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persefolli · 2 years ago

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𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢

𝐩𝐭. 𝟑 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

“Let me speak with Jake.” You said as soon as the guards came for your daily ration of food. The clan members had separated and locked you up away from Tonowari.

“No can do.”

“Do you want to make an enemy out of me?”

“You were made an enemy as soon as you stepped foot on forest grounds.” He threw some utensils at your feet and walked off.

You hissed and turned around.

“Mawey Y/n.” You heard Tonowari say in the distance. He was locked up as well, separated from you.

“I'm not going to-!” You began to shout but took in a deep breath. “This is not right!”

“I am just as confused and angry as you are.”

You huffed and took a seat on the cold cavern ground. Tonowari being grounded in this situation made you see that you were indeed acting irrationally. When your trial occurs you would stand before Jake, and explain to him that it was all a misunderstanding. Honestly, if he didn’t leave you wouldn’t be in this situation.

While you and Tonowari were rotting away in a cell, Jake was strolling around the village, helping some na’vi that needed to be aided. Neytiri had instructed all guards and council members to not notify Jake about the arrest, but Jake already had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

Why?

The villagers were acting quite strange. As soon as he helped one member of the clan, another issue would arise. This wasn’t him complaining, since he was the Olo’eyktan, but why today of all days.

“Olo’ekytan!” A young soldier walked up to him. “They have been fed for the day.”

“Who’s been fed for the day.”

The young warrior's face dropped. “Uh..the direhorses.”

Jake stared at the warriors as he chuckled nervously and scurried away. Jake stood still for a few moments, determining if that interaction should confirm his suspicions that everyone was acting strange.

He knew he couldn’t ask Neytiri, he didn’t trust her. That meant he would have to figure this out on his own.

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On another part of the mountains, Neytriri stood pacing in an area as a clan leader watched. She had both you and Tonowari in her custody, yet she was anxious. She didn’t think this out thoroughly enough.

Ignoring the invitation to the clan meeting just wasn’t enough to keep you two, and it certainly wouldn’t be smart to kill you.

She didn’t want to hurt you guys, she just wanted Jake to forget. He stayed on Pandora because of her, so how come you and Tonowari got the happy ending with him?

“I can’t let them go, that would just start an even bigger war.”

“We were supposed to put them on trial, Neytiri.”

“Jake is supposed to be present for stuff like that!” She seethes. “He can’t even know they’re here.”

The clan leader sighed, clearly beginning to get irritated with Neytiri's back and forth with the whole situation. She was so determined to bring the two of you down, now that it happened, she was having second thoughts.

“I have an idea….but this may not go the way you think.” The clan leader spoke up,

Neytiri looked at him, before nodding.

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You were woken up at night. Waking to see navi warriors holding torches and inching closer, one of them holding wrist ties.

You allowed them to tie your wrists tightly, and yank you into the open cavern. You saw Tonowari already standing there, looking ashamed once making eye contact with you. It wasn’t often you saw him vulnerable like this, and you knew he felt defeated for not being able to protect you. You mouthed the words ‘I love you’ before being shoved forward and guided by some na’vi warriors.

They escorted you two down the mountains, touching down in the forest before stopping at an opening.

Neytiri emerged, wearing her war paint. She had her bow slung across her body and the basket of arrows on her shoulder.

“Neytiri-” You began, but she hissed, intending to shut you up, but you did the opposite.

“I beg of you. I don’t know what I have done to offend you, but I ask of you to release Tonowari. The Metkayina need him.”

“No-” Tonowari stepped forward, causing the na’vi to hoot and stop him by crossing two spears to block his path.

“Tonowari I need you to stop being noble for once and let me handle this!” You snapped. You didn’t mean to be so harsh about it, but this was a stressful situation for the both of you, and for once you wanted Tonowari to be selfish and put himself first.

“Please. Tsahik to Tsahik. Let him go.” You watched as Neytiri’s face contorted. Uh Oh. You had forgotten that her mother was still alive, so she was not yet Tsahik. It was an insult.

“We’re taking both of you. No loose ends.” Is all she said.

Your heart dropped. They weren’t gonna let either one of you go, and it would only be a matter of time before the situation escalates and a possible war outbreak.

They nudged you forward, prompting you to walk a few feet behind your husband. They had the two of you walking for what seemed like hours, and the terrain became less and less recognizable the further you got.

The trees became less voluptuous and the ground looked dryer. The grass began to disappear and loud booms echoed from in front of you. After a few more steps, everyone halted. You leaned to the side, looking past Tonowari and gasping at the sight.

Sky People.

Large and heavy machinery rolled around as it seemed like they were building something. Everything was metal, and dirty.

Neytiri took a large breath, and looked towards the clan leader she had discussed earlier.

“There’s no turning back.” He said.

Neytiri nodded and marched forward, you, Tonowari, and the rest of the warriors in tow.

It seemed that the Sky People were fascinated at the entrance, stopping what they were doing to watch the parade of na’vi. You all headed to the large building that rested in front of you. It made you anxious, shivers running through your veins. You wanted Tonowari, you needed him, to be in his arms, but unfortunately he was as stuck as you.

At the entrance, a woman in military gear and a mask stood next to a tall na’vi man in military gear.

You watched your husband tense in front of you.

“Well if it isn’t the man who speared half my crew.” The na’vi said with a toothy grin.

“I’ll do it ten times over if I have to.” Tonowari said darkly.

“Save it ... .I see you brought your wife.” He said smiling, a country accent seeping through. He walked past Tonowari and leaned down to face you.

“Nice to meet ya, i’m an old friend of your buddy here.” He nodded towards Neytiri.

“She is no buddy of mine.”

“Oh!” He said surprised. “Well I'm sure me and you will get quite acquainted, we have some history between me and your dear husband.”

“And who do you think you are?!”

“Miles. Miles Quaritch.”

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Jake sat in his home alone, holding a pen and some paper. He was writing again, to you, and Tonowari. It would upset Neytiri, but he missed the both of you dearly.

He’s felt a weight on his shoulders the past few days. Neytiri was vague with him, and the visiting clan leaders seemed tight-lipped.

It was only safe to assume she was having an affair,

Jake wiggled his hand, looking down at the pathetic excuse of an apology that was written in front of him. He was determined to finish this letter tonight, and he was going to send it to you. He didn’t need a response from you, but if he knew you got it, he would be content for the time being.

As he sat, he became uncomfortable with the silence. There were far too many things that were nagging at him. He decided to get up and nip that eerie feeling in his stomach, exiting his home.

First he had to find that young warrior, the one who looked especially nervous to talk to him a few days ago.

It didn’t take long to find the young warrior, seeing him standing on the outskirts of the village, attentive, seemingly on the lookout. His eyes widened seeing Jake approach, gulping and avoiding eye contact.

“Show me those direhorses you fed.”

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐏𝐭. 𝟒 (𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭) 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

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queenshelby · 2 years ago

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 14: A CALL FROM NINA

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff

Note: This is just a cute little fluffy telephone call transcript between Cillian and his daughter Nina in this fic...

Cillian: "Hi Sweetheart, how are you?"

Nina: "Pretty good. I am actually just calling to let you know that Max and I will see you on Sunday evening for Grandma's birthday. Mum said we can come but you need to pick us up. We can stay with you until Tuesday mum said"

Cillian: "Really? That's awesome. I can't wait to see you"

Nina: "Me too. You know, we have this new dance teacher. Her name is Y/N. I am not sure if mum has told you or not"

Cillian: "No she hasn't, but do you like her?"

Nina: "Yes, she is super cool. She is really funny and she’s such a good dancer. She even has a couple of tattoos. I just don't think mum likes her"

Cillian: “Really? Why didn’t she like her?”

Nina: “I don’t know. Mum said that she is too young and doesn’t know what she is doing”

Cillian [chuckles]: “Right! You had fun though?”

Nina: "Yes, so much fun [pauses]...Did I tell you about her tattoos?”

Cillian: “You did”

Nina: “Can I get one?”

Cillian: “A tattoo?”

Nina: “Yes”

Cillian [sternly]: “No”

Nina [begging]: “How about a piercing?”

Cillian [sternly]: “No! I already got in trouble with your mother when I let you have your ears pierced”

Nina [firmly]: “I am almost 13 dad!”

Cillian [chuckles]: "I know but I won't let you have any tattoos or piercings until you are 18 and I am sure neither will your mother”

Nina: “You are so uncool”

Cillian [laughs]: "I know. Your brother reminds me of that all the time"

Nina: "I have to go now. Dinner is ready. Love you"

Cillian: "I love you too sweetheart"

To be continued…

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runningmunson · 3 years ago

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Dragons, Knights, And Princesses

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 604 Summary: You walk into your room to find Aemond playing with your son. Warnings: fluff, Dad!Aemond A/N: I've been super busy and havent written anything in over a week so I just wanted to get something out!

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You could hear the sound of yelling and giggles as you rounded the corner. It echoed in the halls outside your chamber and got louder the closer you got. You reached the door and opened it to find Aemond perched on the bed and your son, Rhaelor, standing next to it with a toy sword held in his hand.

“Is that a beautiful princess I see? She’s all alone and mine for the taking!” Aemond jumped off the bed and rushed over to you. He picked you up in your arms, causing a gasp to slip from your lips. He whispered in your ear, “Play along? It’s a game of knights and dragons, but it looks like we have just gained a princess.”

“Help! It looks like the mean dragon is going to lock me away in a castle. Will you save me, my knight?” you yelled in an exaggerated panic as Aemond gently tossed you on the bed and returned to his previous position. Your son looked at you and then at Aemond before standing in a defensive position, the sword now pointed in his direction.

“It would be my honor, princess,” Rhaelor said in his small voice.

“You think you can defeat me, small knight?” Aemond questioned, making his voice deeper.

“I may be small, but even the smallest knight can be mighty!” your son ran toward Aemond and swung the sword striking him in the leg.

“I won’t go down without a fight!” Aemond let out a growl and leaped off the bed, moving toward your son. He grabbed him and held him down. His fingers found your son’s side and began to dig into his skin, causing him to giggle.

“No, papa! Dragons can’t tickle knights!” Rhaelor yelled out, trying to catch his breath.

Aemond smirked and continued, “Maybe other dragons cannot, but I am not like the other dragons. My skills outmatch even those of Vhagar.”

Your son struggled under his father’s tight grip trying to break free. His small hand reached toward the wooden sword and grabbed ahold of it. With one swift movement, he sliced the sword against Aemond’s side. He let go and placed his hand over his side.

“Oh no, you have struck me. But I am not yet dead!” He once more tried to lunge toward your son, but he thrust the sword forward, giving a final blow. Aemond clutched his chest and dropped to the floor, where he stayed still.

“The dragon has been slain! I have saved you, princess!” Rhaelor yelled and rushed over to help you off the bed.

“My knight in shining armor. How brave you have been,” you placed a kiss on his cheek. “But whatever shall we do with this dragon on our floor?”

“Maybe Cannibal will come to eat him?” Rhaelor suggested.

“I don’t know about Cannibal. However, I do believe Vhagar will be quite upset that this dragon claimed to have better skills than her,” You walked over to Aemond and gave him a nudge with your foot. He laid still for a few more moments, which allowed your son to let his guard down. Your husband took this chance to jump back up.

“Wait! It looks like the dragon lives again for revenge,” Aemond yelled and lunged toward Rhaelor. He picked him up in his arms and swung him around the room. Laughter could be heard outside the room once more. It was the sound of a truly happy family; one that was much different than what Aemond grew up in. He had finally formed the family he always dreamed of having.

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writingsofwesteros · 2 years ago

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Hiii I was thinking if you could do some thing fluff for daemon Targaryen. He have a daughter with Rhea Royce but he loves her and when he married Rhaenyra years later he says to his daughter that she is his first love ( father love ❤️)

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

The move to Dragonstone was rushed and slightly uncomfortable in the first nights you spent there. You were close to your sisters but they only seemed to grow further away with their betrothals. It seemed you were becoming more and more left behind as you spent most of the time with your dragon.

“I will ride with you soon.” You whispered into her ear as you rested your head on her own. Your hand stroking her slightly. She huffed against your; your dark locks moving as she did. It caused your giggling to escape with ease. “I thought I would find you here.” The familiar voice of your father washed over you.

