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FANFIC FRIDAY!!!!!
TODAYS FIC: The Lemonade Leak by TurtleSoupSwimmer on Ao3
Fandom: ROTTMNT
Summary: "
It turns out being a super soldier comes with a few biological modifications.
Or:
Leo can not sleep, because Donnie is gone and there is a thing in his lab, pretending to be his brother."
Other: Angst with a happy ending, Gore, bloody imagery, possession (?), DIsaster twins centric, graphic depictions of violence, word count 110,931, Unfinished- currently being written.
THIS FIC RECONFIGURED MY ENTIRE MOLECULAR STRUCTURE. I LOSE MY MIND EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT. I HAVE TOLD EVERY SINGLE TMNT MUTUAL THAT I HAVE ABOUT THSI FIC IT IS INSANE!!! Major tws, watch the tags. Other than that, I so so so so so recommend this fic it's insane. The writing style and characterisations and personalities and concept and storyline are so so so so so so so good!!!!!!!
#fanfic fridays#fanfiction recommendation#its actually insane how fucking good this story is#rottmnt#tmnt
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in which ellie shows you exactly who you belong to.
18+ minors dni!
You and Ellie arenât together.Â
Youâre not a couple. Youâd both agreed to keep things casual. Youâre just roommates who mess around sometimes; simple as that.Â
So why do you feel so guilty for going on a date with someone else?
Youâre dressed and ready, adding the final touches to your makeup in the mirror, and you should be feeling excited - your date is a total dreamboat. Perfect on paper and so, so hot. But instead of that giddy, fluttery feeling in your stomach, all you feel is guilt.Â
You and Ellie arenât together, you keep reminding yourself. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. Thereâs nothing wrong with going on a date, right? Because youâre single⌠Right?
On your way out, you run into Ellie, because of course you do. Sheâs sprawled out on the couch, head propped on a pillow, playing her Switch with a determined look on her face. Your stomach clenches when you see her. She looks up when she hears you walk to the front door, her eyes following you as you slip into your shoes.Â
âYou look nice,â Ellie says from the couch. You look over and see that sheâs paused her game; sheâs sitting up and drinking in the sight of you, eyes lingering over your frame. You pretend not to notice.Â
âThank you, Ellie.â You grin and look down at your outfit, palms smoothing over the fabric of your skirt. You do look nice.Â
âWhere are you going?âÂ
Your cheeks go hot at the question, and your first instinct is to lie - to tell Ellie that youâre going to see a friend. Just catching up with someone from college over dinner. But itâd be stupid to lie - youâre single. Youâre allowed to go out.
âIâm, um, going on a date.â
You donât look at her when you say it - you know youâd feel guilty, even if the two of you are just friends with benefits. Or⌠Roommates with benefits?
âOh,â Ellie says, as you busy yourself picking off nonexistent lint from your shirt. Anything to avoid her gaze. âOkay. Have fun, then.â
Thereâs no bitterness in her voice, which you had expected. You glance at her face, and sheâs back to that determined expression, focused on her Switch again.Â
You clear your throat. âThanks. Iâll, um⌠See you later.âÂ
Naturally, you spend the entire date thinking about Ellie. Her eyes, green and dotted with flecks of brown. Her hair, which falls in her face just right. Her mouth, and the way it feels against the supple flesh of your throat, Ellieâs lips soft and wet as she trails kisses down your neck.Â
And her hands - her strong hands. You can almost feel them on your hips, on your chest, between your legs.Â
God, this date was a mistake. Â
Still, you have the common decency to see it through. You pretend to be interested in your dateâs job, their hobbies, their five year plan. They drone on for hours, only asking you a few pointed questions about yourself, and when the dinnerâs finally over and theyâve signed the check, youâre itching to leave.
Not long after youâve made it back home, youâre face-down on Ellieâs bed, moaning into the mattress as her tongue circles your clit.Â
Sheâd asked you about your date between heated kisses, her lips flushed and swollen. You hadnât given her much details aside from it was boring and I just wanted to come home and do this. That seemed to give Ellie some sort of complex, because now, as she pumps her fingers into your cunt with one hand and lands a stinging smack on your ass with the other, she pulls back from mouthing at your clit to rasp, âThatâs it, moan for me.âÂ
And sheâs always been talkative in bed, all slurred curses and dirty comments, but thereâs something different this time. You arch your back deeper, giving her more access to pound her fingers into you, and she groans in approval.Â
âGood fucking girl,â she breathes, using her free hand to dig her blunt nails into the flesh of your ass. She gives it another spank for good measure. âWanna tell me whose pussy this is?â
There it is - something sheâs never said before. You can feel yourself getting wetter, tightening around her fingers as your hips involuntarily push backwards against her palm. You forget to respond entirely, every thought in your head smooth and shapeless, disappearing as quickly as it came. But Ellie wonât let you off so easily.Â
âFlip over,â she orders, the rasp in her voice sending a thrill up your spine. You obey wordlessly, and when youâre on your back, you see it: a possessive glint in her gaze, a sharp edge to her expression. You gush impossibly wetter, cunt clenching around nothing - the absence of Ellieâs fingers makes you want to sob.Â
âEllie,â you whisper, brows knitting together. Her gaze softens. âPlease make me come.â
A smile tugs at her lips and she nods, her palm rubbing over your stomach in soothing circles.Â
âI will, princess,â she assures you, âbut I need you to tell me who you belong to. Think you mightâve forgotten.â
Guilt twists in your gut. âYou, Ellie.âÂ
âWhat about me?â
Thereâs a challenge in the teasing lilt of her voice. You swallow. âI⌠Belong to you.â
âMm, thatâs right.â Ellieâs hands travel upward from your abdomen to your chest, closing around each of your tits. You suck in a shaky breath when her thumbs stroke over your pert nipples, making them draw even more taut. âThese are mine?â
âYours,â you gasp, chest rising and falling quickly. Ellieâs bangs fall in her eyes as she leans over to suck a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling over the bud until you go cross-eyed, hips canting upward. She repeats the same torture with your other breast, leaving both of your nipples swollen and sensitive.Â
âWhat about this?â Ellie asks when she pulls back, her hand moving to the heat between your legs. You whine, a desperate, pathetic little sound that makes Ellie want to eat you whole.Â
âYours, Ellie, itâs yours,â you say, voice betraying how needy you are. She dips a finger into your wetness, your folds silky with arousal, and you almost miss the way her eyes flicker back into her skull for a moment. Sheâs enjoying this just as much as you are.Â
âThis is mine?â She drags her fingers up to your clit, drawing torturously wide circles around it - close, but not close enough. You could start crying right there. You nod, frantic.
Ellie clicks her tongue, tuts in disapproval. âNo, baby, I need to hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?â
And itâs not so hard to admit - Ellieâs had you under her spell long before you went on that stupid date tonight. You realize it now, cheeks warming at the obscene sounds of Ellieâs fingers playing in your cunt, unable to look her in the eye without squirming.Â
âMy pussyâs yours,â you pant, âsâall yours. Nobody fucks me like you, Els.âÂ
Youâre pushing your hips towards her touch, your tits in your own hands now, pulling at your nipples like itâll relieve the growing need in your belly. Ellie eyes you with half-lidded eyes, lust heavy in her gaze, and itâs like you can see the remnants of her resolve break. She sinks between your legs and finally, finally laps at your desperate cunt, drinking in the taste of you as you whine and writhe above her.Â
When you come, itâs with Ellieâs name on your lips. And you know itâs true - youâre entirely hers.
#a lil blurb for yall on this fine friday#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fanfic#ellie tlou2#ellie williams#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x you#ellie fic#ellie smut#ellie x reader#ellie x reader smut#my writing#possessive!ellie#stella writes
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Summary: Joel wants to find a bed before you go all the way, but neither of you can wait that long.
A/N: Follows ⨠Fires (1.6, prequel), Aches (900), and Thoughts (1.6), but can read alone.
WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap (20/50s), still only one sleeping bag, pining, c*ck hunger, fingering, grinding, masturbation, oral m receiving, cum eating, unsafe P in V, reluctantly pulling out, loss of virginity, pet names, praise, POV alternates, NO Y/N.
âGod have mercy,â he mutters to himself.
He's gonna give it to ya good one day, but not yet. Not in a sleeping bag on the forest floor. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet, he tells himself . . . Your first time shouldnât be like this. Shouldnât be here. But god damn . . . Â
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Itâs all over your face. Heâs never seen anything like it, the way you crave his cock. You shamelessly stare at his pants. His whole body, really. You were bad enough before you touched it, and itâs only gotten worse. You canât focus, you canât listen. Itâs dangerous. He should put a stop to this, take it away cold turkey. Sleep back-to-back. But you both have needs, and he's not gonna do that.
Joel feels like he might as well be a virgin himself, it's been so long for him. Frankly, heâs dying to put it in you just as much as you long to have it. Heâs been trying to wait until Jackson so he can do it somewhere safe, somewhere a little nicer, more comfortable.Â
He wants to wait and make sure it's nice and special for you, but good lord, youâre makin' it hard. You make the sweetest little sounds when he touches you, and even when he doesnât, like in your sleep. You ask him things like, âdoesnât sex feel better than hands?â He tells you half-truths, like ânot always.â Of course it would with you. Of course it would.
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Youâre in the forest. With dusk approaching, you're just about to set up camp while there's still light. Joel is taking a leak at the edge of a small clearing, calculating mileage in his head, counting down the days âtil you should get there. His back could use a real bed, too. He's shaking his dick dry and a twig snaps behind him. His head whips around and he reaches for his gun.Â
Itâs you. God damnit, he couldâve killed you.Â
âCan I see it?â you ask.Â
âWhat the hell are ya doinâ over here?â
âI just wanna see it.â You look down toward his jeans. âCan I?âÂ
Itâs fair that youâre curious, he knows that. You mentioned it the night before with your hand wrapped around it, I wanna see it, really see it, I bet itâs good looking. Youâve only felt it at night and caught glimpses in the moonlight. At the time, he mindlessly reassured you, youâll see it, baby, you'll see my cock, and he shouldâve known youâd spring this on him.
âNot now,â he mutters, trying to calm his heart rate. âCan ya gimme a second, honey?âÂ
âOkay.â He can hear the sadness, practically see the disappointment on your face. God damnit. He tucks himself away and zips up. You're only about eight feet away. âNow?â
âNo. Ainât nothinâ to see right now.â You probably donât realize what a big difference it can make.Â
âWhat do you meanâ
âJust trust me, itâs not how you wanna see it.âÂ
âWhy?"Â
âCause it ainât as. . .â
âAinât as what?â
âNothinâ, baby. Just not the right time.â
âBetter if weâre close together, right?â You step closer.Â
He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, and takes a deep breath. âThis ainât the time or the place, honey.âÂ
When he looks at you again, your face has fallen, and you mumble, âK.âÂ
He puts a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and walks you back to where y'all are setting up camp. âWhen we find a bed, Iâll show ya. . .â Â
"And when we find a bed," you repeat. Don't say it, don't say it, he prays to God you don't say it. "We can do it, right?" He doesn't answer. "You can put your cock inside me, right?"
Fuck, you're gonna drive this old man crazy. At least one of you needs your wits about you if you'll ever make it to Jackson. "We'll see," he sighs.Â
After a moment of silence, your voice trembles as you ask, "We'll see? Why not yes?"
"Cause we ain't gonna make it there at this rate," he complains, then sighs with instant regret. "I'm sorry, honey. But you gotta try to knock it off with this stuff."
You swallow and your eyes glimmer. "Sorry," you whisper.Â
He turns away to adjust himself, then sits down on the ground, leaning back against a log and extends an arm for you. "S'okay, c'mere."
You sit on the ground next to him. He squeezes your shoulder and changes the topic to twenty questions.Â
ââ
Heâs nicer at night. Heâs nice in the day, too, mostly. Once in a while, you can tell youâre annoying him, and you feel bad. If only he knew how many times you thought about it and didn't say something, heâd appreciate your efforts. Itâs practically all you think about. Itâs even worse now that you feel it in your hand every night, but the last thing you want is for that to stop.Â
You had been thinking about it all day when you finally asked what you thought was an easy request â if you could just see it, just a glimpse while he already had it out anyway.Â
Even if you donât get to see it, at least itâs easy enough to recall what it feels like. Smooth, warm, and stiff. Soft veins, tiny wrinkles. A leaking slit.Â
â--
âCan I taste it?â you ask one night with your little fist wrapped around his shaft.Â
He groans quietly. âYeah, you wanna taste it?â
âYeah,â you whisper, your hand sticky with the lube of your own slick, a bead of precum under your thumb. You smear the precum and let go of his hard cock, making it slap against his stomach. You take your thumb into your mouth and hum, âMmm,â at the salty taste.Â
âWhatcha think,â he whispers breathily.Â
âCan I have your cock in my mouth?â
âOh, baby, âcourse ya can.â The zipper of the sleeping bag jingles, then you hear the satisfying zzz as it unzips. He folds it down and you get up on your knees. You bend at the hip and don't waste a second. You wrap your thumb and forefinger around the base, trying and failing to make your digits touch.Â
Then, your lips wrap around the head. He inhales sharply through his teeth.
âDid I hurt you?â you ask.
âGod no, honey. Go âhead, taste it all ya want.â Â
 You curiously tongue the slit and suck for more.Â
âOh god damn,â he breathes.
You lick around it under the crown and youâre salivating.Â
He wraps his hand around yours and moves it up and down, then leaves you be. âUse your spit, honey.â You let it dribble out of your mouth and onto his tip and catch it in your fist. You kitten lick the shaft, tasting your own tang, and letting your saliva fall out of your mouth as it accumulates, occasionally sliding the open ring of your finger and thumb up and down but mostly forgetting because youâre so focused on it in your mouth.
âYa like that, sweetie? ya like how we taste?â You take a couple inches into your mouth then suck a little more of it in. It twitches against your tongue. The biggest vein throbs.Â
âAlright, baby,â he pants and takes it from you. He urgently pulls up his own shirt, slides his hand a few times, then comes with a groan, his voice and pulsing manhood making you ache with need, even though he already made you come. You stay there on your knees. In the dim moonlight, you watch his tummy rise and fall with the shiny trail leading to, and pooling in, his navel.Â
âCan I taste that, too?â you ask.Â
âYeah,â he nods.Â
You dip your tongue in the trail below his navel. Itâs thicker, headier, saltier than the precum. Itâs not every day you get to taste something new. Itâs not often at all. It's delicious.
âLike it,â you whisper.
âYeah? take all ya want.âÂ
You lick and seal your lips as you suck it up. You pause to pluck a hair from your teeth, then continue to his navel. You dip your tongue in and his stomach flexes abruptly. You take your mouth off and pause. âSorry,â you whisper.
âNothinâ to be sorry âbout.âÂ
You tongue his navel, then suck, and he inhales a chest full of air as you do it, his stomach rising into your lips. You lick up every drop.Â
âGood girl,â he sighs and cups your cheek. âSuch a good girl," he sighs.
