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Christmas, Dr. Gregory House
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Warnings: mention of sex, House being House
"It's a marshmallow world in the winter," I sing, stringing lights on my apartment's Christmas tree. "When the snow comes to cover the ground," I sing the next verse of Brenda Lee's song before turning toward Greg with a smile. Sitting on the couch, the salt and pepper haired man sips at a small glass of eggnog (with a shot of whiskey in it, no less) while staring at the tree with a bored look on his face. Even when he sees my smile, he still remains there with a frown.
"Greg," I state his name, his blue eyes flickering up to mine. Seeing that I have his attention, I smile. "Come help me set up the tree."
"Why? So we can just take it down two weeks later?" He asks, making me sigh, my smile now a frown to match his. I love Greg, but I absolutely hate his pessimistic views - and with it being the week of Christmas, I will not let his negative opinions ruin anything.
"Fine," I say to him, placing the string of lights down beside me. "If you don't want to do that, then do something else for me," He raises an eyebrow in question at me, waiting for me to finish. "Come dance with me."
All of a sudden, he breaks into a dry laugh before stopping all of a sudden with his usual frown. "Have you forgotten?" He asks me, holding his hands over his crippled leg. âCrippled, if you havenât noticed.â
Rolling my eyes with a smirk, I nod at him. "How could I forget?" I ask him, "There isn't a moment that goes by that you don't use it to your advantage," with that, I let out a fake thoughtful sigh. "And there isn't a moment that goes by where I don't say 'no' to you on getting on top."
At my response, he tilts his head sideways while staring at me with squinted eyes like a child would if you teased them. At his behavior change, I smile once again before walking over to him by the couch. Serves him right for being a smart ass all the time, and finally, I said something he had no clap-back to.
"I don't want to break dance or anything like that," I tell him, taking his rough and big hands into my own smaller ones. "I just want to slow dance with you."
For once, he slowly smiles up at me before standing up with a little help from me. "Okay," He says, stumbling a bit as he tries to stand up straight without his cane. "We'll dance - but if I fall, I'm taking you down with me."
Giggling at him, I nod and kiss his lips for a short second before we wrap our arms around each other and start slow dancing. The next Brenda Lee song that comes on is a slower and sweeter song that I enjoy a lot. Greg on the other hand doesn't really care for anything Christmas, so he could give two thoughts less.
"Rockin' around the Christmas Tree at a Christmas party hop," I sing in a light voice, watching as Greg continues to smile and stare at me. "Mistletoe hung where you can see, every couple tried to st-" I continue on, until abruptly being cut off by Greg's lips on mine. We continue to kiss each other for a few seconds until pulling away, a smirk resting on Greg's face.
"What was that for?" I ask him with a shocked grin. Still smirking, Greg just looks above him with me following his gaze, a small green piece of berry filled fern hanging above us. I don't remember putting that up there...
"I thought it would be useful," Greg states as we both look back at each other. "Turns out this cripple can do a few things for his woman," He notes, matter-of-factly.
Smirking back at him, I shake my head in comical disbelief. "Out of all of these Christmas decorations, you put up mistletoe?" I ask him, receiving a shrug back.
"I like this tradition better than the rest," Greg confesses, still gently swaying us. "Besides," he leans in close, his lips close to my cheek. "It benefits us both."
In response, I can't help but slap his shoulder with a giggle. "You perv," I chide, moving to rest my hands on his shoulders while his linger on my waist. "How long has that been up there?"
"I put it up this morning," He answers with a gentle tone just before we both fall into a comfortable silence. Did I expect Greg to do anything festive during these happy times? Absolutely not. But was I really all that surprised in finding mistletoe that just so happens to be festive? Kind of. Being a little bit of a narcissist, Greg only put that up because he could use the excuse that it was Christmas themed instead of the actual reason being that he just wanted to kiss me without showing spontaneous romance - a possible weakness to him.
As we dance with each other, I quickly notice the usual bags underneath his eyes are slowly fading away and the blueness of his irises have turned more lively with brightness lively in them. In the short amount of time of being away from work, Greg is starting to look a bit younger than he actually is. Although, I do think this is due to him being away from the stressful environment that is his work. And to think, he actually took these days off for me; maybe he isn't such a narcissist after all...
During my thinking, Greg has managed to move us over near the couch while we were dancing, only to trip and cause us both to fall over on the soft cushions. Of course, he did this on purpose. Scrap my earlier thought - he's definitely a narcissist.
"Oops," He says sarcastically, "I fell," Greg points out, staring up at me with a small smirk beginning to take over his lips once more.
At his goofiness, I roll my eyes at him and lightly pat his chest a few times before moving to get up. However, when I go to move over him, Greg quickly catches me in his arms and pulls me back down to his chest, holding me close to him as if he wants me to stay where I am.
"No, no, just stay here, please," He begs, his voice resuming its gentle tone from earlier. Nonetheless, it takes me by surprise. I would have never expected Greg to say that. As I mentioned before, he'll use any excuse he can find to make it seem like he's not being romantic or sweet.
"Okay," I tell him, my eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion as I nuzzle my head further into his chest to become a bit more relaxed in his embrace. "Are you comfortable?" I ask, moving my leg away from his bad one.
"The most I'll ever be," He answers me, his hand smoothing down my hair. "Have I ever told you how great it is to lie with you?" He questions me, making me roll my eyes once again.
"Are you talking about when weâre having sex or when we do this?" I ask for clarification, making him chuckle.
"I mean like this," He answers as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. "Then again, I do enjoy both situations, but I'm talking about right now," I can't help but smile as my cheeks heat up a little in response to his words, a sigh soon falling from his lips. "I've been married before and had a few girlfriends, but nothing with them could ever compare to how I feel with you. You just make me feel the best I have felt in a while," He further admits, his voice still soft and quiet with his confession.
Sighing sweetly, I shake my head against the soft material of his grey jumper before speaking. "I bet you've told all your women that," I half-joke, quickly receiving an answer back.
"No, actually, I haven't," Greg retorts, making me look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Bright blue eyes look back at me with no emotion, yet at the same time, pure honesty. "I haven't told any other women this because it wouldn't be true, and well, I wouldn't care if they heard me say it or not," Sitting us up a bit, Greg places his hand on my cheek in a sensual and meaningful way.
"(Y/n), I love you," He confesses, his voice never wavering or cracking up. In response to his words, my eyes slightly widen as I feel my whole body become tense. "And I know I may not be the most expressive guy when it comes to my emotions, but believe me when I tell you that you have made me a better man," He adds on, his thumb now beginning to softly run over my cheek.
"Or, at least, I think I have," Greg adds, giving a soft shrug. "Ultimately, itâs you and the guys at work that would see it, so you might have to ask them just to be sure," his words make me roll my eyes that are currently tearing up, but I can't resist my smile at the same time. Once again, Greg can't let it be known that he can be spontaneously romantic at times. "They'd probably tell you I'm still an ass, but I think-"
Before he can say anymore, I move forward and press my lips to his in a sweet kiss. Of course, he kisses back instantly, but not before he smiles as well. Once we pull apart, I stare down at him breathlessly before speaking. "I love you too, Greg," I tell him, the four words I have been dreaming about telling him falling freely from my lips. "I have for a long time, but I was... I was too scared to say it."
Greg then smiles back at me and tilts his head to the side as he moves his arms down to my waist and holds my body closer to his. "Well," he says, searching his mind for a sarcastic answer. A few seconds pass until he sighs and looks back at me with an even bigger smile. "Hereâs your Merry Christmas," He chimes, jokingly mocking me.
Grinning at him, I shake my head before he moves forward and reattaches our lips once more, the tune of Christmas carols playing behind us as we kiss. Maybe Greg won't be so pessimistic about Christmas anymore. I mean... we can only pray and hope so. Nonetheless, I guess it really is a Merry Christmas to me.
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Prompt - âRun as fast as you can.â
When you had first met House hadnât known what to think of the man. You hadnât caught his attention, less vocal than some of the others competing for a fellowship under him but he had caught yours. He was so self-assured, the way he walked into a room and immediately started talking, not needing to see if he had everyoneâs attention because he already knew he did. The games he played, putting you all against each other so obviously, eliminating people from any chance of a fellowship mid-sentence.Â
You hadnât known if he was a good man, it was hard to determine when you were in such a competitive environment where the man only wanted the best of the best but you had known he was a good doctor, sure he might not have given a damn about the patient but he was always determined to get a diagnosis.Â
You had caught his attention two weeks into the fight for a fellowship. It had been an impossible case, not even he could figure it out, no matter how long he spent bouncing ideas back and forth just like the ball he threw against the wall. It was driving him crazy and even worse was that none of his potential fellows could figure it out either, how was he meant to create another perfect team when this lot couldnât come up with anything?Â
That was the day he noticed you. Of course heâd seen you before but you hadnât done anything to catch his attention. Heâd seen the way youâd open your mouth to say something only to close it, heâd seen you stick to the back of the group. He hadnât said anything though, sure you were pretty and any other time he wouldâve been all over you but it wasnât worth his time if you werenât going to be around long enough to make it fun.Â
He stood at the front of the room, the remaining 26 hopefuls sat in seats around the room, all silently contemplating the case. Houseâs gaze shifted around the room, seeing nothing but stumped and defeated looks until he got to you. Â
You were the only one in the room, himself included, who didnât look disappointed, in fact you were sitting up straight in your seat whereas everyone else had slumped in theirs. Your eyebrows were knitted together, not in a frown but in a way that told House your thoughts were running wild.Â
âYou, number 7, come with me.â House said suddenly, watching as you startled in your seat and looked at him wide eyed as every gaze in the room turned to you. âNow.â
House didnât wait after that, turning on his heels and leaving the room, hearing your footsteps hurrying behind him. He didnât say anything in the elevator, staying silent until you both stood looking into the patient's room.
âWhatâs your diagnosis then, number 7?â He finally asked and your head shot from the patient to stare at House but he kept his eyes forward, waiting for you to speak.
âI donât-â
âOh donât do that.â House interrupted, turning to glare at you. âEvery single person in that room looked devastated. They couldnât figure this out but you, no you have a diagnosis. You wanna work for me? Speak up, even if itâs idiotic it gives us something new to work with. So, go, whatâs your theory?â
You took a shaky breath, letting his words roll around your head for a moment before nodding and turning back to look at the patient.
âCreutzfeldt-Jakob disease.â You said, watching House out of the corner of your eye to see his eyebrows knit together. âHer husband said nearly a year ago she became clumsy, people with CJD lose balance and coordination, they see double or they have blind spots. He said it became worse a few months ago and this causes loss of brain function and mobility, her brain is forgetting how to do the things sheâs been doing her whole life. Add that with going from a highly respected professor to not knowing basic answers to the questions weâve asked, it makes sense.â You defended your theory, shifting to look back at House as he stayed silent, showing no signs of how he felt about your answer. âI know itâs a rare disease but-â
âYouâre right.â House said as he cut you off again and you could do nothing but stare at him in disbelief. âIt makes sense. Have a biopsy done to confirm.â
And that was that. House walked away leaving you staring at him before you were able to snap yourself back to reality and do as he requested.
House had been surprised by you. He had honestly expected that you wouldnât have made it much further into this little game he had made of gaining a fellowship but now, now he suspected youâd already won and he was more than happy to focus his attention on you now.
After that day House watched as you grew, confident in yourself now and offering theories and diagnosisâ. You blushed and stammered under his newly given attention but refused to give into the manâs request of dinner or skipping the meal and heading straight to the bedroom.
It wasnât that you werenât interested in him, you were but you refused to let anything happen, needing to know that if you were awarded a fellowship it would be because you deserved it not because you were sleeping with the man giving them out.Â
Once you were in though you held out for only a few weeks before you found yourself sat opposite the doctor in a surprisingly nice restaurant, House seemingly making an effort with his appearance and it was easy to let yourself get swept up with him and even easier to let your guard down.
It didnât matter that he was your boss, it didnât matter that he was years older than you, all you cared about was how he made you feel.Â
And so just like that you found yourself getting wrapped up in House, whether it be going out together for food after work or falling into bed with him, suddenly your whole life was consumed by House.
âSo you and House, huh?â Cameron asked as you sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria, taking a seat opposite you with her own lunch.
âWhat about it?â You asked, frowning slightly at her.Â
You hadnât spent much time with Houseâs old fellows, only Foreman who had been brought back whilst you were fighting for a spot. From what you heard Cameron and House used to have a thing but you hadnât pried, not sure how serious it ever got or if it had just been a fling.Â
âYou like him?â She asked, ignoring your question and you tried to figure out what her plan was. âIâm not here to cause trouble, me and House, there was never anything there.â
âThere was something.â You told her and watched as she sighed.
âI had a crush on him. I realised it was a bad idea.â She told you after a moment to think about it.
âWhy?âÂ
âYou want my advice?â She asked you, sitting up in her seat and continuing without giving you a chance to answer. âWhen it comes to House, just run. Run as fast as you can because that man is incapable of putting somebody elseâs feelings before himself. This wonât end the way you want it to and youâll be left alone, heartbroken and angry. Youâll have to see him at work and youâll hate it.â
âThanks for the advice but just because it ended badly for you doesnât mean it will for me.â You said, standing from your seat and leaving the cafeteria.
Cuddy was the next person to warn you away from him. She had managed to catch you just as you were heading towards your car and told you to be careful, told you that you were a good doctor and sheâd hate to see House ruin that.
You werenât so sure what to say so just smiled politely and excused yourself, brushing off her warning just as you had Cameronâs.Â
You refused to think much more about the two of them as you pulled up to Houseâs and the man let you in, immediately attaching his lips to yours and pushing all thoughts and warnings out of your head.
It stayed good for a while, or maybe it had never been good and you were just so blinded by your feelings for him that you couldnât see how bad it was.Â
When things eventually took a turn you tried so hard to blame it on something else, convinced yourself that it was just the pain in his leg that made his mood shift more often than you were used to.Â
âWe had plans.â You said into the phone, already sitting in the restaurant House had said he would meet you at after his meeting with Cuddy.Â
âThis is important.â House told you, his tone even and not showing much concern for the fact that he was standing you up. âItâs just dinner.â
âYeah, yeah itâs just dinner.â You nodded even as your heart sank.
