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quicksilverster · 2 years ago

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[😇] crashing ❈ yoon jeonghan

⋆⑅˚₊✎ prompt(s): crashing by illenium, bahari

⋆⑅˚₊✎ genres: a whole lotta fluff, a bit of angst, acquaintances-to-lovers!au, college!au, roommate!au.

⋆⑅˚₊✎ description: Five times Jeonghan crashes at Yejin’s apartment, and the one time she crashes at his.

⋆⑅˚₊✎ warning(s): mentions of alcohol

⋆⑅˚₊✎ pairing(s): yoon jeonghan x kang yejin

⋆⑅˚₊✎ word count: 3.4k words

⋆⑅˚₊✎ a/n: A fic I turned into a short story and into a fic again because I recently got back into SEVENTEEN. This is old, 2021-early 2022 writing, but I’m going to post it anyway because it wasn’t that bad (IMO) + I like this story. (i also apologize for the banner quality cuz it's been literal years since i made one for a kpop dude)

one.

The first time Jeonghan crashed at her place, Yejin was alone in her apartment, working on her essay.

Her roommate Aera wasn’t home; she was at a party or club somewhere, getting drunk and dancing her limbs off. Yejin could practically see her limping the next morning, the product of a crushed foot. She was alone in her room, sipping from a mug of warm tea as she added words in Times New Romans font onto her document. The only source of light in the room made its presence known through the glaring screen in front of her, illuminating her worn face. Melodies from her Spotify window and the clacking noise from her fingers drumming the keys were the only sounds in the room, accompanied by Yejin’s tired breathing. She leaned against the back of her chair with exhaustion, her brain fried like a skillet.

Yejin was jolted out of her reverie when the sharp rapping of knuckles against her front door resonated into her ears. Aera usually arrived home after 2 a.m. during one of these crazy social events, meaning the person at the door could not be her. The knocks were rather composed, too, given by one with a sober mind. Begrudgingly peeling her eyes away from the screen, Yejin slid her arctic feet into her fluffy slippers and headed to the front door. Gripping the door handle tightly, she swung it open to meet a familiar face, a smile frozen across his face as a result of the wintry atmosphere outside.

“It’s 11 p.m., why are you still awake?” Jeonghan bustled into the apartment chattering like a mother hen. He scrutinized her fluffy lavender pajamas and wide eyes behind her glinting spectacles. “I understand that you have work and stuff, but sleep is important as well.”

Yejin blinked blankly, watching Jeonghan tut over her apartment with a watchful eye, and dropped an overnight bag on her couch. “Um,” she managed after a few flummoxed seconds. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“Aera sent me here,” he shrugged, carding his messy locks back. “She wanted me to make sure you’re doing your essay diligently instead of scrolling through Instagram or whatnot.”

“So you’re sleeping over?” Yejin raised a doubtful eyebrow.

Jeonghan scratched the back of his head. “Well, Aera said she might not be back until tomorrow morning, so she wants me to keep you company.”

Aera was currently dating Jeonghan’s best friend and roommate Seungcheol, so she was well acquainted with the young man in front of her. However, that didn’t mean she was entirely comfortable with the idea of him sleeping over in her apartment.

Jeonghan seemed to comprehend Yejin’s indecisive expression, for he placed his hands in the air. “I won’t do anything suspicious, I promise. Aera just doesn’t want you to be alone here.”

“Okay,” Yejin said, slipping her earbud into her ear as she continued her assignment. “Make yourself at home, I guess.”

Jeonghan grinned a broad, boyish smile, before plopping onto the couch and pulling his phone out to play a mobile game. Within a few minutes, he had fallen asleep. His snores accompanied the already existing sounds in the room.

Yejin eyed him from her workstation, her lips punctured as she wondered what her roommate was up to.

two.

“I’m perfectly fine being by myself,” Yejin said with as much patience (which isn’t much) as she could summon from the inner depths of her heart. However, her roommate was making it particularly difficult to be nice.

“I told you a hundred times, you need human interaction!” Aera said as she shoved her feet into a pair of heels, ready for yet another party.

“Easy for you to say, you social butterfly.”

Aera grinned proudly at the nickname she was bestowed with. “Thank you!” She said, bowing for extra effect.

Yejin fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Jeonghan hardly counts as human interaction.” She poked the yogurt cup in her hand with her spoon, denting the fragile base of the plastic. “Whenever he comes here, he only lounges over our couch, steals our snacks, and plays with his phone.”

“It’d be nice if you both become friends.”

“Doesn’t Jeonghan have a girlfriend? Are you sure it’s wise for him to be here?”

Aera fidgeted in the spot, her eyes ricocheting from the door and to her roommate. “If you put it like that, probably not.”

“You just want me to interact with him because he’s your boyfriend’s roommate.”

“And he’s a nice person, and you need his company,” Aera added hurriedly. “Now can I go? I’m going to be late.”

“Fine,” Yejin said. Aera bolted as soon as the words left her roommate’s mouth. Yejin shook her head almost endearingly as the front door slammed shut.

Half an hour later, Jeonghan materialized in her doorway with a messy hairdo and a plastic bag filled with boxes of food. The former was the result of the displeased weather outside, but Yejin couldn’t think of a special occasion that would warrant takeout.

“I heard you have an exam coming up,” Jeonghan placed the plastic bag down in front of her laptop, the smell of it tantalizing Yejin’s stomach to growl. “So I got you this.”

Yejin eyed the plastic bag, her fingers tingling to reach out and devour whatever was inside in a single gulp. She glanced upward and stared into Jeonghan’s eyes. It was difficult to maintain contact; his eyes were obsidian in color, as dark as black holes. If Yejin stared for too long, she’d get sucked in.

“What are you getting out of this?” Yejin asked as politely as she could, though a trained ear could detect the venom hiding within.

Jeonghan leaned in, his disorganized chestnut side-swept hair falling over his eyes. He fixed the navy blue backpack strap hanging from the side of his shoulder as he bent down to stare into her eyes. Yejin held her breath, intimidated by the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Your friendship,” Jeonghan ended cheekily, a boyish smile curling on the corners of his lips.

“Ha,” Yejin muttered weakly, running her hand through her long hair.

“You’re a very smart student, Yejin,” Jeonghan reached out to fidget with her laptop screen, pushing it close before pulling it up again before it could involuntarily shut down. “But it’s okay to take a break sometimes, you know. When you’re done with that assignment of yours, let’s play Monopoly.”

“Monopoly?” Yejin frowned. “We don’t have Monopoly here.”

“I noticed,” Jeonghan commented in a pained tone. “How can you not have a Monopoly board in this apartment? You and Aera are disappointments. Here,” he dropped his backpack on the floor and pulled out a Monopoly board.

Yejin raised a brow. “You brought a whole Monopoly board with you?”

“Yes, for this very special occasion,” Jeonghan said proudly. “Eat your food, and then tell me when you’re finished with your work. I’ll wait for you.”

Despite her protests, Yejin’s heart fluttered a little at his words.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

Jeonghan smiled and threw his body over the couch, unaware that he left a certain girl’s heart hammering violently against her sternum.

three.

A knock dragged Yejin’s attention away from her book and towards the door. Setting the paperback page down on the coffee table, Yejin stretched her sore back as her guest knocked on her door again.

“Coming,” she said, peeking through the eyehole to check. Her eyes widened a little when she recognized the mop of brown hair and swung the door wide open without hesitation. Jeonghan fell forward like a piece of domino, but luckily, Yejin caught his shoulders before he could collide with the ground.

“Get up, you’re heavy,” Yejin inhaled, catching a whiff of alcohol. She coughed, startled. “Oh, crap. Have you been drinking?”

“It was Aera,” he mumbled, his legs flailing behind him. He groaned as his palm flew to his temple. Yejin laid him gently on the couch and rummaged through her drawers for painkillers.

“What were you doing with Aera?” Yejin asked as she placed a glass of water and some tablets on the coffee table. She peered down at Jeonghan’s head from the side of the couch as his body took up the rest of the comfy furniture. From her vantage point, she could see the elegant curves and slopes that made up Jeonghan’s face. He was, indeed, handsome. She threw her gaze away in case he saw her staring, but he was too drunk to care.

“Some party,” Jeonghan said, his voice so soft that Yejin had to guess what he said through his closed lips. He had an arm over his eyes, and his voice sounded strained. Yejin raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” she pulled at his arm to get him to sit up. “Come on, you need to drink this.”

“I don’t have a headache yet,” his words were slurred as Yejin attempted to yank him to his feet.

“You look like you have a headache. Trust me, Aera’s my roommate.”

“Can I confess something?” Jeonghan swiftly rolled over onto his stomach as he shot Yejin a smile. Or a smirk, more like, judging from the lopsided curve on the right side of his mouth.

“Okay?” Yejin gulped, feeling her cheeks pinking at the casual smile he offered.

“I actually like you,” he laughed, a bubbly note ringing through the silent air of the apartment.

Yejin froze. “What?”

“It was two years ago. I saw you at orientation and developed a crush on you. Surprising, eh? And I only saw you once but I fell deep. In love, I mean. I forgot about you, sort of, when I didn’t see you again for a very long time. And then a few months ago I saw you in the library and learned you were my roommate’s girlfriend’s roommate. You can imagine my shock.”

“Jeonghan, you have a girlfriend,” Yejin reminded him, feeling a stinging in her eye sockets.

“Yeah, I know,” Jeonghan laughed, his eyelids closing halfway through. “Funny. If only I went out more, socialized more, you know. Maybe I would’ve met you. Maybe I would’ve been dating you right now.”

“You sound so confident,” Yejin said, reaching out to press her palm against Jeonghan’s cheek. Just this once. One time, then I’m never going to do this again.

“I mean, maybe. I don’t know,” Jeonghan leaned into her hand and his lips brushed the heel of her palm. Her breath hitched and she swallowed. “Do you like me?”

Yejin grimaced, her lips embracing her teeth. “I don’t know.”

Jeonghan kept his firm gaze on her eyes, but she looked away within seconds. A sigh escaped his mouth and he leaned against the couch.

“Of course, you don’t.” He peeled Yejin’s hand from his cheek. “I’m sorry for coming here.”

“It’s alright,” Yejin said, running her fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind at all.”

“I really like you,” Jeonghan repeated, his voice fading into a soft laugh. “I just…”

A snore left his throat, and a tear escaped her eyelids.

four.

“I want you to be gentle with Jeonghan,” Aera said as she shoved her heels into her shoes.

“What do you mean?” Yejin asked as soon as she pulled the pen from between her teeth. Normally, she’d tuck the piece of stationary behind her ear, but that space was currently occupied by her black-rimmed glasses.

“Something happened,” Aera answered vaguely, averting her gaze from Yejin’s scrutiny.

“To him?”

“You’ll see for yourself.”

When Jeonghan came along, Yejin immediately understood what Aera meant. His fluffy swept hair was even more disgruntled than usual, vaguely reminding Yejin of a thornbush. There were dark circles under his eyes that were almost the shade of his onyx eyes and his lips were chapped and scarlet in some places, but Yejin glanced away before he could catch her staring. Despite how exhausted he looked, he still managed to smile at her.

“I’ve never seen you wear glasses before,” he said.

Yejin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, swallowing nervously. “Yeah, well, I usually prefer my lenses.”

Jeonghan exhaled, a rough, guttural sound that shattered Yejin’s glass heart into a thousand fragments. “I broke up with Stacey.”

“Oh,” Yejin closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jeonghan laughed, an empty sound that undulated as he flopped face-first onto the couch. “I’m sorry about last time and for… for being here. I don’t know who else to go to.”

Yejin pursed her lips, wondering if Jeonghan still remembered his confession. Did he remember that he told her he liked her? Did he remember how she placed her palm on his cheek? Did he remember the sound of her heartbeat and the warm emotions thumping in rhythm with her blood?

“Do you want a hug?” she asked, surprising herself.

Jeonghan watched her, a small smile materializing on his face. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Yejin accompanied Jeonghan on the couch and allowed him to sink his head into the dip of her shoulder. They stayed that way for a while as Yejin allowed Jeonghan to take the warm comfort she offered him.

