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aemondwhoresworld · 7 months ago

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SOUVENIR

pairing: cregan stark x fem!reader

summary: what will happen when lord stark's wife or maybe his son, reckon found a souvenir from his old lover?

warning: minor angst, jealousy, mention of an ex-lover, use of y/n, cregan is a single dad, y/n’s lord stark second wife

word-count: 1k

mae: english is not my native language, please forgive my lag of grammar. i do use google for a translation, if any reader could help me fix some of the grammar or vocab, that would be great and i’m very appreciate it!! 🤗⭐️ this is my first fic, please forgive me if i made any mistake. i might delete soon (idk if rhis was too flop 🤗)

you and Cregan have been weds for 36 moons. although you are Cregan's second wife, Cregan has always treated you with nothing but respect, love that every lady wife deserve that affection from their lord husband, even when you know that the betroth between you and him are duty, beneficial for both houses but you cannot help but falling for him more and more. the begin of the 5 moons into your marriage life, both admitted you had feelings for the other.

right now, in the middle of winter season in Winterfell, sitting in front of the fireplace inside your and Cregan's chambers, with your favorite book open in your hand along with all the thoughts of those sweet moment that you have had with Cregan and Rickon.

“mommy, mommy look what i found” even you are not his real mom, Rickon still always call you mommy. Rickon's clear voice pulled you out of those thoughts and immediately all your attention is on Rickon holding a handkerchief in his hand, you take it from Rickon's little hands and ask

“oh what did you find Rickon, can you show it to me?” you asked softly, the boy also nodded in agreement, opened the handkerchief and you immediately saw that there were seams and very skillful embroidery inside, and of course this handkerchief did not belong to you because you had no memory of embroidering a handkerchief to give to Cregan as a gift before or not from what you remeber

when you look a bit closer at the embroidered lines, its shape resembles a man and woman, hands in hands. at this moment, you immediately recognize the male figure in the scarf is Cregan because of the Stark family's signature scarf and then when you look at women figure, you wonder who is the girl standing next to your husband?

but then a small knock on your chambers door interupted

“my lady, Lord Cregan Stark wants to meet you in the dining hall,” said the maid, Anza. before the Anza can leave the chambers, you called for her and asked about the handkerchief.

“Anza, do you know who is standing next to my husband in this embroidered scarf?” you gently asked while pointing at the embroidery. when Anza didn't answer your question, you turned to look at her with curious eyes.

"what’s up? is there something i shouldn't know about?”

“no, my lady,” she continued, “if you really want to know, i’ll tell you.”

“then just tell me then” you said

“my lady, it's Lady Celess Ashwood. an interest lover of Lord Stark.”

hearing this, you were a bit disappointed, but you had to regain your composure, stand up and tell Anza to take Rickon back his chambers because it was time for him to rest. you walked out of your shared chamber, went straight to the dining hall where Cregan was already sitting there and waiting for you, all the way from your chamber to the dining hall, holding that handkerchief in your hand with lots and lots of thoughts running through your mind

does he really love you?

or is it because he still misses his past lover?

there are so many thoughts that make you go to the dining hall without even knowing when, with a handkerchief in your hand.

“y/n” Cregan stood up, walked towards you with a gentle smile on his face, Cregan's hands gently hugged your waist, then he bowed down his head and gave a kiss on your forehead, a kiss filled with love.

“Cregan” you said and gently leaned into Cregan's hug. then you asked him

“who is Celess Ashwood?” Cregan was a bit surprised when he heard this name, its been awhile since he last heard this name but he calmly answered

“how do you know this name?” Cregan asked you with a warm voice, his toned arms still not leaving your waist. still holding onto you tightly like he was afraid that if he let go you would be blown away by the cold, strong winds of Winterfell.

“please, cregan answer my question first.”

“Celess is…” he hesitated a bit, as if he didn't want to say it

“Celess is someone i once had feelings for, someone i once loved.”

“so you still miss her? that’s why you didn't want to say it, right, my Lord Stark?" You asked Cregan with a slightly disappointed voice, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes

“please call me Cregan, we are man and wife there are need to call me that” he continue

“and no, i don't want to mention it, not because i don't want you to know, but because i think it's not important anymore. now i have you and Rickon by my side, that is my first priority.”

“then why did you still keep this handkerchief?” you continue to ask him

"i didn't keep it, love. i thought i lost it so i had no intention of finding it again."

after hearing Cregan say that, you can’t say that your moods change completly but atleast you felt relieve when you learned that your suspicions about his loyalty were completely wrong.

“well, i forgave you my husband but unfortunately for you, Rickon is the one who found it and gave it to me.”

“oh my son, Rickon is always on your’s side. i pray to the Seven one day you will gave me a daughter” Cregan joked, then pulled you in a tight embrace. then you ask

“so you have to quickly plant your seed inside me, hopefully the Seven might heard your pray sooner or later, my dear husband.” at this point, you could only laugh, only now did you pay attention to it. the dining table in the dining hall was filled with food and Cregan let you out of that warm hug

“but before we start to try and bring another baby Stark into this Winterfell, we must have to to eat first, my dear y/n.”

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aemondapologistfrfr · 6 days ago

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Let Everyone Hear

king!aegon x niece!wife!reader

Combined Anon Requests - this is our group effort to bring you our beloved king egg

Summary: A look into what an average day is like being married to Aegon. Nothing and nowhere is off limits as you both let your pleasure guide you around the city and Keep.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, masturbation(m+f), face riding, oral(f+m), fingering, public - more often than not :), exhibitionism, p in v, daddy kink but not super prominent, spanking, breeding kink like a touch

Authors Note: they match each other freak so yeah this is filthy ! - also sorry this took me so long but i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🤗💞

Word Count: 4.3k

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You knew from the moment you saw Aegon stroking his cock out his window when you two were teens this marriage would be anything but normal. He spotted you and waved and you looked away before running into the Keep. When you started up the stairs he stopped you and spouted some half apology before leading you through the halls. The things that came out of his mouth sent a furious blush to your face and left a warmth between your legs.

You listened to everything he said and when he offered to show you pleasure you were sure your cheeks were on fire. He simply kissed your lips and scooted you into your chambers saying he would see you later. Your mother assured you it would be fine and your handmaidens would gossip and giggle with you about everything they knew of pleasure.

Aegon was sure he scared you off but he couldn’t help himself. The second he found out you two were betrothed he thanked Gods for blessing him. He slowly coaxed you to open up to him and to his surprise, the week before you wed you asked him to take you to a pleasure house and after that night you became more of a pleasure feind than him.

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Every morning you and Aegon have the same routine. Whoever wakes up first fills the empty wine glasses on the side table and then wakes the other. This morning Aegon wakes first and pours overflowing cups before pulling the blankets down your body. He trails his hand up your body and leans down and takes your lips.

“Wake up.” he presses his lips across your face as you softly groan and reach around.

“Mm,” you whine. “Where’s your cock?” you grab his face and work down from there.

“No cheating.” he chuckles and gets back into bed.

“Why can’t we just change it to touching each other?” you roll over and open your eyes to watch him stroke himself.

“You just wanna change it because you keep losing.” he’s already jerking his hips up.

“Well you’re cheating now.” you push his hand away before bringing your hand between your thighs. “You're not making it fair.” your words are already breathy as you circle your bud.

“Tell me when you want me to start. I don’t mind watching you play with your little cunny.” he grins and props himself up to watch your movements. He watches you dip two fingers into your core and turn to him with lidded eyes.

“Aegon,” you whine, bucking your hips up.

“You keep crying my name like that and I’ll come without even touching my cock.” he chuckles at your sigh.

“Then go.” he watches you speed up your fingers and he grabs his cock once more. “Fuck,” he hisses as he starts to fist himself quickly.

“Yes,” you whimper, bringing your other hand down to circle your bud. “Mm,” you turn and look at Aegon who is staring at your hands and with a low groan his come is coating his hands already.

“I win.” he pants, slowly stroking himself.

“Yeah but you come if I even look in your direction.” you purse your lips as he pulls your hands away.

“Well I want my prize now.” he smirks and starts pulling you on top of him. “Sit on my face. Let’s go. Your King is getting impatient.” he smacks your ass causing you to jolt forward.

“Do not start with the ‘Your King’ stuff this early.” you settle your knees on either side of his face and look down at him.

“Mm, but your King treats you so well in the morning.” he licks up your slit and you bite your lip to hold back your moans. “Don’t you dare keep your sounds from me.” he spanks you once more. “You say you lose every morning like it’s some punishment to come on my face before you start your day.” he shakes his head and pulls your hips down to his mouth.

His mouth encases your bud and he quickly flicks his tongue against it. You start to rock your hips against him and he moans looking up at you playing with your nipples. He lets out a frustrated groan as you continue to keep your mouth shut and pulls you down even closer. “Aegon,” it's soft but he heard it and it spurs him on even more.

He lifts your hips up and slams two fingers into you causing you to fall forward onto the headboard. He chuckles when your wetness coats his hand and he lifts up to start licking at your bud once more. “Fuck, my King.” he pushes his fingers in even faster making the only sound in your shared chambers your wetness and soft moans.

“Yes, I’m- mm, Aegon,” you pant before falling apart on his face. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you watching your grip loosen on the wooden headboard. “I don’t think it’s a punishment,” you look down at him with lidded eyes. “I just really like sucking your cock.” you pout, getting off his face and collapsing back into bed.

“I will never tell you no.” he pulls you to his lips.

“Get me my wine.” you mumble against him.

“Of course, my Queen.” he hands you your glass. “You think I can lick your cunny again?” he starts to scoot down the bed.

“You have a council meeting.” you brush your fingers through his hair.

“We have a council meeting.” he corrects and leans into your hand.

“My Gods must you drag me with?” you drain your cup and let it fall to the floor.

“It’s our duty.” he pulls your legs over his shoulders.

“It’s your duty.” you glare down at him.

“But I like when you come with me.” he kisses the side of your thigh. “Please?” he pouts. “Please?” he kisses your bud.

“Fine.” you sigh and he pulls you against his mouth once more making sure you’re fully satisfied to get through this meeting.

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You’re sitting with your head in your hands as some Lord on Aegon's council drones on. Aegon has your chair pulled directly next to his and his hand is gripped tightly onto your thigh. He spins the marble ball on the wood and sighs before motioning for the man to get to the point. You push yourself back in your chair and look up at the ceiling sighing.

“Might you get me some wine?” you turn to Aegon with a soft pout.

“Yes of course.” he scrapes his chair against the stone and walks to the table with the wine. He pours the cup and walks it back to you and you look up at him with a smile. “Thank you, daddy.” you accept the cup knowing you’re soon to get what you want. You smile when he freezes before he takes his seat again.

“Come here.” he says lowly and you turn to him tilting your head.

“I’m right here.” you whisper back.

“If you’re gonna call me daddy you’re gonna sit in my lap.” he hums content when a small flush rises to your cheeks. Your chair is next to scrape against the stone as you stand and he pulls you onto his lap. “That's my good girl.” he settles his hands on your waist. “Continue.” he gestures to his council who is all staring down at the table.

You squirm in his lap as he starts to pull up your skirts. His rings send shivers down your spine as his fingers sliding up your thighs. You have no care for the councilors at the table when a small whine escapes when his fingers find your wetness. You lean against the table as he starts to play with your cunny. You hear a Lord stutter over his words as Aegon lifts you and fully bends you over the table.

“Go wait in the hall.” he waves his hand and everyone is shuffling down the stairs and shutting the door quickly. “Or would you have preferred an audience?” he pushes his chair back and lifts your skirts.

“Anything you want. I just need your cock now.” you look over your shoulder at him. He’s quickly unlacing his trousers and fisting his cock before sliding his tip around your wetness. He slowly pushes in and groans at the warmth. “Thank you.” you whine, clawing at the wood.

“My sister might hate me but she birthed you just for me. I think you were made just for my cock, you take it so fucking well.” he grunts before he starts slamming into you. “Hugging daddy’s cock so nicely.” he leans over you pressing you against the table.

“Mm,” you whine as your cheek is squished against the table. “More, more, faster,” he chuckles at your pleas and starts to pound into you.

“You know they’re all out there listening to this cunny getting fucked by me?” he pulls your hair and lifts your head letting your moans begin to echo off the walls. “Say ‘thank you, daddy, my King.’ Let them hear.” he grunts feeling you squeeze around him.

“Tha- Aegon,” you squeak and his palm lands on your ass harshly.

“That’s not what I said.” he grits through his teeth.

“Thank you,” you pant breathlessly. “Thank you, daddy.” you whine as your pleasure is about to snap. “My-my King, thank you,” you gasp and let your head fall to the table as you come around him.

“That’s my good girl.” he smirks and hammers into you. “Gonna fill this cunny and call them back in here. They’ll all know you’re leaking with my seed.” he smacks your ass once more before he fills you.

“Thank you.” you hum as he slowly pulls out. “Thank you.” you whine when he pulls down your skirts and pulls you back and you both claim his seat once more. You’re perched on his lap with flushed cheeks as you bring your wine to your mouth.

“Come,” he calls loudly to the door. “Let’s finish this meeting.” Aegon smiles as the door groans open. The councilors filter back in and take their seats once more. They avoid looking anywhere but at the marble ball in front of them as the meeting continues to drag on.

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Aegon has come up with ten different ways you both could sneak out of the dining hall to avoid hearing all of the petitions. At every exit you both try a guard comes around the corner and escorts you back into the hall. You both drag your feet as you’re both next escorted to the throne room. You take your place beside your grandfather and watch as Aegon climbs the steps to the throne. A guard walks to open the doors but Aegon raises his hand to stop him.

“I’d like you up here with me.” Aegon nods to you.

“She will remain here. Open the doors.” your grandfather says to the guard.

“She will come up here or we will hear no petitions.” you bite your lip at his tone. “Let’s go.” he waves at you.