The next time he called you it was like it was a different man, so apologetic and full of promises to take you out again, to make it up to you. You had smiled and written his earlier behaviour off as Cuddy frustrating him but it started happening more and more to the point you dreaded answering his calls, not sure which version of House was going to be waiting on the other side.
You were more than used to getting stood up at this point, House differed between having excuses for not showing up or just brushing you off when you finally did manage to catch him.Â
You could feel yourself becoming drained, dealing with Houseâs mood swings was starting to take its toll on you. The nights you spent with him where just as confusing as everything else, some days, usually the days he had seen you withdrawing, he showered you in affection, kissed every inch of your body and made you feel so loved, other days he shut you out, glared and snapped at you until you left and somehow always managed to make you feel like it was your fault.Â
Even during work, House made you feel useless, no matter how right your diagnosis was, no matter how much the others stuck up for you it was like you couldnât do anything. You couldnât remember how many times youâd walked away and cried silently in the toilets or gone home only to cry yourself to sleep.
You hated that you felt so bad about yourself, you hated that you were doing everything you could to please this man and he always made you feel like you were the problem. You hated that you hadnât taken Cameron and Cuddyâs warnings when they were given, hated that you were so wrapped up in how good House made you feel that you had let him treat you like you were nothing just to soak up the small bits of whatever this sick, twisted thing he had convinced you was love was.
House liked his puzzles, he liked his games and he liked answers. He liked knowing how far he could push you and still have you running back to him, still having you thinking he could do no wrong.
You couldnât do it anymore. You couldnât keep running away from the hospital in tears, you couldnât keep playing his games with their ever changing rules that you couldnât understand.
âYou canât leave, we can work this out.â House told you, a soft hurt look on his face.
Youâd usually fall for it, usually shake your head like you were being foolish and fall into his arms, savour the day or two of the House you had fallen for before starting the cycle all over again when he eventually turned cruel.
Now that you had made the decision to leave you couldnât believe how you had missed how bad everything about your relationship with him had been. How had you been so blind?
âThat wonât work anymore. Whatever game youâve been playing with me is done, go find some other girl whoâs too naive, who wants to believe thereâs good in people to mess with because Iâm done.â You told him, feeling a spike of pride for finally standing up to him.
âWhat game? I have no idea what youâre talking about.â House sighed, leaning against the desk. âLook, Iâm sorry, I know things have been rough but Iâll be better. I promise.â
Youâd believed that the first time. And the second. And third and fourth time.Â
You wouldnât fall for it again.
âBye House.â You said softly.
âDonât do this.â He pleaded with you but you ignored him and turned to walk out of his office.
On the way down to Cuddyâs office you bumped into Cameron and because word spread like wildfire in the hospital she gave you a sad smile.
âI hate to say it but I told you so.â Cameron said and you couldnât help but laugh, a small laugh that bubbled into a slightly maniacal one.
âI promise to listen to you next time.â You swore and Cameron laughed back, squeezing your shoulder gently.
âIf you ever need anythingâŠâ Cameron told you and you nodded gratefully, smiling back at her before her pager alerted her she was needed and you said goodbye, heading into Cuddyâs office.
Cuddy was sympathetic, sheâd been waiting months for this meeting, knowing that at some point House was going to ruin it and send one of their best fellows running out the door.Â
âIf you decide to come back Iâll find you a spot somewhere, somewhere far away from House.â Cuddy told you and you smiled at her, thankful for your time at the hospital and hoping one day you would take her up on her offer. âItâs a shame to lose you.â
âThank you for everything.â You told her softly before standing and shaking the hand she reached out towards you.
âYouâre really just gonna leave? Like this meant nothing to you?â House asked as you left the clinic, walking alongside you towards the exit.
âI loved you, House, and all I wanted was for you to love me back but all you ever did was mess with me. You never loved me, hell you never even cared about me!â You told him, yanking your arm from him when he tried to stop you.
âOh please, I missed a few dates and suddenly Iâm the bad guy.â House rolled his eyes and there he went again, trying to make you the problem.
âHouse, Iâm done. Iâm done trying to get you to love me, Iâm done playing your games, to shifting my whole life to revolve around you. Iâm done feeling like Iâm not good enough. Tell everyone itâs me who doesn't understand you, who betrayed you, say whatever you want but Iâm done with you.â You told him, refusing to let your eyes tear up, knowing House would see it and jump on it.
You took a deep breath, behind him Cuddy was making her way out of the clinic, watching you and House carefully but you just shook your head because you didnât need her to intervene.Â
You werenât lying when you told House you were done so you ignored whatever retort he had and turned away from him, walking out of the door and finally let the tears fall, sitting in your car until you were able to breathe properly before making your way home with tears running down your cheeks.
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SET-UP â GREG HOUSE
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pairing: greg house x f!reader
description: wilson knew house had the hots for you, because every time you visited to have lunch with your best friend he seemed to make an appearance. so, after growing increasingly fed up of just watching his two best friends pine, he decides to do something about it.
warnings: swearing, maybe a tiny bit ooc for house at some points but i got a bit of writers block at one point and couldnât get the flow so i hope itâs ok! other than that, not much else!
authorâs note: i kinda wanna write some wilson imagines after this too hehe so if you have wilson requests please let me know ! i hope you enjoy <3
âY/Nâs coming for lunch today,â Wilson hummed, pulling his lips into a thin line to prevent the smirk threatening to grace them, âAround 1:15, I believe.â
Houseâs head snapped up from the pile of papers in his hands, but he tried to make it look like he was just astounded by something heâd read and not pleased he may get a chance to see you today.
âAnd youâre telling me about your lunch date, why?â
Wilson scoffed, âBecause for someone who likes to joke that I was having an affair with her, you also seem very fond of flirting with her every chance you get.â
House rolled his eyes, waving his hand in the air dismissively, âJealous, much? If anything itâs your mistress thatâs taken a liking to me, Iâd say.â
He wasnât wrong â your lunchtime visits got more and more frequent once House had started imposing himself on your lunches.
Wilson was your best friend, and since youâd only just moved back to the area after a hell of a break-up and you worked nearby, youâd made a habit of coming to grab lunch with him.
You were both so perpetually busy of late that you rarely saw each other in your free time, so your lunch meet-ups were the perfect way to stay caught up⊠And to ogle at his other best friend as he brooded away in the corner.
âSure, thatâs why youâre always conveniently free at lunch when sheâs visiting,â Wilson replied, shaking his head at him.
House pressed his hand to his chest and feigned a gasp, âWow, so serendipitous. Maybe we are meant to be! Iâd better go and buy a ring!â
It was Wilsonâs turn to roll his eyes now, knowing that House wasnât going to budge.
And that was when his plan was concocted.
Two hours later, at just around 1:20, House ambled past the cafeteria pretending not to be scanning the room for his best friend and you.
When he turned to leave, not spotting either of you and assuming plans had change, he collided with you and your hands flew to his chest as you steadied yourself in panic.
âOh Greg! Iâm so sorry,â you flushed crimson as he chuckled, leaning on his cane but placing one hand on your waist to help steady you too, âI was about to leave because James wasnât here still and I assumed he was still busy with a patient.â
You were well aware of how his hand lingered on your waist still, and yours was still flush against his chest as you watched each other carefully.
âStrange. He seemed very excited about lunch today and heâs never laâ ah, I see whatâs going on here.â House deadpanned, finally moving his hand from its spot against you.
You mirrored him, moving your own hand back to your side as it clicked in your mind too just what was going on here.
âThat little shit,â you laughed, âI shouldâve known.â
You took a small step back, acutely aware of how close you were and how intensely he seemed to be watching your movements.
âYou donât, uh, have to have lunch with me,â you gazed at the floor for a moment, âIâll grab something on my way home. Iâll just text him and let him know Iâm heading off.â
âNo,â House stayed still, barely a hint of a smile on his face until he seemed to consciously realise that and force one, âIâm starving. Might as well. Youâre a much less insufferable eating companion than Wilson usually is anyway.â
You shook your head with a laugh, âMuch less insufferable. Wow, House, anyone might think youâre actually in love with me. Youâre just too kind.â
His lips broke into a small smile now too, pleased that your reaction had been in jest too.
He liked that you never took his jokes the wrong way, and maybe he should admit that Wilson was right to think he had feelings for you.
But admitting them made things much more complicated, and so he was more than happy to just continue flirting with you.
On the other hand, you were more than aware of Houseâs past thanks to Wilson, and though youâd suspected he may reciprocate your feelings for months now, you also were unsure of whether to bring it up.
You joined the cafeteria queue in a comfortable silence, sinking into your seats opposite each other minutes later and spending a moment just watching each other carefully.
As a small smile graced his lips, you couldnât help but begin to feel brave.
âI like it when you have lunch with us,â you grinned, taking a bite of your food to punctuate the point you were making, âJames thinks I enjoy it too much. Itâs no surprise heâs done this, really. Sneaky asshole.â
House stared inquisitively at you, thinking over what he wanted to say in response, âI like having lunch with you too. Much more without Wilson here, surprisingly.â
You smiled softly across at him now, an unspoken undercurrent to his words that sat firmly in your chest and made you feel warm.
âIâm glad. I think itâd be nice ifâ if,â okay, the bravery was waning now as he continued to watch you carefully, a twinkle in his eye, âIf we got food together, like, out of here sometime.â
His eyebrows raised for a split second as though heâd not expected that from you, but he leaned forward to rest his chin on his open palm as his elbow found the tabletop, âYou do, hm?â
You nodded once, only quickly, as if afraid to confirm what youâd said any more for fear of embarrassment if he declined.
âAre you asking me on a date, Y/N?â he teased, and now you just blushed crimson again and looked down at the table with a small whine, âGreg!â
He shook his head, laughing at his own teasing and taking a bite out of his sandwich as if to deliberately keep you on edge waiting.
âI think a date with you sounds good,â he shrugged, as though entirely nonchalant about it, âIf nothing else itâll get Wilson off our backs, hey?â
You heaved out a sigh, no longer feeling the warm fuzziness you had been and instead just growing irritated.
You usually liked his dry sense of humour, and his tendency to play down every emotion or make light of every situation â but now you just felt mortified.
He seemed to realise this, shaking his head again and leaning forward even more, âSorryâ no, Iâd actually like to go for dinner with you, Y/N. Because I want to, and have for a while. Not because our moron of a mutual friend has been trying to set us up for an infuriatingly long time.â
You felt your stomach flip at these words, hope reigniting a fire in the pit of your stomach as he continued eating his food.
âYouâre not fucking with me?â
âNot before our first date!â he joked, feigning shock before chuckling at himself and then relaxing his face, âNo, Iâm not fucking with you. Iâd like to take you on a date. This week, maybe.â
You took out your phone, opening up your contacts and pressing âAdd a contactâ with a blissful grin on your face, âPut your number in, then. And Iâll call you.â
âThis isnât one of those ââIâll call youââ and then you never come back for lunch and donât call meâ moments is it?â you knew he was joking, but there was a small part of him that was genuinely unsure you were serious about this as he took your phone and entered his number.
âWhy, happen often? Do women not swarm to you?â you giggled, taking back your phone and letting your hand linger on his for just a moment too long.
He cocked his head, âDonât you know tortured souls with legs that barely work are like, so last season?â
You chuckled at that, âWell, Iâm a last season kind of girl. And Iâve got to get back to work, but I will call you.â
âIâll be waiting by the phone,â he joked, before softening his expression and rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand where it rested on the table in front of him, âIâll see you soon, Y/N. Have a good day.â
You sent him a wide smile in return, standing up and discarding your rubbish in the bin on your way out as you waved a final goodbye.
As you reached the edge of the cafeteria, you finally saw Wilsonâs tall frame approaching and shot him a knowing grin, shaking your head slowly at him as a smirk graced his lips.
âOh, Y/N! I thought Iâd missed you. Have you seen House?â
âNope, no sign of him,â you sing-songed jokingly, almost failing at your charade until you watched his face drop under the belief that his plan had failed, âIâm joking, moron. Weâre going on a date. Thanks, Cupid.â
The smirk returned to his face then, his eyes lighting up at the victory, âHa! I knew it.â
You pulled him into a hug abruptly â because though his scheming was annoying, you were immeasurably grateful for his push because youâd never have had the courage to ask Greg fucking House on a date without it.
âThanks, man,â you hummed, pulling away and ruffling his hair, âI just asked Greg House on a date because of you⊠What the actual fuck.â
âYou asked himâ no, actually Iâm not surprised,â he shrugged, âIâm glad though. It was getting annoying watching you both silently pine, so I had to do something. Iâm happy youâre finally doing something about it now.â
âYouâre a pain in the ass, but I love you,â you gently shoved his shoulder, resting your hand on it for a moment before noticing your watch on your wrist and realising you needed to rush off, âShit, Iâd better go. Iâll text you later. Have a good day!â
âYou too, Y/N,â he waved you off with a smile, blissfully relieved that his plan had worked and his too best friends were finally beginning to admit their feelings for each other, âNow to go and grill House!â
âââ
thanks so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed â sorry itâs been a while since iâve posted as well. if youâd like to send in any requests, please feel free! and in the meantime, here is my masterlist!
#house#house md#house md imagines#house md imagine#greg house#gregory house#greg house x reader#greg house x y/n#greg house x you#house imagine#house imagines#james wilson
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alex hirsch was really just so pissed that no one saw his epic old man yaoi that he went and wrote a whole new book and made a whole website specifically to show meticulous evidence that this weird old man fucked a triangle.
he really said what were ford and bill really doing in that pocket dimension they shared, hm? did you ever think of that? oh - you think it was just chess? hm. interesting. i dont.
the ultimate rare pair shipper. i have never seen a creator do this before. absolutely fascinating at every angle.
#and he was so fucking real for that#if i created the best old man yaoi ever and people shipped fucking BILLDIP instead??????#i would devote years of my life to remedying that as fast as possible#yall dont even understand i would be irate#imagine someone shipping ur 12yo self insert with ur uncle's weird ex from another dimension#toxic yaoi fr fr#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#ford pines#dipper pines#alex hirsch#after the owl house cancellation too ik disneys begging him for a s3#and hes holding it over their heads while curating a gravity falls mania that hasnt been seen since the tumblr dark days#my posts#text post
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit âlost copiesâ#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate âvalueâ#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.
you want to go shopping? here's his card.
you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!
you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.
he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.
he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.
he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.
he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.
he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."
NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!