“I saw her,” he mumbled into the collar of Yejin’s sweater, “with another guy. It’s only been a week since we broke up and there she is. Dating again.”

“Maybe… that’s her way of recovering?” Yejin asked meekly.

“Maybe,” Jeonghan exhaled and Yejin could feel his breath on her neck. “But it still hurts so much, you know.”

“Yeah,” Yejin stared out at the dark sky. “I know.”

“Can I…” Jeonghan shifted to a more comfortable position, keeping his head on Yejin’s shoulder and his arms around her torso. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Sure.” Yejin pulled away to grab a cushion on the floor and positioned it under Jeonghan’s head. “Not a problem at all.”

Jeonghan looped his fingers through Yejin’s hand, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her head against the couch and watched his chest rise and fall.

five.

“What’s he doing here?” Aera frowned.

“No, the question is, why are you still here?” Yejin responded.

“I live here!” Aera threw her hands into the air incredulously.

“She’s kicking you out,” Jeonghan snickered. “She wants full ownership of the apartment and the cat and the refrigerator full of your delicious food.”

“We don’t have a cat.”

“He’s the cat,” Yejin jabbed her finger in Jeonghan's direction.

“Ouch,” Jeonghan used his hand that wasn’t occupied with holding a yogurt cup to slam the right side of his chest. “That smarts, Yejin.”

Even the way he said her name made her stomach soar.

“It’s true!” She argued, hoping that her cheeks remained their normal hue. “All you do here is sleep and eat our food. Just like a cat.”

“I meant,” Aera began, flapping the air when Jeonghan opened his mouth to argue, “that I haven’t even left and yet you’re already here. You usually come after I’m gone.”

“We’re having a movie marathon today,” Yejin said. “We’re binging the Larry Hatter movies.”

“Ah, that’s a classic. Have fun, you two.”

“Do you have the popcorn?” Yejin asked as the front door slammed shut.

Jeonghan snorted. “Of course I brought the popcorn. And the candy. What’s a movie marathon without candy?” He grabbed the tubs of popcorn and the colorful plastic bag and plopped onto the couch next to Yejin with a huff.

Larry Hatter and the Thaumaturge’s Rock flashed across the screen in front of them, but Yejin could only focus on the side of Jeonghan’s face. She watched the colors dance over the soft angles of his cheeks, garnering a blush on Yejin’s cheeks. Suddenly, he was watching her, but she didn’t look away.

“Is my face much more interesting than the movie?” Jeonghan laughed, a smirk dancing over his lips. Yejin fought the urge to slap it off his face.

“Why do you like coming over here?” Yejin answered with a question, her head slightly tilted to the side.

Jeonghan paused, watching her as Persephone scolded Roland for pronouncing a spell wrong on screen. Yejin watched the emotions swirl behind his irises, unable to discern any of them.

“Because you’re here,” he said.

Yejin nodded, trying not to smile at the vague answer. “Mhm.”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you.”

“You’re smiling,” he poked her cheek and Yejin fought the urge to lean into his hand.

Remember, he just got out of a relationship. Don’t do this to him.

“So what, you’ve taken away my right to smile now?” Yejin huffed.

“No,” Jeonghan assured, throwing his head back in a laugh. “It’s just that I can’t control myself when you smile.”

Breathe.

“Okay,” Yejin shrugged. She tightened her grip on her bowl of popcorn and kept a steel gaze on the movie, making sure to ignore Jeonghan’s stares and his hands.

+ one.

One bad thing kept happening after the other.

Earlier that day, someone knocked into Yejin while she was going up the stairs and she fell, scraping her knees against the pavement. They burned like an inferno and Yejin had to bite her lip to prevent herself from crying. The person who shoved her didn’t even spare a second glance her way; she walked home limping. When she arrived home, she checked her phone and discovered that she attained a superbly low grade for one of her essays. She also received a message from one of her friends that his dog ripped apart a book that she lent him. To make matters worse, it was one of her favorite books; a book her mother had given her on her fifteenth birthday.

It was too much for Yejin to handle.

Aera wasn’t home—where was comfort when you needed it—and no one from her family was picking up. Yejin’s face was buried deep into her right palm as another hand pressed her phone against her ear.

Please, Yejin thought as the phone continued to ring in her ear.

“Hello?”

Yejin’s balloon heart sagged in relief.

“Hi,” she swallowed. “Can I come over?”

Jeonghan’s response was immediate. “Yes.”

That was how Yejin found herself in Jeonghan’s apartment, snuggled against him on the couch with a warm mug of hot chocolate. He was playing a game on his PS5, but his arms were around Yejin like a large, comfy teddy bear. She leaned against his chest, hearing his heartbeat in sync with hers.

“Thanks,” she mumbled to him, and she could feel his heart pump faster.

“Any time,” he answered, pulling her closer to his chest.

Yejin continued to watch the characters and graphics flash across the screen. She sipped her hot chocolate as she placed her hands on one of Jeonghan’s hands, momentarily distracting him from his game. He recovered quickly and twisted his thumb so that he was caressing her palm.

“Jeonghan?”

He hummed in response.

“I think I like you.”

Jeonghan froze and his character died. He turned to her, ignoring the flashing message on the screen that spelled GAME OVER in red capital letters.

“You think?” he asked, voice cracking at the end.

Yejin shook her head quickly. “No, no. Not think. I do like you.”

She squirmed nervously; he was still at a loss for words. She vaguely watched his throat gulp as he swallowed.

“Really?” he asked, his voice raw and vulnerable.

Yejin understood why he was so hesitant. He had recently gotten out of a relationship—he didn’t know if he was ready to give his heart to someone else after losing it not too long ago.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now,” Yejin assured, squeezing his wrist. “I’ll wait—”

“Yejin.”

Yejin glanced at Jeonghan’s serious expression; his jawline is firm and stiff and his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. He stared at her for a while, deep in thought, before he leaned in to kiss her.

Her eyes fluttered shut in response. Jeonghan’s lips were slightly chapped but soft and gentle. She was frozen for a while, her mind unable to process what was happening at first. Then Jeonghan pulled away, and she grabbed his collar to pull him into her.

“Yejin,” Jeonghan said breathlessly, his hair tousled as he held Yejin in his arms. “I don’t want you to think I’m only using you as a rebound; I like you, from the bottom of my heart. Can I be your boyfriend?”

Yejin laughed at the innocent question and reached up to tuck one of his curls behind his ear. She leaned up to peck him again.

“Yes.”

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amrv-5 · 1 year ago

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WAR AND HATE ON PLANET EARTH

#sorry just PMSing now too in addition to the Everything Else best week to ever happen #my back hurts my stomach hurts and I didn't take ibuprofen fast enough to head it off entirely #ARGH!!!!!!!!#sorry parker complaining arc will be over soon I promise I know this is not my usual tenor of posts #but also AUGHHHHH!!! YELLING COMPLAINING ETC #okay done now thank you

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leviscolwill · 1 year ago

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read your mind (smau)

pairing: ollie bearman x singer!reader

in which: ollie is his gf's most supportive fan and you're the most supportive wag (face claim: sabrina carpenter)

notes: my first socmed au ever !! this was so so much fun to write hehe, i don't know if it's too long or too short for this kind of story so lmkkk. also yn.fm is yourname.fm (bc music got it ? hahahahaha.....)

now playing: read your mind by sabrina carpenter (emails i can't send)

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asumofwords · 1 year ago

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Blood, gore, major character deaths.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Oh my god.... Everything is happening ARGH! I'm actually going to try and post updates daily now for this, bar Sunday for the next Sublet chapter. I am just so excited to finish this series! Hahaha, anyway, I've loved seeing all your reactions and theories!! <3

Chapter 102: Envoys to Dragonstone

When you had returned to your chambers, it was a blur of movements and thoughts, but one in particular seemed to absorb all the rest. Its dark tendrils wrapped around the others, pulling them into the dark with it, thus making its size almost immeasurable until all other thoughts were devoured by it, gone from the light, and all that was left was it.

War was coming.

With shaky hands you grasped a piece of parchment and sat at the table. With the ink pot and quill, you rolled the parchment flat beneath your palm and began to write.

You wrote as though your life depended on it.

Because it did.

And with each swift flick of your script, a blaring word in particular seemed to have broken loose from the feeling of hopelessness. A word which had been whispered and cried. Spoken and sneered. A word that had fuelled your hope, and created your despair. A word that you knew, now more than ever, was a need to act.

Dracarys.

And so you wrote until the page was full, and tears leaked from your eyes at knowing what was to come next.

Loss.

‘Mother and Father,

To write to you under the present circumstances does little to steady my beating heart, but it is something that I know will ensure that it keeps doing just that. Beating.

Aegon is dead. Slain at the hands of Aemond.

And now he is King. And I, Queen.

The treaty is lost, and at the risk of another war coming to take us all, I must beg you, bend the knee.

Bend the knee to Aemond.

If you swear him as King, he has said that he will allow you to live on Dragonstone and carry out your days there safely and happily.

If you do not bend the knee, war will break, and I will not survive it.

You will not survive it.

None of us will.

My only consolation is that if you do, we shall all live, and that I will be able to see you again soon.

I suspect I am with child, Aemond’s child. And if the promise of your own flesh and blood upon the throne does not satiate your need to rule, then know I hold no grievances towards you. It is your birthright, just as it is mine.

If you do not bend the knee, you must send star fruit to the Keep so that I know of your decision, and may feel its sweet nectar upon my tongue once more before war breaks out. It is the only way I will survive this all, and it is the only way that I will know that you do not hate me for asking you of this.

It was not my wish to depose my mother of the throne, nor my father, or my dearest brother Jacaerys. I beg for your forgiveness. I shall go to the Godswood and pray that you will forgive such an offence, and pray that the Gods will forgive my sins too.

Until then, I wait to hear of your acquiesce to Aemond and I's rule, or the delivery of star fruit to the keep in barrels full.

Yours forever,

Queen Y/n.’

Tears slipped past your eyes, and you had not even heard Aemond enter the chambers, nor sense him standing behind you as he read your letter. It was only until he touched a lock of your hair at the back of your head did you know that he was there.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, cool patience in his tone.

You turned your head to look up at him.

Were you ready?

Would you ever be ready for what was to come?

If your parents bent the knee, that meant you would rule as Queen, like you had always wanted, and at the side of Aemond.

But if they didn’t?

No.

They would come.

Just as you asked.

More tears fell, and Aemond swiped them away gently with his thumb, “Issa iā qopsa geralbar bona ilagon gō īlva. Yn nyke gīmigon bona hēnkirī, hae mēre, kosti.” It is a difficult road that lays before us. But I know that together, as one, we can.

“Iksan nāpāsagon ñuha lentor.” I am betraying my family, You sniffed, another tear trailing down your cheek hotly.

Aemond frowned sadly at you, helping you to stand.

“Iksis ziry drēje?” Is it true? He asked quietly, “Issi ao lēda riña?” Are you with child?

You knew in your bones that you were.

Although there were not many symptoms but the inklings of sore breasts, you just knew. You knew instinctually that it was true. That the Gods had given you and Aemond another chance of being parents, and you would not lose that opportunity again.

You nodded, another tear rolling down your cheek, one of sorrow and joy.

Aemond bent his head down to kiss you gently, lips brushing against your own in reverence, but his hands upon your face showed the true excitement that he held back. They were firm, and tight, and almost tingled against your skin.

“I am scared.” You breathed.

“I will keep you and my child safe.” Aemond looked you in the eye, sincerity on his face, a hand coming to press gently at your stomach.

You smiled sadly at him, “Not if war breaks.”

“Even then. I will not lose you, or our child. You are the most precious thing in the world to me, my one and only love. Not even the Gods could take you from me.” He promised.

Your heart soared as you nodded up at him, rising on your tiptoes to capture his lips once more. He whispered an apology against your lips, and you couldn’t help the small sob that escaped.

“Please do not make me choose.” You whispered, hands holding the sides of his face, stubble brushing against the scar of your palm, the reminder of your union and love always there.

“You have already made your choice. Now they must make theirs.”

Aemond left you in the chambers alone to deliver your letter to Otto Hightower and Ser Criston Cole, who readied themselves to leave by ship that very evening. They would arrive to Dragonstone by morning.