You hear your grandfather groan as you start to walk up the stairs to him. Your eyes trail over him and stop on his smirk. Not that you don’t mind his slight messiness, but the way he looks when he’s on the throne just does something to you. His hair is somehow perfectly settled when they place the crown on his brow. His clothes somehow lose the wrinkles and become more vibrant. A King. Your King. Your husband.

“Where would you like me to sit, my King?” he groans at your soft tone.

“Right here.” he spreads his legs and nods to the stone between them. He holds his hand out for yours and turns you and helps you settle. “You are truly perfect.” he rests his hands on your shoulders and slowly slides them up to your neck. “Open the doors.” he calls down and his guard pushes the doors open.

The common folk trickle into the hall you lean back into Aegon as he softly strokes his thumbs on your neck. You lean your head back to look up at him and he brings his thumb up to trace your lips. He glances up watching as people begin to take their place and watch as he slips his thumb in your mouth.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you brush your tongue against the pad of his digit. He slowly pulls his finger out and traces your lips once more before tilting your head up to look down upon your subjects. You catch a couple men staring at you with dark eyes and you smile offering them a small wave. You chuckle when you feel Aegon's hand tighten on the back of your neck.

“I’ll hear the first petition.” you shiver at his voice.

A man staggers up to the bottom of the steps and you feel Aegon lean over you. He greets him and you let your mind wander to him using that voice on you. He might not like his duties but when he sits the throne it’s as if all those feelings left him and a King takes over. He hears dozens of petitions and you slowly lean back between his legs, growing bored.

“I have a petition of my own.” you whisper up at him and he grins down at you.

“Tell your King what you need of him.” he turns all his attention to you.

“I wish to suck on your cock, my King. I need it terribly.” you softly whine. “I don’t think I’ll survive if I can’t have your seed.” you slowly start to turn and kneel.

“Just a couple more petitions.” he cups your jaw. “Then I’ll stuff you full.” a whimper falls from your lips.

“Thank you, my King. You are so generous.” you grab onto his thighs. “I wish to serve you in any way I can.” his eyes darken.

“Continue with the petitions.” Aegon’s voice rings throughout the hall.

A couple more petitions have turned into well over two hours. You’re ready to curl up on the ground and take a nap if you must hear anymore. You’re thanking the Gods when your grandfather says that’s enough for one day and everyone begins to shuffle out. You turn back around and grab onto Aegon’s trousers having no care for the lingering bodies. You know once you start they’ll leave with more purpose.

“What can your King do for you?” he looks down at you and grabs your jaw.

“I’ve been deprived, my King.” you push your bottom lip out and he smirks.

“What have you been deprived of?” he grabs your hands reaching for the laces on his trousers.

“Cock.” he chuckles at your word. “It’s been so long I’m sure my maidenhead is back intact.” you whine.

“And you offer me your maidenhead?” he pulls you up onto his lap.

“Yes.” you nod scooting closer on his lap. “Fill me with your seed and I’ll carry your heirs if you’d like.” he digs his fingers into your hips. Your lips crash down to his and he starts to lift your skirts. “Gods Aegon you’re so handsome like this.” you pull back and take him in.

“You always get so worked up when I put this piece of metal on.” he chuckles, watching you shove your hand down his trousers. “Then ride your King's cock as he sits his throne.” he sits back and watches you with a lazy smile.

He has your skirts pushed up to your waist smiling that you’re bare underneath as always. He watches you hump against his trousers as you stroke his cock. You let out small whimpers and free him from his trousers. You hold onto one of his shoulders as you like him up with your aching cunny and sit down on his cock in one motion. You place your other hand on his shoulder and start to rock against him.

“Your cock stretches me so perfectly.” you start to bounce up and down. He reaches up and pulls down the front of your gown exposing your breasts to him. He watches them move with you as you quicken your movements. He reaches up and grabs at the tender flesh and you toss your head back moaning loudly. “Yes, my King.” you grind against him feverishly searching for your pleasure.

“Look at you fucking yourself against me.” he chuckles pinching your nipples. “Showing your King how devoted you are.” his hands slide back down to your waist and pull you against him.

“I’ll do anything you ask,” you pant. “Please,” he grabs your hips and hammers up into you. “Yes, I’m-“ a scream rips from your throat.

“Fuck your cunny feels so good hugging my cock.” he grunts hearing your wetness and the sounds of skin on skin echo throughout the hall. “Squeezing the seed out of my cock on the same throne your child will sit.” he chuckles, snapping his hips up into you.

“Gods Aegon.” you rest your head on his neck.”Yes, fuck yes, please,” he grinds you back down to him, rocking his hips with yours.

“Gonna walk you all the way to supper with my come sliding down your thighs.” he chuckles as you pulse around him again. He slams you down to him as he fills you, holding you closely.

“Thank you, Your Grace.” you whine as he softly jerks his hips up.

“Don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything else.” he pulls your head back and presses his lips to yours. “I’m here to be of service to you.” he mumbles against your lips.

“Take me to the dining hall and get me more wine.” he laughs into your mouth and lifts you off of him.

“Of course, my Queen.” he adjusts your seats and pulls you down the stairs.

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After two bottles of wine you and Aegon are left giggling at the table. You’re leaning against him as the table is cleared and you both begin to make your way back to your chambers. He pushes the door open and presses you against it once you’re inside. You reach up for his lips but he presses you back.

“Let’s go out.” he searches your eyes.

“Yes.” your eyes darken and you start to pull him over to your wardrobe.

You pull each other's clothes off, getting distracted to stop and touch and kiss each other. Eventually you both dress and leave out through your chambers once more. Both of you are grabby as you make your way out through the main doors. Once outside of the Keep your mouths mold together.

“Where should we go?” Aegon fists the back of your gown.

“Anywhere as long as I can suck your cock when we get there.” you grab onto the front of his trousers and he smirks.

He tugs you down the steps and you both push into the crowds. He leads you down the alleys and you smile when he pulls you in front of your favorite pleasure house. You pull him towards the bar and soon after he’s pulling you over to a couch. The second he’s on the couch you're palming him over his trousers.

“Just quick.” you plead.

He nods at you with a smirk as he brings his drink to his lips. He groans as you pull out his cock and suck the tip into your mouth. Gods you always suck at him so desperately. You place open mouth kisses down the length of him before taking him back in your mouth and lashing your tongue against his leaking tip.

“Fuck.” he brushes your hair to the side. “You keep doing that I’m not gonna last.”

You take him to the back of your throat and he groans, digging his fingers into your hair. He starts to move you up and down and you hum letting him control your movements. His hips start to jerk up as his pleasure approaches. Spit is trailing out the side of your mouth and he curses as you suction your cheeks around him.

“Just like that.” he groans, moving your head faster. You hum around him as you feel him start to coat your mouth. You pull back to just his tip and suck watching his legs start to shake. “That’s enough.” he pulls your head off and you sit back with a wet face and a wide smile.

“Gods I love your cock so much.” you help him adjust his trousers before getting up to get another drink. As you lean against the wood of the bar you feel him press into you. “Aegon.” you chuckle as he grabs your breasts.

“Let me play with your cunny.” he kicks your legs apart. “The barkeep won’t get to you for some time.” he moves his hands to start lifting your skirts.

“I want to drink.” your words still come out breathy.

“Get your drink while my fingers-

“What can I get you?” the barkeep approaches with a smile.

Aegon orders for the both of you right when his fingers slip through your wetness. He chuckles listening to your soft whimpers as you press your forehead against the sticky surface. The drinks are dropped off and he watches you slowly lift up and bring the cup to your mouth. You swallow down the contents not caring for the bit of it that spilled down the sides of your mouth.

“Take me home.” you push back into his hand.

“We just got here.” he chuckles, slowly pushing a finger into you.

“I wanna fuck you in bed all night.” you gasp when his thumb brushes against your bud as he slips another finger into you. “Please,” you beg.

“So you can suck my cock in front of everyone but I can’t fuck you in front of everyone?” he whispers in your ear.

“Fuck me closer to the Keep. I don’t wanna stop once we start.” you bite your lip as he starts to pound his fingers into you.

“Might as well let you come while we’re here.” he feels you starting to flutter around him and with one spank you’re making a mess on his fingers. “Then let’s go.” he presses a couple coins onto the wood where you were just laying and leads you out onto the streets.

“Let’s fuck all day tomorrow. No meetings. No petitions.” you shake your head and he turns to you with a smile.

“We fucked all day today and still did those things.” you purse your lips at him. “Or do you want to sit on my cock during those things? Your King can’t very well abandon his people.” you groan.

“Aegon the Magnanimous indeed.” you roll your eyes and he pulls you closer.

You both continue through the streets with wandering hands and whispered words of what’s to come once you're in your chambers once more. The main gates come into view and you race each other through. A laugh is ripped from you as Aegon trips on a step and is brought down upon the stone. You try to help him up but you’re too busy laughing. He purses his lips and pulls you on top of him.

“This is close enough to our chambers.” his hand buries into your hair and tilts your mouth to his, silencing your giggles. “I’m taking you on the steps and I don’t care.”

“How generous of you to give your celibate guards a show.” you start to lift your skirts.

“It’s not for them.” he frees his cock and pulls you further up on his lap. “This is for me.” he lines himself up and sheaths himself inside of you. “Let everyone hear how desperate you are for my cock.” he snaps his hips up into you.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Just like that Aeg,” you bury your head into his neck.

“No, no, no,” he pulls your hair, removing you from his neck. “Let everyone hear you, my Queen.” he chuckles at the loud moan that greets his ears.

“Harder.” you whine and his fingers dig into your hips as he slams himself up into you. “Yes, yes, oh Gods please.” you grab your breasts above you groan and he watches you with dark eyes.

“Already squeezing me so tightly.” he chuckles, feeling your pleasure seep out of you onto his trousers.

He listens to your babbling as he hammers up into you chasing his own pleasure. You’re practically limp in his arms as he moves you against his cock. When you toss your head back he smiles seeing some of the guards watch before averting their eyes. You fall apart once more as he fills you, pulling your lips back down to his. He slowly lifts you off his cock and you roll over to lay on the stairs.

“Lets go to our chambers.” he stands and offers you his hand.

“Thank you, my King.” your words still breathy as he pulls you up and leads you back into the Keep.

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pinkslipxox · 16 days ago

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Forever:

Summary: surprising Billie with your wedding dress 💋🤗

Warnings: fluffy wife Billie 🥹❤️💍

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A surge of nostalgia hits you like a gentle breeze as you admire yourself in the mirror. The delicate white wedding dress hugs your figure beautifully, your hair cascading softly around your shoulders, and the diamond tiara resting on your head. Memories of your wedding day to Billie begin to play in your mind like a silent movie, her bright eyes and smiling face, the soft brush of her lips against yours, and the sweet sound of her voice reciting her vows all feel as if it was only yesterday. Your heart skips a beat as you realize that she will be home any second, and with excitement and anticipation, you hurry to the foyer to greet her.

Marrying Billie was the best decision you’ve ever made. You could hardly believe that you have the privilege to call her your wife. The bond that you share is built upon a firm foundation of love and respect, resulting in an unbreakable bond between the two of you. Three years have passed like a blink of an eye, yet despite the many challenges that inevitably come to any marriage, you wouldn’t trade any moment together with Billie for the world.

Warmth floods through you as the door opens. And you hold your breath. Her eyes land on you, and she freezes, her expression turning from exhaustion to sheer disbelief. For a moment she stands there silently, her gaze tender as tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“Oh my god…” she whispers, and the way her eyes widen fills you with joy.

“Surprise!” you beam, delighting in her reaction, outstretching your arms out for her.

“Y/N, my love,” she whispers, breathless with emotion, her ocean blue eyes widening in disbelief as she takes slow, deliberate steps towards you. Billie’s arms wrap around you, pulling you in for a gentle embrace that feels like home. She’s soft and warm, her touch sending delightful shivers down your spine. “You look… absolutely stunning.”

“Billie…” you sigh blissfully as she gently pulls you closer, your wife’s lips pressing gently on the crook of your neck. You then pull away slightly. With a teasing yet loving smile, you ask Billie, “So, you still want me after three years?”

Billie’s laughter is like music to your ears, light and bubbly, as she closes the distance between you. “Want you? I would choose you every single day.” Her hands cradle your face, soft and gentle, and you can feel the affection radiating from her.

Your wife cups your face tenderly, bringing your lips into a soft kiss. It’s sweet and lingering, full of every ounce of love and devotion you both share. When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, and she gazes deeply into your eyes, her expression filled with adoration.

“Pretty girl,” she murmurs, the nickname wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace. You can’t help but smile widely at her affection, feeling adored in every possible way.

“You’re the pretty one,” you reply, nuzzling against her hand that still caresses your face.

Billie chuckles softly, leaning down to plant another kiss on your lips, this one even sweeter than the last. The world outside fades away as you both get lost in each other, wrapped up in the warmth and love that fills the room.

“Hmmm… there is something from our special day I’d like to recreate,” Billie begins, her warm, husky voice sending a delightful shiver down your spine. There’s a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and you can only imagine what she’s thinking of.

“And what might that be, sweetheart?” you purr and you can’t help the smirk that curls on your lips.

��Our wedding night,” Billie murmurs, her fingers delicately resting on your hips, and you bite your lower lip.

“Oh really?” you breathe, looking up at her, love dancing in your gaze. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

“You know,” she replies with a smirk, her lips brushing against your ear, “I have some ideas…”

With that, Billie plants yet another kiss to your lips, passionately, and you melt into her. Nothing else matters but the two of you, standing together, lost in a world that feels just right. As you and Billie absentmindedly travel to the bedroom, you know that every moment of every day seals the promise of forever between the two of you. Just as it should be.

For as long as you both shall live.

