of returning back home. He’s fun, actually, when you can drink wine together and fully care for yourself when he leaves for work. It’s not perfect, but it’s better, and you see that in his gleaming eyes today.

“Just wanted to say hi!” you smile, liar, “I brought you a coffee! Thought you might need it.”

He gives you another hug, pressing a kiss to your temple as he takes the plastic resin cup from your hands, “wow, lucky me! thank you, principessa,” he mutters, and you give him a firm squeeze around his middle before letting go once more.

“You remember Aaron?” he nods to his left nonchalantly, thankfully focused greatly on his cinnamon dolce latte, from his favorite italian cafe in dc- you’re really trying to distract him. Your dad gets a phone call soon after, abandoning you with the only man in the room you cannot be trusted alone with.

“Uh-yes,” your brain takes a second to process his first name, the mere mention of it rendering you nearly speechless. You find your footing, though, an exhale escaping your lips as you turn to face him, “hi, Aaron.”

It nearly comes out a whisper, and his brow raises just slightly, “hello, it’s good to see you again,” there’s a glint in his eye as he extends his hand for you to shake. What seems like a normal conversation externally- even a room full of profilers- twists you up internally.

The warmth of his large hand covering yours sends a jolt of electricity through your veins, reducing your heart to ashes. The shock of the contact, as little as it is, erupts a swarm of butterflies through your stomach. They flutter up to your chest, pattering at your charred heart. Your breath hitches, your jaw falling open just slightly. He catches it, though. Of course he does. There’s a slight uptick in the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining with amusement.

“About the other-” Aaron starts, and your heart races. It falls into your stomach when he’s cut off by your dad, an impending case requiring his attention. He turns and nods to your father, shooting you an apologetic look before making his way into the conference room.

You’re frozen as you watch him move, feet planted into the floor like a statue. Your gaze follows him as he glides so effortlessly into the conference room. The door shuts, and you feel like it’s been slammed in your face, regardless of the fact that you’re all the way across the room. You’re afforded the slightest glimpse of him through the conference room window, he’s already looking at you when you catch his gaze, and your stomach somersaults.

His brown eyes flitting towards yours solidifies your decision, bucking yourself up to accomplish what you truly came here for. Your fingers press into the pocket of your jeans, a small slip of paper with your number on it crinkling against the denim. You pluck it out between your thumb and forefinger, and make a show of dropping your keys right in front of the closed door of Aaron’s office.

In your haste to pick up your belongings, you slip the sheet of paper under the tiny crack between the door and the floor. You pop up facing the conference room, his gaze still nearly burning a hole through the glass window. The reality of your actions sink in, like a rock plummeting to the bottom of your stomach. You stare back for a brief, fleeting moment, before fleeing.

You pace anxiously back and forth in the kitchen, anticipating a call. the call. Your father had texted that they’d landed safely almost an hour ago. you’re certain they’re incredibly busy, which means that- if he even wants to talk to you at all- he’ll only be able to call in one of those brief pockets of free time a bau case allows. Which could be literally whenever.

You sigh, resting your elbows on the far end of your kitchen island. Your cheeks heat up at the memory of the last time you were sat here- who you were with, the conversations you had, how the night ended. The irony of this being your resting spot is not lost on you.

Every night since then, you’d tossed and turned in your bed, replaying the scene over and over, wondering if he was doing the same. Your impending feelings for your father’s coworker have been tearing open your chest lately, chewing on your remains until you had no choice. You had to see him. You had to at least talk to him. It’s not everyday you’re kissed by a modern Adonis and are expected to just move on.

There truly was no underlying motive for your actions earlier, you came back home to find yourself. The last thing you need is to get entangled with your father’s good friend and colleague. You left New York to escape drama, not cause it, but that kiss, oh that kiss. You felt like you were a starlet in an old Hollywood film, swept off her feet by a gentleman who kisses like his life depended on it.

You remember the softness of his lips, the sting of whiskey coating his tongue. You can still feel his large hands cupped around your jaw, the warmth from them radiating straight to your heart. You recall the sturdiness of his middle as your hands explored up and down his broad back, his spine shivering under your touch. You’re warm and fuzzy at the memory, and decide you can’t take it any longer. you march out of the kitchen, leaving your phone on the island.