â
All day you think about it in your mouth, in your hand, resting hard against your back, between your thighs. You imagine it all over your body. Doesnât matter if heâs pressing it up against your hip or resting it in the crook of your elbow, God, you just want to feel it somewhere. You try not to think about it inside you too much because that makes you want it so bad, you could cry. Like really cry.
Itâs not a want. It's a need. You see it happening everywhere you look. You see a tree, and you imagine him sitting on the forest floor against it, holding his cock at attention, ready for you to sit on it. You see another tree and heâs pinning you up against it with your legs wrapped around him, jeans pulled down under his ass as he rails you. You see a patch of moss and cluster of ferns that would be a nice pillow with him on top of you.
You think about it, and you dream about it, too. You canât help that. He starts wearing jeans to sleep, and you canât feel the shape of him quite as well against you, but it doesnât matter. The fact that itâs there and itâs hard is enough to drive you mad. Even after he gets you off, it's bound to come back at some point in the night. Worst case scenario, you lose sleep over it. Best case, it works its way into your dreams.
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One night, you're moaning in your sleep again, and Joel can hardly take it. His cock is painfully stiff and the strain against his jeans makes him ache. His hips press into you on their own; he can't stop them. All he can do is take off his jeans in hopes that being free of the rigid confines will lend some relief. He was wearing them as an extra layer between the two of you for this exact scenario, but he can no longer bear it.
On one hand, heâs taking precautions, like keeping his jeans on. But on the other hand, in the heat of the moment, when heâs touching you, heâs taking measures to prepare you, and to see how ready you are. Lately, he scissors his fingers, inserts three to see how you take it. âGood girl, thatâs real good, honey.â He curls them inside you, âOhhh, baby, youâre takinâ this real good.â
God, he wants a bed for this. You deserve a fuckin' mattress at the very least. Heâs gotta wait. And yet now he finds himself taking off his jeans. He carefully removes them without waking you up. He lies there with his fist around his cock for a minute, still in his boxers, doing nothing but softly squeezing, as if thatâll make it go away. Then he resigns himself to the magnetism of your body. He curves his form around yours again and silently sighs as the hardness in his boxers rests against you and he wraps you in a hug. He manages not to thrust against your ass, but in no time, you're pushing yourself back against him. "Joel," you mumble in your sleep.Â
"God have mercy," he mutters to himself.Â
He's gonna give it to ya good one day, but not yet. Not in a sleeping bag on the forest floor. Not yet. . . not yet. . . not yet, he tells himself, taking deep calming breaths. Your first time shouldnât be like this. Shouldnât be here. But god damn he wants to take that tight little hole. Â
"Joel,â you whine and push back on him again. He can't stand it. He really can't. He has to wake you up.
He whispers, "Whatcha dreamin 'bout, sweetie?" then feels your breathing change.Â
When you blink awake, your hips are slowly moving, pushing your ass back into Joel's hard cock until you stop yourself.Â
"Sorry," you mumble. "Did I wake you up?" The sweet sound of your voice isnât helping.
"Don't be sorry, baby," he murmurs into your hair.Â
"I dunno how to stop it," you whisper. "I'm sorry."
"Nothin' to be sorry 'bout, baby doll." He hugs you tight. âDonât be embarrassed.â His cock swells harder against you. He whispers in your ear, "They want each other real bad, that's all."Â
"I know."Â
"Have a good dream?"
You sigh. âYeah.â
ââbout what?â
âI dunno if you wanna hear it,â you tell him. Fair enough, he's told you to knock it off, after all.Â
âSure I do, honey. Was it you and me?â
âYeah,â you wedge your hand between your legs.Â
"You want a hand?"Â Â
âYeah.â
âWhatâd ya dream?â he asks as he reaches into your panties. "God damn," he whispers. You're soaked, swollen, and your clit is throbbing against his hand. "Poor thing." He thrusts his hardness against your ass. "No wonder you're tryin' to get at this, huh?"Â
You're quiet.Â
"No wonder ya can't stop thinkin' âbout it." He thrusts against you again and moans softly. "What'd ya dream, baby?"
âIt was. . .â you can hardly form words thinking about it. It was so vivid, so real. âWe were right here, like this.âÂ
âYeah?â He uses your ample moisture to lightly rub your clit.Â
He begins to make peace with himself that this might happen before he wants. He hooks his fingers into your panties. âLetâs take these off for a lil bit, hmm? Let her breathe.âÂ
âOkay.â You bend your knees as he pulls your soaked panties down.Â
â-
"We were right here like this, in the dream?" He repeats.Â
âYou took it out of your pants,â you whisper. He moans softly, takes his hand away, and jostles behind you. Then you feel his naked cock against your skin. Your breath hitches and you whimper at the contact. He returns his hand between your legs and lazily circles your clit, pressing his naked dick against you.
"Took it out like this?" He asks soft and deep.
"Yeah,"Â
He thrusts against you and whispers in your ear, "Then what?"
"You put it between my legs."Â
He inhales sharply then wedges his cock between your thighs, shuddering as he slides it forward along your dripping seam and the head meets his fingers on your clit.Â
You tilt your hips and he whispers, "Oh, baby. Like this?"
"No, you put it inside," you whisper.Â
Joel's breath hitches and he twitches against your heat. You moan. He slides slowly through your folds to your clit and back. He tries to slow down and think it over, but there are no thoughts, just his stiff, aching cock and your tight little pussy begging for it.
ââ
âWill you do that,â you ask, looking over your shoulder but not enough to meet his eyes.Â
Joel takes a deep breath. âYou think I should? Donât wanna wait for a bed?â He thrusts in small pulses. âJust a few days, baby.â
âThey wanna be together real bad,â you whisper. âhow theyâre meant to be," you remind him. Â
Joel groans at your words. âI know, baby doll.â He takes a deep breath. âHowâd it feel in your dream?â
âFull, really full,â you tell him, then sigh. âFelt so big.â
âOhh, fuck,â Joel breathes into your hair and slides his cock against you, wet and stiff.
âIt was like I was hugging you with my, um,â you say, then swallow and tilt your hips. "Hugging it."
âGod damn,â he sighs. He pulls his cock back, and as he slides it forward again, it catches at your entrance. You spread your thighs ever so slightly. âYou sure âbout this,â he confirms, and uses the hand between your legs to nestle his tip just inside. You gasp.Â
âYeah,â you nod. âYes, please. Joel, please,â you whine. You push back on him with a small grunt, stretching yourself open on his tip.Â
âOh god, baby,â he sighs, then he holds you still and slowly pushes himself inside with a quiet groan muffled by your hair. âFuck, youâreâohh, youâre tight.â You gasp as his girth parts your walls and your body makes room for him. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you nod urgently, and he twitches inside you.Â
You shiver with pleasure as he pushes further and sighs, âOh, baby.âÂ
âJoel,â you whine, âits so bigâ
âToo big?â
âNo,â you reassure him. âI want it.â
He pushes the rest of himself in until his pelvis is flush. He breathes heavily and mutters, âfuck.â
You moan and push back on him. âsâperfect,â you whine.
âyou like havinâ me in here?â
âI love it,â you say.Â
âAs much as the dream?â
âMore than the dream.â
âWhat happened next?â he asks
âThen you it moved like you do in my hand.â
âYeah,â he begins to rock his hips, his thick cock dragging inside you. âLike this?â
ânnngghhâyeah,â you nod then gasp as you're filled by his length again. âohhh,â you moan. "And then you came insideââ
He groans, then pants as heâs moving inside you, âOhh fuck, sweetie I canâtâohh, I canât do that, uggghhâgod damn.â
âFelt so good, like a massageâ
âOhh, baby, please donâtââ
âAnd warmâ
âFuck,â he breathes and covers your mouth with his free hand, bicep flexing under your neck as he does it. No way heâs gonna last with you talking like that.Â
He begins to slowly move again and you whimper. Youâre right, it is like youâre hugging him. Youâre so tight and wet for him, taking his cock so good.Â
"Good girl," he whispers, burying his length in you every second or so, only pulling back halfway each time.Â
"Such a good girl, wantin' my cock so bad." He moans. "Waitin' all this timeâuggh." You push your hips back to meet his thrusts. "That's my girl, takin' me so good," his next thrust is harder and you moan. "Yeah, just like that," he breathes. His hand teases your clit as he fucks you. You whimper and he repeats, "just like that," his voice shakier, his breath heavier on your ear, âyeah.â
You moan into his hand, and his fingers circle your clit. âCâmon, baby,â he pants. âGonna come on my cock?â You nod and hum your agreement. âBetter do it now, then, you can do it.â
You let go and your clit pulses madly, your walls clench down on him. It feels so good, your eyes well up in tears.
âOhh, baby,â he sighs, and suddenly pulls out. He replaces his cock with two fingers that your cunt begins to hug. âSuch a good girl, squeezinâ my fingers.â Â
His aching arousal presses against your ass, and he humps against you as he fingers you. âOhh, yea--ohhhh.â His cock begins to pulse, spreading a silky warmth across your skin. He moans and sighs as you finish coming on his fingers and his balls empty.Â
â-
He uses a shirt of his to clean you up. As his breathing calms down, he hears you sniffling. âHey, hey, you okay, sweetie?â
Youâre fine, more than fine, but you canât talk.
âShit,â he mutters to himself when you donât answer. He peeks over your side, gently stroking your arm. âHey, câmere, talk to me, sweetie.â You turn around and face him. âYou okay, honey?â
You nod and smile at him with watery eyes.
His brows knit as he finishes catching his breath. He kisses you on the forehead and wraps you in a hug. You sniffle again and he speaks into your hair. âI know that was a big deal for you, baby.â He pulls his head back and tilts your chin up. âIt was big for me too, okay?â You nod. He reads your eyes, then presses his lips into yours. He reads your face again, then repeats the kiss and you kiss him back. He kisses you on the forehead and holds you, stroking your head. You fall asleep holding each other face-to-face.
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âI am going to eat your floorboards!â
Unique and attention grabbing
Makes me second guess whether I should have bought that insurance
Sounds like you might be a termite (how did a termite learn to type????)
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Side Effects of Soldier Boy
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader
Word Count: 391
This fic contains: smut, literally PWP, drug use, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, degradation, Soldier Boy doesn't pull out
Summary: Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.
Notes: Wake up babes, Jordan discovered a new hottie to write about lmaoo Anyways, I know Soldier Boy is a walking red flag but unfortunately, I see the world through rose colored glasses hadshghsdl This is another submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt no. 239: Seal it Tight. Lowkey, I've been on a role with these quick fics, I don't want it to stop.
Sex with Soldier Boy was addicting. You would say it was more addicting than the cocaine that coursed your system. The blow was essentially the gateway drug to Ben.
The side effects: uncontrolled moans and orgasms that made your soul leave your body.
The two of you found yourselves in a rundown motel room, where Ben plowed you into the mattress at superhuman speed. His strong hand clasped over your mouth, in hopes to seal your cries of pleasure from the outside world. Considering how cocky of a bastard he is, it was bold of him to assume that simply covering your mouth would keep you quiet.
âMmm, baby, those moans are so pretty, but so loud.â The supe grunted through clenched teeth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Benâs pulsing cock stretched your walls. You gushed around him, causing each thrust to echo through the dainty room.
âGod damn, even this pussy is loud,â Soldier Boy chuckled, making you throb. âThink you want the neighbors to hear me fuck the shit out of you, huh?âÂ
His dirty talk was no help to hushing your moans. Yet, it did push you closer to that sweet release you craved. With Ben being the instigator he is, he knew damn well what he was doing.Â
The pit in your stomach was growing and it was only a matter of time before it exploded. You pumped your hips up to meet his and he took this as a signal to deepen his strokes until his balls slapped your ass. You were one step away from the edge when Ben removed his hand from your mouth to throw both of your legs over his shoulders.
âFuck it, let the neighbors hear you. Let âem know how much of a slut you are for me.â
That euphoric bliss finally washed over you like a crisp ocean wave. You could have drowned under the wave but a kiss from Ben brought you back to shore. The handsome supe slammed into you one last time before filling you with his seed. He crashed onto the empty side of the bed, fingers lazily tangling between yours. The two of you laid there, staring at the cracked ceiling while catching your breaths. Just as you were coming down your high, you already itched for another hit.
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Another Dead Boy Detectives Fic Rec List
Netflix sucks and I'm sad, but the Dead Boy Detectives fandom continues to be awesome, so here are some more very quick fic recs!*
Tonight's the Night You Fight Your Best Mate's Dad by Opossum_Subatomic
Everyone's Alive College/University 5+1 things fic featuring Charles bringing Edwin coffee and slowburn payneland. Also Family/Wedding Drama involving Everyone Thinks They're Dating so acute is verges on Fake Dating. This author is seriously fantastic, everything they write is gold.
You should also check out Kissing Lessons, which is a high school AU that does what it says on the tin while also giving non-binary Monty and polyamory.
Ornithology by Rosie447
Monty gets a job working at Tragic Mick's. This one's not actually payneland, being gen and Monty-centric. I know, gasp. It's a fantastic and very sweet exploration of Monty discovering his sense of self post canon and works as a great metaphor for recovery from toxic family/relationships. Also, the ex-animal solidarity and bonding with Mick is lovely.
what some circumstance stole by Chrome
The Sandman crossover featuring Edwin and Hob being kidnapped and tortured together. Their friendship is really wholesome with eventual Father Figure and Found Family Feels for the whole agency and background Dreamling.
dandelion wine (life and death in summertime) by world_wanderer
Payneland Right Person Wrong Time AU in which neither of them die but they still meet and become friends. The May/December friendship is sweet but tragic, with a bittersweet ending. Superb.
Mirror Image by Anonymous
Charles' afterlife gets taken over my an evil shape-shifting doppelganger, leaving him with plenty of time to regret never talking to Edwin about his feelings. Angsty but with Feelings Realisation and the Power of Love and Friendship vibes.
my healing needed more than time by babyseraphim
Case fic with de-aged Charles! Baby Charles is precious but be prepared for discussions of childhood trauma/abuse.
The same author has also written I'm So Aces at Babysitting, which is a really cute two-chaptered AU featuring Charles and Edwin babysitting the kid versions of each other, with bonus Crystal and Niko doing the same. It's very wholesome and the author writes little kids really well.
Pouring into me by tragedy_machine
Love me some "Charles wants to date Edwin to figure out his feelings but gets turned down" fic. Feelings are hard, OK?
thank u, next by KiaraSayre
Edwin fucks and Charles seethes. It's very funny and also features some interesting worldbuilding with the Fae.
Like We've Never Known Hurt by dearheartdont
Just cute established relationship PWP and praise kink. So good.
all of these hollows by handwrittenhello
The boys are alive again but sans memories. Can they still find each other and prove their devotion to the Night Nurse?? While also evading heavenly and hellish forces trying to keep them apart??? Very interesting concept executed well.
