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⧠âââ CHOKEHOLD ⧠âââ CW: CORSET, ORAL SEX (F.REC), FINGERING, DOM(?)!FELIX, UNPROTECTED SEX, SCRATCHING, G-SPOT STIMULATION, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CREAM PIE, ⧠âââ WC: 1.8K
     There wasnât always a war between the Solar and Lunar Kingdoms. Disagreements and minor issues here and there, yes. But only in the last few years did Y/nâs fatherâ the king of the Lunar Kingdomâdeem the Solar Kingdom their enemy. She remembered the night vividly.
     It was supposed to be a celebration in Spring court. One of two major territories that belonged to the Lunar Kingdom. It was the turn of the season. From winter to spring and all courtsâ Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumnâ were in attendance along with Solar and Lunar Kingdoms.Â
     Everything seemed fine the entire night. Dinner, socializing, and even dancing was fine. Or maybe she should have paid more attention. She was busy. It wasnât often she got to see the fae she was fated to.Â
     Between her responsibilities as princess and Felixâs responsibilities as prince and next in line for Solarâs throne, they didnât see much of each other except at formal events like this.Â
     âYou look gorgeous tonight,â Felix complimented as he danced with her. Having just switched partners from Jisung â the Duke of Autumn courtâ to Felix.Â
     âThank you,â Y/n smiledÂ
     âAny word from your father on Solarâs proposal?â Felix questioned
     âNo. I know he and my brother were discussing it. Donât know what the outcome was.â
     Both heirs werenât blind to the fact their kingdoms werenât entirely friends. Resources were always the main fight between them. Last time Felix had visited Y/nâ well her kingdom â on official business, he had mentioned to her that he proposed to his and her father and advisors that if the two heirs were to marry then the fighting would stop. Their realm could have peace.
     âHopefully itâs a good one,â Felix asked
     âI hope so too. Iâm tired of only seeing each other at events.â
     âWe should make the most of it then.â
     The two royals made their way out of the ballroom and walked down the halls of Spring Manor. Finding themselves out in the back garden, moonlight bathing them and blooming the spring flowers as the winter flowers fell from their stems.
     âDo you think we should have told our families about our fates?â Felix asked
     âNo, you know how my father is when anyone brings up fate,â Y/n responded
     âYeah. Even if I barely pay attention.â
     âBecause you distract easily.â
     âItâs easy to be distracted when youâre naked in my bed, princess.â
     âThen donât ask me those questions, prince.â
     Felix smiled as he stood in front of her, stopping them from their walk and holding her hips, âSpeaking of beds, is the Lunar princess staying in Spring Manor tonight?â
     âI am. I take it you are too?â
     âIndeed I am.â
     The two royals quickly made their way out of the garden, the south entrance of the manor closer and where her room was. The two quickly and quietly got to her room and locked the door.Â
     Felix cupped her face in his hands and pressed his warm lips to hers. Y/n smiled against his lips as she held his waist, slowly walking back to the bed. The prince turned then and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto his lap.
     âMissed you,â Y/n whispered against his lips
     âMissed you too,â Felix mumbled, hands moving to undo the corset of her dress, slowly pulling the strings loose.Â
     Y/n helped him pull her dress off before she stripped him of his suit. All materials of their formal wear falling to the floor or mattress behind them. Felix laid back with her on top before gently rolling her over, pinning her onto the mattress, and moving his lips down her neck and body
     âLix,â Y/n whined
     âBeen too long. Let me worship you for a while, princess.â
     Felix didnât let her get another word, kissing further down her torso and pulling her legs over his shoulders. Pretty lips wrapping around her clit, gently sucking on the bud and flicking it with his tongue. Y/n moaned as he held her thighs tight. Not daring to move them from his shoulders.Â
     âLix,â Y/n moaned as her fingers tangled in his blond hair. The prince made a small noise below but didnât let up, now on a mission.
     The prince took one hand off her thigh and slipped one finger into her. Y/n covered her mouth, hiding her moans from anybody who was maybe passing by. No one â except their advisors who handled their mailâ knew the two royals were together. No one in Y/nâs family knew about her secret relationship with the prince of Solar. She just hoped her father would accept his marriage proposal and he could believe the relationship was his choosing. All she hoped was one day sheâd wake up with Felix instead of cold beds after their rendezvous.Â
     The princess bit her lips and tipped her head back as her walls clenched around his finger. Felix hummed to himself in contempt as he felt her squeeze his finger. Slipping another finger in her she begged for more which seemed to do the job. Walls pulsing around his fingers as he lapped at her clit. Groaning and holding her down with one hand as her hips rocked against his face. He held her and kept rubbing all the right spots before she came on his fingers.Â
     Y/n arched her back against him as she rode out high before crashing against the mattress. Felix pulled away from her and cleaned off his fingers before hovering over her. Kissing her cheeks, âFeeling alright there princess?â he asked in his deep voice
     âMhm,â Y/n nodded as a chill ran down her spine. There always was one when he spoke to her in his deepest voice
     âDoes my needy princess need more or are you side for the night?â he asked her
     âMore,â Y/n begged
     âYou never need to beg. Just ask,â Felix reminded her as he sat back and wrapped her legs around his hips. Y/n looked down at the prince. Watching him push his blond hair out of his face and lined himself up at her entrance. Slowly pushing in and giving her as much time as she needed to get used to him again.Â
     Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. âMissed you,â Y/n whispered as he slowly pulled back and pushed in
     âI missed you too.â Felix pressed his lips to hers again. His arms moved under her body and held her close to him. Hips moved skillfully, capturing her moans in his mouth as she captured his.Â
     âTake me back with you this time, please.â Y/n begged
     âI wish I could darling.â Felix groaned, hips picking up pace slightly.
     Y/n moaned as his tip just grazed that perfect spot inside her. âThere! Right there Lix.â
     Felix acknowledged her words and shifted his position just a little to push further in and hit that spot inside her where she begged to be hit. Pushing her legs up just a bit more as well. His hands slid under her thighs to do so. The princess gasped when the position hit right where she needed him. Her hands moved down his back before her nails were crawling back up. Eliciting a deep groan from him and cursing under his breath.
     Y/n smiled to herself at his reaction before the thought left her head and focused back on how the prince was making her feel. Pushing her further into pleasure before her whole body was consumed with it.Â
     âFuck,â Felix groaned as she clenched around him, riding out her second orgasm.
     He waited until he felt her unclench and sink into the mattress before he sat up a bit more and pushed her legs down just a bit more, thrusting into her as fast as he could. Her moans and whines helping him get off quicker. Pushing deep into her and letting his cum paint her walls.Â
     He gave himself a few seconds before pulling her legs down to pulled out of her. Felix gave her a quick kiss on her lips before making his way to the ensuite bathroom she had and grabbed a cloth to clean her up and then discarded it in the bathroom before climbing into the bed with her. Pulling the covers over them.Â
     âI want to wake up like this,â Y/n grumbled as she wrapped her arms around the princeâs waistÂ
     âSo do I darling,â Felix sighed and kissed the top of her head.
     Both knew they couldnât. Who knows what would happen if someone found them in their position.Â
     So many days they wished and wrote how they wanted to wake up next to the other. No more sneaking around. Felix himself was trying to do everything in his power to make that dream a reality. At this point, he didnât care if it hurt him or he lost sleepâ which he most certainly hadâ over it.Â
     He would give anything in the realm to have her by his side. Even giving up his throne.Â
     Y/n had paid so much attention to her lover that she had completely dismissed her family. She never saw her father talking to Felixâs father. Nor the building temper he had before leaving the ballroom. Now back home she watched soldiers in the courtyard prepare for war. Her father and brother in front of them.Â
     âYou got a letter,â Seungmin, her personal advisor, alerted her.
     âFrom him?â Y/n asked, grabbing the folded paper from his hands. Seeing Felixâs signature stamp.Â
     âWhy would I hand it straight to you otherwise?â
     She quickly read through the letter. Solar was preparing for war too. He would be heading Solarâs front with his advisor â Chan. Worry quickly building in her gut. She had overheard her father and brother talking about the future king leading the front line and she knew just how Minho fought. Sheâd seen him practice and heard how the guards spoke about his skills.Â
     Scared for her lovers like she started forming the later in her head as she quickly walked to her room, Stringing following not far behind.Â
     âI should warn you itâs going to be hard to get the letter out. Your fathers talking about refusing any mail in or out of the kingdom. Only allowing messages from allies?â Seungmin warned herÂ
      As far as she knew, the costs were still up in area about the war, almost refusing to pick a side. But she has overheard her brother and Jisung of Autumn court discussing troops to send from autumn court to the kingdom.
     âFuck,â She cursed under her breath
     âLanguage, princess,â Seungmin teased her
     âI am not in the mood for the reading right now, Kim Seungmin,â Y/n warned him
     âApologies.â
     âDo whatever you can to get my letters to Felix, understood? I donât care if you're going behind my father and brothers back.â
     âUnderstood.â
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In Other Words, I Love the Real You
Desc: Princess Peach expected to merely entertain royalty and agree on an alliance with this king. Nothing more. What she didn't expect was how easily she'd fall for King Bowser when he actually was the better version of himself in this disguise.
Rated: 18+
Words: 5,619K
A/N: Story commission for @untoldsoup! Keep in mind, this is not canon to his awesome comic works he makes! It was a fun idea he commissioned me to write, and I was so excited to write for this! đ
I used Bowser's name over Koopa in the beginning, as Bowser didn't get his true name in the series till later.
Artwork by @untoldsoup!
Princess Peach was hardly a stranger to entertaining guests of nobility, but this letter came promptly out of nowhere in regards to a king wishing to have a moment of her time when it came to him and his people. She made certain her crown was in place, eyeing Toadsworth out of the corner of her eye.Â
âYou said his name was King Bowser?â The princess couldn't help but feel that name sounded a bit sinister. Maybe it was no thanks in kind to how many kings about the many worlds were hardly kind people.Â
But she had to remember never to judge a book by its coverâin this caseâit would be his title. It would be the kingâs caliber she would judge over whatever exchange would take place.
âIndeed, Your Highness! Says he comes from a far off kingdom to which heâŠfailed to mention in his letter.â Toadsworth couldn't help but find that a bit odd. Normally royalty would state where they hailed from.
âInterestingâŠâ Her words trailed off, gloved hand to her cheek in thought. âIt would be wise that I do not enter this discussion ill-equipped then.â It was there she headed for her bedroom door, finding herself properly prepared for the meeting.
Toadsworth scurried after her, staying in pace with her every move to the best of his mobility. âYou read my mind then, princess. While I would like to believe the best in everyone, it is better we have some power ups nearby in case this is another scheme of sorts.â
She smiled down at her adviser. âLet us hope we are overreacting at any rate, but pleaseâdo see to it that the guards are prepared, and I at least have a fire flower at my disposal.â
Taking to her throne nearly an hour later, she anxiously awaited for whoever was to greet her. Would it be another trap? She had grown tired of those. All of her thoughts were drowned out when one of her Toads bowed before her to announce this kingâs arrival.
âThe Mushroom Kingdom proudly welcomes King Bowser and his advisor, Taika the Wise.â
The doors opened, having Princess Peach on the edge of her seat as the light from outside blinded her ability to see who was truly entering the throne room. Soon, the light subsided, allowing her to take in the sight of the two visitors.
They were human. Their figures said that much, but the advisor was a bit harder to see. They were hunched over with a gnarled wooden staff that they used to walk (or so it seemed). A blue, hooded robe covered most of their form, but she could tell they had a white beard with wild white hair to match. That made it impossible for her to even see his face.
But that was hardly the face she cared to examine after a point. This King Bowser caught her sight right away. His red hair was hypnotizing at first glance, but his eyes, holding a power all on their own, stole her attention away with ease. Noting that only a cape seemed to dress his upper half, she tried to still her desire to point it out.
For all she knew, it could be a clothing choice in their kingdom. It was best not to ask and offend him.
But as Peachâs eyes scanned him for anything out of the ordinary, it was there that a spiked shell on his left shoulder made her heart squeeze in fear. It reminded her so much of the Koopa Kingâs. Her fingers curled ever slightly on the throneâs armrest, doing her all to remain professional as she watched him bow.
âPrincess Peach, it is an honor to be here before you.â Bowser waited so long to approach her in such a neutral way for what felt like years. Now with this magical crown that allowed him to dawn the appearance of one of her own kind and Kamekâs powers at his side to hide away his horns at least, everything was so much easier.
He felt like a new being all together.
âGreetings, King Bowser. You may rise.â When he did so, she too took to her feet and headed down the steps to find herself face-to-face with this foreign king. âHowever, I must say that I am a bit saddened to not read where you hail from.â
Even if her tone was playful, Bowser couldn't help but recoil a bit hoping she wouldn't mention that part. His attention shifted down to his advisor, feeling their eyes staring at him from even the darkness of the hood. It was a voiceless means of encouragement. That would do.
âI preferred to have said it to you in person, my Lady. What fun could be had if I told you everything in the letter?â He opened his hand, hoping she would take it and not be repulsed as she often acted around him. âOtherwise, my journey here would have been meaningless.â
Peach cocked a brow at his confession, a small smile forming upon her beautiful lips. âYou have quite the way with words, Your Majesty.â Her hand slid within his, which prompted the king to kiss the back of her hand. Her heart fluttered, never expecting such a gesture.
âBut to answer your question, I hail from the far east. Itâs known as the Piranhabons Kingdom.â It was a bold statement to make, all things considered. But Petey wasn't there to whine about it, and Bowser wasn't blindâhe saw her looking at the spiked shell on his shoulder earlier.
âPiranha?â Peachâs fingers touched upon her lips in thought. âSo Iâm assuming your kingdom tends to have quite a few piranha plants?â
Bowser wondered the better way to go about this, without bringing so many eyes upon him into the mix. He could proudly say most Toads were hardly clever, but it was Toadsworth he worried over. Even now, he could feel that old man staring at him in a way as if to hope the king would slip up.
âMay I ask that we continue to talk about such matters elsewhere?â He looked about the castleâs throne room, finding it to be as lavish as ever. Still, it felt a bit suffocating to say the least. âYou could give me a tour of your castle or your kingdom.â
Peach let a small laugh slip from her painted lips. âThe kingdom might take awhile, so, castle it is.â
The Koopa King felt like heâd be pushing his luck if he tried to ask to hold her hand or anything like that again. But he couldn't deny how nice it felt to actually be able to kiss even the back of it like that. She didn't contort her face in such a way that made it look as though she wished she could squash him.
To say it felt nice was an understatement.
Stepping to the side, Bowser bowed with his arms motioning for her to lead the way. While he could easily say he knew these walls inside and out like his own, it would be nice to see what she herself had to say about it all.Â
âTaikaâŠâ It was so odd calling Kamek that, but he insisted on the name. âStay here and keep Princess Peachâs advisor entertained.â
âI have a better plan,â Peach interjected. âToadsworth, why don't you show Taika around? I am sure he would appreciate it.â
There was something in the old Toadâs expression that would assume he would have much preferred to stay beside the princess. While he could hardly do anything to protect her, he would rather be certain that he was at least some sort of obstacle to keep evildoers from attacking her.
âI, umm.. As you wish, Your Highness.â
The moment she opened the doors and headed through the winding hallways, she playfully smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at the king. âAlright. Weâre out of prying ears and eyesâŠâ
Those beginning words made him tense. Did she actually figure him out?! How could it have failed?! The disguise was perfect!
â...Tell me a bit more about yourself,â Peach concluded, putting Bowser a bit more at ease.
He rubbed the side of his neck, sighing out his relief. âOh, wellâŠto answer your first question, there are quite a few different species of piranha plants out where I rule. The usual fair take up my castle grounds, though. And the Megasmilax is more like a guard of mine.â
Bowser was relieved that he managed to run himself through this speech idea back at home. He knew he couldn't sell the thought of being a king from a foreign land if he didn't jot down a few notes about this fictitious world he came from.
Peach inhaled sharply at the name. âMegasmilax?! I remember that creature not far from my own castle! It nearly took it over, had it not been for the Mario Brothers.â She inched a bit closer to Bowser, curious as to how he even managed to keep such a powerful thing under his command. âAre you certain you arenât just being held captive, Your Majesty?â
He laughed at her playful tone, which clung to her question. âOf course, he is a bit of a handful, but once you manage to keep piranhas under control and treat them well enough, they return the favor.â Bowser tried to shrug it all off as though it were hardly anything huge.
It was there her attention returned to the spiked shell upon his shoulder. âI couldn't help but notice your rather interesting attire choice.â
âAh. That.â He had to think of a story. Quickly. Unless she wanted to visit, he should be in the clear to lie about a few things here and there. âIt came from a Spiny Boss typeâwe have quite a few of those Spinies in my kingdom. They can prove to be quite a handful.â
It was disheartening to talk down about his own people now and again. Yes, they could be slackers and some could rightfully get on his nerves, but a lot of them were hard workers.Â
Princess Peach could hear the odd sorrow buried in his tone when he spoke of such a thing. âOh. I see. Perhaps it is for the better we get down to business, shall we? What has brought you to my kingdom at such a short notice? You said it was urgent.â
Bowser cleared his throat as he gazed upon her without fear.
Without fear⊠how odd it was to admit that he was nervous to look upon her with such confidence once more. Eyes were usually the window to the soul, or so he remembered the princess herself warning him sometime ago. The last thing he wanted to do was give her too much of a peek inside of him. She mustn't see the true monster inside.
But even just then, he found it almost difficult to look away. To say she was beautiful almost felt insulting. There had to be a better word for it, but if there was, it always escaped his grasp.
âI heard you have problems with the monstrous turtle king from the Darklands.â He was trying so hard not to insult himself too much, but he really had to offer the thought that he was there to help in some manner.
Peach rolled her eyes. âYeah, the Koopa King. He can indeed be quite an annoyance.â
Bowser flinched, as those words hit harder than any attack Mario could even dare land on him. âHe seems quite persistent, or so I was told from my area of the world.â
After all of the wandering, Peach managed to find her way towards one of the balconies that allowed her to see out and about her glorious kingdom. Her gloved hands gripped the marble handrail while attempting to push the fear from her mind. âHe is, but I must askâŠâ She stalled for a moment, turning to look at Bowser with a raise of her brow. â...what exactly do you hope to bring to my army?â
âMagic and strength,â Bowser answered without hesitation. âWhile my own advisor is well versed in magic abilities, I am able to handle such powers as well. They even exceed his.â
âMay I ask what kind of magic it is?â
âAttack magic, among many other types.â He avoided the use of saying black magic, or he knew that might give him away. Maneuvering his fingers above his palm, he was able to conjure up a flower in his possession.
While Kamek and even Junior needed special items to call upon the magic they used, Bowser hardly needed any of that. Not to say heâd turn down any magical item that could asset him, as it could easily amplify his powers. With the rose in his possession, it was there he offered it boldly over towards the princess.
Peach looked at the gift with such confusion that Bowser worried he may have overdone it. But the expression swiftly melted into a sweet softness that encouraged the tension within him to relax.
She accepted the gift, bringing it to her nose with a pleasant hum at the aroma. âVery well, my King.â Peach kept the gift close to her chest. âI will gladly accept this proposal of yours. But still, I must say, I know so very little of your kingdom.â She thought about where to take this conversation next. âHow about we talk about this all over dinner? Just you and me. Nobody else.â
Bowserâs gasp was hardly quiet, as his excitement bubbled up within him. Fist to his chest, he bowed. âIt would be such an honor and a pleasure, my Lady.â
Princess Peach shook her head at his gestures. âThereâs no need for formality anymore, King Bowser. Just call me Peach.â Her gloved hand touched upon his shoulder, lighting a fire within him that was hard to ignore. âAnd thereâs no need to bow either. I promise, itâs alright.â
For the first time in forever, he smiled in return. âThen yeah. Same for me. Please, just call me Bowser.â
âBowser it is then.â Her fingers twirled about the rose, reminding herself it would be for the better that she put the flower somewhere safe. Even if it was spawned by magic. âOne of my guards will take you to a spare room in my castle.â It was there she turned and headed back inside. Beckoning to one of the Toads, she relayed the orders to him before her eyes laid upon the king once more. âI am to assume youâll be staying the night at the very least?â
He was so lost in her vision. Never had he been able to be so close to her without her recoiling in utter fear or disgust. She was looking at him as though he were her equal. If he could cherish this moment forever, he would.
