#please ignore all of the spelling errors I made in this

[cherryblossom-heart]

I hate you (11.5/12)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Everything crumbles apart.

Content Warning: ANGST, torture (be warned, it's a little graphic) blood, kill attempts, violence, murder (not of main character), a lot of choking and stabbing. SMUT (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, oral sex [f receiving], penetrative sex, asphyxiation, sub? Sukuna, they a little kinky) like a quarter of it is just smut so seriously, minors dni. Mahito is his own warning. Not proofread. I am not a native English speaker so please do forgive all the spelling mistakes or grammatical errors 😔

W.C. 9.1k (yeah, sorry about that haha)

A/N: Hi besties! So here we are, finally after weeks I finished. I really hope you guys like it, also don't hate me. I already had this in mind before I even decided on the second season haha. Also be warned, smut is in no way my area of expertise so be prepared for a very mid sex scene but my shaylas deserved it after everything they've gone through haha.

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“Stop! Please!” you wailed, the hoarse scream rasping your throat raw.

Smack

“Please!” you kept trying, tears falling below you.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Uraume’s cough came out strangled as they struggled to keep breathing. After a few failed attempts, blood came out of their mouth. They’re eyes opened wide as a kick nocked them down to their side.

Your screams had started loud, threats of death and other corporeal punishments coming out of your mouth, as if somehow you could scare them into stopping. After forty minutes of watching multiple punches fall in your siblings body, their hands tied to their back, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You tried bargaining, asking if there was anything you could give them, anything they wanted, just so they would stop but they ignored you.

Uraume had started strong, dodging a few couple of punches, moving swiftly even with their hands immobilized however human stamina could only last for so long. After the fifth punch to the side of the head their stability had dwindled, not longer after that they had collapsed.

Now you pleaded, begged them to stop hurting your only family left alive.

You weren’t sure why you were doing it anymore.

You had nothing left in you. There was no point.

Uraume was going to die. You were too, probably.

Your bodies thrown in a ditch somewhere if you were lucky. Or probably dissolved in acid or burned, whatever left less evidence.

Or maybe you would be chopped into pieces, sent as a message.

You guess you had lied to Sukuna when you promised you would keep your shit together.

Sukuna.

You promised you would trust him.

You did.

I never took you for a weakling.

Snap out of it, brat.

Snap out of it.

Snap.

Out.

Of.

It.

Now.

A wail different than the others came out of your throat, different enough to catch the attention of Uraume’s assailants, their heads snapping in your direction. Confusion washed as they kept listening, your head trembling as you continued. It took them a couple of seconds, nevertheless they heard it. A laugh. A cackle. Tears came down your face as you gasped for air, your howls making your sides hurt.

The man that held Uraume’s body dropped them on the floor.

They came to you, but your laughter didn’t dwindle. You weren’t even looking at them, your body shaking with laughter

Smack.

You fell to the floor.

“What the fuck is so fucking funny?”

You wiped blood off the corner of your mouth, your lungs slowly filling with air as your cackles had ceased. Sukuna might have been the first one to see it, the delicate film that made you seem ordinary, but that was all it was. A cover. A wall that you displayed so you could hide the darkness you kept buried inside.

“You.”

Smack.

“You don’t know who you messed with, do you?”

Laughter. Crazy, bone chilling laughter.

Uraume’s skin grew goosebumps even when she was in the verge of passing out.

“Leave her alone, she’s already going crazy.”

You didn’t have anything to hide anymore. There was no point in keeping appearances.

If you were going to die, you would do it in your own terms.

“I’m not the one you should be worried about.” You kept feeding the fire, sure that another hit would come. “A blocked number and a pathetic little hiding house in the middle of nowhere is not going to stop him. There’s a reason why your old boss is dead.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“He’s going to kill all of you, and I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

“Gag her before I end up killing her.”

Your words were muffled against the rag they had stuffed in your mouth, your eyes told everything you couldn’t. The same bubbling desire of blood and pain absorbed you, just like that it had taken over your body that night.

You trusted Sukuna would come get you, however the longer your mind unraveled you weren’t sure you wouldn’t kill them before he had a chance to even try.

---

“What the fuck do you mean you no one knows where they are?” Sukunas voice rumbled inside Toji’s empty bar, his destructive path causing a couple of Toji’s wooden chairs to be destroyed.

“I called every old contact I could think of. No one knows where they might be hiding.” Toji answered, smoke coming out of his nose as he exhaled his nicotine.

Sukuna’s mind raced with every possible scenario currently happening to Uraume and you. Even if he was sure Uraume could withstand anything they tried throwing her way, he couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering the same treatment. His mind wouldn’t quiet down, repeating scenario over and over again.

Torture.

Your eyes filled with happiness as you lifted Yuji in the air, his nephew’s giggle matching yours as you held onto the toddler, kissing his forehead.

Rape.

The faint noise of your breathing filled the room. Your eyes, even as they were closed, moved side to side, dreams filling your sleep. His fingers brushed your cheek and he thanked the night skies you were asleep so you couldn’t watch the tenderness in his eyes as he kissed your skin.