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sttm99 · 10 months ago

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sansaorgana · 4 months ago

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— DECEPTION (II)

DECEPTION MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Elf!Reader // Adar x fem!Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — You only have a few days to convince Adar that he should keep you alive and choose you as his companion. You get to know him better, which makes you start feeling sorry for him – but not sorry enough to forgive him for defeating your lover. In the meantime, Adar's suspicions about Sauron's comeback give you hope.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Hello! 🤗 Thank you for liking the first part of this story and I am sorry it's going a bit slower than I expected but I am job hunting at the moment and I might actually get one, which is an opportunity for me. Because of that, I was pretty busy those past few days + I have started a different multichapter fic as well. Please, keep your fingers crossed! 😊 Although, if I don't get the job, I will have more time for writing... 🤣 Either way, I hope you enjoy this chapter! 🥰

WARNINGS — forced/arranged marriage, Reader is NOT a good person – she is proud, greedy, fake and corrupted by Sauron, "love" triangle situationship

WORD COUNT — 5,120

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

DECEPTION (II)

You spent the rest of the day in your chambers, watching the courtyard carefully from your window. The orcs were walking around it carefreely as if the saint trees did not grow there. They could not care less about anything holy. And at night they started a fire to sit around it while talking and laughing loudly in the most obscene manner. But because they went to sleep so late, they also were not up early – unlike you.

You got dressed in a black mourning gown, which was a beautiful piece made of velvet and lace. You were grieving in many ways after all – you were grieving your life that you could lose very soon and you were grieving the downfall of the fortress that had been your home for such a long time.

When you were finishing getting dressed, you looked out of the window and furrowed your brows at the sight of Adar approaching the holy trees and sitting on a bench underneath them. Was it possible that he prayed? You highly doubted that – even you were finding it difficult these days after the time you had spent with Sauron. An Elf as corrupted as Adar just could not pray, of that you were sure.

In that quiet moment in the early morning, you found your first chance to approach him but with a different attitude than on the day before. However, you were aware that the change of behaviour cannot be too sudden – otherwise, it would reek of falsehood.

Taking light steps, you walked up to Adar and even though he had to hear you coming, he did not even flinch. Only when you were very close to him, he turned his head around to look at you without a word. You did not say anything either and took a seat on the other side of the bench, clasping your hands on your lap and staring at the tree above you. He eventually stopped observing you and went back to looking at the tree as well.

“Do you pray to the Valars?” You asked calmly but with a hint of curiosity. Your eyes still remained on the benches of the tree, though. You refused to lock your eyes with him. Not yet.

Adar was not answering for a while, which made you grow nervous. But, thankfully, he eventually answered your question. Well, kind of.

“Do you?” He inquired without looking at you either.

“Nobody listens to my prayers,” you said, “but I like to come here and think.”

Adar nodded and the long silence occurred again. You were fidgeting with your fingers nervously throughout all that time but you didn’t mind him noticing that. You knew what kind of person you had to play – tough, mysterious and intriguing in a way. With a hint of darkness that would make him curious but also with a hint of innocence and nervousness that would make him feel compassion. You were sure he was still able to do it since he could treat the Orcs like children. You wanted him to pity you in a way – to pity you enough to keep you alive. And to intrigue him enough to make him want to keep you with him.

“You wore black today,” he pointed out with a smirk and finally looked at you. You turned your head around to meet his gaze and you felt your cheeks heating up. His eyes were intense and so far you caught yourself feeling all the things you wanted him to feel towards you – you were intrigued by him but you also felt sorry.

“I mourn Ostirith,” you informed him and watched his reaction but there was really none. He was as cold as a stone on the outside like he was on the inside.

Adar looked up at the benches with leaves. You looked there, too, following his gaze and from the corner of your eye, you spotted him staring at your exposed neck. You wondered what was going inside his head. Was a man like him ever thinking of women in the same way as other men did? Was he ever craving someone to be by his side? He had to be lonely.

Perhaps, you had to make him realise how much. And that he did not have to be anymore.

“What happened to you?” You broke the silence and looked at him again, which made him furrow his brows with a hint of anger. You expected this sort of reaction, so you quickly backed out. “Forgive me…” You lowered your voice and looked down, nervously.

You hoped he wouldn’t walk away and indeed – he did not. That was part of the success already, you thought. You waited patiently for his next move.

“Morgoth happened to me. Sauron,” Adar explained after a long while of silence. At the sound of your lover’s name, you felt shivers go down your body and you moved uncomfortably. You hoped he hadn’t noticed but why would he suspect you to know any of these men personally? You were only a naive daughter of the Lord Guardian of the Southlands.

“What do you mean?” You laid your eyes on him again and batted your eyelashes, trying to show him compassion with the way you looked at him. Adar hesitated before answering more of your questions.

“I followed Morgoth out of my own curiosity and thirst for knowledge and power. And then I paid the price,” he explained, sparing you the details. You wondered if it was because they were too painful to talk about or was it because he found you too delicate for them.

“Is it justified to blame them for your downfall, Lord Father?” You dared to ask. “Was it not your own pride and greed that caused it?”

Adar chuckled at that as he tilted his head to take a better look at you. You did not shy away this time, showing your inner strength.

“You are not afraid of me, my Lady,” he pointed out.

“Why would I be? I only have a week of life to live,” you reminded him. “For an Elf, that is nothing. It makes no difference to me if you kill me then or now.”

“Why would I kill you for asking questions?” Adar shook his head. “Curiosity is no stranger to me,” he added and looked away, sadly. You remained silent for another long moment, allowing him to make a decision if he should keep talking or not. “I know I have only myself to blame for what happened although I have to admit I was naive. I hoped for more than suffering. There was only pain,” Adar’s voice turned into a whisper and he looked away.

You felt sorry for him now. You knew Sauron’s nature and you knew it was a result of Morgoth’s training of pain and suffering. You were not surprised to find out that your lover could inflict the pain on others as well. Everyone Morgoth had ever hurt turned out to be broken creatures who wanted nothing but revenge.

“Well, they are gone now, aren’t they? Morgoth and Sauron?” You asked, playing naive.

“Morgoth, surely. I cannot be completely convinced about Sauron. He is of a cunning nature. I have defeated him once but I shall defeat him again if I must,” Adar’s jaw clenched as he explained and your heart skipped a beat.

So there he was – the murderer of your beloved, right in front of you. And even though you hated him with every fibre of your being, you had to play it cool and bat your eyelashes, hoping to seduce him enough to make him want you as his companion.

But the fact that even Adar did not believe in Sauron’s disappearance from this world was giving you hope. He would come back… Of that you were sure. He would come back and make you his Queen.

Adar’s eyes were filled with fire and hatred whenever he spoke of Sauron, so you didn’t want to continue this conversation for now. You nodded and you stood up to leave after hearing that some of the Orcs were already entering the sacred courtyard and approaching their Lord Father.

“I shall retire for now,” you explained. “It was a pleasure to talk with you, Lord Father.”

“You do not have to lie,” he snorted.

“I do not lie,” you lied. “You are different than what I thought. Forgive my rapid judgement but I was driven by fear. Have a good day, Lord Father,” you bowed your head and walked away.

On your way out of the courtyard, you walked past the filthy Orcs. You were trying your best not to flinch or wince as their eyes were following you with curiosity that was deeply uncomfortable. You did not want creatures of this sort to have any interest in you.

Even though you were trying to view them as any other species of Middle-earth, you simply couldn’t. They were too hideous and too disgusting. You knew how unfair was your judgement but you were sure that all Elves would agree when it came to the Orcs. And so would humans. Perhaps some species had only been created to make others feel unsettled.

You spent the rest of that day with your mother, cheering her up. You felt bad for her because she would pay for the sins she had not committed. You were not pure anymore and in many ways you deserved to die. Your father had turned out to be a vile creature of no backbone. But your mother was pure and innocent and she had been begging for you all to run away. She could have run away alone but she would never abandon her family. And now – because of how dutiful and loyal she was – she would die…?

You could not let that happen.

On the second day you were informed that Adar was in the library, looking through your father’s ancient collection of manuscripts. You pretended that you had not known about it and you entered the room very naturally, without paying any attention to your guest. You picked up some random volume and sat by the table, a few chairs away from the Lord Father. You were wearing your black dress again.

Adar looked up at you for a moment but when he realised you were not in the mood to talk, he just decided to ignore you as well. In the meantime, you were looking through the pages of the book you had chosen and pretended to read it in silence but in reality you were observing him from the corner of your eye.

“Are they your children because they remind you of yourself?” You asked all of a sudden while biting on your lower lip. Adar froze and looked up to lay his eyes on you. He did not say anything, so you explained. “They are damaged and do not belong with any other species. Nobody loves them but you because you know what it is like to not be loved at all,” you pointed out.

“Your father was right about your nature,” Adar cracked a smile. “You have a great intuition, my Lady,” he bowed his head to you and you smiled at his compliment. “That is not all, though. My children and I have more in common. We were all hurt by Sauron,” he explained.

“How?” You asked and titled your head.

“He wanted to enslave my children and use them like mindless tools but they are not… They deserve to live in freedom and peace,” Adar explained to you. In many ways, you felt as if he was your father who was explaining things to you in a gentle and soft manner. He was explaining to a naive daughter how the world worked.

But that was not the dynamic you were aspiring for.

“You speak of peace as if you haven’t burnt villages on your way. As if you haven’t killed the men and women who had denied to follow you. And those who had bent their knees, you have marked them like cattle. Do not talk about peace to me, intruder, when you are the one who brought the war to these lands,” you spat out and closed your heavy volume angrily.

The sound echoed through the walls as the dust raised up and danced in the air. When it fell down and the echo subdued, Adar spoke again.

“If we came in peace and asked for a piece of land to live there, would your people accept us?” Adar asked and you pursed your lips. You knew very well your answer would be a lie. Elves and humans would never accept the Orcs. Even the dwarves would not do that. “Some creatures are born with their right to live and others must fight for it,” Adar added and went back to the manuscripts.

The doors opened with a squeak and one of the Orcs entered the library. He was the one you had spotted many times before around the Lord Father and you assumed he was the closest to Adar.

The Orc took a step back at the sight of you and lowered his head a little. You could not blame him for that because you were staring at him with so much intensity and anger that it would intimidate many. Still, it felt oddly nice to see they respected you just because they could see that your kin was equal to their Lord Father.

Despite Sauron’s corruption, you still were the bearer of the light. Nobody could tell just yet that the very root of this light was rotting deep inside of you. Especially not a common Orc. To him, you were the beacon in the middle of the ruins.

“What is it, my son?” Adar asked him but the Orc only shook his head, refusing to speak. You spotted his small eyes staring at you and you only smirked. “Do not fear her. She is a friend,” Adar explained and you furrowed your brows at that but you did not say anything.

“Well, then, my Lord Father, I just wanted to bring you the message from our scouts,” the Orc walked up to the table and handed Adar a small piece of paper.

“Thank you,” Adar took it from him gently and read it. The Orc kept staring at you with curiosity.

“I shall retire to my chambers,” you stood up and walked past them to approach the doors.

The Orc bowed his head down after you and Adar looked up at him with a furrowed brow.

“What are you doing, my son? She is not your master,” he pointed out but you didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because you walked out of the library. You wished to hear the rest of it but it would be too suspicious.

You wondered, though, why the Orcs really treated you this way. Perhaps it was not because of the light you were carrying – perhaps it was quite the opposite. What if it was them who could smell Sauron on you? Your lover had been the one who had tried to enslave them in the past. Sauron would never treat them like children and he would never be their father. He had wanted to be their master.

Seeing their fearsome and filthy army profanating your home, you somehow wanted to be their master, too. You understood Sauron now – having such an army could make you feel invincible. They respected nothing and they were hungry for blood. The only thing you could not understand was how Adar was able to trust his own children. Perhaps that should be the next question you would ask him.

On the third day you approached him in the courtyard again, still in the same black dress. This time he was sitting by the fire with the Orcs but when you walked up to him, you froze at the sight of a baby Orc sitting on his lap. You kept staring at this strange little creature with a mix of emotions – the baby was still innocent but it was not pure by any means. Because of its kin, it was doomed like the rest of them.

“Are you quite alright, my Lady?” Adar’s voice made you snap back to reality and you cursed yourself for not being the one to ask him a question first on that day.

“Yes, thank you, Lord Father,” you nodded and took a seat next to him that was empty. At the sight of you getting near the baby, the father approached Adar to take his offspring. It was the Orc from the library.

“He does not trust me,” you pointed out, although you would not trust yourself either if you were them.

“His name is Glûg,” Adar told you. “None of them trusts you.

“Do you?” You asked and batted your eyelashes while laying your eyes on him. Adar turned his head around to look into your eyes but he was visibly confused, so you changed the tactic. “Do you trust them?”

“I do,” he nodded. “They are my children.”

“I would not trust them if they have so much in common with you,” you teased. “Do you trust yourself?”

“They are all I have,” Adar opened his hands to show you the emptiness of them.

“You are lonely,” your voice saddened as your eyes filled with compassion. It was forced but you were a trained actress and your greatest power was that no one knew about your studies or your teacher.

Adar did not like your insinuation. He moved uncomfortably and sighed as he shook his head.

“I thought higher of you, my Lady… But you are here to help your father’s agenda, are you not? You are trying to convince me,” he smirked. “I am not interested.”

“My father’s agenda is not my own. It has never been and never will be,” you clenched your jaw as your eyes filled with anger and hatred. You despised him being even mentioned and you had been successfully managing to avoid him those past few days. In fact, every reminder of being his daughter was making the blood in your veins boil. “I simply wanted to say I know what it is like to be lonely. I am, too. I have always been,” you looked into the fire, following the dancing flames with your eyes.

That was not a lie – not fully. There had been a time in your life when you hadn’t felt lonely and that was the time you had shared with Sauron. But it had not been a long time, especially compared to your whole long Elven life.