You freeze at the bottom of the steps the second it rattles against the marble, obnoxious and grating. Your head whips to the tabletop, where your vibrating phone dances against it. You swear you could have beat Usain Bolt with the speed in which you traveled from the front hall steps back into the kitchen. An unknown number lights up your screen, acid pooling in your stomach at the sight.

Your hands shakily grab the device, nearly sending him to voicemail before you bite the bullet and lift your phone to your ear, “hello?” you inquire, you still don’t really know who’s number it is, after all.

“Hi,” a deep voice breathes over the line, and you know it’s him.

“Aaron-”

“Do you want to get dinner with me when we get back from this case?” he cuts you off, and you’re honestly thankful. You had no idea what you were going to say.

You’re silent for a moment, your ears fuzzy and stomach burning white hot, “yes,” you exhale, and you can hear him sigh over the line.

“Good. We’ll be on our way back sunday, I’ll call you then,” you can’t get a word in edgewise before he hangs up, abandoning you in complete and utter disbelief.

Your phone falls from your ear and you scramble shakily to find Penelope’s contact. You press call in record speed, hitting the speaker icon so you can set your phone down and continue pacing.

“Hi pretty girl!” she chirps over the line, “is everything alright?”

“Hi Penelope, i’m so sorry, i know you’re working…” you fiddle with your hands as the regret of calling her, of bothering her, really sinks in.

“No, no! I have a few minutes to chat, what’s up? you sound worried!” you can hear concern in your voice, and you’re so thankful you’ve found a friend in her. She’s made your transition home so much easier, just by being there.

“Aaron asked me to get dinner?” you pose as a question, even though there’s nothing to be curious about.

“what?” Penelope inquires over the line, and you wish you had a better answer, “have you spoken since the kiss?” the last two words are hissed out, and you can practically hear her head whipping around in search of your father.

“Barely!” you groan, resting your elbows on the kitchen island, head in your palms, “When I was there to bring my dad coffee earlier today, we said hello and shook hands. I slipped my number under his door before I left,” you confess breathily, and she gasps over the line.

“You dirty dog!” she chastises, and your cheeks heat up.

“No!” you defend.

“Yes!” she responds, accusatory, “wait, so then why do you sound so nervous? Is this not a good thing?”

“No-it’s-ugh!” you massage your temples as you try and justify your dissonance, “I just want to talk. I’m afraid this dinner will end up being a bit more than talking.”

There’s silence over the line for a moment, before Penelope speaks up, “you just want to…talk? just talk? with the man who kissed you like you were the last woman on earth?” she pulls that last quote from a conversation a few weeks ago in which you confided in her about said kiss, “your words, not mine!” she defends when she hears you scoff.

“Yes! i just want to talk,” you breathe, thanking your lucky stars you have someone to talk this through with, “I came back home to find myself, to escape the messiness of my life in New York. Going forward with him in any way will completely undo all of that.”

She sighs over the line, and you want to resent the pity in it, “I get that, it’s very understandable. Men are so messy,” she jokes, and you can hear the scrunch in her nose, “It’s important to take care of yourself, and I’m happy you see that,” you smile, but what she says next makes it fall, “but what I will say is that sparks were most definitely flying between you two, so if you’re really trying to anti-seduce him or whatever, try to go somewhere casual, nothing too fancy.”

You groan, rubbing your eyes with your fingertips, “good idea, Pen. Thank you, I really appreciate you talking this out with me,” you smile.

“Of course, my love! anytime! I support you in whatever decision you make, just so you know. I’m always supportive of finding yourself, but I’m also supportive of making out with a hot guy. Let me know which one occurs on Sunday night,” she chirps, and you sign off.

You smooth your hands down the denim mini skirt hugging your thighs, a red top clinging to your middle. You’d been taken on dates before by some of the richest, most powerful men in New York, men who’d convinced you they’d make your writing dreams come true. Yet, none of them had you as nervous as you are now, waiting for Aaron Hotchner to come pick you up.