Murder.

“You ever going to teach me how to shoot a gun?” You snatched his phone out of his hands, throwing it to the single couch next to you.

Sukuna, short tempered as always, opened his mouth to protest your actions but you were quicker than him, you pushed him, making him lay back. You climbed on top of him, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips as you mounted him.

He loved when you did that. He really enjoyed feeling your body against his as you looked down at him. You always looked at him and he felt like art was supposed to make him feel.

“Why do you want to learn?” He placed his face in the middle of your chest, his hands gripping and squeezing the skin of your ass.

“In case I need to defend myself.”

“Why would you need to do that when I’m right here?”

Toji hadn’t called everyone he could, he was sure of that. There was still one man that could know where you were being held.

“Call Naoya.”

Toji’s jaw hardened at the name.

“No.”

Sukuna grabbed him by his collar, smashing him against the wall.

“I won’t ask again. Call him or your little runt turns into an orphan.”

A battle of wills ensued, an immovable object against an unstoppable force. Red versus emerald. Sukuna was fueled with his usual anger, boiling inside as the pressure to let it out intensified. Toji wasn’t scared of that, he had seen his fair share of crazy psychotic assholes, after all he grew up with them. The longer they faced, Toji noticed something he hadn’t seen before on Sukuna.

Desperation.

His actions, his threats, his relentlessness. They were all desperate actions. For the first time in a long time Sukuna feared something.

He remembered loving someone like that once.

“Fine.”

Toji took out his phone, searching through his contacts so slowly Sukuna almost shot him and took the phone himself.

“Don’t make any deals with the Zenin’s.” The dark-haired man warned him, his voice rumbling with hatred as he pronounced the last name he had left behind.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, Fushiguro.”

“I’m just warning you, kid. Whatever is that they can offer you, you’ll end up paying tenfold.”

Sukuna knew he was right. You didn’t make a deal with the Zenin’s without risking it going south. He was making a deal with the devil, a mistake he promised he would never make.

None of it mattered. Not when you weren’t by his side safe, away from the world he lived in.

“Call him.”

---

You were thrown to the ground, your knees scraping for what it seemed like the hundredth time. Someone walked around you, their footsteps amplified in your perception as the bag that covered your head left you in complete darkness.

A hand grabbed the bag, freeing you from it. A man, young enough to still look in his twenties, with light blue hair and different colored eyes looked down at you. His smile sent shivers down your spine.

What was he so happy about?

It took your eyes getting used to the light to see them. Scars. Thick, long scars ran across his body, even cutting through his right eye. You were sure he noticed the them as you saw his sinister smile growing wider

“You like the design? I can make one on you.” He spoke, his voice rumbling from within his chest.

He was trying to scare you.

“I rather improve yours. I have a couple of ideas I’m dying to try on you.”

He chuckled, almost as if he found you adorable.

The man grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks as he forced you to look at him. His eyes searched for something, fear perhaps, he could use against you. Your body shook like a leaf, the adrenaline in your veins pumping so strongly you wondered if you could die of an overdose of it. He let go of your face, roughly pushing it away.

“So, you’re Sukunas new toy, huh?”

Silence.

 “You don’t have to answer, I went through all your conversations and phew you guys are a little freaky huh?” He took out your phone from his pocket, typing in the password and unlocking it. “He fucked someone on your bed? And you made him drive you so you could fuck another guy?” He scrolled around your phone, searching for something. “If I was him, I would’ve already put you down like the bitch you are.”

He played around your phone, switching between apps until he finally got what he was searching for.

“But Sukuna has always been a man I can’t fully understand. Instead of teaching you a lesson, he brings you to his family.”

The man turned your phone to you. A picture displayed on the screen of Jin, Choso, Yuji, Sukuna, Watsuke, Uraume and you. You held little Yuji in your arms squeezing your cheek against his while Jin and Choso laughed. Watsuke and Uraume’s face held a frown in the background of the picture, their reaction to you asking them to smile. Even though Sukunas face held the same frown, there was a small glint of tenderness in his eyes as he looked at you, his hands barely visible in the picture as he held onto your waist.

You loved that picture.

“Cute kid.” The stranger said as he turned the phone back. “Maybe I should pay him a visit. He looks like he would be a cute pet.”

Tick

“If you touch that kid you’re going to have bigger problems to fix than a few little scars your daddy gave you, you disgusting monster-looking-like freak.”

The man smiled. His sinister grin grew bigger, almost taking over his whole face.

“I don’t think you understand what’s going on.” He leaned closer, his breath hitting your face. You thanked the universe he at least seemed competent with a toothbrush. “Uraume is going to die. We’ll send Sukuna a little parting gift, I’m thinking a head maybe. After I’m done with you, I’m going to go kill everyone in your little picture, starting with the old man.”

He grabbed your throat, a gasp coming out of your lips as he slammed you on the floor.