“It must be lonely for a young Elven woman to grow up in Ostirith,” Adar admitted. “Isolating.”

“It was,” you nodded, refusing to look at him again. You were scared that your current vulnerability would reveal your true self to him. “I understand you… In some ways. To have so many children, to be loved… That would surely feel good,” you admitted.

“No,” Adar shook his head. “You do not understand me. You would, if you were able to see them as your children, too. You would not preach to me about war and peace then but you would feel the need to protect them no matter what price,” he said.

“We protect what we love,” you agreed as you nodded. All you could think of was him – Sauron. Dying somewhere, all alone, killed by his own army, betrayed. And you had not been there to protect him but even if you had been… What would you do? You were not powerful enough to do anything but watch. “Even if it is a hopeless case,” you finished.

A short silence occurred and you could feel the Lord Father watching you with curiosity.

“My children are not a hopeless case,” he only said.

You stood up and wiped the single tear that had escaped your eyes before. The Orcs around the fire stopped their conversations and they looked up at you, observing your movements.

“I shall go to see my mother now,” you informed Adar and he nodded at you but you could feel his eyes following you out of the courtyard.

On the fourth day you wore a crimson red gown that had been a gift to you from Sauron. It was a risky move but your parents had believed it was a dress you had gotten yourself in Eregion so why would Adar question it?

You felt somehow powerful while walking down the hallways of Ostirith with all the Orcs moving out of your way, staring at you with a mix of curiosity, hatred and respect. You were on your way out of the fortress because you had seen through your window Adar walking out earlier. He was probably taking a walk in the forest surrounding the fortress and you missed walking, too.

The Orcs standing by the gate did not want to let you pass, though.

“Lord Father says your family can’t leave,” one of them drawled out as he looked you up and down, pointing his dagger at you.

“I am going to him. To your Lord Father,” you tried to reason with him in a calm manner.

“I don’t believe you, Elf,” he spat out as if your kin was an insult.

“Let her go,” another voice interrupted you. You turned around and spotted Glûg. His small eyes found yours and nodded before looking down again. “Lord Father says Dark Lady is a friend.”

“Dark Lady?” You asked, surprised, but there was no time to question it because the Orcs standing by the gate hesitantly let you pass, so you just decided to use the opportunity to walk out of the fortress.

You knew they were observing you, so after crossing the bridge, you went down the same forest path you had seen Adar taking before. But when you found yourself deeper inside the woods, you actually considered taking another turn and disappearing forever.

Where would you go, though? To Gil-galad? He would immediately sense the darkness inside of you because he was made of pure light himself. And you would never forgive yourself for abandoning your mother.

No, because of her you had to follow the same path Adar had chosen. And so you did, until you found yourself by the cliff. He was sitting on the edge and staring at the Southlands below him. Those were the lands he still had not conquered.

He looked up when he heard your footsteps but he did not question how you had managed to get out of Ostirith.

“Are you not mourning anymore?” He asked at the sight of your dress.

“I have accepted my fate,” you took a seat next to him and took a deep breath at the sight of the Southlands. “Are you going to conquer it all?”

“If I must,” Adar nodded and you looked at his hands. He was holding a piece of paper there like the one Glûg had brought to him on the second day.

“Why do you send the scouts? What news do they bring?” You bit on your lower lip. You were not scared of asking questions anymore because he was not angry at you for being curious, which he had proven already.

“I have reasons to believe that Sauron is back,” Adar looked at you and you flinched. Thankfully, he must have taken that reaction as fear or disgust instead of blooming hope inside of your chest.

“And what about it?” You raised your eyebrow.

“I shall destroy him again. And again and again until my children are safe,” he answered with anger as his eyes filled with rage. Sauron was his weak spot.

“You hate Sauron more than you love your children,” you risked the statement. “You would do anything to avenge what he did to you, no matter the cost. Many of your children will die while you chase him,” you explained.

“I shall not watch him turn my children into slaves!” Adar squeezed his fist with the paper inside of it. His anger did not scare you, though. Somehow, the news about Sauron made you feel more fearless and more peaceful. Everything would be alright, all the pieces were coming together.

“Because if he does… You will be alone again. All alone,” you only pointed out softly and you stood up to walk away and go back to the fortress. “But you do not have to be.”

“Why would you follow me if not to save your life?” Adar asked and you froze after turning around already. You smiled to yourself nervously.

“Why do your children call me a Dark Lady?” You asked.

“They have not met an Elf like you before. You are different. Dark,” Adar explained.

“And you?” You turned your head around, confused.

“I am an Uruk,” he explained and you nodded.

“If I died now, I would still see Valinor. It would heal me and save me,” you revealed, “if I followed you, I would be doomed forever. Following you is not cowardice. It is an act of courage and a sacrifice.”

“Why?”

“I have always wanted more,” you admitted and turned your head around again to take the first step towards the forest but Adar wanted to ask one more question before you would go:

“If you could save only one person out of the whole fortress, who would it be?”

You did not hesitate with your answer. She was the reason for this all.

“My mother,” you told him.

On the fifth day you were sitting in the courtyard on the bench under the holy trees while the Orcs were sitting behind you by the fire. You could feel their eyes observing you but they were not bothering you and you were not bothering them. You were waiting for their Lord Father to join them to continue your game. You knew that you were running out of time.

Sitting there and looking up at the leaves, you were lost in your thoughts. You sighed and then you felt something pulling on the fabric of your dress. When you looked down, you saw the baby Orc staring up at you. At first, you winced out of disgust but you quickly hid that expression and the baby was too little to snitch on you later.

You looked around but you could not spot any worried parents looking for their offspring, so you assumed they still had not realised the baby was gone and you did not want to raise the alarm and bring everyone’s attention to yourself.

The baby Orc tugged on your dress again and then it lifted its hands up. You decided to give it a chance… Perhaps it would make you understand Adar better.

You picked the baby up gently and put it on your lap. The little Orc was actually interested in the leaves of the sacred Elven trees and it made you chuckle. You reached your hand to pick one of the leaves and use it to tickle the baby a little.

You heard familiar and heavy footsteps behind you so you turned your head around and you spotted Adar with Glûg beside him. They both froze at the sight but you did not care about the Orc at all, you focused on the Lord Father. You were staring into his cold eyes intensely as if you were challenging him.

“Forgive us, Dark Lady!” Glûg ran up to you to take his child from your arms. “Forgive my son for bothering you,” he bowed his head down.

You did not say anything to that but you handed the leaf to the baby so the little one would still have his new “toy” for a while longer. When Glûg walked away with his son, you laid your eyes on Adar again and he approached you slowly and sat next to you.

“I spoke with your father,” he started and you winced at yet another reminder of whose daughter you were. “Tomorrow at dawn by this tree,” he said and you could not understand the meaning of his words at first and then you realised he was handing you something.

A silver ring.

You nearly gasped at the sight. He claimed to be an Uruk but the traditions he followed were Elven. Where had he even taken it from? You assumed your father had given him one. You, however, were not prepared.

“I… I do not have one,” you admitted in a whisper.

“That is alright. Just have the golden one for tomorrow,” Adar attempted to actually make a joke and you cracked a nervous smile as you reached your hand towards him. “Are you sure, my Lady? There is no going back from this.”

“I am sure,” you nodded, trying to sound as firm as possible.

Oh, you were sure. You were sure that Sauron would come for you soon and he would be pleased with your cunning schemes that would help him in the end. That he would kiss you again like in the old days, that he would put the crown onto your head and make everyone in Middle-earth to bow down for you. And that he would be grateful for your sacrifice just to bring him justice… You were sure.

Adar nodded and put the ring onto your finger. When the act was done, long silence occurred between you two. Your heart was beating fast in your chest and he eventually held your hand in his, which nearly made you feel sorry for him for a moment.

“The days of loneliness are about to be over for us,” you tried to sound sweet but not too much because it would be suspicious. “I shall serve you with advice and companionship, Lord Father.”

Adar nodded at those words and his cold hand squeezed yours even tighter.

“I shall build a new life for us where we can be ourselves freely, Dark Lady.”

And when he let go of your hand to stand up and walk away, you truly felt bad for him. You hated him for hurting Sauron but he was more than that – he was hurt and sad. His pure Elven nature was twisted and the light of Valinor was gone from his soul. What he truly needed was healing even though it was too late for him now.

You would not bring that to him, though. You were a treacherous bearer of death and all you could think of on that night before your wedding was the moment when Sauron would save you and put a crown onto your head.

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#sauron x reader #adar x reader #annatar x reader #halbrand x reader #lilysfiction

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richeeduvie · 3 months ago

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hey👋 😊🤗

where’s wedding bells pt.2 😠😾🔫

Wedding Bells (Part Two)

Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) here yall go damn!! (jk it's been long overdue after my failures I love u guys)

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PART ONE (OUT OF FIVE), AUTHOR MASTERLIST After assuring Roman that Stewy being your date was nothing but a platonic necessity for Shiv's wedding, the start of the night has decided on proving you wrong. It's much to your dismay...maybe not so much Stewy's (for the most part), but most certainly Kendall's. Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag. (Stewy's POV next!)

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The ceremony was beautiful, vows mandated. Knowing Tom as your technical boss, you're sure he wanted to say something from the heart. Knowing Shiv...Shiv, Shiv, your only girl friend Shiv...you know she wouldn't have that.

Roman took to looking bored next to Tabitha. You caught him making quips to her and you hate to wonder what he was saying, if he'd tell you the same things if you were his date.

Or maybe there's just some different with you that you wouldn't get the default comments out of Roman. Something just for you.

Maybe that's true for the past, before Tabitha and the now. You hate to think that, you think to not be over it already - you were asking Roman the what ifs of finding someone for you and you've got nothing to show for being ready to find that someone. That not-Roman.

Almost. Not really. No, you won't say you do have something to show for you. That something being taking looks at Stewy in the aisles.

Feeling your heart skip when he caught you taking those looks.

You were to not figure what the fuck Stewy was thinking at your stares when you were supposed to be gooey-goo over the new marriage of your friend. You were and are to not think about the way he met your eyes. You were to not notice the way Roman's head quickly, curtly snapped to follow where you were looking.

And now it's time for pictures!

"Has new, tanner dick brought you cause to lie to me?"

Roman kicks the grass, cut and too green underneath the both of you. What he's wearing isn't much different than his suits day to day at Waystar, but he looks nice. You don't know how to feel about how you don't feel the warm roll throughout your body at the sight of him handsome. Like he's not your boyfriend anymore.

He never was, he wasn't ever anything but the only person you've ever been in love with. Felt your loins on fire for, if you want to be gross about it.

You tilt your head.

"What?"

They're flashing pictures of just the bride and groom and it leaves Roman to whine to you on the sidelines. Stewy...in fact him and Kendall are nowhere to be found. You just know it's got something to do with whatever will ruin this family again. It'll be by tonight and forgiven in two weeks. At least the way you've grown into Roman over the years isn't something of a complete waste, you get understand the family you're working for for the rest of fucking time. Life.

Frank waves to you, you wave back.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Roman's slapped your hand down mid-wave.

"You told me you just needed a date and you were too stupid to go with the obvious three-way Tabitha and I offered. Okay. I accepted that like I wasn't being fucked, but then you're fucking Stewy with your eyes, opening legs with your irises at my sister's wedding. Bridesmaid gangbang."

"...Are the bridesmaids gangbanging Stewy?"

Roman's brows are perpetually down, nose flared. You've shat on the grass, basically. The joke's bombed.

"You. Stewy...and his of color cock and his smarmy eyes. You think you can find out the number to his shaft shade by now? With all the times you've-"

Your eyes dart to where his fist opens and closes, then to where his neck rolls and head jolts. It's like a visual cough.

"Jesus Christ, you know what? Let me just not quip bullshit, I can be serious. I think I deserve that, maybe?" He sniffs.

And there it is...or there it isn't. No automatic, instinctual rush to comfort Roman and hold him or punish his insecurities with teases or insults punchier than his. Nothing.

Because you see Stewy coming up behind him.

You've always noticed he holds himself well, ever since you were younger. But now...no.

But then, you look into Roman's eyes, brown - facing rejection or no-care he's always so sure of. You sigh.

There it is. The rush.

Roman leans into your palm on his bicep.

"I'm going to ask if you've been keeping track of how many times you've ridden him. Or he's ridden you. You've taken to American Paint Horses."

"...When the fuck did you know pony breeds?"

"When you started fucking the brown kind."

Jesus. Roman.

"Roman! Fucking cool it. You're being...like, racist. Cartoonishly racist over something that you've made up in your head."

"It's not racist. Stewy's brown. Shocker. You went from me, not brown, to him. That's a fact. I didn't press negatives onto the color of his cock or our cultural differences in...fetishes."

Roman blinks, he turns to Stewy smiling at you before he's talking to Kendall.

"And did I make it up? Really."

You blink. You sigh.

It just slips out.

"You went from me to Tabitha. Should I whine?"

The words already leave a bad taste in your mouth once they leave it. They're not even particularly jealous-sounding, it's more of a casual tease to bite Roman and his hypocrisy. Still, it reeks on your tongue - it's a gag of admittance and by Roman's smug fucking face, you know he knows it too.

It's a slow growing smugness, too. First it's comprehension of what you said in the first place, then it's realization - life breathed onto his face.

Complete satisfaction.

....She still likes me. Wants me. Fuck it, knew it. Her vagina cares enough to be jealous. Knew it, knew it. Knew it. Thank God, I thought I was fucking done for and ready to be shot out back.

"I'm joking, but it's also a genuine question...because you're doing that over something you're making up in your head, Rom."

Roman puts his hands on his hips, lips pursing out.

"I just question the stares, you baby. That's all I'm doing. It's fair, they were like - fucky eyes."

No.

You don't know what they were.

"No. They weren't. And I-"

"Okay, now the family together!"