“Father..” You whispered out; your hands moving to clasp behind your back as you stepped from your dragon. Your smile brightened at the mere sight of him as your heart began to warm at his presence. You had missed him so much even though it had hardly been long since you last saw him.

Your arms opened for him to step in as you only cuddled closer; burrowing into his neck happily. He chuckled at your actions whilst melting for you too. “I have not been far, sweet love.” Daemon hummed. You ducked your head as you burrowed into his chest for a moment; your arms locked around him.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as his fingers moved through your locks for a peaceful moment. He gently cupped your face; his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he checked you over. “Have you been riding too much?” Daemon hummed; his fingers moving through your locks for a moment.

“Of course not..” You whispered out; lying through your teeth and your precious girl huffed in answer. “Traitor.” You whispered again as her large head nudged into your shoulder before moving back to her nest. Daemon only chuckled as his eyes never strayed from you; his fingers moving into your locks once more.

A peaceful moment of silence moved over you both as you snuggled back into his chest. His hold on you only tightening as he rested his head on top of your own. “You got married quickly.” You finally whispered, chewing nervously on your bottom lip as his hand continued to stroke your back.

“I did….does this upset you?” Daemon gently asked. He softly cupped your face, stroking your cheek as you locked eyes. “No, of course not.” You whispered out. You wanted your father to be happy. That was more important to you. His smile only turned soft as he leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“I am sorry I’ve been so busy.” Daemon whispered and gently took your hands on his own; playing with your fingers. “We should go riding together, would you like that?” He continued softly. “You do know nothing will change between us. You are my first love.” Daemon continued to whisper.

His words had your body humming in happiness as you once more burrowed into his chest. He pressed another soft kiss to the top of your head whilst swaying you both. You could hear Caraxes whining in the background. “I believe I should go and see the other grump man of mine.” You giggled out. His lips turned to a bright smile.

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vinciwolf · 2 years ago

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Loyalty - Epilogue

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, EVENTUAL NSFT, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: epilogue, SMUT, fluff, gore, blood.

Notes: Sorry that this took forever. My car’s transmission stopped working and have had to put a lot of things on hold due to this. Shoutout to everyone for sticking with it despite some delays! Na’vi spoken is in [italics and brackets]; inner thoughts are in italics.

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Sand treaded softly through your toes, heating the soles of your feet as the sun baked the seaside.

Miles’ sweaty hand held yours firmly as you walked beside him. You would disappear to lick your wounds and retreat from any lingering scouts the RDA would send looking for you or any remaining Recoms still alive. Your body ached hobbling along, but your heart ached worse with each step you took away from your family. You wanted to turn back, but when Miles had kissed you and held you in his arms in front of Jake after saving you, you knew you couldn’t stay. You were a traitor – clear as day mated with the enemy by the way he touched you. Now all you could do was get away from the sunken SeaDragon, long dragged under by the water, to hopefully figure something out.

Spider was safe, again causing your heart to lurch as you had to leave him behind for his sake. You and Miles didn’t want to drag him into more hellfire than what he had already been through.

Despite the throbbing in your limbs, head, and heart, you marched on, hand not letting go of the Recom at your side.

Your eye was still swollen from the aftermath of your scuffle with Ardmore, making it hard to see. Being stopped, the Colonel pulled his blade into his hand before cupping your face, getting your permission with a subtle look that you blinked slowly in consent. The sharp tip peeled your skin open slowly allowing the swollen blood to ease from your brow. Having vision in both your eyes felt good, only leaving behind a tiny gash.

Then you heard the flap of wings overhead. Part of you thought it was Cupcake until you noticed the rider as the Ikran landed. Lyle hopped from his mount. You saw how his forehead lined with remorse, hours old blood covering his skin, making him look drained and confused. His eyes looked to you before dodging quickly and finding the Colonel instead. Miles stepped up and grasped his friend’s forearm tightly as they shook hands. There was a relief in your mate’s shoulders. He was happy to see a survivor of all things after you explained to him what the General did to Prager and the rest.

Lyle opened his mouth to speak, “I…”

But you stopped him, shaking your head, “It’s ok.”

That was when you could see a defeated weight beginning to pull behind his stare.

“I can’t believe they’re all gone.”

Your eyes relaxed sadly at the devastation on the Corporal’s face.

“Just cogs in a machine…Ardmore didn’t care,” you said.

The three of you stood for a brief period of silence, the revelation of having nowhere to return to, no purpose going forward, settled in uncomfortably. There was no plan, only forward into the unknown.

“Let’s go,” Miles spoke.

“Where?” Lyle asked right when Cupcake swopped down onto the beach.

“We need to find a place to rest for now—” The Colonel reached for his mount “—and I need to tend to your wounds—” he tipped his head at you coming up behind him.

“Rest would be nice. I’m pretty sure I fractured a rib,” you groaned, lifting yourself to sit on his Ikran with him in front.

The fire crackling in the center of a shallow cave flickered with long shadows of the three bodies huddled down for the night, waves crashing in the distance. Ardmore beat the crap out of you once she got the upper hand, but the evidence of your fierce battle littered itself over your arms and legs, showing just how hard you fought until the end. You hissed as Miles dabbed your bruised and split knuckles with ointment, making you almost regret throwing fists with a Skel Suit…almost.

A twig snapped and had all three your heads turning to the sound, only to grasp the seriousness of the situation when you took in the sight of a small group of tattooed Metkayina, spears pointed in your direction. One was tall and elaborately decorated on the face, stalking forward cautiously examining the exhausted state of your tiny three-man army, one of which – you – were badly injured, purpled with bruises.

Then your eyes brightened when you saw Jake step forward.

Everything moved fast after that. You were given a small hut at the far end corner of the village, but you had no home, or at least that’s what your heart told you when every pair of eyes that looked your way had you shrinking, telling you to ‘go away’ – ‘you’re not welcome here.’

After discussing it with your mate and Lyle, you would stay in the village only for a few days to heal, the Tsahik reluctantly looking at your wounds. She invited herself into your temporary arrangement long enough to tend to what was important then left without speaking a single word.

What made you feel even worse was that Jake hadn’t spoken to you, assuming it was because of Miles. The brim of your eyes would burn when you allowed irrational thoughts to get the best of you, making you think that you had been outcasted by your friend because you had mated with his ‘enemy’ – or at least his version of what Miles used to be even though he wasn’t that man anymore.

You felt like a stranger, barely remembering your old life, trying desperately to construct a new one.

But then there was a shift.

Lo’ak poked around to see how you were.

Then one early morning while you were passing through the village, eyes at your feet hurriedly moving to get back to your tent as to not draw attention, you were pulled by the elbow by Neytiri into her lodgings.

“Sit,” she said.

“Why?” You were surprised.

“I will braid your hair.” Her hands pushed your shoulders down so you could sit in front of her.

“Your hair will get matted if I don’t do something because clearly you are not taking care of yourself.”

You gulped and remained still while your hair was brushed and peeled into strands. Then your body relaxed from her touch, followed by Tuk and Kiri taking a seat and starting their own strands.

Neytiri’s demeanor was firm, yet you could see how she yearned for your company. Tuk braided your hair into a beautiful weave, decorating the bottom with shells and other ocean jewelry.

You felt something blossom inside, throat bobbing as you swallowed a burning lump. How long had it been since you had to undo your braids in that godawful place Bridgehead, throwing away the beads while your heart cried for home.

A tear fell from your eye you didn’t bother blinking away. Then you were surrounded by Neytiri embracing your from behind with her arms tightly folding over your front, Tuk pulling herself into the hug while Kiri hummed a soft tune while she finished out her strand. You didn’t deserve this, torn mind slowly letting go of your fears as you wept. They hated you, didn’t they?

Here, in this secluded hut, this moment proved you wrong – so sweetly wrong.

Despite being hesitant towards your mate, your family wanted you home, even if that meant living with the Recoms. It wouldn’t come to your knowledge until later when you and Miles were going to leave for good that Jake had advocated to Tonowari for your permanent stay.

Maybe it was yearning for the old times, the peaceful times, or maybe it was the Tulkun Way, but there was an awkward period adjusting to everything new. Neytiri didn’t want to lose you again, and the Sully kids wanted their friend back, Tuk most of all.

Miles pulled his weight as did Lyle. They wanted to prove they could be useful.

Over time, the anxiety around the Recoms started to fade, allowing for trust to build in its place.

You even managed to tame a Skinwing after weeks of training yourself on how to ‘breathe’ underwater.

You sat near the fire beside Miles teaching him more words in Na’vi. Spider was off fishing, stick in hand poking at the sea life in the huge tidepools, with Neteyam and Lo’ak and two other Metkayina teenagers. Everything seemed to be falling into place, allowing your mind to be at ease for the very first time since what happened at the Old Shack. Norm and Max even homed an old avatar link by the village just for the kid.

Then that calm was unexpectedly interrupted by Lyle beaming himself in front of you and his boss, wearing nothing but a loin cloth that scarcely covered his junk. The knife that strapped over his chest glinted in the sun as his chest puffed up proudly.

“I’m really digging this new look!”

“Oh, my fucking GOD!” you groaned.

It was amusing watching the Corporal embrace the way of the People, even if that meant the image of his bare ass, shielded only by a string of fabric, would be engrained into your memory forever.

The flap to your tent remained closed, an understood hint to your friends and family only meaning one thing: Do Not Disturb.

Your hand rested on Miles’ bare chest, ear flat against the beating sound of his heart. The morning was young and the distant music of laughter from the village children sung a few yards away in another lodging.

The calloused hand at your back brushed up and down your spine in a rhythmic pattern while Miles nudged his nose into your hair. Everything was good.

Then you pushed yourself up to level your face with the Recom before leaning in for a kiss…that turned into two, then three, then his hot tongue was wrapping around yours with a growl reverberating into your mouth. You pulled away and straddled your mate, his large hands cupping the soft roundness of your rear. Your tail flicked behind you.

Miles’ eyes blew out when he studied your naked form on top of him, the way your breasts hung with a delicate weight, nipples ripe and hard for the taking. Your body screamed seduction in the way you knowingly slinked your hips inching closer to the tip of his cock.

Your mouth fell open in elation when the whole shaft slid into your folds, giving you a perfect stretch. The first roll of your hips had the Recom hissing and craning his neck. Then you were riding steadily along the length, leaning yourself to direct the head to hit just the right angle at the spongy spot that sent chills through your spine.

Miles’ fingers indented your thighs as he helped you bounce harder onto him, his lower half bucking into your thrusts making you whine from the added force. His hand then found your braid and laid it over your shoulder, grabbing his and connecting the tendrils. The feeling of you nearly had him releasing too soon, restraining himself with a loud moan feeling you squeeze around his shaft from binding queues together.

Fingers digging into the Recom’s chest, your cries echoed off the tent walls as your high was quickly approaching. The hands at your thighs held firmer in edging out every second of pleasure before the final drop. Miles was panting and grunting to every sweeping pass of your walls over his length. Both your bodies radiated together in this moment.

Then a heavy splash of cum painted your walls, your voice a pitched whimper.

You dropped yourself onto your mate as you huffed trying to gather yourself. Miles braced a hand at the backside of your head while he did the same, chest heaving as it rose and fell with big, quick breaths.

You wanted to stay here forever.

Being safely away from the pollution of Bridgehead, a danger that still lurked in the back of your mind, allowed you to embrace this new life without fear. With Miles, you didn’t have sleepless nights anymore, or painful bursts of withdrawal symptoms. In fact, you hadn’t craved those pills in a long time… and didn’t plan on returning to that old life.

The time would come to have to fight again. You couldn’t protect what you loved by running. No, you would make a stand with your family when the evil beyond the horizon eventually retaliated. But for now, that worry was pushed aside as you kissed Miles in the sanctuary of your hut, focusing on what was in front of you, what was ahead, for the first time in years.

This was a life rebirthed…restored.

And you dared the RDA to take it from you.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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Easing the Tension - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader

Prompt - "Why're you looking at me like that?"

For @runnning-outof-time and her epic Milestone Challenge!

Warning - enemies to lovers / smut

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He was always a dick as a teenager. The biggest dick you knew. All the way through your childhood he relentlessly teased you, mocked you, gave you weird looks as he walked past you. A dick, yes. A handsome, enigmatic, charismatic dick who had a hold over you he'd never know.