Peach found his silence odd, making her worry he may have been offended by the offer. âBowser?â
All it took was her soothing tone to beckon to him. âY-Yes! Of course. I would think a week would be more than long enough, if thatâs not too much of a burden.â
Peach smiled, shaking her head. âNo trouble at all. I will see you at dinner then, Bowser.â
Bowser and Kamek reunited, making their way to the lavish bedroom they would be allowed for their week stay. The entire room was a beautiful white marble with power star designs tucked away at the top of some of the pillars. A rug was the only thing separating the two canopy beds, making it appear as though it perhaps were an extra bedroom for some visiting royalty.
When the doors closed, leaving them alone, Kamek hurried to his kingâs side. âA week?!â he asked in a raised whisper. âSire, I appreciate your dedication to your heart, but⊠it would be wise to make certain we donât test the limits of this power! That crown could possibly only do so much!â
Bowser was careful when he touched the Super Crown, not wishing for it to be removed so soon. âItâs fine, Kamek,â he grumbled, trying to ignore the old manâs worrisome attitude. âI know what I am doing. Besides, you have magic that can spawn a better bed fit for my actual sizeâdon't you?â
The old wizard sighed, nodding. âOf course I do. But thatâs beside the point! If you truly wish to have the princessâ heart, it is wise you donât push things too far too soon. We still need to have moments to return home. What if the crown is akin to a power up? You could take damage or the power could be exhausted to where you could return to your actual self before her!â
âI know the risks!â The King roared angrily, prompting Kamek to be silenced. âBut, it would take quite a bit of strength to ever wound me and release any hold a power up could be placed on me. As for its limits, magic can rest just as we do,â Bowser insisted with a low growl accompanying his words.
Kamek could sense he had lost a part of the king somewhere down the line. It made him feel dreadful. Bowser was no doubt drunk on the very thought of having Peach for himself. âI must say, I am surprised you granted her your true name.â
Pushing from the bed he had sat upon, Bowser made it over towards the vanity in the bedroom. âI know.â Again, he was trying not to be mean to his own adopted father in the matter, but to say he was intoxicated on the day would be putting it mildly. âI know what they say⊠that there is power in a name, and no matter where you are, magic can easily reach you to do more harm should anybody in this world have it.â
It was there he boldly removed the crown to watch as he turned back into the giant, hulking beast that laid underneath it all. Smoke huffed through his nostrils as he continued.
âBut if I trust anybody with my true name, it would be her.â His brow furrowed, staring down his reflection that he still saw as imperfect. âBesides, I am no coward. I will tear apart any and all who dare try to take me down.â
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That one week became far longer, as the king couldn't help himself when it came to entertaining the princess in hopes to obtain her heart. He did everything he could to distract her and her peoplesâ minds whenever he had to actually go back to the Darklands to tend to something. Never did he want a sliver of the truth to bubble to the surface.
The Koopa King couldn't help but enjoy the stories he fed her. While not all of what he said was fictitious, he left a good bit of the lava part out when it came to his kingdom. That should be enough to throw her off from the truth underneath it all.
âAll these talks about how you have such gorgeous cherry blossom trees and a pond full of multicolored Cheep CheepsâŠit makes me wish I could have a moment to spend with you in your kingdom.â
Hearing Peach say such a thing, the king swallowed his fear. âMore than anything I would love to, but now would be a bad time.â
He was running out of excuses. Even with having his troops at his side under their own illusion veil, Bowser was worried when the cover might be blown. The Koopas were awful at trying to act like humans. To excuse away their awful hunched over position, he just said the majority had been through a lot, but were still willing to fight.
Peach gave him a playful side eye, sighing shortly after as she knew another excuse was coming. âAnd how will the Mushroom Kingdom protect yours if I am left in the dark as to where it could truly be? Would you not wish to have a warp pipe put in place so we could always be connected?â
All the things he dreamed of her saying were being spoken before him, and yet, he had to keep denying her. It made him frown, thinking of the best way to talk to her about things he really wanted to know.
âPrincess, may I be personal with you for a moment?â He reached over, taking her hand within his own. Over the many days they had spent together, Peach had warmed up to the thought of this strange king holding her hand in such a way. There was not a single part of her that fought him on the gesture.
She tilted her head, fingers gripping his own hand rather tightly as if to offer some form of reassurance. âI am listening.â
They were alone in the royal courtyard. That would be enough.Â
âI was curiousâseeing as Iâve heard why the Koopa King continued to speak with you so oftenâis there a reason you do not return his love?â He tried not to sound so defeated asking that, but his expression faltered all the same. Bowser worried what her answer may be.
Peach sighed, as if frustrated to be confronted with such a question. Her hand slid from his as she ventured over towards the fountain not far from where they stood. Gazing down at her reflection, she blew a sigh out of the corner of her lips. âThat beast thinks that forcing me to love him will do any good to the two of us.â
Bowser bit back the desire to tell her that it was the only way to get her alone. Hearing the title of âbeastâ made his heart twist in agony. âSounds to me like you view him on the outside as a monster.â
âHe is a monster to me because of the way he behaves!â Peach snapped, as if offended the king would think her to be so shallow. She turned, hand upon her bejeweled chest as she continued, âThe Koopa King could look like any creature in this world, and I would gladly consider his love, if he wasn't so selfish and stubborn!âÂ
âAnd⊠what about me? Have I been a monster to you these past several weeks?â
Peach found the question odd as she approached him, grabbing his hands to hold them tightly. âWhy would you ever think that? Itâs been a delight to get to hear about you and your people.â
The truth hit him far harder than he expected. Breathless, he found himself fighting over the thought of just keeping the crown in place and ignoring his past life. But one way or another, he and herself would have to face the truth.
âI wish I could continue with this.â His tone was heavy with defeat as the desire to be honest was eagerly winning out. Moving his hands from hers, he took a few steps back. âBut, will you continue to believe me if I told you that I love you too much to continue this lie?â
âBowserâŠ?â
His fingertips reluctantly grabbed the Super Crown, removing it from his head to allow the illusion to fully melt awayâKamekâs powers as well. The sight of it made Peach recoil in horror as she backed away in fear of what he would dare try to do with her now.
âYouâŠ!â
It was a nightmare. Her eyes no longer held joy and admirationâthey, once again, held nothing but fear and disgust. She was gawking at him with such horror that all the beautiful moments the two spent together were melting away into oblivion. He couldn't help but feel as though she lied. That it was indeed this version of him that she hated.
Maybe if he were a beautiful human king⊠this would all be differentâŠ
âForgive me. I canât stand to see you looking at me like this. I promise to merely grab my things and leave.â Bowser placed the crown back upon his head, making it easier for him to flee from the scene without drawing attention to himself.
Peach could hardly get a word out to him as he seemed to run back to the castle in hopes to warn Kamek and see to it that his people as well left and were all safe. She hurried after him, calling for the guards to see to it that her own swiftly put in place plan could be set in motion before it was too late.
Bowser just needed to make sure that Kamek was at least the first one out. While he knew that the old wizard could handle himself, Bowser still would prefer to be the last one to head back home in case something went wrong.
There was no knock at the door. It merely swung open as Peach made her way inside. âYou ran off before I even had a moment to talk to you.â
âYour voiceless expression said enough.â
âI was in shock!â Peach insisted, grabbing his hand to make him stop with the nonsense. âYou lied to meâŠSo what else did you lie to me about? Were all those sweet things you said to me a lie as well?â
Bowser recoiled in disgust. âOf course not! I meant every single one of them!â He huffed through his nostrils. âIn fact, Iâve said them before to you when you only saw me as a monster. You just never bothered to listen!â
Grabbing onto the spiked collar, she forced him down to her level to where their lips met.
The kingâs eyes widened, not expecting such a bold action. In fact, he half expected her to slap him. The joy within his body nearly brought him to his knees, but he dared not move in fear she would regret her actions. The kiss was simple, a mere act of honesty before she pulled away just a bit to look into his burning eyes once more.
âI am listening now,â she whispered, allowing Bowserâs lips to taste the warmth of that sentence.
Still, the negative voices were loud. âOnly because I look like this.â
âNo,â Peach scoffed with a shake of her head. âOnly because you showed me a better side of yourself.â It was there she reached up and knocked the crown off to the side to prove her point.
The crown didn't shatter. It merely rolled upon the ground as the magic released its hold upon Bowser, prompting him to transform back into the fire-breathing Koopa he was underneath it all. He almost felt naked in the moment, had it not been for her sweet kiss earlier to subdue the tension a bit. It was there his claw curled under her chin, urging her to gaze upon him all the more.Â
âIt will prove a challenge to kiss you like this butâŠâ The flat of his tongue rolled across the nook of her neck, as his hands went to work removing her dress without destroying it in the process. â...not impossible.â
Peach tilted her head to the side, a small moan slipping from her lips in the process. As her gloved fingertips caressed his scaled body, she couldn't help but do her best to urge for more.
Bowser was too drunk on the moment to question whether this would be a good idea or not.Â
When she felt him about to pull away, Peach found her lips trailing down from his broad chest to his stomach and beyond. âWe will be left alone.â Upon her knees, she winked up at him with a teasing smirk. âI made certain of that.â
He couldn't think straight after such an honest admission. Even with her gentle touch, it was more than enough to light a far more intense fire in his belly as she continued. Bowser closed his eyes, soaking in the trail that her caress left. The moment he felt them upon the base of his cock, he huffed through his nostrils.
âI would hardly think you to be in pain,â Peach teased, letting her lipstick mark every inch of him as she trailed from base to tip. She admired the interesting texture that caressed her lips in return. It was erotic in its own way.
âHardly in pain,â Bowser confessed, his hand removing her crown in return so that he could fondle each gold strand in loving want. âMore as though I am embraced in a dream I never wish to wake from.â
âIt is quite the dream if we are both sharing it.â Her palm stroked the underside of his erection, only for him to grab onto her wrist and urge her away. It shocked her, making her assume she did something wrong.
The tip of his claw touched the gloves she wore. âRemove these. I want to feel every bit of you.â
With a smile, Peach did as he asked. The gloves accompanied her dress. She resumed what she was doing.
That euphoric warmth made his teeth clench as his palm rested on the back of her head and urged her lips to the tip of his erection. Even though she knew what he wanted, Peach played against him a bit. The way the princess saw it was revenge for times past.
But she could only fight him for so long. Her tongue flicked across the head of his cock before finally letting her mouth tend to it with a throaty moan that could easily be heard.
With a vocal cry of pleasure, the Koopa King nearly fell to his knees. He remained firm. He let her adjust to the size of him before guiding her head up and down on his length. The tight warmth of her throat embraced him soon enough, and it was there he worried he may cum far too soon.
Was he that needy for her all this time? It wouldn't surprise him, but he was hardly sober minded to think too deeply on it all.
Her hand caressed his sack in the process, and while she couldn't make it all the way to the base of his erection, it hardly mattered. Beautiful blue eyes stared up at him through her heart shaped bangs that were a bit of a mess about her features. It was there she steadily pulled back to the head of his erection with a lewd pop of a sound when she finally found her throat and mouth freed.
The string of saliva broke the connection that they had until the king found his palms on her shoulders and urged her onto the rug that decorated the floor. He didn't care where they were. He wanted her. He needed her.
It was her turn to trail her fingers through his hair, watching as the fiery red strands slipped through her caress. âSo impatient. Like always.â
âWith you, itâs hard to remain patient,â Bowser insisted, his own hands trailing over the perfect curves of her body. He found himself enjoying as her skin seeped through the tight hold he had upon her, as he guided her closer to the head of his erection.
Maybe she felt some sort of nervousness to the act. But all the same, she reached up and touched his cheek to try and settle whatever worries he may have had. âI can handle it,â she whispered, breaking down whatever barrier of doubt there was between them all the more.
His grip tightening upon her hips, he felt the sweet, erotic kiss of her entrance touch upon the head of his cock before urging it ever steadily down the length of him.
Peach arched her back off of the ground, a sharp cry of ecstasy filling the room as the ridges of the Koopa Kingâs cock encouraged her own euphoria all the more. The erotic knot within her stomach tightened blissfully as the king assisted her small frame upon his length. It was a lustful dance that had her lidded eyes gazing drunkenly up at him.
Both of their breathing grew louder and closer together where neither one of them needed to speak a single word in regards to how they felt. Bowser could even feel the warm squeeze upon his sensitive length, knowing she would cum soon.
He inched forward, sheathing himself completely within her as he pressed his forehead against hers. Lips curled as he felt himself unable to keep his climax at bay for much longer, and it was there the warm rush of his release filled her to where his cum seeped between their connection and marked her inner thighs and the rug beneath them.
âB-BowserâŠ!â Peach cried out in pleasure, as her own orgasm uncoiled within her body and allowed her to mark him in kind. A pleasant sigh hissed through her clenched teeth as her fingernails pricked at his skin while riding out her orgasm.
The king caught himself, not wishing to accidentally crush her with his weight as he hovered over her with sweat beading from his brow. He was assisted in returning to himself when Peachâs bare palm caressed his cheek.
âWas it everything you wanted, my King?â she asked, her words weak from the aftermath of it all.
He took her hand, keeping it there upon his cheek as he wished for it to remain where it was for as long as she would allow. âEverything and more, my Princess.â His lips found their way to her cheek, and then to her neck where he held her tightly there in a loving and protective embrace.
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#powser#princess peach x bowser#gijinka bowser#gijinka#humanization#smb#mario brothers#princess peach#spicy#commission#story commission#mywriting#oreana writes#thank you so much!! aaaah I loved writing this!!#angst#love#romance#toadsworth#kamek koopa
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princess and the not frog
synopsis:during a fight nanami gets transported to 1920's new orleans and happens to stubble into tiana while trying to find his way home
Tags:nanamixtiana,fluff,no spice(yetđ€)
authors note: if yall like chap one then ill drop chap 2 đ„ promise this isnt just a shi post nanamixtiana is the best ship in jjk đ«Ą
read time:8-10 mins
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Where am I?â Nanami asked, looking around for clues to his whereabouts. He tried to recall how he got there. He was in a fight, and suddenly a portal had sucked him into the world he was now in. As he looked around, a sign caught his eye. It read, in big bright letters, âTianaâs Palace.â Something told him that if he wanted any chance of finding a way home, that was the place he needed to go. He took a deep breath, mustering his courage before going in. He opened the door to the sound of jazz music filling the restaurant. Men in suits and women in fancy dresses were everywhere, which made Nanami feel a bit better about his situation because at least these people knew how to dress. He looked around before approaching the host stand.
âExcuse me, what is this place?â Nanami asked. The hostess gave him a funny look.
âA restaurant,â she replied. Nanami glanced at the food on the tables; he should have known. Embarrassed, he was about to leave when he heard, âNow welcoming to the stage the owner of this restaurant, Tiana herself.â
Nanami turned to see the most beautiful woman he's ever seen . She was wearing a tight, shimmery white dress that complemented her dark skin perfectly, and her curly hair fell gracefully on her shoulders.
âHello, everyone!â Tiana greeted, scanning the crowd until her eyes met Nanamiâs. She paused, almost believing in love at first sight. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall, wearing a tight dark blue button-up shirt complemented by a leopard print tie, and had short blond hair. Tiana almost got lost in his light brown eyes before snapping back to reality.
âThank you, everyone, for coming tonight, and--â Before she could finish, a man yelled, âNice ass, sweetheart!â All the men erupted into wicked laughter as Tiana stood there, flustered, trying to collect herself. Before she could say anything, Nanami interjected, âWho said that?â
The men stopped laughing, pointing to a middle-aged man giving Nanami a sheepish grin. âThat would be me, what about it?â
Nanami looked the man up and down before walking closer. Without saying a word, he punched the man across the face, causing him to fall back in his chair. Quickly getting up, the man tried to punch Nanami back, but Nanami dodged the punch and kicked the man in the stomach, followed by an uppercut to the jaw. The man fell to the floor, and Nanami was getting ready to punch him again when he felt someone hold him back. He looked behind him to see Tiana.
âBeating this guy wonât make things any better,â Tiana said.
âSorry,â Nanami mumbled, keeping his eyes to the floor. He felt something he hadnât felt in a long time: shame.
âItâs okay. Come to the back so I can fix you up,âTiana said Nanami was confused on why she would say that before he looked down at his bloody knuckles he nodded and Tiana grabbed his arm leading him to a room that looked like her office. She sat him down and grabbed a first aid kit from one of her many bookshelves.
âYou didnât need to do that,â Tiana paused before adding, âBut thank you. But next time, I can take care of myself.â Nanami smiled at her and said, âI donât plan on doing it again.â Tiana giggled before asking.
âWhat brought you here? You donât look like youâre from here,â .
âI honestly donât know. I just got sucked up here by some sort of portal,â Nanami replied, he didnât know why he told her for some reasson he trusted her with his life something about her smile made and her dark brown eye that were so easy to get lost in made it easy for him to talk to her making it sound like what happened to him was just a normal everyday thing. Tiana looked at him like he was crazy while wiping the blood off his knuckles.
âWhere am I?â Nanami asked.
âYouâre in the best restaurant in New Orleans,â Tiana said proudly. Nanamiâs stomach rumbled.
âMaybe before I leave, I could try some of the food here?â Nanami asked.
âI could cook you something,â Tiana said with a smile before leading him to the kitchen.
âWhat are you craving?â Tiana asked as she tied her hair back.
âSomething sweet,â Nanami said. Tiana nodded and said, âI know something I could make for you.â
âWhat?â Nanami asked.
âItâs a surprise,â Tiana replied with a wink.
âHow long have you owned the restaurant?â Nanami asked.
âAbout a year,â she answered.
âIâm sorry, but I never got your name?â Tiana said.
âItâs Kento Nanami, but everyone calls me Nanami.â
âIâve never met anyone with that last name. Where are you from?â Tiana asked.
âI was born and raised in Tokyo, Japan,â Nanami said.
âWell, itâs nice to meet you,â Tiana said with a smile.
While Tiana cooked, Nanami talked about almost everything they could think of: family, friends, work, etc.
âYour food is ready,â Tiana said, placing a plate in front of Nanami before coating it in powdered sugar.
âWhat is it?â Nanami asked.
âBeignets. Itâs my mamaâs recipe,â Tiana said. As Nanami took a bite, his eyes lit up.
âI think this is the best thing Iâve ever had,â he said before taking another bite.
âI told you youâre in the best restaurant in New Orleans,â Tiana said with a proud smile as Nanami quickly finished his plate.
âCan I have more?â Nanami asked.
âMaybe if you come in tomorrow, I could make you more, but you would need to pay,â Tiana replied.
âI know this is a lot to ask, but can I maybe stay here? I donât really have a home. I could pay you to stay here if you want,â Nanami asked Tiana with pleading eyes.
âYou donât need to pay me. I donât really know how you got here, but I want to help you,â Tiana said.
âThank you so much, Tiana!â Nanami said before pulling Tiana into a hug. They hugged for a minute before snapping back to reality.
âIâll see you tomorrow,â Tiana said before walking out. But before she could leave, she turned around and said, âYou know you could stay at my house. I want you to be able to sleep in a bed if you want to.â
âOf course, I would,â Nanami said.