Butterflies swarm through your stomach, nearly making you nauseous as you paced by the front door. Your father thankfully headed straight to bed after getting home from the case, so you don’t have to worry about that tonight. That’s a future you problem, you’ve decided. You freeze when there’s a knock at the door, hands fumbling for your purse before shakily turning the knob.

All the breath is stolen from your lungs at the sight of him. He’s tired, you can tell from the soft droop in his eyelids, the gentle muss of his hair, like he’s been running his fingers through it. Your heart drops to your stomach as you take him in, he looks so damn good. A dark polo adorns his broad shoulders, paired with jeans and white sneakers. The denim hugs his tree trunk thighs in a way that makes you dizzy, nothing could have prepared you for seeing him in those jeans.

Your eyes snap back up to his, and they’re a bit more amused now, and reading you like a book. Your cheeks heat up as you step onto the front porch, “hi…” you trail off gently, shutting the door as locking it behind you. Neither of you move for a moment, standing face to face mere inches from each other. Both your hands hold your bag in front of your body, as if you were trying to protect yourself from him.

He reads your body language, which you know is incredibly instinctual for profilers, and steps away before leading you off the porch. He offers a gentle hand as you descend the steps, your black kitten heels pattering against the concrete. It’s not romantic, strictly cordial, but the mere touch of your fingertips against his shoots lightning through your veins all the way to the pit boiling in your stomach.

“Hi,” he replies softly as you hop off the final step onto the concrete.

You see the way he scans your body, taking in the low neckline of your top, the short length of the skirt. You insecurely pull at the hem of it, and he snaps his gaze to the concrete below him. He opens his car door for you before jogging over to his side. Once he’s in, an uneasy tension fills the car like a thick fog. The mutual attraction fizzles and pops in the air like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.

It’s silent as his hand drops to the gear shift, a large hand wrapping around the handle, putting it in reverse. His hand comes up to the back of the passenger’s seat, looking over his shoulder as he pulls out of the driveway. You can’t help but glance at his neck, the way it twists, the vein running up along the side. You gulp, looking forward once more, palms laid flat on your thighs.

You drive in silence for a few minutes before a bright white and red sign reading ‘24H DINER’ shines in your eyes. You glance at him with your brow raised, and in the glow of the neon sign you can see the peaks of his cheeks turn pink. He shrugs one shoulder slightly, “it’s been a long day. I need a burger. After you, sweetheart,” the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly that you barely register it as you step out of the car.

Once you do, you press a hand to your stomach in a weak attempt to quell the butterflies that have once again unleashed within you. He opens the door for you and you all but swoon, thanking him in a small, sweet voice as you step in the diner. The old jukebox in the corner and rotary dial hanging on the wall date the charming place, fluorescent lights beaming down on you from above.

He leads you to a booth in the far right corner, thankfully speaking first, “thank you for agreeing to meet with me, I just-” he shakes his head, nearly in disbelief, before he goes on, “I want to say I’m sorry, if I put you in an uncomfortable situation by kissing you. That wasn’t my intention, and I want to give you the opportunity to say no, if that’s what you want.”

He crosses his hands on the table and you nearly groan at his consideration, “that’s very kind of you,” you begin, inhaling a shaky breath.

“It didn’t make me uncomfortable, in fact, I was almost too comfortable,” you smile shyly at this, as does he, and you feel like you’re in the movie Grease, sitting with Danny Zuko at The Frosty Palace.

“I just…I came home to find myself. I’m just not sure if seeing my father’s coworker falls into that category,” you put gently.

His smile falls only slightly, “I completely understand that, you deserve to take this time for yourself.”

He’s so sweet, you’re nearly resentful, “thank you for understanding,” you smile, and thankfully you’re interrupted by a waitress with a notepad.

Aaron orders a burger with fries and a chocolate milkshake. You ponder the menu briefly before deciding to trust him, and order the same thing. You’re glad you did once the food arrives, happily munching on crisp fries and a juicy burger, washing it down with the most delicious chocolate milkshake you've ever tried in your life.