But since he returned from France, you noticed a change. A dramatic change. Not all the time, and certainly not when he was around his family, but when he was alone in his office at the betting shop on Watery Lane? You noticed.

You started working there when the boys left for war. Polly Gray was looking for someone to help look after the books. You were skilled in numeracy thanks to your father being a mathematics teacher, and you were one of the few people, especially women, in Small Heath who could read and write.

You'd proven your worth, and successfully earned the trust of the Shelby boys when they returned from war six months ago. Tommy, despite not being the eldest, had taken a strong lead in the family. Owed in part to his leadership in France, outranking both brothers. Arthur wasn't happy, but even he couldn't deny his younger brother was a born leader.

And you? You found yourself looking at Tommy more often. He was different. He no longer teased you or mocked you. He no longer gave you weird looks. In fact, he didn't look at you at all. He didn't look at anyone anymore. Not properly, anyway. It was as though there were walls up, barriers. Blockades that not even Polly could penetrate. He'd built a fortress around himself, and no one had the keys to unlock it.

You slept at their house on numerous occasions due to Polly's penchant for getting you drunk on a Friday night, listening to the gramophone while the two of you and Ada danced like idiots around the living room. The boys would be at the Garrison, and would stumble home at midnight before collapsing into their beds. Your bed was in a tiny box room next to Tommy's, and you often heard him wake, screaming, two or three times in the night. Despite how he'd treated you before the war, you wished you had the courage to go into his room. Hold him, calm him... But you never did. You just lay there, listening to him, waiting for the quiet so you knew he was sleeping again.

Only to wake another hour later.

And again an hour after that.

His room had an outside wall one side, and your bedroom the other. No one else would've heard him. And he would have no idea that you knew, either.

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you realised sleep was impossible. A combination of the whiskey last night and the disturbed sleep listening to Tommy's nightmares.

You sat at the kitchen table alone with a coffee around 3:30am. The rest of the house was still fast asleep.

Tommy entered the kitchen, but he didn't say anything. Walked past you to the cabinet and poured a whiskey for himself. Silently sipping it as he stood at the counter, his back to you. You couldn't take your eyes off him, the stiffness of his back, the rigidness of his shoulders. The tension simply radiated from him.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" He asked, suddenly, still not turning around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare..."

"You always stare at me. You look at me like I'm some kind of wounded dog waiting to be put out of my misery."

You didn't answer, but you didn't stop staring either. You couldn't.

He turned around, and his eyes locked with yours.

"You're too tense to sleep, aren't you?" you asked, he didn't respond.

"Sit down, Thomas," you stood up and offered him your seat. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion but you weren't letting up so he sat down. You stretched your hands and fingers, before gently placing them either side of his neck. He flinched at the contact, before your voice shhed him and your fingers began to press into his shoulders.

After a few minutes, you felt him relax. Your hands rolled over his shoulders and neck, squeezing and kneading the flesh. His head lolled forwards, allowing you easier access to his muscles at the bottom of his neck.

"It's easier if you remove your shirt?" You commented, a slight smile on your lips as he lifted the garment over his head. Your fingers went back to work, kneading and pressing everywhere you felt a knot.

"Scars and freckles, interesting combination," you smirked. His shoulders jumped as he chuckled, soon replaced by a deep groan as you found an exceptionally sized knot in his spine, unravelling it with your knuckles easily.

"Your hands are fucking magical," he leaned forward and your hands moved lower, almost to his waist. He was now leaning over the table, his head resting in his arms as your hands squeezed his flesh expertly. After thirty minutes, he was breathing easier, calmer, he could've been asleep... You stopped and taking a seat next to him stroked over his cheek gently. His eyes fluttered open, and they found yours again. The walls were down, and you saw them properly for the first time. An innocent blue replacing their usual intense darkness.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked quietly, still stroking his cheek. He shook his head.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" He nodded, and you took his hand. He let you lead the way, and you opened his bedroom door. Heading inside, he climbed in and you went to place the covers over him before he stopped you.

"Stay with me..." He whispered. You went to protest, but the gentle grip on your wrist told you it was a battle you'd lose anyway. You climbed into the single bed next to him and he opened his arm for you to lay on, the pillow too small for two heads. The feel of his hand stroking your arm, his lips against your forehead, the heat of his breath against your skin. You found yourself looking upwards at him, and after a few moments of visible contemplation on his face, he kissed you. A soft, gentle kiss that you found surprisingly easy to reciprocate.

His hand held your cheek tenderly as the kiss deepened. His tongue gently sweeping across yours. Your body was moving of its own accord now, and you were suddenly on top of him. Straddled over his mid section, you could feel the hard length of his arousal pressed between your legs.

"YN..."

"Shh, don't talk, just lay back. Let me ease the last of that tension away..."

Your nightgown already hitched over your waist, you reached down and slid his shorts down. Sliding your panties to one side, you rolled your folds over his shaft. Watching his face contort in pleasure, your wet folds glided over him easily. Reaching between you, you stood his cock upright and sank onto him slowly. His hands moved to your waist, trying to take control, but you pulled them away.

"Not tonight," you gasped, feeling him fill you completely. Buried deep inside your wet walls.

Your hips rolled back and forth, a steady, gentle but firm rhythm, and you had no intention of speeding up.

"That's it... Relax Tommy..."

"One day I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything," he said, rolling his nose affectionately over yours.

He was silent other than his breathing - heavy but calm. He didn't move, allowing you full control. His hands holding yours as you used them for leverage. Your head fell back as his cock found that sweet spot inside, and you focussed your hip movements to keep it hitting that same spot over and over. Not too fast, just a gentle rocking motion that had his abdomen clenching, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you letting you know he was close.

"Not yet Tommy, not just yet.. I'll let you cum, just hold on for me..."

"I always have..."

You looked down and met his gaze again, his eyes moving from your face, down your still clothed body, and back up again. The flickering of his eyelids had you coming undone, his mouth hanging open slightly, deep breaths from his lips. You felt your orgasm building, and rocked your hips just a little quicker.

"Cum for me Tommy..."

He nodded, and his eyes squeezed shut, a low groan leaving his chest, his toned stomach clenching, his fingers locked with yours. His eyes flew open suddenly with the force of his release, locked onto yours as you came with him, his seed filling you sending you over into the abyss.

Once you'd calmed, and his cock finished pulsing, you climbed off him and lay back at his side, his arm over your shoulders again as you snuggled into his chest. Your fingers tracing over his chest, watching the rise and fall of it as his breathing calmed.

"You really are magical..." He smiled, kissing the top of you r head.

"Why?"

"I don't hear the shovels..."

You looked up at him and stroked his cheek, kissing his lips tenderly.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who noticed."

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fandom-puff · 4 years ago

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Smut-tember day 22- overstimulation with Tormund Giantsbane

Warnings: overstimulation, rough sex, bit of a size kink, being overheard (because Tormund doesn’t give two shits) probs a bit crap bc I’ve never written Tormund

Gif creds to owner

One thing was for certain: Tormund had stamina.

You silently cursed the giant that had suckled him, and the sour goats milk he had been guzzling all his life, and the harsh conditions beyond the wall for making him so damn strong.

As you lay beneath him, your eyes clenched shut and your face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, you began to wonder if your body could take much more of the broad red-headed man above you.

“T-Tormund, I can’t!” You whined out, although your bucking hips and clutching hands told him otherwise.

“Can’t what, little one?” He asked, his eyes crinkling as he grinned, teeth bared like a dog as he fucked you roughly, dragging your hips up and yanking a pillow from beneath your head to shove underneath them. “You’re doing just fine for a southerner,”

You let out a growl, digging your nails into his arms. “I’m a fucking northerner,” you said, trying to sound serious, but as he pounded his hips, the syllables came out rough and broken.

“No,” he grunted, bending over you to leave yet another mark on your neck. “You’re fucking a northerner,”

With one hand still holding your hips firmly to his, Tormund licked the fingers of his free hand, before rubbing rough circles over your sensitive, swollen clit, letting out a half-laugh, half shout as he felt your cunt spasm again. He watched your eyes roll back into your skull as you tossed your head back, sobbing with pure, burning pleasure as you came for the umpteenth time, only this time he joined you in your ecstasy. With a few last thrusts, he was emptying himself into you, his brutal thrusts faltering as he rode out his high.

Moaning as he pulled out of you, you reached for him, trying to get used to the sensation of emptiness after what felt like hours of being full. But Tormund shuffled downwards, holding your thighs apart. As you stared at him questioningly, he eased two fingers into your clenching hole, laughing at you desperate whine. As he lowered his mouth to your clit, his tongue already flickering out to taste you, beard stimulating your inner thighs, he looked you dead in the eye, and said, “I’m not finished with you yet, girl,”

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gotpineapple · 3 years ago

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Under his mane (Part 8 TEASER) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

This post contains NSFW content! Minors DNI

When Tywin lowered his new wife to his bed, their bed, she was overcome with deep familiarity. She remembered her days at Casterly Rock, she remembered the way the Rock had turned into a home she desperately had sought back then.

Great part of that home, that safety she had gained, was built by the man on top of her. For a moment she allowed herself to just feel that safety, feel his lips mould against her with his stubble gently tickling her.

Tywin gently caged her, bringing himself to rest on his elbows, his hands going to stroke her hair as his forearms rested on the bed. He was a man of strong rough passion. He was not a shy boy trying to find what he wanted to give or receive, he was a man who deliberately knew how to bring women sobbing pleasure and he also knew how to get what he wished.

But he knew the Doe in his arms. He knew of the starvation of intimacy she felt, oh he knew every inch of her. Now what he wished to give her was a moment of said intimacy. He wished to see the way her lips would swell and the way her chest would rise out of breath when he’d pull away.

But he was only so patient. His kiss gained more fire as he moved his hands to lift her thighs around his hips. His wife gasping around his tongue at the sudden movement.

”Tywin”, she moaned as he gently pushed at his chest to break their kiss. ”I am not the scared girl who offered her body to you years ago”, she starts as she begins to softly pepper kisses along his jaw till she reaches his ear.

”You taught me how good it felt t-to share pleasure”, she whispers pressing her cheek against his, gently whimpering as she rolls her hips, her bare core against the seam of his trousers. ”Oh please, let me enjoy that pleasure again. I will be your good girl ”, she almost begged.

Tywins eyes go almost black as he takes a gentle hold of her neck to see her eyes. When he speaks his voice makes Y/n shiver: ”Then be a good girl and get rid off that shift and kneel on the bed”

The part will be up by the end of the week. I can confirm, Tywin and The Gentle Doe, do have intimate history. But how, when and why did it happen?

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persefolli · 2 years ago

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𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐚'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.

“You know my husband?” I asked, looking Miles up and down, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Which one?”

“I only have one husband.”

“Not according to Neytiri.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “Jake and I had relations months ago, we are no longer bound to one another. It is only Tonowari that I am with and love.”

“Interesting.” Miles nodded, turning back to you holding some weird contraption that he put on your head. “This will study your brain activity. Don’t ask me how it works because I don’t know either.” You allowed him to place the device on your head, a few beats of silence passing between you two.

“I know both Sully and Tonowari. Sully and I go back, while your current husband teamed up with Sully to take down my operation.”

“Well they probably had a good reason, look at what you're doing to me now.” You said looking up at the device.

“Oh hush! I haven't even touched you yet!” He said like an annoyed older brother.

“So what deal did the two of you make?”

“Hm?”

“I’m not stupid Miles. Neytiri has to hate you, she wouldn’t just walk on your territory unless she was getting something in return.”

Miles sighed deeply and turned to you. You noticed the slight flash of sadness in his eyes but that smug look made its way back onto his face. “Humans…do this thing where after they die they sell or donate their body to science.” He pulls a chair and sits in front of you.

“Ultimately, she sold you, and your husband of course. She thinks you’re a threat.”

“To what!”

“Her marriage.”

You sank back down in your seat and rolled your eyes. Once again, this was Jake’s fault. Taking a deep breath you nodded, “Can you at least let my husband go. He has a clan to run.”

Miles let out a disappointed groan, “He’s already asked me the same. I can’t do that for you right now.”