Suo Gân by emryses
The agency takes on the case of a traumatised Edwardian ghost searching for her missing baby... Read it for Edwin family feels.
Where Primroses Bloom by PantryJesus
Reading aloud as a love language and Watership Down feels. Idk, I'm now convinced that Edwin is kind of rabbit-coded with the whole "if they catch you they'll kill you. But first they must catch you" thing. A lovely well written fic.
I'm so sick of online love by Hse11z5
College/University AU where the boys meet through a dating app. It's cute.
you can have the best of me, baby (and I will give you anything) by aletterinthenameofsanity
Again, it's the Friends with Benefits but with real feelings and mutual pining for me. Now has a Charles PoV companion fic.
True Love's Kiss by Asidian
In which Charles curses himself with a Sleeping Beauty enchantment in order to confirm his feelings for Edwin and Crystal is the real MVP. I love this one because the boys are both SO stupid but in very different in-character ways.
I also recommend Promised, in which they kind of play the Green card angle to keep Edwin out of Hell? Which honestly needs to be more of a trope. And Tight Quarters, starring the boys trapped in a magic circle, leading to Forced Proximity induced Feelings Realization (in more ways than one! đ).
Something I Can Turn To by DontOffendTheBees
I love some domestic fluff, in this case as an Everyone's Alive/Childhood Friends AU in which the boys are poor but happy living together. I liked how they both survive their respective traumas, but Reality Ensues.
I also recommend Lived My Whole Life Before the First Light for a lovely but melancholy Soulmate AU that goes for the "seeing colours" trope for extra wistful angst.
Dining at the Ritz by TerresDeBrume
Meeting the Parents fic in which Edwin's parents are awful and Charles is Not Having It. This has Everyone Thinks They're Dating and autistic Edwin stimming representation, plus discussions of racism, classism and ableism. The fic is also part of a great Modern AU series in which the boys attended St Hilarion's at the same time and Charles saved Edwin from a non-supernatural but still almost deadly prank. Highly recommended!
The Case of the Couples Retreat by juliasfanart
Listen, I can't get enough of undercover fake dating/relationships at a couples retreat, OK? Some minor angst but overall very cute and fluffy.
acu (aysar cinematic universe) by ObsessedWithFandom
The agency is hired to solve the mystery of Charles' death and bring his killers to justice. I'm genuinely obsessed with this series; I love its OCs and Charles having an exboyfriend gives Edwin a fun crisis. Plus haunting Charles' killers is very satisfying and cathartic. Just imagine they're Netflix execs, y'all.
*Not actually quick, as it turns out. đ
I love doing these lists because I always think I've only got a few recs and then I look back over my recent bookmarks and I've got a metric ton of great fics to rec. You guys are so talented. â¤ď¸
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Aloe Vera
Summary: When on vacation with your boyfriend, things are great, the drinks, the sex, and the pool. What wasn't great, was the sunburn? But you're dating the strongest sorcerer of the modern age! Heâll take good care of you!
Characters: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader
Word Count: 1,408
Warnings: language, sunburn (please wear sunscreen!) fluff~!
A/N: As someone who lives in the desert, this happens a lot. My S.O was sweet enough to rub aloe on me last week, thus my muse!
âOooh fuck me.â You whine, shuffling into the bathroom. âFuuuuck me.â
Satoru is right behind you, towel wrapped around his neck, sunglasses pushing his bangs out of his face. âI told you to put on sunscreen! But nooo, somebody stayed by the pool because someone wanted to live, laugh, and work on her tan.â
Your boyfriend was right; you had said those exact words to him earlier that day. When he specifically tried to get you to put more sunscreen on. You had a shirt for him and that you were fine. The sunscreen you put on four hours prior was waterproof, as you floated in a donut.
But the sunscreen had to be reapplied every four hours. If you had taken the time to read the bottle, you think you would know. You really should have listened to your boyfriend. But you were so excited that summer was just around the corner; the only sound you wanted to listen to was the sound of margaritas being made and beach balls bouncing.
If your skin ever felt like skin again, you would listen to whatever the sunscreen bottle and your boyfriend told you to do.
Your skin was so burnt it wasnât even funny. It was painful and hot; it hurt to move with every step you took towards the shower. Satoru winced, watching as you whimpered, stepping out of your swimsuit and turning the water to a lukewarm temperature.
You donât even have a chance to step in as arms gently wrap around you. Satoru intended it to be a comforting gesture. Instead, it had you jolting in pain as the cloth of your boyfriend's jacket rubbed against your burnt, sensitive skin. Your yelp had him pulling back, arms held out in front of him.
âF-Fuck baby! Iâm sorry!â
âN-no, itâs okay, itâs fine, I-Iâm just going to sit here and suffer for all eternity.â Satoru doesnât say anything as you step into the water. You try to hold back the cries of pain that threaten to pass through your lips, but Gojo can still hear them. The tiny, pained whines have him wincing along with you. He hated seeing you in pain and regretted not making you put on more sunscreen. If he had been more stern with you, then maybe he wouldnât be in the position that you are right now. But it wasnât like he could go back in time. You had neglected to put on more sunscreen, and he had failed to pin you down on the pool deck and rub it all over your stupidly cute face. He could not go back in time to change the outcome.
There was, however, one thing he could do.
âHey, Iâm going to step out for a little bit. I need to run to the store in the lobby and grab a couple of things. Are you going to be okay?â
A pained yes is all he hears before you slowly sink to the shower floor, allowing the cold water to run over your burnt skin. Gojo wastes no time; the second who knew you would be okay on your own for a bit, he was bolting out of your hotel room and running down to the hotel store.
You shower to your best abilities without being in excruciating pain. Skipping on the rag and the loofah, you gently wash your body with your hands, which still hurts. You made a vow to yourself with the showerhead that you would never forget to reapply your sunscreen again. Even if you were to fail, your boyfriend wouldnât.
For the time being, the only thing you could do was try to relax, even though it felt like you wanted to peel your skin off of your body. After your shower, you shuffle back into the main room, collapsing onto the bed, bare butt naked, enjoying the cool crisp sheets underneath you. Between your still-wet skin and the air conditioning, You felt some form of comfort as the hotel room door opened.
At first, you jumped, searching for anything to cover your skin, but quickly, the door shut a second later, and you heard the wrinkling of a plastic bag heading further into the room. âToru?â You call down gently, lifting your head to search for your boyfriend.
âItâs me; you werenât doing anything naughty, were you?â he teases, even though he knew the only thing you could do was cry in pain from the sunburn that covered most of your body. Having sex like this was out of the question.
âIf by naughty you mean laying my naked ass on our bed, then yes, I am being naughty.â
You can hear his running footsteps just before his shadow spreads on the bed before you. For a second, you think that heâs going to wolf whistle or fist pump or even make some crude comment about how sexy you look naked on his bed, and he didnât even have to ask you to do anything. Instead of crude comments, the bed dips under his weight as he flops near you.
One second, you're lying there in silence, and the next second, a cold jelly-like substance is squeezed on your back. Said jelly instantly eases the burn on your back, making you moan softly as Satoruâs hands gently rub the cooling, earthy-smelling liquid over your irritated skin. The contrast of cool against your burning skin felt magical. The pain subsided from a persistent throbbing or a mild sting.
âMmm, Toru, that feels good~â You smile happily, âThank you, baby.â
âYou're welcome, sweetheart. Just remember this moment when I'm lathering sunscreen on you from now on.â
You scoff as Satoru rolls you onto your back so he can rub aloe vera over the front of your body. âOh please, you think Iâm ever going to get this burnt again?â
âYou won't once I lather you up in sunscreen.â
âI just wanted to get a little tanner to give off goddess vibes.â
âBabe, you already do that.â The way your eyes widen and glimmer at his words makes Satoru fight the urge to pat himself on the back. âMy sunburnt goddess.â He admires the lighter skin tones from where your swimsuit was to the darker tones of your sunburn. God, your skin was so pretty, even when it was burnt.
âOh, haha, asshole. Sunburnt Goddess, my ass.â
âIt's true; allow me to lather you in aloe vera and fan you with a palm tree leaf.â
You rub your face against the sheets. âBut of course, my devote ivory follower~â
âHeeey, why am I the ivory follower?â
âHave you seen your pasty ass?â
Your boyfriend's hands stop their treading as he sputters in shock. âPasty ass?! Pasty!?â You laugh out loud, lifting your head to look up at him. âI do not have a pasty ass!â
âI'm sure the astronauts in the space station can see your pasty ass when you're naked,â Gojo grumbles, digging in the bag and opening something. âThe aliens can see your glorious ass from galaxies away. The honored one's ass, the strongest ass of the modern age.â Gojo perks up with a smirk, nodding as he slaps a cool patch on your forehead.
âKeep going, sweetheart~ I'm almost there~.â
You don't get any further as Gojo grabs one of his oversized t-shirts and carefully slips it on you. âThank you, Satoru, for taking such good care of me, Satoru.â Your boyfriend grins, eyes shutting as he lies down next to you, teaching into his bag, handing you a popsicle.
âYou're welcome, sweetheart.â
You both lick at your popsicles in the cool air of the hotel room. When a single thought crosses your eyes, wander over your boyfriend's exquisite body. âHey Toru?â the man is sucking down on his popsicle like he was giving it the gluck-gluck-five thousand.
âYeah?â
âCan you get sunburned with infinity?â
âHuh,â he blinked slowly, âI mean, the special grade curse Jogo didn't burn meâso I'm assuming not. Just another benefit of being the honored one.â
âThe honored one with a pasty ass.â A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth as Satoru chokes on his sugary treat.
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hii could u do sturniolo triplets x fem reader where they treat her like one of them and toss shit at her but then they accidentally hurt her and they all panic. (maybe one of them have a secret crush on her up to u?)
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Sturniolo Triplets x fem!bsf
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: Filming a car goes wrong when a small accident happens.
Warning: Blood mentioned.
*this is gonna be just platonic so theyâre just besties*
I love this request by the way, tysm! đŤśđť
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Iâve been friends with the triplets for longer than I can remember. They practically call me their sister now. So it isnât unusual for me to appear in their videos. Iâm usually in the vlogs just because I think theyâre funner to film than car videos.
We are all currently sitting on their couch watching random videos on YouTube eating ice pops.
âGuys Iâm boredâ Chris says.
âOk then what do you wanna do?â I ask.
âI donât know but something other than whatever this isâ Chris lays back on the couch sighing.
âHow about we start filming the car video for Friday?â Nick says.
âBut itâs literally Sundayâ Matt says looking at Nick.
âYea but we already have our Wednesday video filmed, and if we film our Friday video today we can have the rest of the week freeâ Nick explains.
âThatâs a good ideaâ I say.
âWould you be in it y/n?â Matt asks.
âIâve got nothing better to do so yeaâ I chuckle.
âOk then letâs go!â Chris jumps up from the couch with a sudden outburst of energy.
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âLook over there itâs all emptyâ Nick points to an empty part of the Walgreens parking lot where we chose to film.
âOk thatâs good, Chris start getting the camera readyâ Matt says, driving to the spot farthest away from people.
Either way it is 12 am so there werenât much people out anyway.
âDo we even have a topic?â I ask.
âNo but we can just start speaking and see where it gets usâ Nick replies.
âDo you guys want anything from Walgreens before we start?â Matt questions as he looks at Nick and I from the rearview mirror.
âYes I want candy and a drinkâ Nick says.
âMe tooâ I say looking at Matt.
âAlright Iâll go get itâ He answers while unbuckling his seat belt.
âIâll go with youâ I quickly say.
âYea same you never get me the right candyâ Chris rolls his eyes.
âOk well I guess I have to go too nowâ Nick sighs.
We all got our candy and drinks except for Nick who couldnât decide what he wanted to drink. Per usual.
âFor the love of god Nick fucking chooseâ Chris groans.
âBut thereâs so many options!! I canât do thisâ Nick replies grabbing his hair in frustration.
âNick if you donât choose something in the next 20 seconds weâre leavingâ Matt sternly says.
âOh my god lookâ Nick gasps.
âWhatâ I say confused.
âThey have glass bottles of coke!â Nick exclaims grabbing one from the fridge.
âWhy the fuck would you want a glass bottle of coke? Just get the canâ Chris comments.
âNo Iâm getting this. What if it tastes better in a glass bottle than in a can?â Nick questions.
âJust give me the damn thing so I can pay and go film the video for fucks sakeâ Matt says annoyed at his brother, as he walks to the check out.
âMamas madâ I joke causing Chris and Nick to laugh.
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âWhat the fuck is up YouTube! Welcome back to this weekâs Friday video that we happen to be filming on a Sundayâ Chris screams as soon as the camera starts recording, causing us all to flinch.
âChris stop being so loudâ I say grabbing his arm.
âWell we have to have a memorable intro no?â He answers, turning his body to look at me in the backseat.
âWell yea but donât yellâ I chuckle.
âGuys is it just me or did this car shrinkâ Nick says moving around swinging the bottle of coke in his hands.
âNick stop youâre gonna hit meâ I say shielding my face in case he does hit me.
âI hope he hits you and you break your noseâ Matt says with no emotion on his face.
âDamn alright Matthew very sweet of youâ I sarcastically say.
âDid you guys know that every star you see in the night sky is bigger and brighter than our sunâ Chris randomly says.
âThatâs not fucking trueâ Matt argues.
âIT IS TRUE SEARCH IT UPâ Chris yells.
âChris how many times do I have to tell you to stop screaming!â I raise my voice at him.
âWell heâs doubting my facts!â He argues back.
âWell Matt did you search it up?â Chris smirks.
âShut upâ Matt smiles.
âI told you sooooâ Chris laughs.
âI finished my cokeâ Nick burps.
âYouâre grossâ I scrunch my face.
âYea dude stop fucking burping everywhere youâre turning into Chrisâ Matt replies going off what I said.
âWhat did you say to me? I am most definitely not turning into Chris. In fact Iâm betterâ Nick starts to argue still swinging the bottle around as he moves his arms.
âHey! What did I do!â Chris complains.
âOh my godâ I sigh knowing theyâre all about to fight.
âOh shut up Chris sit downâ Matt says in Chrisâs face.
âYou sit down tough guy get out of my faceâ Chris argues back.
âCan yaâll just shut up pleaseâ I say rubbing my temples.
âSorry sorryâ Nick says exhaling as he rests his head on the head rest of Matt seat.
âHere Iâm done with my Pepsiâ Chris throws his empty can at me.
âDo I look like a trash can to youâ I say annoyed.
âIâm done with my sprite tooâ Matt says throwing his empty spite bottle in my face.
âOh my god why am I being attackedâ I laugh.
âWait this was from yesterday Iâm done with it tooâ Chris adds on, throwing an empty Fanta bottle at my face again while laughing.
âThatâs so grossâ I laugh at him.
âOh take this one tooâ Matt laughs throwing another empty soda bottle in my face which I attempt to shield.