You turn to the photographer, Roman doesn't.

"I don't think you get to think over who I stare at, may-"

"Fuck you. Of course I do. I don't deny you from commenting on Tab's love for me as a result of pussy envy. I don't. I won't...and we..."

Roman turns to his family gathering, Shiv's blinking quick at him. It's like she's cursing at him to hurry the fuck up. He turns back.

"We can talk about it. Past the bullshit."

...Really?

"Really?"

The word on your tongue is more sarcastic than it is in your head. And there, in the pause...it's like Roman's pulling back from the openness of himself. Taking what he's put out away.

"Me and Tabitha and you...sure."

"...Mm. Shiv's waiting for you."

"Like, do I have to stop playing bits here and be fun for you to actually still have fun with me-"

"Roman, hurry the fuck up, dude! Seriously."

"Cool it! I don't care that it's your wedding, Shivy Ginge. I'll set fire to your minge."

He taps into his British roots there before he's off. Not before he kisses your knuckles, though.

"I just fucking miss you, weirdo. I want conversations. I just...I don't like...do things in spite - not towards you, even though you're being fucking weird. I don't make wounds and shove my dick into them as a gotcha."

It's said as he moves off. They take photos - the Roys...your Roys. You smile at Kendall when he smiles at you. Your thumb rubs your knuckle, you won't think about his kiss.

"Tabitha, just get it here."

But you don't think anything at all when they let Tabitha into the frame. It's easy for her. Rightfully so, but it's on your skin on a knife and you don't feel that's right.

But you don't feel it go away.

It hits you like the first time you cried as a child. It's a childish hurt and you can't make it go away as you watch the camera flash and Roys and Tabitha smile, as they bring Rava into the picture taking. Rightfully so.

It's a nail in the coffin, the confirmation what Roman has with Tabitha is real.

Your love, it still here thumping at your heart, is not.

Why are you about to cry?

"Hey, you."

You turn to the dark-haired, clean bearded man at your side. His knowing but soft voice.

"Hey, Stewy."

"What's with the glossy eyes?"

The burning is against the sudden, unwanted warmth you feel. You don't want to feel warmth at how Stewy's so close to you. You've been close to him before and nothing - nothing like what you feel with Roman.

But here, everything with what you feel with Roman. Maybe something new, something giddy that differs because Stewy isn't Roman, he's Stewy. He exists differently.

And now Roman exists away from you.

"Weddings, you know?"

Stewy smiles thin, brown eyes light.

"...Yeah. No. But even if it was yeah...I don't think it'd be Mr. and Mrs. Wambsgans getting me leaky. How's your legs from your formal-attire workout."

"...Upright planking?"

"Exactly."

You are sore. "It was a workout. At least I didn't have to listen to DIY vows. That would've been the real challenge."

Stewy leans you. You try not to breathe, you don't know why.

"I don't know, I think it'd be fun to see a Roy attempt romantics in public. Do you remember Ken's wedding with Rava?"

Yes. You won't be mean in your thoughts, genuinely.

"Yeah. The singing during the dinner was cute, I'm glad he chose to put that stunt there instead of the altar."

Stewy puts his hands in his pockets.

"Isn't that fucking right." His voice is warm, almost teasing - well...always teasing, even if the conversation is genuine. You know him well enough to know he's not fucking with you, laughing at you in the bore of small talk. It's just how he talks.

You also know him well enough to know his cologne is wearing off.

"You're not going to join the happy family photoshoot?"

"No. Have no reason to."

You and him haven't been facing each other in your talk, eyes to the Roy family with Tabitha and Rava as the reception beings to bustle inside.

You wonder if Stewy feels the tension too. If you're crazy - if you're childish for thinking he does or if you're both for feeling it yourself in the first place.

"That's a same, you're basically a fifth child. Which makes whatever you had with Roman incested. Which makes it less hot. I know, I'm weird, not...illegally weird, though. For the most part...so, the honorary incest is not hot, now that I think of it."

Stewy takes his hand out of his pocket. You see it out of the corner of your eye and you feel his touch on your back a couple seconds after.

You don't see how he pauses, you couldn't know how he thinks about how this touch is going to feel on his skin.

What the fuck happened, man? What happened that now things are...fucking coiling inside him. Like he's a boy - or no. Gross, cartoonish to describe it like...now it's just different with you. What fucking happened?"

Stewy smiles.

"You're perfume is disappearing on us. I don't want to be sniffing up on your sweat follicles while we're dancing, princess."

You shiver.

Why the fuck are you on fire in the best way possible?

"What a bore, right? Let's get inside."

Shiv fixes the waist of her dress.

"Yeah, honey. Photos are a bore, but important for our memoralization of our love...tonight, right? And I think we're supposed to let everyone go in first before we come crashing as bride and groom."

Photos are done. Everyone separates and even in the fire, you look to see if Roman's watching the flames. And....

Of course he is. But then you realize that you didn't tell Kendall that Stewy's your date. You didn't think you had to, but his eyes catching to where his best friend holds you is where you remember that yeah, Stewy's his best friend. The only reason why you know Stewy is because he's Kendall's best friend that he introduced when you were 14. You'll give him more leeway than you give to Roman. Even though it's still a date you needed, it must be weird for Kendall to see without context.

"I think you looked very beautiful up there."

You turn to Stewy, heart beating quick. Too quick for you to judge yourself for it.

"For Shiv's sake, I won't say you outdid her but...you were the closest bridesmaid to doing the out."

You smile to break away from that tension - between him and between how Kendall's hand drops from Rava's waist, how his eyes blink low from afar.

"You were examining all of us up there to figure that out?"

It's a joke you think warrants another smarmy-charming reply.

But all Stewy does is just hold his head up with something....serious along his face. Nothing under a tease, just eyes not blinking before he looks to the grass.

"No."

You can't stop your smile from falling before the photographer comes up to the both of you.

"Hey, you two want a photo? Cute couple."

"Oh, we're jus-"

"Sure. Have at us."

Stewy says it as charming as he says everything before he pulls you close by the waist.

"Oh, I can smell you better now. Smile, princess."

You do with every roll of fire on your skin. Your stomach turns over.

Maybe it's not childish...it's just new, it's just how you feel. What you hate is that you do, that it's Stewy. You have a right to new people, a new person to feel like this for...but not Stewy.

But it is, for some strange, new reason.

The camera shutters on you and him.

"Can I kiss you? It'll be modest. Cheeky."

It doesn't take you more than two seconds for it to slip out.

"...Sure. Yeah."

"Alright, yeah."

Stewy says it quietly before he kisses your cheek.

Oh, God.

The camera shutter, you might be...shuddering. You smile anyway. The photographer smiles too.

"Alright, make sure to catch the bouquet!"

They walk off and Stewy doesn't let go of you. You realize that he was holding it before the photographer came up for photos.

...Just breathe, just breathe.

And you do, Stewy's face doesn't stop you from breathing, you're able to breathe into it. Because of it - suddenly.

With his smile, with his smile.

...Maybe you'll indulge, maybe you have been indulging.

"I-"

You were going to, just before there's the sound of immense gagging. Vomiting.

"Fuck!"

"Rome?"

"Roman? What the fuck?"

Stewy turns to the commotion, brows rising up.

"Oh...oh. Fuck. That's disgusting."

It's Roman puking chunks onto the grass. Tabitha stands over him, complete ohs and rightful confusion on now knowing what to do. His father, Logan just looks completely disappointed.

Roman's hunches over. He's holding his head in what you know to be complete pain.

What the fuck?

"Roman?"

Of course, he doesn't answer you. You go to go up to him, but there's a hand on yours.

"I think we can go inside. Roman's vomit breath will meet us there, it looks like he's got enough people to check on him and his insides."

"I don't th-"

Even after everything, or because of everything, you still try and go to Roman. But Tabitha's hands rubbing his back stop you.

It takes the breath out of you.

Yeah, it's just...he'll meet you inside. Roman's got comfort, he decided it wouldn't be you and that'll stop hurting.

Roman will stop hurting a lot easier than you, you're sure. It'll be okay, you've got the rest of your life to take his insults of tonight.

"Okay, yeah. Let's go."

You hear the last of the gags as you and Stewy head inside to the start of the reception.

"I think they got my favorite desert, actually. I don't know how. If I'm feeling sultry and you're feeling consensual, I'll fork it into your mouth for you to try."

"...Sounds sultry. Okay"

You neither lean or move away from his hand on the small of your back. You let him pick something out of your hair.

"Roman, what the fuck? You okay, bro?"

"That was...you okay, son?"

You won't catch how Roman can't catch his breath. He can't recover. He can't come up from his knees. He actually lowers.

Tabitha's hands feels like bees, unfuckingfortunately. Roman crawls away and jolts at her palm finding him again.

"Stop! Just- it's fine. Stop. Sorry, sorry, Tab's. Dad, I'm good. I'm-"

He hacks. He can't breathe.

He knows why he can't breathe, but where are you? Where are the hands that actually feel like life digging back into his lungs?

Roman looks up.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

Where are you?

"Roma-"

Whoever's talking to him gets interrupted by more vomiting. He's choking on it.

"Oh fucking Christ. I'm going, I'm going inside, Pinky. Someone get him water. Absolutely disgusting."

He would say he doesn't know what he did, but he does. He just doesn't...but he's sorry.

Where did you go? Why don't you come back?

"Roman, baby-"

"Don't fuckin-I said! I said stop. Sorry, you'll touch me later. I'm sorry."

He really fucking is, but someone else will be. If Roman sees Stewy in there...the bullet in Roman's head will be his to blame. That'll make him feel better.

Roman wipes his mouth, his eyes. He sniffles.

"Are you cry-"

"No! Tabitha, stop! Shiv - go get banged, it's your wedding day."

He can feel eyes. So, he's right. Staring does mean things.

"Fuck off!"

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #succession fanfiction #roman roy x reader #roman roy fanfic #stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x reader #succession fic #roman roy x you #succession imagine

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ri-writes-if · 1 month ago

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New Year's bonus stories [1K words each], which will be made public later this month;

Vampire AU with Vez [2K] and its NSFW continuation [2K];

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These stories are played like the base game, with a customizable MC and sometimes with choices. I already made a theme schedule for myself, but if you pledge, you're free to make requests for scenarios, and I'll add them to my list. I'll post on specific days each month; you can find the schedule in the pinned post.

Writing stuff for it was fun! I've been writing only TAS every day for almost a year, so at least stepping away from the canon was like a breath of fresh air, lol. I want to play around a bit, though ofc I'll write in canon too!

If you're not interested in this, then nothing is changing for you. The base game stays free, and I'll keep answering questions on here and posting small sneak peeks/etc. Have a good day, Oracles 🤗

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gulnarsultan · 5 months ago

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more yan!henry VIII pls. i’m in my the tudors phase rn 🤞🏻🤞🏻 (maybe something with him being crazily in love with the reader that he's willing to do anything for her??)

Hello dear. I hope you like it. I love this guy too.🤭🤗❤

( Please do not underestimate what obsessive Henry can do for you. Believe me, this man can go to such lengths that he can go down in history as "The Cruel".)

(Nswf)

Yandere Henry viii and Princess reader.

~ You were the Princess of Scotland. You were the last child and only daughter of James III of Scotland and Margaret of Denmark. You were the apple of your parents', brothers' and the palace's eye. You easily managed to win everyone's love. Everyone said you were the most perfect Princess in the world.

~ When Margaret Tudor came to Scotland as a bride, you became a sister and a close friend to her. You were truly precious to Margaret. You supported her when she lost her brother Arthur, then her mother and her newborn sister. You helped her stand up against the losses. You helped with each of her pregnancies and the care of her children.

~This also causes Margaret to write a lot of letters to her family about you. These letters especially catch the attention of her brother Prince Henry. Soon Henry starts exchanging letters with you. As they continue to write, he finds himself drawn to you. After seeing the portrait of you that Margaret sends him, he falls obsessively in love.

~ He practically begs his father and grandmother to arrange a marriage between the two of you. King Henry does not turn down his only son's request. The negotiations between the two countries soon end positively. It is arranged for you to be sent to England in a short time. It was difficult for you to say goodbye to your family on the day you were to leave. However, you held your head high like a Princess. You set off on your journey with a loaded and ostentatious robe and the group that accompanied you.

~ When you arrived in England, you were welcomed at the port and escorted to the Palace. You were excited, anxious and a little scared on the way to the Palace. What would this marriage bring you? Love? Happiness? Power? You honestly didn't dare to think about the bad consequences. When the carriage stopped, you took a deep breath. When you got out of the carriage, the Royal Family of England stood in front of you. You respectfully bowed.

~ The wedding would be held in a week. And until the wedding, you would stay in a beautiful tower close to the Palace. As the days passed, you tried to control your excitement. However, Prince Henry's hungry and obsessive gaze at their first meeting had scared you. However, you tried not to think about it too much. Your wedding was very fancy and there were many guests. After the wedding, you moved to your bedroom, which had been prepared for the two of you in the Palace.

~ Henry was kind to you on the wedding night. It wasn't as scary as you feared. However, every second in the bedroom with Henry in the following days was full of lust, desire and desire. There were days when you even had difficulty walking in the mornings. After marrying Henry, you were locked in a golden skull. You couldn't leave your room without Henry by your side and you weren't allowed to write letters or communicate with others without him by your side.

~ Even your maids and bridesmaids were no longer close to you. They spoke to you formally. So your only friend was your husband Henry. Your husband soon ascended to the throne. Your coronation ceremony was lavish. At this time, you were almost seven months pregnant. Henry had cried tears of joy when he heard the news of your first pregnancy. Henry was paranoid about your health and safety.