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Jake fumed internally seeing the cove where you and Tonowari were held. The fact that you were here and nobody told him angered him. It only took a few threats and shoves to get the young warrior to get talking.

He was most angry at Neytiri. In his eyes, this was unforgivable.

It would only be a matter of time before she returned empty handed. He wondered if he should pretend to not know anything, or blow up like he wanted to.

After a while of thinking, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Hell, he was Olo’eyktan, not her.

Luckily Jake had some warriors in the clan that were loyal to him, not Neytiri. Apparently they had been left out of the loop as well, so this was premeditated on Neytiri's end.

To get her minions to talk, he decided to go back to his roots and use more….American methods.

He captured every warrior who had anything to do with it. They were beaten, yelled at, and even starved. It didn’t take extreme measures to get them talking.

Sooner or later, he was led to the council, to which he captured as well. Three clan leaders were imprisoned and questioned for conspiracy and intimidation.

“I told you I didn’t-” One of the clan leaders was slapped harshly.

“Watch your tone when you speak to the Olo’eyktan.” A warrior spoke.

“I am an Olo’eyktan dammit!”

“But you are on my land.” Jake crouched in front of the kneeling man.

“You worked closely with Neytiri. You knew her plan from the start. You orchestrated the false invitation and council call, just to ambush both Tonowari and Y/n. Now you’re telling me you don’t know where they are?”

“No I-”

He was punched again, grunting in pain as a tooth scattered across the ground.

“I’m giving you one more time. It didn’t even take this much for your other friends to get to yapping.”

“If I tell you, you're gonna let me go?” He tried to negotiate.

Jake scoffed. “Oh I'm sure Y/n pleaded with you the exact same. And what did you do? Keep her locked up.”

The clan leader scowled at Jake before taking a deep breath, starting to talk.

---

The chambers Miles kept you in were far more humane and clean than what Neytiri kept you in. He even let you and Tonowari stay in the cell together, which was ‘suspicious’ according to your husband.

You never let go of Tonowari once inside that cell. The both of you were taken out every few hours to be “studied.” And once you returned you went back to wrapping your arms under his and leaning your head into his broad chest.

Tonowari did everything in his power to keep you comfortable, even going as far as giving you portions of his own ration of food to fill you up.

“You must eat.”

“Tono-”

“I have fasted for 14 days and nights while training to become Olo’eyktan. My wife must eat.” He said semi-sternly.

Little did the two of you know that there were cameras hidden in the room, Miles watched over the two of you with a sinking feeling in his heart. Not because he wanted you, but he remembered his human days where he was able to share his love with another woman.

He began to wonder why Neytiri would give up such loving na’vi over to him, and realized how twisted this was of her. For the first time in his life, he actually began to feel regret.

Meanwhile, Neytiri was walking into her home. It had been a long day of tending to her duties and speaking with clan leaders as if nothing happened. She walked in and gasped, seeing the clan leader she worked so close with swollen and bruised.

“What happened?!” She said panicked.

“He knows.” Was all he said before falling face first onto the ground. From the dark corner of the room Jake emerged with a dark look on his face.

Neytiri began to stammer, already knowing she was done for. She looked at the clan leader on the ground, before looking back up at Jake.

“They were gonna ambush us!”

“That's not what I heard.”

“They-She- I did it for us!”

“Who runs this clan!” Jake yelled storming up to her. “Who defeated Miles time and time again. Who spent years building international relations so this clan wouldn't fall off the map? That was me! Not you Neytiri.” He yelled harshly.

“This is what happened. You got lazy, got too comfortable and selfish about you and your own people, you didn't even consider that Pandora is being destroyed and that we NEED clans like the Metkayina. You don't do shit for this clan.” He said darkly into her ear as tears began to spill down her face.

“I made sure the council knew who ran this clan.” Neytiri looked at Jake with teary eyes. She looked defeated. It finally hit her that Jake didn't love her the same he once did, and after this, he never will.

“Now how about we take the easy route, and get Y/n and Tonowari out of there.”

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Testing had gone on for hours this time around. Sunrise to sunset. You and Tonowari were tired, drained. The two of you cooperated the best you could, but even Tonowari became agitable.

“Are we gonna die here?” You asked Miles as he hooked you up to yet another machine. He worked in silence, scrunching his eyes brows and attempted to avoid the question. He didn’t even know how to answer that.

“I make no promises. But it won't be me killing you if it comes to that point.”

Your heart sank. Would you really die before you can breathe in the salty air, and feel the hot sun on your skin in a place called home? Your husband, would you at least be able to say your goodbyes?

After the treatment you sobbed in Tonowari’s arms, telling him the same thing Miles had told you. He was putting on his brave face, but internally he was hurt too. He never wanted to go like this and he especially didn’t want you to either.

“Mawey. Mawey.” He said softly with his nose pressed into your hair. He held you tightly, savoring this moment, like many other times. If his time ever came to an end, he would want to remember his wife’s embrace for all eternity.

The door suddenly opened and Miles stood there. A deep breath, and Tonowari stood up, knowing it was his turn to be tested. Instead, Miles walked over and pressed a device to Tonowari’s neck, waited for it to beep, then pressed it to yours, repeating the action.

“Hurry and go.”

“What?”

“I disabled the trackers. Go before I change my mind.”

Tonowari wasted no time in snatching you up and bolting out of those steel doors. The two of you dashed out of the way you came in. You saw the sun getting brighter and brighter until you finally emerged into the forest.

The two of you moved to hop over the metal beams but stopped in your tracks seeing both Jake and Neytiri at the entrance. It only took a glimpse of blue for Tonowari to storm over and shove Jake, raising his hand to beat down on him.

Quickly, Miles stepped forward, putting his arm out to separate Jake and Tonowari.

“Trust me he is not your enemy right now.”

Tonowari stepped back and scowled at Jake with a hateful look.

“He had no idea about his wife’s-”

“Neytiri's plan.” Jake interjected. “I didn't even know you guys were gonna come to the council meeting. I would've pardoned you if it was too much.” Jake seemed apologetic.

You and Tonowari instinctively held onto each other again.

“You will no longer be expected to attend any council meetings, and I will not protest if you continue to reserve your resources.”

Jake used his hand to push Neytiri up. “I-...I have relinquished my status as Tsahik in training.” She says. “I and the Omaticaya are forever indebted to you.”

You fumed. The two of them had no idea about how much mental turmoil they had put the two of you in. Both you and Tonowari were feeding off of each other’s rage by now.

“That’s it?” You said sternly. “You think that’ll make up for the last two-three months?”

“I-”

“You starved us! Isolated us! Sold us off! The worst thing in the world for you is not being Tsahik?!” Neytiri avoided your gaze as you yelled at her.

“Neytiri will take your place in the experiments.” Jake announced.

The both of you fell silent and glanced at each other.

Tonowari then spoke up to Neytiri. “Eywa will punish you. But the Metkayina will damn you. Step foot on any of our lands or the borders surrounding it and you will be treated as hostile. As for you,” He turned to Jake. “You have a hell of a lot of work to do. But me and Y/n have been talking, and we will no longer punish the Omaticaya for your blunders.”

Jake nodded, accepting this as a win for his people, they would no longer face consequences for his actions.

“As for us, we are no longer companions, or allies. We will not fight your wars, or help you with negotiations. You have earned the privilege of living another day,” Tonowari threatened. “But you will never have access to us again.”

You and Tonowari began walking into the forest again, when Jake grabbed you by the wrist and looked at you with solemn eyes.

“Y/n…i'm sorry for everything, really.” He said.

You could tell he was apologetic, and you saw the regret in his eyes, but you only gave him the satisfaction of a nod, before taking off with Tonowari.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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baby, baby, sweet baby // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: Heyyyy! May I request an Anthony Bridgerton imagine where Anthony is a new dad and it’s really fluffy. I love husband Anthony as well as dad Anthony! - @elennox03

a/n: Thank you for such a sweet request! This isn't overly long; a snapshot into Anthony’s life as a father. The lullaby I mention is Brahm’s Lullaby - something that Anthony wouldn't have heard but I couldn't not use it. Title: Aretha Franklin - Sweet Baby (inspired by a scene from New Amsterdam)

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Female!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, marriage and children, female centric labels - mother, wife.

Word count: 1.2k

“He’s so small,” Anthony murmurs quietly, marvelling at the sight of his son in his arms. A small, pudgy arm swings out of the blankets; a tiny hand reaches for one of Anthony’s fingers, the fist wrapping around the digit, holding it ever so tightly.

You smile from your place by the bath, indulging in the sight of your husband already so devoted to his heir. “Your mother and I were certain he would be bigger with the way I was carrying. He’s still perfect regardless.”

“Just like his mother,” Anthony compliments, lifting his eyes from his son to meet yours.

“You’re a flatterer, Lord Bridgerton.”

“Only for you, Lady Bridgerton.”

You tut, rolling your eyes playfully at your husband. Anthony turns his attention back to the bundle of blankets in his arms. The pregnancy had come as a surprise, no real decision to have children had been made, but ten months into the marriage, you announced you were expecting. Anthony never expected his life to change so drastically within a year, but twice now had it happened.

Anthony freezes momentarily as his son fidgets in his arms. His heir stretches his arms, his lips puckering as he tries to decide whether sleep or consciousness would be better. To Anthony, it seems the former wins as his son falls asleep, slow, relaxed breaths leaving him.

“It’s time for his bath,” You murmur, pulling your hand from the bath, satisfied that the water was the perfect temperature for your child.

Still so young, bath times had quickly become your favourite time of the day. After his birth, Violet and your mother had stayed for the first month, helping you both fall into a routine with your son. They had been there for his first baths; showing you the best way to support his head as you cleaned him. After their departure, the staff had asked whether you would like help, but you had declined, wanting to keep the moment for both Anthony and you.

The staff didn’t need to know that Anthony still worried.

“Are you sure he’s going to be okay?” Anthony asks; his tone giving away the worry currently knotting in his gut.

“Would it help if you got in the bath with him?”

“What?”

“Get in the bath, Anthony. Hold your son so I can wash him.”

Anthony doesn’t waste another moment; handing you your child before pulling off his shirt, stepping half-dressed into the tin tub. The water splashes over the edge of the bath as Anthony gets settled; frowning at the feel of his breeches sticking to his skin, but he would do this for his son. He holds out his arms, waiting for you to place his heir into his hold. His son coos as you adjust him in your arms; the soft blanket being pulled away, leaving him vulnerable to the cold of the room.

His son is solid in Anthony’s arms; reminding him of the fact that he is indeed a father – he has an heir, he has solidified the Bridgerton line for the future to come.

The water soon grows cold. His son is clean, wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, cooing softly at his mother. Anthony’s heart squeezes tightly in his chest as he watches you duck your head, rubbing your nose softly against your son’s nose.

Anthony reaches for his child; feeling more himself when he holds him than he does when his son is held by another. He hadn’t expected this strong paternal instinct; of course, he was protective over his siblings – particularly the youngers one, they hardly remembered their father and when Anthony prematurely inherited the peerage, he had no choice to step up as their adoptive father. However, the urge to protect and love his son rivals what he feels for his siblings. He didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as he loves you, but the moment he felt his son kick against your stomach, his heart had stretched – making room for the overwhelming adoration for his son.

He cuddles his son close, ignoring the cold now seeping into his bones from his wet trousers. Silently, Anthony rocks from side to side, watching you amble about the room, gathering your son’s nightclothes.

“That wasn’t so scary, was it?” You tease, an amused smile on your lips as you take your son from Anthony, letting him change into dry clothes.

“I’m your husband, you’re supposed to bolster me. Not make fun of me,” Anthony sniffs, crossing his arms.

“But you make it so easy, my love,” You laugh quietly, taking care not to disturb your sleeping son.

Anthony brightens at the use of the term of endearment. He would always be your love; you would always be his darling. He finds dry clothing in a nearby drawer, dressing himself robotically as he watches you bounce your son in your arms. Anthony’s eyes follow you as you wander the room, humming a lullaby, your voice gentle enough to soothe even the angriest of men to sleep.

“Let me take him,” Anthony whispers, doing his best not to disturb the sleeping infant in your arms.

Standing on your tiptoes, you reach up, placing a soft kiss onto Anthony’s cheek, jawline. “Fatherhood suits you,” You compliment, drawing away from the love of your life to change into your own nightclothes, ready for the day to be over.