âHow dirty is your fucking carâ I giggle.
âHere take mine tooâ Nick says throwing his glass bottle at my face, forgetting itâs glass.
âOw Nick what the fuck thatâs glass!â I raise my voice grabbing my nose as I feel a burning sensation.
âOh shit I forgot itâs glass oh my godâ Nick gasps.
âNick why the fuck would you do that! You ok y/n?â Chris yells at Nick then turns to me.
âNo not reallyâ I quietly say trying to hold back tears.
âLift your head up y/nâ Matt softly says grabbing my chin to lift my face.
Their eyes all widen as they see blood coming out of my nose.
âOh fuckâ Chris says getting out of the car and opening the door to my side.
âY/n im so sorry oh my godâ Nick freaks out.
âNick apologize later right now to into Walgreens and buy tissues or paper towels and some Advil for the pain. A bottle of water tooâ Matt says to Nick then rushing to where Chris had pulled me out of the car so I wouldnât get blood on the seats.
âCâmere sit down and tilt your head upâ Chris softly says pulling me to the ground and gently grabbing my head and tilting it back.
âIâm gonna have a panic attack I hate bloodâ I say as my breathing picks up and tears slowly slide down my face.
âHey hey shh. Itâs ok me and Chris are right here with you and Nick is getting some stuff to help you ok? Itâs okayâ Matt comforts me and pinches the bridge of my nose to help stop the flow of the blood and rubs on of my shoulder with his other hand.
âDoes it hurt?â Chris asks while he rubs my knee.
âMhmâ I mumble closing my eyes.
âHere I got the stuff. Fuck Iâm so so sorry please donât dieâ Nick freaks out.
âNick sheâs not gonna die donât say shit like that calm downâ Chris replies.
âItâs okay Nick it was an accident I forgive youâ I quietly say trying not to move my head much.
âAlright here hold that thereâ Matt puts some paper towels under my nose to soak the blood which was starting to become less.
âCan you swallow a pill?â Nick questions.
âMhmâ I nod.
âOpenâ Chris taps the side of my cheek indicating me to open my mouth, and so I do.
âHereâs waterâ Chris softly says, handing me water to swallow the pill he put in my mouth.
âHowâs your nose sweetheart?â Matt asks, moving hair out of my face.
âItâs better and the blood stoppedâ I answer moving the paper towel away to see that there was no more blooding come out.
âY/n Iâm so sorry please forgive meâ Nick engulfs me in a hug.
âItâs ok Nick I promise. Iâm not mad it was just an accidentâ I say forgiving him and hugging him back.
âAlright câmon letâs just go back home and order food and watch a movie how does that sound?â Chris asks me as he helps me up so we can all get back into the car.
âMhm sounds goodâ I mumble.
âI kinda jinxed this whole situation I said I hope he hits youâ Matt laughs as he starts the car.
âYou really did jinx it Mattâ I say.
âGuys the camera was recording the whole timeâ Chris points out.
âWell then this a hell of a videoâ Nick laughs.
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Confess the longing you are dreaming of
summary: Aemond thinks the woman he has to marry is the most impudent and unsufferable heâs ever met. Heâs also never wanted anyone so badly. pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Martell!reader (third person, no mention of Y/N) warnings: bantering and teasing, mentions of unpleasant sexual experience, praise kink (guess whoâs got it), a dollop of softness, mild smut (... for starters ;) authorâs note: couldnât get the idea out of my head and spent a few sleepless nights writing this. I imagine her brothers as Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac ⨠words: ~8000 song inspo: Hozier â Better love
>>> Aemond isnât present when the idea is voiced the first time â he has a hunch that his grandsire is to blame for that. No doubt, Otto was the one to plan it out, come up with arguments served with his persuasive tone. Heâs always loved to make arrangements and strike deals, each one of them to play into his hands, and Aemond hates the thought of being just another pawn of his.
He is blindsided at the breakfast but itâs made sound carelessly mundane â as Otto puts down his cup, he throws him the proposal, the way one would leniently throw alms to the poor. And Aemond thinks he mustâve heard him wrong.
âMarry me to... Who?â the prince asks, hardly covering his surprise.
His grandsire directs his gaze at him, the old manâs mouth twitching into a condescending smile. Since Otto isnât keen on idle talk, he tells him plainly:
âYouâve long been of age, Aemond, you know that,â his knife scratches the plate as he cuts the meat, his eyes not moving from the prince. âHouse Martell holds power, and weâll be fortunate to have such allies. Besides,â he pauses to take a bite, and Aemond gets annoyed at waiting; Otto chews, then adds, âIâve only heard good things about your bride-to-be. Wouldnât you confirm, Ser Criston?â
The mention of the knight is unexpected to them both â Aemond turns his head to meet Ser Cristonâs puzzled look. But the brunet effortlessly copes with his emotions:
âWe met when she was just a kid. But I knew sheâd grow into a fine lady,â he easily agrees. Mayhaps, too easily for Aemondâs liking so he makes a note to talk about it later on.
His grandsire only lets out a pleased hum. âWell, Iâm under the impression she will make a good match for our prince,â and Aemond feels that Otto carefully picks each word, âSheâs said to be both beautiful and smart, and known for being quite independent,â heâs usually so stingy with his praise, itâs worth its weight in gold.
But that is not what Aemond hears. The choice was made for him, and his rejection of it makes him paint a portrait less alluring â a pompous wayward woman raised in the traditions that are starkly different from his; and yet, it is expected of him to accept it freely. His wounded ego simmers at the thought.
âIâd add another word to that,â Aegon chimes in, half-drunk already, âEveryone knows the Martells to also be promiscââ
âLook whoâs talking,â Otto glares at him, and Aegon shuts his mouth.
The word is left unsaid, only the meaning of it isnât hard to guess, and Aemond feels embarrassment creeping up his cheeks and weighting down his chest. He deems himself an educated man, well-read and eager to put his knowledge to the test, but he has yet to learn of carnal pleasures. A memory is clawing out: him, ten-and-three and plied with wine, laid on a bed that smelled of sweat, a naked woman next to him. Despite her tireless attempts, he wanted none of it, and the repulsion made him sick â and then it made him hate the act itself.
He did go to the brothel through the years, tried watching, touching, looked at bodies of all sorts, only it felt like putting paint over a rotten wall. He felt constrained, and lacking in some way (perhaps, in many), and more so awfully incomplete. Not once he sensed a spark, a pleasure he would crave, and no amount of effort could help him fill the emptiness inside.
He quells the feeling, pushes in indifference instead, and glances briefly at his mother. She meets his eye but only grants him a faint smile, her own gaze lacking any protest.
âHer brothers wrote that they would visit in a fortnight,â Alicent peacefully explains. âIt is our duty to ensure a royal welcome.â
âBrothers?â Helaena blithely chirps. âHow many does she have?â
âFour but only two of them are coming,â Otto tells her softly, then looks at Aemond, adding in a voice more wily. âI am convinced they really want to see whom their dear sister is about to marry.â
He doesnât spell it out but the implication canât be clearer â Aemond must play the part and make a good impression. As if impressing just one stranger wasnât tedious enough.
As if he isnât vexed already by how unsuitable he finds her.
>>> Frustration grows in Aemond with each day, takes roots, and clogs up all his thoughts. Some other man wouldâve been glad â he often heard that the Martells are quite the lovers. He canât admit it to himself how much heâs bothered by his own misfortunes on the love field.
He bottles his emotions up and doesnât utter any word of discontent, nor does he ever speak of the awaited visit. Although he makes just one exception.
âMy grandsire mentioned that you knew her,â he reminds Ser Criston one day after training.
The knight nods. âI crossed paths with Quentyn, heâs the oldest. She used to come to watch us train.â
âWhat was she like?â Aemond carefully wonders.
Ser Criston ponders for a minute, polishing his sword. âShe was a quiet little girl, kept to herself. A lot of boys were always chasing after her, and she paid them all no mind,â he smiles at the memory. âBut I remember one of them who was... particularly pesky. His charms didnât work on her so he got offended, rude, followed her around. She tolerated him for over a month. One morning, he was hassling her in the training yard, and she just took a spear laying nearby â and smacked him with no warning,â he shakes his head but itâs apparent that he isnât judging. âShe didnât use the pointy end but she got him good. And then she told him that next time he would think twice about his actions. She was impressive for a ten-year-old,â he muses and puts the sword away, then turns to Aemond, giving him a wistful stare. âFrankly, I think that you will like her.â
He does, for just a second, as his mind rushes to paint the image of a fearless little girl; and then he mercilessly wipes that image off. Maybe in other circumstances, he couldâve found amusement in that story, but Aemond only huffs and thinks back to the list of all her traits he prematurely made up. He adds ârebelliousâ to that list, and his self-doubt is a venom that clouds his judgment. Heâs in no rush to find a cure.
>>> Their ship arrives a few hours earlier than planned â and after the dock watchers break the news, the bustle begins. Maids, servants, guards all run and faff about the castle, the dining hall gets filled with smells and noises, plates and dishes clanking.
Aemond is not excited in the slightest.
He dresses up reluctantly, each piece of clothes only dampening his mood thatâs been already sour for the past two weeks. He all but drags his feet into the dining hall and by the time he reaches it, he looks so grim that one may think the princeâs preparing for his death, no less.
The minutes fly too quickly for his liking â they barely have time to sit, his mother nervously toying with the tablecloth already, and then the guards rush to announce the guests. Surprisingly, sheâs not among them. The prince thinks he should be relieved; deep down, there is a splash of worry fizzling in him.
Her brothers walk in calmly in a cloud of servants bearing gifts. Their kinship is immediately clear â both tall, broad-shouldered, and dark-haired, self-confidence subsisting in their every step. The oldest is distinguished by a touch of gray in his short beard, his gaze more focused, a slight smile plastered on his face. The other one shamelessly stares at every maid his eyes can catch.
âYour grace, it is a pleasure to finally meet you,â Quentyn reaches their table first, and Alicent walks down to greet them. He keeps his distance and his smile, his tone is measured. âWe were so sad to learn that the King has fallen sick. But I can tell the Kingdom is in great hands. And ââ
âWomenâs hands do have a healing touch,â Oberyn smoothly interrupts, his accent a bit thicker, his voice honeyed. âI will prefer a Queen over a King at any given day. Unless, of course, your husband can compete with you in beauty... I somehow doubt that.â
A shade of disapproval grazes Quentynâs face but Alicent is too amazed to notice. The compliment may come off as blunt but she still takes it well, her smile embarrassed yet sincere.
âI hope you will enjoy your stay,â she tells them humbly, then looks over the crowd. âBut may I ask where is the lady weâve been waiting for?â
âShe made a stop on our way to catch up with an old friend,â Quentyn answers, ready to explain, âItâs been years since weâve met Ser ââ
âStill canât believe he is the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,â Oberyn chuckles. âI think itâs all the armor that makes it look like he poses a threat. But you may reconsider if you see him in the nude.â
This time, the older brother glares at him with warning, and thereâs a lull in their conversation, while Aemondâs struggling to hear what made his motherâs cheeks so red, his mind nervously preoccupied with someone else â
her laughter enters first.
Itâs bright and joyful, a sound so lovely it might be enough to crack up his restraint. But then he spots her, and it feels like his whole body flares up at the sight.
Sheâs walking with her hand under Ser Cristonâs arm, and Aemondâs never seen a dress that covers so much but hides so little. Itâs muted orange, floor-length, made of sumptuous silk, with two long slits along the sides, curves of her thighs beguilingly seen through. Her neck and arms arenât covered, and the material is intricately stitched around her waist to show a few more glimpses of her sun-kissed skin. The waves of her long hair fall on her shoulders and frame her face, each feature of it striking but her lips stand out the most â full, plump, and reddish. Not once before Aemond found the thought of being kissed so tempting.
She doesnât even turn her head to look at him. Sheâs talking to Ser Criston quietly, and heâs engaged in conversation, unusually relaxed. Their difference in age is obvious, and the knight seems like just another relative of hers, but an uneasy feeling still leaves a bite on Aemondâs chest. He canât imagine her so carefree â so beaming and compliant â by his side. His jealousy tastes bitter like a stale wine.
He hears his brother let out a short laugh. âItâs not like they were fucking,â Aegon carelessly notes. âPlease ease your outrage before she runs away.â
âI donât remember asking for advice,â Aemond snarls.
âYou do look like you need it,â the blond comments, then goes back to drinking.
She gracefully approaches them, her voice melodic like a murmur of a river. âForgive me, your grace, for being late, I havenât seen Ser Criston in some time,â she tells his mother. âHe was once a dear friend of mine.â
âI only helped to shush away a few of your admirers,â the knight cackles, earning a smile from her.
âI hope you are making use of all his talents,â she says to the Queen, making her face flush right away.
She delicately moves on to another topic. âIt is a pleasure to have you here, you must be tired from taking such a long trip.â
âWe found it quite enjoyable,â Quentyn remarks politely. âThe beautiful sights along the way are worth the journey, and your city has some great views too.â
âCanât say Iâve heard great things about your food,â Oberyn grins. âHence why we took the liberty to bring some of our own,â he signals to the nearest servant, who runs to open one of the trunks they carried. âThe dornish fruits are also my sisterâs weak spot.â
âAs if you donât gorge yourself on them!â she jests, letting go of Ser Cristonâs arm at last. âMy brother is a glutton, your grace, please excuse his manners in advance.â
âYou can call me Alicent,â his mother corrects her warmly. âOnly seems fair to continue this discussion at the table,â she slightly moves away to let the girl go first.
Aemond unintentionally stiffens and only when he stands up from his chair to greet her, she finally does look at him. In contrast to her countenance, her gaze is dark and piercing, and the prince is staggered by how unreadable it is. Her brothers glance at Aemond briefly â Quentyn is pensive, while Oberyn looks like he wants to bite his head off; neither says a word.
Sheâs seated to his right, and she leaves behind a trail of scent â apples and plums, and he canât help but catch the movement of her hips under the flowing dress. The words all mash and fall apart, and he canât pick a single one to strike up a conversation.
Aegon is sitting next to her, and his patience only lasts a minute. âNever knew Ser Criston was such a ladies' man.â
âIâm sure he succeeded on that front but we are merely good friends,â she answers calmly, keeping her eyes on servants bringing fruits â blood oranges and pomegranates, robust grapes, and ripened cherries.
âYou two seemed more than friendly,â Aegon presses, his tone evidently taunting.
She picks a golden apricot and runs her thumb over its fragrant surface. âMaybe itâs the wine that makes you see things,â she rebuts and takes a bite out of the fruit, a drop of juice risking to escape her mouth but she wipes it swiftly with her finger. She catches Aemond looking, and his cheeks heat up.
âWeâve never seen him in the company of a woman,â the older prince points out, filling up his cup once more.
She takes out the kernel and eats up the fruit, her mouth glistens. âArenât the knights of the Kingsguard forbidden to marry?â
âNever stopped them from bedding whoever they like,â Aegon remarks crudely, and Aemond is thankful that their mother is too preoccupied with Oberynâs tireless chatting.