“So, why did you choose to take me here?” you ask around a big bite of burger.

He shrugs, “I like to come here after tough cases, my dad used to take me and my brother here when we were little. I don’t have a lot of positive memories with the man, but this place is one of them,” his gaze finally lifts from the table up to you. The softness in his gaze hardens over, his walls building back up after sharing too much.

“That’s really sweet,” you attempt to ease his vulnerability, “to be fair, I don’t really have many childhood memories with my dad at all. He wasn’t really present in my life until high school.”

He quirks his brow inquisitively, and you take that as a sign to continue, “he and my mom divorced when I was in middle school, too many late nights on the job got to be too much for her,” you pause momentarily, afraid you’ve gone too far.

you don’t know much about the people your dad works with, but you know enough about how divorce tears through that unit, like a tornado, Penelope once said.

“Yeah?” he asks, his soft tone allows you to feel comfortable continuing.

“Yeah, everything up until their divorce is marked by the fancy parties they dragged me to. Book releases, FBI galas, you name it, I was there in a ruffly dress, most likely throwing a tantrum,” you smile gently, and he returns it. It’s so soft, so sweet, that you have no idea how you’re going to last the rest of this meal without feeling those lips on yours again.

“He’s shown us a lot of pictures of you, y’know,” Aaron murmurs across the table, a smug smirk pulling at his lips, “he loves you a lot. He’s really happy you’re reconnecting.”

“I am too,” you smile back, but the mere mention of your father hangs heavy between you two, a glaring reminder of why you can’t fall prey to that smile. that beautiful smile.

You straighten your back against the booth, creating as much space as possible between you two. His smile drops, and your heart twists with regret. You wish so desperately that things could be different with the man sitting across from you, that you met in another life. All the forces in this life seem to be keeping you two apart, you can’t help but hope that’s for the best, even when you want to lean over the table and kiss him with everything in you.

Once you’re finished eating, he pays for both of you- another reason to curse your circumstances- and you head out to his car. He opens the car door for you once more, and you can’t help the way your heart rate kicks up, your stomach twirling with girlish glee. You place your hands flat on your thighs once more, like it’d help you control the fire burning white hot in your stomach, spreading lower and lower with each second.

He gets in the driver’s side, but doesn’t move. You turn inquisitively, “Aaron, are you okay?”

He doesn’t respond, he just leans over the center console, grabs your face in his hands, and kisses you. His lips against yours is like a drug, one you’ve withdrawn from for far too long. You freeze for a moment, and he pulls away. The loss of his warmth feels like you’ve dropped on a rollercoaster, your stomach plummeting to the deepest part of you. You stare at each other in a loaded silence, your breathing hot and heavy.

He goes to speak, but before he can get any words out, you’re climbing over the console to straddle him. You plant your lips firmly on his, and he sighs against your lips as you settle your weight fully onto him. He grips your cheeks once more, deepening the kiss. His right hand travels down your neck, grazing your collarbones, over your back, and all the way down to grab a handful of your ass, pulling you even closer into him.

He groans as you drag over him, a sound you wish you could bottle up and open whenever you want. You two are sloppy, desperate as your lips smack against each other, tongues grazing ever so slightly.

“I thought…you wanted to…focus on yourself,” he breathes between kisses, and you pinch his side. He grips your ass firmer in response, his left hand cradling the back of your neck.

“Sometimes focusing on myself means making out with a hot guy,” you use Penelope’s logic from earlier, unbeknownst to him, of course.

He pulls back at that, a bashful smile spreading across his lips, his cheeks tinted pink in the light of that same red and white ‘24H DINER’ sign.

“I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve been called that,” he breathes, and your heart melts. You can’t help but lean down and kiss him again, bouncing just gently on him, as a treat. It earns you another small moan, and your eyes nearly roll in the back of your head.

Your fingertips travel from his shoulders, down to his torso as his kisses spread from your lips to your chin to your neck.