“Motherhood suits you, darling,” Anthony returns, beginning to walk around the shared bedroom. Anthony smiles to himself when he catches sight of the faint flush to your skin; his words having settled within the marrow of your bones.

The room falls into comfortable silence as Anthony continues to walk around the room with his son in his arms. He hears the rustle of bed covers, your contended sigh as you slip underneath.

“Does he have to sleep in his own cot?” Anthony asks, breaking the silence as he glances between the lonely cot and the inviting bed.

“Both our mothers said it would best,” You murmur, following Anthony’s gaze to the off-white cot. Plush toys fill the corners, and a comfortable mattress covers the slats of wood holding the cot up. Yet, it looks so lonely and to leave your son there for the night… it makes your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.

“When have we ever listened to our mothers?” Anthony states with a quiet chuckle.

At his words, a large smile breaks across your face. You pat the empty side of your bed invitingly. “You’ve got me there,” You laugh, “He can sleep with us tonight.”

Anthony smiles as if he’s won the greatest prize on earth; it sets your heart pounding in your chest and briefly you wonder whether life would always be like this – your small family and the love so clearly obvious shining from your every pore.

The covers are pulled away; Anthony slipping under the covers, taking care not to wake the sleeping babe in his arms. His son is settled on the pillows between you; the both of you turning to face the infant, drawn to him. You place a single hand on the infant’s stomach, feeling the soft material of his nightdress.

It’s as if Anthony cannot help himself; he runs a finger from his son’s forehead to the tip of his nose, whispering, “Baby, baby, sweet baby.”

The baby stirs for only a moment before slipping back into his slumber filled with nothing but sweet dreams and happiness. Anthony meets your gaze over the slumbering body of your child; a smile break across his face, so wide the corners of his eyes crinkle from the force of it. Pure happiness displayed on his face as Anthony’s hand covers yours; pure happiness, pure love.

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runningmunson · 3 years ago

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Moments

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 622 Summary: Aemond is upset about the moments he misses with his daughter. Warnings: Slight angst, Dad!Aemond, fluff A/N: Im suppose to be writing another angsty fic but wrote this instead

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“You’ll never guess who took their first steps today. Oh, it was amazing!” You exclaimed to Aemond, recounting your day over dinner in your chambers as you did most nights.

His mood soured at your words. He wanted to share in your joy, but all he could feel was frustration and anger, not at you but at himself. These are the kinds of moments parents dream about, moments Aemond dreamed about, and he’s missing them one after another.

He missed over half of your pregnancy and the birth of your daughter entirely due to his brother sending him away on business for the crown. He never got the chance to relish in pride over the swell of your belly, feel the movement of your babe, or hear her first cries. Further, he missed the first time she smiled, the first time she was sick, the first word she spoke, and now the first time she walked.

“Aemond…” You spoke, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Hmm,” he tore his gaze from his plate and looked toward you.

“I asked if you were listening to me, but I see now that you were not,” you placed your cutlery down on the table and gave your husband your full attention.

“I’m sorry, my love. My thoughts brought me elsewhere for a moment,” he apologized, but you could see his tense jaw and lips pulled into a slight frown.

You pushed your chair back and knelt beside your husband, placing your hand on his knee, “What troubles you?”

“I seem to be missing more of our daughter’s life by the day. I can hardly even remember when she was a small babe, and now here she is walking,” he sighed.

“You are a prince, a son, a brother- to the king and queen of Westeros might I add, an uncle, a husband, and a father. You have many roles and a lot of responsibilities on your shoulders. No one expects you to be there for every new thing our daughter may do,” you reasoned and grabbed his hand.

Aemond turned his head away from you and looked out the window toward the setting sun. His knuckle turned white from how hard he was holding his cup, “I expect myself to be there for those things. What kind of father am I if I miss important moments in our children’s lives? I’m no better than my own father, I’ll tell you.”

“Who did she crawl to first? What was her first word? It was ‘pa’, if I do recall. Who does she cry for at night? Who has never failed to go and comfort her? Who will protect her every day of her life? Who will one day give her away at her wedding?” You questioned him, giving him a small smile, and squeezed his hand.

Aemond tilted his head back, pinched the bridge of his nose, and groaned, “Gods, don’t make me think about marrying her off already.”

“What I’m trying to say, dear husband, is that you are always there for her. You may miss moments, as will I, but that does not make us terrible parents. There are still many more to be made, many more that you will witness and celebrate, so do not fret. You are doing just fine,” you stood up and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered and met your gaze. You smiled at him and reached your hand out to him.

“Come now. She’s waiting for us. Let us go wish her a good night,” you dragged him toward your daughter's room. When the door opened, she greeted Aemond with a bright smile, arms in the air, and a soft ‘papa’ coming from her lips.

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burningbridgesblacknblue · 4 years ago

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They Don’t Love Ya Like I love Ya 2

Summary: Two weeks after your departure your husband finds you performing in an exclusive club he’s had his eye on in London. Only problem is every man has set their sights on his wife. Tommy finds it hard to share his property.

Song Inspiration: Hold Up by Beyonce

Pairing: TommyXReader

Word Count: 3K

Genre: Angst, fluff at the very end.

Warnings: Burlesque (if you’re offended by that), cursing, smoking, jealousy induced violence and anger, insecurities, jealousy in general. Mentions of blood. Tommy being an arsehole. (What else is new?)

Part One

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Two weeks, two bloody weeks and his wife had not shown her face in Arrowhead once. He’d gone to the office a few times during this little separation and there was not a single trace of her there. Or his family’s homes. Not a single fucking sign of her whereabouts.

He had blinders scattered throughout Small Heath and even London on the lookout for his Mrs, but not a one had seen her.

Tommy considered himself a patient man but he was starting to unfold. There weren't enough cigarettes in the world to help his every buzzing thought. Did something happen to her? Someone take her? Hurt her?

He slammed his whiskey glass on his desk, “Fuckin’ hell.”

“Brother!” Arthur barked out barging through his office door, “We found her!”

Tommy took a drag off his cigarette waiting for his brother to continue, “Where?”

“One of the boys out in London spotted her at this club,” Arthur supplied, “Says she frequents it often. Boys say it's really nice Tom. Only thing is it’s one of those clubs…”

Tommy grabbed the bridge of his nose; this woman was going to be the cause of a mass murder. He had to give it to her; she was bold. His blood was boiling hot consuming whatever small concern for her safety he had felt. Wait ‘til he got his hands on her again.

“I reckon we ought to see for ourselves.” Tommy stubbed out the end of his cigarette, “Get John, I’m sure he’d fancy a night out in London.”

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You sat at the vanity looking at the person in the mirror; she was beautiful, confident and strong. She was breaking piece by piece inside but she was satisfied no one would know it. If there’s anything she was grateful to her husband for, it was teaching her to never let her true self show to those who couldn’t be trusted.

You bit your lip at the thought of Thomas despite him being a real son of a bitch you still worried about if he was taking care of himself. Why should you care? You’re sure the whore he has been sleeping with has taken your place just perfectly.

The acid in your stomach churned with your jealous thoughts. Damn the man to hell for doing this to you. For allowing you to love him when he was incapable of loving you back.

“(Y/n)” one of the stagehands entered your dressing room, “You’re on in five, it’s a real hot crowd tonight.”

You gave the man a nod and a smile, “I’m just touching up me face, I’ll be there in a moment.”

With one last drag off your cigarette you poofed up your hair and tied your dressing robe, the stage was not far from the green room, you already heard the cacophony of drunken men chanting your name eagerly.

God it was a rush knowing that someone still wanted you, appreciated you. Even if it were for all the wrong reasons.

There was just something about the band when they played the first few notes of your number that made you feel alive again. Happy even. Gave you that rush of adrenaline you have come to crave.

“Gents please welcome to the stage, the talented, the oh so beautiful, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)!”

A deep breath in and you appeared on your playground, the lights dimmed, a spotlight shining brightly on you and your gorgeous smile. You winked cheekily at the crowd of angsty men who were drooling with anticipation.

“Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you,” you sang softly lowering the shoulder of your robe, “Slow down they don’t love you like I love you…’ the men whistled when you revealed your other delicate shoulder.

You turned to face the crowd of men giving just the slightest glimpse of your sinful outfit beneath the robe. Your breath caught in your throat when you noticed a familiar group seated just a few tables behind the owner of the club and his son.

The crystal clear eyes locked on to you, possessively. Right away you knew he was clenching his fist. Hand nearly breaking the expensive glass in his hand.

In a way it filled you with happiness to know you could make him feel what you were feeling because of him. He deserved to eat his heart out. To let the bitter taste of jealousy ruin the precious liquor he was downing rapidly. He had to know that other men wanted you too, but you turned them down because you loved him.

“Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you..” you made it a point to hold Thomas’ gaze especially when your robe came off and you were scantily clad in your favorite bustier and garter combo.

His eyes were like liquid lightning; His jaw was clenched and he snapped something at his brothers to which they flushed a deep red and looked down at their whiskeys.

“What’s worse lookin’ jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?” you sang as you descended the stairs, feeling every bit as confident knowing every lustful gaze was on yours, “Or like being walked all over lately. Walked all over lately. I’d rather be crazy.”

“Treat ya like the queen you are if you were mine,’ a young man stated with warm brown puppy like eyes, you ran your hand through his hair nearly making the young lad’s heart stop. Hootin and hollering filled the room when the young man was bold enough to squeeze your exposed thigh.

“Oi! You know who the fuck you’re fondlin’?” That voice was so familiar and it sent your heart racing. Fluttering like a bird who was trapped in a cage.

The young lad’s eyes widened slightly as he took in your husband and his brothers. You didn’t want them to kick up a fuss, especially not at a stranger’s expense.

“Thomas it’s fine,” you said calmly despite that you were all but calm, “No harm done.”

Those blues of his barely spared you a glance as he shifted his body in front of you to create a protective barrier between you and the lad.

“I’m sorry mate,” the stranger replied, “I didn’t know she was your whore for the night.”

You startled at what that little prick had called you; you had half a mind to pummel his smug little face into the ground with your heels but Tommy beat you to it.

It was so quick that you hadn’t noticed John pull you away so that you didn't get caught in the crossfire. Your husband was fast with his cap after all.

For a moment everything sounded like you were in a tunnel, the lad’s screams as he clutched his newly damaged eye, the whistle your oldest brother in law called out.

“Touch me fuckin’ wife again and I’ll blow your bloody brains out!”

Several familiar faces began pouring in through both the entrance and the exit. You couldn’t move from the shock you were in. The patrons were all scrambling to get out before the fuss really started.

All you could see was the river of blood coming from the man who stepped out of line.

“By order of the Peaky Blinders this club is under new management!” your brother-in-law shouted from the stage, as a brawl erupted between the rival gangs.

You looked around for a safe getaway, nearly making a clean exit when Thomas’ deep baritone came from behind you, “For every man’s sake put on me jacket, don’t want to be the cause of so many losing their eyesight do you?”

“You have no right to bark orders at me Thomas.” You snapped ignoring the overcoat he held out for you, walking right by him.

“That much is clear love,” he retorted, grabbing your arm and forcefully placing the coat around you, “According to the owner he had no idea you were me woman, he didn’t even know you had a husband.”

“I wasn’t particularly proud to tell him who me husband is; let alone that he’s a lying son of a bitch.”

Thomas clenched his jaw, but said nothing in return he just led you out of the club and into the safety of the night, away from the sound of the coppers’ sirens.

“Where are you taking me?” You snapped after a few moments of anger charged silence.

“Always so quick to leave me are ya?” He grumbled out lowly and this caused you to stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk.

“You stabbed me in the back Thomas!” You shouted, not caring who heard you, “No woman in her right mind would want to be treated like that!”

“Stabbed ya in the back?” He fired back, “What the fuck are ya on about (Y/n)?”

“Do not play daft Tommy ya know what you’ve done.”

Even though you knew you were right, the look he gave you made you cower a little. You’ve seen your husband angry many times, but this was a whole different side of his anger you had yet to explore.

“I’m not playing anything,” his deep voice rumbled, the way he stalked toward you made you fear that he was a tiger and you were his prey.

His strong body had you pinned against the brick of the building, his familiar cologne intoxicated you. Made you miss home, him even.