#[moon's mind]#x reader#reader insert#husband imagines#house wife reader#jjk x reader#mha x reader#afab reader#haikyuu x reader#aot x reader#bakugo x reader#husband bakugo#mha bakugo#kirishima x reader#izuku x reader#aizawa x reader#armin x reader#nanamin x reader#husband nanami#jjk nanami#mha fatgum#husband fatgum#fat gum x reader#husband kirishima#jjk yuuta#iwazumi x reader#mha imagines#aot imagines#domestic bliss#trad wife type shit lmao
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wilson :)
#imagine the vertigo and touch of evil posters there too#pls#house md#james wilson#gregory house#hilson#.png
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SILKEN WEB
â chrollo lucilfer x f!reader x hisoka morow
syn: Hisokaâs âgenerosityâ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after heâs seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuckâhe has his ways, he always does.
18+ MDNI; explicit smut, porn without plot, cuckolding, voyeurism, threesome, creampie unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f & m), anal (f), masturbation (m), edging, overstimulation, hisoka uses bungee gum, chrollo might be pining over reader, not beta read.
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notes: divider: cafekitsune. the fruit of my late night thoughts nod nod. as per poll results, hereâs hisoka as the cuck :3
Fantasizingâa childrenâs pastime, a mere way to escape from oneâs gruelling reality but Chrollo Lucilfer would be lying to himself if he deemed he wasnât immune to it. Oh, he certainly wasnât without a doubt; the root of all his wildest dreams, and twisted carnal desires was none other than the woman beneath him, all in her serene nakednessâyou.
So breathtakingly exquisiteâthe epitome of beauty. From the lust-clouded gaze that complimented the colour of your eyes all the way to the dulcet tone of your breaths, this was sinful heaven for Chrollo. Sinful not because of the sharp pleasure kissing down his spine but simply because you werenât his, and he wasnât yours. Not lovers, not friends, mere acquaintances, and your heart was reserved for none other than a member of the Troupe he led.
But that never stopped Chrollo from fantasizing about you, about this. Ever the observant fighter, it didnât take long for Hisoka to catch the formerâs lingering stares on youâalbeit, as blank as a sheet of paperâwhenever he paraded you around. One of the biggest telling signs was that Chrollo had never uttered a word regarding your presence whenever you sat there during their meetings despite the other membersâ dismay.
Of course, once something piqued Hisokaâs curiosity, he wouldnât let go until a solid answer was handed to him on a silver platter. It was a short exchange between the two males, a few sharp retorts from Hisokaâs end but nonetheless, it led to this lewd scene. Per the magicianâs words, he gave Chrollo permission to do whatever he pleased to youâto fuck, to make love, to get lost in eye-rolling pleasure within your very walls but only if he got to watch everything unfold.
From the intimate act of undressing, and peeling of clothes all the way to a passionate climax that was sure to vex his very bones, Hisoka was to watch it all.
Faint squeaks of the bed frame paired with yours, and Chrolloâs heated gasps filled every corner of the room; his thrusts were deep, and rapid, body intimately flushed against your own which absolutely left no room for coherent words to come outâwith the way his cockhead repeatedly prodded your sweet spot, strings of broken whimpers, and low moans were the best you could muster.
Sex wasnât something you were foreign with but the ungodly rhythm of Chrolloâs hips was enough to make you feel like a virgin again begging for more, more, more, nothing but pleasure engrained inside your mind, clawing, and running after that blissful sensation.
Chrollo was different from Hisoka, he handled you with the utmost gentleness but that didnât take away the fact that he pounded you oh-so-passionately into the ivory mattress beneath. On the other hand, Hisoka was rough, and animalisticâpurely driven by his wild carnal desires.Â
Chrolloâs sweat-lined forehead rested against yours, face mere centimetres from your own as your breaths intertwined in a vulgar dance. The hearts of his palms captured your trembling hands in a firm hold, pinning them on either side of your head, and used as leverage to drive his cock deeper into your sopping cuntâas deep as his desires went for you.
He closed his eyes at the feel of your walls clenching around him, jaw tightening as electric pleasure shot up his spine, âF-fuck . .â God, you felt divine, Chrollo truly wanted to keep you to himself. He could treat you so much better than Hisokaâhave you reach new heights of pleasure youâve never experienced before.
Alas, that was out of the picture, Chrollo would have to settle for the mere intimacy of fucking you beneath these ivory covers, the same ones you, and Hisoka retire under after a long, tiring day. The duvet draped loosely across Chrolloâs back, mirroring a broken angelâs wings, and with the eager thrusts of his hips, it slowly slipped downwards. It was hot, and stuffy beneath the weight of the blanket but heâd do anything to keep the lewd intimacy from a pair of prying eyes.
Thatâs right, Hisoka sat on a chair not too far off the foot of the bed, an unamused expression plastered on his face but the growing tent between his spreaded legs hinted far from unamused.
Sure, the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls had his cock hardening but Hisoka was deprived. He clicked his tongue, the sharp sound was enough to reel Chrollo out of his pleasured state followed by a stutter in his thrusts. âIâm glad youâre having fun, Chrollo but I said to give me a show, didnât I?â What was Hisoka supposed to do with your bodies tucked beneath the covers?Â
His view was nothing but the top half of Chrolloâs naked back, and the covers moving along with the latterâs thrusts, other than that, it left everything to Hisokaâs imagination. Of course, he wasnât going to let it be, not after he generously let Chrollo fuck you like this.
With a swift flick of his index finger, the rubbery bright pink aura extended from the tip of his digit all the way to the ivory covers atop Chrolloâs naked back, attaching itself onto the fabric. A smirk crept its way up to Hisokaâs face as he pulled the covers down, exposing the way your naked bodies intimately tangled with one another.
A rather surprised gasp left your lips as the cool air hugged your fervent body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Naturally, this had also caught Chrollo off guard but didnât let on, instead, the raven haired male responded by drilling his hips at a much faster pace, pulling a string of broken moans from your throat which only fuelled the excitement embedded in Hisokaâs chest.
Light amber eyes fixated where you and Chrollo met, Hisoka intently watched as the formerâs cock disappeared, and reappeared between your coated slitânot to mention the light sheen of your essence around Chrolloâs cock, causing it to glimmer beneath the afternoon rays that seeped through the windows. Now, this was what Hisoka wanted to seeâyou, and Chrollo all in your filthy glory.
The feeling of blood rapidly rushing down to his cock, and the familiar tingle between his legs made Hisokaâs citrine gaze roll back, not to mention the growing delight on his faceâit was anything but an innocent look. Lewd, wet sounds that were once muffled beneath the ivory duvet now reached Hisokaâs ears like an unholy melody; the constant skin slapping, the mixture of high, and low moansâthe impurity of it all, your lover revelled in it.
Sounds of the redheadâs shameless pornographic moans intertwined with your own, and Chrolloâs as he teased himself through the fabric of his pants. Excitement shocked every part of his body like electricity, rendering him sensitive to anything, and everythingâit was the same sensation as the extreme bloodlust he felt whenever he thirsted for battle.
Chrollo quietly clicked his tongue, not bothering to glance back at Hisoka in annoyance. He needed to focus on you. And he did. Without compromising the pace of his hips, Chrollo hooked his fingers beneath the back of your right knee, and deftly slung your whole leg atop his shoulder. The deeper angle of his cock had your back arching, your hands scrambled for his taut biceps to claw, and dig into as he pushed you further, and further into the borders of insanity.
âC-Chrollo! Fuckâright there! Just like thatâhaah!â
He let out a low groan as your nails marked him up, leaving streaks of bright red on his skin. By the looks of it, he wasnât going to last much longer with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Nonetheless, Chrolloâs pace didnât let up despite the resistance of your walls, albeit, it had his legs quivering, and breath hitchingâgod, Hisoka was so fucking lucky to have this, to have you.
Chrollo closed his eyes, and parted his lips to make way for soft pants, he focused his entire body in chasing yours, and his pleasure, basking in the ultimate bliss his body was currently experiencing.
Yes. Yes. Yeâ
âShe likesâhaah! She likes taking it from behindângh!â The raven haired male shot his eyes open at the sound of Hisokaâs wanton voice, the concentration he once held faltering just a bit from the sudden noise.
Despite Chrolloâs better judgement, he hauled you into the position like a mere ragdoll, deftly handling your limp body with equal amounts of roughness, and gentleness. Though, your arms violently shook, and gave out as soon as Chrollo re-entered your cunt. With your torso flush against the ivory sheets, your lower half remained in positionâeasier for him to drive his cock deeper; you swore you could feel him in your throat.
The redhead let out a low chuckle, eager hands messily pulling his pants down to free his hard cock; Hisoka sighed at the lack of restraint, and threw his head back, exposing the length of his neck.Â
With the new position, Chrollo returned to the pace he had set earlier, heavy balls slapping against your clit from each hard thrust. Skin against skin burned like a searing blaze but god did it feel amazing, not to mention how it stimulated your sensitive bud in all the right ways.
Chrollo curled over himself to place wet open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine, moaning low saccharine praises in between. He pushed, and pushed into your sopping cunt until the coil deep in your stomach violently snapped. With a loud moan of his name muffled against the damp sheets, your back arched as you came around Chrolloâmuscles taut, and knuckles a shade of ivory while pleasure gnawed at your skin.
Hisoka unabashedly fisted at his cock, one hand focused on pleasuring himself while the other sunk into the plush of the armchair. He matched the pace of his hand to Chrolloâs hips, imagining that it was your cunt instead of his palm, albeit, your velvety walls absolutely compared to nothing. Oh well, heâll get a taste of you one way or another.
It didnât take long for Chrollo to follow suit, driving his hips a couple more times before completely pulling out, and blowing his entire load on your bare back. He let out a shameless moan of your nameâthe loudest one heâs let out. Thick, milky ribbons of Chrolloâs cum unceremoniously painted your skin white, and all he could do was stare at it in a haze while his chest heaved up, and down.
On the other hand, Hisoka gave himself a few more rough pumps before squeezing the base of his leaking cock, lustily letting out a hiss as the pleasure heâd worked so hard for slowly dissipated. He cursed in between rough pantsâthe hunger for a sweet release just grew tenfold after depriving himself of an orgasm.
Hisoka had something better in mind than cumming on his hand.
âI guess itâs my turn.â Strong, muscular legs slightly quivered with every step taken towards the bed, cock standing proudly against his abdomen. Chrollo only narrowed his eyes at Hisoka, clearly displeased by his sudden initiative.
The former returned a smile, âOh, donât get greedy now, Chrollo. Iâll give you two choicesââ He held out two long digits. âEither you sit, and watch or join in on the fun.â
Never in a million years would Chrollo even think to engage in a threesome with you, and Hisoka. He didnât know what bothered him more, the fact that you were the latterâs lover or the fact that he was on the same bed as Hisoka. Nonetheless, here he was balls deep inside your ass, completely unhindered by inhibitions. Hisoka cursed at the feel of your wet cunt, biting his lips at the lewd sound it made as your hot cum coated his cock.
The redhead laid flat on his back, cunt wrapped around him while you straddled his lap which left Chrollo to take care of your backside. Your body remained slumped against Hisokaâsâlimp, and quivering as if one wrong move would have you exploding to bits. Could you really blame yourself? Both men stretched you out like it was their sole purpose, it did nothing but put your body under immense pleasure.
You were sandwiched between Hisoka, and Chrollo as though mimicking a mere fly caught in a spiderâs silken web, unable to escape. And that usually meant one thing: to wait for oneâs impending doom before the ruthless arachnid strikes.
An experimental thrust of their hips had you wailing in pleasure. Having not given enough time to come down from your high, you were still too sensitiveâany form of sexual stimulation immediately had your body uncontrollably shaking, and hot tears lining your eyes. Hisoka cupped your jaw with both hands, lifting your face in front of his own before closing the distance; heated, and rough just how he liked it; the redhead didnât hesitate shoving his tongue past your lips, intimately exploring the inside of your mouth with the wet muscle.
If anything, the messy kiss was enough to distract you from the sudden rough pistoning of their hipsâHisoka gleefully swallowed your wanton moans, and relished at the burning sensation of your nails scratching down his bare chest. The bed creaked under the weight of their merciless thrusts with the headboard atop Hisokaâs head repeatedly banging the wall behind it; these sounds mixed with the lewd melody the three of you produced filled all four corners of the room.
It was funny, anyone would think that a Hisoka, and Chrollo tandem would be a match made in hell; highly volatile once paired together which would result in utter chaos but thisâthe two moved in perfect unison as though they shared one mind, one ideal. Even only if it was for this moment that they saw one another eye to eye, a wordless union to bring you to another orgasm.
A thin, translucent string of saliva connected your lips to Hisokaâs as he pulled away for a breather, hot breaths mingling with one another as you panted in eachother's face. A sense of pride bloomed across his crimson-marked chest as he watched your lust-filled eyes roll to the back of your headâHisoka always had a thing for your expressions during sex, it served as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking you.
You looked beautiful bouncing on their cocks, head falling forward while taking their entire length like a champ; the only thing you could really do was grip onto Hisokaâs shoulders, and moan for your dear life. Chrollo couldnât help but fixate on the way your ass jolted with every thrust, even just the sight of his cock disappearing, and reappearing between the globes of your ass had his head spinning.
It didnât take long for you to reach yet another orgasm, and this time, it was more intense than the previous one; hot tears ran down your damp cheeks as your body convulsed from pleasure, a drawn out moan of their names combined scratched at your throat. As though he was punched in the gut, Chrollo curled over himself as you clenched around his cock, and attached his lips on your right shoulder, biting down hard at the bare skin.
Hisoka muttered sweet nothings while stroking your hair, amusement filling his tone; you laid there drowning in pleasure while both men remained chasing their own bliss, hips stuttering. It was filthy, and soaking wet where Chrollo, and Hisoka entered you, arousal mixed with your cum messily dripping down the latterâs balls, and onto the sheets beneath.
Chrolloâs digits dug into your skin, he sheathed his cock all the way inside your ass before emptying all his cum inside; he rode out his orgasm by grinding his hips, earning a dainty gasp of his name. Chrollo violently shuddered before releasing your skin from his teeth, he lapped, and kissed at the marks, helping ease the painful sensation he left.
This left Hisoka to firmly plant his feet on the mattress, and thrust upwards which sent your body bouncing once more; short gasps turned into full blown wanton moans as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your sweet spot, bringing your body into overstimulation. Hisoka groaned loudly as the familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach returned, you could tell he was close from the way his fingers gripped your waist with such desperation.