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âOkay i'll get you some blankets for the couch.â Tiana says
Nanami nods looking around admiring the room's homie aesthetic; it makes him feel like heâs home even though he's in an entirely different universe. Tiana comes back with blankets and a pillow which she plops on the couch
âOkay that's all youâll need for the night i'm in my room if you need me.â Tiana says before turning to leave but before she could Nanami grabs her hand and spin her to face him
âCan you not leave yet? Maybe we could watch Netflix or whatever you want.â
âWhat's Netflix?â Tiana asks
Nanami cocks an eyebrow and asks âhow donât you not know what Netflix is?â
âI don't watch that many movies. Im always busy and movies just feel like a waste of time.â Tiana says
âNetflix isn't a movieâ Nanami says
âWhat is it?â Tiana asks Nanami thinks for a little before he says
âIt's like a streaming service. It has a bunch of movies and tv shows from all over the world and you only need to pay 6 dollars a month.â
âWhat's a streaming service?â Tiana asks
âI'll just show you where's your tv?â Nanami asks when he turns around he's greeted by old box tv
âI've not seen a box tv since I was a kid,how old is it?â Nanami says
âIt's not that old, only a year or two.â Tiana says confused
âWhat do you mean this tv got to be from the 1920âs or older.â Nanami says while examining the tv
âThat was only 2 years ago.â Tiana says with a chuckle suddenly it hits Nanami
âWhat year is it ?â Nanami asks panicky
âBaby it the 1922.â Tiana says but that just makes Nanami feel light headed as he falls back on the couch keeping his head in his hands
âWhat's wrong Nanami?â Tiana asks concerned
âIn the universe I'm in, it's 2024, I donât even think I'm in a different universe I think somehow I traveled back In timeâ Nanami says
âSo you're a time traveler.â
âTechnically yes but that only gonna make it harder to get back home.â Nanami says with a heavy sigh sinking deeper in the couch Tiana sits next to him putting her hands in his and says
âDonât worry weâll find a way to get you home.â Nanami lazily looks at Tiana trying giving a half ass smile
âThank you Tiana for everything.â he says before giving Tiana a hug tightly wrapping his hands around her waist
âI know this is a bad time to ask but how is the future?â Tiana asks Nanami lets Tiana out of his tight grasp
âWell for one we have bigger Televisions.â he says looking a the tiny box tv sitting on the mantel in front of the couch
âWell the future Is sounds pretty boring.â Tiana says playfully
âI don't think tvâs are boring.â Nanami says
âWell that because everyone on tv looks like youâ Tiana says matter of factly
âWhat do you mean?â Nanami asks confused
âHave you ever seen a black woman on tv as anything but the side character who is the but of all the jokes?â askâs Tiana
âI have.â Nanami says Tiana looks at Nanami with wide eyes
âReally?â Tiana asks
âYeah, thereâs a lot of movies and shows with black main characters.â
âAre there any black princesses?â Tiana asks hopefully
âYes.â Nanami says
âTell me everything.â Tiana says eagerly
âWell itâs called princess and the frogâŠ.â
Nanami tell Tiana the story of princess and the frog as she lays her head on his shoulder constantly asking him to keep going with a wide smile on her face by the time heâs done Tiana had fallen asleep he gently picks Tiana up and brings her to bedroom the house was small so it wasnât hard to find Nanami gently lays Tiana on the bed giving her a light kiss on her forehead before he leaves he hears Tiana quietly say âwaitâ
Nanami turns around to see Tiana with her head slightly raised to be able to look at Nanami
âIt's really cold, could you maybeâŠsleep with me?â Tiana asks Nanami nods and lays on his side to be able to see Tianaâs face
âYou know your eyes are really beautiful.â Nanami says
âYou donât need to try and flatter me, my eyes are just brown.â Tiana says
âI'm not trying toâ Nanami says kindly Tiana smiles
âIt's not just your eyes that are beautiful, everything about you is beautiful. This may be sappy but you're probably the most beautiful woman I've seen.â Nanami says before he gets to sappy he says
âSorry I know that really corny and-â before he could finish Tiana quickly gives him a kiss
âI'm sorry I shouldn't have done that, please forgive me.â Nanami gently grabs Tiana faces and leans in for another kiss before Nanami pulls away and says
âThere is nothing to be sorry for.â Tiana smiles at him but Nanami can tell somethings wrong
"we should get to bed." Tiana says she gently wraps her hands around Nanami waist while resting her head on his chest
"good night" Tiana says before closing her eyes Nanami gives her a light kiss on her forehead
"good night." he says before he slowly closes his eyes to fall asleep
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my grandma saw one of the princesses i painted to practice watercolors this summer and she asked if i could make one for her, i have to make the cutest princess ever for her
#in thanks for all the princess dresses she made for me#it's so stressful when she inspects my sewing because i am so sloppy and it's always a mess when you look at my seams and such#i dont even bother removing basting and gathering threads...
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-âJust a flower, in the middle of the field at night, a light is turned on and reveals.. A day arriving with confident hope and silent happiness!âđčđ
#for those who didn't get it.. today is my birthday! and so tomorrow is really the day of the party and etc..#that's why I put âarrivingâ because tomorrow is a really special and very important event in my life akzbskhzjsb#and yes. I'm cosplaying as princess bela. she's one of my favorite characters and her dress.. It's literally a dream come true for me!#because I'm really going to use one similar to this one tomorrow irl and-#I won't tell you guys more details because it's personal things but- well. that's a little explain of what the art is about!#I really feel very happy.. and I admit. I don't even know how to explain my happiness but.. well...#I feel special. surrounded by people who *really* love me and show true affection for me and..#that I just have to thank. for everything. I have gratitude for all of you! like- thank you very much. really. for everything..#I can't even express in words how grateful I am for each of you#know that I love and appreciate everyone who is still with me on this journey called life!#and of course- I couldn't forget to talk about him lol. thanks to mike!#I don't know what would have become of me if I hadn't met someone as friendly and good-hearted as him#he was always by my side and made me feel more special in every day. in a unique way and one of the most important to me..#I love him very much/p. and I hope that our friendship will be forever happy and respectful the way it already is!#(of course. this also works for the other friends I made here too- please don't get mad or jealous! I love you all. okay??)#and well.. that's it.#I hope I still stay here. that I enjoy my day and face any fear or harm that I might have ahead of me and..#that I just hope for the best. I put everything in God's hands and I feel confident that things will work out no matter what the cost!#thank you guys again for everything and happy birthday to me lol-đ#happy birthday to me#it's my birthday#mel creator#mel loly#cosplaying of beauty and the beast#i'm mel and this is my blogâïž#my art blog#art mel#art#my art#my oc character
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ËË°âą*ââ· OH! SO YOU'RE INTO OLDER MEN?
Ëâ·âłâ„ JJK MEN SHOWING YOU HOW A REAL MEN FUCKS! satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro â§Ë · .
tags: afab!reader, reader is mentioned as a female, use of nicknames (baby, princess, doll, slut, whore), cheating, degradation, caught cheating, getting caught, unprotected sex, blowjob, pussy slapping, mating press, breeding, age-gaps, virginity loss [...] rbs are appreciated!
satoru gojo (Daddyâs girl)
well, thatâs the word he used for the little girl you're babysitting right now. heâs a great dad and husband. thereâs just this tiny whiny little thing he couldnât do rightâ and thatâs loving his wife as he should.
likeâ itâs not that he doesnât feel guilty, itâs just⊠well, you looked really cute in that mini dress, he and his wife have been fighting lately andddâ he could tell his daughter liked you more than her fatality of mother she has these days. she even called you mommy by accident once! and that was the last water drop gojo needed for the glass to break.
âOh- I bet youâd love to be full of me right now.â His thrusts became messier each time he pounded on you, âMhh, fill you up ân make me a daddy againâ youâd like that princess?â you couldnât even talk anymore with how good heâs making you feelâ he had your legs pressed on the bed thanks to his arms, almost bending you in half, he was making sure that mating press works.
âFfffuckk- You feel sâgood babyâ He felt your walls clenching again, no matter how many times he made you come, heâs making sure youâre coming again after he does. A not ending cycle for him. âSuch a slut for me hm? Coming all nice and pretty to this house just to be ruined at nightââ his words made you feel dirty, but the euphoria of it was stronger, âsuchâ slap, âa nastyâ slap, âslutâ slapâ âand all fâmeâ with those last thrusts your body couldnât take it anymore, spasming and trembling while your poor hole was filled up again. gojoâs wife didnât even bothered to break your little encounter, she suspected it long time ago.
all that was left was a wide grinning gojo satoru and some divorce papers.
suguru geto (Daddyâs best-friend)
you didnât intend this to happen⊠you always knew your dadâs best-friend was hot. heâs geto, âcmon. he brings a new girl every weekend whispering in your dadâs ear swearing sheâs the one this time.
he saw you grow up, turn into this beautiful and strong woman. so how he couldnât love you? you were like a doll for him, so beautiful and radiant in every way. a porcelain doll he needed to protect, he couldnât lose you to any dangerous or stupid man, he swears he would beat the shit out of the guy who breaks your heart first.
âShhiiiittâ Hehâ I can tell how tight your pussy is princessââ His cock was stretching the living shit out of you, touching places never in a thousand years you could imagine you would feel. âwhat dâya think daddy would say if he saw his little girl being fucked by his best-friend huh?â your brain was a fuzzy mess, you couldnât make coherent words to say, and just feel how good geto is making you feel. you couldnât remember how many times he had made you cum with his toungue and heâs just starting to fuck your pussy.
â âm such a lucky guy if i'm the first youâre giving this pussy to, donât ya think so doll? marking it as mine, baby I swear youâll need no man to ever fuck this pussy of yours againâ shit I wonât need another woman for myself, youâre the one babyâ those words filled your heart of a tingly feeling, making more butterflies roam around your tummy, touching yourself you could sense getoâs cock coming and leaving with every thrust, your brain full of air and in need of more of his cock.
he couldnât resist himself anymore when he was next to you, his cock would get hard the minute he enters your house, and thankfully he has a pretty doll to release himself with.
kento nanami (Big Boss)
Nanami thinks heâs a good and mature guyâ At least for his wife and kids⊠He has this aura of a serious and mature guy but inside every time heâs just this close to breaking it, just to say what he really thinks or feels.
the first time he saw you at work with your tiny skirts and tight blouses he didnât mind any type of attention to it, you were another cute worker, thatâs all. One of anotherâ he can think other women are pretty too right? maybe even prettier than his wife⊠and nicer, and cuter, and more homely feeling to be a mom. but he wouldn't do anything he would later regret right?...
âYouâre sâpretty baby, such a dirty whore for my cock mhm?â he had you pounding from behind, his desk becoming even messier than it was before, one of his hands keeping you laid down on the desk arching your back like if heâs trying to break itâ a sudden ringing brought you back from your unconsciousness of nanamiâs cockâ he answered the call, not a single sing of him trying to stop thrusting into you.
âYeah?â his voice was out of breath, almost sounding like a sigh when he answered the call, âWhere am I? Huhâ Iâm at the office r-right nowâŠ?â he wasnât even sure if he could keep this act, losing himself more in the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cockâ âOh yeah- Iâm okay, uhh- the kids? yyeah, yeah, theyâre with my mom right nowââ the feeling of keeping up a call with his wife while fucking you made his cock twitch inside of you, feeling like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time. it was no surprise for him that his wife was cheating, but he wanted to keep it like that for the sanity of his kids.Â
âQuit the act Kentoâ I know youâre fucking somebody else right now. See ya at home.â
toji fushiguro (Step-Daddy)
you hated when your mother started dating new guys. they just kept breaking her heartâ but you just stopped telling her that it's okay to live without a partner, that she had you by her side, but well⊠this new man was something else i guess and you didnât say anything for the sake of your own good mother.
you didnât like him, but for the sake of your mother you pretended like you doâ and letâs be honest, toji doesnât like children, so when he first met you he wasnât as social as others⊠your mom was just too good to simply let goâ but the way you moved, talked, dressed caught his attention, and as time passes and he spends more time with your momâ he's no longer drawn to your house just to see your mother, but to see you.Â
âSshhiit- Youâre making me feel sâgood babyâ the lack of air was making you feel giddy, but the way his cock twitched inside your mouth made your core get even wetter. âCâmon baby, ride my shoe,â you wasted no time before your hips started moving, trying to gain some friction and release that tingly feeling coming from your core.Â
âDâya think your mother would like to see her daughter being full of his step-daddyâs cum?â he gets one of his arms behind himself trying to gain some support while his other free hand caresses your cheeks while you continue suckingâ this same hand moves out your head and frees his cock out of your mouth, a small strand of saliva connecting your mouth with itâ
âFuckâ guess i choose the wrong out of you twoâ
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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.
Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.
The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.
Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.
This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.
"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.
"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.
This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.
Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.
"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."
And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.
Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.
Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.
On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.
As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.
Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.
She always had been a wizard with silk.
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tattoo artist!vi who was surprised to see you walk into her parlour for the first time. she had been eyeing you since you opened your florist across the street a few days ago. how could she not? you were just so pretty in your little floral sundress, always sending her a small smile whenever you caught her eye through the tinted windows of her shop.Â
vi greeted you with a smirk, letting her eyes brazenly trail down the length of your body as you made your way over to the counter. she half expected you to be shy away from her gaze, to act a little flustered. but boy, she was not prepared to see you looking straight back at her with a teasing glint in your eyes. Â
âhey,â you smiled.
gosh. if she thought you were pretty from afar, you were absolutely stunning up close.
vi chuckled under her breath, leaning forward to press her palms against the counter. you mirrored her movement, resting your forearms on top of the dark wood, the sweet smell of your perfume filling her lungs. Â
âhow can i help you, doll?â
vi found her usual confident tone oddly strained. was she nervous? heavens, no. of course she wasnât. the heat blooming on her face was most definitely because of the hot weather outside, and had nothing to do with the way you were staring at her through fluttering lashes. Â
âi was just wondering if you had any free slots today.âÂ
you tilted your head in faux innocence, and vi almost scoffed out loud. she knows that you know she doesnât accept walk-ins â itâs written in big, bold letters on the sign plastered just outside her shop. still, vi didnât hesitate with her response.
âiâm open any time for you, cupcake.âÂ
two can play the game.Â
tattoo artist!vi who finally led you to the inside of the parlour, sitting you down on a smooth leather chair. she was wearing a sleeveless hoodie, giving you a clear view of the intricate tattoos that painted the back of her arms. you silently thanked her for her choice of clothing, appreciating the sight of her muscles flexing when she sanitised the workspace and laid out her tools.
âso, where do you want this, pretty girl?â
you snapped out of your thoughts, clearing your throat to still your nerves. your fingers fumbled with the hem of your dress, before slowly pulling it upwards. vi sucked in a sharp breath, the intensity of her gaze making your heart thud heavily against your chest.Â
âhere.â you said, shaking a little as you pointed at the bare skin just below your hip bone.Â
you didnât miss the way her pupils dilated at the sight of your exposed thigh, despite your nervousness, her reaction fuelled your ego. your fingertips danced along the edge of your lace underwear, hitching it up just an extra inch so she could have full view and access to the exposed skin.Â
âright⊠there?âÂ
viâs voice was low as she pressed a medical wipe to disinfect the area with a few swipes of her hand. her wrist felt stiffer than usual, and she was trying to suppress the urge to rip off her gloves, to feel your soft skin under hers.Â
ây-yeah.â you stuttered under the heat of her touch.
vi laid down the stencil, the way her hand lingered for a moment longer sent a shiver down your spine. âyou nervous, princess?âÂ
âa little.â you swallowed thickly, not wanting to admit that her presence itself was the major contributing factor, and not the idea of needles pricking at your skin. vi placed her gloved hand onto your thigh, giving it a squeeze. the action did little in calming your racing heart.
âlet me know if you need a breather, yeah?â
tattoo artist!vi who tried her best to focus on inking the design onto your delicate skin, and to not think about just how exposed you were in front of her, on top of all the other things she wished she could be doing for you instead.
she thought she was going to lose her mind when you let out a quiet whimper when her needle pierced through a particularly sensitive part of your skin. the way you clenched your fists, trying to suppress the soft sounds from bubbling up your throat â it only proved to rile her up even more.
âyouâre doing so good, doll.â vi murmured.
the rough praise made your face heat up. for once, you were grateful that her head was dipped down in focus, so she couldnât see your dreadful attempt at keeping a straight face.
tattoo artist!vi who was relieved to finally finish up your small, fine line tattoo. it was one of the quickest tattoos she has ever made, but the entire process was nothing short of pure torture. Â
âdoes it hurt?â she asked, her voice surprisingly soft.Â
you bit your lip, shaking your head. âno.â your obvious lie making a genuine laugh slip through her lips.
âaw, couldnât handle a little tattoo, princess?â vi cooed, her gloved hand resting on your inner thigh. your muscles tensed under her lingering touch, something which didnât go unnoticed by the pink haired woman.Â
âfine⊠it hurt a little, okay?â you admitted, turning away at the satisfied twitch of viâs lips.
vi laughed, her hand brushing against your jaw, gently turning your face back towards her. she down looked at you smugly, leaning across the armrest of your chair. âlucky for you, i know a few things that can make you feel better.â she drawled out, the warmth of her breath fanning over your cheek.
âwhatâd you say, doll?â
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Im sick with flu so naturally I picked up my newly bought copy of Howl's Moving Castle which includes DWJ interviews in the back.
And im in love with the way she tells these stories feels like a part of her books.
And my favorite:
The magic in the mundane :)
edit: I'm copying the ID by @princess-of-purple-prose below, thank you!
[ID: Excerpts of printed text which read:
I suppose there's also a biographical element in that Sophie is the eldest of three sisters, and so am I. The idea for Sophie grew out of the time I discovered I had a very severe milk allergy. I almost lost the use of my legs and had to walk with the aid of a stick. I was moderately young, but because of this I suddenly became old.
I had to wait until I knew what Wizard Howl was like. I began to discover Howl about the time when one of my sons took to spending several hours in the bathroom every morning and I got really, really, really annoyed with him.
Where were you when you wrote it? I wrote the book the way I write everything, stretched out on the big sofa in my sitting room, in everyone's way. This often annoys my husband rather a lot.
which made me burst out laughing. I laughed and laughed at the seven league boot, and when I came to the bit where Sophie accidentally makes Howl's suit twenty times too big for him, I laughed so much that I fell off the sofa. My husband was really irritated by this time. He snapped, "You can't be making yourself laugh!" And I gasped, "But I am, I am!" and rolled about on the floor.
Are any of your relatives or friends included in the book? Yes, well the thing that started me off writing the book was a friend of mine who never does her laundry. She has it around the place in huge bags for often as much as a year. When she does tip it all out and try to wash it, she discovers all sorts of clothes that she has forgotten she had.
Which is your favourite part of the book and why? I like the book all over, but I suppose if I had to choose a bit, I'd choose the place where Howl gets a cold. It so happened that when I was writing this bit, my husband caught a bad cold. He is the world's most histrionic cold catcher. He moans, he coughs, he piles on the pathos, he makes strange noises, he blows his nose exactly like a bassoon in a tunnel, he demands bacon sandwiches at all hours, and he is liable to appear (usually wrapped in someone else's dressing gown) at any time, announcing that he is dying of neglect and boredom. So all I had to do was write it down. End ID]
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ËâșïœĄËâËop(rincess)81 | OP81ËâșïœĄËâË
pairing: oscar piastri x princess!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: just fluff, idk anything abt royal families i have taken many many liberties so please forgive
summary: in which after bagging a princess, it takes a long while for the fans to realise it actually is oscar
a/n: haven't written for oscar in ages so i picked him!!! also my first royalty smau so hope it's ok
request!!!: could I request a royal princess!reader with Oscar or Lando please and they are spotted and nobody believes itâs actually them until their is a statement made about them being engaged or something!!!!
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user1 NO WAY
user2 omgg i can't believe she was there
user3 and with mclaren too wth??
user4 princess y/n's first f1 appearance!!!! & in papaya too she's jus like me fr
user5 so cute love her
oscarpiastri some might say...... papaya princess
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user6 ??? HES SO CHEESY
user7 oscar trying to flirt?
user8 who is she??
user9 y/n! she's the princess of monaco
user10 tbh i thought she was gonna be in ferrari garage or something
landonorris was such an honour!
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scuderiaferrari can we have her next đ
mclaren not sure about that
princessyn đ monaco
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princessyn my first experience of formula one!! it was so much fun in the mclaren garage, thanks guys :))
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user11 she's soo humble
user12 love her, so cute
user13 THE OSCAR HAT AND PICCC
user14 taste omg??
user15 she's so real
user16 she said piastri rights
oscarpiastri so fun having you this weekend!
princessyn loved being there! thx again for your hospitality :)
oscarpiastri anything for a princess!
user17 rizz
landonorris thanks for coming y/n! (even tho you werent repping number 4)
princessyn hahah maybe next time đ
lnfour we hope so
mclaren you're welcome back anytime đ§Ą
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yourbff next time invite me
princessyn oh for sureee
twitter ->
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txts between oscar & lando !!!