And you would get your answer from the skies.

DRAGONSTONE POV

The morning broke the same way that it had before.

The sun rose above the waters surrounding Dragonstone, and cast the volcanic island in a glow of golden light. There was a light breeze that morning as the maids had opened the windows and balcony doors to Queen Rhaenyra and King Daemon’s quarters.

They had been dressed and readied, and broke their fast together. Little Viserys and Aegon the Younger tottered around their chambers, playing with tiny toy dragons that had been carved from wood.

The couple eventually made their way down to the study, Rhaenyra having gotten word from the men at the Red Fork that a certain war dragon had been spotted in the skies, and not seen to have left until almost a dozen days later.

As Rhaenyra shifted the letters at the large desk and Daemon sat lazily before the fir with one leg crossed over the other as Little Viserys sat on his knee, stories being whispered into the young boys ear as Aegon the younger sat on the floor playing with his toys, the door to the chambers were rapt by knuckles thrice in quick succession.

“Come.” Rhaenyra beckoned, and watched as the doors were opened swiftly by a Ser Erryk Cargyll.

The twin gave a short nod in greeting before apologising for his intrusion, “Your, Grace, there is a ship, just west of Dragonstone.”

Rhaenyra stiffened in her chair, and Daemon snapped his head to the man, quietening his whispers.

“It flies the banner of your brother.”

Rhaenyra stood from her seat slowly, Daemon going her with his son in his arms, the boy nestled against his side.

There had not been a ship to Dragonstone since the day Otto had come to watch her daughter be wed to her half-brother.

“Notify the council, have them be ready.” Rhaenyra commanded, and Ser Erryk bowed his head, leaving the chambers at once.

Rhaenyra and Daemon stared at each other, Viserys fussing in Daemon’s arms, sensing the tension that mounted in the room like a storm.

“Do you think it’s a trap?” Daemon breathed heavily, smoothing hair away from his sons head as two of Rhaenyra’s maids entered the chambers.

Daemon kissed the top of the boys forehead before handing him to one of the girls, the other scooping Aegon the Younger into her arms before exiting the chambers.

Rhaenyra moved around the desk, coming to stand in front of Daemon, “I believe we should be ready for it.”

By the time the two entered the Chambers of the Painted Table, the Small Council of Queen Rhaenyra were already standing around it in wait. Jacaerys stood off to the side, his Lady Wife, Baela beside him.

Lord Corlys stood to the side of Baela with Princess Rhaenys and their other granddaughter Rhaena, all who wore black and red, with hints of blue, as was their new and old House colours.

All other Lords and Maester’s stood at the other end.

“When should they arrive to shore?” Rhaenyra asked, forgoing a greeting as she walked swiftly to the head of the table with her husband.

“Within the hour, Your Grace.” Came the response of Maester Gerardys.

Rhaenyra nodded, looking amongst the table before she jumped into action.

“We need to be ready for whatever my brother Aegon has planned. Patrol the skies and the sea. Have men at the ready for anything.”

Jacaerys stepped forward, “I shall ride Vermax.”

Rhaenyra nodded, though her heart raced in her chest.

The last time she had allowed her children to take to the skies, only one came back.

“I’ll take Moondancer, Your Grace.” Princess Baela declared.

Rhaenyra gave the girl a small smile, “Good.” She turned to face Rhaenys, “Take Meleys to the sky. If Aegon or Aemond are to come on the backs of their dragons, we will need numbers and you are one of our best.”

Daemon was the next to speak, “I shall take Caraxes-”

“-No.” Rhaenyra argued, “You will stay with me. I need you at my side.” Turning to Lord Corlys, she requested the presence of his ships, “Have four of your ships ready at port.”

The older man nodded, moving swiftly out of the chambers to command them.

“You said there was only one ship?” Rhaenyra questioned the Maester.

“Yes, Your Grace. Only one has been spotted.”

The crown weighed heavily atop the Queens head in that moment, the first time she had ever truly felt the weight of it.

At first when Daemon had crowned her, it was foreign, but with time, she grew to not notice its presence, as though it was another set of braids atop her head. But now, she felt the heavy weight of it all, pressing down on her skull, hyperaware that she had a duty, and it was about to be tested.

Once the ships had been pulled to the docks, and her dragon riders had taken to the skies, Queen Rhaenyra and her King Consort, Daemon Targaryen, moved with the Queens Guard down to the meeting point of the path where they had stood before.

When greeted with Aegon’s terms.

And then later with the return of their daughter.

But this time, they waited and watched as the heads and banners of the Green three headed dragon came towards them, and they did not once sense that they would be reunited with their daughter once more. Instead, Ser Otto Hightower was flanked by Ser Criston Cole and members of her brothers Kings Guard.

Above them, three dragons flew in circles, watching from above.

Waiting.

Ready.

Ser Otto Hightower, in all his lithe glory, came to a stop before Queen Rhaenyra, looking all the more like a weevil that had crawled into a farmers grain.

For he was a pest that had wormed its way into her fathers life, and become the driving force of the usurpation of the throne, her daughter and sons deaths, and the removal of her surviving daughter to her half-brother.

Ser Otto was a man that Rhaenyra as a child had hoped and prayed that her father would have seen through. That Viserys could have seen the man before him was a mask, a shell, and hid his true intentions behind duty and tradition. But Viserys had been blinded by the wolf in sheep's clothing, and Otto’s lies had been strengthened by Daemon’s love for her.

Viserys never did get to see the ruin that his inaction would become.

Daemon, the once Rogue Prince, stood at his wife’s side diligently, as he had promised to do, large palms resting upon the two swords that flanked him, one being the Dark Sister blade. He struggled to not sneer at the man who had taken everything from him.

Taken his daughter from him. His brother.

“We come as envoys.” Otto began, Ser Cole staring at Daemon, his own hand atop the hilt of his sword.

Daemon had not forgotten Cole's place in all this either.

Crispin Cole.

Rhaenyra looked down at the men from her nose. Despite being shorter than them, she stood uphill, and gave the illusion that she was above them.

And she was.

Where she was Queen, they were mere Ser’s.

“King Aemond the First-“

“-Aemond?” Rhaenyra interrupted sharply, worry coursing through her chest, “Did my brother Aegon drink himself to death in his cups?”

Otto reached into his coat pocket, the Queen’s Guard shifting as they watched his movement carefully. Long fingers pulled apart his lapel and dove into the inner pocket, grasping the rolled parchment from their daughter.

Daemon shifted atop the balls of his feet.

Lord Hightower held out the scrolled parchment, green insignia stamped into its papery surface with wax, “A letter from the Queen.”

“Queen?” Daemon snipped, looking at the parchment.

Ser Erryk stepped forward to grasp the letter, armour shuffling as his eyes darted to his twin, Arryk Cargyll, who stood behind Otto Hightower.

It was a sad day for either twin, seeing their other half on different sides of a silent war. Their eyes met, if only briefly, all hurt and betrayal, before Erryk took the scroll and delivered it to Rhaenyra.

“King Aegon is dead. And in the line of succession, Aemond has taken his place.”

“What about his remaining son?” Daemon questioned, looking at the scroll briefly before back at Otto.

Otto held his hands behind his back, “Maelor is too young to rule at such a time, and Aemond has taken the Iron Throne.”

Ser Erryk held out the parchment for his Queen to take, which she took whilst keeping her eyes upon Otto, much like her husband, who continued to talk.

“Bend the knee to the King, swear your fealty to him and he shall allow you to remain here as the Lady of Dragonstone, whereafter your son Jacaerys the Lord of Dragonstone, and Joffrey Lord of Driftmark. The Queen has agreed to send word to you now that the treaty has ended with Aegon’s passing.”

Rhaenyra hastily unrolled the parchment, ripping the green wax insignia of the three headed dragon off the paper, the wax crumbling onto the stone below. Violet eyes roved over her daughters script whilst Daemon read over the top of her shoulder.

The Queen felt a tide of rage.

“I will not bend the knee to a usurper and kinslayer who is not even second in the line of succession. He has no right to the throne.” She hissed at the Hightower Lord, “Where is the Princess?”

“She is Queen Consort now, and shall live her days with the King in peace and safety. Your blood sits upon the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra, something that should satiate your desire for war. Bend the knee to Aemond, blood not be needlessly spilt again.”

Otto spoke like an old man telling his daughter or wife to buy something from the market that was not needed, and not at all like a man who was preventing a war.

Daemon quietly seethed beside his wife, looking at Otto, and having read two words that gave him the permission he so desperately sought. Daemon shifted, hand pulling the Dark Sister blade from her sheath and stormed forward.

“Fuck this.” Daemon sneered.

Ser Cole stepped toward him, and from above a dragon screeched.

It was a blur of guards, and the sound of men and their blades being unsheathed filling the air.

Ser Erryk Cargyll stepped to the side of Daemon, if not slightly more forward, blocking the blow of Ser Cole’s blade as Daemon moved towards Otto, whose eyes were wide in shock. Queen and King’s Guards met in the middle, a blur of bodies as Rhaenyra stood firmly, planted as she were.

Watching.

With a swing of the Dark Sister blade, Daemon sliced through Ser Otto Hightower’s shoulder, the blade cutting through flesh and bone as though it was butter, carving down to the middle of his chest.

Blood sprayed from his wound, and the older man cried out into the air, the beating wings of dragons loud above them.

As the King Consort pulled his blade from the Hightower Lord, who stumbled backwards on shaky legs, Daemon swung the Dark Sister blade into the air once more, connecting with his neck.

His body landed on the floor before his head did, which rolled downwards into the chaos of the guards and knights who fought, mouth open and eyes wide.

Ser Erryk blocked another swipe of Criston’s blade, who came at him harder and faster, anger and desperation in his eyes. Ser Arryk, his twin, steadily approached the two as he battled through the sea of fighting.

A few of Aemond’s men had turned back, running down the path to try to get back to their ship, to send word to the King, but a large shadow loomed above them, and with a cry, Baela screamed out her deathly command for the very first time.

“Dracarys!”

Moondancer, a slender and pale green dragon with pearl like horns, opened her jaws and a plume of fire was cast over the Green deserters. The flames devoured the men entirely, who screamed in agony, trying to outrun their burning flesh, before dropping to the floor below, silent and stiff.

Baela, to prevent any more attempting to escape, landed against the path, the large claws of her dragon digging into the stone sides, much like how Rhaenyra had, many moons ago.

Moondancer screeched, head down and long at the backs of Aemond’s men who turned to face the dragon in fear, swords lifted in a pathetic last chance of defence.

It was an opportunity that Rhaenyra’s men did not let pass.

And an opportunity Daemon didn’t either.

The Dark Sister blade cut through three men, and Jacaerys upon Vermax landed behind the Queen and her men, a subtle threat, and a vow of protection for his Queen Mother.

Vermax growled deeply, teeth bared, whilst Rhaenys continued to circle atop Meleys from above, searching the skies for any sign of her cousins.

Ser Cole, sensing that he was fighting a losing battle, did not give up, and came at Ser Erryk brutally. The twin stumbled backwards, Arryk moving towards Cole’s side as Criston's blade barely just missed the twins face.

But as Ser Cole was occupied, and Rhaenyra watched from behind stony faced, he did not see the shadow that passed behind him, nor did he anticipate the thrusting of the Dark Sister blade through the pummel of his chest.

Ser Erryk Cargyll took advantage of the opportunity, and turned to face his twin brother, a man who was the exact image of him bar small scars upon their bodies, and if you had asked Arryk a year before, he was taller. Their swords clashed together, moves and skill mirrored as both men had grown and trained together side by side.

Daemon Targaryen, the once Rogue Prince and now Rogue King, a man who was seasoned in war, and battle, and swordsmanship, stood behind Ser Criston Cole, blade in hand as it penetrated through the top of his chest under his shoulder. Blood dripped from its tip thickly as he looked down at it, eyes wide in shock.

Daemon’s silver hair, now streaked in blood, lifted gently in the breeze that rolled past.

The drops of Ser Cole’s blood was loud in Rhaenyra’s ears as she looked at the man dubbed ‘The King Maker’.

With a large boot, Daemon kicked the knight off of his blade, and onto his knees.