Strings of colourful curses left your loverâs throat as he came inside you, ribbons of his thick essence filling your walls all the way to the brim âtil it leaked out, and dripped down his balls.
Heavy pants filled the room, the smell of sinful sex hung heavy in the air. The three of you remained still for a moment to catch your breaths but the short time also allowed your minds to clear of lust, and for the whole situation to actually settle inâof what the three of you just did.
Though, it was safe to say that Chrollo wasnât going to let you escape from his hold any time soonâas though he had you entangled in bands of swathing silkâespecially after finally getting a taste of you.
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Just a regular day
#twin runes#twin runes mini#kris dreemurr#asriel#tw scopophobia#imagine living in the same house with what's basically a cryptid#that you adopted after you found them in a dumpster#this ties into the random TR!Kris facts post#so we got tight spaces... check#hypermobilty... check#glowing eyes/night vision... check#and light sensitivity... check
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help herâ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of youâ kissing youâ risking her life for you and you#thinkâ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berriesâ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you thinkâ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also thinkâ i should've bit down on those berriesâ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you thinkâ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to youâ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you thinkâ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get torturedâ your mind altered. the girl is a muttâ a murderer. she's#everything you despiseâ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the lineâ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some daysâ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your lifeâ you love me.#real or not real? and she saysâ realâ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost
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àł amira speaks.á : this was written for my most lovely wifey @lady-ashfade,, whoâs been thirsting a little bit too much for the serving Strong boy, Jacaerys. Itâs something shorter than usual as I wrote it with the little free time I have,, but I hope you all enjoy it anyways. ⥠ËËË ê° summary : there is nothing that the eldest son of Rhaenyra enjoys more, than filling you with pure dragonseed to prove you are only his. ËËË ê° word count : 500.
ËËË ê° pairing : drabble, smut. ËËË ê° genre : Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader
WARNING.á THIS FIC CONTAINS ; breeding kink. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, Jace being slightly possesive over you. a really short drabble written by an exhausted author so excuse any mistakes.â lmk if I forgot anything else!
âUmbagon iÄdrosa,â
A kiss was delivered to your lips, silencing you from letting another loud groan escape; his own lips pressed firmly against yours. Jaceâs fingertips digged deep in your skin, almost clawing it, as his hands were placed in your hips, forcing you to remain still.
Helplessly, a whimper was released against his lips, simultaneously feeling Jace groaning faintly. A warm feeling occupied your stomach leisurely, as his cock pulsated deeply inside of you. You had lost track of time, having been in that already aching position for a good whileâ almost all night had passed with your moist cunt getting filled with his seed.
âF-Fuck,â your words grew stuck on your throat, digging your nails on his back, as your other hand interwined itâs fingers on his brunette curls in the back of his head. And as if all those hours getting cum-filled hadnât been enough, Rhaenyraâs heir slightly moved out of you, only for his cock to leisurely push once again back insideâ sliding in and out so easily of your wet pussy, as his member was coated with your fluids.
âIâm sorry, ñuha dĆna jorrÄelagon,â he began muttering in between pants, placing his lips on your neckâs sweet spotâ knowing each one of your most delicate corporal zones, and that was something to take pride for whenever you squirmed beneath him. âBut, I need you to carry my heirs. And when you do, everyone will know just how much I adore filling you with my seed.â another groan spurred from your lips, as his hardened cock increased the pace in which it constantly hit your inner sweet spot.
You ached with each one of his movements; your soft groans and pleas occupying the silent space in your shared chambers. With the passing hours of the night, you felt almost oversensitive even to the slightest touchâ but, at the same time, you couldnât deny it felt satisfying to feel his erected size releasing itâs cum inside of you.
Both your trembling legs were firmly interwined on top of his back, offering him free access to keep pushing himself deeply inside of you, as you hid your face on the crook of his neckâ weakly nibbling on your lower lip to hold back your continous pleas, your ragged breathing hitting against his exposed skin.
A faint fleshy sound was provoked with each single hit against your cunt, his length beginning to throb softly, while a knot tangled on your stomach. Growls escaped from him, holding you firmly in place. A feeble grin grew on the corner of his rosy lips, hotly breathing against your own skin as well. One of thumbs gently caressed your skin, lazily placing kisses all over that precious face of yoursâ admiring every inch of you.
âOtherwise, how else will everyone know who you belong to?â
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LADY STRONG
Benjicot Blackwood x Velaryon/Strong!Reader
Summary - Stuck in the Riverland's on a marriage tour, you pretend to be Lady Strong when Benjicot Blackwood doesn't recognize you as the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms
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Word Count - 3.1k
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As if the prospect of a marriage tour was not horrid enough, your first stop was proving to be positively dreadful. Â
You had imagined the lands surrounding the Trident to be beautiful. A lush, verdant landscapeâfilled with fragrant herbs and bright, blooming flowers, painting the Riverlands in rich, colorful hues. You pictured babbling streams and plush grass, stunning castles and, perhaps, some equally as stunning men. Â
What you hadnât imagined, however, was the weather. Â
Even from within the confines of Riverrunâthe ancestral castle of House Tullyâyou still feel the effects of the merciless heat beating down upon the sandstone walls. Â
Your handmaids had tried to dress you accordingly, stuffing you into your thinnestâand, consequently, your least regalâgown, in hopes that it might prevent sunstroke. Yet still, even as three of Lord Tullyâs own servants try fanning you while you sulk in the dining hall, you feel as though every inch of your body is drenched in sticky sweat. Â
âThis is miserable,â you groan to Ser Lorent, the Kingsguard who had been assigned to your tour. Flanking your right, you spare the knight a pitiful, sidelong glance. âI believe I would sooner die a spinster than be forced to live in this sweltering purgatory!â Â
The servants, haphazardly positioned around the table, remain utterly stone-faced, not letting on if they found your comment about their homelands to be humorous or offensive. Â
Ser Lorent merely laughs. âThe Riverlands are known for their humid summers, princess.â With a wink, he adds, âIf you ever bothered with your studies, you would know this.â Â
âI study!â Â
âWith the blade, perhaps,â Ser Lorent muses, his teal eyes twinkling with lighthearted mockery. âBut certainly not with books, princess. Â
Rolling your eyes, you slump further into your chair, your body practically melting into the upholstery. âLeave the geography lessons to Jace,â you tell him, waving an idle hand. âAfter all, he's the heir to the Iron Throne. I am merely the prized broodmareââ focusing on your plate, and the half-eaten lunch upon it, you try swallowing the bitter tang now filling your mouthââa royal womb to be sold off to the highest bidder.â Â
And, at times, you arenât even sure if that is considered an honest truth⊠Youâve certainly never felt royal. Â
Like your brothers, you were born extraordinarily plain-featured. With no silver hair or lilac eyes, you appear more like a common-born peasant than someone of prized Valyrian stockâand it didnât help that, unlike your brothers, you had no dragon, either. Â
Ser Lorent watches as you absently push a piece of seared cod around your plate, sighing. âThat isnât true, my princess.â His words are tinged with sympathy. âYou are being sold to no one. Your mother wishes for you to have a marriage born of loveânot duty.â Â
âAh, yes,â stabbing the fish with the prongs of your fork, you bring it to your lips, âwhich is why Iâm being forced to spend my summer meeting with the haughty sons of fat country lordsâfor love.â Â
His tongue clicks with disapproval. âYour mother has given you a choice in selecting your own husband, princess; which is a luxury not granted to many women.â Â
Frowning, you pop the piece of fish into your mouth, turning his words over in your head. Â
Gods. Â
You hate it when heâs right. Â
âFine,â you relent, still chewing. Turning sideways in your chair, you raise your fork to him in a mock threat, âBut my earlier statement stands! If I must take a husband, then it certainly wonât be anyone from hereâlest I become no more than a puddle of sweat.â Â
Ser Lorent cracks a smile at you. âShould you turn to a puddle, princess, then I vow to mop you from the floor.â Â
âHow valiant of you, Ser Lorent,â you laugh. âIâm unsure of how I might ever repay you for such loyalty.â Â
âIâm not sure you have to worry about that, princessâI donât believe that puddles are much concerned with matters of debt.â Â
Turning back to the table, another soft laugh spills from your lips. âI suppose youâre right, Ser.â Â
All too soon, however, your amusement begins to fade. A warm breeze blows in through the many open windows lining Riverrunâs dining hall, the stifling air only accentuating the stickiness of your skin. Â
Sucking in a deep, heavy breath, you ask, âHow long do we have?â Â
Ser Lorent doesnât ask for clarification, knowing almost at once what you were asking him. âWeâre expected back in the Great Hall in a little under an hour, princess.â Â
You blow the breath out, groaning slightly. Â
An hourâthat's all the time you had left before you would be forced back upon the dais, expected to once again smile and be cordial as men and boys from all across the Riverlands made their case for your hand. Â
How many of them could possibly be left? This morning alone you had met with dozens upon dozens of them, their voices all blurring into a monotonous hum as they spoke of the history of their Housesâif one can consider nonsensical legends from the ancient Age of Heroes as true history, that is. Â
Noticing the dreadful pall cast over you, Ser Lorent clamps a comforting hand on your shoulder. âHow about a walk before we go back? It might help to clear your head,â he suggests. Then, with a wry grin, âPerhaps you might wish to think back on the men from this morningâsee if any of them might make you change your tune about life in the Riverlands.â Â
You pin him with a playful scowl. âThereâs not a man alive that could change that tune,â you vow. âBut youâre rightâa walk might be nice.â Â
Rising from your seat, the servants around you lower their fans, silently dismissing themselves. Â
âWill you be accepting my company on this walk?â Ser Lorent teasesâthough you know what heâs really asking is: will you be accepting my protection. Â
âAfter this morning, I believe Iâve had enough company for a lifetime.â Â
The knightâs brow draws tight, an apprehensive frown beginning to pull at the corners of his lips. You roll your eyes. Â
âOh, donât worry so much, Ser Lorent. It gives you wrinkles,â you tease. Adjusting the slit running along one side of your dress, you reveal the dagger holstered on your thigh. âI assure you that if any of these Riverlanders dare lay a hand on me, theyâll lose some fingers.â Â
Ser Lorent snorts, head shaking. âItâs not you I worry about, princess,â he jokingly admits. âJust stay close by, understand? Your mother will have my head if anything happens to you.â Â
âYes, yesâunderstood,â you dramatically gripe, already walking past him to the exit. Â
âOh, and princess?â He calls out just as the guards pull the doors open for you to leave. You glance over your shoulder at him, brows lifted. âAt least try not to injure anyone.â Â
With one last roll of your eyes, bright with mischief, you shout on your way out, âNo promises, Ser Lorent!â Â
Wandering through the outer yards of Riverrun, the blistering sun beating down upon your skin, you find yourself overwhelmed by a sudden ache in your chest. Â
You miss home. Desperately. Â
You miss Dragonstoneâs near-constant cover of clouds, forever shielding you from the heat. You miss the cool breeze rolling in off the Blackwater, the air peppering your cheeks with salty kisses. Â
But even as you dream of a reprieve from the muggy Riverlands, you canât help but miss your familyâyour brothersâmost of all. Â
Perhaps it is that feeling that led you here, to the training yard, guided by the familiar lull of splintering wood and steel slicing through the air, the sound offering a much-needed remedy to the homesickness twisting in your gut. Â
Smaller than the one at Dragonstone, Riverrunâs yard was no more than a cramped stretch of dusty-dirt, lined with old training dummies and archery targets. Mostly encircled by the towering sun-bleached stones of the castles, only a small part of the yard remained open to the sprawling gardens beyond, sectioned off by ornate iron fencing. Â
Striding over the open gate, your attention falls upon the lone boy standing in the yard's center. Â
As the sunlight beats down overhead, long shadows dance around his feet as he glides through a set of movementsâeach step calculated, every strike deliberate. Â
You step closer, keeping your steps light as you approach. With his back turned to you, you watch as sweat drips down his neck, glistening. It soaks into his tunic, the thin black material clinging to his lean, muscled back. Â
Heâs talentedâyou think, studying his form. Â
Talent is something you're familiar withâintimately. You were raised around warriorsâtrained by the Rogue Prince himself. Yet never before had you found yourself so utterly bewitched by a fighter. Â
He didnât move like other boys. Â
He wasted no time on the flowery style displayed by so many summer childrenâthe ones who thought of battle as a performance rather than a matter of life or death. Â
Instead, he moved with the lethal prowess of an apex predatorâhis blade cutting through the air with a controlled ferocity that, while lacking the flourish of other warriors, was undeniably impressive. Â
Dirt flies as he throws himself into another set of movementsâa series of strikes and parries, executing with unbelievable precision. With every twist and pivot, muscles tense and shift beneath his tunic, his body as powerful a weapon as his sword. Â
He lunges forwardâand wood cracks! as he slashes his blade along the belly of one of the dummies, a move that would have disemboweled a living opponent. Â
Cutting through the sudden stillness, you bring your hands up to your chest, filling the yard with a slow clap. Back still turned to you, the boy's spine goes ramrod straight at the unexpected sound. Â
âImpressive,â you muse, taking another step towards him. Mere feet remain between the two of you, now. âYou move wellâbetter than most, Iâd say.â Â
The boy spins around to face you, his once elegant movements now blundering as he nearly trips over his own feet. Biting your tongue, you try to hold in a laugh. Â
Big, storm-cloud eyes meet your gaze, pinning you in place as he blinks, visibly thrown-off by your presence. âSorry-â he stammers, out of breath. âI didnât think anyone else would be coming out here-â Â
You lift a hand, cutting him off with a smile. âOh, noâdonât apologize on my account! I enjoyed the show,â you tell him. âSeems that you have a real talent for swordplay.â Â
His cheeks flush, his lightly sun-kissed skin turning a stark crimson. âThanks.â His laugh is a nervous, awkward thingâendearing, too. He sticks a hand out towards you, the other still limply holding his sword. âBenjicot. Blackwood,â he introduces himself, fumbling over his words, âbut you can call me Ben or Benjiâor anything, really.â Â
You take his hand, biting your lip to mask your amusement. âPleasure to meet you, Benji.â Â
A beat of silence passes before confusion finally tugs at his features, his hand falling back to his side. âUhmââ another sweet, awkward laughâ âand you areâŠ?â Â
Realization dawns on you, leaving your brows to shoot up to your hairline. Â
Seven Hells. He doesn't know, does he?