“You’re beautiful, Aaron,” you whisper, hands gripping his big, broad shoulders once more. He pauses at this, just for a moment, before both of his hands knead your ass as he continues his assault on your neck.

“I mean it,” you continue, fingers scraping the nape of his neck, you play with the hair there and he shivers. “You feel so good, your lips, your hands, God,” you groan breathily as he begins to drag you back and forth along his lap.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs into your shoulder, no doubt taking a peek of your panties that your now-ridden-up skirt has exposed. “You really thought you could wear a top like this…” his lips travel from your shoulder to your chest, mouthing at the skin there. “A skirt like this…and this wouldn’t happen?” He looks up at you with a bewildered smile on his face, and you can feel the length of him hard beneath you as you rock back and forth.

“I did just want to talk, but I still had to look hot,” you smirk as you explain, still rocking back and forth against him. He leans back in his seat as you move, mesmerized by the sight in front of him. His hands travel up your body, wrapping around your waist and helping you move against him. They eventually grip your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

You whine petulantly, furrowing your brows and pouting slightly. He rises up to kiss it off, sitting back again while his hands travel to your thighs, rubbing there gently.

“We need to stop,” he rasps, “I won’t be able to control myself if we continue. I’m not doing this with you for the first time in a car.”

Your heart melts at his statement, lowering yourself to give him one last kiss. You finagle your way back over the console, and his hand gives your butt a little tap as you lean. You squeal, situating yourself back in the passengers seat, fixing your skirt and raking your fingers through your hair. Two goofy smiles bloom on your faces the entire drive home.

Two weeks after that night at the diner, you and Aaron have become intertwined in an illicit affair of sorts. Your father has been traveling outside of work more than usual, having taken off some time for an upcoming book tour. Where he found the time to write another book in the middle of all his profiling, you have no idea.

What you do know is that it’s allowed you and Aaron a lot of private time, trapped in a bubble where the questionable ethics of sleeping with your father’s coworker don’t exist.

The sun trickles through the window, casting your bed in a soft golden glow. Aaron stirs next to you, his broad, muscly back facing you. You lean forward, pressing kisses all over his skin, your lips finding every possible inch.

“Good morning,” he chuckles, and you rest your cheek against his warm back.

“Good morning, my angel,” you murmur back.

“Want some coffee?” He stretches, reaching for a clean pair of boxers to slip on. You shamelessly ogle his bare butt, lightly tapping it and making him scoff.

“Coffee sounds great, hot stuff,” you wink and he rolls his eyes, pulling a white t-shirt over his head.

His eyes trail over your bare frame, a light sheet draped over half of you, clinging to you like a Greek goddess. He bites his lip and you grow shy under his gaze. He leans down to kiss you before heading downstairs to make the coffee. You’ll join him in a minute, you suppose, meandering about your bathroom as you complete your morning routine.

You slip on one of Aaron’s shirts, a faded navy GWU t-shirt falling over your frame. You patter down the steps as you hear the door creaking open and closed. You pause, your stomach dropping at the thought of your dad coming home from his tour early. You choose the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe Aaron saw a package or something.

When you walk into the kitchen, your fears have come true. There’s your father, staring down Aaron in complete silence. You feel like you’re Alice, falling down the rabbit hole. This can’t be happening.

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prejacforlife · 2 days

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AI PORN is the FUTURE. And the FUTURE is NOW. Just because AI Woman aren’t real doesn’t mean you get to view them like an Alpha male would. You are still a small clitted Beta loser, after all. These AI Goddesses represent the beauty that are REAL Woman. So you’ll consume your AI Porn just like you would real porn, BETA SAFE. Deepen your love of Porn, and add AI to the list of your triggers, TODAY. Don’t get left behind by the march of science! 😉 - J🌸

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commanderofwhat · 2 days

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Do you think Dream ever tells Hob something, or shows Hob something, or even gives him something, and sometimes, for a second, thinks, "Roderick Burgess would be so pissed to see this"

If the immortality wasn't enough to send the bastard into a screaming fit, then it would certainly be bow favored Hob is to a being such as Dream of the Endless, much less fucking Death of the Endless just by being... normal? And cocky about it at the right time and right place and what does he do?