Ser Criston Cole landed with a thud, looking up at Rhaenyra, eyes darkened by hatred. The blade in his hand had fallen to the ground, and blood dripped down from his wound thickly, splattering across the stones like many of his other men.

Rhaenyra looked down her nose at the man, lips pulled back in a sneer.

It was quiet on the path, the only sound Rhaenys’ dragon calling out from above, and the sound of blood on stone. All other fighting was drowned out by the rage that pumped through her veins.

And as though connected through a bond, like rider and dragon, Daemon stood behind Ser Criston Cole, The King Maker; a man who had been sworn to Rhaenyra once before, a man she had once been intimate with when she was a young girl, a man who had witnessed the Gods affirmation that she was fit for the throne, a man who had aided the usurpation of the throne, a man who had broken his oath to the cloak, and Daemon heeded the Queen’s wordless command.

Daemon swung the Dark Sister blade one final time.

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sreyaya · 5 months ago

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Brother Norton smut pls, I just saw your post, YES BROTHER NORTON SMUTTT PLSSS I LOVE YOUUU 😭😭

Confidential

Modern AU | StepBro!Norton Campbell x F!Reader NSFW

Content Warning: 1.5K words, STEPCEST!!!!!!!, implied creampie, weird relationship entanglement, cock riding, blowjob/oral (giving), m!masturbation and getting caught, MDNI (DON'T READ IF U'RE UNCOMFY)

(A/n: OK I HEARD U. I love the idea of stepbro!Norton more so we're going with that ARGH)

smut under the cut!

It's always him, isn't it? Norton, the reason for your struggles, the one who'd point and laugh when you fell down. To be fair, it was a twisted story, you never thought your mom would date—your ex's dad? Nothing could've prepared you for the moment he stepped foot on your doorstep with that shit-eating grin.

Your relationship with Norton had always been- unconventional. It was purely based on sex and pleasure, filled with physical attraction with no romantic strings attached. The passion between you was undeniable, going as far as sneaking around, finding any excuse to be together to do it. To be frank, it felt incredible, Norton was exceptionally skilled during it, and let's not even start about his incomparable length. It was the perfect set.

But regardless, he was always mean to you as your so called brother. He didn't cut you any slack and made fun of every single thing you failed at, and it was annoying. Especially when your parents adored all of his achievements, including your mom, parading everything he had achieved, it made you feel even saltier than ever, you were sick of it.

Tonight was one of those nights where you stayed up longer than whatever time you intended to. Grabbing another glass of water as you looked up at the clock, marking how it was going to be three soon enough, you realized you needed to sleep soon, or you might just end up waking up too late. As you were going to head back, small thuds were heard from above the kitchen, and you weren't surprise knowing it was his room.

Curious, you wanted to check it out, assuming Norton was probably trying to sneak out again for another party across town or it was one of his habitual night gaming sessions. Truly, he hadn't changed much from the time when you were still together, with him sneaking out at early mornings just to meet you, fucking until the break of dawn, what a waste of a charmer.

You walked down the hallway carefully, seeing his door opened to a certain degree, and to your surprise, he was neither trying to sneak out nor playing his games, he was doing something much worse than that. Norton was dragging his palm across his cock, his other hand preoccupied with a picture of something, something quite familiar. It was you, with your favorite lingerie that you still kept even until today, the same lingerie that he bought for you months ago.

Stroking his own cock while suppressing down his moans with his soft pillow, with small whimpers still managing to escape. Imagining how your pussy would always take him so good, your walls all clamping down on him while he watches your puffy clit all so well, watching your breasts spill to the side as he fucks you nicely from behind. It was all playing on the back of his mind while he softly cursed upon himself.

It was the lewdest thing you'd seen him doing, it felt weird too, firstly because you were his ex, and secondly because he was indirectly your brother? Doesn't that kind of sound improper? Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a step back, hoping to retreat quietly before Norton noticed you. But just as you turned to leave, your foot caught on the corner of the hallway rug, causing you to stumble, pushing the door open inside.

He looked at you, eyes wide with shock. You scrambled to your feet, trying to find the words to explain why you were standing there, why you were witnessing this questionable moment. He was the first to break the silence. "What the hell are you doing here?" You could only stammer, trying to collect your thoughts. "I-I heard a noise. I thought you were sneaking out or something."

His face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "So you just decided to spy on me?" Norton exclaimed, still whispering so your parents wouldn't wake up. "It wasn't like that!" you protested. "I didn't know you'd be... doing that". Norton ran one of his hand through his hair, pulling up his boxers, frustration evident in his face. "Look, this is none of your business. Just... just get out".

But you couldn't move. The image of him, what you had just seen, was etched into your mind. And then, without thinking, you blurted out the words that had been buried deep inside you for so long. "Why do you still have those pictures?". He froze, his eyes locking onto yours. "What?".

"Those pictures," you repeated, more quietly this time. "Why do you still have them? We broke up months ago, and you're kinda like my brother now, Nort." you asked once again, lying down on the foot of his bed.

Norton was silent for a while before he opened his mouth, "I missed you," he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing. You turned your head up at him, before turning away as well, "missed you too."

Norton was taken aback, didn't know that you'd respond. Before you could second-guess yourself, he closed the distance between you, inching closer to you as he continued by meeting his soft lips. It felt like coming home, like finding something you had lost long ago. You responded to him immediately, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more desperate. You could feel the months of pent-up emotions, the unresolved questions, all dispersing into the kiss. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer while your fingers tangling in his hair.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. "I know," he answered back, mumbling softly as his hands slid under your shirt, making you shiver, "But I can't stop." And neither could you. You both knew it was wrong, that it was complicated. You pushed him down on his own bed, the silk sheets scrunching up beneath him as both your weight fell down below.

His rough hands were all over you, under your thin sleepwear as he felt your warmth beneath his touch. His hands slid up your thighs, making your skin tingle in response. As he pulled you closer, his lips never leaving yours. Norton pulled off your shirt, revealing your bare skin to his hungry eyes, wanting to devour every inch of you. His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and marks all over you, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs circling one of your nipples while he occasionally suck the other.

You arched your back, pressing against him, feeling his erection through his boxers as you reached down, your hands trembling slightly, and pulled them off. His length was hard and ready, and you felt a rush of desire course through you. You slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around him, feeling his warmth and hardness. "shit—", his hips bucked into your hand. "I need you," he murmured, his voice deep and raspy.

"I need you too," you replied, letting go all of your guilty thoughts as you took him whole in your mouth. "T-This is crazy," he whispered, his voice filled with both fear and excitement. Your head bopped up and down on him, licking every inch and vein of his thick length. Constantly taking it out with a loud 'pop' as you give small licks down the slit. Norton was fucked out of his mind and you were here for it.

It didn't take long before you mounted on top of him, his hands holding both sides of your hips firmly, guiding you down his girth as he whimpered lowly. Norton pushed into you, filling you completely. You gasped, your body arching against him, feeling the intense pleasure of him inside you. He moved slowly at first, savoring the sensation, his eyes closing in pleasure. Then he began to move faster, his thrusts deep and hard, his hands gripping your hips as yours were placed behind you whilst you were jumping up and down on him.

You matched his rhythm, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the lewd noises where you both connected, the bed creaking beneath you while your moans and gasps mixing with his. You felt the tension building inside you, the pleasure knot growing much tighter with each thrust. "'m close," you whispered, your voice breaking with need. "M-me too," he replied, his voice rough with desire.

Norton reached down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. You cried out, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm, a roller coaster of pleasure crashing over you. He followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he came inside you, filling you with his warmth.

"We can't keep doing this y'know," you whispered, your voice filled with a hint of satisfaction. "I know," he replied, his voice soft. "But for now, let's just stay like this."

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anton-luvr · 1 year ago

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can you do anton x gender neutral reader where they’re coworkers at a book store and when they have to pass books to each other to put away or do their duties with, they put little notes to each other and it’s sticking out and then that’s how anton asks us out

# WITH YOU.

𖦹 bf!anton x gn!reader | fluff | coworkers to lovers au

𖦹 note ; this is so cute ARGH thank u for requesting anon!!! and thank u for waiting too, i hope u like it! <3 + reqs are CLOSED !

Dealing with your boss was the most difficult part of your job.

Barely anyone came in to the local bookstore you worked at, but your boss would always insist on purchasing boxes and boxes of books that would go untouched, leaving it to you and your coworker, Anton, to unbox and shelve them.

You used to despise it, till Anton came up with a silly solution to make the task more bearable.

He would Google up the stupidest jokes and scribble them down on little Post-It notes, placing them randomly in the books.

If he was feeling extra, he'd even write down your horoscope.

It was nothing much, but it was enough to make you smile when shelving the books away.

After a while, you started to do the same for Anton. You would sketch drawings of cats, sometimes sketching famous memes to earn the melody of Anton's laughter for almost five minutes straight.

It soon became habit for the both of you, each leaving a colorful Post-It note to surprise the other on shelving day.

But for today, you don't think you'll have enough time.

Your boss had truly gone insane.

Sales were at an all time low, but he had just purchased five boxes of books. 'Need them scanned and shelved by 5pm, latest.' his text message read, followed by a simple 'okay! :)' from Anton.

You were too annoyed to reply.

"This is crazy," you sigh dramatically, resting your head on the shelf with a thud. "We're never going to finish this before five!"

Anton tuts from his seat at the counter, where he's seemingly busy scanning the books into the system. "Come on, we got this. I'll scan these up as fast as I can and come help you shelve them."

You groan, reluctantly picking up novels and sliding them into the wooden cases. "Fine." you grumble.

Now, if you had stopped being so upset about it and turned around, you'd see what Anton was really doing.

He was writing furiously on pink Post-It notes while he bit his bottom lip anxiously, heart racing a mile a minute.

Hoping you didn't notice, he grabbed some books and stuck each one of them randomly.

Nervously, he takes a deep breath.

"Y/N," he calls out, picking up the stack of books. "There's another stack here to be shelved."

You grunt a response, almost done with the literature shelf you were working on.

"Can you pass them to me? That way I can get this done faster." you asked, exasperated. Anton nods and scurries over immediately, gripping the books so hard that his knuckles were white.

But the pieces of pink paper sticking out of the books catches your attention, and an excited smile falls on your lips.

"Ooh, there's a lot of sticky notes today." you tease. "What is it this time? My horoscope or a motivational quote?"

To your surprise, Anton only shrugs, holding the books out towards you without a word.

Raising an eyebrow, you glance at your coworker suspiciously. "It better not be some sort of insult," you threaten jokingly, not knowing it was going to be quite the opposite.

The first Post-It note you come across tells you just that.

Very simply, written in black marker, was the letter 'G'.

Confused, you turn it towards Anton. "What's this?" you ask. "What does G stand for?"

Playing dumb, Anton shrugs again. "I don't know, you'll just have to keep checking them to see."

Your confusion grows as you receive more and more letters, and you stick them to the shelf for you to keep track.

The last Post-It note was a question mark, and you were just as puzzled. "I don't get it." you mumbled, holding it up for Anton to see. "Is this some kind of riddle?"

Still not talking, Anton points at where you had stuck the Post-It notes.

The moment your eyes run over the chunky alphabets, the message 'GO ON A DATE WITH ME?' rings in your head.

"Me?" you echo, facing Anton with eyes wide with surprise.

Mistaking your reaction for rejection, Anton panics.

"I-It’s fine if you don’t want to, I was just asking!" he squeaks, and he turns around to run back to the counter where he could hide in embarrassment.

But you stop him, pulling him by the arm to face you.

"Hey, I would love to." you reply softly, smiling.

"Really?" he mumbles, eyes shining with pure joy. He knew there would be a fifty percent chance of you saying yes while he planned all this, but it felt surreal to hear you actually agree to go out with him.

"Yeah," you laugh, ruffling his hair.

"Okay then!" he chirps, smiling shyly. "Do you want to go get dinner together on Saturday? Or does Sunday work better for you?"

You hum, putting another book on the shelf.

"Anytime is fine for me," you say, your cheeks warm at the newfound fact that your cute coworker was into you.

"As long as it’s with you."