“The only thing I’m daft about is me woman showing off what’s mine to other bastards…” he was so unbearably close that your mind had a rough time coming up with a response.

“I could say the same Thomas,” you glared into his eyes, “Because you allowed other women to have you, and I thought at the very least your heart was mine. What little of it you have left.”

“That’s what this is about eh?” He asked smugly and you couldn’t stand it. You wanted to smack the arrogance out of him.

“Yeah that’s what this is about,” you snapped back, “I thought If you could let someone else ride ya cock, I might as well find me a new one I didn’t have to share.”

Tommy closed his eyes and then took a step away from you a large hand running down his face, he paced in the alley for a moment or two, when he pointed a finger at you accusingly.

“Which one of them bastards touched ya?”

No one.

You never allowed a single man the right to your body. Nobody but Tommy had that privilege but your nasty temper wanted nothing more than to get back at the narcissistic man in front of you.

“It is none of your business Tommy.”

He let out a scoff, “None of my busi—if you don’t bloody tell me I’ll go back in there and tear every one of those fuckers to pieces.”

“Will you?” You asked sarcastically, “Am I your fuckin’ toy? A toy that you never wanted but the moment someone else wants to play with it it’s yours again?”

“I wouldn’t call you a toy darling,” he said coldly, “I’d call you my property, and no one touches my property…”

The insurmountable rage that filled your very being, your soul, couldn’t be caged anymore. You nearly let out a strangled scream.

“I’m not built like you Thomas,” pride be damned you were crying tears of hurt, “I can’t pretend not to care when you go with whores and don’t come home for days at a time. I don’t know how to turn my emotions off. I love you but I will not continue to allow you to make a fool of me. I loathe the people who know about our business, have you seen how they look at me? Like I’m pathetic Thomas! You don’t even have the decency to try and be subtle! The little respect you have for me is disgustin’ and I won’t live like this any longer! I don’t want to be a Shelby anymore.”

Thomas regarded you like he was calculating something. Like there was a plan he was concocting in that wise brain of his.

“I’m sorry love but once a Shelby always a Shelby…” he lit a cigarette from his waistcoat pocket. “That ring on ya finger is like a tattoo. Permanent. Now addressin’ these whores people are telling ya about, what exactly did they tell ya? If I’m to be condemned I ought to know the reason why.”

He was unbelievable.

“You choose to remain stupid til the end?”

“It seems I have no choice,” he took another drag off his fag, “because I don’t remember fuckin’ any whores, let alone any other woman since I married ya.”

“Now you wish to insult my intelligence?”

“Not intentionally, no, but as I said before I hadn’t touched anyone but you. This is the first time you brought this to my attention. You’d rather run away than discuss this with me.”

Thomas shrugged his shoulders, “if you’ve already made up your mind about me being a cheatin’ bastard then there’s nothing I can do to stop ya.”

“I had help Tommy! I didn’t reach that conclusion on me own!”

“Well then tell me what was fuckin said! Because I haven’t fucked anyone who ain’t you!”

The sincerity in his crystal blues cause you to stutter in your recourse. You knew when your husband was lying; he could bullshit anyone in the room said for you.

“People are sayin’ that you and Lizzie have been workin’ some late nights together, I’ve even seen it with me own eyes…”

Thomas flicked some ash from his cigarette as he nodded his head rather mockingly, “Ya have? What did ya see then Mrs. Shelby, that would ruin your trust in me?”

With clenched teeth you replied, “She was hangin�� off your arm like she owned ya, whisperin’ in ya ear and giggling like a fool!”

“Did I ever initiate anything with her?” He barked at you, “What would have me do (Y/n) eh? Throw her on the floor for touching me? Push her off for telling a joke?”

Steam was pouring out your ears at his double standard, “You just took some lad’s eye out for touching me ya damn bastard!”

“He fuckin’ grabbed your arse!” Thomas spat scaring the random passerby who was being too cheeky about listening to your argument.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?” Your husband snapped at the stranger, “Beat it!”

His last exclamation to the pedestrian was met with your joint, “Fuck off!”

Only when you were sure there were no other ears about, you continued on with your quarrel.

“Oh for God’s sake Thomas he grabbed me thigh! Had you given me a moment I would have put him straight! Unlike you who decided to use an ex-whore to provoke me!”

“She’s gone legitimate (Y/n)!” He Defended her, “She deserves a chance to make a livin’”

You rolled your eyes, “And you have to be the one to give it to her eh? Fuck my feelings as long as you can have your cake and eat it too!”

“That’s nice (Y/n) real nice, why didn’t you say somethin’ then if it bothered you so much?”

“I didn’t realize I had to remind you that you’re married Thomas!”

“That’s rich comin’ from you! You had your whole fuckin’ chest out for all of London to see with me ring on ya finger! That’s a bloody reminder if there ever was one!”

God, this man was like smashing your skull against a brick wall. This was literally going nowhere. All he ever did was turn the argument around on you.

You snorted out a humorless chuckle, “I’m done Thomas!”

He barely let you take a step away from him, his large palms holding your small face. His eyes looking into yours as if he could see your very soul in them.

“Do ya love me?” Thomas asked you his voice an octave deeper.

“Of course.” You answered without hesitation, “But that’s not the issue here—”

“What is the issue then?”

“The issue is I don’t know if you love me Thomas!”

He wipes at the tears rolling down cheeks with his thumbs, “Look at me love, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made ya doubt my feelings for you. You’re the only person who could make me lose my sense like I did tonight. I love ya, couldn’t love you anymore if I tried. It’s not easy for me darling, these things don’t come naturally to me. I’m trying—”

Suddenly you felt this heavy Boulder of guilt just sitting on your gut; maybe you overreacted a tad, but as your husband said sentiments don’t come easy to him. You needed him to tell you he loved you every once in a while, you were an affectionate person. You could laugh at how opposing your personalities are.

“I know the war changed ya love,” you said softly affectionately caressing his beautiful cheek bones. “I reckon I was a little hotheaded, but now you know how I feel about your Secretary.”

“No more late nights with her,” he said with his lips to your forehead. “I promise on me new horse.”

You gasped in sarcasm, “you must be entirely serious Tommy.”

“Incredibly,” he pressed a chaste but sweet kiss to your lips, “Also serious about killin’ anyone of those fuckers who put their bastard hands on ya.”

“No one but you Thomas has been able to see me bare.”

“Better keep it that way,” he smiled a little, “Otherwise my hands will be stained with more blood.”

You chuckled in to the deep kiss he gave you. Reveling in the closeness you had missed from your husband.

“I’m not too much of a lady where I won’t fight for me husband,” you admitted softly fingers in his chocolate hair, “But your life will be hell Thomas, you will never have a peaceful life if you do something like this to me again.”

“That’s why I married ya darling.” He smirked and it made your heart slam against your rib cage.

“Oi lovebirds we gotta get movin’!” Arthur called from a little ways up the road.

The look of annoyance on your husband’s face made you giggle, “You’d be lost without your brother my love.”

“Sometimes it’s a pleasant thought,” he replied, “Let’s go my Darling, I have something for you waiting at the house.”

“If it’s your cock I’m not interested,” you jested with a chuckle.

He gave you a small smile, “I’ll keep that in mind next time ya beg fo’ it, it’s a bloody necklace.”

#Peaky Blinders #PEAKY FOOKIN BLINDERS #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders angst #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby angst #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby scenario #tommy shelby imagines #tommy x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine

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vinciwolf · 2 years ago

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Loyalty Pt 8

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, EVENTUAL NSFT, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: the series FINALE, violence, action, fighting, blood, gore, death, cussing, a tiny bit of fluff if you have a magnifying glass.

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in [italics and brackets]; inner thoughts are in italics.

Tags: @deliwrites @ikranwings @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @avatar-lover @justasimps-blog @mechformers @perseny @dakotali @ragingloser @whereireid @whxre-bxby @miscellaneousfantasies @janelongxox @myh3artt @ducks118

You had been trapped in this colorless prison for some time since Miles left. When you had finally recovered enough to stand on two feet, bullet wounds still havocking your body under fitted bandages, you were escorted to a basic cell. During that short walk, you realized that this place was still in fact the SeaDragon.

The tinkling of the lights above annoyed you as you sat in isolation, trying hard not to let the earie silence drive you up the wall. Then you heard a commotion through the ceiling making your head peer up, brow furrowed. There was yelling and screaming muffled by the barrier separating you from the world above. Being in the unknown had your leg bouncing. Your ears picked up a new burst of hollering followed by rapid gunfire. Everything rocked and swayed so hard you needed to catch yourself against the wall. Something big hit the SeaDragon while the uproar continued.

You could hear the metal beams inside the ship protest to the massive weight moving around on the docks until that chaotic presence seemed to finally disappear, giving you momentary relief…until you felt the ship moving. And it was moving abnormally fast. Then you were slung to the other side of the room, air being pushed from your lungs as your body slammed into the wall.

Your whole body curled as you groaned from the pain flooding your abdomen. Lifting your shirt, you peeked to see if any blood drained into your white bandages, but when you found nothing, you sighed that luckily the stitches didn’t bust. Now all you wanted to know was what the hell happened. Was Miles alright? Where was Spider in all this mess? And what the actual fuck hit the ship???

You needed to get out of here, so you got to your feet and looked for anything to use to escape.

You threw a chair into the one-sided mirror but it only shuddered, never breaking. Then you had your fingers trying to pry open the door, only to release with a frustrated scream. You hated this feeling… being helpless… then your mind wandered to Sylway. Shame crept inside you. Nothing you did here, then, or in the future will make things right. Jake is probably dead or about to be…but…

Again! Your mind motivated your sorry ass to get up.

You took the chair and were about to fly it into the door but a noise halted your motion. The door to your cell flew open to reveal a face you thought you’d never see again.

“Neteyam…?” You dropped the chair with a loud thud and grabbed the young warrior into your arms, hugging tightly, smaller arms wrapping around your torso in a brief second of happiness.

You let go to then notice Spider.

“Come here!” you cried, grabbing both boys, glad to see they were alive and safe.

“What the hell happened!?” you asked frantically.

“Oh, that was me,” Spider joked with a beaming smile. “I crashed the ship.”

“And Payakan totally messed up those soldiers too, but we’ll explain more later! Let’s go!” Neteyam waved his hand.

You had a pressing question. “Is your father alive?”

“He’s more than fine!” the young warrior replied proudly.

“Yeah, he kicked some ass out there,” Spider added.

Your chest felt lighter listening to their words, but that was short lived when gunfire erupted, your hand pulling the back of Neteyam’s neck low as you shielded him with your body. Graciously, Eywa provided protection from the bullets by allowing you and the boys to scurry just in time behind some equipment. You couldn’t see where the soldiers were that fired at you, heartrate thumping hard against your breast, getting you even more excited when you saw Lo’ak jump down and, using an automatic rifle, blasted holes through the soldiers who were about to find where you hid.

“Holy shit,” Spider breathed in awe.

“Bro, that was insane!” Neteyam cheered his little brother on.

“We can congratulate ourselves later, move,” you begged only for more soldiers to aim their weapons at you, shooting in your direction.

Your hand grabbed Spider out of the way as you watched Neteyam and Lo’ak jump into the safety of the moonpool unharmed, but you were still ensnared by the rage of bullets devastating the environment, unable to dive into the water. So close, yet so fucking far.

“(Y/N)! This way!” the kid shouted, finding a tiny opening amongst the ship’s cargo and smaller vessels.

Following the nimble human, you barely made it away from the chaos only to stumble upon the decks below to witness something more sinister than just armed men.

Ardmore was in her Skel Suit with all the remaining Recoms at attention. The only ones who were missing were Miles and Lyle. Feeling a shift in your gut, there was something about that woman you still couldn’t quite narrow down. Then her voice echoed off the steal walls and gripped your soul, hair standing on your neck.

"As you know, the Colonel has gone soft on me. He's become feral, erratic. His methods are questionable, testing my patience... and trust. On the docks, we were hit by a Tulkun and ambushed by the hostiles, losing countless including a few Recombinants. The captain is still MIA, and the kid the Colonel allowed to be his pet has crashed the ship. This is all becoming one great mess. I've lost faith that he can get the job done, so I'm switching things up. I no longer trust Project Phoenix. I can no longer put my faith in beings that can evolve to become disloyal. As of this moment, I'm retiring the Deja Blu Team."