600 years of mundane ambitions, nothing vaguely grabbing at any real power, no study of the occult or even interactions or demands for more

Burgess sacrifice so much time, energy wasted at bargaining with a void until his death, Hob just got everything he wished for by just being lucky enough to end up as two universal forces /joke/

While Burgess rots in hell, Dream of the Endless shows Hob the Dreaming's Library and, yes, Dream revels in how much the old man would have frothed at the mouth to get his stained hands on such books, such knowledge and here was Hob, a peasant now every day professor, who mostly asked for a bit of Dream's time, not even for his benefit, mostly Dream is the one being given wines and teas and whatever foods Hob tries to sway Dream into trying.

Maybe sometimes hell shows Burgess the scenes of Hob tucking Dream of the Endless, a being that survived a century of airless imprisonment like he was the most fragile creature in the world before a movie night

Burgess had to use an entire ritual, a whole cult and countless workers to force the Endless presence, all Hob has to do it smile and shly look away while tugging at an ear to get a visit, a promise, a /deal/

Hob gets to have all the time imaginable and gets to now spend it lovingly close to the most beautiful creature ever conceive while Burgess rots for being the wrong kind of idiot

A scene of Hob being given a dreamstone, something Burgess would have literally killed for, just to let Hob spend even more lucid time in the Dreaming, to protect him from the ever increasing enemies of both the man and the Endless

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #my fics #idk where im going w this im just rambling but you get what i mean😭

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sunrisesfromthewest · 2 days

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First Encounter Part 5

Warnings: SMUT+18,Armando finally getting that 🐱,R-rated Language ,Armando causal taking a piss like it’s normal between y’all 😂Very little Breeding kink,Shower Sex, (Poor Kitty Abandoned and Marcus still traumatized by his decision😭) Previous Chapter on my page💓

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As you enter the shower you moan in relief as the hot water cascades against your exhausted body. Soaking up the heat, that is now surrounding you, you grab your exfoliating sheet and favorite body wash, eager to wash off today's stress and worries.

As you run the soapy sheet against your legs you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander to the steamy make out sesh with Armando. Running your hands over your thighs you sigh with need, ”Damn..maybe I should’ve asked him to join me.”

Continuing your shower routine, you began to hear water running, confused you take a peek from around the curtain only to freeze at the sight before you. Armando stood in front of the toilet; shirt tucked under his chin, tan muscled stomach flexing slightly, as he peed.

Eyes trailing down his figure you let out a gasp as he turned, giving you a beautiful view of his thick lengthy member. Hearing a gasp Armando looks up only to see you gazing at him, specially at a certain body part. "Enjoying the view, princess.", he says with a smug look while shaking his member lightly before tucking himself back in his boxers.

Realizing you been caught you pull the shower curtain back, blocking his view as you yell, "Why didn’t you knock!”

Hearing a laugh and a flush, you step back away from the water already knowing that it would briefly become cold before returning back to its normal temp. “The real question is do you want me to join you, princess.” tensing at his words, you stop, brain spitting out multiple reasons on why you should decline, but you feel a light throb between your legs at his offer.

Sticking your head out the shower, you see him drying his hands, while leaning against your bathroom sink. Brown eyes meeting yours while he gives you a teasing smile,” What’s it gonna be mamá?”

Biting your lip trying to contain your smile, you open the curtain partcially,allowing him to get a view of your chest. Watching as the water rundown the valleys of your pretty brown breast, Armando releases a hungry growl,” Definitivamente te estoy golpeando, cariño(I'm definitely knocking you up, baby).”

Giggling in excitement as you see him strip, you move back under the water, thanking your past self for getting the wet and wavy sew ins. Watching as his tan sun kissed body steps in the shower with you, you let out a sigh in anticipation and admiration.

“Are you sure that this is what you want,cuz once I start ain’t no stopping." he says as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. Moaning from the embrace you nod your head not trusting your voice at the moment. “Don’t go mute on me Y/N, I need to hear your pretty mouth say yes."