#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #kpop fics #kpop fluff #riize anton #anton riize #riize x reader #riize drabbles #riize imagines

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the-possum-writes · 1 year ago

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[Monster Mash] 🔞

❥Character: (Hugwolf) Finn Mertens

❥Tags: NS/FW, smut, non specified private parts, gender neutral reader, kn0ts, size difference, teratophilia

❥Synopsis: Jake entrusts you to watch Finn while they look for a cure.

❥Wordcount: 1028

❥A/N: Happy Halloween! I couldn't do October themed stuff but I had this request in the bin from AO3 and I figured today was an ideal day to post. 🎃👻🐺

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

"Keep an eye on Finn while we track down the Alfa Hugwolf, don't let him out of your sight!" Is the responsibility Jake entrusted upon you.

"Good hunting!" I'll do whatever it takes to keep him here." Is your vow to Jake as you shakily grasp the walkie talkie, but throughout your conversation, you failed to notice Cinnamon bun being used to free hugwolf Finn from his confinement that was designed particularly to keep him locked up. You dropped the walkie talkie as you turned around slowly and saw a set of yellow canine eyes peering down at you with the utmost need for affection. The warm breath huffing over your shoulder had startled you into a chilly position. His big fluffy arms lift you up faster than you could run away, not that you'd get very far, but it's better than passively being squeezed that has your sides aching and your heart fluttering, and even then, there's only so much of his hugs you can take before falling limp to the hugwolf's touch, Finn sniffs you curiously before huffing in disdain that you couldn't handle his cuddles like many others.

The Hugwolf was more than willing to abandon you in search of a new hug victim, but you're not ready to let him go so easily. Jake trusted you, and you'll do whatever it takes to see it through, especially since it involves your best friend's safety.

"is that all you got?" You manage to stand on unsteady legs, but your arms are sturdy and ready.

This caused the hugwolf to run up to you for another large hug, knocking you off your feet and onto the floor, but instead of feeling the dungeon rock, you collided against Finn's coarse fur as he protected you from the fall, holding you up to him as he rubbed himself all over you. This wasn't too bad if you ignored the fact that you were caught in his grip like a pet owner overly devoted towards their pet; you found yourself snoozing away unconscious because of how pleasant Finn's hold was on you, but then something different startled you awake.

"So soft." With short huffs and playful growls, the Hugwolf caressed you over his chest and midriff, letting you feel a hardened hump pressing against your plump bottom. One of your hands crept away from your side and gently touched the firm bulge that was now warm against the fabric of Finn's shorts, or what remained of them.

The Hugwolf makes you gasp. There's a warmth whirling inside your gut at the idea developing in your head, consequently Finn responded by thrusting his hips forward in a frantic whimper. "Whatever it takes," you say to yourself as you put your hand inside Finn's shorts. His snout nestles into your shoulder as he adjusts his grip on you in a more gentle squeeze, laying the two of you on his side so he can enthusiastically wag his tail, dry humping his growing cock against your open palm that doesn't slow down its stroking. "Argh, I'm gonna hug you so hard," he breaths in your aroma before tasting you directly by licking the side of your cheek, making your face burn warm because it's the closest thing to a kiss you've had from Finn. Except for the one time you gave him mouth to mouth, which doesn't count. Your heart races against Finn's chest as soon as you think the hug can't get any hotter. Finn pulls you up to him and tears your lower clothes, including your underwear, leaving you blushing profusely. "Whoa! Take it easy, there! You're at least twice my size-!" Instead of warning him, it made you want him even more. Particularly now that his heart-shaped paws have turned you over in such a way that your private parts are in full view of his ravenous glare, lapping you and leaving behind enough saliva to give the impression that he was drinking water from a bowl, Finn's tongue stimulation has you jerking and squirming in his grasp as the ecstasy takes over your body and senses.

"Won't let you go" Hugwolf Finn growls greedily. Finn left you so stunned that you were unable to recognize that he had flipped you again, with your back against his chest and both legs raised as he tried to slide inside of you. Finn kept trying to push the leaking tip of his cock inside of you, but it kept slipping away and brushing against your sensitive areas, so you cried out in desperation and grabbed hold of his heated shaft, hoping to guide it straight into your waiting insides. You give a strained, "Oh fuck-!" as Finn doesn't wait for you to calm down and just begins pounding on you like there's no tomorrow. But he also hugs you while you're gasping and groaning, giving you sloppy hugwolf kisses and lovingly telling you how nice you feel.

You imagined he'd already filled you to the full with his entire cock, but there's a lovely little surprise waiting for you just at the base of his length, something round and throbbing, like an unexpected gift wrapped in a gorgeous knot. "Fiiinnn... I don't know if it'll fit... But, but... I want it inside! All of you!" You gasp at the extra heat stuffing you full, practically swaying your hips in sync with Finn's just to try to match his speed to no effect. But who needs speed when the rhythm of this dirty dance begins to lose its pace as you climax right here on Finn's hugwolf cock. Your smaller form twitches in the aftermath as Finn pumps you up full of his warm cum, unable to measure how much of it there is due to his knot keeping you in place, but hey at least you accomplished your mission.

"Hah... I did it~ I'll be keeping you here until Jake comes back with the cure..." You say with a triumphant smile as Finn cuddles up to you like you're a teddy bear. Although now that you think about it, this hugwolf curse isn't so bad, deep down you hope it'll take a while for them to find that cure.

#finn the human x reader #finn the human #adventure time x reader #reader insert #finn mertens

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user211201 · 5 months ago

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Gnarly Tides

--- Originally posted by ZacharyEverlust before 2018-08-22 ---

--- Note: Pokémon Gym Leader TF ---

We are back at the same location! Same place, same time, same method! Well slightly different one, a tweaked version of what will happen to the fellow victim from the previous story. Only this time, its from the OTHER soon to be-surfer's perspective. As such, the story starts off with his perspective. Seran, being called here by his friend, Baikoha, via text.

Dude you've gotta check this out!

I'm having a blast with Swimming! Coach wants you to tag along!

Bring your goggles along too man!

Obviously, knowing his friend, its totally odd that he would post a message like that. Baikoha didn't want to attend Sports Week much less enjoy those "swimming lessons". Not to mention he actually complained about it yesterday at his dorm...

Seran walked towards the open pool, letting his really long brown hair down as he gazed over the line of participants for this year's "Jockification Week", or so what people described. 'They turned guys and girls into jocks, full of school spirit and cocky bravado!' was apparently what some people described what happened to their friends...how farfetched, well, aside the fact that even his own friend posted that weird message back to him.

The invited-teen peered over for his friend for a few moments, unable to find him. Probably already in the pool by then, Seran assumed, scratching his growing beard down below his lip. The thin-lanky man has to be at the beach in about an hour from now, skipping out an hour's worth of sleep to originally bail with him so they could dodge sports week together, though his friend's apparent change of heart as shown in his message...it was weird, really weird.

Probably at this moment, Seran's mind wondered even more about those Jockification rumors he'd heard from the other newbies. "What if they were true?" Was the first stereotypical soon-to-be-victim thought anyone would have. He recalled the goggles he and his friend discussed yesterday, him being the lucky person that received a limited edition "Marlon & Brawly branded goggles." To his surprise, the other pair was inside the gift box that was laid in his doorstep this very morning!

To be honest, it looks awfully strange, with shiny plastic lenses and their sides being being labelled with the numbers 1-2-3-4-5. Coloured completely black with shiny orange lenses. He wanted to go and tell his friend about this too, though it'd be better just to surprise him. Right?- SPLASH!-Wow some douchebag splashed water on him---SHONE!--"WHA--?"

He sensed the sides of the goggles glowing, sending pulsating charges to the lenses as they glowed a bright orange, shining brightly as though its a conjoined process. Glowing and overwhelmings strongly on the inside of the lens, past the helpless victim's past through the corners of his brain, touching the commands and subjects that make a person-them.

"ARGH! My eyes--huh?" Like an enormous tidal wave that's about to wash over a helpless surfer, he felt like his body became paralyzed in a millisecond, as though he was no more in control. HANG TEN! Was the signal the flashed in his brain, the only thing he could focus on the inside whilst observing the pool's water dripping down from his skin--?

Brawler's Stance!

His thought shifted momentarily, the number 5 engraved on the side of the goggles faded away as this happened. His fists clenched, as his body brought itself to an iconic fighting position, one that's familiar in a game remake. With feet firmly rooted to the ground, squats strongly standing apart and fists brought close to his chest.

SOMEBODY HELP ME! He thought loudly to himself, unable to open his mouth aside forming a huge cocky-like smile that was unlike him, eye brows furrowed oddly , if anyone took notice of him, he would look like a mix of an odd statue and a young man looking for a fight. Although...he didn't fit the part of a fighter just yet, needing an appropriate body to support the current position he is in--

SPLASH!

"NOT AGAIN!" He shouted. The Second tide came in, as a swimming gave a powerful dive from the diving board. Drowning Seran's clothes and his chest from the inside even further. A Drenched white T-shirt and brown khaki shorts, with plain looking sandals. This certainly did not match the goggles he is current matching, and that is about to change as the number 4 faded away next.

PUMP IT UP!

WHOA! He watched his body rise up even higher with a dose of electrolytes, goggles converting pool water to salt water as it gave a dose full of a lifetime's worth of minerals to the body. Aging several years as his height went up with it, with even longer legs and arms, a body that's as tall as any other typical sportsman that can be seen in sight.

Bathed in an appropriate amount of UV rays from the sun, his body crusted into a perfect moderate-brownish Hawaiian tan, like its a result of time and dedication. With his body being at a prime at his early twenties, yet feeling really uncomfortable underneath the clothes he's currently wearing, like it wasn't his style, like he deserved something better--

WOW! The next thought came up, as he watched as his clothes physically re-materialize by themselves right before the goggles covering his very eyes-- RUBBER! Starting with the feet, as the base of the sandals dyed themselves a strong orange, and black rubber soaked itself over the top.

Escalating hugely, they grew larger than the size of his foot as they reached a decent L-size. Bottom becoming rubber like the top, with the strap too becoming part of the design and turning orange as well. Five circles appeared where the toes should be and two black rolled loops appeared at his ankles, though the whole new wet-shoes get-up barely fit him.

The same treatment can be said about the rest of the attire as it went up, clothes now barely fitting and staying on him due to the L-size of the clothes, only thanks to the tight-fitting quality of wet-attire were why they were able to still stick onto his thin bod.

With Khaki shorts morphing themselves blue with waterproof threads as they wrap loosely around his waist, sky blue boarder shorts only on due to the current "stance" he's made into. A plain generic T-shirt gaining originality as they rediscovered cool typical sports patterns sufficing from his chest and trailing from on shoulder to another.

Those patterns turned a familiar pure orange as the rest of the shirt turned into a sporty black. Bringing out a cool and manly side out of the wearer. The sportier shirt hugged tightly to his skin as they turned into a waterproof-skin tight fabric, seemingly rubberized. A loop suffices around the top of his shirt, below his neck and similar to the ones of his wet-shoes.

With that being said, the last changes formed at his fists as the surfer influence touched his hands. Black covering his fists as they turned into orange at the top, with the same loop down at his wrists. Forming Brawler-like slash Surfer wet gloves for those who enjoy diving into the ocean from time to time, and with the current status of his body, it seemed as they just enjoyed anything water sports related, especially surfing--

SPLASH!!!!

"DUDE! THIS IS NOT COOL BRAH---?!" The man complained, vocabulary "Oh man! I haven't even bulked up yet---!" He realized that, with it being the next stage as the number 3 faded too.

IT'S WORKOUT TIME!

His brain thought, feeling his fists clenching even harder as veins bulge toughly from his arms. Watching them firm up as they do their years of training hard, growing to a sizable size as those knuckles nicely fit the gloves like a proud brawler.

The power and energy moved up to his shoulders, expanding them wide and steady as a result of surfing for over a decade, body posture and balance maintaining his strong figure. With a hefty lean-muscular chest supporting his front with tanned pecs and chiseled abs showing his status as a gym instructor, and a gym leader.

Legs tanking out, with calves steadying and fitting the boarder shorts like he liked it. Butt rounding and firming up, jutting out simultaneously with his feet as they filled in their entire wet-shoes. His attire completely suiting his powerful physique, like he deserved it.