Your brow pinched together at the General’s last statement, then worried eyes shot to Prager who bravely stepped forward out of line.

“Sir, we’ve been nothing but loyal. You gonna put us on kitchen duty when our Colonel has Sully in his sights!? We’re so close to finishing this!”

It was as if his words fell on ears stuffed with cotton, as an annoyed Ardmore lifted her metallic arm with a huff “—just shut up—” and shot Prager through the forehead.

His body fell limp onto the floor with a crunch as his hallowed skull cracked from the force.

“No!!!” Z-dog shouted before her brains spitted out her skull.

The rest of the Recoms were executed the same way, bodies toppling over. Mansk was shot through the back of his head by a soldier he didn’t see coming. Now his black sunglasses splintered from the hole that gaped where his eye should be. Spider almost made a noise before you caught him in a hug, diverting his eyes from the massacre.

Shocked, your ears turned flat in horror at what you just saw.

Prager

Fucking Prager you shared a stupid kiss with in the half-finished, half-assed Recom issued barracks.

Everyone was dead….

"We need to go," you whispered to the kid, who you felt was shaking.

He peered up and softly nodded his head ‘ok’ before you were making your way to find somewhere to exit this ship of growing nightmares. But as you were sneaking behind crates and various machinery, your tail happened to be so cruel by accidently hitting a metal barrel, disturbing the air with a low vibration.

A soldier spotted you and bellowed, “Na’vi!”

"Run!" You pushed Spider forward away from a thwack of bullets that shot through the metal beams close by, clanking and sparking as they ricocheted.

You were too big to be agile, as the space around you dwindled from the encroaching soldiers following closely behind, limiting the places where you could escape to. But Spider wasn’t challenged, slipping easily past all the works and nooks making you happy that he could get away.

"Come on!" He shouted, an encouraging hand waving for you to follow.

“Shit!” You spat as you ran and dodged what you could, feeling your skin burst open on your arm as a bullet grazed through the tissue.

When you managed to find cover, leaning your back against a wall, you frantically looked around for Spider, who you had lost in the skirmish.

Fuck!

You had to keep moving, so you said a quick prayer before pealing yourself off the wall, holding your bleeding arm, and climbing up a stairwell to the upper deck. The breeze was a small relief allowing you to catch a break for your fatigued lungs, until you heard the click of a rifle. Slowly, you faced the source of the noise and saw Lyle. His focus was serious, gun unshaken.

“Lyle…” you said carefully.

“You killed them,” his voice broke.

Your hand dug into your arm as you tried to stop the bleeding slipping through your fingers, lifting the other in your defense before you argued pleadingly, “I haven’t had a weapon since my capture and if I did, why the fuck would I kill my friends!?”

You could see the falter in the Corporal’s eyes despite his finger never leaving the trigger.

“Please…Ardmore…she…”

That seemed to cause Lyle’s chest to heave strongly as he made his judgement, shaking his chin as he didn’t want to believe your words. But before he could lay his bullets in you, something massive hit the ship again, sending you flying overboard into the water.

You pried your soaked self out of the waves, spitting the sea from your mouth. The rocks under your hands were slippery as you made your way up the wet surface. Then the sky began to dim, eclipse creating a crescent of light as the planets slowly shut out the sun. Looking over to the SeaDragon, the damage was severe. Smoke rose from the engines with fire beginning to engulf the framework. That was when you noticed a Tulkun carrying away Lo'ak and Neteyam by the fin. They were alive. They were safe…but you still couldn't see Spider anywhere.

You hissed when the pain in your arm rang through your muscle, pulsating hot, making you take your eyes off the Sully boys and onto your pierced skin. Tugging off your shirt, baring your torso save for a sports bra and soaked bandages, you wrapped your arm, using your teeth to tug and secure the fabric tightly. A groan reverberated through your lungs at the bruising pull around your arm, blood slowing to a trickle, but your moment of exhaustion diminished when your eyes fell onto the demon that brought you so much agony.

You glared through your brow watching Ardmore before eyes widened when you saw what she had in her grip. A glimpse of Spider’s blonde locks startled you.

No…

He struggled and yanked in her hold being tugged along roughly until they walked out of view.

You couldn’t let the General live another day, even if it meant that this night could be your last, you wanted her dead. Gathering your rage and picking yourself up on shaky legs, you dived back into the ocean.

Night was here and you were ready to hunt.

Eywa give me strength.

Emerging from the water with careful silence, you climbed into death’s mouth. Bodies littered the SeaDragon deck, one catching your attention. It was Ja. Patting through his clothes, you found a sizable knife. Continuing over the mess, fire blazed around you so warm that your skin cooked under the heat. Everything was loud and chaotic as the whole ship screamed while its framework and gears broke apart. This had you thrilled, even feeling blessed, because you knew Ardmore couldn’t get away.

Then you came upon a distant clanking echo. As you advanced toward the sound, you saw the dark outline of a small body. Fidgeting with his restraints, Spider was tied to a railing. He grunted and swore under his breath until he noticed you running to him.

“No! It’s a trap!” Your knife sliced through the orange handcuffs as he shouted.

You didn’t listen, more focused on being glad that he was live, a little scratched, but alive, briefly kissing his fuzzy hair. Then Ardmore sprang from above out of the shadows with a roar, spear colliding with the metal floor where you once kneeled, dodging her attack thanks to your better hearing.

“Spider, GO!” you yelled. “NOW!!!”

Without hesitation, he listened and dashed away, jumping into the black sea with flashlight in hand.

The General adjusted herself in her Skel Suit, straightening her form, gripping hard against a double-bladed spear. It looked custom made for killing larger pray…for killing Na’vi.

“I was hoping for Jake, but you’ll do. Either way, they’ll come…one for his whore, the other to kill,” she taunted.

Lifting the hand that held Ja’s knife, your fangs bared themselves followed by a low, vicious hiss as you challenged the tiny human needing a metal skeleton to match your strength. The fingers wrapped around the handle of your blade readjusted and curled tighter preparing, your other hand balling into a fist in front of you as counterbalance.

“I’m gonna butcher you…then when I’m done, I’ll kill your whole family starting with that little brat!” Ardmore seethed.

With the wrath of a taronyu, a mother, a mate, you barreled toward the enemy, Sylway’s spirit making your legs bolt fast like you were flying.

Spider gasped and propelled his legs and arms to keep him afloat, clambering onto some rocks. Laying down on his back, he could feel the rapid pulse of his heartbeat in his stomach.

"Spider!" Miles cried out.

The kid shot up. Finally, someone who wasn’t trying to kill him.

"Are you alright!?” The Recom searched the boy for any wounds.

“(Y/N)! She’s alive! Ardmore! It was her! She—she—! Prager’s dead—they’re all dead! She killed them all!” Spider stammered, still recovering from the tiring swim.

"What the hell are you saying, kid!?"

Gulping down some more air, Spider yelled, “Ardmore killed them! Mansk, Z-dog, Prager, Lopez! (Y/N) is still on the ship—she got between me and Ardmore so I could get away! She’s gonna die!”

Miles ground his teeth. Everything he lived for, everything he was told to be, the human legacy of Quaritch he was meant to preserve, felt bitter and alien. The Recombinants were commodified and expendable. Miles shook his head, patting his vest to see how much ammo he had left to find nothing, so he unsheathed his blade and took a deep breath.

Focus.

“Spider, where is she?” he asked firmly.

“She’s on the weld deck, near the moonpool.”

Spider’s eyes filled with concern as he noticed the calculating look that Miles was giving the distance, watching the burning SeaDragon. From where the Recom stood there was movement in the distance that directed his attention from the ship, over the black ocean, to a small cluster of boulders. Jake and his family huddled together recovering from the battle. A bold and stupid idea formed in the Recom’s mind.

“You’re crazy…” the kid said honestly, a little fearful.

“You got any better ideas,” he responded.

After a brief swim, Spider and Miles came upon a stretch of rocks that would be their pathway to approaching the Sully family. The kid went ahead to be a friendly face before the Recom would expose himself to whatever anger Jake and his wife held toward him. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t terrified, heart pounding in his chest at this insane move.

“He’s what—!?” Jake yelled at the kid.

Then Neytiri hissed, drawing her bow, as Miles made his way very carefully over the slippery rocks, palms empty in the air.

“Wait!” Spider pleaded.

Jake stepped forward with rifle pointed.

“Take one step closer—!” he warned.

Keeping his hands up, Miles breathed a little slower, finding the right words.

“I need your help. They have (Y/N).” His tail curved down, slightly tucking between his leg, hearing the clinking of the rifle trigger ready to fire through him any second.

Worry in her eyes, Neytiri’s ears curved back before she turned her head at her mate. Hearing that you were in danger, after too long being separated, made her want to run and kill every single human who dared touch you. She wanted you home.

Tuk whimpered your name, hugging a little tight around Kiri. The rest of the Sully children’s faces etched with fear for your wellbeing.

“You can kill me when this is over…just please…save her…help me save her,” Miles steadily begged.

“Why the hell do you care about someone you held hostage for months!?” Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Because he loves her…” Kiri’s soft voice spoke up.

The small comment from his daughter had Jake looking back at her and then to Miles, studying the way the Recom’s eyes fell shut with his lips tightening, almost afraid to hear the words that bound him to you spoken aloud.

Neytiri shot a look at Miles. Jake only released some air with a subtly of irony playing at the edge of his lips. He must’ve truly looked like a demon from where he held his hands up in the shadows. The only source of light on him was the burning flames of the SeaDragon reflecting off his shiny skin that appeared navy in the dim light. Spider then stood in the space between Jake and the Recom.

“Saving her life, that’s all that matters,” the boy added.

“Dad…” Kiri placed a small hand on her father’s shoulder, head tilting as she studied the Recom.

There was something in those eyes of the young Na’vi Miles couldn’t quiet place. She could see the change in him. She understood what he needed from Jake.

“Then let’s get it done,” Jake answered.

Your one lid swelled over your eye, covering your vision. You had fought hard, dodging the General’s attacks until she had managed to slice through your calf that made it difficult to move. Then she had you under her, using her metal hands to punch your face until you submitted, mouth filling with blood and staining your teeth.

Legs long collapsed from fatigue, you slouched against the pole your hands were currently locked together around. Your ear perked up when you heard the whirring of Ardmore’s Skel Suit as she steadied herself behind you. Her men stood guard anxious. All they had to do was wait.

“They’ll come…one for his whore, the other to kill.” Her words played inside your head over and over, making you grind your jaw tightly as the blood from your nose and forehead dripped over your face.

Then you heard screaming in the distance.

The killing had begun.

Ardmore motioned for her men to advance and fight, leaving fewer soldiers at her disposal. You smiled weakly, teeth red, thinking it funny how she’d run out of men sooner or later in her desperation to weed out Jake from the darkness.

Eventually, only five men stood with the General, ready to piss themselves.

Your heart beat faster when you saw Miles tossing a dead man aside as he approached the weld deck, blood speckled along his skin and face.

“Hold your fire!” Ardmore vocalized.

The Recom halted his stride, knife in hand dripping with blood.

“You betrayed me, Colonel.”

The only response Miles gave to the General’s comment was with a swipe from the back of his wrist over his dirty mouth, cleaning the gore off his face.

“I know you’re infatuated with this one—” she yanked your head back by the braid causing you to whine “—now all I must do is wait. You came for her…Jake will come for you. Hell, I might even get a kick watching you two fight.”

“Anyone who still has an ounce of self-preservation left in them: RUN.” Miles’ tone was stern and commanding over the blistering air, sparks flying from the crumbling debris.

It was funny how title and rank meant nothing when the odds stacked unevenly against selfish men. The remaining soldiers that stood around the General fled for their lives, believing in their own best interest before sacrificing themselves for a lost cause.

“Get back here!” Ardmore screamed, but it was too late. She was alone.

Miles then took a step.

“Don’t test me!” she seethed.

The sting of a blade pressed firmly into your throat as your head was held back uncomfortably by the lone woman’s metallic grip on your hair. But then the presence of the knife left you neck unexpectedly, only for your eyes to widen as you felt your braid being pulled taut.

You felt the whole world still, your whole body frozen.