~ He made sure you were eating right, drinking fluids, resting and sleeping. He had a habit of caressing your belly and feeling the baby kick. Your first baby was a healthy boy and Henry was very happy. He named your firstborn son "Henry". After the birth of Prince Henry, you gave birth to two more healthy sons, Prince Richard and Prince Edward. You gave birth to three healthy Princesses and a Prince, Princess Cecily, Princess Mary, Prince John and Princess Elinor.

~ He spoils you with the most expensive gifts. He has jewels (crown, ring, earring, necklace, bracelet and brooch) and dresses specially prepared for you. He allows you to go out for your duties as Queen. For example, documents and letters come to your room. Those who want to see you can only see you when Henry is with you.

~ Henry was a wonderful father to your children. He never had a mistress or a lover. He remained loyal to you and your marriage until his last breath. For some, the King's obsession was the love of fairy tales. For others, this obsession was the golden skullcap of a Princess.

#yandere tudors characters #yandere the tudors #yandere tudors #the tudors #house of tudor #yandere historical characters #yandere male #yandere henry viii #yandere henry viii x reader #yandere king henry viii #the tudors characters

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pearl-nouveau · 6 months ago

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A Woman's Purpose - Cregan Stark x Reader [chapter two]

summary: After your grandsire's death, you fly to Winterfell with Jacaerys and find yourself nervous to treat with Cregan years after your heated moment together.

warnings: none i think

a/n: short chapter, just felt like a good stopping point. anyone want part three,,,?🤗

The actions of Alicent and her eldest son did not shock me, but they deeply wounded a sense of hope that I hadn't realized was still deep within my soul. I would always remember Cregan praising my kind heart, but sometimes it felt like a curse. I had believed at my core that our family could find it within themselves to forgive, to come together, to support my grandsire's wishes and put a woman on the Iron Throne... I had believed that Alicent had a spine, that Aemond had humility, that Aegon had a heart. And Heleana, my poor, dear aunt whom I considered a close friend - it pained me to think of her caught in the center of such a mess. I longed to see her and I longed to see my mother on her throne.

I thought back to the dinner we had before leaving for Dragonstone again. We had been merry, since Jaecerys and Lucerys were newly engaged. I was happy for Jace especially since we had talked so often of hoping for happy marriages, and Baela was a wonderful girl who he already adored. It pleased me that there was a possibility for love between the two of them.

Aegon had drunkenly wandered to my seat and leaned towards my ear.

"Poor niece... Your only purpose to be married off and still yet to be engaged. You'll be running out of options soon."

His amusement sickened me and I continued to pick at my food, trying to ignore him, but he continued.

"If you don't pick you'll end up with some elderly lord with a thumb for a pecker. Best swallow your pride and pick someone to claim you. Can't be your own woman forever, girl." His breath reeked of alcohol.

Jacaerys had noticed his advances and stood to intervene, only for Aegon to direct his attention towards Baela, which began a whole other mess leading to the night quickly unraveling.

It had made you think about marriage, not only as a duty, but as a tool. It had always been an important fixture in politics, but after everything that has happened with the throne, I knew that it would be even more urgent for me to take a husband. I lay in my bed at Dragonstone, resting my eyes, considering the current predicament of betrothal.

When it came down to it, there was no one I wanted to imagine myself marrying except for the Northern man who had captured my heart so many years ago. I feared, however, that it was too late. I had already refused him, in a way, one time. In addition, I had humiliated myself with his advances and then fled. He very well may hate me; find me to be a tease, a whore. I shuddered to think about it.

At that moment, Jacaerys barged into my room.

"Sister," breathlessly he addressed me, "mother has requested us to go to Winterfell and treat with Cregan Stark."

There was a hint of a smile on his face, although we both knew the task was serious. I had no immediate response to him, so he elaborated.

"I suggested that you come. I believe you should see him. Besides, it is the perfect excuse to go."

I turned away, suddenly emotional. I wiped at my face. "Perhaps he has already taken a new wife," I shook my head. "We only need one representative of the crown."

"You're coming," He said finally. I realized it was no longer a request, but an order.

"Does mother know?"

He shook his head. "This is for you to figure out. No interferences." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Except for mine, right now. I would hope that if we are to enter the Hell of war we can find at least some happiness within the chaos."

His words made me want to weep, realizing how much he has grown and how much more he will have to in the coming years. How much all my siblings would grow. I feared for the lives of my loved ones. Instinctively, I reached for my brother and pulled him to me. He hugged me back tightly.

"It'll all be okay, little dragon," his old nickname for me made me chuckle into his shoulder, "tomorrow, we ride for Winterfell."

That night, I dreamt of Cregan. Brief, hazy glimpses of moments we shared in the past. Moments that made me fall in love with him.

I saw him poised in front of Vermithor, no fear in those stormy eyes, his hand outstretched to stroke my beautiful dragon's scaled face. He had respected the authority of my beast, and Vemithor in turn had leaned into the Lord's touch. That moment had brought heat to my stomach and tugged at my insides. The Bronze Fury was not easy to befriend.

I saw him across the altar in the sept where I took him on a tour, his head bent in prayer, dark hair framing his face. He had caught my eye and held it, unblinking, keeping it until I looked away.

I saw in the golden hour in the training yard, his gaze finding me between every attack. He moved like ice against his sparring partners: cold, calculated, hardened. No one bested him. When we walked to dinner together afterward, he walked behind me, and I had suddenly felt a tug at my hair. He gently pulled the ribbon holding my braid together - a braid commanded by my mother - letting my hair fall down my back. I like it down like this, he told me, wild and free, like you.

Morning was unwelcome because it ripped me from the warmth of my dreams with him, but the realization that I was soon to be headed for Winterfell thrilled me. I quickly dressed and packed with my handmaidens before finding Jacaerys in the hallway. He said nothing, grasping my hand and nodding solemnly. We moved to the dragon pit together and prepared Vermax and Vermithor. When we exited the cave, I saw my mother and younger siblings watching on from above.

"We should say our goodbyes," I told Jacaerys, "the Gods only know when the next time we will all be together is."

Jace nodded, and we joined with the rest of our family. I kissed each of the little ones on the forehead, pinched their cheeks, sniffed their baby skin, making every attempt to remember them as they were in case I was struck from the back of my dragon. Lucerys stood tall when I came to him, like the proud little fighter he was, and I gave him a tight hug and a squeeze of luck for his own journey. I worried for him dearly, but Lucerys was perhaps the most smart and capable of us Valeryen children, even at his young age.

"Good luck, raqiarzy," I spoke into his hair. He was nearly as tall as me at that point. "I shall see you soon."

My mother gazed at me with that look she always wore as I moved to stand in front of her. So diplomatic, so very regal. Sometimes I wished she would soften and just be my mother for a moment. But now, finally involved in diplomacy, who was I to her? Still her daughter, or some cancerous growth jeopardizing her claim?

I felt her arms around me. "Be safe," she whispered into my ear, "I love you, my daughter."

Tears filled my eyes and I hugged her back. I thought about all of our fights about my marriage. Who was I truly fighting? We were both shackled by tradition, still, I realized. Her claim had been an abstract future and now it had all come crashing down. She was still fighting the same battles against men that she believed to have won as a girl my own age. None of our past disagreements mattered now. Happiness and freedom were no longer mine to take for myself; they may be ripped from us all at any moment.

My mother and I separated and she placed a kiss to my brow. Her stoic demeanor had faded and I could see wetness in her eyes. Jace offered me his arm and I reluctantly took it, turning away from my family and trying not to think about our uncertain future.

The journey to Winterfell was long and cold, as many journeys on dragonback are, but I was comforted by the presence of Vermax and Jacaerys gliding back and forth below me. Our dragons, very different in size, flew quite differently. Vermax was nimble and slight, disappearing between clouds and darting in and out of sight easily. A formidable stealth opponent. Vermithor, on the other hand, was enormous and flew with simple, powerful strokes of his golden wings. He was fearsome, and I found him to be the most beautiful creature in the world. As terrifying as he was, our bond was strong. He never raised a tone at me; he grumbled and purred in my presence only, and awaited orders with undying loyalty. He had been my dragon since the time I was ten and four, and our relationship only strengthened by the day.

The sky greyed as we flew further North and the air began to chill. I shivered not only from the cold but the impending reunion I was to have with Cregan. I had no idea what to expect. I had considered opening his letter but it was still too frightening to me. It left me even more unprepared for a conversation with him.

When we reached Winterfell, Jacaerys and I circled Vermax and Vermithor a few times to signal our landing. We made no sudden moves towards the castle and its surrounding fortress, and landed in an isolated field. The wind whipped my long hair out from the veil I had tied around my head. It floated around my head like a halo as I squinted in the heatless sunlight.

"Someone rides this way," Jacaerys called from the back of Vermax. He began to disembark and I glanced over to where he looked. A rider on a black horse, eighteen hands tall, came galloping towards our dragons. Vermithor let out a roar of distaste. He didn't like people coming near him - or me. I calmed him with coos in High Valerian and began to slide down his wing. The rider had stopped next to Jace and gotten off the horse.

As I crept closer, I knew it was Cregan. His stature was unmistakable. Tall and dominating against the bleak horizon in his furs. Gods, I had never seen him in his heavy Northern furs. It made me want to crawl within them, to feel the heat of his body around me. Coming closer, I saw him clap Jace on the shoulder with familiarity, and then turn his gaze to me. With no hesitation, he came towards me. I saw behind him Jace getting onto his horse, the ghost of a brotherly smirk on his face, and kicking the horse forward towards Winterfell.

"What-" I began to question as Cregan came within arm's length of me, unable to finish as he pulled me to his chest in a tight hug. The furs were just as warm as they looked, and I melted into his arms. It had been so long since I smelled him. Like sap and smoke and ale and somehow roses. My arms snaked under the cloak and I could feel the hardened muscle of his body through his shirt. And then I realized - he was hugging me, as if he missed me, as if...

"I've missed you, my princess." He spoke into my hair.

"You aren't angry with me?" I breathed into his cloak. He pulled back and took my chin in his calloused fingers, his face laced with confusion.

"How could I ever, my girl? You didn't read my letter?"

I flushed. "I was embarrassed. I thought you would have wanted me to keep quiet after I... lost control like that." He barked out a laugh, which would have made her feel ashamed had he not paired it with a gentle kiss to her cheekbone.

"I'll show you what losing control really is, someday," he kissed her cheek again and hummed. "Darling, I wrote you that letter and apologized for leaving so quickly... had it been up to me I would have stayed until you chose to see me again and asked for your hand right there. I had to get home to my son and my duties here but you have never left my head." Now it was his turn to flush as he recounted the contents of his letter. "I... I had begged you to someday consider me to be your husband if you ever found that marriage was something you wanted. None of my advisors could convince me to take another wife until I knew that there was no chance. I have held out hope for years, I have taken no other lover, and I beg you to end my agony and provide an answer," he dropped to his knee as if his body were giving out on him. "Is there a chance? Someday, that you would allow me to love you as I already do?"

It all became clear to me that my world was soon to fall apart, and standing in front of me was a man who was promising to stand by my side in the worst of times. As my family is torn apart and our power in the realm shattered. A smile crossed my face.

"You mean to tell me that the most eligible Northern Lord has been withholding his services from the ladies of the North, all because a faraway dragon rider was stuck in his dreams?"

My teasing lilt was enough for him to look up at me and grin, standing to his full height towering over me. He grasped at my waist with one hand and cupped my face with the other.

"They've been left wanting, I suppose." My Lord Stark said contemplatively.

"As have ladies in the South." I told him, surprised by my own boldness and pleased by the delivery.

He wasted no more time in capturing my lips, kissing me as if he were starved. He kept taking breaths to stare at me before continuing. His lips moved lovingly across my neck, my jaw, my throat, hungry to taste every inch of skin. After a while, I pressed against his chest and examined his face. It was even more beautiful up close than I remembered. His face an oval with hardened edges. Strong brows and thick pink lips that I was free to kiss. His hair pulled back haphazardly to keep from blowing in the wind. He kissed me one more time, this one softer than baby's breath, and held my head in one of his strong hands before nodding towards Winterfell in the distance.

"I let Jacaerys take my steed so we might walk together." He gestured back to the dragons. "Whatever they eat I will have brought to them."

"They'll eat anything. Even you," I poked his chest.

"You just tell me if Vermithor ever starts feeling jealous. I shall begin to steer clear."

We walked together, slowly, catching up after the last couple of years. I asked of his son and he told me that Rickon was nearly three years old. He stopped me for a moment. "I've already an heir. If we wed, I shall not force you to bear my children. You will never be just the mother of my children. You will be my wife."

I smiled at that, saying nothing. Children hadn't crossed my mind. I supposed I was not ready to think about it. The way he spoke so definitely about our marriage gave me pause.

"Cregan, I-" my words faltered, but I persisted. "I think you ought to know that I didn't come here just to see you."

He chuckled. "I figured as such when you brought your brother and two dragons."

I blushed. "We need you and your army to stand by my mother. My uncle has taken her throne. My grandsire's crown was scarcely off his head before Aegon took it. My mother raises an army to stand against him. I am not a bargaining tool, I will not marry you for an army-"

"-I would never presume to trade you like an animal. The North will see your mother, the rightful queen, on her throne, you have my word. I want to marry you because I fell in love with you in King's Landing those years ago, and I wish for you to be free as you want to be. If marrying me is not how you will find your freedom, I will accept your answer." The concept seemed to pain him.

Would marriage truly shackle me? Being with Cregan felt like being on dragonback for the first time. It felt like gliding over a lake of glass water, your arms outstretched. I had fought and fought for so many years to be free, but free from what? I now saw in front of me a new kind of freedom, away from the clawing hands that surrounded the crown always. I saw a man who chose me and respected my happiness. I looked around at the rolling hills and distant mountains. The cool wind on my face. Bustling people entering and exiting the gates of Winterfell. Perhaps I imagined it, but I heard laughter. Children. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt peace.