"Man! This is great and all!" The soon to be hundred percent Surfer man spoke. "This like totally caused a storm of astonishment to my system! Oh man! But like..."

SPLASHHHH!

"HAHA! Wow! Again with the waves dude!" With water entering his system, cleansing his throat and tonsils, refilling the surfer lingo that he ever most desires with an attractive, chill and a totally radical voice that didn't cared much about intelligence." Gnarly Voice man...AWESOME!"

HANG TEN DUDE!

"Wicked!" An overwhelming surge of confidence and resolve shone in his face. Teeth as white and strong as a Sharpedo's, a smile evolved to a fearless confident grin. Angular Jaw being a sticker to the personality that crashes tides and oceans with his surfboard.

"I LOVE this dude! Can't get enough of it!" Hair spiking at the back, maintaining themselves like an in-bred style that suits him. Blasted away with Sky Blue like his boarder shorts, totally radical as they held spiked in place, bangs free. Facial features chilling with the breeze blowing against his forehead, ears wide open, nostrils filled with the scent of the sea, black sharp eyebrows boldly representing his self-assurance, his power, and his passion for what he does.

"And it just gets better and BETTER!"

"SPLASHHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Fully lost in the Ocean, the new man awoke. With the number 5 completely fading away, he understood the hang ten quality within him and embraced the tide. With outstretched arms voluntarily breaking past any gnarly paralysis, and a body standing tall and firm as water poured down on him.

His goggles glowed and allowing the sun rays reflecting of the pool's surface to bask him with all the thoughts that he needed. Goggles taking on their true form as they tinted themselves as pure orange shades, with black sides supporting his coolness.

"Yo! Brawly! Sup!" Marlon raised his hand. HI-FIVE "Hey Man! Totally drenched me over here! Haha!" He laughed.

Lifting up the shades, revealing two piercing light blue eyes that shredded killer waves. He understood who he is, and how couldn't he? Being the Former Gym Leader of Dewford City's Gym, churned in the rough waves while pumping in the gym and toughening up in a pitch-black cave.

Now the Captain of The University's Water Sports Group, and yet another carefree Surfer Jock who loves nothing more than being in the water, Brawly takes his stance.

With his buddy Marlon by his side, being the fierce competitors and the greatest of friends back when they met in orientation. Rooming up like the bros they are, and having being given their own special goggles together by the higher-ups as a reward for being one of the best pairs in their category. The Ocean. Though his was definitely cooler since it could transform back and forth between his trusty shades and goggles with a button at the back. How awesome is that?

With their knowledge of the ocean, surfing as well as a healthy match of Pokemon battles and tons of working out. With Marlon and Brawly taking the lead in The school's Swimming/Water Polo and Dynamic Surfers Teams respectively, The Captains of the University's Water Sports Group were unstoppable together.

"Dude! Race you to the top of the diving board." Marlon swam. "Oh yeah? Well I'm gonna wipe you down man!" Brawly jumped in and swam right after him.

The two of them made their way to the diving board.

"Hey Man! Watch this--I'm gonna make--!"

"A Bigger Splash Than The Sea!"

SPLASH!

"Dude, that's nothing. Don't forget, I'm--!"

"A Big Wave In Fighting!"

SPLASH!

#male tf #character tf #mental change #personality change #pokemon #dorm desire

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deadgirlwalking91 · 4 months ago

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Dirty ask coming right up!

What scenario(s) do you think would be a big turn on for each half of guitarspear? 😈 (Bonus points for something unexpected/unusual!!)

I knew you'd come through with the goods 😈 answers below!

Lute - sex in public. Given her impulsive, competitive nature she'd be up for the thrill of not getting caught, especially considering it's with Adam. Sure, she's not keen on the idea of her co workers knowing the true extent of her relationship with Adam, but that doesn't mean she won't push the boundaries as much as possible. I'm talking sex in their office, after training, at work-related events. She'd get off on how risky it is - she prefers for Adam to take control in the bedroom. She's this hardass, switched on 24/7, 'I don't need anybody' bitch in the streets, but in the sheets she is happy to sit back and be c o m p l e t e l y taken care of. Her favourite? When Adam's face is between her thighs and her hands are all tangled in his hair - anybody else think she'd be really open to experimenting with sex toys or is it just me? - however, circling back to my point re Adam taking control, I think she'd have her sporadic moments where she wants to take charge. And when she does, she is fucking unstoppable - and I think seeing Adam turned on by that turns her on too - they'd also 100% fuck nasty post-extermination. No shower, she probably doesn't even take her blood-stained uniform off, they're both still so fuelled by adrenaline they just go at it as soon as they return to Heaven. Who knows, they've probably fucked in Hell, too

- she'd also be very fucking loud Adam - he screams 'morning sex' to me. I don't know why. I can just picture him waking up and being ready to go right away. But more slow, lazy morning sex as opposed to railing Lute every other time - those rare times where Lute takes control in the bedroom drive him w i l d

- he's probably into a bit of ass play (both giving and receiving). I just think he's open to experimenting and tbh would probably like it

- he'd be into role play for suuuuure, especially those that lean into power dynamics

I HAVE TO WRAP THIS UP NOW BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO STEP INTO A MEETING ARGH but this was SO MUCH FUN!!!! If anybody else has any dirty asks, inbox is open!

#deadgirl answers #dirty asks #feeling filthy today #guitarspear

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ronwestbreeze · 2 years ago

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader x neytiri

summary: in which tinkers and her sweet boy have a talk

word count: 2.5k

author's note: sorry for such a late post, was really bust with midterms this week. and yes, this chapter is a bit short but i'm trying to pace myself and you guys before we get to the REAL angsty bits of the second movie. even i'm not prepared lol. anyways, hope you enjoy this very late update!

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Year 2169

“Tsmuke!”

You turned away from the damaged train, torn apart by one of your bombs for the raid. You should’ve been able to bask proudly in your work. Appreciate the damage you caused against the Sky People. Would be continuing to cause.

Instead all you felt was a heavy somber rest upon your shoulders and pull at your heart. Absent-mindedly, your hand found your stomach, which was still flat even weeks after the news.

“Tsmuke.” A warrior approached you with urgency written all over his features. “We’ve managed to clear out the entire train. I’ve already sent half of the warriors with the weapons back to the mountains.”

From the look and pause on his features, you straightened and frowned, “What is it?”

The warrior frowned, “We have a few that were injured in the attack.” For a split second, you thought of your two adoptive sons, Neteyam and Lo’ak. Or Jake and Neytiri, fearing for their wellbeing. It didn’t help that you were in separate groups. They had flown South to catch the other railway.

“Ezì was one of them.”

Even when he didn’t utter either your sons’ or mates’ names, you could not feel relieved. Your former mentor was hurt and it seemed like judging by the warrior’s face, he needed a healer fast.

“Okay.” You tucked your spear behind your back and nodded. “There’s nothing more for us here. Head back to the base. I don’t doubt the chief has already started his way back as well?”

The warrior nodded, “Yes, tsmuke. They’ve just taken off.”

“Good.” Really good. “Let’s go.

You and the warrior started your way back to where the rest of your group and ikrans were. Just a few feet away from you there was a small group huddled around someone. And when you got closer, sliding through the small crowd, you saw that it was Ezì as he was being helped onto his feet while one of his hands held his bloodied side.

Quickly, you joined his other side, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Argh!”

Both you and the other warrior caught him as he tried walking forward too quickly, only for him ending up practically falling into your arms. “Easy, my friend.” You soothed.

Ezì shook his head, “I must fine Lai.” Lai was his ikran. “I need to know if she’s okay.”

You glanced toward another warrior in silent question. She shook her head grimly. Lai was gone.

“I couldn’t feel her.” Ezì continued to grunt. You squeezed his bicep gently in hopes of comforting him. “Before I fell off of her…where is she?”

“You need a healer.” You told him firmly. “You are in no condition to be flying—”

“No!” He shoved you and the warrior away from him. It was then you caught sight of his wound.

A small chunk of his side was gone with blood oozing out of it. His quick movements were soon regretful as he slumped forward, nearly falling to the ground if not for you and a few other warriors catching him. The quick orders were flying out of your mouth instantly, “One of you place him on your ikran and fly back with him. We must hurry or else he’ll bleed out.”

As you said this, you took out a thin piece of string from your pouch hanging from your waist and picked up a large green leaf. You placed it on Ezì’s wound as one of the warriors lifted him onto an ikran. You tied the string around the leaf, keeping it in place against the wound.

“Go!”

In an instant, the warrior took off with Ezì securely lying in front of him. You rushed back to Zola and took off along with the rest of the warriors.

The raid had been a bitter success. And for a moment, you wondered how many more fights did you have to endure now that the Sky People were back. How many more people had to get hurt just to protect your home against them? The answer was sinisterly endless and that frightened you.

That there didn’t seem to be some sort of end to all of this.

If anything, the only thing that would end this for good would be death. But on which side, you had no clue. Could be yours. Could be the Sky People’s. Or it could be both because neither side was going to give up the fight anytime soon.

And that’s exactly what you were worried about.

When you made it back to the Hallelujah Mountains, you could already see that Jake’s group had made it back before you with how many ikrans there were sitting at the edge of the base. After the Sky People had returned a year before, Jake had the clan move up to the mountains so that way the Sky People wouldn’t be able to find them easily. They were in hiding. For how long? You did not know. And neither did Jake.

“Mama!”

Once you landed Zola, your daughter, Tsa’te, and Spider came running toward you. A gentle smile grew on your face when Tsa’te wrapped her small arms around your waist, “I wanted to wait for you but Dad told me to go with Grandma.”

Spider snorted, “As you can tell she didn’t listen.”

“Ah, Te-Te,” You tried giving a stern frown, running your hands through her curls. “What did I tell you about listening to your father’s orders?”

Tsa’te gave a feigned thoughtful look, “To obey when he’s looking and to do what I want when he isn’t.”

Okay, you did technically say something similar to that but you didn’t mean it seriously. That just showed you to watch what you say around your little one. Sarcastic or not. “Not quite, but you’re close.”

You looked at Spider who watched you expectantly. You grinned at him, ruffling his dreads and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, “Good job staying with her, Parrot. You know she has a problem listening—a lot worse than Lo’ak actually.”

“Sure thing, Ma.” Spider smiled, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Speaking of,” You muttered, eyes watching warriors further away carry Ezì into one of the maruis. “Where are the boys? How did the raid go for them?”

Tsa’te pressed her lips into a thin line while Spider cringed and scratched the back of his neck.

You frowned, “What happened?”

“Teyam’ got hurt!” Tsa’te said bluntly.

“What?!”

“Nothing too bad!” Spider quickly added, sending the younger girl a look. “He’s fine! Getting checked out by the Tsahik right now.”

You relaxed, but only a little bit, “And where’s Lo’ak and the others?”

Tsa’te jumped at the opportunity to reply, “Lo’ak got chewed out by Dad again. Kiri and Tuk are with Neteyam.”

A sigh left your lips. Not again. “Alright.” You muttered, grabbing Tsa’te’s hand. “Come, come.”

High Camp was always busy and bustling with either Na’vi, avatars, or humans. It’s been like this ever since they moved here, always busy. Always making sure they’re protected. Always making sure their weapons were intact. Always doing something to keep themselves busy. Even from time to time you were among them. Helping Jake direct warriors or just discussing schematics on building more explosives with the engineers and mechanics.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at Mo’at’s marui to find Jake and Neytiri sitting outside of it and the rest of your children inside.

“Ah! Mom, you’re back!” Kiri noticed you first, drawing everyone else’s attention toward you.

“Hi, Mama!” Tuk waved at you with a white grin.

With a nod and a gentle smile toward Tuk, you entered the marui to kneel down next to Neteyam and Mo’at who were working on his back. Spider was right in a way. He was bleeding a bit but it wasn’t too bad. Thank Eywa.

“I’m fine, Mom.” Neteyam reassured you when you didn’t say anything.

“I know. I know.” You patted his head.

Mo’at huffed, “If he’d hold still then this would go a lot faster, isn’t that right grandson?”

“Ow!” Neteyam winced.