A sudden speechlessness grabs hold of your tongue. Â
You suppose you shouldnât be surprisedâafter all, you aren't what many expected of a Targaryen princess.
Plain-featured and dressed in thin, common clothes, you imagine you likely appear no different than the servants surrounding you at lunch, fanning you to keep the heat from going to your head. Â
Even so, it's rare that you met someone who doesn't know who you are. And, selfishly, after a morning filled with insincere compliments from haughty Lordâs, you like the idea of remaining namelessâtitlelessâfor the first time in your life. Â
âWowâsorryâthat was thoughtless of me, wasnât it?â Tapping a finger to your temple, you laugh. âIâm Mylissa,â you lie, stealing the name of one of your handmaidens. âMylissa Strong.â Â
âStrong?â He echoes, brow furrowing. âStrangeâyou donât sound like youâre from the Riverlands. Your accent isââ Â
âSouthern?â Â
Benji nods. Â
âWell, Iâve spent the better part of my life in the Crownlands, so I suppose Iâve picked up their accent,â you explain. âIâm here with the princess, actuallyâas her lady-in-waiting.â Â
The mention of the princessâyouâturns his skin a pasty white. Â
Keeping a tight leash on your curiosity, you try not to sound too intrigued when you ask, âAnd what about you? Raventree Hall is a decent ride from here, is it not?â On horseback, the ancestral seat of House Blackwood was two days away from Riverrun, if not three. âAre you here to meet with the princess?â Â
Benji shifts his weight, leaning from one foot to the other. âSupposed to,â he begins, his words tumbling out, âbut I donât knowâIâm not so sure that Iâll go through with it.â Â
Your expression falters, disappointment washing over you like a cold wave, combatting the intolerable warmth of the sun. Â
âWhy not?â Â
He shrugsâa timid, shy gesture that feels so unlike the predator you had snuck up on. âThere are over a hundred men in there,â he waves an arm to the castle, to the Great Hall within, âall waiting for an opportunity to impress the princessâmeanwhile, I can hardly get out a single sentence without choking on my own spit.â Â
Your laughter bubbles up involuntarily, a few giggles spilling past your lips. The Blackwood boy shoots you a playful glare from beneath long, dark lashes. Â
âWell,â you begin, absentmindedly toeing the dirt between you, âperhaps the princess might find it endearing, donât you think?â Â
Benji scoffs. âDoubtful. I mean, think about it!âsheâs a princess!â Â
Your eyes widen, glimmering with mock-offense. âAnd what is that supposed to mean?â Â
Once again, that crimson tinge returns to his skin, crawling up his neck, this time. Â
âI meant no offense,â he defends himself, mistaking your expression for one of a Lady meaning to defend her princess. âBut what could I possibly offer a princess?â Â
You tilt your head, pretending to think on his words. âWell, the Blackwoods do have a history of being valiant warriors, do they not? And you seem to be quite skilled yourself,â you say, daring to let your stare drift down to his arms, the short sleeves of his tunic revealing well-muscled, sweat-slick biceps. Â
He snorts. âIâm willing to guess that the princess would likely care naught for my skill with a sword.â Â
âThen you would guess wrong,â you retort, a faint, teasing smile on your lips. âMany say that the princess herself is quite skilled with a bladeâI imagine she would quite like a boy thatâs capable of challenging her.â Â
Benjiâs eyes darken a shade, an unreadable expression crossing his features. âAnd what about you, Mylissa?â Â
The false name catches you off-guard, but you do your best to hide it. Â
âWhat of me?â Â
A bit nervous, he asks, âWould you like a boy that can challenge you?â Â
Your heart stutters in your chestâskipping several beats as his stare lowers, dipping past your waist and falling upon your thigh. On the dagger sheathed there, no doubt. Â
Heat begins to crawl up your neck, hotter even than the sun's blistering rays. âOhââ You stutter, words lost upon you. Â
Itâs true that you were used to the attention of men. After all, your morning has been filled with it, and soon enough the rest of your day will be, too. Â
But this was different. Â
Benji wasnât giving you attention because youâre a princess, a mere royal womb to strengthen his Houseâs bloodline. Rather, he was doing it simply because he wanted toâa feeling that was utterly foreign to you. Â
Wiping a clammy hand on his sweaty tunic, Benji misreads your silence, taking a half-step back. âApologies, my Ladyâthat was too forward and-â Â
You donât let him finish his rambling. Taking a step forward, you close the gap he sought to create between you. âIâll make you a deal.â Â
âA deal?â Â
You nod. âAs you know, the princess will be in the Great Hall for the rest of the evening, holding court with the other Lordâs whoâve come for her hand. I'd like for you to meet with her.â Â
Benji cocks his head, confusion crinkling the corners of his eyes. âI truly mean no disrespect to your princess, my Lady, but I was asking if you might be interested inââ Â
âI know what youâre asking, Benji.â You lift one shoulder in a casual shrug. âAnd after you meet with the princess, if you still wish to inquire about my hand,â you say, placing a palm to your chest, âthen I will happily hear you out.â Â
In the distance, a bell sounds outâsignaling the time, you realize. Â
âIf youâll excuse me,â you start, already taking a few small half-steps backwards. âIâm expected inside.â Â
Letting his sword drop to the ground, Benji lunges forward to catch your wrist. âSo you agree to meet with me after court, then?â Â
âIf youâre still interested,â you muse, a tinge of anxiety laced through your tone, âthen yes.â Â
The corners of his lips twitch into a bashful smile. âI give you my word thatââ Â
You planned to interrupt him. To tell him not to make oaths he wasnât certain he could keep, knowing that he may very well change his mind about you once he realizes who you areâthat youâre not technically a Strong. But, before you can, another voice intervenes. Â
âPrincess!â Ser Lorent calls out, exasperated, as he walks through the gate. âWe must hurry, princess,â he continues, pausing only to give a wary glance at Benjiâs hands wrapped around your wrist. âWeâre late.â Â
Your pulse begins to pound, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins at being exposed as a liar by Ser Lorent.Â
Benjiâs face goes blankâthen his eyes go wide, big as saucers as you snag your wrist from his grip. Â
âPrincess...â He utters, voice laden with disbelief. âPrincess?!â Â
You can hardly bring yourself to do anything other than grin stupidly at him, nearly stumbling over yourself as you back-up to where Ser Lorent is waiting impatiently. Â
âIt was lovely meeting you, Benji!â Â
You hope he can hear just how genuine your words are. Â
âIâll see you in the Great Hall,â you call out over your shoulder, sparing him one last glance as Ser Lorent guides you to the gate, watching as he blinks in astonishment, still processing the revelation. Â
Walking back towards the inner-castle, Ser Lorent glances down at you with a knowing look. âYou seem giddy.â Thereâs a teasing glint to his words that makes you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing. âSo,â he continues, his brisk pace never faltering, âdoes this mean that your statement from lunch no longer stands? That, perhaps, this sweltering purgatory may yet grow on you?â Â
You bite your cheek, a permanent grin still etched onto your face. Â
âLetâs just say that Iâve decided itâs best to keep my options open, Ser Lorent.â Â
a/n - you may ask yourself: lainie, why would you refer to him as mostly BEN in the last fic and BENJI in this one??
and the answer? I have not ONE clue. my brain is rotting and benji is cute.
anyways, hope you guys enjoy this one! feel like I got to explore more of his personality here. additionally, I need HBO to know that if this boy ends up not being benjicot blackwood then I'm gonna fucking riot
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LITTLE BOX FULL OF SURPRISES
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-ËËsummary: The maimed one-eyed prince marries the most beautiful woman on earth. She is dutiful, beautiful and perfect, but Aemond can't stand when someone, specially his uncle, look with desire at what it is his. â§Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Tully!Original Female Character â§word count: 3.1k â§Warnings: : MDNI 18+, p in v sex, dom/sub undertones, face slapping, spitting on the mouth, degradation kink, possesive Aemond, Aemond is WHIPPED by his wife.
Every time his grandsire and his mother spoke of a Lady of great beauty coming to Kingâs landing, he rolled his eye.Â
Even when they present a small portrait, small to fit his palm, he does not seem impressed. Perhaps it is too small, perhaps it is too pretentious. Either the painter exaggerated your features or he couldnât properly paint a small portrait. But he was curious, after all. Named the most beautiful woman on earth, blessed by the Gods.Â
He doesnât doubt that Lady Tully was beautiful. Perhaps she was truly a beautiful woman, with her long red hair, âlike fireâ said the letter. But being called The Maiden on Earth seems exaggerated to him.
His grandsire had told them about the implications of his betrothal, about how important it was to have secured the Riverlands, since Grover Tully was an old lord, and will not understand reason. To have his most beloved granddaughter as a princess, was the only way to win his approval, and support.Â
Aemond finally meets her on the little garden near the Weirwood tree. They had been serving little cakes, as some lords and ladies talked nearby, not even half of court was here, and he liked the quietness. That made him less self-conscious.
She was near the table, her hand hovering above all the treats she could get, smiling as she watches them with interest. She is expressive, he realises. He hasnât seen her face, only her back and the day her hand moves and her head is tilted, curious about the southern gastronomy.
 âMy ladyâ Aemond says softly.Â
She turns so gracefully, and she is surprised to see him. Her hand still extended, and she quickly moves it to grab her skirts, and do a courtesy to him. She has a sweet smile, and she speaks.Â
 âMy princeâ she says, a bit surprised. âI⊠I didnât expect you.â
âI must admit I came a bit earlier than agreedâŠâ he murmurs, looking behind him and then back to her.
The most beautiful maiden on earth fell short to her. She was⊠something else, in the best way possible. She had that curiosity, that life in her eyes, as she smiles at him, her lips are perfect, and he could see that her maids probably used those Myrish lip taints, for they were a very natural red colour, almost matching with her hair. Her dress was magnificent, wearing the colour of her house, red and blue decorating everything. Even her eyes, blue like the opaque blue rivers in the Riverlands, and her hair, red like flames, matched with her house colours. She wore fish details, her earrings and in her dress pattern. But she was wearing a collar with a seven pointed star in it, and he sighed at her beauty. She was breathtaking.
âOh, well, so it seemsâŠâ she says as she smiles a bit sheepishly, looking at him. âItâs a fine castle, my prince. It does have its own beauty.âÂ
Aemond has never thought of the red Keep as something beautiful, at all. He always wanted to live in Dragonstone, but his wish was not granted. But, if she says so, it must be true, and with good reason.
âYou think so?âÂ
She grabs a lemon cake, and eats it carefully as she nods. âYes! And you also have a Weirwood tree here. When we made our trip here, we passed through Raventree, and their Weirwood was a bit⊠depressingâŠâ she says, smiling sweetly. âBut here itâs very beautiful. More⊠aliveâ
As she talks, he watches her closely. Even when his mother, his sickly father and his siblings arrive, when his mother gives him a scolding look for arriving earlier, he sort of watches you in silence, his chest swelling with an air of mystery.Â
âYou are not what I expectedâ he admits, quietly between the two of them as their parents talked about the betrothal.
âNo?â She asks smiling, licking her finger from the cream of the lemon cakes. âYouâll see Iâm a little box full of surprisesâÂ
Thatâs the beginning.
A ceremony on the Sept, as she stood next to him, reciting vows and the cloak with dragon sigils is on her shoulders, left behind the fish one. Aemond has never looked so smug and proud. The bedding ceremony was⊠traditional. Having a crowd was awkward for both, surely, but Aemond made it all more comfortable for her, covering her body with his, and not exposing her, at his own expense.
âJust focus on meâ He murmurs closely to her face, as she looks at him with wide eyes. He was between her open legs, and he insisted for her to keep her chemise on, while he had no problem in nudity âYour septa and mother could have told youâŠâ
âNot muchâ She whispers back.
âNot muchâ he repeats, moving a strand of hair out other face, tenderly watching her face for discomfort. âBut I will be gentle, and⊠weâll learn together. Yes?â
âYes. Thank youâŠ, husbandâ she says, and he feels a prideful pressure on his chest. He was her husband. The most beautiful womanâs husband.Â
And she was always thankful for his patience and gentleness towards her, and she stuck to him to all times, even when she was in court, charming everyone around. Her arm was always interlocked with his, and referred to him as âher sweet husbandâ.Â
Love came quieter than expected, as they laughed on their bed at nights, having picnics in the gardens or going to the Riverlands in Vhagar together, swimming on Riverrunâs rivers, and just⊠enjoying each other. It was more than love when they had their first son, a lovely and happy baby, mismatched eyes, with both purple and a deep blue. Aemond adored his son, his little Daerion, and he adored you more.
âBlack looks well on youâ Aemond comments.Â
Daerionâs blabbing was a way to agree with Aemondâs statement as the maid finished putting on her headband, the same tone of her dress. Her orange hair is in braids, two simple ones with some gold details on them, and some dragon earrings that he gifted her. She was gorgeous, and all his.Â
âYour wardrobe hasnât changedâ she states looking at him. âWent from velvet black to dark blackâÂ
Aemond walks over to his wife, watching her being just so beautiful like that, sitting, waiting peacefully like a porcelain doll.
âMhm... As if changing colours would make everything amicableâŠâ Aemond murmurs, taking Daerion in his arms, and he allows him to play with his hair. âDoes father know itâs useless? Rhaenyra wearing green wonât change anything, nor will my mother wearing black. HIs voice comes as a grunt as he bounces their baby.Â
âItâs foolish when you put it that wayâ her voice is tender, sweet, and somewhat like velvet. He is still besotted by her, as maidens do with knights. He watches the shape of her breasts on that dress, how the cleavage is so delightful for his eyes and the roundness of her tits that make the fabric around stretch a bit. As if the tailor always got the measurement of her chest wrong on purpose, which he wonât complain about.Â
Her bright red hair contrasts with how the black makes her skin look paler, and her eye colour deeper.
âThey shouldnât call you the Maiden herself anymoreâ Aemond murmurs softly, walking closer to her, still holding Daerion in his arms. âYou are like the mother herself. Like the Goddess Syrax of Old Valyria. Beautiful, strong⊠so alluringâŠâ
âYou never seem to run out of complimentsâ her hands move to grab her rings, and the one he likes the most is the sapphire one, just to symbolise her marriage to him.Â
âNever, more so if a goddess like you is my wife. All mineâŠâ
âMy prince, my lady.â Itâs a Kings guard who interrupts. âSupper is ready, and Queen Alicent asks for you both to arrive earlierâŠâ
âHmâ Aemond says, leaving Daerion in the wet nurseâs arms.