I opened them again to see the hopeful face of Cregan Stark awaiting my words. If what he said was true, would he remain here in front of me for the rest of my life, always waiting to grant my next wish?

I smiled. Reached out to him. Snaked my hands around his neck, brought his face close to mine.

"I choose me," I told him quietly. "So, I choose you."

We sealed the betrothal with a kiss.

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aemondwhoresworld · 7 months ago

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JACAERYS VELARYON IDEAS RECCOMENDATION!

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!tarlarys! reader x baela targaryen (*) | angst to fluff, happy ending, jace has 2 wifes (you can add more to it)

*MUST READ: reader is also have Valyrian blood and she also rides a dragon. the Tarlarys and Targaryen families are great-distant relatives, so in this plot, there is no incestuous relationship between Jacaerys and reader! lady Baela Targaryen is already pregnant in this idea/story.

mae: yea i know i made up the tarlarys noble house but you can change it to your own noble house name ⭐️ i wish my english is better, or maybe more about the vocab 🥲 literally wanted to write a fiction myself 😭 anyways most of my ideas are suitable for like a series/ multi-part kind of.

warning: this is just an ideas, not a full imagine/ fic/ one-shot so if any writers here want to write a fic base on this idea, all name can be change to fit your story, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO USE IT! 🤗✨| i wrote this idea based on this scence 👇

! A FEW SMALL NOTES :

rhaenyra being a kind mother-in-law

no hate relationship between baela and y/n

in this idea the friendship between y/n and baela is a good friendship, but in terms of closeness, it is only at the social level, helping each other when needed.

the way y/n treats jace and baela’s two children also comes from her love for children. maybe y/n often spend a lot of time embroidering for their kids. because she also wanted a child herself so that’s why

of course there will be intimate between both jace and y/n on the wedding night.

- 1 MONTH BEFORE THE BATTLE BETWEEN TEAM BLACK & GREEN HAPPEN

in this story Jace marries 2 wives, the first wife is Lady Baela Targaryen married out of love and the second wife is Lady Y/n Tarlarys out of duty.

at this time, Baela and Jace already had 2 daughters (both inherited all the beauty of both targaryen, strong features). Jace and Y/n still haven’t had children yet, of course Jace has no intention of giving his seed to his second ladywife.

talk more about y/n's personality, i potraits her as a strong women who does not show how her feeling outside, but is a bit humble and y/n also has a personality abit weird like Helaena, a bit strange, but overall she still has her own unique characteristics because she has pure Valyrian blood.

the story will begin when team black is negotiating (like the scene in the GIF), then y/n steps in, instead of the person riding on dragon's back to go into battle is Rhaenys, the one who volunteers to go into battle is Y/n. because she thinks she is an ‘not so important’ person in this family, but then also come from the pressure from her own family, the Tarlarys caused after a long time of marriage, Y/n still has no news anything about having Jace’s child in her womb, or Jace's heir. therefore, it led to an argument between Jace and Y/n about this issue, when Jace said harsh words to Y/n such as "You will never have a chance to get carry by heir, only Baela". that’s why she think the best that she disapear or maybe dead

i will go through the scene of the battle between the dragons, and in this situation Y/n did not die but was only slightly injured but not significantly. when Y/n returned to Dragonstone, she didn't want to meet Jace or anyone, perhaps in this moment when she spent all her time on herself, thinking for herself, she somehow decided to end this marriage and she also asked her father not to try to withdraw his alliance because of her respect for Queen Rhaenyra and also because of she think Rhaenyra is the rightful heir to the iron throne, not Aegon.

while waiting for a response from her father, there was a cold war between Jace and her as things gradually became more tense not a single word between them, but at the most devasted moment, Y/n finally found comfort when she became pregnant, when she learned about the babe, that the only person that Y/n told was Queen Rhaenyra, Y/n also told the truth about the absent marriage between her and Jace that only happened in 1 month like that with Rhaenyra.

maybe after their talk, Rhaenyra has told Jace about what Y/n has said and from there Jace realized her sacrifices for this family, although at this time Jace still saw her as redundant but because of her, being pregnant, Jace has gradually spent time with Y/n, although not too much, but still has time for her during the day or night. in addition, Jace also wrote a letter for the crow to send to the Tarlarys House with the hope that Y/n's father would not accept her request to annul this marriage, because Jace knew that if her father agreed and didn't know about her pregnant, when the child being born this child of his might be called 'Bastard' and of course Jace didn't want any of his children to be called that because he himself had been be like that before.

gradually, as Jace spent more and more time with Y/n, it was time for feelings to blossom, but when Y/n just felt the love from Jace, that small hope was turned off when Jace learned about Baela was also pregant with their third babe, from then on Jace seemed to disappear from Y/n's sight until Y/n went into labor and gave birth alone, after giving birth to the child. Rhaenyra came to meet Jace's first son with brown hair, slightly curly, holding the child, looking at the child with love and affection because when Rhaenyra looked at the child him she remembered her late son, Lucaerys. Jacaerys late younger brother (possibly naming the child Lucaerys Velaryon after Jace's late brother)

time passed when Lucaerys was now 3 years old, there were times when Jace would spend with Lucaerys, it could be said that for 3 years, the feelings between Y/n for Jace were always the same, always loyal towards Jace, and Jace gradually fell in love with Y/n but he never told Y/n, thus making Y/n misunderstand that Jace only cared about her because of Lucaerys. Maybe when one time while having dinner with the family, Lucaerys just ask Jace about why he don’t have any siblings, which make him feel bad so that’s when Y/n decided to sit down and talk clearly, about everything, everythings that had happen in the past 3 years, all about her loneliness and also to admitting her feelings for Jace, and maybe Jace also told her the truth. followed by days when Jace always tried to make up for Y/n about all the time that he treats her.

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jeankluv · 7 months ago

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I told you so- Utahime Iori

summary: You and Utahime had a fleeting love affair when you were young, but tired of Utahime not being brave enough to admit your love or show it in public, you decided to leave. 10 years later you meet again and seeing her again only confirms that you are still in love with her.

paring: Utahime x fem!reader

tags: +18, angst, explicit smut content, oral sex, scissoring, mentions of gojohime(?), mentions of arranged marriages, mentions of satosugu, happy ending, no use of y/n, all characters are in their late 20s early 30s

words: 3k

notes: before pride month ended I needed to post this. I love Utahime sooooo much and I came up with this idea but I didn’t know if I should post it or not because there are not a lot of Utahime fics/one shots but I decided to give it a try. So everyone please enjoy. Also I still recovering, after hurting my shoulder but gladly it’s not my dominant arm so it’s fine 🤗

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

You looked at her, trying to hold your breath and trying not to jump, but you were one second away from breaking down. But you couldn’t scream at her, not her.

“Listen.” Utahime spoke, holding the sheets against her chest.

“I get it.” You murmured. “For you this means nothing.”

“No!” Utahime shouted. “That’s not what…”

“Listen ‘Hime, I know you don’t want us to go out as a couple. I know for you it will be hard.” You turned around and grabbed your clothes. “But I can’t… I can’t keep going like this. I don’t want to call it off but we can’t keep going like that.” You looked at her. “I don’t want to be your secret.”

“Please just…” She tried to grab your hand.

“Utahime I think this is the best way.” You said, holding back your tears. Gathering courage, you looked into her eyes. “But Utahime, you can kiss a hundred boys in bars but I know you won’t be able to stop this feeling.” You said talking about what you felt whenever you were together. “So, good luck babe.”

You left the room, putting on the dress that you had taken off with so much haste and anxiety last night. You had gone from ecstasy, from the heat of each other, from the wet kisses of both of them and your bodies knowing each other perfectly to waking up that morning, facing the feelings you had had since high school, so that Utahime would tell you that your “love” could not get past those walls.

You knew that Utahime repressed those feelings out of fear, fear of many things. Fear of her family, of what they will say, fear of the looks. But you wanted to protect her, you wanted her to feel proud to walk with you down the street while you held your hands and showed your love. But that didn't seem to have worked and you were already too exhausted to continue fighting.

With giant steps you left the apartment without looking back. That day you not only lost the love of your life, but also one of your best friends and that destroyed your heart.

10 years later

Shoko had invited you to eat after you called her to tell her that you had returned to the city, now you were both happily eating in one of the many restaurants in the city.

“I missed this.” You said.

Shoko nodded with a smile. “Me too, it’s been so long. You left for college and have been out for how long?”

“10 years this year.” You shrugged.

“God.” Shoko gasped. “A lot of things have happened and changed since then.” She shook her head. “You probably don’t know, since you both fought but Utahime got married.”

You pursed your lips. "Oh really?" You faked a smile. "I'm happy for her."

Shoko never knew about your affair and you doubt Utahime would have told her. Even though it had been 10 years since you and Utahime had met, you couldn't deny that you were still completely in love with her. Of course in those 10 years you had had a partner, but none had ever filled you up like Utahime had done.

“You could fix whatever happened between you.” Shoko said, bringing you back to reality.

You shook your head. “I don't think it's possible.”

She sighed. “You really are the same.” She said in a whisper. “Anyways, are you coming to the party?”

You smiled. “Of course Shoko.”

The day of Shoko's party arrived and you opted for a tight dress, which highlighted your figure. Meeting the guests, you walked around the place with a smile, most of them were new faces that you didn't know, but there was the occasional face that seemed familiar to you and that had probably been a classmate of yours in high school, but you honestly didn't remember them.

After a while you went out to the balcony, looking for some air and tranquility away from all the noise of people.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes when you heard the balcony door open, your moment of peace over faster than you would have liked.

But then your name sounded behind you and you felt your heart skip a beat in your chest. Her sweet voice still sounded the same as it did ten years ago. With your heart in your throat you turned slowly, meeting those brown eyes. Utahime was in front of you 10 years later and she looked beautiful, if that were possible. Your heart began to beat strongly in your heart and you felt like you had no words left. You were still too in love with her.

“You are here.” She whispered.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I… I came a few days ago and Shoko invited me.” You tried to put a smile on your face.

She nodded. “That’s great.”

It could have been 10 or 20 years but you knew her too well to know that her voice sounded hurt and that she was about to cry. You wanted to walk up to her and wrap her in your arms, but you couldn't, you shouldn't. It was then that your eyes landed on the ring resting on Utahime's left hand and a knot formed in your stomach.

“Shoko told me you got married.” You forced a smile. “I’m happy to hear that.”

Utahime looked at you. “Are you?” She whispered.

You swallowed and looked down. “Of course.”

“I know you are lying.” She said.

“And what do you want me to say Utahime?” You looked at her. “That I’m still in love with you? Well yes I am and seeing you standing here right in front of me and seeing how my whole body and soul reacts it’s only proof of that.”

You saw how Utahime’s chest rose and how her eyes looked at you with intensity. Your name being just a whisper on her lips she took a step forward. But soon enough she was interrupted by a male voice.

“Utahime, you are here.” The tall guy entered the balcony. “I was looking for you like crazy.”

You looked at the guy and then back at Utahime, you assumed it was her husband. Biting your lip, you coughed and the man stared at you.

“Oh, hi I didn’t see you there.” He smiled.

“No problem.” You shook your head with a smile.

“Satoru.” Utahime finally spoke. “She is a friend of mine.” She introduced you.

“Oh nice to meet you, I’m Utahime’s husband.” He greeted you with a smile and you felt a punch in the face as those words came from his mouth.

“Nice to meet you.” You faked your smile. “Now if you excuse me I need to leave.” You said passing by.

Without turning to look at her, you walked as fast as your feet could allow you, feeling how that knot in your stomach was getting bigger and bigger. Your gaze searched for Shoko and you saw her animatedly chatting with more people. Walking over to her, you grabbed her arm.

“I’m leaving.” You whispered to her ear.

“Already?” She said with a sad look.

“Yeah, tomorrow I have some stuff to do and I don’t want to oversleep.” You lied. “I will call you okay?” Shoko nodded and you walked out of that party.

Feeling how your heart was still pounding and at the same trying holding not to break up from that love.

Utahime Iori pov

Utahime rolled over once again on the bed. She hadn't been able to sleep since she and Satoru had arrived at the apartment. Sitting on the bed she clutched her head and sighed heavily.

Utahime rarely regretted things, but there was one thing he had been regretting for 10 years. And it had been not stopping when you walked out the door of her apartment that day. Because when you told her that that feeling that you loved and shared would never be repeated even if she kissed a hundred boys... oh how right you were.

I should have stopped you, told you that I loved you and that I would face anything for you. But Utahime was a coward and now she resented it.

Getting out of bed, she looked at the side of the bed and saw it empty, something that didn't surprise her in the least. She left the room and to her surprise she ran into him there.

“You are already back?” She whispered.

“I told you it was not going to take long.” He said back.

“Satoru you know, that I don’t mind if you spend the whole night with him.” Utahime crossed her arms and walked to the refrigerator.

“I know but since we are married.”

“You know our marriage is fake.” She said. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you.” Satoru looked at her. “Romantically, you know I do care for you.”

“Good.”

“You were a pain on my ass but now you are almost like my best friend.”

“Almost?” He said offended, Utahime rolled her eyes. “It was her?” Satoru then suddenly asked.

Utahime froze and nodded after a few seconds. “Yes…” She said with a thin voice.

“Utahime…” Satoru sighed and approached her. “You know we can always end all this show.”

“But our families…” She whispered.

Satoru laughed. “We are both CEOs of our families companies, we are not kids like back then.” Utahime looked at him. “I know you are not happy and we will never be happy in this fake marriage, we work well but there will never be that love between us. And you know that.” Utahime closed her eyes. “I saw how you looked at her and I have seen that look before.”

“Where?” She asked.

“It was the same look Suguru had when I told him I needed to marry you.” He sighed. “A gaze of logging mixed with a feeling of losing something dear to you.”