Kiri rolled her eyes, “She literally just told you to hold still, skxawng.”

You looked toward Lo’ak who had his head down even when you had entered seconds ago. “Lo’ak.” You didn’t have to say much else as he approached your side. You looked toward Tsa’te, “Stay with your siblings, Bunny.”

“Yes, Mama.” Tsa’te said as she joined Neteyam at his side.

As you walked out of the marui with Lo’ak in tow, you sent both Jake and Neytiri a glance. Jake was already watching you, subtle observing your body for any wounds—eyes lingering a little longer on your stomach—before he spoke, “Any problems?”

“We managed to get all the guns and whatever else was in the train.” You replied. A frown rested on your lips, “Ezì was hurt. He’s with the healers now.”

Neytiri stood, “I’ll go see how he’s doing.”

“Thank you, Tiri.”

She nodded, squeezing your shoulder. She sent her son a lingering glance, cupping his cheek quickly before taking off.

You glanced toward Jake, “We’ll be back.”

Jake nodded looking at the both of you quietly as he worked on his gun.

With that, you and Lo’ak walked away from the marui. The boy still had yet to say anything, eyes still cast down.

“I’m not going to lecture you.” You say after a while. “If that’s what you’re expecting. You should know by now I’m not good with lectures.”

Lo’ak looked up at you slowly, “I know I messed up—”

You shook your head, “Why don’t you just tell me what happened?”

And so he did. He explained how he convinced Neteyam to go down to the battle to collect some of the guns even though they were supposed to be spotters. There was a blast that threw both him and Neteyam back, which caused Neteyam’s bleeding. Lo’ak went silent, cringing at your silence, still waiting for another lecture.

Instead you frown, “As of now, my son, we are at war. We’ve been here before. Long before you were born. Your father, mother, and I both lost a lot back then. And we don’t want to make the same mistakes now.” You rested your hand on his head. He looked up at you then, “Which means, I need you to listen every once and awhile, okay? I know your father can be hard but believe it or not, that’s his way of protecting you and your brother and your sisters. He doesn’t want to lose you all. So yes, he’ll be a bit hard on you because of that—albeit a bit unnecessary sometimes—but then you have to hold up on your end. Stay safe and don’t get you or your brother into any more trouble. Okay?”

Lo’ak nodded but frowned, “But…he sees me differently. So does Mom. And you…”

“In what way, sweet boy?”

You could tell he wanted to say something but it was gone in a matter of seconds as he shook his head, “Nothing. Nevermind. I’ll try to do better.”

For a moment you watched. He had a hard time expressing himself. Just like Jake. At least with words. You found yourself paying attention to Jake’s actions because of this, his reactions to things as small and controlled as they were. And now you did the same with Lo’ak. It took time for these two to open up. But when they do, it would be when they’re good and ready. Jake doesn’t have trouble opening up to you now these days of course, but back then he did a bit.

That was Lo’ak now.

You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, “Alright, go back to your siblings.”

With one last nod, Lo’ak started back toward the way the two of you had come from. You didn’t follow. Instead, you went back to the marui that you and the rest of the Sullys shared. There you shrugged off your spear pouch and placed it to the side. There was a water bowl on the floor that you grabbed and began splashing some of that water on your arms where there was dried blood and dirt on it.

Once you seated yourself on the floor, Neytiri entered.

“He is resting. Ezì.” She informed you as she placed her bow down next to your spear. “Mother was able to stop most of the bleeding. But it will take a lot of time to heal. He won’t be able to fight for a while.”

A breath left your nose as you leaned back on your arms, “That’s good. Good, good, good.”

Neytiri knelt down beside you, staring at you gently, “You are exhausted. You should be getting more sleep.” She pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach. “His Mama shouldn't be so stressed.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?” You frowned curiously.

“I just know.” Neytiri said with a shrug and a smirk.

It was nice being playful with each other, even in a time of war. You needed these moments. Neytiri needed this. Or else you were sure you would go insane without it.

Jake entered seconds later. By that time, Neytiri was already preparing to cook dinner while you were getting the fish ready.

“Here.” Jake took the fish you were working on and tied it over the fire that was beginning.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I feel like we’ve been over this before. I’m not helpless, Jake. You’re acting like I’m months along instead of two weeks.”

“I’m your husband, I’m supposed to be taking care of my mates.” He pressed a kiss against your temple. “Besides, it seems you’ve had a bit of a day.”

“Where are the children?” Neytiri asked.

“Probably still at Mo’at’s place, trying to touch everything she told them not to touch.” You smiled slightly.

Neytiri rolled her eyes, “I’ll get them. I do not want to hear more complaints from my mother for the next few days again.”

When Neytiri left, Jake stopped messing with the fire and took the spot next to you with a sigh. You noticed he had taken off all his army gear at some point, although you don’t know when. Perhaps you were just too distracted with everything right now.

“You’re angry.” Jake stated.

“I’m not angry.”

“Fine. Annoyed.”

“…Close enough.”

Jake sighed, “He just doesn’t listen, Doc. And if I don’t say anything, it could get that knucklehead into more trouble—”

“Must I always do damage control whenever you do talk to him though?” You frowned at him. “There are better ways, Jake.”

“Must you always baby him every time I discipline him?”

“I don’t baby him.” You snapped. He was a baby.

That got Jake to back off instantly, his ears lowering a bit. “Okay, fine. Fine. I’m sorry.” For a moment the two of you were quiet. Perhaps it was just the pregnancy hormones or the war but your eyes became easily misty. “Hey.” He whispered gently to you, his hand finding the side of your face, caressing it with his thumb. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”

“They shouldn’t be here, Jake. Our children….they don’t deserve this.” You wiped your eyes instantly and shook your head. “This is exactly what I was afraid of.”

“I know.” Jake pulled you into his side.

You buried your face into his chest, allowing silent tears to continue to fall down your cheeks.

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lemonsrosesandlavender · 4 months ago

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Get to know me better!

Tagged by (deep breath): @kimberbohwrites @ladyofcrowsandcoffee AND @commander-krios , thank you! Consider this an open tag, because I truly think I’ve seen ALL of my moots get tagged in this one!

Three Ships: Rolan x any one of my OCs lol. I am ALWAYS thinking about them. I won’t list it three times, but I could. From BG3? I love the Moon Lesbians, and of course Omelurg. GOOD SHIPS.

First Ship: Maybe Jane Eyre and Rochester since I read that aged ~11 and fell in love. I was definitely in agony over the thought that she might marry St John. Honestly, I am often a sucker for canon ship pairings; I loved Elizabeth and Darcy in my early teens too. One of the notable exceptions to this was that I hated Ron x Hermione. And Harry x Ginny. *that author* couldn’t write romance for toffee. I liked Hermione and Krum though.

Last Song: Pulled Up, by Talking Heads, since I was listening to ’77 in the shower.

Last Movie: Regrettably, Gramps Goes to College. We watch bad movies a lot in our flat, and sometimes we watch ones that *could* have been good, that had a vision or a heart or something to love and enjoy as you heckle. And then… sometimes we injure our souls with horrible right wing American Christian films, like “Fireproof” and “I’m in love with a Christian Girl”. This was the latest horror in that category, and my god it was BAD. Lots to heckle though. You gotta love people constructing themselves the strangest self-insert fantasies. (Oh, you’d be so smart that the hot atheist lady professor wants to fuck you, Gramps? But of course you’d turn her down and convert her? S u r e)

Before that, the last good movie was probably I Saw the TV Glow and it goes SO fucking hard. Watch it.

Last TV Show Hasn’t changed since last time I did this prompt - my flatmate went on a long holiday and so we STILL need to finish Strong Girl Nam Soon!

Currently Reading - It was evening, and no longer summer, a modern BG3 AU by elo_elo. I love their woozy, dreamy style, and the friendship between Tav, Lae’zel and Shadowheart in this, as well as the modern interpretations of their world. I’m also still not bloody done with The Left Hand of Darkness, which got really good but I just haven’t been reading much at all! (And I need to give it back lmao). OH and Dracula Daily! I love Dracula so I’m really enjoying it - thank you to Tumblr for introducing me.

Currently Craving - sleep? My sleep schedule has been fucked more or less since I got back into fanfic. There’s always another paragraph I want to write! So many ideas to post! Argh! (But also yknow sometimes staying up late to finish something is super satisfying so swings and roundabouts. I do need to get back on top of it though…)

Currently Eating: well, I finished a ready meal coconut curry dinner and have strawberries in the fridge. Looking forward to those.

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eventinelysplayground · 4 months ago

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The Dangers Of Reading.

I got the inspiration for this fic and ran with it to the point I had it almost done in one sitting. I am splitting it into two as it turned out pretty long so I picked a fun point to divide it into the two parts. This is the first part and is SFW ans I plan to post the NSFW part sometime tomorrow. Do I now also know too much about pornographic novels in Victorian times...maybe. Kate has a night alone in the castle and decided to spend some time reading. Fluff, funny WC approx 1460.

It was a quiet evening at Crown castle and Kate was taking full advantage of it. At dinner the previous night he had learned from Victor that all the members of Crown would be out all night tonight for one reason or another giving her an extremely rare night of peace and solitude. As everyone else was going to be out she had suggested to Victor that it might be a good chance to give the servants an unexpected evening off and he had readily agreed. Alfons and Lord Elbert had been the last to leave, departing in the very late afternoon for a social event at another nobleman's country estate.

She had waved them off cheerfully while clutching the package Alfons had given her before they left, apparently it was for if she found herself ‘too lonely’ without them all around. As soon as the door shut behind them she dashed off to her room tossing the package carefully onto her bed before stripping to enjoy a luxurious hot bath one of the maids had readied for her as their last duty before their night off.

She soaked in the water until it began to grow cold and her skin started to prune but it was just so relaxing she didn't want to leave it. Once Kate finally pulled her relaxed body out of the bath she dressed herself in a nightgown and sat at the vanity while she dried and combed her hair. Normally she wouldn't dare leave her room in just her night clothes but with all the other residents gone she decided to throw caution to the wind and just stay comfy for the night. Just as she was heading out her door she caught sight of the package on her bed.

“I wonder just what it is?”

Curiosity winning out Kate sat on the end of her bed and unwrapped the package.

“Oh some books!”

Kate turned the two books over in her hands examining them.

“Hmm, I don't see a title or author on them. I wonder what they're about?"

She gave a faint shrug of her shoulders before standing and leaving her room taking the mystery books with her. She bounded down the stairs like an excited child and went to the kitchen to prepare herself dinner. It was nothing fancy or complicated but it smelled delish and she enjoyed it to the fullest.

After taking an extra long time to enjoy her dinner and an extremely rich slice of chocolate cake for dessert the sun had set and Kate was left wondering exactly what to do next. That's when she remembered the books and decided to head to the sitting room. She lit the fireplace and sprawled out across the sofa and opened the top book skimming the first few pages.

“Oh, it looks like it's a romance novel.”

Kate kicked her feet in excitement and eagerly dug into the book. As she read a smile spread across her face, and then it slowly began to fall. All of a sudden her eyes widened like dinner plates and she closed the book tossing it to the other end of the sofa where it bounced off landing on the floor.

“That is not a romance novel, uggh Alfons! I know you can't hear me but argh!”

Kate rose from the sofa and started pacing in front of it.

“How could he give me something like that!”

Kate realized what she said and almost immediately let out a drawn out sigh.

“What am I saying, of course Alfons would give me something like that. Guess I'll just find a different book to read, I'm definitely not reading those.”

Kate walked over to a bookcase studying it for a moment before picking a book off one of its shelves then settled back onto the sofa with her new book and began to read. It wasn't long however before her eyes began to wander from the page to the book laying on the floor. She quickly shook her head and turned back to her book. Another few minutes and again she was glancing at her discarded book.

“No Kate, proper ladies don't read books like that.”

She shook her head and went back to reading, lasting a whole three minutes before she snapped the book shut placing it gently in her lap. She glanced over again at the book on the floor.

“Well it's not like anyone else is here…”

Kate placed the book in her lap onto a side table and got up to retrieve the one that she had tossed away.

“And it would be rude not to at least read a bit more of it since Alfons went through the trouble of getting them for me.”