âThank you, ser Willisâ the knight smiles at his wife before walking to wait outside the door.
He rolls his eye as he leans to kiss his sonâs forehead, caressing his chubby cheek and he smiles fondly at his sight. The little freckles he has that he inherited from his mother, something that Aemond loved. Yet remembering how unnecessary kind his wife is⊠annoys him.
Kindness and sweetness only helped to enhance her beauty and popularity, and he also loved that. She was beautiful, perfect in any way, tied to a One-Eyed maimed monster, like him. All he could offer to you, that it was worthy, was the luxuries of the royalty, all the kids you want and his unconditional love. He was at your mercy.
He has one eye, but he is not blind. Any man here on the keep, would pull their breeches down if his wife asked so. They would even cut their own throats for her mere delight, and Aemond would be one of them.Â
âGoodbye, my sweet loveâ the sweet motherly tone makes little Daerion squeal happily, extending his little arms for his mother. She kisses both his hands, later to wave to him as they leave the room, arms interlocked.
Aemond always bites his tongue when his lady wife is kind to men. He hates it, yet he knows she does it for the kindness of her heart, and not any ulterior motives.
He was smitten for her, moving the chair for her to sit, and helping her, her dress not getting stuck anywhere or her headpiece, and only then, he sat on his own seat at peace.
âI heard they might have some gooseâ she murmurs to him, as the room fills. Her fingers caress his arm, and he hears her every word. âIâd eat it all if I could, you knowâ she teases.
âMhm.â Aemond murmurs. Even if he is besotted, his facade is still the same; stoic, cold, distant. Yet to her, his gaze was always loving.
âI would only share it with youâ she states proudly, leaning to give him a peck on the lips, before standing up once the King is brought to the room.
As he stands, he doesnât miss how his uncle watches her. Aemond might not know the man personally, but he knew the look of desire in a manâs face. Much more when they looked at herÂ
The supper is mostly⊠tense, and awkward. But Lady Tully is charming to everyone and even toasts as well for Baela and Rhaena in their betrothal, congratulating them and speaking nothing but wonders about her own married life, making Aemond wear the slightest, yet most smug smirk on his face.
âAmazingâ she says, with her mouth full as she eats the goose, and Aemond nods, a hand rubbing her back so she doesnât choke for eating so quickly. âHere, my loveâ she says, extending the fork with a bit of the goose that she adores so much.Â
Aemond eats shamelessly, enjoying the taste as he nods softly, approving, which makes her smile. His hand resting on the back of her chair, as he drank his wine quietly, watching his sister and nephew go to dance together. He is highly unaware of the prying eyes that watch them both.
Helaena and Jacaerysâ giggles and the movement of her dress is enough for lady Tully to watch curiously. Her husband was not one for dances, as he had not a good perception of objects with one eye. She never pressured him, and accepted the fact.Â
She always would say how Daerion once he would be tall enough to walk, sheâd dance with her son all the songs and dances, and Aemond approved that idea.Â
âLady Tullyâ It was Daemon Targaryenâs deep voice, and she looks at him a bit surprised, leaving her fork on the table as she covers her mouth, her hand unconsciously fetching wine, which Aemond hands her his.Â
âPrince Daemonâ her melodic voice is a bit confused, and more so when the uncle of her husband extends his hand. The green fabrics from his suit are deep, yet he still wore dragon details on it, and he looked smug about it.
She turns to watch Aemond, his jaw tensing as he looks at Daemon. And he has to physically stop himself from cutting his uncleâs throat when his wife walks with him to join Helaena and the bastard. Aegon and he share a look, both upset and annoyed, as their wives are so freely dancing with other men.Â
Aemond watches her beautiful face, frowning as Daemon talks about something, whispering it closely so no one else hears it. His grip on the edge of his seat is strong; knucklesâ turning white as his jaw is tense, not looking pleased at all. And then, he hears her warm laugh, giggling at what he said, as her whole face brightened up.
Once they serve the pig in front of him and hear the little bastard giggles, it is enough to send him through a fit of rage.Â
He literally drags his wife by the arm after everything went downhill, after saying that stupid toast, after the Velaryonâs boys attempt to defend themselves (very badly) and both her husband and her good brother humiliate them.
âDancing with himâ Aemond murmurs, walking to their shared chambers, not minding seeing the servants stop and look at them both. âAccepting it, and giggling to his jokes as he shamelessly flirts with youâÂ
âIt was politeness...â her voice is weak when protesting.
âDid he mocked me for having only one eye?â He asks roughly. âDid he told you how beautiful your are and how full your breasts are?â
She opens her mouth a bit taken aback by his lewds remarks. âI am dutiful to what itâs expected of me. I wouldn't have allowed him to mock youâ
âYou shouldâŠâ
âMy familyâs words are Family. Duty. Honour. And you know I care for that very deeply.â she says as she tries to keep up with his long steps âAnd I did just what was askedâŠâ
âYou are mineâ he states, walking inside his chambers as his grip does nothing but become stronger. âMy wife and you are⊠putting yourself in display for my uncle, laughing at his flirting. I know your family words are important for you, but this is⊠beyond thatâ
Perhaps it was her confused eyes or her angelic face, but he loosened up his grip yet he kept talking.Â
âHe wanted you! To have you below him and fuck you like a⊠wench or⊠or some kind ofâŠâ
âI knowâÂ
Aemond turns drastically, eye twitching at his wife's words.
âYou knew?â
âIt was being cordial. It was duty. To amend broken tiesâŠâ
âI will break and burn and turn into ashes any ties from you to himâ he says exasperated, insane with jealousy. His eye is wide, twitching in rage as he cannot believe this. She was his wife.Â
Seeing Daemonâs hand grip on her hip, almost groping her, made him insane. Because he knew that Lady Tully, beautiful as the Maiden, a beloved goddess amongst the poor and rich, could do so much better than him. Yet, she still chooses him.
âGet nakedâ he says simply.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me just right. Get. Naked.â He says again, not wanting a negative.Â
Her whine is endearing, as she starts taking off little by little. Her gown, the diminutive buttons at the back, her collar, and her hellish headpiece.
âLet meâ he grumbles as he helps her take off the headpiece, tossing it aside more carefully.
She is possibly the most beautiful when she is naked. Round breasts, even fuller thanks to lactating, and her body was tempting enough to anyone.Â
âUndress meâ he says instead. He took delight when she was the one serving him, in this way. He loved to see her desperation, her eagerness for him. His jerkin is out in no time, and she kneels to undo his breeches.
Because she had an angelic face, but it was only he who knew how obsessed she was with his cock. She could spend hours lying on the bed, sucking his cock as she rested her head on his abdomen as Aemond read. She wouldnât even suck him off properly, his wife would only suck the tip, give kitten licks, and lazily press some kisses. During hours and hours.Â
âI forbid you to speak to any one of them. Ever againâÂ
Confused eyes turned up to look at him, as the careful hands undid his breeches, almost a bit eagerly. âForbid?â
âHm. Itâs what I said, is it not?â He says, narrowing his eye as if asking to be defied.Â
âBut itâs madâ she protests, frowning. âI promised Jace and Baela a tour in the gardens, and it would be impolite if I didnât spoke-â
âToo badâ his voice cuts the conversation, and he is not leaving it up for conversation.Â
âYou are being irrational...â
âAnd you are being a fucking bratâ he spats, grabbing her chin as he bites his lower lip. âIâll show you how irrational I can getâ
Her eyes watched him, almost too innocent for her own good. It made him hard; he could feel his cock stirring on his untied breeches.Â
âFucking slut, giving yourself to other menâ his tone is harsh, but by the way her knees move, to accommodate the weight as he grips her chin, he knows that she is aroused. So is he.
Lady Tully was beautiful, and a box of surprises with everything, he realised with time. He had everyone trapped under her charms, and kept her secrets very private. And he loved it.
âWhore.â His hand leaves her chin, only to move it to slap her across the face.Â
She gasps, her face turned. It wasnât harsh, yet the sting was burning on her skin, as she placed a hand on her cheek. To foreign eyes, he just slapped his wife. But he has done it before, to her request. Aemond knew that if his wife was enraged by that, he would have been beaten over and over, because she was kind, but didnât stand for people dishonouring her.Â
Aemond, more gently places his hand back on her chin, pulling it so she can look at him. âYou will learn your placeâ Aemond says, as she looks up at him, with those meek eyes of hers. He loved her eyes. âOpen your mouthâ
 He leaned down, his mouth opening over hers, so near that she could feel his hot breath. His hand goes to wrap the bright red hair of hers, and his firm grip got her head secured.Â
Perhaps Aemond would kiss those perfect lips, yet he pulled back and released a strand of saliva directly into her waiting mouth. Aemondâs fingers tightened the grip in her hair, as his other hand came up to wipe away the excess of spit.Â
âThere is my good girlâ he murmurs, looking at her. âMhm. Iâm going to teach you a lessonâÂ
Aemond lifts his wife to her feet as if she weighs nothing, his grip on her hair almost dragging her to the bed, forcefully as he heard her little whines. He had a moment or two to decide which position suited best, for then to grab her hips and guide her to be on her hands and knees. He grabs the long red hair once again, angling her head to the side, because Aemond needed to see her face the same way he needed air.
She was soaking wet, and that is a satisfaction for her husband. Aemond accommodated behind her, watching her body as he positioned his cock at her entrance.
 âSuch a sweet little cuntâ he growls, his eye flashing with lust and desire as he thrusts into her from behind, in one swift motion.Â
Her whimpers and pants are loud, as she grips on the sheets as her back is arched. She was desperate to be filled and fucked, not something unusual. The unusual thing was that⊠nothing happened.
âAemondâ She whines, moving her head to watch him from above her shoulder. She had that desperate, pitiful appearance that he loved.
âYes, my love?â He asks almost nonchalantly, watching her ass, and how his cock is fully sank inside herÂ
She can barely think straight as his dick is deep inside her, throbbing in her walls as she just needs him to start fucking her. âEh⊠move?â
âI donât think soâ he murmurs, his hand moving to caress her ass to his liking. âYouâll have to fuck yourself on my cockâ His wife opens her mouth, confused as her eyebrows frown in hesitation. âShow me how much you need meâ he says simply, he was fucking teasing her. âHow much you need my cockâ
Feeling the thick length of Aemondâs cock inside her, she accommodates on her hands, slowly moving away just to sink down onto his cock again. Her slick walls gripping him tightly as she impales herself on his thick cock.Â
âAemond⊠Fu-uck, you feel⊠oh, yesâŠâ She whimpers, and her voice is filled with pleasure as her pussy starts getting pounded as she liked so much. If Lady Tully liked something in life, was probably getting fucked until her mind is mush. Â
Her hips start moving on their own accord, as she grips on the sheets, trying to keep a stable posture to move her hips better, as her moans are obscenely loud, trying to get his cock deeper and deeper. Aemond leaves a groan, watching how she sinks down on his cock, and it is an image that would make any man cum in seconds. He truly was the luckiest man ever.Â
He feels the fire in his stomach tighten, as her moans grew more and more delighted to the feeling of his cock pounding into her. At first, she had thought of it as promiscuous, and asked the maiden for forgiveness, but gods damn her if it wasnât the best thing in life to get a good fuck from the love of her life.
âSo responsive when getting a cock in your needy pussyâ Aemond mutters, as one of his hands raises to spank her ass, the sharp slap only serves for the sounds coming out of her mouth to increase, and he spanks her again, and again, and again, to his own amusement and delight.Â
âPlease, AemondâŠâÂ
âYou just love misbehaving with me, because you know I will put you in your placeâ he says, moving forward to her body to grip his hair with his right hand, his left goes right next to her hand gripping the sheets to hold his weight. âBecause you are a needy whoreâ he states, gripping her hair as she nods forcefully.Â
âYesâ she says, in that whiny tone of hers. He knows her reactions yet every time they aroused him even more. âYes, pleaseâ
The grip on her hair only serves to help him push her back against his cock, his hips now making the effort to start properly pounding into her cunt as she loved; hard, rough and at a deliciously good pace. Her body is practically numb as he starts to use her body for his own pleasure, just as she loved.
Who would have said that the most beautiful woman on earth loved being used by her husband? Definitely not him. She was the most perfect creature, in any way. Smart, funny, pretty, a good wife and mother. And yet she always craved his cock, like the filthiest whores of Flea Bottom.Â
âLet those bastards hear you, hm?â He asks, as he leans to speak lowly near her ear. âHow itâs your husband who pleases you. Perhaps my uncle will get the notion that you are mine. Only mine. Fucking mine. That fucking dodderer will die by my hand if he ever dares to lay his eyes on youâÂ
The mere thought infuriates him, making his hips slam into her harder and more feral. Rutting into her cunt in an animalistic pace as he has to clench his jaw in rage. His hand on her hair and the other on her waist, he groans at the feeling of her soaking cunt.Â
The sobs he hears as his cock keeps on pounding into her sweet spot, makes him smug enough, and even more aroused. His sweet lady wife, so prone to cry when she had too much pleasure when she got overwhelmed with lust.Â
âPlease, pleaseâŠâ the round of pleas comes up with her tears, and Aemond moans, shamelessly, as he was so close. âI canât t-take i-it⊠anymo-oreâÂ
âOh, you willâ he says through gritted teeth as he lets go of her hair, only for his other hand to go to her shoulder to help her get his dick deeper. âI will breed you. Cum so deep that my seed takes root, and everyone will know who you belong to.âÂ
Her nods between sobs, pleas and trembling legs help him pound in feral thrusts into her, feeling her cunt already milking him, inner walls attempting to squeeze his dick inside and never let it go.
âCum for me, my loveâ he murmurs, still fucking her deep and nice how she likes it. âMy beautiful wifeâ he murmurs, besotted by her as she cries, her tears rolling down her rosy cheeks with little freckles that he adored.Â
The little spasms of her body, her wails and the way her cunt squeezes him, itâs enough to drive him to the edge, holding her body down into his cock as he moans loudly, rolling his eye back in pleasure as he cums hard. She whimpers, whining a bit as his seed just keeps on filling her, his balls tensing up as his grip will probably leave her delicate skin with red marks.