Lifting up your chin, with a single finger, your brown eyes connect with his, "Use your words, mamá”.Letting out a breathy yes, Armando brings you into a sloppy kiss, arms wrapping around his neck you run a hand against his head pressing him forward.

Sucking on his tongue, Armando groans into the kiss, body shaking from the sensation, hands gripping your waist he pulls you closer grinding against you. Not breaking the kiss, he nips at your full lips, while giving your ass a smack. "Keep teasing me like that Y/N and Imma make sure you have a limp while you attempt to walk.", he says in between kisses.

Shuddering from his words you pull back running your hands against his firm pecks” Promise", you say already feeling dazed by the kiss alone. Feeling his dick jump at your words, you smile trailing a hand down his wet chest and pass his stomach.

Hearing him release a sigh, you began to jerk him off, wrist moving up and down, at a slow pace. Moaning he grips your ass harder, sucking at your neck while deeply muttering, “Lo prometo.... A la mierda mamá.... Lo prometo!(I promise.... fuck mama.... I promise!)”

Tracing your thumb over his tip, you feel him shiver against you, while you rub his precum against him member. Armando bites your neck, while trailing kisses down your chest, feeling him flick your nipple with his tongue made you moan loudly.

He growls as he began to nip, suck and bite your breast: listening as he sucks on your breast made you slick between your legs. As he gives the same attention to the other breast you feel his hand wonder down to your inner thighs.

Gasping he begins to rub your clit in hard circular motions, throwing your head against the shower wall you moan, which only seemed to make him move faster. Moving away from your breast his eyes darken as he watches your expression change, "You like that baby, does it feel good." he says eyes trained on you waiting for a reply.

To loss in the sensation, you failed to hear what he said resulting in him pinching your clit,gulping you say, "What?" Smirking at your loss expression he says,”Y/N you better start listening or this is going to be a long night." Nodding your head, you feel him roughly rub your clit,”What I say about that nodding, shit.” Sighing as he begins to run his fingers through your wet folds, you moan while saying "Okay, Daddy!" Feeling his hands freeze you look up at him confused on why he stopped.

Licking his lip he gives you an intense stare, "What you just say, baby?”, blinking as you watch his eyes switch to predatory, you say Daddy raising an eyebrow. Seeing you give him a confused innocent look only made him, harder as he grabs your left leg wrapping it around his waist.

“Say it again,” he says rubbing his thick length between your wet folds, blinking you look into his eyes moaning Daddy. Armando grinds into you hard repeating his words, again as he kisses your moist lips.

Kissing him harder your breath hitches as his tip rubs against your clit.” No sabes lo que me haces, mamá(You don't know what you do to me,mama),” he says chuckling darkly, "I haven’t even given you my dick yet and your already about to cum.”

Trembling from his words and his merciless grinding you kiss at his neck begging. "What you want baby?” he says as he hears you plead, while dragging his dick against you, "Use your words, I ain’t telling you again.” Smacking your ass hard, he waits for your reply, "I want you inside of me!" you whine as you feel a stinging sensation from the slap.

Carefully picking you up Armando presses you against the shower wall, body getting soaked by the shower head. Giving you a soft kiss on the lips, he presses his toned body against your soft one while grabbing his member eagerly. Lining his tip up with your entrance he asked if you were ready.

“I’m more than ready, Mando.” you say sucking at his neck, while running your nails against his back. After hearing you confirm that you were ready, he pushes in the tip letting out a shaky sigh. Reaching a hand up to grab your chin he pulls you into a bruising kiss, as he eases his thick dick into your wet pussy,inch by inch.

“Damn,baby you taking my dick so good." he groans, voice deep and raspy. "I barely done anything to you,Y/N and your pussy is soaking!" Wrapping your thick legs around his tan waist tighter, as he begins to slide in and out of you, made you shiver with pleasure.

“If this was any other time, I would’ve made you wear a condom," you say in between pants, while kissing his shoulder. Gripping your ass harder, he starts drilling into your shit,which in return caused you to hold onto him for dear life.