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user22 we love her too tbh
user23 something something two pretty best friends
user24 oscar piastri's gf?
user25 HAHAH
princessyn love you more than anything
yourbff my princess (literally)!!!
princessyn and u? my queen đ
oscarpiastri me too apparently
yourbff HAHAHA apparently? are you sure?
princessyn oscar đ
user26 HAHAHA OSCAR?!?!!!
user27 omg he's a jokester
user28 oh it's definitely not true if they're this comfy making jokes đ
user29 love this new era of y/n being friends w the f1 grid
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user30 going where y/n <3
user31 omg so gorgeous
user32 how do u look so good without even trying
user33 perfect girl
oscarpiastri wow
princessyn shush you
oscarpiastri đ see you soon
user34 i wish i was u
user35 come to spanish gp pls đ„č
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user36 omg who???
user37 OSCAR?
user38 wait...? tan? brunette..?
danielricciardo oh we are lucky enough to be graced with the princessâ presence again? đ
oscarpiastri you know it
user39 fanning the flames of that random y/n & oscar rumour ..... đ
user40 a moment for the dress, whoever she is
user41 soft launch much
landonorris making me feel extra single right now
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user42 WHO IS SHEEE
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user43 ahhh oscar cameo
user44 this is so cute
user45 she's so gorgeous
user46 wish i was a princess đ„č
landonorris god i hope you weren't the one in the car doing the racing
princessyn shut up lando
oscarpiastri shut up lando
landonorris okay okay my bad
user47 HAHAHAHA
yourbff you never miss đ
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francisca.cgomes oh to be you đ
princessyn omg?! if you dont shut up
user48 she's real for that. kika is too perfect already
user49 the wags in her likes & comments ahhhhh
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user50 WAIT IS THAT Y/N???
user51 what
user52 huh? so u are dating her or what
user53 oscar trying to rizz up the princess of monaco lol
user54 so sweet they're all friends now
landonorris good luck đ
oscarpiastri thanks, i'll need it
alexandrasaintmleux đ
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yourbff god it's so so beautiful
princessyn ikr đ„č still crying
francisca.cgomes congratulations gorgeous
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alexandrasaintmleux đ„čđ„čđ„č angels
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landonorris one of us now
princessyn ...great
user55 wait huh
oscarpiastri i love you
princessyn i love you
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user61 omg what the hell how is this real
user62 WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US YOU WERE DATING
landonorris nah you just didnt look hard enough dont blame osc
user63 LANDO?!?!!?
user64 he cooked
yourbff CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!!!
charles_leclerc congratulations to the happy couple!
logansargeant congrats guys! it was a long time coming
user65 fym long time coming omg how long have they been dating bro
carlossainz55 so happy for you guys
pierregasly hope this means we'll be seeing more of y/n around the paddock!
oscarpiastri did kika hold a gun to your head as you wrote this?
estebanocon such amazing news, congratulations đ„
mclaren our princess đ§Ą
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francisca.cgomes congratulations sweeties <3
alexandrasaintmleux most gorgeous couple!
georgerussell63 hope im invited to the wedding !
user66 *crickets*
flavy.barla wishing you a lifetime of happiness đ
alex_albon congratulations oscar & y/n
lilymhe gorgeous girl & gorgeous ring đ
carmenmmundt such a lovely couple, congratulations đ
user67 all the drivers & wags omgg ugh
princessyn ahhhhh i have butterflies!! i love you so much
oscarpiastri i love you so much more
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"Uncle Charles?" : ÌÌâ Charles LeClerc
summary: for the first time charles feels as if he's part of your family, all thanks to your car obsessed niece
Your hand waved into the air as you noticed Charles appear in your parentsâ garden, dressed still in bright red Ferrari after finishing for the day. There were children running around everywhere as you celebrated your nieceâs birthday, with Charles appearing at the end of the day.Â
Despite you assuring Charles that he didnât need to worry about attending, he was adamant he was going to make the time. When he appeared, your family were more than surprised, knowing just how busy Charles had been as the start of the new season loomed.Â
As Charles made his way over to you though, he was intercepted by a voice calling out his name, a figure running across and leaping up into his arms. Charles stumbled back as your niece leapt up and gave him a hug, her arms going tightly around his neck as Charles held onto her waist, carrying her over to where you sat.Â
âHappy birthday cherie,â Charles grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âYou look like youâre having a good time,â he added, taking a look around the garden.Â
âI was waiting for you to arrive,â she excitedly told him.Â
As Charles sat down beside you, he placed your niece back onto the ground, but she refused to let him go. With her still holding on, he leant across and pressed a kiss to your cheek to try and greet you, but your niece was having none of it.Â
âDid training go well?â You asked, unable to hold back your laughter as your niece invited herself to sit up in Charlesâ lap, ignoring her friends who were calling for her to play with them.Â
The bond that Charles had with your niece had always been close ever since they first met. He was beyond amazing with her, which your sister was particularly a big fan of, finding herself getting giddy whenever Charles was around, never quite being able to leave him alone for too long.Â
âYeah, for once, it actually went pretty well,â Charles smiled, his voice filled with relief after what could only be described as a tricky build into the preseason preparations.Â
As he sat with your family though, he was reminded about what was important. As much as he wanted the car to do well, what mattered the most was the people around him, particularly the little one in his lap who was over the moon to be able to spend her birthday with him.Â
âIâm happy that you managed to make it here though,â you told him, keeping your eyes on your niece, âand I think I know someone else who is pretty happy to have you here too.âÂ
If he was honest, Charles wouldnât have missed it for the world, although your niece wasnât on his side of the family, he still absolutely adored her. He wasnât blind to how close they were too, knowing that she was counting on him to show up for her.Â
âWhatâs been the highlight of your day princess?â Charles asked as your niece shifted to look up at him, her hands cupping against his cheeks. âThereâs got to be one present that you canât wait to show me later on tonight.âÂ
Her head nodded, turning round to face Charles properly again. âMy favourite present is your present that you bought me,â she proudly told him, recalling the Ferrari car that youâd bought her, well, a child sized one at least.Â
Charlesâ smile turned up as she spoke, âI had a feeling that youâd like it. Maybe I can try and get some Ferrari clothes for you so that you can look the part too.âÂ
Your niece nodded instantly, âI want to be just like Uncle Charles, that would be awesome.âÂ
Your eyes flickered across to Charles, making sure that he was listening to. A gasp came from him, his eyes lighting up as he took a moment to make sure that he wasnât just dreaming what he had heard.Â
âWant to be like who?â Charles asked her, wanting to hear it one more time to make sure that he was correct. âWho is it that you want to be the same as?âÂ
âUncle Charles,â she giggled, âI want to be able to drive really fast when Iâm older and drive all of the cool cars.âÂ
âUncle Charles,â Charles whispered to himself, âwell, thatâs pretty cool.âÂ
You reached across and pressed your hand against Charlesâ shoulder to try and keep him together, sensing that he was feeling slightly overwhelmed. Your niece was unaware of what she had done, but hearing her finally call him uncle meant more to Charles then he could ever express.Â
âIâm going to go and ask mummy if I can play with the car soon,â your niece told you both, climbing out of Charlesâ lap. âI want you to show me how to do it before you go home so I can be as fast as you.âÂ
Charles helped her down before shifting his body to look around at you, letting go of a chuckle of disbelief. You smiled widely across at him, nudging against Charlesâ arm gently.Â
âYou must be pretty important for her to call you uncle,â you told him, brushing your hand through his hair. âShe absolutely adores you Charles, apparently youâve got your own mini me in the future already too.âÂ
âSheâs a good kid,â Charles hummed, still slightly in disbelief. âIâm trying to be chill about this, but inside my heart is absolutely racing right now.âÂ
You could tell from the look in his eyes that it meant the world to Charles, your family were all special to him, but the children in your family were a little more. He loved being around them, entertaining them and making them smile, which he seemed to do perfectly.Â
âIt sounds like Iâve got to find a pretty good present for next year too,â he chuckled, âdo you think your sister might hate me for buying her a Ferrari?âÂ
âI dread to think the state her house will be in soon,â you sniggered.Â
As guilty as Charles wanted to feel, seeing how excited your niece was about her gift made it all worth it for him. âI might have to go and apologise otherwise sheâll never speak to me again.âÂ
âWell, youâve definitely won the competition for best present this year,â you joked, slipping your hand into his. âShe wonât be mad at you for too long anyway, she adores you, my whole family do to be honest.âÂ
âTheyâre awesome,â Charles encouraged, âIâve never known a group of people to make me feel so welcome in my life, I feel like Iâve always been here with you guys.âÂ
âNow youâve got no choice but to be stuck with us too.âÂ
âIâm not complaining,â Charles noted, pulling you up from where you sat, twirling you around and letting you fall into his lap. Charlesâ arms wrapped around your frame, allowing you to replace your niece in his hold.Â
âSeems youâve got a future as a driver coach too.âÂ
Charlesâ head shook, unable to hide his excitement, knowing that over the next few days whilst he was home heâd be out playing with your niece, showing her the ropes of the new car that heâd bought her.Â
âHow does it feel to officially be an uncle?â You grinned, pressing a kiss against Charlesâ cheek.Â
âIt feels pretty special indeed.âÂ
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âA BIT GENTLER, PLEASE?â
â gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna feeling their baby kick (f!reader)
GOJO SATORU:
satoru was always all over you, one clingy and affectionate husband.
truthfully, while you would like to say that he is annoying and is making you regret ever getting pregnant, you have to admit that he makes being pregnant a lot easier to endure. his light-hearted way of speaking puts you at easy somehow.
he also made it very obvious that he is excited for the baby, maybe even more than youâre. one of the many ways he shows his enthusiasm is through buying baby clothes and baby equipment and I mean a shit ton of them.
thatâs why youâre not surprised when he enters the house with yet another batch of baby clothes, âwifey, I am home!â
you get up and waddle your way to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, âwhat did you get this time?â
âI thought you would never ask,â he smirks before pulling out each and every one of the outfits he got.
youâre sat on the couch with a cup of your favorite warm drink as you listen to his rambles, âfirst off, I got this really cute blue dress! call it a dadâs instinct but I think she will have my gorgeous eyes,â he grins.
you nod absentmindedly as he continues, âsecond, I got this yellow jump suit? overalls? dungarees?â he switches his accent in the end and you roll your eyes. he resumes, âeh, I donât care, but itâs pretty so who cares?â
he puts the clothes aside before kneeling in front you, hand resting on your stomaxh, âright, baby?â he coos, âdaddyâs going to get you all the pretty outfits you want!â
youâre about to drift to sleep while your husband busies himself with the baby, but youâre quickly brought back to consciousness when you feel her kick against your stomach.
your husbandâs gasp quickly follows after before he presses his ear to your stomach, âcan you do that again for me, pretty?â
his other hand moves to hold your own and he guides your hand to his hair, âsomehow, this is making me realize just how close she is to finally join us, right, wifey?â
âright, âtoru,â you smile softly and he quickly starts peppering your face with kisses, murmuring about how his pretty wife is simply irresistible.
NANAMI KENTO:
whenever someone asks you about kento, you canât find the words to stress just how much of a sweetheart he is. he was always a caring and attentive man.
yet, somehow it amplified after your pregnancy: he helps you rest as much as he can, cooks for you, and gets you all the snacks you would like.
you also remember the first time you told him that your feet hurt, and he ended up massaging it for you. you cried that day.
in summary, he never left you in need of anything, like right now for example.
ây/n, would you like anything else?â
a dopey smile is plastered on your face as you relax further in the cushions, feet propped up on the pillow your sweetheart of a husband got.
he places your favorite snacks right by your side. you cup his face and press a lingering kiss on his cheek, âno, thank you, kento.â
he nods and takes a seat beside you. he takes your hand into his and starts rubbing your hand, âwe should start preparing the babyâs room,â he murmurs softly.
you nod, head resting on his shoulder, âyouâre right. we need to welcome our little princess well.â
he chuckles and his hand moves to rest on your stomach, âI assembled the crib already so thatâs something to be proud of.â
nanamiâs arm is wrapped around your shoulder and you snuggle closer into his chest, giggling, âmy strong, independent, and reliable husband,â you sigh happily, âwhatever will I do without you?â
he half-heartedly rolls his eyes, âflattery is getting you nowhere.â
âbut it does!â you laugh and he lightly tickles you. your hand rests on your stomach, alongside his. you smirk, âwhat do you think, baby? is mommy right?â
to your absolute delight, the little girl kicks against your womb making you squeal and instantly look at your husband, âkento, did you feel that?!â
ââŠyeah,â his face is one of awe. she kicks once again and nanami canât help but press a kiss to your stomach, âlooks like she is a strong, healthy baby.â
 âjust like her dad,â you chuckle but stop to think about it for a moment before concern over takes your face.
nanamiâs gaze quickly snaps to you, âwhatâs wrong?â
âif she will be as strong as you then god help my uterus.â
GETO SUGURU:
geto gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you.
in addition to that, nanako and mimiko love hanging out with you so it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that youâre accompanied by someone.
today, he was doing some of his usual works in the establishment? shrine? eh whatever.
no fiber of his being expected the girls to burst into the room, grins filling their faces, as they urgently call him, âgeto-sama! you have to see what just happened!â
with no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the girls. he asks them, voice laced with concern, âis y/n okay? did something happen?â
the girls giggle as they finally near your room. mimiko speak up, âshe is okay! but something important really did happen!â
somehow, it sends geto more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?
after a while, they are finally there, and geto wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.
you giggle, ââcalm down, suguru,â you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, âcan you feel it?â
âfeel it? what do you meanââ he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.
you nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.
he rests his head against your stomach, âhow are you, little buddy?â
geto chuckles softly, âbetter not cause trouble for your pretty mom,â his eyes lock with yours, âI hate to see her in pain or discomfort.â
you roll your eyes before patting your husbandâs head, âyouâre quite the charmer, arenât you?â
âI would rather only charm you, yâknow,â he chuckles.
the both of you completely forget about the pair of girls standing at the door way, each snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you.
nanako snickers a little before teasing, âthat line was a bit cheesy, no?â
he quirks an eyebrow at them and they quickly flee away. with a soft sigh and a gentle chuckle, he goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
itâs safe to say that sukuna was surprised with the news of your pregnancy, but he came to terms with it quicker than you expected.
he just had to sit with himself a bit and understand that the âbratâ in you was his âbratâ as well.
he also found himself staring at your stomach longer than he would like. he started to really think about how life will go on from this point onwards.
he is a feared man, the king of curses, with no weaknesses to ever exploit.
that is until you came into his life. he grew fond of you and the rest is history. right now, though, youâre carrying his child.
after a long day, he finally enters your chambers and finds you fast asleep.
he guesses that carrying a child of his own must be more exhausting than that of a normal man. his feet take him to you and his figure towers over your sleeping form.
he watches your expression contort ever so slightly as you stir, perhaps in seek of your comfort.
he sits by your side and his hand traces your every feature, nails slightly grazing you but never hurting you. finally, it reaches your stomach and he frowns lightly.
he sighs, âjust what the hell am I going to do with you?â
he feels a light kick against his palm.
his eyes widen at the movement and his hand involuntary presses against your stomach once more, wanting to feel the kick once again. he narrows his eyes, âwhat? you think that light kick is fit for the kid of the king of curses?â
as if understanding what he said, the baby delivers one rough and tough kick to your abdomen. you wince and whine at the pain, âsukuna, donât be mean to the babyâŠâ
âI am not trying to, woman,â he grumbles, âthat kid is just short-tempered.â
sukuna is sporting quite the frown but it doesnât stop his hand from massaging your stomach and you hum in content before sassing him, âoh wow, I wonder where did he get that from.â
you squeak as you feel a pinch to your side. you glare at sukuna who glares at you back before replying, âhe got it from one stubborn woman who happens to be mine.â
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Princess Party Pt 2 | Lando Norris x Best Friend! Reader
Summary: After a drunken night with his best friend, Lando ran away from the consequences. Over the next eight months, he's reminded that he made a huge mistakes.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. Pregnancy. Lando redemption.
Blonde female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.
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georgerussel63 letâs hope that bean doesnât expect homemade treats in the future
â YourUserName this is exactly why iâm crying so thanks for the reminder!
â georgerussell63 oh no, i was joking. i'm so sorry! donât cry! iâm on my way with ice cream
â YourUserName iâm over ice cream now. i'll take hot dogs?
â georgerussell63 donât tell charles. he just released an ice cream line for you
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charles_leclerc donât cry, y/n/n. bean has a life supply of free ice cream. she wonât even like cookies
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YourUserName not long now. (i believe george called this nesting)
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lilymhe counting down the days until i become a godmother
â francisca.cgomes lily weâve talked about this. i know the number for a good therapist, help with your delusions
â alex_albon ladies, ladies, please. weâve already had this fight. you both lose
â georgerussell63 you all lose because iâm the only contender for godmother
â YourUserName none of you are godmother unless you show up to meet bean in a red sparkly dress and a wand
â georgerussell63 stop watching shrek 2
â YourUserName never!!!
oscarpiastri the room is really coming together. those drawers look amazing
â YourUserName i ask you to help me build one piece of furniture and i never hear the end of it
danielricciardo 2 months to go! not that iâm counting. or excited. in any way shape or form
flonorris1 such a beautiful room. bean has such an amazing mumÂ
charles_leclerc baby incoming!
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alex_albon bean's just training to be an F1 driverÂ
â YourUserName isn't the term usually footballerÂ
â alex_albon oh, please. that kid wonât be a footballer if uncle george and i have anything to do with it. weâll make her the first female wdcÂ
â YourUserName my poor baby. what untalented uncles she has
â alex_albon oi!Â
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georgerussell63 carmen says bean was kicking so much because sheâs excited to meet her aunty
â YourUserName and carmen would be rightÂ
â georgerussell63 i told carmen it was because bean heard my voice and loves me so much alreadyÂ
â YourUserName and you would be wrong
â georgerussell63 pregnancy has made you mean
â YourUserName nah, the hormones just make you less tolerable
â georgerussell63 after all iâve done :(
â YourUserName <3
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YourUserName welcome to the world baby bean l/n-norris tagged: landonorris
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landonorris my two beautiful girls. no words will ever express the amount of love and gratitude i have for you but i will spend the rest of my life trying to show you
â danielricciardo simp
carlossainz55 congratulations. you make beautiful parents
alex_albon little bean is the most beautiful girl ever. i donât think iâve stopped crying since you named me godfather
â lilymhe he really hasnât. but tbf, i havenât stopped crying since you named me godmother
â yoursister i still think she should revoke alex's godfather title. traitor
â alex_albon i apologised!!
â georgerussell63 it means nothing!!!Â
charles_leclerc baby bean is here! i am so excited. we can have little playdates
â alexandrasaintmleux charles, i donât think bean will be able to play with leo for a good while
â YourUserName no but i can! bring him over!!Â
danielricciardo whoâs crying? not me. let me know when you feel ready for visitors as i may have bought a âfewâ things
georgerussell63 beautiful girls. thank you so much for letting me be part of this journey, and for naming me godfatherÂ
â YourUserName itâs a thank you for driving me to the hospital and holding my hair back whilst i puked. i donât know what i wouldâve done without you and carmen
carmenmmundt it was such an honour to be part of this beautiful journey with you.Â
â YourUserName thank you for being there for me. bean and i cannot wait for our first brunch date with aunty carmen
maxverstappen1 i am very happy for the both of you. sheâs beautifulÂ
oscarpiastri the most beautiful baby. i hope sheâs enjoying that dresserÂ
â YourUserName let it go, pookie x
francisca.cgomes i havenât taken my godmother hoodie off since you gifted it to me
â pierregasly can confirm. i'm sick of looking at shrekâs face anytime i walk behind her
mclaren our beautiful papaya baby. we can already promise that she will be the most spoiled girl in the paddock. weâre already setting up a racing nursery đ§Ą
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landonorris to my beautiful daughter and her astounding mother. i am in awe of the pair of you. for the past nine months, i have been the biggest idiot on the planet. and yet both of you welcomed me back into your lives without a second thought. y/n, i have loved you since we were 12 and you kissed me because i grazed my knee falling off my bike. instead of telling you that, i dragged you around the world with me whilst i raced, falling more in love with you each day. your generosity and kindness never fail to wow me. to those who don't know, i was a complete idiot. i ran away from my responsibilities and yet, she didnât hesitate in giving me a second chance. not just as a father but as a partner. she brought our beautiful bean into the world, and i will forever cherish the pair of you. you are my whole world, and if i ever upset either of you, george has full permission to run me over with his car. to y/n and bean, i love you both forever. you are my everything.
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alex_albon iâm so happy for you, mate. you owe me for all the grey hairs you gave me
â landonorris iâm grateful for your friendship, mate. i owe you for so much more than just that haha
â YourUserName @ alex_albon youâre still in trouble
â lilymhe yes he is
carlossainz55 felicidades, compañero đ„łâ€ïž
danielricciardo well done, brother. y/n did an amazing job. iâm glad you took responsibility
fernandoalo_official what a beautiful family. make sure you cherish it
georgerussell63 y/n made such a beautiful bean
â landonorris hey, part of my dna is there too (but, yes, yes she did)
â georgerussell63 unfortunately
oscarpiastri the caption is why you kept asking me for synonyms? but seriously, iâm so glad to have been part of this journey for both of you
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mclaren papaya baby! we cannot wait to see baby bean in the paddock. sheâll be the most important part of race week
arthur_leclerc i cannot believe someone willingly had a baby with you, especially someone as beautiful as y/nÂ
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user1 anyone else notice that none of the wags commented on this post despite y/n being in it?