He is caring afterwards, as he cleans her with a towel, or when he places her in bed and covers her, lying by her side each time as she snuggles to him.
âYou have to knowââ she says softly, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. âYou are hot when jealousâ
Aemond huffs, grumbling about it a bit as he seems reluctant. It amuses her.
âYou always find me hot, I could be⊠Killing a chicken and you would be leakingâ
âGet on my place for a moment, please, just imagine how your muscles would flexâ she says dead serious and he rolls his eye amused, as the corners of his lips gives him away.
The fixation on his hair would be a problem if he didnât love her so much. Aemond allows his lady Tully to braid it as they talk in bed.Â
âI didnât really mean itâ he says softly.Â
âHm?â She asks curious, her fingers working on a single small braid on his hair.
âYou can talk to themâ he says through gritted teeth. âJust-... not too muchâ
Her little laugh warms his heart. âVery wellâ she says amused. âFor each sentence I say to them, I will suck youâ
âI retract myself, talk to them very much, all you likeâ he says, and it has her giggling. âYou know I love youâŠâ he says; as it comes into his view her concentrated face, her tongue coming out of her pink lips as she was focused. He could see the freckles that he so adored, and her pretty eyes. How he loved her.
âYou know I love you moreâŠâ she says fixing his braid to stick to his hair. Her mouth forms a pleased smile as she sits, as she inspects her work. âYes. Seems pretty niceâ
He could feel the hair strand tight, and he moved his hand to touch his head. âWhat in the Seven Hells you did to my hair, woman?âÂ
She looks very pleased as she giggles, her body accommodating against his chest as she shrugs innocently, as he keeps on playfully trying to decipher what his wife did to his hair.Â
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The Albatross
summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegonâs first child and his entire world changes.
pairing: Aegon x Strong!Reader
word count: 767
warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, brief mention of blood, guilt.
note: âAlbatrossâ is used metaphorically as a psychological burden dealing with shame or guilt! (and shout out to Taylor Swift)
Aegon wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate your hair and your eyes. Your thick eyelashes, the freckles that dusted your cheeks, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. Despite wanting to hate you in your entirety, he found himself physically incapable of doing so. As a young boy he refused to admit it, even going so far as to tease you for your features â but he thought you were beautiful. If anything, you couldâve resembled his mother more than a Targaryen.
It wasnât your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from; you and your brotherâs served as living, breathing reminders of Rhaenyraâs infidelity.
Alicent Hightower had been sure to remind him and his siblings that you and your brothers were a product of their older sister's infidelity. An embarrassment to the family. An insult to the crown, to the realm. Abominations. Bastards.
Screams of pain shook the walls of the Red Keep.
âI canât do this anymore, Aegon! Please make it stop, it hurts!â you rasped, clawing at the blood-soaked bedsheets. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors had begun. To everyone's surprise, Aegon had yet to leave your side.
âWeâre almost there, my love. Youâre doing a great job,â your husband encouraged as he placed a chaste kiss to your sweat-drenched forehead, which you only returned with a death glare.
âI cannot take it anymore! Just get it out! Cut it out if you have to!â
One of your handmaids tried to dab at your forehead with a cloth, but you gripped her hand forcefully.
Aegon gave her a sympathetic look as he got her out of your grasp, locking his fingers with yours.
âYou know we canât do that, my love. I will not risk losing you.â
You winced as your midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day long you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. For Aegonâs sake, you silently prayed the babe was a boy. You werenât sure if you would be willing to go through this again.
âI can feel the head, your grace. Just a few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here.â
You groaned loudly, your teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked your frame. Pain radiated down your spine and into your groin. You felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams. Being eaten by Sunfyre seemed to be a more pleasant fate than this.
âYou hear that? Youâre almost done. Youâre doing so good.â
You squeezed onto Aegonâs hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. With a final push, your vision began to blur and your mind went blank.
Before you knew it, loud cries pulled you back to Earth, and cooâs from your handmaidens filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief.
Finally.
The handmaids quickly handed the babe to Aegon so you could get cleaned up.
âA girl,â she stated proudly, âand she looks just like you, my queen.â
âLike me?â You shot up.
âLay back your grace, you need to relax,â she scolded you.
Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aegon would be disappointed. Turns out, you couldnât have been more wrong.
âYes,â he chuckled, tears swelling in his eyes, âlike you. She is absolutely beautiful.â
He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.
A wave of guilt had crashed over Aegon at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your initial reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?
He couldnât help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue for it.
Although the responsibility of sitting the Iron Throne loomed heavy over Aegonâs head it wasnât until this very moment that he had true reason to be motivated to rule: his new family
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release | jacaerys velaryon
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader
summary: jace is on the brink of snapping and lashing out toward his mother and her council for their lack of action against the greens, so you give him another outlet for his frustration
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), rough sex, jace is a lil rough & feral in this one
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âAnd what of those who sent him?â Jacaerys snapped, questioning his mother as they buried yet another body.
He was angry. He couldnât help but lose people. Everyone around him kept fleeing or dying, and he tried desperately to hold his tongue, but his patience was slipping. War was inevitable, and he was frustrated at his motherâs lack of action toward the opposing force. He wanted revenge, retaliation, and most of all, he wanted to be the one to give it.
As the eldest son, however, he tried not to cause a scene, knowing he played an important role in this war, and hoping that his silence and unwavering support of his motherâs decisions would breed the proper trust that was needed to allow him more involvement and access in the war.
He was evidently tense at council meetings. His tongue was becoming sharper with each sentence related to the war. He couldnât help it. He pushed through the doors to your chambers, angry and frustrated from the events of the day.
He stopped short when he saw you turn in your chair to face him. Taking a deep breath, the tension in his body dropped. âI need a hug.â
You smiled, standing and approaching him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You remained a step lower than him in the entrance. He rested his chin on the top of your head.
âI just donât understand why she wonât do anything,â he began, âI know she doesnât want this war. I donât want this war, but itâs happening. We have all lost so much, and it will not stop. Why wonât she do something?â
âPerhaps she believes it can still be avoided,â you responded.
âHow much blood from my family must be split before she realizes it canât?â
Your heart ached for him. You wanted to hold him in the hug forever, curing all his pain and never letting him out of the room.
âIâm sorry, Jacaerys.â
âIt is not a fault of yours,â he replied, âit is just exhausting. I wish for a break from all of this, even if just momentary. I feel as if any moment, I may break, and I do not wish to take these frustrations out on my mother or her council. It would only cause the situation to worsen.â
You looked up at him, âthen take it out on me.â
âWhat?â
âTake your frustrations out on me, Jace.â
âYou do not deserve such treatment.â
You sighed, âbut I am asking for it. Allow yourself to have an outlet. Why else am I here?â
Jacaerys was bewildered, âyou are not here for me to take my anger out on. I would not do such a thing.â
âI wish for you to relax. I would not speak the offer if I did not mean it. Please, Jace.â
Jace leaned down to kiss you, initiating a sweet, intimate kiss before his frustrations took over and he deepened the kiss, gripping your thighs, causing you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He continued to kiss you as you clung to his shoulders, his steps towards the bed shaking you and causing you to nearly fall.
The Velaryon prince was usually quite nice to you, making sure to take things slow and constantly checking in on your comfort and pleasure. He would typically slowly drop your back onto the mattress, but tonight, he quite literally pushed you down, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you into the mattress.
You moaned at the eagerness of it all, Jaceâs hands running up and down your side, gripping your waist and pushing your hips down, until your legs were no longer wrapped around his body. Never breaking the kiss, he lifted up your nightdress, his fingers finding their way under your small clothes, not giving you time to ease into it as he began roughly rubbing circles on your clit.
You squealed into the kiss. Jace moved to begin sucking bruises into your neck, his hair falling in front of his face, as he continued to rub you. You couldnât help but moan, trying your hardest to remain as quiet as possible, since his little brotherâs chambers were just a wall away.
âHeâs not here,â Jace groaned.
You could barely speak. âWhat?â
âHeâs not in his chambers. Heâs out with Arrax. Stop holding back,â Jace demanded, âwanna hear what Iâm doing to you.â
This controlling nature was a change, but you didnât mind it at all. You stopped trying to quiet yourself, a moan of his name leaving your lips as he pushed a finger into you.
âThatâs it,â he cooed, âyou sound so pretty.â
âT-thank you,â you responded.
Jacaerys didnât stop curling his finger inside of you, but giggled, âdid you just thank me?â
âMhm,â you moaned.
âYouâre too cute,â he said, breaking his frustrated and controlling demeanor for a second, the compliment making your heart swell as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.
He felt you start to squeeze, and he immediately pulled his hand away from you. You sighed in disappointment.
He lifted you from under your arms, shifting you so you were sitting up, as he began to undo his breeches.
âI just wish I could go to Kingâs Landing,â he started, pushing his small clothes down and allowing his cock to be free, âIâd kill every last one of them.â
He gripped your hair, pushing your face down until it was level with his cock. âOpen.â
You did as he told you, opening your mouth as he pushed his cock into your mouth, immediately hitting the back of your throat. He was big, too big to fit completely in your mouth, but you were getting better and better at breathing through your nose to avoid gagging around his cock.
âNot today,â he sighed, âstop holding back or Iâll fuck it out of your throat.â
You listened to him, forgetting everything you know about avoiding gagging, and allowing him to direct your head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every single thrust. You gagged and choked around him, but he didnât let up.
âThey think theyâre so big and bad,â he said, breathy from the pleasure of your mouth around him, âif only they were around me. I could take all of them. I could end their whole fucking line.â
He began to thrust his hips at a vicious pace. You had no choice but to take it, trying your best to continue sucking and swirling your tongue around the head of his cock as he fucked your mouth mercilessly.
âIâd end their whole. fucking. line,â he said again, speaking through each thrust and throwing his head back in pleasure.
âFuck, get up, Iâm not done with you yet,â he commanded, pulling you off of him to stop himself from coming before he wanted to.
You didnât dare adjust your position without his say so. You sat there waiting for him to put you where he wanted you. He flipped your body over, pressing your face into the pillow as he pulled your hips up to meet his. He took both of your wrists in one hand, locking them behind your back as his other hand guided his cock into your entrance and then moved to your waist as he started rocking into you, pushing you further and further into the mattress.
Your body folded and became weak, as much of you falling into the bed as was possible, the only thing keeping your hips upward was the rough grip Jacaerys had on them. You whined and moaned, your entire body rocking forward with each snap of his hips.
âSeven hells,â he breathed out, his pace never relenting, âare you still okay?â
âMhm,â you moaned out, unable to form a coherent sentence.
âShit, I hate not being able to hear you,â he said, pulling out of you and flipping your body so you were flat on the mattress, facing him. âThatâs better,â he smiled, immediately fucking back into you with no warning.
You cried out, grabbing his face and kissing him through the intensity. He grunted into the kiss, having never fucked you, or anyone for that matter, this hard before. All of his pent up rage and frustration was being taken out on your cunt.
Your back arched off the mattress, Jace taking the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you even closer to him.
He spoke with every thrust, âI. Want. Revenge.â
âI k-know,â you moaned out.
âI. Want. Fucking. Revenge.â
It was overwhelming, and the intensity with which he was fucking you started to make your head cloudy. âJ- Jace, itâs too m-â
Jacaerys cut you off by kissing you, doing everything he can to stop your words. âYou can take it, baby.â
âI c-â the pressure was so intense. You could feel your walls start to squeeze around his cock, and his pace was relentless.
âYou can,â he said, looking directly into your eyes, âand you will.â
You nodded and let him continue splitting you open on his cock, dropping your waist down to the mattress again as he fucked into you, hands rough on your waist as they pushed you down.
Your eyes filled with tears. Jacaerys had never seen you like this, crying from the intensity, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead as you writhed under him. He didnât know he was capable of making you feel like this, and he didnât know you would look so fucking pretty as a result.
âFuck, baby,â he growled, âIâm close.â
You couldnât even respond, you just continued to whine and moan under him, watching his face contort as he released inside of you. The final few thrusts of his hips were cruel, his large length hitting that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. Through his high, he could feel you close, and he forced himself to continue pushing in and out of you until you met your climax.
Your legs shook as a wave of pleasure washed over you, your entire body eventually melting into the bed with weakness. Jace waited a moment before pulling out of you, kissing you as he did so.
You tried hard to catch your breath, but it took you longer than you anticipated. Jace, ever so attentive, looked down at you and asked, âyou okay?â
You couldnât help but smile. âI should start making you mad.â
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Tradition.
Cregan Stark x Pregnant!reader
Summary: the reader and Cregan go to King's Landing to support her nephew, Luke's, Velaryon claim. She goes into early labor away from the North.
Warnings: Aegon is his own warning, body shaming, talks of brothels and stuff, labor, blood, death, fighting, all that stuff.
A/n: Based on an ask! I'll proofread later đ
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Cregan held out his hand to help his very pregnant wife out of the carriage.Â
He absolutely hated riding by carriage. It seemed pointless when you could ride a horse instead. But when summoned to King's Landing by King Viserys with his Targaryen wife to join the rest of her family, he had to guarantee her safety on the travel by any means necessary.
Alicent's face lit up at the sight of her daughter, practically running over Cregan to get to her. She embraced the pregnant woman tightly, "Oh, my love! How you've changed!"Â
Y/n hugged her mother back just as firmly with a smile, "I've missed you, mother."
Alicent pulled away and admired her grown girl, "King's Landing is better with you here." Only then did Alicent notice Cregan, "Oh. Lord Stark."
Cregan bowed his head politely, "My queen."
"Cregan has been eager to see King's Landing again," Y/n chirped in, "He has only been a few times."
Alicent's brows lifted, "Really? I wouldn't have thought that."
He nodded, "I could've been patient enough to wait until after the birth, but alas, when the King calls, you answer."
Alicent gave a forced smile, "Right. Of course. The birth." She looked to her daughter, "How far along are you, my dear?"
"Nearing eight moons now," she said nervously with a hand on her swollen stomach.
Alicent didn't miss the equally nervous and protective look in Cregan's eyes.
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Dinner that night was beyond tense.Â
What was joy for Viserys was misery for everyone else.
Watching the king decay at the table and the rest of them squabble over trivial matters that seemed of great importance.
"A toast to the young princes and their betrothed."
Aegon leaned over to his nephew Jace, "Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lie with a woman."