“Cariño, este coño es mío, ya no tienes que preocuparte por la protección.(Baby, this pussy is mine, you don't have to worry about protection no more.)”, he says growling in your ear, while pounding into you.

You couldn’t tell if it was water or slick running, down your legs but the way your body was twitching against him, leaned you more towards the second option. Gasping as he hit a certain area had you moaning like crazy, while throwing your head back.

"Is that it baby....is that the spot." He said thrusting into you, more anxious to see you come on done. Locking your low lidded brown eyes with his dilated ones almost made you cum on the spot. Running a hand through his hair you give him light praises, while shifting your hips against his hungrily.

“Fuck,right their baby.... you're making me feel so good!" you said trying your best to grind against him from the position you were in. Clenching around him, you set one of your legs on the shower floor, attempting to meet his thrust with your own, as he hits that spot again.

“I’m close Mando...so fucking close!" you said kissing at his neck, while reaching between y'all to rub your swollen clit. “Damn it, baby, I can feel you gripping me, warm pussy just sucking me up......and the noises your making is driving me crazy......” he says, breathless, thrusting harder as he tries to hold back and savor the feeling of being inside of you.

Your orgasm sneaking up on you caused you to throw your head back, eyes closed as you let out a loud moan, body freezing up. Kissing against your open mouth, his movements begin to studder as he feels you clench around his dick hard. Gulping he talks you through it,” Ahí lo tienes, mamá... así de simple...sigue chupando mi polla, mamá......¡Estoy tan cerca!(There you go mama... just like that...keep sucking in my cock, mama......I'm so close!).”

Hammering into you he chases after his on release, pulling your head back by your hair as he attacked your already bruising neck. Becoming overstimulated you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him into you. As he gets close to the edge his thrusting turn into a frantic uncoordinated thrust, he asked you where you wanted him to cum.

Mind to fucked to think straight you mumble, "Inside....I want you.... inside." Hearing you say that sent him over the edge as he cums,inside you ,hips stuttering, eyes squeezed shut as he holds onto you tightly.

Laying boneless against him while the now warm water falls, down your combined bodies had you relaxed. Pulling you closer to him, as he rocked against you, had your nerves trembling, thrusting up once more into you, made you slap his back.

Letting out a breathless laugh, he asked if you were okay, moving his head back to look at your flustered fucked out expression." Peaches and cream......literally, "you say giving him a content but teasing smile.

Bursting out laughing, he reached for what he assumed was your body wash and proceed to rub the soap against your body, opting to use his now wrinkled tan hands. Pouring some in your wrinkled hand as well you began massaging it in to his skin.

Once you two were done washing each other bodies (more like groping), you turn off the water and stepped out the shower with shaky legs. Grabbing two towels out your cabinet you handed Armando one, which he accepted, and begin drying off.

Wrapping a small towel around your head, you paused in realization, "Where's my baby at?” Towel wrapped low around his waist ,he smiles brightly, "Like I said I wanted to play with his mamá pus-” not even giving him the chance to finish, you walk away or at least attempt to, in search of your abandoned kitty.

Meanwhile.......

Kelly and Dorn have returned to their lake house after saving Rita who was almost killed by Lockwood. Kelly looks around for you to see if you can check out Rita's bruises, but is only left confused when you and..... Armando is nowhere in sight.

Kelly walks up to Marcus to ask where you went; who she just noticed bawled up on the couch looking traumatized, "Hey, did Y/N go to her house?” Mike looks up as he heard the question but before he was able to cut in, Marcus still bawled up started rocking, whispering quietly.

Kelly screws her face together, not quiet hearing him, Dorn walks over to see what is going on but is pulled back by Mike who sent him a ‘trust me on this’ look.

Grabbing his shoulder to ask what’s wrong, Marcus sits up suddenly, giving Kelly a dead serious look, "You think Latino Mike is going to force my baby to birth little gangsters?”

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Authors note:I ain’t even gonna lie ya’ll,I struggle so hard writing this😃,I never realized how hard it was to write Smuts…………………………………..

But for now Imma stick to reading them hopefully y’all enjoy💕💕💕(I tried y’all 😭😭)

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