â user2 you can guarantee they all commented on hers though because theyâve all been gushing about buying baby stuffÂ
â user3 they really said y/n may have forgiven him but we certainly donât
user4 y/n stronger than me because if my baby daddy walked away from me and my child for the entire pregnancy just to decide he wanted to be a father once it was born, iâd cut his dick off
user5 guys, not only did we finally get lando and y/n together. we got mom and dad y/n and lando together
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landonorris happy 1st birthday to my prettiest princess. youâre my favourite mini muppet in the world but if you donât stop growing then you and daddy are going to have some words. (also, daddy best be the only prince charming in your life)Â
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YourUserName whoa whoa whoa, i thought you were my prince charming
â landonorris sorry babe but you know you lost me the minute i looked into her eyesÂ
â YourUserName and here i go crying againÂ
danielricciardo mate, do you really think calling yourself daddy in an insta post is a good idea?
â landonorris @ YourUserName pay up, i told you heâd make it weird
â YourUserName damn it, daniel. you just cost me a back massageÂ
georgerussell63 and best godfather of the year award goes to me for the princess castle
â alex_albon liar! best godfather of the year âtwas me. she danced with me the most and wanted me to have the second slice of cake
oscarpiastri canât believe princess bean locked me in the dungeonÂ
â landonorris she wasnât impressed that you overtook me last weekendÂ
â oscarpiastri sucks to suck, i guessÂ
francisca.cgomes i still canât believe my baby brunch buddy is 1!! when did that happen?Â
â landonorris @ YourUserName has enjoyed playing with the brunch kitchen kit more than bean has
â YourUserName why would you expose me this way? i pushed a kid out for you
alex_albon happy birthday baby bean! canât believe itâs been a whole year of spoiling you
â User6 does this mean alex has been forgiven?
â YourSister no.Â
â alex_albon donât lie to the internet. you gave me a hug earlier
â lilymhe it was only so she could spit in your drink, honey
charles_leclerc happy birthday, bean! she is the most adorable little girl. i think i will need to wear my fairy wings on the weekend to help me go faster
â pierregasly iâve already told alpine that they need to add my tiara to the helmet
User7 okay but can we all appreciate the fact that this little girl had the majority of the Grid at her party, all dressed in some way as princessesÂ
â User8 @ YourUserName câmon, we all know youâre a girlsâ girl, release the photos of the princess grid
â YourUserName shh, i have to wait until they're racing so you've all got 2 hours to save them before they make me take them down
maxverstappen1 P had the best day with bean, and said that y/n is her new bestest friend
â YourUserName aww my heart. please bring P around for playdates forever though, sheâs the best kidÂ
â kellypiquet she was so exhausted she fell asleep in her princess dress
â YourUserName so did lando
â landonorris hey!Â
â YourUserName you started it
User9 i think weâre all asking the same thing; when are you having the next one?
â landonorris @ YourUserName so..? đ
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passenger princess / ln4
established relationship lando norris x fem!reader
no use of y/n, as always.
in which the weekend takes a twist, and all you want is a baby.
prompt⯠hi! first of all, i absolutely ADORE your writing. iâve been reading all of your stuff for the past few days!! second, i was scrolling on pinterest and i rediscovered the lando daddy bracelet pic. that combined with THE dutch gp pic made me be down even worse for him. with that i request a fic with an established reader x lando relationship. thatâs set during the weekend of the 2024 dutch gp. where he wears the bracelet over the course of the weekend and it gets you(? or me? idk how to phrase that) really worked up, and after he wins they fuck while heâs still wearing it. and itâs like the most rough feral sex known to mankind. but at the end you want him to come in you and heâs like âoh you wanna make me a daddyâ. like yes it is a slight breeding kink but itâs more of the idea of the bracelet and how he definitely knew what he was doing when he wore it (in the fic and irl too tbh). thatâs the general idea but feel free to put your own spin on it!! i am incredibly down bad for him and that photo did something to me. ty đ€đ§Ą
a/n ⯠yeah tbh i got no excuse for this one chat...like...how could i not resist a breeding kink...i know y'all want it too. but for real--- thank you anon for being patient. i had a lot of fun writing this in between doing work. writing is an escape for me. thank you to all for the continued support, and i'll be continuing to get through asks as time moves along. comment below to be added to my taglist, or comment in general! i love replying to all of them as much as i can.
warnings ⯠SMUT 18+++!!! minors DNI!!!, language, choking, p in v sex (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, breeding kink, impregnation, teasing, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, begging, mating press-- allat shit tbh. if i miss a warning, let me know.
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things had begun to be different between you and lando. you couldnât pinpoint the exact moment when the gears shifted, the stars aligned, though you only cared how good it made you feel with him.Â
but he knew. he knew exactly when.
youâd been dating lando for two years now. it was two years of pure blissâ the exciting lifestyle that youâve craved, the love and care, the passion that you shared with him was exquisitely yours. he is yours. and you are his.
that morning in the paddock he was speaking to max, chattering about the post collision from hungaroring. they seemed to make up in due time, finding it easier to call one another âbrotherâsâ again, despite the damages done to their cars and the media in an uproar about their impish, punitive behaviors. you didnât spare any glance towards the comments made about it, knowing that lando had been in a rough shape that weekend.Â
you played with penelope, p, as they were talking, squatted on the ground with colored pens in your hand. kelly loomed behind, on her phone, thankful enough that you could occupy her for the time being. you had no issue entertaining her. you loved being around childrenâŠmost of the time.Â
âthis one?â you held out the red pen for p, as she was pointing to with a bashful look. she was shyâ especially around you, given your ethereal, wanderlust nature. you carried yourself in such an elegant way that could facilitate a ray of sunlight through the most tepid storms.Â
she nodded and you handed it to her. she latched her smaller hand around it, coloring in the rb20 from her sketchbook. your hand fell beneath your chin as you watched her carefully color inside the lines, dreading falling out of it. you smiled as she did, the dress you wore crinkling fashionably around your thighs.Â
p flashed the page at you nervously, awaiting her input. your eyes glowed, sparkles falling onto the page as you scanned it. she really did do a good job.
âbeautiful, p!â you commented, your palm splaying over her upper back. âyouâre really good at this, you know?â
a shade of red filled her cheeks, warming her skin. you hadnât meant to embarrass her, nor make her nervous.Â
âdo you want to color one with me?â you asked her, pointing to the pages in the book. she hesitated for a moment, as if she didnât hear you properly, but ended up nodding with the same excitement that she did when sheâd see max on the podium. âyou pick. somethingâŠpretty.â
the gears were turning in her head as she flipped through the pages, trying to find the perfect one for you and her to work on. you, on the other hand, were focused on how her brows scrunched together as she furiously searched through her booklet. it was cute the way she perceived things. she was a cutie. it made you think about your own future, what you wanted.Â
what you wanted,
your eyes drifted from the carpeted floors inside the hospitality room, to the shoes that he wore, and up his black jeans to the papaya livery he sported for the day. you lingered on the expanse of his chest, the tan skin peaking through the v-neck of his unbuttoned collar. your mouth watered instinctively, thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like lando love you so deeply.
as you glanced further up towards his chin, the unshaved rigid surface that sparked electricity over your body, you found him already looking down at you. he wasnât even paying attention to max at this point, already giving you all of his attention and you didnât even need to ask.Â
you gave him a smile, covering your lips afterward to stifle your giggle, and turned back to p once she tapped you that sheâd found a picture for the two of you to color.
âmate?â
lando was lost in a daze staring at you. gawking at your figure, the dress you decided to wear. it was a denim colored sheath that youâd twin with alexandra with. sheâd wear the gia dress in a pomegranate hue, whereas you took the navy.Â
landoâs hand was cupped against his chin, rubbing over his stubble, keen on watching how you interacted with p.Â
your relationship had progressed further than heâs ever gotten to before in his life. he was at a point where he knew he didnât want anyone else, to explore someone elseâs body the way he did yours. he knew you, inside and out, and he didnât think another connection was even fathomable.Â
you appeared to be so gentle with her, taking the time to listen to what she wanted you to do, how to color, maneuver the pens. there would be no outside the line coloring on her watch, that was for sure.Â
he found himself smiling bright.Â
do you want kids?Â
he knew that he did. he always knew that. but heâd never broach the subject to you directly. your relationship with him was secure, but was it eligible to be taken to the next level? would you be frightened by his sudden urge to create a life with you? a product of him, and the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen?
âyeah? sorry.â lando looked back towards max. but it was too late, and max was looking over his shoulder towards you and p.
when he looked back towards lando, he threw his hands up in defense. max rolled his eyes. âdonât know why you havenât proposed to her yet. whatâre you waiting for?âÂ
lando bristled. he waited a moment to answer, wondering the same fucking thing. what was he waiting on? the perfect time, perhaps. summer break was rapidly approaching, and he certainly had a ring picked out.Â
the papaya clad driver pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos, settled on the right one, and handed it to max. the other driver took it, zooming in, not that he needed to.Â
âwhen?â
lando shrugged. âsummer break. greece, maybe.âÂ
max cheered, slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. âyouâre serious, mate?â lando nodded. max pulled him in for a hug, slapping him over the back. he couldnât be happier for his best friend in this moment, starting to jump up and down. lando settled him down and slid his phone back into his pocket.Â
âkeep it quiet. i want her to be surprised.âÂ
max made a motion of a lock and key. âsurprised about what?âÂ
lando felt giddy.
you hadnât been paying much attention to what lando nor max were chittering about. youâd been so hyper focused on coloring with p, that you were absent minded of the conversation behind you.Â
p had picked out a cartoon illustration of max and lando smiling towards the viewer. youâd thought it was an adorable choice, and it showed that p was more aware than what she led on to be. she, of course, started coloring in max. with his neutrally blonde hair, redbull cap, she was fast working.Â
but then she shoved the book towards you, politely anyways, and pointed at lando, who was yet to be colored in.Â
âmy turn?â she nodded her head, handing you the orange marker.Â
you grinned, carefully coloring in the lines of the drawing before p took a deep breath. âare you and lando married?âÂ
the question had you freeze momentarily, taken back by her question. âno, p, weâre not.âÂ
you continued to color, whilst she continued to question. âwhy not?â
âbecause he hasnât asked me.â
âwhy donât you ask him?âÂ
âiâm not sure thatâs what he wants.â
p raised a brow. she looked towards lando and max, giggling together like school girls, then back to you and your focused coloring.
she handed you a brown marker for landoâs curls. âi think you should.â
now it was your turn to be inquisitive, âreally, now?â
she nodded her head without hesitating. âthen youâd be my aunt!â she giggled.Â
you colored in landoâs curls, carefully, diligently, thinking of how they felt beneath your fingertips. your breath hitched thinking about the thought of him proposing, wondering if he had ever even thought about it. you knew what your answer would be. it wouldnât even take a beat of your heart to give him in answer, if he chose to ask. if he chose you.Â
with one final stripe of a black marker, your drawing of lando had been finished. you stood up, and so did p.Â
âare you going to have babies?â
âp!â you gasped, mouth dropping. âthatâs none of your business, young lady.âÂ
she laughed, twirling around. âwhat? thatâs what mama says happens when you love someone.â confident, wasnât she? âdo you love lando?â
âof course i do, p.â
she gasped.
âis there a baby in there right now?!â she seemed concerned, becoming so bold as to touch your stomach. it was a little higher than where your womb sat beneath your skin, but close enough.Â
you shook your head. âno, honey. i am not having a baby right now.âÂ
she looked disappointed. taking her hand back, she crossed them over her chest.Â
âpenelope, what are you going on about?â kelly finally chimed in, rubbing pâs back with her hand.Â
ânothing.âÂ
but it wasnât nothing.
lando appeared behind you, a hand on your lower back. you leaned into him, recognizing his touch, and you got a brief wave of panic wondering if he heard your conversation with p.Â
âp,â lando said over your shoulder. she looked up. âdo you still have your bracelet making kit?âÂ
she nodded again, though you werenât quite sure what heâd need it for. you guessed youâd find out eventually, because lando uttered, âitâs a secret, sorry baby.â
and he followed p to her small table, pulling out the kit from her backpack. she had taken landoâs hand to guide him, and you watched fondly.Â
too fondly, you thought, and knew you were in deep shit.
the morning of the dutch grand prix had you biting at the corners of your fingernails with anticipation. the summer break you had spent with lando was more than you could imagineâ filled with delicious foods, sunny weather, morning swims, and of course, the sex. with more free time that lando had, he was utterly obsessed with you. he worshiped the ground you walked on, and it made you feel like more than the queen you deserved to be.Â
in the paddock you stood, shifting on your feet, anxiously fiddling with your purse once your fingernails sufficed. lily joined at your side, ethereal with her effortless beauty, and she nudged you with her elbow. âyou look nervous,â she gave a short laugh.
you scoffed but joined in on her antics. âdo i?â you certainly did. lily raised her brows to inquire further of your apparent distress.Â
relenting, you couldnât resist her. there was no reason toâ you were both practically attached at the hip. ever since oscar had been signed to mclaren, the two of you were inseparable. the famous mclaren WAGs.Â
your relationship with lando had been going on for two years now. sure, youâd had some rocky slopes to climb with the schedule of his career and the development of your own; thatâs the thing about relationships though, isnât it? that no matter what hill youâd have to climb, youâd find one another on the other side. the two of you wanted to make it work, so there was no obsolete universe in which youâd never find each other.Â
âhe needs this, lils.â you practically sighed, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eye. she looked at you with the same softness that a mother would, or a best friend that you could count on.Â
âyou know heâll do well.â oh, donât you know it. lando, whilst on vacation, never took a momentâs worth of rest. he wanted this just as much as you did for him, a second career win. it was all that you could think about the moment you stepped off the plane before him in zandvoort. it was going to happen. you had a feeling.Â
and a good one at that.Â
qualifying swept by in a flash. the saturday afternoon was a clean sweep for your boyfriend in the front row. you couldnât be more proud of him. when he was finished with his interviews and taking his leave with his half removed fireguard, you launched at him.
flinging your arms around his neck, he gripped onto your waist and thighs like his life depended on it. it did. your nose found the sweat against the column of his neck, inhaling deeply. you melted into him.
lando felt the same. with his forehead burrowing into the hair on your scalp, he let out a deep breath that heâd been holding since he got out of the car.Â
âmissed my sweet girl,â he breathed, the sweat and perspiration heating the hairs on your head. you sighed softly, relaxing into him as he held you tighter.Â
you broke away from him, setting yourself on the ground. you stood happily in front of him, rocking on your heels and playing with the hem of the black, sponser-ridden firesuit.Â
ââm so fucking proud, lan. pole? pole on the first race back?â you were in shellshock, overjoyed disbelief.Â
he raised a hand to cup your face before heâd be whisked away. the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye, one that he mustâve put on once he stepped out of the car. the friendship letter bracelet read loudly to you, it letters all capitalized.Â
âdaddyâ
you gripped his hand, observing the ornament. you raised a brow. is this the bracelet he had made with p?Â
lando let out a short laugh. âlike it?âÂ
you flushed, staring down at the small, dainty thing. it had you shifting on your feet, ideas and fantasies running wild through your pillage of a mind. âmaybe.â you hummed, stroking the beads with your index finger.Â
âwore it for you.âÂ
the statement had you standing up straight. âreally now?â lando nodded.Â
and before he was whisked away, he whispered into your ear, âdonât get any ideas, baby. i know that look.âÂ
you were rendered speechless, and by the time you managed to open your mouth, he had already left through the door.Â
the following day was race day. you were dressed flawlessly, curating perfection with your outfits to match the same prestige that lando had with his fans. also, you enjoyed feeling pretty. looking pretty, as lando would often say to you. he didnât forget this morning either, arriving to the paddock with you in tow, hand wrapped tightly with yours.
as he took selfie after selfie, signed hat after hat, he didnât forget to remind you, âyou look beautiful,â that always brought a smile to your face, a blush fanning your cheeks.Â
when the two of you made it inside of mclarenâs hospitality, you were greeted by both lily and oscar. you gave her a warming hug, and she returned it with the same affirmation. when you separated, she danced on her tip-toes. lando and oscar side stepped toward the tea and coffee station, chatting amongst themselves.Â
âwow!â you were confused, raising a brow. âfront row for him, hmm? told you, had nothing to worry about.âÂ
you rolled your eyes, still holding anxieties for the race. you were always concerned going into a weekend. no matter how many grand prixâs youâve attended, seen lando come out safe and sound, you still picked at the skin of your fingertips. anxious habits die hard.Â
landoâs managers came in alongside oscarâs beckoning both mclaren drivers to follow them to get ready for the race. lando found you instantly, his hands finding the handles on your hips, squeezing inward. you tensed at the action, wondering what had him on such edge.Â
you spun, hands running from his chest up to his neck, his cheeks. you cupped his face in your hands, sheepishly smiling.Â
âyouâll win this for me?â
he scoffed, âalways.âÂ
you smiled harderâif that was possibleâ and connected your lips with his. he returned your kiss, diving deep into your mouth. he held you close by your lower back, as if this was the last time that heâd ever kiss you. he sought to deepen your kiss by the clacking of your teeth, his tongue incessantly searching the inside of your mouth.Â
you separated yourself, still holding onto his cheeks. lando dipped his forehead against yours, seeking another kiss, but you pulled away. âgo. theyâre waiting for you.âÂ
âdonât care.âÂ
you flushed, allowing him one last peck before you patted his cheek. âseriously. go.âÂ
he chuckled to himself, kissing the top of your head, uttering a soft âi love you,â before being swept away.Â
âi love you too.â you mouthed, returning your attention back to lily. she was in awe of how you and lando behaved, carving such a rugged, playful boy into a man of posture and mannerisms that were only reflected by your good nature.Â
âwhat?â
ânothingâŠâ she looked away.
âlily.âÂ
âyouâve got that man on a leash,â she broke into a fit of giggles. you looked back to where they were walking out. lando had been looking for you, then at you. he gave a wave, you returned it, then looked back at lily.Â
âi prefer the term âfree-roaming.ââÂ
the race was coming to an end with a single lap left. lando led the race with a twenty-two second lead, and your hands were clasped tightly together with your headset on. you listened carefully to his radio messages, sassy and revving, and had your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. with lily by your side, the two of you were anxiously awaiting the end.
your face suddenly appeared on screen, displaying your glistening eyes, perfectly done makeup and hair. a chic smile grew on your cheeks. you turned towards the camera man and allotted a small wave. your name appeared under the screen, lando norrisâ partner.Â
godâŠ
was there anything more prideful than that?
surely there was, but it didnât matter to you. you were there to support your boyfriend, lando, your lando, and it was more than enough to see that you were recognized as that.Â
the checkered flag appeared and lando was on the headline for crossing. you had to clutch your heart, hoping to grip it from the inside out to slow its beating, and it didnât cease when his mcl38 zipped past the flag.Â
there was an eruption of cheers throughout the garage and you were swarmed with love by the fellow mechanics and lily, too, who was happy for you to witness such a grand victory. a more than well earned victory.Â
a second one in the books for him. you couldnât have been happier.Â
the podium gathering didnât take long, and you managed to be at the front of the barricade, shoved forward by the team. you stood there, graceful and beautiful as he always saw you, and you were the loudest to clap and cheer as he walked out from the cool down room.Â
âyour winner, lando norrisâŠ!â and you couldnât help the tears that fell down your cheeks, the camera picking up your emotional feedback on the big screen. his eyes caught to it from the bannister, stepping up onto the tallest podium, and found you right at the front. his heart melted, dripped a red hot flame that burned for you. to see you there for him, emotional above all, solidified his feelings. what he wanted in his future.Â
you. you above anything else. you above racing, his career, his everything. he had nothing if you werenât by his side.Â
he took off his pirelli hat and let the national anthem play. the camera panned away from you then to zak brown. you swayed gently to the anthem, lost in your own world of loving him. you saw him through clear glasses, though he was always your rose. there was nothing more that you wanted in the future than to be with him. you and lando.Â
after his attributed champagne pop, the crowd dissipated from the pit lane and you engaged in conversations with different women, friends, and coworkers of mclaren. you were jovial with your presence, engaged as much as you could be, though your thoughts kept tracing back to him. lando, lando, lando.Â
you ended your evening in conversations with the ferrari womenâ alexandra, rebecca, and one of charlesâ friends, marta. youâre a recent acquaintance, meeting her only just a few moments ago. she was noticeably pregnant, and you wondered if that was just the recurring theme of the day.Â
âhow far along are you?â rebecca chimed in.Â
âabout twenty weeks, i think.â she smiled, holding her bump and leaning back into one of her heels to get a more comfortable angle.Â
âhalf way there! are you excited?â you asked her, sipping your sparkling water.Â
âof course,â she grimaced, though there was joy behind her eyes. âit can be hard, but itâs worth it. always worth it to see my husband with my daughter, and now itâll be brand new with this babe.âÂ
you gave her a heart-warming smile.Â
âthey kick every so oftenââ she grimaced again, reeling her face into a tight knot. âlike right now. do you want to feel?â she was looking at you. it took you a second to understand that she was referring to you, but you jumped at the opportunity.