Ardmore placed her blade at the underside of your braid near your scalp.

“If I don’t get to have Jake, you don’t get to have her,” the woman heckled.

“Just kill her!” you yelled, head painfully tugged when you spoke.

“Stop!” Jake hollered as he hurtled himself over some cargo. “Let her go, and you can have me!”

“We can do this another way!” Miles shouted at him,

“Do you love her or not!?”

The Recom was taken aback before he realized his pause.

“Yes, I do,” he answered evenly.

An arrow shot through Ardmore from behind. She stumbled forward, letting your hair go, gasping as she peered down at the massive arrow head stuck through her chest. Then another sliced into her body, this time causing her to completely lose control of her footing and faceplant into the deck. Her blood pooled under her while she took her last breath.

Neytiri jogged into the light, hissing at the dead body, before turning to you and cutting your restraints with her knife. You were weak, falling into her arms. She hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, Great Mother!” she praised.

Finding enough strength to stand with the aid of your sister, you found yourself pushing away from Neytiri gently as your feet shuffled you to your mate.

Miles grabbed hold of you tightly with a hand cradling the back of your head. You cried into his chest. He found your lips and kissed you repeatedly before picking you up and carrying you away.

He had you.

You were safe.

It was over.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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One Shot Smut Challenge

Making a Change - Robert Fischer X WifexReader One Shot

Your year long marriage to Robert Fischer feels completely one sided. To the point you're not sure if you feel it's worth it anymore...

Warning - Smut - Breeding Kink - Innocence Kink - semi public sex

Requested by @canpillowscry

He was never home.

And when he was? He was on the phone, or an online meeting. Filing paperwork. Signing document after document.

He promised you when he married you that he'd take a step back, but you'd been married a year and it still hadn't happened.

You had finished work yourself an hour ago, and pulled into the driveway of your home in the Hamptons 30minutes earlier. You didn't have to work, and your friends told you this regularly, but you'd always been fiercely independent. When you met him at the tender age of 13 you had big dreams of being a doctor. After you and your mother nearly died in a nasty car accident when you were six, you were in awe of the doctors and nurses taking care of you both and your dream was to join them. Helping others the way you were helped - it was your way of paying it forward.

As for the house full of kids you'd spoken about as lovestruck teenagers? Well, frankly you wondered if he had ever had 'the talk' as a kid... If he had, he should know that having a baby is next to impossible when half of the ingredients required were never fucking available...

Graduating from medical school when you were 25, Robert was the first one to greet you off the podium. His smile full of pride in his girl - so much so he proposed to you at the graduation party your parents held for you that evening - getting down on one knee with his mother's ring in front of everyone during his speech. Within the year you became Mrs YN Fischer, moved into a house in the Hamptons, bagged a job at Stony Brook Southampton Hospital's children's ward... All you wanted now was a family of your own.

You could hear him in his office on the phone and quietly opened the door. Walking in with a coffee, you placed it on his desk.

"Thank you," he mouthed, before returning to his call.

You don't even know what you were expecting, but you resigned yourself to the fact that was all you were getting after being out of the house since 5am and left him to it.

Heading to the kitchen, you started preparing dinner, tears biting the backs of your eyes as you chopped vegetables, thinking back to the conversation you had with him two months earlier. The conversation that changed everything between you.

Flashback

"Saw my mum on my lunch break today," you said, walking in from work.

"How is she?" He asked, putting his book down and, as always, giving you his undivided attention.

"Same as usual. Asked when we're going to give her grandchildren," you chuckled, settling on his lap as you always did.

"Ooh, a mini version of you running around? I'm not sure I could cope YN..." He grinned, kissing your lips and stroking over your thighs.

"We'd have you wrapped around our little fingers."

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

"What?"

"Having a baby?"

"You want to?"

"How about we stop taking the pill - we can just see what happens?"

You smiled - an ear to ear smile that could've lit up the entire country, and the deal was done. You came off the pill the next day.

Present Day

Only... He hadn't touched you since. You'd tried initiating intimacy, only for him to roll over and complain he was tired, or had a headache, or had to be up early for work. Frankly, you'd given up trying after a month of nothing, and you felt worthless. You wondered if you'd done something wrong... It was his idea to try for a baby after all, and now he was pushing you away like it was suddenly the worst idea in the world...

The following day, you took the afternoon off and headed to the offices of Fischer Morrow with the intention of telling Robert you were going to stay with your sister for a few days.

Walking into his office on the top floor, his bimbo secretary, Melinda, gave you a fake smile and told you to take a seat while she called to see if "Robbie" was available. The woman always made you feel like shit - legs longer than yours, hair glossier than yours, and she had always had a soft spot for your husband. She waved you through after giving you another fake smile, looking you up and down, and you walked into his office, closing the door behind you and sitting on the chair by his desk.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"I'm going to my sister's for a few days."

"Why? Is she okay?"

"She's fine."

"Then I don't understand..."

Something inside snapped - two months of pent up frustration came tumbling out of you with a slam of your hands on the desk, making him jump.

"And therein lies the problem, Robert." He looked at you with wide eyes - in nearly 12 years together, you only ever called him Robert if he'd really fucked up.. and he was at least sensible enough to stay completely silent while you let all of your feelings out in one breath. You didn't shout - conscious of Melinda probably listening through the door, ready to be his shoulder to cry on at the slightest sniff of the two of you having an argument.

"You're right," he said, simply, when you'd finished and caught a breath or three.

"What?!"

"I said you're right. I've been distant ever since, and I've not.. I've not wanted to have sex because... Because I didn't want to get you pregnant," he hung his head and looked to the floor and your heart fell. Slammed into the floor he was looking at, and it broke. And with it, so did the barrier that was stopping two months of tears in your eyes. A deep sob left your chest, your hand flew to your mouth, you felt sick... And he was on his knees at your side in seconds.

"Wait... No, that's.. let me explain, please?" The look in his eyes was panic - pure panic.

"I don't know what more you could possibly add to that," you choked, recoiling from him.

"It's not that I don't want a baby with you, I do... I want a hockey team full of kids running around, playing both of us off against each other, racing in the garden on go karts and driving us both completely and utterly insane," he was squeezing your thighs gently, his eyes locked on yours and you felt yourself calm.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I'm dissolving the company."

"You're what?"

"Actually, I've already started it..."

"Bobby?!"

"That's why I've been distant... there's so much paperwork involved. And I needed to make sure the company was taken care of, and that we'd be financially stable, and I'd be around to be a father. To be the father my dad wasn't."

The way his voice trailed off broke your heart. Maurice was a good man, a good boss, and a strong person... But he was never around when Bobby was a child. Always out working, or holed up in his office with the door locked.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Deadly serious. I want to take our kids to see the world - to experience everything life has to offer. I want to go back to college and get that environmental law degree Dad wouldn't let me get. I want to use my wealth for something good, something that will actually make a difference. I can do that in law, I can take big corporations down for the damage they're doing and help make changes that will effect our kids, and our grandkids."

The way his eyes shone as he spoke, the slight turn up of his lips as he smiled dreamily about his plans, and the mention of grandkids... You felt like you were falling for him all over again. You leaned down to him, pressing your lips against his in a loving kiss - one he easily reciprocated. His hands either side of your face, the kiss quickly becoming hungry and heated.

"YN..." He gasped between kisses, pulling your blouse off your chest in one fierce movement taking you by surprise.

"Bobby, Melinda is right next door?!"

"Remember the first time I fucked you in this office, back when I first took over?" He unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to his knees, ignoring your concerns.

His hands pulled your skirt up around your waist and your panties down your legs, lifting your body effortlessly onto his desk. You nodded - remembering it clearly, and your core throbbing at the thought of a repeat performance.

"I had you over my desk after everyone left for the weekend, and you still stayed quiet as a mouse, didn't you?"

You nodded.

"Not this time, Mrs Fischer..." His fingers brushed over your clit making you flinch and gasp.

"This time, you, my beautiful, sexy, perfect wife... This time I want you to make sure Melinda knows exactly what's happening in this room..." His fingers pressed onto your clit, rolling little circles over it. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, his head shaking side to side.

"No no, that won't do.. I want to hear those pretty little moans. Those sexy little whimpers of my name as you cum over my fingers." Those fingers were now inside you, sliding in and out, finding that spongey little spot with expert precision.

"Bobby..."

"Shh... It's okay, I know you're shy. My pretty little lady, my beautiful wife, you don't need to be shy with me," he groaned as he felt your walls contract around his fingers.

You could stifle your moans as his fingers worked you. He took your hand and led it to the hard bulge in his boxer shorts - you stroked over it eagerly, feeling it throb and pulse under your fingertips. His lips were by your ear, little breathless pants against your skin sending fire to your core.

"Stroke it harder for me, that's it, you know how I like it don't you..."

"Yes Bobby..." Your hand squeezed the tip of his cock through his shorts, a loud grunt coming from his chest with each touch.

"That's it, give that little slut next door a taste of the man she'll never have - let her know exactly how good my fingers are... And I'll put a baby in you right now over my desk..." You couldn't stop the waves of pleasure if you tried - your walls clenching as you came with a cry of his name - his fingers and hand coated in your juices.

Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, she definitely heard you. Hell, the whole building could've heard you... But his kisses against your blushes eased the burn.

"That's my girl.. my wife. So cute when you blush honey," he was grinning now, pulling down his boxer shorts and lining himself up against your entrance.

"Aren't you going to lock the door?" You asked, glancing behind him.

"Nope," He chuckled, slamming home with one solid thrust. Your legs clamped around his waist, your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh through his shirt.

His hips slammed into you so hard the solid oak desk was loudly creaking under you. He leaned you back to get the angle he knew you needed, and his assault on your pussy was relentless. Your mouth hung open, breathy gasps and pants as he pounded into you.

"Let me hear how good you feel honey, nice and loud for me..."

"Oh fuck... Bobby right there... Don't stop!" His hands linked with yours, holding you in the slightly tilted angle, and the fire in his blue eyes was sending you perilously close to the edge.

"You want this so bad don't you angel? Want my cum inside you, breeding that tight little pussy? Making you cum so hard, you're gonna see stars aren't you?"

"Fuck yes... Fill me up baby, fuck a baby into me, make me yours!"

"You're already mine sweet girl, all mine..."

Your head flung back with the force of your second orgasm, coating his cock with your juices, but he wasn't close to being done with you. Two months of no intimacy, he wanted to make this last.

Pulling you off the desk, he carried you, still buried deep, over to the wall connecting his office to Melinda's. Slamming you against it, his hands now under your ass as he slammed up into you hard and fast.

"Got one more for me before I fill you up?" He asked, his lips millimetres from yours, feeling your hot breath against his lips as you nodded.

"I better had, Mr Fischer..."

"Scream my name when you do - I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good..."

The wall had to be shaking - regardless of how solid it was. You were certain there was a bookcase the other side of it and the thought of it creaking behind that skank's desk turned you on no end.

"Bobby... Oh fuck Bobby..."

"That's it.. god I love feeling you cum on my cock YN.."

You came again with another cry of his name.

"I'm gonna cum... Gonna fill you up, breed my beautiful wife.. you're gonna look so fucking hot carrying my baby YN.. round and full... Ahh fuck yes..." Three hard slams deep inside you, his cock releasing his seed against your walls, coating them with thick ropes of white.

His thrusts stopped, and he caught his breath with his face buried between your breasts. Still sealed within your lace white bra, he kissed over what wasn't covered tenderly.

"These are gonna get even bigger, and so fucking sensitive," he grinned, gently biting your nipple under the fabric.

"Bite them like that when they do and you won't see them Mr..."

Ten minutes later, once you were both redressed, he led you out of his office, taking the afternoon off with you to head home and back to bed for the rest of the day. As you walked through, both of you chuckled watching a blushing Melinda put books and ornaments back on the bookcase behind her desk.

"Hey Mel, can you block any calls for the rest of today please?" Robert asked before you both left.

"You have to make a decision on the deal with Sakito Finance this afternoon Robbie!" She whined, putting the last book back and checking the diary.

"Mr Fischer gave you his orders Melinda," you smiled, linking your fingers with his. She gave you the once over, making your blood boil, but Robert gripped your hand tight.

"I have more important things to be making this afternoon than deals, Melinda."

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