A glare was sent his way by Jace and Baela.
Y/n caught on and quickly looked to Aemond, who sipped his wine with no reaction.
"You do know how the act is done, I assume?" Aegon continued. "At least, in principle. Where to put your cock and all that?"
Jace's jaw clenched, "You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed."
"Aegon." Y/n hissed through her teeth across the table.
His head immediately snapped to his sister in annoyance, "What?"
"Let it alone."
He scoffed lightly, "What do you mean? I'm only asking." He gained a grin, "It's not like I have to ask Lord Stark that. Look at the state of you!" He gestured to her swollen belly.
Cregan's grip on his fork tightened, turning his knuckles white.Â
She placed a hand over her stomach and grimaced, "At least I was able to find a husband that wanted me. Mother had to force you to marry the only girl around, and that was Helaena."
Aegon gave an incredible glare, one that his sibling shot back.
Aemond became amused.
"Let us not fight at the table," Alicent reprimanded lightly.
Y/n looked to Jace, who gave a small nod of gratitude.
Silence filled the room until the King's long monologue of the need for peace in the house.Â
Rhaenyra and Alicent gave small and seemingly back-handed toasts but Y/n was too set on the continuous mischievous look in her brother's eye.
And she called it right when he stood and moved to whisper in Baela's ear.
It was clear that it was muttered with the intention of riling up Jace, which it did quite well.
He stood up in anger, slamming his fist on the table.
Cregan, who had remained entirely silent thus far, instinctually moved a hand across his wife as if shielding her and the child.
The tense toasts only got worse from there.
Luckily, the music seemed to drown out the intensity, as well as Jace's good gesture of faith in dancing with Helaena.Â
Y/n leaned over to Aemond, "Brother."
His brow raised as his eye traveled to look at her.
"It has been⊠long since I've seen you. I see you've faired quite well."
He hummed lightly, "I see you've⊠managed."
She could feel Cregan's intense gaze from behind her, "WhâŠwhat do you mean?"
Aemond smirked and leaned in to where only the two Starks could hear him, "Inpregnanted by a brute-"
Cregan's jaw clenched so hard he feared for his teeth. His voice was a hushed whisper, but still held furiously to it, "Watch your words."
Y/n held Cregan's shoulder, "Let us not do this here."
Aemond smirked with Cregan sighed and leaned back in his chair.
When Viserys was escorted from the room due to his pain, Y/n decided to leave as well, and Cregan behind her.
They claimed a pregnancy illness and Rhaenyra smirked, knowing she'd used the same card many times.
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Cregan helped her into bed, "I don't understand their need to crawl under everyone's skin like beetles."
She sighed, "They've never known life outside of a castle, Cregan. They've never been told no, and they never will. It's best to let it go."
"They mock us both. My name has been through dirt, blood, and tears, and I do not care, but yours?" He scoffed, "I will not stand by the next time you are mocked."
"It is only for a little while longer," she rebutted.
"Know that I do this for you, and only you, my love."
She smiled, "That's all I ask."
âŠ
"The north has done a number on you, really," Aegon said as he appeared at her side.
She tilted her head, "I don't know what you mean."
He shrugged, "You'reâŠ" he then gestured his arms widely. "I dunno⊠well indulged?"
She pushed down the tears that welled up in her eyes, "Why do you care?"
He scoffed and leaned in towards her, "You know how many friends of mine asked for whores that looked like you? Many."
"And?"
"And?" He asked mockingly. "And? Who wants to fuck a whore that looks like you now?"
Her jaw went slack for a moment, completely shocked by his words.Â
Finally, with now watery eyes, she spoke. "You're the worst kind of man, Aegon."
"Oh? And what kind is that?"
A sudden punch came from nowhere, landing on Aegon's jaw and sending him to the ground.Â
Cregan stood over the man's body, a predatory look in his eyes and a murderous tone in his voice, "One that can't defend his fucking words."
Y/n pulled Cregan back, "Stop!"
He wanted to fight against her, but he knew better. His shoulders rolled back and he stood tall.Â
She cursed under her breath as she took in exactly what had unfolded, "They could have your head for this, Cregan."
"Only if your brother wishes to defend his words against me again," Cregan scoffs as he looks down at the man.
Aegon sits up and huffs, wiping his nose that begins to leak blood. "Northern brute-"
"-Aegon!" She reprimands.Â
Cregan glared at Aegon for a while, then scoffed and walked off a few steps to calm himself.
Aegon stands on shaky legs as he glares at his sister, "I liked you better when you lacked a guard dog."
Cregan immediately turned back to the man with a look that said he was ready to murder him. As he stepped forward, Aegon stepped back as he began to regret his words.
"Take me to our chambers, Cregan," she lightly pleaded.Â
The wolf of the north only stared for a while before nodding, "Lead the way."
She sighed as she gave a final look to her brother. "Clean yourself up. You look like shit."
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Standing behind Rhaenyra, Y/n and Cregan whispered idly to Daemon when someone would comment something out of hand.Â
Luke's legitimacy was coming into question, and though the Starks knew the truth, they would not dare pry the inheritance from the boy's hands. That was not their place. So next to Daemon they stood as petitions were made to and against him.
Daemon leaned in to speak to Y/n, "how far along did you say you were?"
"Eight moons now," she whispered back.
Daemon let out a surprised grunt. "You're to have the child here then? That seems unlike you."
"Uncle, my father insisted I come, and I have. Whether the child is born in the North or the South, it is a Targaryen and Stark all the same."
He smiled lightly, "I suppose you're right. If you wish for someone to accompany Lord Stark to the dragon pit to choose a proper egg for the child, only say the word."
Cregan, who had been listening quietly, now leaned in, "I am to choose an egg?"
"It is tradition," she explained. "It can be before, during, or after the birth, but the father chooses the egg. If⊠If you would wish to continue that tradition."
He grinned, "I'd be delighted to try."
When Vaemond Valaryon stepped up forward to speak his mind, the Starks quieted.Â
He spoke in anger, trying to take Luke's right.Â
Y/n looked past him to her mother and siblings.Â
Aegon looked like he'd rather be doing anything else. He didn't care the outcome of this ordeal. Aemond watched intensely with his one eye, taking in every detail. And Helaena⊠sweet Helaena.Â
She needed to visit her and the children soon.
"And her children areâŠ" Vaemond paused.
The room stilled.
"Say it," Daemon whispered under his breath.
"Her children are BASTARDS!" He screamed.
Y/n jumped back in surprise as Cregan's steady hands caught her waist.
"And she. Is. a. Whore." Vaemond finished.
The air in the room stilled and became stuffy as the tension reached an all time high.
Viserys stood on unstable legs as he unsheathed his dagger, "I will have⊠your tongue for this."
A sudden slice moved through the air, and half of Vaemond's head was gone.
Blood splattered across the ones' nearest, meaning the Starks. Cregan let out an annoyed grunt.
"He can keep his tongue," Daemon said proudly as he lowered his sword.
Y/n rested a hand over her swollen stomach with a shaky hand, trying to ignore the blood that began to seep into her clothes.Â
Cregan leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Are you alright?"
"I⊠I want to go," she shuddered back.
He nodded, looking around as the crowd began to whisper amongst themselves. He held a hand firmly against her back as she became to let out an uncomfortable whine.
"Cregan, please," she whispered.
"Alright. Alright, let's go, my love," he said as he tried to move her through the crowd.
But her legs faltered as she let out a pained noise.
He caught her in panic, "Are you in pain?"
"The babeâŠ"
No longer caring for proper manners, Cregan stood tall and looked over the crowd. "MOVE!" He yelled out.
The people quieted and moved as Cregan helped his wife through the room and out of the doors.
Alicent only saw a brief glimpse of her daughter's silver hair go through the doors, and she was on edge. She ran through the crowd to follow behind them.
He held onto his wife's arm with one hand and held her waist with the other, trying to support her as they moved to their chambers.
Y/n let out a gasp, and her water broke.
Alicent caught up to them and grabbed her daughter's other arm. "It's alright. You're alright." She turned to a servant and ordered him to get the maester.Â
Sweat began to break out of the poor woman's forehead as the weight of what is happening began to settle.Â
Once on her bed, Cregan refused to move from her side, Alicent as well. Alicent rubbed soothingly across her daughter's forehead as Cregan paced at the foot of the bed.
The maester and midwives came quickly, immediately moving to the woman in labor.
"My lord, it is best if you remain outside," one of them said.
Cregan's brows furrowed in confusion. "Out⊠Outside?"
Alicent chipped in, "It is tradition. The husband waits outside of the doors."
He stared at Y/n in thought. Tradition. How that word weighed on them like boulders.Â
"Alright."
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He tried to ignore the sounds of her cries as he stood in the corridor.Â
Nothing could ease his worries.Â
In the North, it was not uncommon to be by their wife's side.Â
This was unusual to him.
"My lord," a midwife questioned as she poked her head from the room.
His eyes widened, "Is she alright?"
"The child is⊠having trouble, my lord."
That was Cregan's greatest fear. The maester in Winterfell had spent endless hours with Cregan to determine a plan for if such a thing were to occur. Now he was without a plan entirely.
"Alright?" He finally breathed.
"What do you wish for us to do?"
"What options do I have?" He spoke barely above a whisper.
The midwife gave him an empathetic look. "We can cut the child out-"
"-No." He was quick with his answer, the very thought of taking a blade to her seeming the greatest sin he could commit.
"Um⊠it will be painful, but we can help her force the child out."
"Is that safe for her?"
The midwife shrugged lightly, "More than any other option I can give you."
He nodded.
She gave a weak smile and moved back into the room, but Cregan caught the door before it closed and forced his way in.
At the sight of his wife, he felt as if a blade went into his own stomach.
She was crying in pain, the midwives forcing her hips down as she tried to move away from the pain, as if that was possible.
At the sight of him, her entire face relaxed, "CreganâŠ"
He moved to her side, "I'm here. How can I help?"
Alicent glared slightly at him.Â
"They won't⊠I can'tâŠ" Y/n whimpered out.
"They won't what?" He looked up to Alicent, "What are they doing?"
"She wishes to get up. We cannot have her standing," she explained.
Cregan was thrown off by that. "She cannot? W⊠Why ever not?" When in labor with him, Cregan's mother was said to have walked the length of Winterfell 3x over.Â
"It hurts⊠please, CreganâŠ"Â
He nodded as his expression hardened. "Let her stand."
The maester shook his head, "She is nearing the labor. She should not-"
"-She wishes to stand. She will stand."
Alicent spoke up. "Lord Stark-"
"-This is my wife and child. If she wishes to walk, then she will," he barked.Â
A fire lit behind the queen's eyes. "She will not."
The midwives watched the tension grow.
Finally, Cregan calmly reached down and began to help his wife sit up.
Alicent cursed under her breath and grabbed Cregan's wrist in an effort to stop him.
Cregan's eyes slowly moved up to Alicent's face as anger began to overcome him.Â
But she was first to speak. "You are no longer in the North. You abide by our traditions when you are here."
He'd heard enough of that word for a lifetime.Â
His words came out sharper than he intended, but he cared little to soften them. "Your family is made of vipers and cutthroats. When I take my wife and child back to Winterfell, it will truly be a miracle if you ever see them again, for I will not let her sit and be neglected and tormented. I am a brute, but I am not without heart. Now, Let. Go."
Alicent reluctantly let go.
Cregan helped Y/n sit, and she immediately felt relief. "I want to walk," she panted.
He nodded, practically holding her up as she stood. "We will walk the corridor and return." His voice had no room for argument.
Once they paced the corridor a few times, she was returned to the bed, only to find that Alicent had left. Cregan only cared about it when he noticed the tinge of sadness that moved over his laboring wife.
But he was quick to fill the gap. As she moved back to the bed, Cregan sat behind her and held her against his chest, messaging anywhere that began to ache.
The labor came soon after that. Cregan held her close as she screamed in pain and gripped his wrists. She surely left bruises.
"The babe is crowning, princess," the midwife exclaimed. "Keep pushing."
The pain came in waves that made her see white.Â
Cregan began to panic when the midwives gave one another a look. "What?"
"She is not pushing hard enough."
Y/n began to cry in frustration.
"She is pushing," Cregan sighed. "What else is there to do?"
One of them reached up and began to push on her stomach, prompting the princess to cry harder as the pain multiplied.Â
"Allow me," Cregan shifted her in his hold and carefully placed his hands where the midwife had, slowly applying pressure to the same place.
As Y/n screamed and cried, Cregan placed assuring kisses against her neck and cheek and whispered calming words to her. "You're doing well."
If the pain had not been so bad, she may have blushed.
âŠ
Cregan held the baby close to his chest as his wife slept.
"My lord," a servant finally entered and interrupted the silence. "The queen has requested to see the child."
An annoyed feeling washed over the man. Of course, she wished to.Â
The servant took note of his changed demeanor, "I can take-"
"-No," he countered. "I will go myself. Should my wife awaken in my absence, give her anything she desires."
His heavy feet stormed from the room and he walked to the queen's chambers.
Alicent turned and shock overcame her. "Lord Stark. I did not expect you to-"
"-Neither did I."
The two stared at one another for a moment before Alicent's eyes wandered to the bundle in the large lord's arms. "Healthy?"
"The very picture."
She nodded, unsure of what to say next.
"A boy," Cregan stated.
"A boy?" Alicent whispered. Any thoughts of annoyance were past to her, and she walked to the lord and eagerly looked at the child.
The baby was indeed the picture of health. Bright purple eyes looked up at the two. Dark hair sat atop his head.
"He's quite northern," she stated.
"Indeed." Cregan was sure she meant it as an insult, but he could care less. The thought of such a gift as a northern boy filled him with pride.Â
"Congratulations, Lord Stark."
He nodded. "Your daughter is fine as well."
Alicent moved away from Cregan and sat down. "That is a blessing. To all of us. She will be a perfect mother."
"Aye, she will."
The tension between the two was evident, but they wouldn't let it dull the excitement of the newest addition to the line.
"I should return to my wife."
"Please, do."
Cregan moved to the door.
"Lord Stark?" She asked.
"Yes?"
Alicent stared at him and then the babe. "Thank you. For caring for her. And now him. You are a better man than most."
Cregan sighed. It wasn't a compliment, but it was something. "Thank you, my queen. She will want for nothing until my dying breath."
"This is all I wished for her."
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