Kate sat back down on the sofa bringing her knees up close to her chest and setting the book upon them. The night passed quickly as Kate became immersed in her book, the occasional gasp or exclamations of oh my escaping her lips. Before she knew it she had reached the end of the book and she frantically turned the page back and forth a few times while blinking.

“No! It can't end there. I mean after all that tension and teasing and… Alfons I could curse you if you weren't already!”

Kate slammed the book shut and dropped her head onto her knees. She cried out in frustration for a moment before her head snapped up.

“Oh please tell me this is the continuation.”

She reached behind her grabbing the first book her fingers landed on.

“Not this one.”

It was the proper book she had grabbed earlier and she placed it beside her on the sofa before reaching back again. Finally she felt it and brought it forward, opening it as soon as it was in front of her.

“Hehe yes!”

Kate settled back into reading and it wasn't long until she was squirming in place. The vivid scenes played out across the page in incredible, yet surprisingly tasteful, detail given the subject matter. A soft moan escaped her lips and Kate's eyes widened. She closed the book followed by her eyes.

“God, I wonder what it would feel like to have Roger do that to me.”

Her voice was barely a whisper but even then it shocked her to say it out loud and she clasped a hand over her mouth in shock. Her month as fairytale keeper had ended just recently but she had decided to stay. She made that choice because she had fallen head over heels for Roger, even if she hadn't admitted it out loud until now and even if he didn't love her back.

She let out a Shaky breath and opened her eyes and returned to her book. She wasn't sure how much time had passed before a sudden voice startled her.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Roger!”

Kate slammed her book shut and practically jumped off the sofa, the book falling to the floor in the process.

“What, what are you doing back? Nobody was supposed to be back until the morning!”

Remembering what she was wearing Kate frantically clutched at the neckline of her loose nightgown pulling it close together.

“The lectures were a dud and the drinking company wasn't any better so I decided to cut the trip short and came back early, why? You weren't up to anything bad now were you?”

Roger flashed her a smile and she audibly gulped before shaking her head.

“No, no of course not! You just startled me, that's all. Anyways, since your back now I'll just take my books and go up to my room. Goodnight Rodger.”

Kate hurriedly picked up the books off the sofa and ran off to her room. Roger waited for a few minutes before he slowly walked over to the sofa and picked up the book laying on the floor in front of it.

“Now then little lady, let's see just what had your heart beating so fast and what exactly it was you wanted to feel me do to you.”

Back safely in her room Kate collapsed against the door and slid down to the floor.

“That was too close, I am never reading these books again! They're nothing but….oh no, no no no!”

Kate was frantically flipping over one of the books as if that could change her now mortifying reality, she had left one of the books downstairs! She had grabbed two thinking they were it but she had forgotten all about the perfectly normal book she had grabbed earlier.

“I can't just leave it down there, what if somebody finds it, what if Roger finds it!?”

Kate softly banged her head against the door, she didn't have a choice. She had to go back downstairs and get that book back.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villains roger #ikevil roger #ikevil alfons #roger barel

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third-arch · 7 months ago

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Lemon Rambles-Kanna, Law, and Kimonos

Going from

I’m gonna make a post about Kanna wearing Law’s Wano kimono and him being tsundere about it

What is the correct way to draw a kimono? Let’s look it up

I love the tomesode argh the montsuki is cool too.

Kanna wearing a tomesode on their first date and the piece having a cute and silly cultural lesson about the garnment/japanese culture

I also really like the idea of Law having a white haori at some point. I want to learn more about it soon, but I remember actually being inspired about adding a white robe from a Mitsuri cosplay. Seeing photos of Kanao (a huge inspiration for Kanna) helped too.

Most often when I draw Kanna, she’s wearing this. Her outfit was largely inspired by Mitsuri’s in the end!! With some minor differences.

I think she’d probably change her shoes based on the terrain, or have more doctor-y shoes? Like more closed toed and such like law’s.

Anyways end of ramble. Here’s Law and Kanna doodles of them getting plushies of eachother

(The law flipping off one isn’t related lol)

#one piece #op #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece art #law one piece #trafalgar law x oc #oc one piece #op oc #one piece oc #ocs #one piece imagine #op imagines #my writing

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cerridwen007 · 1 year ago

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Give me some sugar, sugar.

Pairing: Agent 'Jack Daniels' Whiskey x f!reader.

Word count: 1.5k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: After coming home from a long day at work, all Whiskey wants is to taste your sweetness and make you feel good. Even going as far as getting on his knees and begging you to let him do so.

Warnings/notes: SMUT, FLUFF, swearing, rough oral (f receieving), Dom and sub dynamics Dom reader, sub reader, soft Whiskey, sub Whiskey, Dom Whiskey, overstimulation, man handling, face riding, begging.

A/N: Finally posting a Whiskey fic. I've got a couple more fic ideas for Whiskey in the works that I'm definitely looking forward to finishing and posting. And I also went back to working on Corruption of Innocence part 2 after a about a month of procrastinating so I'm planning to post that asap, defs by the end of this month. So let me know if you guys enjoyed this, likes, comments, and reposts are always appreciated.

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The door to your shared home being swung open and closed didn't give you a fright as you had expected the arrival of your very handsome man coming home at this hour. A familiar, deep southern drawl could be heard throughout the house, calling out your name.

"Baby, I'm home, where are you? Need to give you some sugar, sugar."

You giggle and smile to yourself, hearing your sexy partner thirst over you as soon as he gets home. Your thoughts are interrupted as he runs into the room, slightly red and panting, his hair slightly disheveled after being under his stetson all day. His pupils are blown wide with love as he looks at you lying on the couch.

"Come ere, baby doll. I need taste your sweetness." He lunged forward and tackles you with a cuddle, leaning most of his weight on you, before peppering your face and neck with kisses.

"Argh...I missed you too, baby." You chuckle.

You giggle as he licks your neck and nuzzles his nose under your jaw.

"How was your day, baby?" You ask.

"Great, now that I'm here with you." He replies.

You groan softly and roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but you can't deny that you actually love it. You loved that he wasn't afraid to constantly shower you with affection, with compliments and hugs and kisses.

He begins to kiss further down your front, caressing the top of your chest with light bites and licks. A sudden idea pops into your head.

Whiskey was the type of man who was very dominant yet giving in the bedroom and as a partner. He liked expressing his love in all of the love languages, giving you flowers randomly, always complimenting your new outfits, showering you with kisses all the time, dropping everything to join you when you asked him to do your hobbies with you. Doing jobs around the house and bringing you breakfast in bed without you ever having to ask for it.

He really was perfect. So you did feel a little guilty denying him something that you both wanted, but you ultimately wanted to play around with your dynamic even just for a couple minutes. You wanted to see how far you could push him.

You slowly push his shoulders away, and he looks up at you, his baby brown cow eyes full of concern.

"Oh, baby, did I go too far? Did I hurt you?" He asks, voice full of fear.

"No baby, you didn't....I just don't think your desperate enough for this pussy." You tease, biting your tongue to keep from smirking.

"Are you kidding?! I fucken want to taste this sweet pussy day and night, 24/7." He responds, offended by your remark.

"Mmmh, I don't know... maybe you just might have to beg me to have a taste."

"Ha, I would beg you if you asked baby."

"Then get on your knees, pretty boy." You say darkly.

He groans and swallows hard, feeling strangley turned on by the commanding tone that you've taken with him. He listens and quickly gets on his knees in front of you.

"Good boy." You say patting his head before abruptly grabbing his hair tightly and pulling him forward. You hover your face close to his, your breath fanning over his trembling lips. "Now beg for a taste."

He looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Sweetheart, please let me taste you."

You chuckle harshly. "Oh, you can do better than that, baby."

"Baby, please, you know you would feel so good riding this stache, I fucken love smelling your sweet scent right under my nose all day and then getting to come home and taste it straight from the source."

He tries to pull you thighs closer to him, but you plant your foot on his chest.

"Mmmh, still not convinced, cowboy.

Your heart rate is beating fast, betraying this calm, collected facade you currently have. He is getting restless, his cock uncomfortable confined by his tight jeans. He is almost whimpering at the sight of you.

"Please baby, please, I fucken need to taste you, to make you feel good. It not a want anymore, it's a need. Please....fuck."

You desperately want to give in and just let his talented mouth please you, but you want to keep it up a little longer.

"Is it that good baby that you need to taste me right now?"

"Fuck yes baby, it's the most divine substance in this world, sweeter than honey, you're so fucken divine."

You hum, pretty happy with his begging and tilt his chin up so you can kiss him firmly on the lips, and then you turn your head and lean in further to whisper in his ear.

"Okay, baby, you've earned it."

You lean back and spread you legs a bit inviting him in.

"All for you, baby."

His eyes widen and grow from something pleading to something feral within a second. He practically growls as he grabs your thighs tightly and pulls you middle towards his face. He rips your pants and panties off your legs swiftly. And immediately licks a firm wet stripe up your heat.

"Oh fuck." You cry out, bucking your hips into his face.

He wasn't being gentle this time, eating you out like he usually did. No, he was being rough and eating like a dog eating it's first meal in weeks. And you fucken loved it. His nose was pressing firmly into your clit as he fucked his tongue into your wet hole.

He was gripping your thighs so tightly it was nearly uncomfortable, surely leaving purple finger-shaped bruises on your skin for weeks.

He groans and grunts into your cunt as he buries his face into it. The sensation sending vibrations throughtout your core and body. His hips grind into the couch for some relieve.

"Shit, baby, just like that." You moan out.

He pushes two fingers into your pulsating hole without warning. The sudden stretch feels borderline painful, especially as he waits no time to thrust them in and out. He sucks on your clit firmly to help you relax and to balance the pain with some pleasure.

You are awfully close to orgasming, and Jack can tell, your walls clenching tightly around his thick fingers.

"Come for me baby, come for me, pretty girl." He almost commands you.

You cry out his name repeatedly as you reach your high.

"Atta girl." He praises as he licks up every drop that drips out of you. Your legs are shaking and begin to close firmly around his head from the overstimmulation, but Jack's not finished yet.

You try pleading to Jack as he continues licking your cunt, pushing his head away, but he only growls in response.

"I'm not finished with you yet sweetheart, gotta teach you a lesson for teasing me too damn long."

His lips quickly attach back to your warmth and he suddenly stands up, your legs drapped over his shoulders, his big hands holding your back and he lies back on the couch so you can ride his face.

"Baby I know you can give me one more, come on and ride this stache, leave it soaking with your sweetness, doll."

You shakily start to grind on his face. His mustache deliciously tickling your clit making you arch your back and throw your head back.

His hands start to move your thighs to help you ride his face while also pulling them apart as far as they can go. The dull pain adds to the intensity of the pleasure, and you cry out.

"Fuck Jack! So good.....so fucken good."

"That's it baby girl, fucken ride my face, ride this cowboy's face."

Your second orgasm is fast approaching as Jack relentlessly fucks your pussy with his tongue, his nose and stache grinding into your sensitive clit.

"Jack, fuck I'm...I'm going to cum."

"I know, baby. Cum for me."

He plunges two of his thick finger into your tight cunt to send you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck, impossible to ignore, and it leaves you completely wrecked. You end up squirting all over Jack's face, making him chuckle and groan deeply.

He licks you till you are super sensitive and whimpering, pushing his head away. This time, he let's go of his hold on you and plant one final kiss to your center before pulling your thighs away from his face.

He has a massive cocky grin on his reddened face. The whole lower half of it is glistening with your juices that drip down onto his chin and neck. He's panting slightly, your knees give way, and you grip onto the side of the couch for support. He moves your body down his so that you face rests under his chin as he holds you tightly, planting kisses on your forehead and into your hair as he strokes up and down you your back tenderly.

"Did so good for me, sweetheart. I gotta let you take control more often, had me weak in the knees."

You giggle weakily. "You think so, baby? Cause I really enjoyed seeing you on your knees begging for me."

He laughs and squeezes you tightly. "Anytime, my love."

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#agent whiskey #agent whiskey smut #kingsman the golden circle #smut #pedro pascal characters #jack daniels #agent whiskey fanfiction #agent whiskey fic

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