âMaybe some men have the decency to follow orders,â she responds, unbothered, taking a cherry and clasping it with her lips. Aegon doesnât seem to notice and only gulps the wine and rolls his eyes. Aemond canât look away.
âArenât you Martells known for not following the rules? I thought unruly was in your houseâs motto,â Aegon argues, a corner of his mouth curled in a smirk.
She takes another cherry, the third in a row, her lips already stained with juice. âI think you keep getting your facts wrong,â she brushes him off, and Aegon goes to object some more but spills the wine right on his shirt. The displeased cry brings Aemond out of his trance.
âHe tends to do that when heâs drunk,â the one-eyed prince coolly interjects.
Her eyes flicker to him, then she fully turns her head. âSo you can actually talk,â her teasing comes off soft but her gaze still burns. âItâs good to know.â
âYou seemed preoccupied with someone else,â he musters an excuse.
âDo you expect your wife to never speak to other men?â her voice almost betrays her disenchantment.
âNo,â Aemond quickly answers, caught unawares by how strained his thinking process is. âSheâ you are free to choose your friends, of course.â
âIâm flattered,â her tone suggesting otherwise, âNot that I would ask for anyoneâs approval,â she reaches for a plum; he closes his eye with a sigh.
Aegon comes to stand in between them on the pretext of needing another carafe of wine: âI didnât mean to interrupt your friendly bickering, please continue.â
âIt seems like Aemond isnât in the mood for talking,â she doesnât look at him, the tip of her tongue darting to lick her finger. âAnd I am never in the mood for begging.â
âMy brotherâs hospitality leaves much to be desired,â Aegon takes a sip. âSo I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer,â his hand falls on her chair. âBut if you ever wish to be... well satisfied, all you have to do is ask meâ.
Itâs hard to tell if Aegonâs actually that drunk or merely provoking (or if heâs got a death wish, Aemond wonders).
She replies without much thought. âWell, if I ever find myself in need of...,â she trails off with a smile but her gaze gets harsh â her words then follow, âMy choice wonât fall on you,â the smirk falls off Aegonâs face, and she glances straight at Aemond, adding, âI like them taller.â
But her straightforwardness is met with his resistance, with the deep-rooted unacceptance of his lurking needs. He adds âindecentâ to the list, and they speak no more.
>>> Her boldness doesnât pose a problem to anyone but him. To his surprise (or more so to his shock), his mother gives in first.
The morning canât come fast enough for Aemond after he spends the night tossing and turning. A few hours later he rushes to the garden for a walk, overwhelmed by restlessness his training didnât help him cope with. Thatâs when he sees it â a spot of yellow shining through the trees. He somehow knows itâs her without further confirmation but still, his feet carry him on.
Her dress is vivid like a field of marigolds, her hair plaited, wrists adorned with golden bracelets. He slackens pace and peers into her â and he wants nothing more than to drink her up, her whole appearance is the sweetest nectar... Until he hears another sound and realizes she is not alone, and itâs his mother sitting by her side, wrapped in her favorite green and, unexpectedly, in glee. He canât remember when he saw her laugh like this â out loud, giggling, tears at the corners of her eyes are not from sadness but from joy.
âMy dear, that is so improper! Did he apologize at least?â Alicent inquires with a smile.
âOberyn rarely does,â she tells her serenely. âHis lover looked way more ashamed. I hope each of your rooms has locks, gods know I donât want to walk in on him again.â
Unlike his mother who is covered by the shade of trees, sheâs bathing in the sun, the soft light caressing her skin, and Aemondâs eye greedily follows every ray. In barely a minute he feels warm all over.
âI hope that Aemondâs chambers got locks too,â she adds all of a sudden, a bit louder, and his chest is splashed with cold.
His eye moves to her face, and sheâs already looking at him, direct and daring. He knows heâs hidden by the trees but thereâs no hiding from her gaze.
Aemond turns away and steps back in haste, his abashment mixed with grievance at her implication. He believes someone like her would never lust for him, and her jokes at his expense not only hurt but prompt his resentment to grow stronger. He adds âdeceptiveâ to the portrait of her he is so adamantly set on painting.
>>> She wins Helaenaâs heart with ease. His sister fondly compliments her brooch â a little poppy made out of gold â and she gifts it to Helaena the same day. The silver-haired princess grabs at chance to show her own collection, and they spend the day looking through the jewels spread over the floor, sitting right there and equally amused.
And thatâs how Aemond finds them. He only planned to see his nephews but hearing her voice coming from Helaenaâs chambers makes him slow his step.
â... And this one he gave me for my latest name day,â Helaena babbles cheerfully.
âAemond clearly spoils you,â she laughs without a shade of envy. âAs he should!â
âHe is very kind at heart,â Helaena eagerly assures her. âYou will be happy with him, I am certain of it.â
There is a pause that makes him feel uneasy, makes him sneak up closer to the room.
âI do believe heâs not an evil man,â she finally says, âMaybe he just wasnât made for marriage.â
Surely she canât see him through the door but he can swear that he feels her gaze, like a silent challenge, a hidden mocking. He barges in without a knock.
Helaena beams. âWe were just talking about you!â
His sisterâs dress is milky blue, modestly pretty, and loosely fitted. Itâs also treacherously pale compared to the liquid gold the Martell girl is dressed in. Sheâs sitting with her feet under her thighs, the bending of her back is bare and in plain sight. He shouldâve walked away the second he heard the sound of her voice because not looking at her seems impossible.
âOh, you came to see the twins? They are with Aegon but I can callâ No, I will bring them back myself,â Helaena springs to her feet, rosy-cheeked and smiley, and leaves the room before Aemond can protest. And then itâs just the two of them.
He takes a breath and makes an effort, with his jaw tense and his blood rising, to drag his eye away from her. It feels as pointless as ignoring sunlight in an open field on a summer day. Only her beauty is more brazen â and so is her wit.
âI take it, gold isnât your favorite color,â she speaks up with an impish tone. âWould be a bad idea to wear it on our wedding then.â
She never comes too close, always just a little out of reach, and yet he feels as if her presence grips him, weakening his will. He doesnât want to be with her until he is â and then he has no wish to leave.
It scares Aemond as much as it spikes his anger.
âWhy did you agree to come?â he bristles.
âYou are not asking about your sisterâs chambers, are you?â she clarifies, and he hears her smiling.
He tells himself he only needs to cast a glance to check.
He does â he meets her gaze â her earrings catch the sunlight and cast a trail of glares â the scattering of specks play on her skin, her neck and collarbones, sneak to her upper chest â his own is heaving. His struggle only lasts a moment but it leaves him short of breath. He isnât looking anymore, his eye trying to discern the pattern on the drapes behind her.
âOur marriage, how do you benefit from it?â he hates how hard it is to control his voice.
And how she watches him intently without giving him a clue of whatâs on her mind.
âI plan on visiting my family a couple of times a year. It will be easier to do on dragon back,â she doesnât sound spiteful when she says it but her words still sting.
He canât stop an image flashing through his mind: her on top of Vhagar, lungs full of air, pressed to him. Itâs tempting â to have her in his hands, and yet the vision is too intangible to cling to. Instead, he thinks that in just three days she learned to play him like a harp, his years' worth of self-control is merely a sand castle against the tide of her sharp tongue.
He only snickers dryly at her reply, then they both hear the sound of running footsteps. Jaehaera and Jaehaerys rush to greet him â but almost instantly abandon, the kids' attention drawn to the shining golden dress.
He thinks âunrulyâ suits her better than does âpompousâ. He comes up with a fake excuse to leave; the image of her stays with him.
>>> He picks more adjectives as the week goes on â sheâs audacious, disobedient, wanton. She moves around the castle as if she owns every room sheâs in. She wears less, and even on rare occasions when she doesnât, her defiance more than compensates for it. She never shies away from a deep neckline, nor does she feel the need to hold back her resounding laughs. Her jewelry clinks, each of her dresses is brighter than the other, but itâs her wicked mouth his eye always falls on first.
More times than not, Aemond canât tear his gaze away, each meal for him now both a torture and a feast.
He watches as she parts her lips, puts them around a luscious grape, a cherry, or a peach, she swipes her tongue to lick up every running drop, savoring its tang â and keeps eye contact with him. He barely can taste the food heâs eating, and no wine can quench his thirst, his body flooding with a feeling he canât define, his heart adrift.
He tries to fight it off with all our strength. He scratches off âunrulyâ to write down âunabashedâ instead.
But then the dinner comes, and even though heâs never had a taste for sweets, he thinks heâd eat them from her lips (deep down, he wants to). The lies he tells himself are brittle like the flesh of fruits under her teeth.
>>> He comes to think âinsufferableâ fits her the best. That thought rings in his head while he is standing in the stable, his eye on anything but her. He was informed she wished to pick a horse, and he begrudgingly agreed to come, only to keep up the pretense.
What turns out to be much harder is for him to keep restraint. The dress sheâs wearing might as well be a chemise â itâs just as light and white, and much to his discomfort, it also tirelessly risks hiking up to expose more of her legs.
Discomfort, mayhaps, isnât the right word for it.
He stays out of her way but, unsurprisingly, he ends up looking â at how she walks, spring in her step, swinging her hips. She gives each horse a piece of apple and feeds them by hand, strokes their muzzles, and then she mounts and rides them, one by one. She grabs the reins, her foot easily finds the stirrup, and as she swings her leg over the saddle, her dress slips up, showing a few inches of her skin.
He swallows thickly, glances more intently â over her dainty ankles, bending of her knees, he notes how smooth her skin is, soaking up the sun. Her dress then billows slightly, and his eye glides higher, hungry, follows up the contour of her thighs that bounce a little as the horse gallops.
He feels it blooming â a sensation with no name that travels from the lower chest down to his very navel, then spreads and tightens all thatâs underneath.
He is so deep in his enthrallment, he doesnât hear the steps approaching until thereâs someone standing next to him. Quentyn stays silent for a minute, throwing him a sideways glance.
âMy sisterâs always been terribly picky,â the man says out of the blue, âAnd usually itâs hard to meet all of her demands,â â it doesnât seem like itâs the horses he is talking of. The vagueness of it makes Aemond focus as he takes his eye off her but Quentyn doesnât elaborate, giving him a smile instead. âI do admit, your patience is commendable. Some other man wouldâve already interfered just to wrap the process up.â
âI was under the impression she doesnât need anyoneâs help,â Aemond replies evasively.
âYou guessed it right,â Quentyn titters, his tone veiled with the same unclear meaning when he adds, âThe only thing left for us all is to accept it,â and with that, he goes to join his sister.
When Aemond â tamely, almost yielding â takes a peek at her, his gaze collides with Oberynâs who clearly watched them talk. Unlike his older brother, he prefers to stay away, but the mischief in him pairs really well with danger. He grants Aemond a nod, switching attention back to her, his threats unspoken for the meantime.
For just a second, it gives Aemond pause as he finds it odd that no one brings up their wedding, and no announcements have been made ever since she came. He doesnât mull over it for long because her laughter interrupts his thoughts (or maybe he just yearns for any chance to look at her). She rides around the yard, her hair floating in the wind, a little breathless but breathtaking, her lips enticing and her curves making his throat dry.
He tries to ground himself, to look for explanations, for some reprieve from the entrancing spell heâs under â heâs never been so close to losing reason â
out of the corner of his eye, he sees a couple of guards dropping their gaze in poor attempts to stop themselves from gawking; it reins his passion, bringing back his jealousy instead. Heâs way too used to seeing himself unworthy to even entertain the thought of having her, and his denial prickles. He wants to burn his feelings out, and anger helps with that â it breaks out and engulfs him fast, hardening both his heart and gaze.
âQuentyn is the friendliest of the two, and you couldnât hold a conversation?â Aegon appears out of nowhere, seemingly displeased despite the bottle in his hand. âMust you always be so gruff? I stayed behind in hopes youâd make it work!â he waves at Oberyn then glares at Aemond, waiting for a reply. âAre you pretending to be deaf or...?â
âMust she test my patience?â Aemond mutters, his tone not jealous but exasperated, his eye boring into her, âPutting herself out like that for all the men to see.â
Aegon being speechless is a rare sight. He cannot fathom it at first, looking from Aemond back to her, confusion sobering him up. And then he grins, realization creeping up on him; there are some things heâs always quick to notice.
âItâs funny that you say that,â he leans in to tell him and catches Aemondâs gaze, âSince itâs just you whoâs staring,â Aegon pats him on the back and leaves to greet her brothers.
Aemond tries to choke it down â his irritation and his shame combined, but itâs too much for him to handle, his head and heart clearly in conflict. He doesnât wait for her to make a choice, retiring without sparing her a glance (a fear nibs at him that if he looks at her once more, he will stay rooted to the ground).
He doesnât leave his chambers for the remainder of the day, dining all alone and fuming all the same. Heâs usually good at curbing his emotions but he is having trouble understanding them, wanting nothing more than to erase all memories of her. But even in his solitude, he catches himself thinking â about her cunning smile and swaying hips, her eyes on him, his hands wanting to roam and touch and â
Aemond shoves unwanted thoughts away and goes to bed earlier than usual. He remains steadfast in his resolve to find some peace, he makes a conscious effort to shift his focus to all the boring, random things his mind can come up with until he is too tired to care.
But then he falls asleep, and his subconscious welcomes her. He sees her right before his eye in that obscenely short white dress, there are no people in the yard, her tantalizing moves all meant for him. She hops off her black horse and walks to him without a single word â anticipation makes him drop his guard and hold his breath â and then he feels her lips on his, her body pressing into him, his hunger for her ruining his self-control, the kiss is searing, suffocating, driving him insane, his fingers pulling up her dress â
he wakes up painfully aroused.
He lays in bed, his heartbeat rushing, his breathing ragged, and vision blurred. While heâs still grasping for the remnants of his dream, he sneaks his hand into his breeches, wishing he could rip her dress off and sheath himself inside her, spread her on his bed, and drink every salacious sound she makes... It only takes him a few strokes to spill over his fingers; he canât remember if heâs ever reached his peak so fast.
And only then, as he comes down from his high, it hits him, like lightning in the dark â in spite of her remarks, her audacity, her dresses, and every cruel adjective heâs found for her, heâs never wanted anyone so badly. Aemond sits up abruptly, his sleep gone, giving way to stubbornness that comes hand in hand with reticence. He persuades himself that heâll suppress this â the spark, the pleasure that he craves, and he wonât be a slave to his desires.
Heâll rid himself of feelings, of this lust. Inevitably it will wane.
>>> It doesnât.
Desire is a guest that never leaves, unwanted but demanding space, attention, time. It slips into his thoughts the moment he wakes up, it whispers in his ears, never giving up, itâs layered in between his clothes and his skin. He hides it well from everyone; it lodges deeper into him.