Utahime stifled a sigh and looked at Satoru. “I wanted to go after her.” She said with glassy eyes. “Tell her that I love her and love her then too. I wanted to go… but I'm a coward.”

“Don’t say that.” Satoru said. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have lost Suguru, it was thanks to you that I didn't give up and I don't know how many years may have passed for you but you still love her and…”

“She also told me that she still loved me.”

Satoru smiled. “So what are you waiting for, go get her.”

“Satoru, I don't even know where she is.”

“Call Shoko.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“It's 4 in the morning!” She protested.

“Come on try it.” He said. “How romantic would it be if you showed up at her door at 4 in the morning, confessed your love, and the two of you melted into a passionate kiss?”

“God you are unbearable.” Utahime rolled her eyes and dialed Shoko's number. “Shoko! Hello… yes I'm sorry but it's urgent.” She said with her heart fluttering. “I need you to give me an address.”

Your POV

A knock on your apartment door made you wake up. It was still dark outside and the clock on your phone didn't read past 4:30 in the morning. In silence you approached the door and looked through the camera to see who was the person who was knocking on your door with so much force. Your lips dried when you saw the figure on the other side. Taking a moment to breathe, you pinched your cheek, making sure you were awake.

With a trembling hand, you grabbed the knob and pulled it open. “Uta…”

“I love you.” Utahime said before you could ask anything. “I have always have. And I was a cowardly idiot for not stopping you that day. For letting you go.”

You looked at her and had to mentally remind yourself that she was real and that she was there. “No, you…” You shook your head.

Utahime said your name again and you looked at her. “I love you, I love you too much and… I don't want, I don't want to lose you, not again.”

“You are married.” You told her, shaking.

She shook her head. “It's not real. Satoru and I got married for our families but we don't love each other, we've never been together, we were just pretending.” She looked at you with her big brown eyes, which you were too weak for.

“But… your family.”

“I don’t care about them.” She said. “I only care about you, about us.”

You closed your eyes and held your breath. “I love you too.” You whispered.

Utahime walked towards you and cupped your face. “Let’s start over, let’s do it the right way, okay?” She smiled, the both of you were crying. “Satoru and I will go to the lawyer tomorrow to start with everything for the divorce.”

You nodded, whipping away her tears. “I missed you so much.”

Utahime smiled and knocked both of your lips in an urgent kiss, which mixed with the tears that you loved had shed. With clumsy steps you closed the front door and leaned Utahime against it, working your way into her neck, biting it and leaving it full of wet kisses while Utahime's soft moans delighted your ears.

Breaking away from her, you grabbed her hand and led her to your room. The dream you had a few minutes ago was completely gone and had been replaced by the urgency and desire to make love to the beautiful woman in front of you. You got rid of your pajamas and Utahime got rid of her clothes, leaving you both completely naked. Utahime lay down on the bed with a smile and you began to kiss her, first her lips, then her collarbone and then her breasts.

”You've only gotten more beautiful with time.” You whispered against her skin.

“Look who spoke.” Utahime said as she stifled a moan. “When I saw you in that tight black dress, I only had obscene thoughts.” She whispered.

“Oh yeah? Like what princess?” You said with a smile.

“I wanted to get down on my knees and devour you completely and have everyone hear you scream my name.” She said mischievously with a smile on her face.

“Well, it's a shame, because I'm going to be the one who devours you.” You said lifting her legs and placing them on each of your sides. “I hope my neighbors find out how good I make you feel tonight.”

You kissed her lower lips getting a moan in response from her and her hands on your hair, with your tongue you dug her hunt searching for her weak spot. She moaned your name, while she gasped with pleasure and writhed between your sheets while your tongue fucked her.

You looked at her through your eyelashes and smiled when you saw her, all red and full of pleasure. Her mouth was slightly opened and your name was constantly repeated.

You pushed your tongue into her faster, making sure to taste every part of her and making her feel in heaven.

“Oh fuck!” Utahime moaned, arching her back. “I missed you so much!”

With those words you began to suck her clit causing Utahime's moans to only increase. You wanted to taste her again, you wanted to have her like this forever, for her to be only yours.

Her walls tightened around you, she was close you could feel it, you knew her too well. Her moans became increasingly high-pitched and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly hot. With a loud moan she came, her head falling back, seeking to catch her breath.

You turned your head away from her and licked your lips tasting her with a smile.

“That was…” She said with a cracked voice.

“I know.” You smirked, sitting on the bed you grabbed Utahime by the hip and sat her down as well. “You don't think I'm done, do you?”

"I did not expect it." She answered.

Getting into position, you began scissoring, grinding harder and harder against each other. You both started to kiss while the room filled with noises of your moans and the sound of that old bed.

Grinding faster with each passing moment you felt how your body was starting to tremble. You ground your hips into Utahime's as your intimacies collided, sending shockwaves through your sweaty, desire-filled bodies. Grinding your pussies together for a little longer, you both came with a long, agonizing moan that filled the room, which then fell completely silent. Only your labored breaths were audible.

You grabbed Utahime's hips and laid her down, wrapping your arms around her. You felt her pulse and her warmth invading your body and her smell of flowers hit your nose.

Utahime turned to look at you and smiled. “Thank you for not giving up on us.”

You shook your head with a smile being drawn on your face. “I could never give up on us.”

Utahime chuckled softly and your grip tightened around her. “I love you.” She whispered.

“Me too.” You whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“I feel like I'm forgetting something.” Utahime whispered.

“I'm sure it doesn't matter, now let's sleep.” She hummed in response.

And so with your bodies intertwined with each other and feeling your warmth and your heart pumping, you fell into a deep sleep.

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Extra scene

“It’s been 30 minutes, you think she was able to talk with her?” He said. “Or maybe should I go and check that she is not there crying in the hallway?”

A sighed came from the other side of the line. “Satoru… they are probably having makeup sex.”

“Oh.” Satoru gasped. “You think so Suguru? Oh that will be awesome! There could be two weddings soon.”

“Two weddings?”

“Of course, you and me and them.”

“I don’t see a ring on my finger Satoru.”

Satoru turned the car on and started driving. “Well Suguru, give me 10 minutes and I will be on one knee asking you to marry me, if you want me to be on both knees to do other things we also can.”

Suguru chuckled. “I will be waiting.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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lolaandthens0me · 1 year ago

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A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!!! 🎉😬

I’m MOVING!!! 🚚 📦

As you all know, I’ve been making some really hard choices and big changes in my life over the past 2 years. I’ve come out as bisexual, made the difficult choice to leave my marriage, moved out on my own for the first time ever, got my yoga teacher certification, started a polyamorous life, am thriving in multiple relationships, branched out in my blossoming sexuality, embarked upon a wholly kinky life, started my JFF, have worked hard to cultivate a beautiful friendship with my ex, and have taken time to work on and prioritize me, my mental health, and my overall wellness.

And now the next chapter: I’m moving to a new city and away from my hometown for the first time! I cannot wait to create a new career, new friendships, new life out there; and I’ll be living with one of my best friends! But, the very best part- I’ll be closer to my Love 💙

@resonantyes - Here I come. 🤗

Watch out…there is sure to be more couple shenanigans to come!

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lili66sblog · 8 months ago

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ALL Time Reading ;

Pick -a-pile:"your wedding 💍 dayy & life "

Pile 1

Okay,so for you pile no.1,I feel like you would feel kind of nervous on your wedding day,it would be like an emotional nervousness where you are excited but somewhere nervous as well for the responsibility.I see your husband playing a very important role ,he might be like a person who likes to be in charge and do everything in a proper way .I feel like he would be helping a lot on your wedding day,and there might be many last minute changes as well.Your mother in law would have a significant role to play as well.I see you wearing a very beautiful dress kind of lacy ,and I see some piece of jewellery might be a locket or anything else ,which you would wear as a token of love as it will be gifted to you by your husband.I also see that your dress would be kind of traditional as well.The decorations of your wedding would be simple yet elegant .

I see that your life after marriage would be quite traditional. I see that in your marriage there are many third party interactions like your brother in law or other general relatives of the family ,not necessarily in a bad way ,it might be that you guys would be living with them like a family or might be involved with them somehow.I think that your marriage might have many mutual changes as well!

That was your reading pile 1,hope you liked 🤗❤!

Pile 2

Hloo my dear pile 2😘!,soo your wedding day I think would not be less than a movie ,there are so much emotions ,and so much fun !I feel like you would have your colleagues or your classmates friends present in your wedding and you guys would do a lot of fun games with them.And you and your husband would be the spotlighttt ,what I mean by that is that you would kind of fall in love with them on your wedding day itself,i mean not saying that you would not love them before,but it's just something about your wedding day that you'll see something in their eyes and that feeling of like finally spending the rest of your life with them ,it's just totally different!Yk it's like you have seen them as your friend where you both were kids ,doing fun ,major friends to lovers vibe here.So ya,it's like that you were kids until "this "moment when he just showed up to take vows with you ,now you are not kids anymore not just lovers anymore,but soulmates ❤!Yup,i know it's totally drama romantic ,but it is yk!!!And like talking about the decorations so the decorations would be very chill yet very classy ,luxurious even.It's the perfect bachelorette party with all the luxury items yet will the chill vibe and atmosphere any group of friends can dream for.Talking about your dress it would be sort of cool yet cute in a way.You would have a lot of fun in your wedding day,but at the same time you would start something really beautiful both in reality as well as spiritually.

I am getting that for you the life after marriage would be quite dynamic I would say.I am getting a lot of fire energy it is very possible that either you or your spouse has fire in their chart.There is a lot of youthful energy in this pile.I feel most of your's mental age is 18 or 20.Like you are young from your heart.Again the life after your marriage reminds me of a sweet rom com movie,where i also see fight between you ,like crazy fights ,but in the end you guys will stick together.I am getting a lott of career focused vibes,I feel like both you and your spouse are very curious people ,the type of people who always wants to learn in their life ,and also I am getting that you and your spouse might have very different aspirations as well ,in which your relationship can be a problem and may lead to fights between you two.But I am seeing that in the end there is a energy of always returning ,returning to where you belong,to them actually.You guys would learn so much about life with each other ,sometimes fighting with each other ,staying away with each or coming back or loving each other.There is what you call a journey ahead for you 🌟!

That was your reading pile no.2 ,hope you liked,and stay blesseddd!!

Pile 3

Hlo sweeties!!So ,this pile is the princess pile actually.Your wedding would be grand ,I think that your spouse would be rich and you would marry a rich person actually.I think that you wouldn't know a lot about your spouse before marriage ,I think it will happen quite fast.You would be shy and nervous about it .You can even feel confused.Your dress can be possibly gifted to you by the groom's family,it would be very beautiful and traditional is what I am seeing.The decorations again at your wedding would be so beautiful and luxurious.You can marry in a big hall or something.

Life after marriage would be very serene actually!Like ,I am seeing that you and your spouse would develop a very beautiful bond with each other.I feel like you would be very responsible after marriage ,you would actually learn quite a lot from your husband.You and your husband would together invest in something financial is what I am seeing,you would eventually have many financial gains as well after your marriage.I feel like that you and your spouse would be the responsible ones in your family as you would have to take a lot of responsibility possibly because of many reasons.Either ways but I do am seeing you fulfilling your responsibilities very well by caring and supporting for each other .!!!!

Hey,my dear pile 3,that was your reading ,hope you enjoyed!❤

Pile 4

Heyy,pile no 4!!I feel like you guys would be very happy on your wedding day.Like I feel like that you have actually planned your wedding a lot in advance ,and manifested it even in some ways.I think that you guys would be very well settled in your career before marriage, I am getting a lot of diplomatic life planning people vibes from this pile.I think that maybe you guys would already have the time in mind when you would get married ,and also only after being settled in your career.I think that it would be a cute ,chill traditional wedding.I don't see a lot of people ,I actually see the families of both sides,your friends and some colleagues.I think that you guys might marry in an open place possibly surrounding a lot of nature.your dress would be very beautiful ,stylish and comfortable as well.The decorations would be very flowery and fresh .I see a lot of happy faces and smiles and laughter on your wedding .

Your life after marriage is very different actually.Like you guys would be the most talked about couple actually.I see that there would be a lot of talks regarding you ,I think that you and your spouse would make a very stylish couple ,always properly dressed and yk giving perfectionist vibes .I feel like you and your spouse would give a lot of space to each other in marriage and would be very supportive of each other's work.The problem would be that both of you would be a bit egoistic with your ideas and beliefs and this could create problems.I think that you guys would focus a lot on your public image as a couple and could act very well behaved around other people ,this could create a sense of baggage of always portraying an idealistic marriage for the two of you.You guys would be fighting but in a cute way as well ,like kids fight for which superhero is the best ,lol.It would be a stylish and cute affair ,your marriage!

Hlo my lovelies,hope you liked😘💓💓!

Pile 5

Hey ,lovelies!your wedding day would be quite old school yet stylish I would say .I am seeing that you guys would believe in concepts such as soulmates and made for each other or match made in heaven.All of these ideals would come into reality on your wedding day .I see that there would be a lot of your seniors as well as your friends on your wedding day.Your dress would be very 90s or possibly something which is considered old yet iconic.There would be sexual tension between you and your spouse ,you guys would be very passionate for each other.I see that it would be an old school fairy like atmosphere or decorations of your wedding.You would be shy at first but as time will pass,you would also start enjoying and being free on your wedding day!

You guys would have a lot of aspirations and dreams to conquer after your marriage.I see that you guys would have similar dreams and can actually start something together professionally,you guys could be the chain breakers of your family. You guys would be always supporting each other and would find success in your professional field as well,but you guys would also have to sacrifice for it I would say.I see that the people around you would not really support what you are doing and you guys might feel lonely sometimes as you have no support but through each other's help you will overcome many obstacles in your life.You guys would be the ideal couple surviving through the thicks and thins of your life.

That was your reading pile 5!Hope you liked it !!!

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