âare you sureâŠ?âÂ
marta nodded. âput your hand here,â she placed your hand on her right side. you waited a moment before there was a small lurch beneath your palm. you looked up at her in pure disbelief, marveled by such a feeling. you wondered what itâd feel like to feel your own baby kick.Â
âsoâŠâ alexandra leered mischievously, âdo you plan on having children? with lando?âÂ
is everyone asking that today?
you stood up straight, embarrassed by the question, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. âfor sure. thereâs no one else i want. whenever the time is right.âÂ
âheâd be such a good dad.â alexandra added, and you couldnât agree more.
âyou shouldâve seen him earlier with penelopeââ the girls were reeling at your story. âmaking bracelets with her. almost tripped over my own dress,â you covered your mouth to laugh, attempting to keep your voice down.
âsomeone has baby fever.â marta commented.Â
âugh,â rebecca groaned. âyou two are picturesque. alex and i were just talking about it.âÂ
âoh?â you wished to know more by their insinuation. it wasnât often that you listened to anything about you or landoâs relationship. half of the time it was negative comments from fans across social media, and you didnât want the other half to get to your head. you knew you were lucky as is, the least you could do was stay humble.Â
âohhhh most definitely.â alexandra nodded. âyouâve been together for whatâ ever? weâre waiting for an engagement post.âÂ
you were floored. it has been a good amount of time. âso am i,â it came as a laugh. you wondered if lando thought about it. if the thought ever crossed his mindâ the possibility of you becoming his wife.Â
it did.Â
he was watching you. heâd been done with his interviews for a good ten minutes now, but he was gripped by the scene unfolding before him. he had distracted himself by glancing at his phone, pretending to be scrolling through notifications. but he was staring. hard.Â
your hand was so tender-loving as it grazed martaâs baby bump. you looked up at her with a graceful smile, asking her important questions about her pregnancy. why were you so interested?Â
fuck, he hoped the answer he wanted was what you were thinking.Â
you, pregnant in your floral dresses, pleated gowns, traipsing around the halls of your joint home. barefoot, glowing, effervescent. he could see it now. the vision coming to life, coming to fruition from just a mere fantasy. he felt his dick twitch in his pants, his groin running hot.
he overheard the conversation, too.Â
âdo you plan on having children? with lando?âÂ
for sure. thereâs no one else iâd want.Â
fuuuuck. lando had to turn around, attempting to calm himself down. his entire body was aflame, an eternal gloss of bliss for wanting you. needing you. he needed to feel you. your touch. your skin beneath him, the way you curl effortlessly against the shape of his body.
yeah, heâs fucked.Â
after a few calming deep breaths, he was at least presentable. with his calmed down cock, he immediately made a beeline in your direction. he wantedâno, needed to get his hands around you as soon as possible. it was a world-ending feeling that suffocated him, gripped him by the throat.Â
you heard him approach before you saw him. landoâs hands were warm around your hips as he pulled you close. you felt the outline of his cock in his pants as he jut his hips forward. you turned your head over your shoulder, glancing up at him.Â
his nose found a home in the curve of your neck. you giggled when you felt his stubble tickle your skin, a hand coming instinctively to hold the side of his face tight against your skin. he breathed soundly against you, finding eternal peace of mind plastered against your body.
âit was nice seeing you alex, rebecca.â you began to bid your farewells. âmarta, it was a pleasure to meet you.â marta leaned in for a hug, which pulled you away from the warmth of landoâs body. you felt like a snail ripped from its shellâ hollow, cold.Â
âthe same for you,â pregnancy looked good on her. though, you canât recall the last time youâve seen her without a baby blooming inside her. âif you ever need adviceâŠalex has my number.âÂ
you blushed, feeling landoâs hand around your lower belly tense. âthank you. iâll be in touch.â you glance towards rebecca and alexandra, following landoâs pace back to the car.
landoâs eyes were hot as they drilled holes into the side of your head. you could feel it, though you werenât even looking at him. âi can feel your urge to talk, lan.âÂ
he laughed, holding your hand tight in his. âno. no, itâs nothing.âÂ
you stopped dead in your tracks, pulling your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âokay, okay,â he apologized, taking your hand back into his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss. his lips were warm and wet against your skin. your breath hitched.
âwell, go on, then.âÂ
âthis is the congratulations i get? damn, baby, youâre rugged.âÂ
you shoved his face away, beginning to walk back to the car once more. âyou know iâm proud. donât be silly, now.âÂ
âi know, i know,â there was a brief silence. âyou can show me in other ways.âÂ
âlando!â you gasped, and he broke into a fit of laughter. âdirty bastard.â you mumbled.Â
âwhat was that, baby?âÂ
ânothing. nothing. just like what you wanted to tell me, i guess.â two can play at this game. you heard him scoff, but ultimately relent.Â
âalright, alright. i justâŠâ he became shy with the tone of his voice. you could recognize it instantly. âheard your conversation with the girls, is all.âÂ
you attempted your best effort to still your facial expressions from annoyance, shock, embarrassment, and all of the fucking above.Â
 âyou heardâŠall of it?âÂ
âthe gist.âÂ
you tried to cover your face to shield yourself from the world. god, that was your fucking nightmare. you hadnât ever even touched upon a subject like that with him before. and now he had heard it from you talking to your girlfriends? oh, you just felt like the worst girlfriend in the world right now.Â
âfuck. i didnât mean toââÂ
âno, baby,â he opened the car door for you to slip into the passenger seat. you stepped in, gripping his forearm to sit down.Â
when he climbed in himself and turned over the engine, you shifted to face him. before you could even open your mouth to speak, he cut you off.Â
âi want kids, too, you know. with you.âÂ
âoh.â a weight lifted from your shoulders in that moment, and then you felt utterly stupid for thinking that he wouldâve reacted badly. this is your lando youâre talking to. a man you can share anything with. âyou do?âÂ
he looked flabbergasted. âyouâre joking, right?â
you shot your hands up in defense. âi donât know! children arenât exactlyâŠtemporary. i justâ i didnât know if you thought of meââ
âyouâre permanent, love.â his hand wrapped around your thigh as he pulled out of the driverâs lot, whipping past the fans that were keen on snapping a picture of him.Â
though youâve known that, deep down, it still hit you like the first time he told you that he loved you. a jaw-dropping epiphany that had been right in front of you the whole time. youâd been short-sighted, enjoying every moment that you had with him, and had become unknowing about the future youâve been perpetuating with him.
you covered his hand with your own, playing with the bracelets around his wrist. the charm bracelet âdaddyâ dangled between your fingers, rolling the beads over and over again.Â
âyouâd make a good daddy, wouldnât you?â you said the words under your breath, but even he could hear them like youâd shouted them in his face. he tightened his grip around your thigh.
âdonât say things like that,â he shook his head, eyes locked on the road ahead.Â
the air became heavy between you two. when wasnât it? not only did passion run through your veins, but heinous desire breathed life to your souls.Â
âwhy?â you stroked the top of his hand with your nails. âyou heard what i said to the girls.â his head lolled against the back rest. âwhatâs different now?âÂ
you felt the car accelerate. it vibrated the cushion you were nestled atop of, sending shockwaves through your cunt.
âdriving me fucking nuts, darling.âÂ
you knew you were. it was the secret to your relationshipâ the two of you understanding what made you tick. seethe with lust until there was no other option for you to climb him like a tree.
it didnât take long before he reached the hotel, pulling up to the front. you were getting your things to get up, but he was lost on his phone, pretending to be busy. âcoming?â you asked.
âpfftââ you could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror. âi wish. give me a second.â you couldnât help but huff to yourself under your breath, stepping out of the car with your heels clinking to the ground.
 with your purse over your shoulder you stepped up onto the curb, but was distracted by a small voice echoing over your shoulder.Â
down the sidewalk was a mother and a stroller. you smirked lowly, taking only the few steps itâd take to reach the mother and child.Â
âoh my gosh,â you squealed. the mother was taken back, but by your demeanor and eyes on her baby, she returned a smile. by her pink bonnet and bunny swath, you knew she was the cutest thing youâd ever laid eyes on. âshe is just the cutest thing!âÂ
âthank you,â the woman said.
âshe looks just like her mama,â you heard landoâs car door open, most definitely within earshot. âdonât you, sweet thing? yes you do!â you cooed at the baby, who erupted in a fit of louder giggles and mumbles.Â
the mother was flushed, but happy. âyouâre too kind. youâre good with children? do you have any of your own?âÂ
jackpot..!!
you clutched your purse as you stood up straight. you played into your theatrics, âoh gosh, i wish! my husband and i have been trying for ages, but heâs just so busy with workâŠâÂ
the woman tsked with disappointment for you. âyouâd make a beautiful mother,âÂ
âyou think so?âÂ
she nodded her affirmation.Â
âthatâs so sweet of you.â you were really milking this scene, especially that you knew lando was listening.Â
âis that your husband there?â she pointed to over your shoulder. and there he was, your husband, watching the two of you from behind the ajar car door.Â
âmmm, yes, it is.â you offered a cordial wave to him. he stuck two fingers up for a lazy wave, waiting for you to return to him. âi should go. it was a pleasure, maâam. your baby is adorable.â
she nodded a thanks, and you took your sweet time walking back to the car. you could hear lando tapping the windshield incessantly. before his head dipped down back into the car he called, âget back in.âÂ
youâŠadmit, you were confused. brows furrowed, you opened the passenger side door and bent down, âwhyâ?â
âget in the car,â your name was a rumble in his chest. you still didnât know what he was doing nor going, and your stubborn self wouldnât settle for a verbal answer.
you took too long for him. gripping your arm, he pulled you into the passenger seat, and you landed on your ass with a âthumpâ.Â
he fired up the engine again and pulled out of the traffic circle of the hotel. he radiated with heatâ you could feel it from where you sat. âwhere are we going?âÂ
he didnât answer you.Â
you crossed your arms and legs, looking out the window. the area was unknown to you, but lando always seemed like he knew where he was going.Â
it took only a minute for him to pull into an empty level of a parking garage, dimly lit with only one overhead light at the entrance of the ramp. he put the car in park.Â
âwhat are weââ
you couldnât finish your sentence until you were on his lap, hands gripping your waist so tightly that you had to gasp for air.Â
âhusband?âÂ
oh
ohâŠ!
well, this was a change you welcomed with open arms.Â
he lowered the seat back until you were straddled atop of him, fingers aimlessly toiling with the zipper of his jeans.Â
âdonât know what youâreââ
he snapped upward, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. âbaby,â he breathed, and you shivered. âwhat do you want?â
your hips naturally moved back and forth against his own, dress hiked well above your stomach. his hand snaked between your legs, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. he hummed when you didnât reply, flicking his finger upward to graze your clit.Â
you mewled.Â
âwhat was that?â
your hand twisted around the hem of his shirt. you were already breathless, clenching around nothing except the sound of his words.Â
âtell me,â he muttered, staring up at your disheveled state. he made quick work of sliding your panties to the side, massaging the folds of your cunt between his fingers. you continued your writhing against him.Â
âwant you,â was what you managed to breathe out, hips rutting against his palm. he tsked, but allowed you this moment. a moment for him to bask in the way that you move your hips, writhe against his clothed cock that was egregiously hardening by the second and each amount of pressure you applied.Â
he slid his fingers in and out of you with ultra maneuvering, in and out, all around. he was a mastermind when it came to feeling you up, exploring you both on the outside, and the in. you were in heaven, ultimately, when he curled his fingers so deeply upon thrusting them. your cunt tightened so viciously around him that he groaned, his head falling back and his hardened cock thrusting upward. to no avail, his dick was strained against the cloth of his pants.
âfuck,â he cussed, curling his fingers over and over again. your body began to shiver, and only began to fall from grace when his thumb traced against your clit. stimulation grew hotter and hotter, until you let out a piercing moan from the depths of your throat. he angled his fingers differently, making you squirm.
âlando!â you breathed, feeling your climax creeping up on you faster than you could even blink. your core tightened, a coil of veracious flames churning around each other manifesting a slew of energy that released sparks from your nerves. your folds were inflamed, puffy, beating hot that you couldnât think straight. lando was touching you with his other hand anywhere that he could reach. he palmed your breasts through your dress, twisted a nipple to earn a delicious squeal.Â
âcome on, sweet thing,â he encouraged you with that stupid lopsided smile of his, you were looking down on him, sweat beading at his forehead, pupils blown dark and wide. his hand that was groping your breast moved upward, threading around the column of your throat. âshow daddy what youâre made of.âÂ
his hand tightened, and you felt the coil snap. he continued to pump his fingers in and out, maneuvering so perfectly, hitting that exact spot with precision.Â
he knew you came when your eyes rolled back into your head, legs quivering around his waist. god, youâre a sexy thing.Â
his hand loosened from around your neck, dropping to your chest, fiddling with the van cleef necklace he had gifted you. it reeked of possession, marking you as his with the âl.n.â initials engraved on the back of the golden surface.
the moment of bliss passed before he was pulling the zipped down from your dress and throwing it from over your head. your panties were next, though the fabric was thin as is. there you were, bare and glistening, before your so-called âhusbandâ as you had worded it. he wouldnât forget it, a spark igniting within him that was lit by the phrase leaving your tongue. he didnât think that it would affect him so muchâ
but it did.Â
he made quick work of his own pants, shoving them down to his knees beneath you, breathless and needy.Â
you gripped the hem of his shirt. he lifted his arms to hasten the process, and the shirt went to the back seat. with his skin exposed, you couldnât help but run your hands along his tan, toned chest. it made you dripping wet, though he was barely touching you now.Â
with your skin atop of his, carnage was sure to ensue. he took a drag of his fingers against your wet cunt and brought it to his lips. he sucked on them, releasing with a âpop.â your mouth hung open in anticipation for what he was going to do next. he always kept you on your toes.Â
but thisâŠthis is not what you expected.Â
he took a ring from his index finger, plated in silver, and slid it onto your ring finger on your left hand. the wedding finger.Â
it stuck to your sweaty palm, sure enough to not slip off.Â
âletâs make it official then, pretty girl.âÂ
you sat upon him astonished, looking down at the adornment that he had given to you. it dazzled on your finger.Â
âif youâre my wife, what does that make me?â
the words trembled from your lips, thighs tightening around his own. you could feel his dick sprung to life against your backside. âmy husband.âÂ
âgood, baby, you learn fast.âÂ
you gulped, finally taking a look at him from his propped upright position. he was downright smitten with you, guzzling everything about you inside of him. you were his, so much fucking so, that he was going to ruin you. and he didnât even feel bad for wanting it.Â
âmy husbandâŠâ you repeated, lowering your face down to meet his own. he smelled so goodâa mix of sweat and his cologne.Â
his hand tangled into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to meet your eye level.Â
âmakes me fucking crazy when yâsay itâŠâÂ
you knew that was the truth. youâd known the minute you sat down in the car. his demeanor had changed, shifted to something darker that you didnât quite understand. it was insane enough as is that youâd discovered so many things about him within a short period of time.Â
âhusband, daddyâŠwhatâs the difference?â you cooed, kissing up and down his neck. he groaned, landing a smack on your ass that had you giggling.Â
ââll just make you a mommy if you keep throwinâ that word âround.âÂ
you grinned ear to ear. against his cheek, you took a deep breath in, before letting go.Â
âdaddy.âÂ
if youâve ever made a good decision in your life, this has to be the best. a switch flipped. gears started to turn in his head. the spark plug burst into flames.Â
you were his undoer,
the key to his shackled restraint,
the sun to his universe.
it was always you. youâd been right in front of him for the past two years. two years to get to this point. two years for the woman he loved most in this world to be sucking his neck whispering âdaddyâ into his ear.Â
lando sat upright in the seat. with a hand at the back of your head, he forced eye contact with you. this was different. this look. you could feel it in your heart, your folds, as they began to beat synchronously. life with him was euphoria, and sex had been the serendipitous release for both of you.Â
but seeking the future together?
heaven incarnate.
despite being locked inside such a tight space, lando managed to swap your position with a suave move. you were on your back, shocked by his carnal rampage, as he hooked your legs upward. your toes scathed the ceiling of the car, pressed deep into the metal chassis.Â
âkiss me,â you demanded with the breath that you could take. he didnât waste a second, leaning down to your lips and capturing you with the most breathtaking press that he could muster. his tongue and your own fought for dominance over one another; you lost, quickly, unable to match his revered pace.Â
he wanted to eat you from top to bottom. devour your insides, carry you with him every day of his life. you would be his, one way or another, and he didnât care how it was.Â
lucky enough, you were more than willing to be his bride, his lover, his person.Â
because he was yours.Â
then he was inside of you. braving the treachery of your tight walls, he hissed when the tip of his cock slipped through your folds. youâd been dripping on the leather seat.Â
âfuck, babyâŠâ his head fell to the crevice of your neck and collarbone.Â
âoh my godddâŠâ the moan you both let out was terribly lewd, grotesque, even, with how he didnât start a pace. you both savored this sweet moment of lust, passion, and a figurative toast to a lifelong commitment to fucking one another.Â
with each thrust he took, he aimed to make a statement. deeper and deeper he penetrated you, his cock crafted of divine measure with how he quartered your g-spot.Â
you could never stay still beneath him. it had him on edge the way you squirmed. dare say it was one of the most favorite things about you, though the list would be never-ending. you shiver from pleasure, leaning into him as your cunt squelches beneath you.Â
echoes of moans bounce off the interior of the car, whilst a smile of greed and possession conceives on his own cheeks. the angle he has you at is deeper than any that youâve had beforeâ it left no room for noncommittal nature, no room for you to complain about wanting him closer, more, more, more.Â
âyâfeel me here?â his hand rest on your lower belly, your womb, as he applied pressure. you do feel him there. the indent of his cock is poignant, bulging out from the skin.Â
âmhmâŠ!â you whine, trying to keep your mouth shut from the onslaught of moans pouring out.Â
his attention turned to your tits as he swallowed a nipple whole with his tongue, sucking feverishly at the sensitive bud. it had you weak, dribbling to puddy.Â
he could only think about how youâd look pregnant. swollen tits, round belly, glowing with his child.Â
âthis what you wanted?â he grunted, his pace quickening. you were too dumb to speak, a droplet of drool leaking from your mouth. âhm? fuck youâfuck, fill you up?âÂ
your back arched at the sentence, not knowing that his words could have such an arousing effect on you. this arousal was different. the way you clench around him was different. your actions spoke a lot louder than your words.Â
âyeah? i can feel you, darling.â sounds of skin slapping and your hoarse voice could only be heard. he fucked you so good, treated you even better. fuck it, youâd rather be pregnant than anything else.Â
âplease, pleaseâŠâ you didnât know what you were pleading for, in truthâ he was already fucking you like heâd been in a rut.Â
âyeah? that what you want? want a baby?âÂ
your head nodded furiously up and down, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks. lando bent down to kiss them away, followed by a capturing of your lips. he swallowed your breaths, your moans. he trailed kisses down the column of your throat; your collarbones, breasts, nipples, nothing went untouched by his mouth.Â
âgodâŠtheseâŠâ he muttered against your tits, voice sending shockwaves through your body. âimagine how big theyâd be.â he managed to chuckle to himself. âswollen and beautiful,â he kissed the top of your abdomen.Â
âlandoâŠâ
his head shot up from his daze.Â
âthe time is right. please, pleaseââ your words seemed to hit him like a truck. the foreplay had turned reality, and he was more than ready to lurch into fate.Â
âwhat, pretty girl?â
your face flushed, biting your lip. âgive me a baby, need itâlan, need it so bad.â your hand found the back of his neck, tugging on the strands of his hair.Â
he tsked, his pace evening out to a level throttle. your lips formed a sweet pout, and he stroked your chin with his index finger. âgive you?â he mocked. âoh, donât think thatâs how we ask, do we?â
âlanâŠplease, please, can i have your baby? need it so bad lando, need itâŠâ you swallowed your breath. âdaddyâŠwanna make you a daddyâŠplease.âÂ
it was more than enough for him. âatta girl.â he grunted, deepening his lackluster thrusts into thrilling rides on his cock. âyâlearn fastâŠkids âr gonna be so smart.âÂ
âyes, yes! so good, lan.â you heaved, the heat in your cunt finding a boiling point, and he felt it by how tight you became around him.Â
âgo on, baby, take it. be a good girl and take it all.â youâd do anything to hear your lando call you a good girl. it had been more than enough to send you over the edge into a spiraling orgasm that had slick seeping around his cock. your vision whitened, and you could only see the shadow of your âhusbandâ through the light.Â
with sloppy thrusts, lando came with ease. he didnât pull out urgently, letting his cum soak inside of you. he peppered kisses along your ankles, your calves, and let them fall to the seat.Â
out of breath, your chests rose and fell at a rapid pace. landoâs forehead connected with your own, and through the haze of post-sex, he smiled at you.Â
you smiled back. the two of you broke into a laugh.Â
âfuckinâ knew that was gonna happen today.â he commented lazily into your chest. a hand of yours threaded through his brown curls.Â
âyour mastermind plan to babytrap me.âÂ
he raised a brow. âdid you plan on leaving?â
you gave him a knowing look. ânot in the slightest.âÂ
he became embarrassed and sheepish as he hid his face into your ribs. âno chance of it, now.âÂ
you chuckled, flexing your fingers to see the ring still there. âi want a real proposal, by the way.âÂ
his head shot up. âwhat? this wasnât good enough?â
you palmed his face with one hand, and tugged the back of his curled head with the other. âbastard.âÂ
it only took you two ten minutes to get your clothes back on from such a leisurely excursion from the empty parking garage. covered in his spit, sweat, and cum, you didnât feelâŠ.dirty.Â
when he finally pulled up to the valet and opened the door for you, you stepped out as graciously as possible. though your hair was a tangled messâ you tried your best. lucky enough it was late enough to where minimal paparazzi were gathered. thank god.Â
you shifted on your feet, shimmying the dress down, but lando came to your rescue. he pulled the dress down where it was crumpled at the back, caught between the hem of your soaked underwear.Â
âthat was a rental, wasnât it?â you pointed out, looking over your shoulder.