Desire is a cherry in her mouth, each fruit she bites in, savors, drinks the juice from. He doesnât want to watch â he canât take his eye off her, caught in his fervor like in undertow, the flavor of her lips the only one he truly yearns for.
Desire bruises more than does a hit, cuts deeper than a blade, and thereâs no weapon he can fight it off with. His training brings him no relief, and he canât sweat it out or wash it off him, and even while he soaking in a bath, it feels like longing only rises back with steam.
Desire waits for him at night, stands by his bed, slides right under the covers with him. He dreams of her, and in those dreams, her body sings under his every touch, trembles from his praise, his hands and mouth paint her with marks and kisses. He wakes up with his chest aflame and out of breath, and then it takes all of his willpower not to crawl to her.
It staggering how much he really wants her, and he hates himself for it.
>>> Itâs been three weeks and they have barely shared a word. He does his best to cut down their encounters and avoid her, he doesnât argue and takes no offense, he hopes that if he pulls back just enough she will give up and let him be.
Aemond spends his evenings in the study, his table piled with books, and for a couple of hours, it does help to take his mind off things. The night already steals in while heâs searching through the shelves for scrolls, too caught up in the process to pick up the creaking of his door.
Her gaze nearly scalds him. He only looks up out of surprise â and then he freezes at the spot, his heart a stone that plummets to his stomach.
Out of everything sheâs worn, this dress might be the one to bring him to his knees â the cutting out the front so low, his eye falls in the hollow between her breasts; he envies fervently the golden chain that rests there. He takes in her whole body, bare arms, and flaunting forms, all clad in deep dark green. Heâs never seen her pick that color (and he canât help but think she put it on for him).
Heâs brought back from his stupor when their eyes meet â and startled by the determination in her gaze.
âSer Criston told me that you missed your training,â she stately starts walking toward him, âQuite a few times this week.â
âI found myself preoccupied with other things,â he clears his throat and clasps his hands behind his back, the scrolls forgotten.
âWith reading, I assume?â she almost sounds aggrieved (he wants to ask what else sheâd rather have him do) but then her tone gets jaunty. âWould you mind if I join?â
âActually, I would,â Aemond takes his eye off her, his coldness feigned. âIâd like to avoid distractions.â
And more than anything, he would like for her to leave; sheâs not the one to give up so easily. âMaybe we can learn some things together?â she nonchalantly insists, and that ambiguity â deliberate or not â leaves his face suffused with pink.
âI highly doubt you take interest in the things I study,â he manages, his crudeness biting his own tongue.
She only sneers, already nearing his table. âYou surely rush to judgment.â
âAnd I am never wrong.â (Although heâs been wrong once before.)
âThatâs very humble of you.â (And sheâs tenacious with her intent to prove him wrong again.)
âI am surprised you know that word,â he replies too hastily â and instantly regrets his outburst.
And his attempts to get away from her couldâve been valiant, but only left him feeling like a coward.
Sheâs got enough courage to spare. âOh, my apologies, did I strike a nerve?â her hip grazes a stack of books. âYou sound so displeased with my behavior,â she puts her hands right on his table, her cleavage in full view.
âYou interrupted my studies,â heâs looking only at her face.
âJust this one time,â she clears up, her sly smile is a dare, âSounds like you have quite a few complaints.â
Damned be her dress and the day he laid his eye on her. âItâs clear as day that we have nothing in common,â he hisses, her persistence molding his anger. âFrom your bawdy humor to your reckless behavior and your...,â he struggles to push the word through his mouth, âvulgar dresses â everything suggests that we will never make a good couple.â
He catches a gleam in her gaze but itâs not threatening nor hurt â and when the corners of her mouth curl up, her face expression actually looks amused. âI didnât realize my presence tormented you that much,â she crosses arms over her chest, her hands under her breasts; he looks away that very instant. âSo will it please you if I take my vulgar dresses and go back home and leave you be?â
He wants to say it will â heâs thought of it for days â but now he isnât sure. The dreams he has of her will hardly be enough as every image he collected has got nothing on the real form.
âIs there anything that does?â she asks him suddenly and takes a step in his direction, and then another one.
Belatedly, he realizes that heâs backed against the wall. The air in the room heats up, and Aemond moves back to his table, fingers holding to its edge to find some balance. â...Does what?â
âPlease you,â she swiftly clarifies, now standing at armâs length.
âThat isnât any of your concern,â he wants to glance away and yet, his eye is drawn to her.
âI am inclined to disagree,â her lips stretch into a smile. âShouldnât a wife know how to make her husband feel good?â
âWe are not married yet,â he tries to argue weakly.
âIâd like to learn beforehand,â but her assertiveness works quicker than his doubts.
The time is still, and seconds drag like hours. His heart leaps at the thought of being all alone with her, his concentration crumbling, his self-restraint already hanging by a thread.
âThe way you look at me suggests you arenât averse to the idea,â she tells him in a low voice, her eyes two glowing embers. Aemond gulps, she deftly rounds the table. âYou act so cold and so collected,â she muses, coming closer, and he helplessly steps back. âBut I am yet to meet a man who would deny himself the pleasure of laying with a woman,â her voice is warm and warming; his legs bump into the chair, prompting him to sit.
He hesitates for barely a moment but his quick reaction fails him because the next thing he knows, sheâs standing next to him, her golden chain casting a blinding glint â he blinks â and then sheâs straddling him, her thighs on either side of his.
Aemondâs mouth falls slack as he becomes aware: to lift her he will have to touch her. He glances down at her legs that sneaked out through the long slits of her dress, all bare to the very hips before him.
âI wonder if you are too spoiled by the attention of the ladies? Mayhaps youâve got so satiated, the intimacy doesnât bring you any joy,â she runs her fingers up his chest.
He only finds it in himself to shake his head. She isnât satisfied with that reaction. âOr do you simply find it boring and have a taste for something else?â
Objection bubbles in his throat but he gets no chance to voice it â he barely registers a clinking sound before he feels cold steel pressed under his chin, her fingers wrapped around the hilt of his own dagger. He meant to leave it at the training yard but it completely slipped his mind.
âDoes this work better? Iâve heard that you Targaryens have peculiar tastes,â her other hand lands on his shoulder, his chest is stirring with emotions he canât read.
âThatâs notâ No,â he mumbles, his voice raw, the weight and feeling of her body overwhelming.
She cocks her brow at him in disbelief. âNo? So itâs just plain old satiation then?â she makes no attempt to press the blade but her questions do get pushy. âMust be so hard when women throw themselves at you ever since you were... What was it, ten? Twelve years of age?â
He would expect her to sound teasing â instead, he hears disappointment. Thatâs the reaction he is used to getting.
âMy brother took me to a pleasure house when I was ten-and-three. He said itâs time to get it wet,â he forces out, âAnd it was...,â awful and humiliating, something he wishes to forget, â...Not what you are describing.â
Her face expression changes â first surprised, then splashed with sadness, and her every feature softens. Aemond sees her opening her mouth to speak but he averts his gaze, abasement scrabbling at him. His eye falls closed, and he keeps thinking that now she will get up and leave, and there wonât be any wedding, and heâs got no reason to get so overly upset already, and â
she sheathes his dagger without a word, the unexpected movement making him breathe out.
And then she dips her head down, and her lips fall on his jaw. Aemond inhales sharply. Her mouth feels softer than it was in all his dreams, and she plants kisses down his throat, moving to the part of it the blade was pressed to. He doesnât know where to put his hands while hers lock nimbly around his neck.
She pulls back slowly, and he dares to look at her again, trying to catch the merest shadow of pretense but there is none.
âI am truly sorry that you had to go through that,â she tells him quietly. âHave you tried some more since then?â
âI did,â his answer comes off hurried, blank, âI... I am aware of how the act is done.â
âHow the act is done? Aemond, that doesnât sound enjoyable at all,â she pouts, then gently caresses his face, her voice a tender whisper when she adds, âBut it should be.â
He stiffens, waiting for the discomfort to wake up, for the aversion to coil his guts, to trigger the jarring need to move away. None of that happens. Instead, he feels her fingers running through his hair, a calming motion bringing only comfort, her every touch relieving tightness in his chest.
âYou seem too tense... We have to work on that,â she joyfully murmurs. âUnless, of course, my worry causes you distress,â her fingers stop, âDo you want me to leave, my prince?â
âNo,â he rasps, he almost pleads, âD-donât.â
She hums with satisfaction, bringing her hands down to unclasp his leather doublet, knowing she wonât meet any resistance. He should resent her for this but he doesnât (he didnât and he wonât). The air lays cold over his shirt, and Aemond shivers; she moves her fingers down his firm chest with an unspoken admiration.
âTell me how it usually goes,â she inquires, one of her hands finding its way back to his silver locks. âDo you find pleasure in undressing them?â
Her warmth envelopes him, scented with cinnamon and peaches. âThey come without much clothes,â Aemond blurts out, earning another hum from her.
âAnd what about you?â she glances curiously at him.
âI donât... I donât like them touching me,â he timidly avows, and saying it to her does bring somewhat of a relief.
With both of her hands, she cradles his face, thumbs gently contouring his cheeks â he all but melts into her palms. âAnd yet you are so responsive to the touch,â her voice praises, âSo pretty.â
She leans in again, leaving a kiss at the hollow of his throat â and then her mouth travels up, ardent and steady, and he squirms in place. Not out of discomfort.
âYou are not supposed to rush it if you want it to feel good,â she whispers in his ear and moves back to catch his gaze. âYou never rush into fighting so why love making should be any different?â
Astonishment brightens his face, and she chuckles lightly. âI must confess, I did enjoy watching you train, even though you never noticed. The way you move and twirl your sword,â sheâs recollecting breathy, âYou are so lithe and fast and so resistant... An infatuating sight.â
She holds his gaze and lifts her hand â he follows it, unblinking, until it finds one of the straps â she hooks it with her fingers. âFairly soon it made me wonder how would your hands feel... on me,â his heart jolts at her words.
Slowly, she moves the strap aside, baring her breast for him; Aemondâs breathing hitches. She takes his hand in hers, planting a kiss over his knuckles â and then lets his fingers graze her naked skin.
âIt was so cruel of you to rob me of my pleasure,â she laments, but he can barely hear a thing, his eye wide as he fixes on the soft swell of her breast, on how her nipple peaks so eagerly under his touch.
She guides his hand over her chest, down to her ribs and waist, letting him brush her every curve, placing his fingers firmly on her hip. And then she reaches for his other hand and lowers the other strap; his body trembles. The layers of his reticence are all peeled at once, leaving his desire raw and undisguised, unshackled. Heâs drawn to fondle, clutch at her plump breasts but her grip is tight and taunting, not letting his fingers roam free.
Still, when both his hands sink into her hips, he realizes that heâs getting harder by the second.
It doesnât go unnoticed by her. With a controlled, torturously slow move she drags her clothed core over his straining cock. His mouth stays closed but thereâs a sound â a muffled moan caught in his throat.
âDoesnât this feel good?â she teases, lightly tugging on his hair, her lips reaching the column of his neck. âWith how much you read, I hoped youâd be more generous with words,â each of her kisses weightless like a drop of rain but then her mouth finds a spot below his ear and suckles at it, pulling a whimper from his chest.
He thinks he should... his mind goes blank after another movement of her hips, and she picks up the pace, merciless and sensuous. He tries biting down his moans but only hurts his mouth. She notices, her rapt eyes on him, and puts her finger on his lower lip:
âPlease, donât be shy with me,â she coos, her gentle touch soothing his bitten flesh, âOur desires coincide,â she earnestly affirms him â and the spark erupts and drags him into pure bliss.
He feels that his arousal leaks, his breeches way too tight to hide it, his fingers dig into her supple skin, but she gives no complaints. He watches breathlessly through his hooded eyelid as she grinds against him, then looks over her bouncing breasts, her nipples pebbled, and the pressure curls somewhere down his spine. She peppers him with kisses â the angles of his face, neck, everything that she can reach, except for his desirous mouth. And yet the softness of her lips and hands, her skin thatâs draped with the redolent scent, the rhythm of her hips all bring him closer to the edge.
Her forehead is pressed to his, their lips an inch away but never fully touching. âLet go for me,â she says against his mouth, âMy handsome, fierce dragon.â
That does it for him. He harshly presses her to him, then shudders with a strangled moan and comes undone, his eye squeezed shut as her name quivers in his mouth. The pleasure whirls him in and leaves him drained and stunned, a little bit light-headed.
It takes Aemond a minute to recover before he finds her gaze again â and in another minute he discerns her shallow breaths, her parted lips, brows slightly furrowed. He wants to ask her if she reached her peak, if he can help her with it â
but she pulls back.
She stands up and only briefly grabs his shoulder, steadying herself, then promptly puts the straps back on, fixing her dress. He wants to lend a hand but she moves it away, leaning in to lightly caress his face. âNo, you donât get to have me yet. I want you to admit it first, to say that you want me,â her words are laced with dignity but cooling to his mind.
She steps back, cruelly fast, the only consolation is her naughty tone. âUntil then, I have to satisfy myself some other way. But I will think of you while doing it, my dear prince,â she promises, a ghost of a smile on her lips, and then walks out without looking back.
The silence feels unwelcome in the room and hangs over the ceiling like a cloud, but Aemond he is too dazed to move, spent and perplexed to wrap his head around it.
Desire, it seems, has come to stay.
But itâs not the only thing heâs feeling.
â§... YES, there will be a second part, itâs already in the works! ⧠and yes, I didnât bother to rename Pedroâs character 'cause I adore Oberyn sue me
⧠just to clarify, I usually age Aemond up to 20 (or however old Ewan looks to you ;) ⧠I got inspired after watching the video for ROSALĂAâs âLa Famaâ (give it a watch, she is soooo đĽľ) but I only found it because of this gorgeous gifset so shout-out to OP for giving me inspiration
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It's Sunday morning and you're Joel's breakfast
Oh I'm so sick for this man! đđ
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A Proof of Love
Jason x Reader
Summary: Jason just couldn't look away from you.
He watched in complete awe as you held your baby in your arms.
The little boy, born a couple weeks ago, had him worried.
He helped you deliver the child, and Jason would be lying if he said he wasn't extremely anxious.
He was also said to see how his son resembled him more than Jason hoped.
The young boy although wasn't as deformed as Jason himself, Jason still felt guilty.
But much like with your husband, the little boy didn't scare you at all.
Jason watched as you lifted him into your arms for the first time and you cried.
He misunderstood at first, preparing himself for the worst when you simply said: "My beautiful little boy."
And since that day, Jason never wanted to stop watching you with your son.
Every day, he knew he had to leave and look around the camp, but he found himself going back to the bunker earlier than usual.
Jason never felt happier.
To hear your giggles or the soft snores of your son.
This time, he found you with the baby lying on your chest as you sat in the chair.
Your hand running up and down his little back as he slept soundly.
You smiled at Jason when you saw him enter the room.