âthey should auction it.âÂ
you spun around and laughed in his face, gagged by the ego he has. âyou have a big head.âÂ
âneed all that room for you.âÂ
âcheesy.âÂ
landoâs eyes lit upâ though exhausted from the day and your antics, the sun still rose for himâ âalmost forgotââ he reached into his pocket whilst you waited patiently.Â
he pulled out a bracelet.
a friendship bracelet.Â
âthought it suited you.â he put it around your wrist, and you analyzed it clearly. in white, capitalized letters it read:
âMOMMYâ
âyou really had this thing planned.â you were impressed.Â
he shifted on his heels, throwing his hands up as if saying âwhat can i say?â âp thinks youâre pregnant now.âÂ
you gasped. âlando!âÂ
âi meanâŠhopefully.â he winked as you fiddled with the jewelry, still not bothering to take off the ring from your finger.Â
âwellâŠâ you brought a finger to your lips, thinking, âwe have to be certain, donât we?âÂ
lando was catching your drift as you walked backwards towards the entrance of the hotel, luring him in with your charisma. âperhapsâŠâ
âsoâŠwe need to try again.â he wasnât going to argue with that. âand again.â or that. âand again, for good measure.âÂ
âyouâre gonna kill me, baby.â he whined, chasing you up the steps. you squealed, running forward. inside the elevator you two went, clicking the floor for your room.Â
after further inspection, landoâs brows furrowed after he glanced over you. âwhat?âÂ
he covered his mouth to shield his devious smile.Â
âwhat, lando?âÂ
he coughed to hide his amusement, but it was a very bad act. âyouâreâŠâ
âwhat?âÂ
âyouâre dripping.â
you looked down at your thighs and saw the glistening reflection of his cum seeping out of you. fuck. maybe the first time was the charm, but you hoped it wasnât.Â
you really hoped it wasnât.Â
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In need fathers day with baby daddy rafe, pretty pretty please princess đ
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you always felt nervous going to tannyhill. not that you felt unwelcome, everyone in his life made it clear that rafeâs baby was of utmost importance to them â so with that came the kind and supportive treatment toward you. however, you couldnât help but feel like a burden. if rafe wanted to be around you and his kid 24/7, he would do so â hell, heâd get back with you. due to feeling like this, your palms were all sweaty by the time youâd reached the front door, card tucked under you and baby carrier weighing down your arm.
he looks surprised to see you when he opens the door. still in his shirt and slacks, itâs clear to you that rafe had buried himself in work today. it only then occurs to you that fatherâs day might be difficult for him, giving his circumstances at all. you inwardly wince.
âuh, hey.â he eyes you, itching his cheek and peering into the baby carrier.
you clear your throat, bashfully holding out the card. he takes it in silence and you place the carrier down, picking up your sleepy baby and holding her to your chest. âhappy fatherâs day, daddy.â you smile, voice soft as to not disturb your child too much. he softens a little, blinking.
âthat today?â he breathes and you stiffen a little. surely he knew?
âuh, yeah. we got you a card, wanted to let you spend some time with her today if youâre not too busy.â
âif iâm not tooâ listen iâm never too busy to see my kid okay? or you. iâmâ iâm never too busy to⊠see my family⊠and stuff.â itâs awkward, the sentiment too soft for his liking and he looks down, staring at the sweet, milk-plumped angel in your arms. âlet meâŠâ he reaches out and takes her, her fat little fists immediately stretching for him and curling into the material of his shirt making your heart swell. he was always oddly a natural at this, handling her so well. it always filled you with a strange kind of sadness, one that regressed you slightly to something more scolded and childlike because your own father hadnât offered you that same generosity. yet, you were thrilled your baby would receive that love even if you werenât together with her father.
âcome in, please.â he stands aside, holding the door for you before picking up the carrier in his other handâ effortlessly walking it with the baby to the living room. âyou walked here?â he converses, setting the carrier down and placing the baby back inside, crouching down to stroke her tummy with the side of his finger.
âtook the bus. no way im walking with that heavy thing.â you chuckle quietly and he swivels his head to glance at you.
âshouldâve told me you were coming i would have got you. yâknow i really donât like you getting on the bus with her, itâs not safe alright, thereâs all kinds of lunatics out there.â
âwe survived.â you shrug, and thereâs a short silence before he stands up, reaching for the card and opening it up. you fiddle with the hem of your dress awkwardly. you never quite knew what to do around rafe these days.
you watch as he reads the contents. âto daddy, thanks for being the best and always looking after me. canât wait to be able to tell you myself how much i love you.â you sign it off as your daughter, but his eyes linger over it, your sweet handwriting scrawled around the brightly coloured paper â almost for a moment like you were saying it yourself.
âand before you ask, yes she said all of that herself.â you joke to ease the tension and he snaps out of it, looking up at you with a chuckle.
âour little wordsmith, huh?â he smirks, wandering over to the mantelpiece and displaying the card. it filled you with some kind of pride, though it wasnât about you. âlook uhâŠâ he strokes his jaw, glancing over at the baby. âlet me take you both out for dinner, yeah? my treat.â
âyour treat? rafe its fatherâs day, weâre supposed to be treating youââ
âi know, alright but⊠iâm supposed to be looking after you, right? looking⊠looking after you both.â he corrects himself, walking closer to you until he was basically looming over you, eyes wide. âandâ and i know this is a hard day for you too, alrightâ shit, itâs a hard day for me. gotta bond as a family at some point, you know that right?â
you nod, feeling a weight off your shoulders a little at the way the tension fizzles out.
âyou sure? i donât wanna take up your timeââ
your incessant apologising makes his eyes flutter in irritation and he takes your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look at him as he ducks his neck down to be more at your level.
âyouâre not⊠yeah? youâre not. so quit.â
you blink all dumb, not realising how badly you missed his hands on you even if it was just as an innocent gesture and you nod, not trusting your voice. you try not to overthink the way he leaves his hands there for a moment as he glances over at your baby, thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheekbone for a second before pulling away and patting his pockets. âhas she slept?â
your brain malfunctions so it takes you a second, but soon you choke out a âyâyeah. had her afternoon nap sheâs just still waking up.â
âgood. i know somewhere quiet, got a host there who owes me a favour.â he strides to the carrier and lifts it before turning back towards you, blinking at you obviously. âwell are you coming orâ or what?â
âyeah. yes. iâm coming.â
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Aemond claiming you as his đ„ SMUT
RAVISH [BYKA ZALDRÄȘZES] Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Targaryen Reader
This work contains mature acts, Minors DNI. 18+ Only.
Bind by her betrothal to the rider of Vhagar, the daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen meets Aemond Targaryen to find herself getting more than she ever expected.
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Content include: 18+ MDNI! Targcest (canon incest practice of the Targaryen house), Smut, Sex, Oral sex (F receiving), Heavy breeding kink, Chocking, Claiming of maidenhood, Manhandling, Slight degradation, Reader has the attributes of the Targaryens (silver hair, purple eyes etc), Mention of blood (nothing graphic).
Hello! this is my first time posting my work for any HOTD characters, thank you to the anon who requested, and special thank you & dedication to Gabrielle my friend who helped me Beta this workâ€ïž My request is always open for HOTD characters. English is not my native language so bear with me. Enjoy and let me know what you think! thank you my loves.
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You can feel the tightness of your evening attire wrapped around the slopes of your curves, with the long thick fabric that overlaps the bodice of your dress downwards. You stayed as still as you could when your ladies dressed you with much attentive eyes. Hands everywhere from the collar to the soles of your feet.
One of your ladies braid your silky silver hair loose but neatly, perfecting your looks for such occasions. One being the arrival of your uncle, the rider of the biggest dragon in all the realms, Aemond. You can feel the loud thumping of your heart against your ribcage, albeit constricted by the tight layers of your attire, it does not deter your nervousness.
Not only is his arrival would have significance on the chess play of the throne of the dragons, but it would bear you consequences that you, in fact, are unable to escape this fate. The fate you have little to say against. The near last wish of the king to betroth you to unite the two sides of the Targaryen blood. Marriage of dragon and dragon, hoping to conceal the gaping wound left by Viserys decisions.
Neither your mother nor your father can truly save you now as you have made your decision to choose your destiny to try and serve the realm the only way you know how. The rising tension and possible bloodshed of cousins and nieces are no longer needed, you had hoped, if you agree to this arrangement. You have no other choice than to take his hand in marriage, even if it means that you have to sacrifice your own freedom and the ambiguous name of the true heir.
You have yet to set your feelings for the rider of Vhagar, he is not only an enigma to you but, more so, a mystery that you are both eager yet scared to fully unveil. There is a part of you know that there is a darkness that surrounds his being like no other, as your brothers have always told you. However, if you are to take his hand in marriage, you would have to force yourself to see the light in him, as you wished for the Seven to guide you in your unprecedented path.
âPrincess, pardon me but Her Grace, Queen Alicent has requested your presence at the gate, for Prince Aemondâs arrival.â
At once your shoulder straightened as you breathe out a heavy sigh, pulled out of your heavy thoughts by one of the servants. You smiled, and replied with a gentle âOf course, Lyana. I am to be done and head there right away.â
Closing your eyes briefly, you gathered your thoughts, and silently prayed to not only the Seven but to all old Gods of Valyria to gain you strength and will to overcome this behemoth of a challenge that is to be bestowed upon you in a matter of minutes. Opening your eyes again, you begin to shuffle your way out of the mighty wooden door, and off to your journey just outside of the Red Keep, on the gates overlooking Rhaenys Hill.
Youâre accompanied by the two of your ladies as well as your trusted guard as you make your way down the castle. You can see in the distance the few people including the Queen, that has already stood patiently waiting for Prince Aemondâs arrival. You blushed as the foot of your dress sweep gracefully onto the stones below, your heart raced with anticipation of meeting your soon-to-be husband.
âYour Grace.â
You curtsied as you approached Queen Alicent, a sign of greeting and respect you have for the mother of the alleged battling heir to the throne. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you smiled as she gently touches your arm. Her smile is soft, casted as genuine, however, you can clearly see the tightness in them.
Alicent has always spared you more content than to others directly of your motherâs blood, your obedience to the crown, realm, and dedication to the Seven, helped her to overcome the dreaded raging crossfire between the two apparent heirs. Your demur soft upbringing, contented her enough to welcome you in a hug, albeit fabricated with quarrel.
âPrincess, it is a delight for all of us to be blessed by your presence, in honor of the Prince, of course.â She replied, your lips set into a thin smile, as you bowed your head to Princess Helaena. Unlike to her brothers or your step auntâs entourages, you have a knit bond with Helaena, having to endure the chaos of the brooding conflict in the throne, you both shared the same wish to cultivate what was once a peaceful reign and put an end to the familyâs misery. You watched attentively as she rubbed her swollen belly, knowing full well the usurper successor of your motherâs rightful throne cradled in the form of the babe inside her body. Your eyes fleetingly meet hers as you continued to smile.
âAs it was a delight for me to procure your request of my presence, Your Grace. I am of honored to be here for the Princeâs arrival.â
Alicent patted your arm one more time before you both overlook the land of Kingâs Landing, with the view of the Narrow Sea dances in your eyes. You were always amazed by the beauty of the realm, the blue greyish skies are your scenery, especially when you have the opportunity to ride on your dragonâs back. Oh how you wished you could just fly away to Dragonstone right about now and see your family again. Alas that too is wishful thinking.
You were suddenly halted of your longing when the sound of the bellowing of mighty Vhagar came to light, your eyes drifted to the source of such powerful force, as the silhouette of one of the greatest beast come into view. You admired her majestic wings from afar, eyes squinted at her fierceness, biting through the wind and seamlessly breaking through the clouds. As the dragon got closer to the Hill of Rhaenys, just outside the Dragonpit, you could also make out the rider of said beast.
Prince Aemond Targaryen.
Even from miles away from the ground, one would not miss the way he fiercely ride the biggest dragon alive known in all seven realms, a dragon he conquered to be his own, the dragon that came to him not when he was born yet when he was in his biggest pit of despair. Vhagarâs bond with her rider is as strong as ever, just like when she roamed the skies with Queen Visenya Targaryen once during Aegon the Conquererâs reign.
You could make out the shadow of his being as he landed on Rhaenys Hill ever so smoothly, dismounting from the beast before patting her and giving her to the dragon keepers. You hissed in pain as you finally realized that you have been clenching your hand too tightly in front of you.
âSeven heavens dear, are you alright?â
You can hear the soft gasps, and murmurs around you, noticing how you clutched your fingertips together. You have not noticed the entire time that you had been so nervous, it numbed the pain of your even dull fingernails on the palm of your dainty hands.
âGods.â You exclaimed feeling your palm stings, Queen Alicent noticed the whole thing, her eyebrows furrowed in worry, so did Princess Helaena. âPrincess, may I accompany back to the keep? so we can clean your handsâ Said Haelena softly, in which you find yourself grateful for.
A nod and curtsy came from you as you lower your head in shame, âI apologize Your Grace, My Princess, for I have unable to assuage my pain. May I please be excused to clean up?â Your voice is in the teetering edge of whimper, eyes too humiliated to stare into Alicent or Helaenaâs eyes. If you could summon your dragon here and then, you would and fly away with her so you donât ever have to come back to Kings Landing but the luck of the Seven was never truly behind you since the start.
âVery well, Princess. Please see to it that the maester is make aware of her condition, and let her heal properly.â Alicent replied sternly, her voice laced with bitter shame covered with fantom worries, and she encouraged Helaena to accompany you, stressing that it would not be much fuss that neither of you would be there to greet the one eyed Prince.
You curtsied once more, before turning away from the looks of all the ladies and lords that have awaited for the Princeâs arrival. You tried to drawn out the murmurs in the background as your hem of your dress shuffled across the cobblestone, making your way back inside the keep.
Haelena was patient as she accompanied you to the Maesterâs healing chamber, making small comments so that they are well aware of your little incident. The blush on your cheeks has yet to subside nor does the pounding in your chest. The bodice strangling you from the outside, as your own fear strangled you from within.
âNiece, however are you feeling? has the pain subsided?â
You were pulled out of your thoughts by the soft ringing of Helaenaâs voice, your mind eased a little hearing her, she is a soothing presence in the midst of your confusion. You may live in Kingâs Landing, however your soul have always been with your family, home is wherever they were, and that was Dragonstone. How you so badly wanted to be there.
âNo need to be worrisome, muñus. By the will of the gods, I shall be fine. It was just my foolish mistake. I should have been more careful.â Aunt.
The last words that left your mouth were that of a whimper, small plea you made to yourself. A plea that you knew would save yourself and possibly the realm had you not make the same reckless mistake over and over again. Helaena whom has been pestering over the healers, sit down besides you. She might be your aunt by bloodline, but she is also closer to your age, knows the burden you carry with the looming threat of the crack in the lair of the dragons.
âDare I ask what is occupying your mind, dear?â
There is a tinge of pleasant playfulness in her voice that didnât fail to make you tilt your head and chuckled. Sighing, âNone of the matter, My Princess, it is merely a big day for us all.â You looked straight into her eyes as you replied, knowing full well she would understand what does big day entailed.
âJorrÄeliarzys, a fierce dragon such as yourself need not be worry of any apprehension.â
She clicked her tongue at you like a mother scolding their child, you feel comforted by the warmth she displayed to you knowing full well all of this heap was due to her own brotherâs arrival upon the keep. Aegon himself has not been able to sleep peacefully since he catches the news of his brotherâs wind in Kings Landing.
âThank you, Helaena. I shall pray that the Prince arrives at the gates safelyââ
Your moment was cut short however when you both heard the huge door opening, revealing the two guards that stood in front. Your breath hitched slightly, when you took upon notice the presence whom have entered the healing chambers.
âBrother, welcome.â You quickly took back your hand as soon as the maester was done wrapping it up in a soft silk cloth, concealing your earlier omission from him. Your eyes had not dared to look into his, instead focusing them on the ground beneath your feet as the brother and sister embraced each other in front of you.
Had you not looked away, you would have seen that Aemondâs eyes have certainly never wavered from your presence, his attention was on you as soon as he arrived to the gates. Blood boiling with fury as he had heard what had happened to you. It was supposed to be a happy day, at the very least for him, as it is the day he was going to set eyes again on you. His future wife. The queen to his soon to be realm, the one whom he will fight for.
His eyes has yet to set ashore from your slightly trembling body, it only darted towards your enclasped hands in front of you. âDo you wish to retire to your chambers? you have had a long day on Vhagarâs back.â You can hear Haelenaâs voice ring, you wanted so much to greet him as you are accustomed to, however you found your lips to be very hesitant. No sound came out.
âI shall retire later, sister. I wish to see the princess first as I have been made aware of her conditions.â
The smooth sound of his thick voice caresses you softly, yet it leaves a rough grip on its awakening, just like dragon scales. You tilted your head slightly, finally looking at him as you have been sought after.
âMy Prince.â Your voice finally escaped your lips, breathing a shaky breath as your eyes locked with his. âWelcome back, the keep has not been the same without your presence.â You smiled gently, lips pressed into a thin lineâ there is so much resistance coming from you and he knows it.
Aemond then stepped forward, standing in front of you. You felt his dominating figure as he towered over yours, making you swallow the bile in your throat. Your breath, however, hitched in your throat as he tenderly brings your hands upwards, bending over a little to place a lingering kiss atop of the cloth covered skin. âHow severely does it hurt, My Princess?â
Shivers come washing down on you when you felt his lips ever so gently grazes your skin, even through the cloth you can feel his warm breath, his attentive touch and words releases a bit of pressure off your shoulders. But you must not let your guard down as you are still standing in front of a man that has caused way too many mishaps for your house. The threatening presence to the house destruction, yet, all of that just gravitated yourself closer to him.
âIt barely hurts⊠All is well, My Princeââ You replied eyes darting between his patchless eye, and to Helaena behind him whom watching this whole encounter with a smile, âI apologize to have caused you much trouble upon your arrival day, for I swear to the Seven, I did not mean it.â
You can hear Aemond clicks his tongue in front of you, clearly unamused to you apologizing for something that causes you terrible pain. After all you are to be his wife, he would always protect you even if it meant from your own self. âBy all the realms, you have no need to apologize-â He tilted his head in what you can only take as a menacing smug gesture with a grin.
âIâll take your hand in marriage in less than a moon time, and soon your hand would cradle my babe, I am merely seeking to even give you a new hand, if My Princess ever so wishes for one. Hm, ñuhys jorrÄeliarzy?â My beloved.
That pulled a hefty gasp out of you, your hands that were still in his grasp turned so cold. Although it is not a new matter that the King and Queen has betrothed you both, it still feels like youâre reverted to how you are a shy maiden, not nearly as experienced as he was in anything. You have your motherâs wit as well as fierceness, your fatherâs attitude yet you always find yourself in another dichotomy altogether where youâre more demure than those of your siblings characters, Jacaerys is a wise leader, so as your other brothers, youâ you are something else. Never wish for any power yet contented to defending your own.