"He tired himself out. He was crying. I think he was missing you." Jason walked over, he knew he had to do something, he just wasn't sure what.
You stood up and handed him the baby.
Jason sat down into his chair as now he had the baby.
"I love seeing him with you." you said as you watched the two with a smile. "I can tell he loves you very much, you are really good to him."
Jason wanted to say something, tell you that he was amazed every time he saw your son with you. He wanted to say how much he adored the way you sang to him. He wanted, but he couldn't.
And yet somehow, you understood.
"I think, since he is a combination of the two of us, and we love each other so much, he got it from us. He got our love for each other and so, he loves us just as much. Does it make sense?"
Jason nodded.
It did.
It did make sense.
The little boy was a proof of your love, and he loved you two just as much as you love each other, if not more.
Jason held out his other hand to you and you understood immediately.
You went over to him and sat in his lap, his free arm wrapped around you as he now held you both.
You laid your head on his chest, your let out a sigh as you felt quite sleepy now. It also didn't help how Jason was running his hand up and down your back.
You moved your arm around his neck and placed a kiss on his mask.
"I love you very much, Jason."
He knew.
He wanted to say it back, he desperately wanted to.
"L-love." he ended up saying and you smiled.
You understood.
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dumb dumb
Pairing: Bucky x Dumbass!Reader
Warnings: none! lots of fluff ahead!!!Â
Summary: Everyone can see the huge crush Bucky has on you...everyone except you of course.
Word Count: 3.7k and counting because I truly am incapable of being brief
A/N: This is for week oneâs writer activity for @the-slumberparty the I Spy Challenge! I included all three of the items they shouldnât be too hard to spot! I hope you enjoy it! Unbetaed, forgive me! Feedback is always appreciated :)
Update 2/17: You guys asked and now there's a Part 2
Typically it was Team Cap that were the first people awake in the Avengers Compound. Steve, Sam and Bucky were still on a soldier's schedule, usually getting up at 5 to work out before getting breakfast.Â
So it was a bit of a surprise when they entered the kitchen to see the coffee was already brewed and you were helping yourself to a bowl of cornflakes. You were a Stark Industries biochemical engineer and judging from your lopsided ponytail and your rumpled clothes, you had ended up sleeping in the lab. Again. Steve checked his watch, it was barely past 6.Â
âGood morning! Another late night?â Steve asked.
âMorning Cap! Yeah, the thing about stomach acid is it's so fascinating I lost track of my time while studying it.â You cover your mouth to hide a yawn. Â
âI think maybe only you think that.â Sam said, making you giggle a bit. Bucky entered the kitchen slightly later than the other two. His hair was damp and he had a towel wrapped around his neck, freshly showered. Steve definitely noticed that Bucky had started to insist on showering before breakfast right after the first time they discovered Y/N in the kitchen.Â
âGood morning Bucky!â You greeted, internally cringing at how loud you were. He was taken aback each time he saw her in the morning. The usually coordinated assassin bumped into the side of the breakfast bar with his hip and winced.Â
âMorning.â he mumbled and gave a little wave before immediately heading to get some coffee, walking off the bump. Sam and Steve both glanced at each other.Â
âYou should kick Buckyâs ass, itâs his samples keeping you up at night,â Sam joked. You blushed and filled your mouth with more cornflakes. Youâd specifically been studying well, all of Bucky? The effects of Dr. Erskineâs serum on his body mixed with the cryosleep and the other HYDRA experiments was a vast array of knowledge to tap into.
âIt's not his fault Iâm bad at time management. I really should stop doing this though. I'm sure my apartment misses me.â You say quickly as Bucky silently fixes himself breakfast. He pulls out the bagels and cream cheese with a bit more anger than usual. He sent Sam a glare but didnât say anything.Â
âWell if youâre here less, weâll start missing you, wonât we Buck?â Steve asked. Both of them knew about Buckyâs soft spot for the scientist, too bad he didnât seem like he was ever going to do anything about it.Â
Bucky didnât really answer, just sort of muttered something. You tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear trying to hide a blush.
âI'm sure Bucky wonât miss me. Heâs gotten enough of me poking and prodding him.â You said hoping it came off as a light joke. While Bucky had been very willing to provide all of the samples youâd asked for, you secretly were starting to feel like you were no better than HYDRA in his eyesâŚ
âAnd stealing my blood for science?â Bucky asked, his tone still grim. ââSânot so bad when you do it.â He gave a small smile that he hid behind a sip of coffee. Steve remained quiet a moment, hoping either of you would make a move but both of you stayed blushing and looking in other directions.Â
âSay, I was wondering to get your opinion on something. If there was a fella who was trying to get something nice for a lady friend, are flowers too old fashioned?â
âA lady friend? Steve, are you dating someone?â
âI can neither confirm nor deny. But humor a hundred year old guy for a second here. If someone were trying to catch the eye of a modern woman such as yourself, would he have to buy you flowers, chocolates, diamond necklace?â He asked. You thought about it for a moment tapping your chin.Â
âGosh, not diamonds for me! I canât wear any jewelry in the lab. I think flowers are nice! Everyone likes getting flowers sometimes. Maybe I should get some flowers for the whole lab, with Valentine's Day coming up and all.â Â
Bucky smiled to himself. You were just the sweetest person heâd ever met. Always thinking about others. Steve of course caught the face and Bucky quickly turned away, trying to go back to neutral. It was such a stupid little crush, nothing more.Â
x
You felt like your back might snap in half, that lab cot was really not optimal. Youâd ended up staying in the lab past midnight and at that point it was easier to just crash than bother driving home. Youâd had to redo nearly all of your samples from yesterday, after your acid experiment melted nearly all the pipettes in the lab. You were probably going to have to get some more cheek swabs from Bucky too.Â
You bit your lip. It was nice to have him in the lab so much. He didnât talk a lot but he was always awfully sweet when he did. He also didnât seem to mind your science babble. It was safe to say youâd developed a bit of a crush over the past few months. Too bad there was absolutely no way he felt the same way about you. He was a gorgeous Avengers for chrissake, he wasnât going to date a dorky scientist who was studying the acid in his stomach.Â
Speaking of the devil, when you got up to stretch a bit you were taken back by a face full of flowers, you leaped back in surprise.Â
Bucky, wearing his sweatsuit like he had just gotten back from a run, was carrying a huge bouquet of pink and purple flowers. His face as usual was unreadable. You placed your hand on your now racing heart.Â
âBucky! I didnât hear you come in!â You said as you regained your footing.Â
âUh sorry about that. Kind of a habit. Assassin.â He said with a shrug. The two of you stood in silence with the beautiful flowers separating you. Both of you taking in the other.Â
Canât believe he looks so handsome while Iâm sitting here looking like an absolute wreck
Canât believe she looks so cute in the mornings while Iâm in here looking like a creep.Â
âThese are beautiful!â You gesture to the flowers snapping the two of you back to reality. He half smiled and took a deep breath, ready for the little speech he'd prepared to go along with the ridiculous bouquet.Â
âYeah uh, I was just thinking about what you and Steve were talking about yesterday, with Valentineâs Day and allââ He began.Â
âItâs so nice that you got these for the lab!â You cried out taking them from his hands. Yesterday you had mentioned getting flowers for the whole lab, that must be what Bucky was referencing.Â
âIâŚdid. I did get these for the lab.â He said the smile now disappearing and back to his usual grumpy/ neutral expression. Some people found it a bit off putting but you had grown accustomed to it.Â
âThe techs are gonna flip, an avenger bringing us flowers! This is gonna brighten up the break room.â You squealed happily. It broke your heart a little, secretly hoping they had been for you. The gesture was really appreciated. Maybe he really didnât mind all of your little experiments so much!
âIâm glad you like them.â He said. He sounded genuine but he looked so sad. You quirked your eyebrows, hoping that youâd be able to cheer him up if he stayed. âYeah so Iâm gonna go now.âÂ
He quickly turned his hands in his pockets.Â
âOh you can stayââ You called after him but he was basically out the door.Â
 âIâve got to go on a run.â he called back.
âOh.â you said to yourself as the door shut behind him. You clearly had been wrong, no way did Bucky like you at all.Â
X
âHey there I got a huge bunch of flowers for the lab. Because I think the lab is beautiful. And the lab is smart and funny. I really like talking to the lab even though I have no idea what the fuck to even say half the time.âÂ
âTalking to yourself again?â Steve asked, finally catching up with Bucky who had taken off at a mad manâs pace.Â
âEavesdropping again punk?â
âFlowers didnât go over too well? I take it?â
âNot talking about it.â Bucky said picking up speed. Steve easily matched his pace, refusing to let his friend get away.Â
âMaybe you should just ask her out. You used to be pretty good at that. Being charming.â Steve suggested. Bucky picked up speed again and Steve followed, the two of them now pushing hard. Nearly too hard for conversation.Â
âWill you drop it?â Bucky grunted. There was no way she liked him. Why would she anyway? She was a beautiful, brilliant scientist and he was the grumpy old meanie avenger.Â
âJust trying to help.â Now Steve was pissed, he pushed harder trying to pass his best friend.Â
âStay out of it.â The two super soldiers ran on, lapping poor Sam a shameful amount of times.Â
Used to be charming. Used to be? Bucky scoffed. Heâd show them. He was present day charming.Â
X
You really needed to work on your time management, you checked your watch and it was already 3 o clock and you hadnât even had lunch yet. You were out of lab snacks too, so you decided to break for a quick lunch.Â
You assumed youâd be in the kitchen on your own but entered to see Bucky with a cup of instant noodles. He was mid slurp when you waved hello. You went straight to the pantry to grab the basics for a PBJ. You could hear lots of coughing as you turned.Â
âYouâre not choking right? Do you need the heimlich?â You asked only half jokingly. Youâd certainly do whatever you could to help him.
You turned back and Bucky was a bit red in the face but breathing normally again.Â
âNo. Sâfine. Went down the wrong pipe.â He grumbled waving his hand as you went back to your sandwich. Â
âEveryone loves the flowers. By the way, really made our week.â You took a seat across from him. Bucky straightened up a big and cleared his throat for the final time.Â
âGlad to hear it.â He smiled. You smiled back.Â
There was a beat of silence. You looked down at your food, then back to Bucky only to discover he had done the same. You were looking into each other's eyes.Â
âIt was really so thoughtful.â You hoped you didnât sound as breathless as you felt.Â
âWell I was thinking of you when I saw them.â He said softly. Your heart soared. That was the sort of softness that you only heard from him in a few special moments.Â
âTony is having a screening of The Princess Bride. For Valentine's Day. As a treat to the company. Great movie, if you havenât seen it.â You said very quickly. Not sure what was compelling you to tell him about it. It was one of your favorite movies and you were really excited to go to the screening until another scientist in your lab had asked you if you were bringing a date. It hadnât occurred to you that the romance movie screening on Valentine's Day was going to be a mostly couples event.Â
âI havenât.â Bucky said. You were about to suggest he check it out when he continued âWe should go. Together.âÂ
âOk! Yeah! Yes we should go! Wow, that will be so much fun!â You could hardly believe it! Had your gambit worked? Subtly bringing up the movie with the hopes heâd come with you?Â
âUh cool, should I uh pick you up at the lab?â He seemed just as excited as you. You donât think youâd ever seen him so smiley actually.Â
âYeah, Iâll have to bring my duffle bag so I have a change of clothes. I have this dress that looks like Buttercupâs â sheâs a character in the movie. I should have more clothes here anyway. I hate my work clothes. And maybe a blanket too since the screening room is always so cold. We could bring snacks even though theyâre usually provided. That might be overdoing it. â You had started to ramble while Bucky rested his chin on his hand, contently listening.Â
âYouâre not planning on sleeping in the lab again are you?â He asked, concerned.Â
âWell, I want to watch the movie and it's a bit silly to drive all the way home when I'm tired.â You said with a shrug. You really should stop sleeping at the lab so much, it seemed like you were starting to get a reputation.Â
âVery true, you should not be driving while sleepy. But uh we could go to my place afterwards. Itâs a much nicer commute. Probably a bit more comfortable than the lab.â He offered.Â
âBut Bucky, where would you sleep?â You asked, cocking your head to the side. The avengers apartments were nice but you were certain he didnât have a guest bedroom.Â
âIâll take the floor. Itâs actually not an issue.âÂ
âBucky Barnes, I am not kicking you out of your own bed. No way. End of discussion.â You put your foot down. He let out a sigh looking up at the ceiling lights and then back to you. His whole demeanor changedÂ
âWell. I was trying to be a gentleman here but it is a pretty big bed. We probably could both fit. Since it seems like there are no other options. â He practically purred at you. You blinked, taken aback. You couldnât remember a time where he had seemed more charming to you! But no, that couldnât be right. Bucky Barnes was not actually offering to cuddle up with you on Valentineâs Day. This was you misreading the situation with him as usual.Â
âOh. You mean that as friends right?â You asked. Bucky looked pained and sucked his teeth for a moment.Â
âTotally. As friends.â
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âSo let me get this straight. You are going to be going to see the romance movie The Princess Bride together. On Valentines day. As friends. Then you are going back to his apartment. Where youâve planned on sharing his bed. As friends.âNat asked. You sat across from Nat on the long L shaped couch in the TV room. You were a little surprised with how well you had ended up getting along with all the Avengers since you got hired for the lab. Nat and Bucky especially were famously unfriendly to newbies and yet, you seemed to click with them faster than anyone.Â
âExactly. What's so hard to get about that?â You gave a shrug and sipped some more of your afternoon coffee. She let out a groan and massaged her temples.Â
âAre you dumb? Like has this whole brilliant scientist thing been like an Elizabeth Holmes scam? Geez Einstein, Bucky is head over heels for you and you spend all of your time thinking about smooching his stupid grumpy little face!â She cried and you winced. You only thought about smooching sometimes.
âHis face isnât stupid.â You muttered and Natasha rolled her eyes so hard you feared they may get stuck. âAnd he doesnât like me like that.â
âWhy would he ask you out to a movie? Then offer his place afterwards, if not because heâs totally into you!âÂ
âI asked him if he meant as friends then he said yes he meant as friends.â You cried back. She let out an exasperated sigh.Â
âHonestly at this point, I think I may have to hang up my wing woman hat. Canât get you a date, canât get Steve a date, Iâve lost my touch.â She groaned.Â
âDoesnât Steve have someone heâs seeing?â You asked.Â
âUh absolutely not. No way he could keep that from me. Unless you have some intel I donât know about.â
âHe was asking me all these questions a few weeks ago. About getting a girl flowers to show youâre interested in her.â You explained. Why would he bring that up if not for the girl heâs dating? She nodded along knowingly.Â
âQuick question, was Bucky also there by chance?â She asked, her wry smirk returning to her face.Â
âYeah he wasâŚhow did you know that?â
âAnd was this before or after Bucky showed up with flowers for âthe labâ ?â She asked using finger quotes around the lab. The gears in your head usually reserved for science and math started to turn. âPlease, Iâm begging you. Use that big powerful brain thatâs supposedly between your ears.âÂ
You trusted Nat, she was much better at reading people than you were. Could she be right? You hoped she was right.Â
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You had changed into your flowy blue dress, you had always thought it looked a bit like Princess Buttercup's wedding dress with its long sleeves and high cinched waist. You took your hair out of its usual ponytail and let it tumble down your shoulders. This was a date. You told yourself. This was a date, Bucky was taking you out on a date.Â
It didnât seem real. How could it be? You had crushes all the time but they never actually liked you back, that just wasnât how life worked out. But Natasha could read people like no one youâd ever known before. Could she be wrong?