âI suppose so, My Prince. However you neednât to worry. I shall be fine by the time moonlight arrives.â You replied with trying hard to keep up with his intense eye contact. It was difficult for you to not drown in his lilac eyes, his silver hair, perfectly sculpted jaw, and even more domineering stance. You have wished sometimes that the Gods would just damn you in the Grand Sept for your lewd thoughts.
âVery well, little dragon. I shall see you during supper tonight, for I can not wait to have a feast.â The last words may not he spoken loudly as his lips were truly beside your ears, however, you can hear it as it was meant to be heard by you only. Your cheeks could not contain the warmth that rises to its surface, only spreading further down your neckâ flustered and hot everywhere when the back of his nimble fingers grazes your cheeks twice.
âWhatever do you mean byââ
âWe shall meet again, Princess.â With a tentative smirk and a chuckle, he put down your hand and left as he was never there, with his own clasped behind his back striding out of the healing chambers. Your mouth still agape as to what he meant, your heart raced as your body burned with desire. You can only wish to be spared tonight, as you wanted to keep your virtue until you wed.
â
The gold ring glimmered under the light of fire within your chambers, you keep twirling your hand to get a glimpse of the engraved Valyrian words across the ring itself. Byka zaldrÄ«zes. The writings wrote, there is a small ruby gem on the top, adorned with small scales to imitate that of your dragonâsâ Silverwing. Aemond had given this to you few moons ago, when the Queen and small council have decided to betroth you both. It is âA token for our betrothal, to remind you that I have promised in the name of the Seven and all Gods to solely devote myself to you.â He had said. Little dragon.
Your heart fluttered at the thought, even when everyone deemed him the cold even sometimes heartless prince, he had shown you slivers of his tender nature. You of course knew of what transpired during his childhood, you knew of his torment, and his tormentorsâ you were there to witness by your ears, always trying to comfort him afterwards out of goodwill. The memory of it all remained fresh in your memories. After the death of your younger brother, Lucerys, both side of the throne were cold as ice, sharp as Blackfyreâ alas you too would fly to Dragonstone if not for the binding vows of the betrothal your mother had arranged when you were a mere child.
You see, you were supposed to marry Aegon, the usurper soon to be king, however that came short when she decided to wed Aegon with Helaena instead, and reconcile the betrothal the deal, with binding you to Aemond, instead. At the time you knew the reason why she were to wed Aegon because Alicent disapprove of your twin brother Jacaerys for his lack of Valyrian blood, or so Alicent claimed.Â
You, however, was spared of the thoughts considering you were born with silver hair, striking that of your twin brotherâ mayhaps the reason why you were so fragile as a child, the Maester thought once that you could not have made it far to adulthood let alone reach your 15th name day. Your hand might be taken by a man you do not wish to wed out of loyalty to your mother but perhaps, unable to escape, this is the best possible outcome you could possibly get.Â
Letting out a sigh, you smoothen the red and gold dress youâre wearing, the sheer fabric on the sleeve of your arms are giving you room to breathe despite the tightness of your attire. Few strands of your silver locks tied in a braid behind your head, whilst the rest flowed down your shoulders freely. The most beautiful maiden in the realm, the ladies often said. You admired yourself in the mirror, before hearing the door knock.
âForgive me, Princess, but Her Grace, the Princes, and Princess have all waited for you in the dining hall.â
âThank you, Lyana. I shall depart right away.â
Taking a deep breath, you shuffled your way out your chambers and into the dining hall. Two guards were stationed in front of the giant door, you nodded your head before they opened it. Taking a sight to your views, you can see the familiar faces of the Queen, your uncles and aunt. It seem that there is only five of you present, with one babe cradled inside Helaena.
âYour Grace, My Princes, and Princess.â You curtsied and bow your head before making your way inside. You locked eyes with that of Aemondâs, his lips curled into a grin as he set eyes on your beauty, before settling on the ring adorning your finger. You can also feel the heated gaze of Aegon interlocking between you and Aemond, Gods, you hope there will be no quarrel tonight between the two.
âNiece, it is a pleasure to be graced by your company again.â Came the voice of Prince Aegon with a smirk, already looking halfway intoxicated by the wine perched on his silver glass. âAs it is mine, Your Highness.â you sat down on the chair, smiling at your hosts. âFor I can see that my brother is assured to be⊠joyous.â Aegon chirped, you didnât miss the glares Aemond threw his way.
âHas the remedy by the Maester treat your hand well, Princess?â Helaena asked you before giving his brother a chance to refute, you were thankful for her quick response. Darting to your palm, recognizing the piece of cloth it is still wrapped in. Trying not to grimace of your earlier humiliation, you just nodded your head, âYes Princess, I cannot seldom express more of my gratitude for your kindness. It is treating very well.â
âThat is a very good news indeed, now we shall feast on the supper.â Queen Alicent smiled at you, looking as uncomfortable with the brooding tension of her own sonsâ gesturing to the table in front of you. âHow was the trip, Prince Aemond?â You tenderly tried to slice yourself a piece of roasted duck, only to hiss with the ever looming pain, sighing, you heard a click of the tongue belonging to none other than your betrothed.
âAllow me, niece.â Aemond voice cut through the silence as he offered to slice your meal for you. Warmth feels your cheeks once more as you pass your knife to him so he can cut it.
âThank you, uncle.â
âIt was pleasant enough, Vhagar was restless as she had to fly during a hailstorm, however, the journey felt too long knowing what awaits me in Kingâs Landing.â
The implication of his words made you look around, seeing his brother, the very man that threatens your motherâs throne snickered and with a huge grin adorning his face.
âMy my, you have grown, brother, I did not know you could be so⊠feeble.â He swings his now empty cup so the servants can pour more wine inside. You inhaled sharply at his comment, knowing what awaits.
Shocks were thrown around the room as suddenly, the knife in the hand of your betrothedâbelonging to you, are raised upon the soon to be Usurperâs King direction.
âI can and will have your tongue for that.â The air around you is thick with tension, âAemond!â his mother gasped, a rivalry of heir successors that you have rarely seen in Dragonstone between your siblings, yet appear to be so common now in the grand pillars of the Keep.
âEnoughââ
âYou could do well try, if you can get past my guards, weakling.â
âStill hiding behind your guards? you are no man, merely a boy sent to be a fake king.â Aemond jabs, standing at his full height nowâ knife right against his brotherâs neck. The clanking sound of the knightâs armor can be heard.
âand I still fuck my whores better than you do, brother.â
Next thing you heard was the loud banging of your knife on Aemondâs hands carved deep inside the table, he had stood up in a rage of fury, if looks could kill, Aegon Targaryen would be 12 feet under by now.
âI said enough!â You have in rare occasions see Queen Alicent be this mad even when her sons drove her crazy, let alone hear her voice this loud. The staring feast between Aegon and Aemond lasted even after the Queen told them to cut it off, looking at Helaena whom seem to be uncomfortable by the situation, you clear your throat and placed a soft hand gently on the back of Aemondâs shoulder.
âMy Prince, perhaps I can show you, around the Keep? it has been long after all since you last set foot here.â You tried to keep yourself composed.
You carefully thread your words so neither brothers or queen for that matter, would raise the growing tension ever more. You bravely looked towards Aemondâs piercing stare at his drunken brother. A pregnant pause followed suit, before Aemond let out a scoff and turned around.
The screeching sound of his chair was loud in the silence that cut through the hall, he began walking away as you threw a curtsy before the Queen, and scurried after him outside the hall.
âPrince Aemond, please wait.â You tug the midway of your silk dress so you can follow his pace but he walked with as much rage as he did before. Slender and tall figure scurrying away. Hearing no reply coming from him, you let out a sound akin to a desperate whine.
âDear will you pleaseâ Ah!â
You suddenly feel your back pressed against one of the walls inside the small hall not far from where the bed chambers were located. The walls felt cold to your back, your breathing was loud, so was his. Only then you registered that one of his hands were on your neck, wrapped around your delicate throat with enough pressure to block out some of the air when you inhale. The necklace given by your mother digging through your neck.
âYou are quite the woman now, arenât you, niece?â a teasing chuckle came soon after, âI am intrigued on how you have kept your innocence for all the time I have been gone, hm?â Your eyebrows furrowed.
âW-what does that entail, Aemond?â your lips trembled when you speak of his name, you can feel his knees pressed to open the gap between your thighsâ causing you to gasp and widen your soft lilac eyes.
âStill remains a maiden, Princess?â Aemond tilt his head, smiling throughout.
âIâ of- of course, what are you so boldly implying?â You were taken aback by his implications, the stinging tears on your eyes are threatening to fall down along with the hoarseness of your voice.
ïżœïżœïżœlykirÄ«, issa jorrÄeliarzysââ scoffing in amusement, âI merely wanted to know how hard I can fuck you tonight.â You tried to wiggle away from his hold against your neck only for him to, once more, clicked his tongue at you as if youâre a disobedient child, and put his other hand on your waist to steady you against the wallâ leaving no space to go. Calm, my love.
âah ah, do not make a fuss now, sweet one. wouldnât want to alert the whole castle on the doings of their virtuous Princess, now would we?â
You can feel his nimble fingers caresses the exposed skin of your hunched dress, the silk making way for his touches to graze yours ever so tantalizingly. âI have dreamed of this, âof you like this.â He muttered, âeach time you soothed me after your cunt of brothers disrespected me.â you were still much shocked and flustered at his ministrations. Lips moving down to capture your neck, slowly moving down to the column of your now exposed throat.
âAemondâ not hereâŠâ
âHush, dove. Now that you will soon be my wife, I shall have you whenever, wherever, and however I desire to.â His words are muttered against your skin, drawing soft breathy whines from you.
âAemond, we should n-not⊠PleaseâŠâ You tried to reason with him, even when your hips grinds against his pants covered kneesâ still nudged in the slope of your inner thighs. You felt your clothed bundle of pleasure rubbed ever so slightly against him when he further raised his knee against you. Making you whine in delight and frustration. âGods! mmh, aem!â
âSeems to me that you wanted this as much as I do, little one.â He teased as he continues his quest, deep kisses left in his wake, âI shall claim you how I see fit, wouldnât you say so, princess?â
You tried to answer him but only mewls and whimpers escaped out your lips as you continued to grind against his knees, meeting his now fasten pace, and the kisses on the sensitive spot on your neck just below your jaw is making you high. Gods, it feels like youâre set ablaze by thousands of dragon fire.
âAsked you a question, niece.â
âYes! Gods yes! take me however you desire.â Your resolve has been breached once and for all, for you can not escape how intoxicating his touches are. You have been to wound up with all the realm duties, indulgence is not one for the Princess, however your desire is far too strong to resist your soon-to-be husband.
âYou may not be a whore from the common streets, but you are my own, byka zaldrÄ«zes.â Little dragon. âYou will know how wrong my brother was after I fucked you.â
âand I still fuck my whores better than you do, brother.â The words exchanged by Aegon now rings on your ear.
Wanton moans escaped your lips as he continued his assault on your neck, he bent down a little to access the hem of your embroidery to push it downâ you whined at the loss of his knee on your soaked cunt, âWhyâd you stâ oh gods!â you threw your head back against the wall at the feeling of his warm lips engulfing your now hardened buds.
âPatience.â
He muttered sharply before suckling on your teats, nipples darkened with blood rushing to themâ all plump and Aemond salivated to the thought of them filling up when you, one day, will bear his childâchildren. âCannot wait to fill you up, watch you swell with my babe.â He groaned, switching from one buds to the otherâ left you panting.
âAh mm! canât waitâ oh! to carry your heir, my PrinceâŠâ
Whilst his mouth is preoccupied by your left nipple, his fingers are tweaking your other one, pulling and twistingâ making you writhe in pleasure, you are sure that your small garment is soaked by now.
âYou will never be able to escape me in our maritââ
You both were pulled from your pool of lust and pleasure when you heard the clanking noises of a knightâs armor rounding the corners of the Red Keep. Your eyes wide as you tried your best to push Aemond away only for him to raised an eyebrow and covered your mouth with his hand.
âShh, do not make a sound, little one.â
You were about to protest when you felt his other hand trailing up your haunched hem, his feet parting your lets.
ânnhââ you tried to speak against his hand, but he just let out a scoff and pushed you impossibly deeper to the wall.
âRÈłbÄs.â Obey.
Pleasure overtook you as Aemondâs fingers pushed aside your garment, fingers came in contact with the flushed slick soaked flesh of your needy cunt. âyou are enjoying this.â He shake his head with so much amusement to his gleaming eyes and smirking lipsâvoice just above a whisper to make sure no one heard him, but if you have to guess, he wouldnât care if someone catches you anyways.
âHere I though my little Princess is a pious woman, and here she is, with a dripping cunt begging me to fuck her.â
You heard the clanking sound moving away, noises slowly disappearing into the cold night. âIâd rather say you have been wanting me to do this, is that what you mean by showing me around?â He chuckled deeply, feeling your already flustered face, heated more.
You gasped a breath of relief when his hand unclasped your mouth, âN-no. I truly wanted toââ
âNo need to lie, zaldrÄ«tsos. Your cunt tells me enough.â with that he gave your pearl of pleasure a slap, you jolted with a loud whine âAemond, fuck!â Little dragon.
Your pleasure was short lived, however, when he wrapped his arm below your knees before pulling you up his shoulder. Hauled you up before strolling down the hall to where the royal apartment quarters sits.
âPut me down, Aemond!â
âQuiet.â
He playfully patted your arse as he make his way to what you presume to be his chamber. You did not get a good look if there were guards stationed outside, as you thought they would beâ he is the prince after all, itâs not like he could care less.
Aemond slam the door shut, before he puts you down and you catch your breath.
âAemond, what was thâmmmh!â
Your complaints were cut short when he pressed his lips against yours in a passionate manner, lips engulfing your own, as his tongue breached past to enter your hot cavern. His free hand move up to grasp your hair in a tight knot as he slowly move you back towards his bed, the back of your thighs hitting the edge.
His tongue continued to explore yours as his hands roam over your body, from your sensitive jugular to your taut breasts, belly and the conjuncture of your thighs. You let out a gasp of relief and shock as he pushed you to the bed.
Aemond wasted to time to flip you over and manhandled you so that youâre face down on the bed, your back in a perfect arch, silver locks flows beautifullyâ your arse is up in the air, whilst your feet dangled from the edge. Having ripped your evening attire off, youâre left bare. Cunt exposed. Needy, soaked, and desperate for his attention.
âKostilusâŠâ your begs are mere muffled mewls by now as he stood to admire your beauty. Gods. He has waited for this for a long time. Your betrothal might just be the cure to his raging agony. Please.
You heard a thudââOh Gods!â throwing your head back, as his cold fingers gathered your slick and run them along your folds, gently at first. You turn your head slightly to see him only to had your moans halted.
Itâs Aemond, but he no longer wears his eye-patch. His sapphire gem shone bright under the moonlight that seeped through the night sky of Kingâs Landing. His soft lilac eyes gleamed too. Youâre enthralled by his beauty, every marks and turns.
âMy, my⊠youâre drenched. Desperate, arenât we?â He scoffed at your agape mouth, feeling his 2 of his fingers entering your cunt with vigor, you closed your eyes tightly as you clench on him in instinct. âAh ah, none of that, open them now, dove.â
Your eyes fluttered open as he commanded, âLook at me, Princessââ you did with your eyes droopy and sinful lips parted in shallow breaths, âIn less than a moon time, you shall find yourself in this situation, each night in our marital bed, ñuhys ÄbrazÈłrys.â it delighted you, and heated the fire in your core to hear his devotion. My wife.
âY-yes husband.â
Aemond groaned as he sped up his fingers, squelching noises now aloud bouncing off the walls, âSay it again for me.â
âahh.. mmh! fuckâ I am yours, husband, I promise by the Seven!â His fingers grazed your most sensitive spot, as his palm graze your pearl.
âAfter I claim you, Iâd have anyoneâs heads that dared to look at you as I do.â The silken sheets beneath your fingers now creased as you keep on clenching them, âNot that they will ever try, not after you begin to swell.â you arched your back with your toes curled, building release arose inside your belly, âwith my seed, my babe, my heir.â
âfuck yes! yes yes! as many as you wish.. please, Aemond!â
âCome for me, little one. Iâll fill you up afterwards.â His free hand tangled itself on your silver locks to yank it back, your body shaking with your high so close, eyes teary with your lips wet, raw, and bitten. Truly a sight reserved only for the Gods.
One more brush of his palm against your pearl simultaneously with his fingers abusing your core, all of it was too much as you let out a silent scream, you came on his fingers.
âGood lord! AemondâŠâ
âFuck, princessâŠâ His fingers does not let up, however, and continues its assault inside your now gushing cunt. âYou are Gods sent.â He whispered before pulling his fingers out slowly, watching you thrash on the bed, licking his fingers afterward.
âBeats the sweetest Westerosi wines.â
You have no more strength to reply as your legs felt like jelly, however the heat in your cheeks and race of your heart never cease, your eyes blink slowly when you heard the soft clad of his tunic, then followed by his cloth pants fell down the floor.
âAeâmmh!â Toes curling at the feeling of the flushed hard tip of his cock gliding over your now oversensitive folds, âReady, little dragon?â he teases the entrance of your weeping cunt as you whined,
âJust put it inâ Oh!â
âYouâfuck! you are greedy for a maiden.â He slowly thrust his tip inside you making you wince at the intrusion. âAemond⊠it hurtsâŠâ you closed your eyes briefly for Aemondâs length is not to be messed with⊠long, width as thick, and curved on the tip. You wish you have more time in the future to admire him fully. âShh shh, the pain will subside soon, little one, stay with me.â
To ease the pain, his fingers once again found haven on your clit, softly pressing as you jolt in overstimulation, âMmnh.. pleaseâŠâ your body is writhing in both pain and pleasure, âHells, youâre so tight.â He grunted, pushing inch by inch as your cunt accommodates his size, before pushing it in one thrust.
Your back arched deeply as your mouth agape, loud mewls and moans escapes them on a rapid rate, as you sure the guards will be able to hear by now. His free hand let go of your hand and move to place them on the slope of your hips before moving to pull almost every inch of his length, then slams it back down to the hilt.
âYou f-fill me up so much, my prince.â Moans are now freely came out of your lips, as he continued his unrelenting pace, thrusts that are deep as well as it is hard, giving you no chance to catch your breath. You felt like you are flying with your dragon, its that high pleasure that are like no other. âand I shall doâ fuck, again and again to ensure my seeds take.â
Though composed, you can hear his breathing shallower than usual, his thrusts are erratic yet remains a choking pace on you. Your fingers grasp the sheets so tightly, youâd have no excuse if the maids found it shred the next day. âMy princeââ
âClose?â he can feel your cunt tightening, and holding a vice grip to his cock, the clench made him lose his mind. Gods, heâd stay inside of you all day if you let him, âIâd rather spend my life inside you than to deal with my cunt of a brother.â
âand⊠and iâd let you.â your voice are jagged, as your body thrown forward and backward following his pace, cock filling your wallsâ you can feel every vein and ridge, making their indents known to claim you. âWhat an obedient little wife youâd be.â he muttered with vigor, his hips never relenting to stop, always reaching your spot.
âOnly for you, myâoh! my prince!â your peak is nearing, you can feel it so does he, fastening the fingers on your clit, âCome for me, little one. Do it.â He encouraged you, he leaned down and kissed your shoulder tenderly, âAvy jorrÄlean, zaldrÄ«tsos.â I love you, little dragon.
âAvâ aaah oh gods!â you threw your head back, back arching and, âAemond!â you peak, coming from him harder than the last, body slumping to the sheets as your high took over. âPlease⊠please, fill me up. put your hâheir inside of me.â You begged with the last ounce of your strength.
Your cunt clenching on his length so tight that he is so close to reaching his own release, âGonna put a babe in you, gonnaâ fuck! watch you swell over and over again.â He groaned loudly, feeling himself getting lost on you, in you.
âAvy jorrÄlean.â You half whine and whispered, âfuck!â Aemond releases inside you, coming with his seed pumping you full, whispering your name over and over again, against the skin of your neck. I love you.
You both panted, he held your now full belly in his palm before sliding out of you gentlyâ his actions so soft and light, a striking contrast to his earlier ministration. âOh.. Princess..â He cooed tenderly at you when he flipped you over and look to where youâve separated, eyes focusing on your mixed fluids. âstop looking itsââ
âAh ah, shush, little dragon. let me take care of you.â He kissed your lips once more before placing a soft pillow beneath your head.
There and then you knew that you might not marry the kindest man, nor the man you dream of in all seven realms, however, you knew in your lonely despair, being wed to Aemond would satisfy your affections. Soon thereafter, you marry and in less than a moon time your belly began to swell, and you can only wish to raise the babe with your husband in a safe unbroken house.
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