Bucky showed up at the lab door, lightly knocking on the door frame as he let himself in. He was wearing a black dress shirt with black dress pants. The black on black was his usual MO but god did he look so handsome in it. He had stayed his hair a bit too, you could see the gel he had combed in to keep it neat.Â
âHey are you ready for the mo-â you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. The two of you stayed frozen for a minute neither sure what to do.Â
He pulled you away looking confused. Oh fuck I just sexually harrassed an avenger oh god Iâm fired, Iâm dead, Bucky is never going to speak to me again!
âWhat are you doing?â He whispered, his hands on your shoulders keeping you at a distance.Â
âIâm so sorry! God I knew Nat was wrong, Iâm sorry Iâm sorry, I just thought that maybeâŚgod Iâm so dumb.â You started to blubber, humiliated. You wanted to melt into the floor.Â
âHey, hey slow down. Now Iâm really mixed up here, you said we should go as friends and now youâre kissing me. Can you just tell me whatâs going on?â He asked, his voice very measured, his face unreadable.Â
You took a deep breath.Â
âI like you. I like you a lot. And I always thought thatâŚthereâs no way you liked me back. I wished the flowers you brought to the lab were for me but of course they werenât and I hoped we were going to the movie as a date but of course we arenât. Nat said she thought you liked me back but I should have never listened to her. Iâm sorry.â You covered your face and turned away. You couldn't believe youâd messed this up so bad.Â
âYou keep apologizing but Iâm not exactly complaining here.â He said his voice low.Â
âHuh?â
âIâve been trying to figure out how to let you know, but every time I tried it didnât seem like you were interested in me!â He cried out. You just blinked at him, dumbfounded.Â
âWhy would you be into me, you're like the savior of the galaxy and Iâm a nerd who practically lives in her lab.â
âWhy would you be into me, you're a beautiful brilliant scientist and I'm just some grumpy dope thatâs also a pardoned war criminal?â
You couldnât take it anymore, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him again. Bye god this was the second time you kissed Bucky today! Only this time when your lips met he eagerly returned the kiss. His soft lips moving feverishly against yours. His hands went to your hips and you tried not to let out a gasp as he pulled you flush against his body. Â
âWait, wait, are we going to miss the movie?â He asked you with such genuine sincerity you wanted to scream. How was he so cute?
âWe can catch it another time.â
X
The two of you, barely able to keep yourself off each other, somehow managed to get in an elevator, go up all the way to Bucky's floor and get into his apartment. All while still remaining lip locked in a daze.Â
He was kissing you silly, you almost felt drunk. With a bit of a flourish he tossed you on to the bed (which was quite big, easily room for the two of you like he had said).Â
âUh Bucky, what are these for?â You held up the leather cuffs that were chained across the back of the bed. He frowned, suddenly panicking.Â
âI was going to move those, Iâm sorry you had to see that. I just, I get nightmares sometimes and it um, it helps to chain myself to the bed so I don't um hurt myself. Iâm on meds now and I never need to use them anymore.â He was rambling, quickly trying to sooth the situation.Â
âOh.â
âSorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I know Iâm a whole lot of baggage on top of baggage. I really am totally fine sleeping on the floor if that makes you feel safer or--â
âDonât say that about yourself. Youâre the smartest woman I know. â He insisted. He sat back down on the bed. He took you in his arms. You pecked him lightly on his lips.
âI justâŚI thought maybe these were going to be for me.â You fluttered your eyelashes as
Bucky's eyes grew wide. He cleared his throat.
âThey can be. They absolutely can be.â
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My 8yo has drawn a comic in which Aziraphale proposes to Crowley. It shows the proposal, them walking down the aisle, everyone applauding, and them holding hands with rings. The last panel shows them at home watching TV with Crowley falling asleep mid-show. They're surrounded by hearts. A little arrow points to the words "And everyone fans and all were very happy."
That's not best bit.
The best bit is that at the bottom of the page, she's scrawled "IT'S GONNA HAPPEN, NEIL! JUST ADMIT IT!!"
I think I had better not tell her that Neil Gaiman inhabits Tumblr and is technically accessible even to a small extent...!
#good omens#neil gaiman#ineffable husbands#i swear i did nothing to make my kids ship it#they did that all on their own and immediately set off to make fanfic/art without my having told them what it was#i frikking love them#is it friday yet#stories of my kids
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Denial and Devotion
Pairing:Â Soldier Boy/Ben x f. reader
Word Count:Â 880
This fic contains:Â preludes to smut, implied smut, amnesia, mentions of squirting and fingering, reader was a Soldier Boy fangirl (like me fr xD), toxic celebrity culture?
Summary:Â You are in denial that you slept with the Supe you used to crush on.
Notes: I'm just a girl that writes Soldier Boy fanfic at 2am knowing damn well I have work at 9am flksdghk this gif replays in my brain every waking moment of the day I literally hate how hot he is >:( This is my weekly contribution to @flashfictionfridayofficialâs prompt no. 241: Hour of Denial
The moment you rose from your slumber, you knew something was wrong. First off, you woke up in a room that you did not recognize. Then, you realized the cotton sheets of the unfamiliar bed clung close to your bare skin as if you had slept in it before.Â
You attempted to lift yourself out the bed, but your muscles were weak, soreness more prominent in your hips and thighs. As you winced in discomfort, your eyes widened upon the discolored love bites scattered over your body. Your eyes finally glanced to the opposite side of the bed, only to discover the person occupying it was none other than Soldier Boy.
When you were younger, Soldier Boy was your first crush. At the time, he was presumed dead, but your father would tell you stories about how he was one of the greatest superheroes to ever live. Your childhood room was covered in Soldier Boy posters and you had a doll of him that never left the box. As you got older, you conducted more research on the man you worshiped, but eventually learned that he was a monster in a superhero costume. As a result, you ripped the posters to shreds and finessed some cash off the doll in hopes to erase any trace of your Soldier Boy phase.Â
You stared in disbelief at the same man that lay peacefully asleep. Your mind raced with questions. The only logical answer to all of them was that you were dreaming. To test the theory, you pinched your forearm as hard as you could. After cursing from the pain, you tried another method by poking Soldier Boy in his meaty bicep. Without fluttering his eyes open, he grunted in annoyance and rolled over.Â
If your head wasnât already spinning, it definitely was at this very moment. You slithered out of the bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping man, and frantically searched for your clothes. In a hurried attempt, you shimmied back into your little black dress from the night before. Regardless of whether this was all a dream or not, you silently vowed that you are remaining sober for the rest of the month.Â
âWhere you going so fast, sweetheart?â You turned toward the groggy voice that belonged to Soldier Boy, who was propped up against the bed frame with his muscular torso in view. It felt as if no time had passed since the beginning stages of your devotion to Soldier Boy. Your eyes scanned over his physique with a hunger that only he could satisfy. Heat radiated your body and you stood paralyzed in your unzipped dress, leaving enough uncovered for his imagination to run wild.
As Soldier Boy hopped out of bed, you swiftly turned away as his thick cock unveiled from the thin sheets. He began walking towards you, but you ignored him by fiddling with the zipper on your back. You grew frustrated with the zipperâs defiance the closer the beefy supe inched towards you. His intense stare begged for your attention until he took matters into his own hands by lifting your chin up to his gaze. Your heart pounded against your chest as his green eyes studied your face. Except there was no studying necessary.
âIâm a little embarrassed by this,â you laughed nervously, âbut I donât remember anything from last night.â
Soldier Boy smirked. âWant me to give you a reminder?â
âOh, that wonât be necessary.â You paused. You may not have been as infatuated with the supe as much as you once were, but you didnât want to come off as rude. âI meanâŚIâm sure last night was great but I shouldnât impose-â
âGreat? Well if you define squirting on my fingers and cock until you begged me to stop as great then maybe I gotta fuck you harder.âÂ
You were about to let out a moan, but quickly masked it with a sigh. Every part of you wanted to hate him but the ache in between your legs betrayed your voice of reason.
âYou can play the ex-fangirl game all you want, but you and I know you never truly get over your first crush.â There wasnât a more pathetic feeling than regressing back into that naive girl who treated a flawed superhero like a god.Â
Suddenly, your back hit the wall and Soldier Boy towered over you, his arm the only thing keeping him from pressing you against the wall to grind into your core. His free hand hooked under the strap of your dress, slowly pulling it off your shoulder. As the dress pooled around your feet, he lightly kissed the crook of your neck, electricity coursing your blood as his beard pricked your skin.
His hot breath fanned over your ear. âThereâs no need to deny me anymore, sweetheart. Iâm here for you to worship and fulfill all your pretty little fantasies.â
Fuck it.
All your common sense flew out the window as you desperately smashed your lips against his. Gripping your wrists, he pinned you against the wall before grinding his semi hard cock against your wet pussy.Â
Soldier Boy may have been the biggest pain in your ass, literally and figuratively, but he was right about you never fully recovering from your first crush.
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Even More Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs
I've discovered some amazing new authors since my last post! And writers I've already recced have published more great stories So here's another fic rec post!
Who? You mean your teammate in the Codependency World Cup? (series) by RoseGanymede95
I couldn't chose! They're all great! Basically a series of Edwin and Charles through the years and on cases pre-show. It scratches that adjusting-to-being-dead/newly-escaped-from-Hell itch and the authors writing is magic! It also fleshes out a really interesting conflict in the payneland dynamic: Charles' drive to protect Edwin at all costs clashing with Edwin's guilt over putting Charles at risk/depriving him of some ideal afterlife. Parts one and four also introduces Constantine/Johanna and part three revolves around an absolutely gut-wrenching temporary break-up. đ˘
In Hell I'll Be in Good Company by laylabinx
Charles rescuing Edwin from Hell does not go smoothly. Just. Bucketloads of Trauma for both of them. And for you, the Reader. It's so good though!
your fangs in my neck (like an anchor like a vow) by shadowquill17
Vampire Edwin AU! It's great because it combines the (homo)eroticism of vampiric feeding with Charles' whole bisexual crisis and post-confession Edwin worrying about making Charles uncomfortable. Also Charles is some kind of demigod/immortal agent of divine vengeance which is an AMAZING detail and I desperately want to see some fanart!
The same author's ongoing story to the pain is also excellent though very angsty (cw temporary character death). I'm anxiously waiting for an update!
To Memory Now I Can't Recall by engineering_madonna
This is an amnesia fic and the most recent in an established relationship series. The first two installments feature the boys getting together and navigating their new relationship, so pulling the old 'character A forgets their whole romantic relationship with character B' trope hits especially hard! The whole series is lovely, but I am WEAK for temporary-amnesia.
Lemonade & Sunrises by paraph
A Quiet Place AU! The boys are alive, but they're the only ones. Very bleak but in a way that makes me want more!
1999 au (series) by websters_lieb
The boys figure their shit out in the 90s. Also, Edwin gets to read Maurice and queer theory. The cases in both stories are compelling and the author's writing and characterisation of the boys are excellent.
I also recommend offer me that deathless death which is about the boys' first meeting, Charles' funeral and the birth of the agency.
if I could reach the stars (i'd give them all to you) by ObsessedWithFandom
Charles falls first, Edwin falls harder. This is an AU of the author's excellent Charles' bisexual awakening fic, which I also highly recommend. It has lovely OCs and Charles having a sweet little friendship/romance with the boy he saved in canon, which actually makes his death a whole lot more tragic.
Came up from that lake of fire by ghostinthelibrary
Charles and Edwin get caught escaping Hell and promise to capture a demon-eating ghost called The Deathless in exchange for their freedom. With the added twist that they get to be alive again! An exciting case, high stakes and all the alive-again culture shocks and emotional/interpersonal drama you could ask for.
gig officially gigged by laiqualaurelote
Band AU! It shouldn't work but it does. Which might also be an in-universe review for the band tbh. Idk, I loved Edwin's massive obscure musical instruments and Charles being his unpaid roadie. Peak Found Family Feels.
No Rehearsing It, No Reversing It by DontOffendTheBees
Charles overthinks being in love with Edwin, my beloved. This time with increasingly flimsy pretexts for why they NEED to kiss. Just perfect Idiots in Love, no notes.
The Case of David Bowie's Made up Sexuality by williamvapespeare
The agency attempt to help a living lesbian couple deal with a haunting. Meanwhile, Charles struggles through his bisexual (re)awakening. With bonus past (living) Charles no-homo-ing himself to the nth degree. Pure of heart, dumb of ass, indeed.
The lamps are going out by CasiHuman
Vengeful Spirit Edwin AU! Has some interesting ghost lore and Edwin being convinced his touch is painful to Charles (love that trope!). Also features some of the author's adorable/hilarious fanart at the end.
just frame the halves (and call them brothers) by Anonymous
Crystal stumbles upon the ghost of Edwin's older brother, who hires the agency to free him and his platoon from the battleground they've been haunting. Case fic with interesting details about Edwin's family life and an awkward as hell family reunion.
the case of the very long ferry ride by obsceme
Sex pollen but with skin hunger, so it's more touching turned making out and hand jobs in a bathroom. Interesting use of ghost lore and it's cute and well written.
Form 239, Schedule L by sanctuary_for_all
Charles Rowland's Love Language is Acts of Service: The Fic. So many feels! Plus Afterlife worldbuilding and some quality Night Nurse rep.
don't go sharing your devotions (lay all your love on me) by Hephanna
The boys and Crystal accidentally summon an alternate universe version of Charles. He's very... handsy. Charles being jealous of himself is objectively hilarious and it looks like it could be heading towards throuple territory. Possibly even a foursome, if alternate Edwin figures out parallel universe travel. Which he probably will.
Still a Better Lovestory by Vamillepudding
Hanahaki disease! Charles is on the case but Edwin's being weirdly uncooperative about his own curse. I loved the worldbuilding (there's a whole sisterhood of washerwomen!) and the angst, plus the writing is excellent.
The author has also written Eternal Sunshine, in which Edwin is cursed to feel no love of any kind. It makes for an interesting character study, contrasting cursed Edwin, his public reserve and his actual personality.
#dead boy detectives#fanfiction#payneland#charles rowland#edwin payne#fanfic#fanfic rec#payneland recs#payneland fics#dbda#dbda fic recs#paineland#chedwin#charles x edwin#my fic recs#this was supposed to be for fic rec friday#oh well#fic rec friday#my recs
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