“Maybe I should turn you into my pet instead. There has to be a reason why he keeps you around, right?”

His hands pressed harder on your throat, your hands pulling tighter behind your back to try to get yourself free. Everything you did was unsuccessful.

“When I found out Sukuna had a girl, I thought you were some cheap slut he fucked more than once.”

He pressed harder and your heart began hammering against your ribcage. It was almost as if a switch had turn on where your body fought with its natural instincts to get air inside your lungs. You pulled and pulled, the zip ties digging in your skin but the burning sensation felt like nothing compared to the burning of your lungs, clawing at the last particles of oxygen left in them.

“I pretty much was right, until I saw what he did to the men we sent after you.” His body pressed against yours and you felt as if not even the world swallowing you whole would never erase that sensation. “Imagine my surprise when I found out you were that white haired bitch’s sister, I didn’t even know she had a sister.”

Your vision began turning black, dark specks appearing before your eyes. His fingers kept putting pressure on your throat and you wondered whether you were going to die of asphyxiation or a collapsed trachea, both of them equally as bad. The pressure inside your head made you feel as if was about to explode, with each passing second the constriction on your airways driving dangerously close to unconsciousness.

You couldn’t afford that.

Your brain was running out of oxygen, and you knew the longer it kept going the worse it would be for you. The words that came out of his mouth weren’t words any more, just quiet whispers your brain couldn’t comprehend.

“… kill you…”

“… he’ll cry for you?...”

“… enjoy this…”

You felt him, his body going on top of you, right above your knee. You weren’t even sure you would hit in the right place but you took your chance. He may look like a monster yet he had the same weak spot as any regular man.

A groan left his lips, and your lungs could finally breathe again.

“You fucking cunt.”

Your vision cleared up but was instantly replaced by dizziness, your eyes unable to focus on the tilting floor. You tried standing up unsuccessfully, you fell down immediately as you still gasped for the air that was missing inside you.

“…Fuck…you… you balless freak!”

He recovered faster than you thought, his body slamming against yours, knocking you both to the floor again. He wasn’t fully ready, his legs tripping with themselves as he reached for you. You kicked and kicked but his body was too heavy, his legs pressing yours down.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, you fucking bitch.” He yelled to your face.

You had seen it in the movies, and you always figured it hurt like a bitch. You weren’t past any amount of pain just to stop him from putting his hands around your throat again. With what little strength you had left in you, you tucked down your chin and slammed your forehead as hard as you could against his face.

Crack.

“You bitch!” He screamed, blood pooling out of his nose.

Your forehead ached and you were sure it would swell like an egg after the hit but the crimson liquid coming from him fueled your drive. The dizziness had almost cleared out as the pure adrenaline that pumped through your veins made you more alert, almost as if everything was happening in slow motion.

The door busted open, a few men coming in. It didn’t take them long before they pinned you to the floor, your face smushed against dirty floor.

“Try it again, bitch boy! I’ll fucking kill you!” You screamed like a mad woman.

The grey-haired man pulled a butterfly knife, lunging forward before being caught by his own men.

“Don’t do it, Mahito. We need her.”

Mahito.

The name was now burned in your brain.

“Maybe.” He looked down to you, the hemorrhage still going as droplets of his blood fell right next to your head. “We don’t need Uraume, though. Bring her to me.”

Tick.

“You fucking touch them and I’ll fucking kill you, you understand? I’ll gut you like the fucking low life amoeba you ar– “

Crack.

You felt the pain in your nose before you understood what had happened. His foot had made contact with your nose, most likely breaking it as your nose also began bleeding uncontrollably. Pain spread through your face; it’s sting somehow reaching your eyes.

“Tie her up to that pipe. And bring me my stuff, I’m going to have fun with them.”

---

“So, are you sure about this?” Toji asked Sukuna one last time as he closed down his trunk.

“It’s better if I go alone.” He answered as he closed his jacket, a balaclava covering his face. “I rather take them by surprise, makes it easier.”

Toji sighed. “Whatever you say, kid.” He walked to the front of the car, taking something out of the glove box. “Here.”

A gun.

A revolver to be precise.

“It never hurts to carry extra protection.”

“Sure.” Sukuna grabbed the gun, stashing it in his pocket. “Don’t fucking take off unless I say so, got it?”

“Whatever you say.”

He took a look around, a sea of trees covered in the moonlight except for a faint yellow light source that he could spot at the distance. Mahito had found himself a decent safe house.

“Sukuna,” Toji called for him. He turned around, the rage and anger boiling inside his eyes the longer the anticipation lasted. “You know this doesn’t end with Mahito, right? As long as she’s with you and you’re in all this shit, this will always end up catching up to her.”

“Fuck you.” Sukuna spat, venom lacing both words.

“Take it from someone who learned the hard way.” The green-eyed man shrugged.

For a fraction of a second the cool, cocky yet hardened persona Toji always displayed was gone and Sukuna saw pain he had never seen before. Toji’s eyes aged decades, as if he relived it over and over again ever since his wife died.

He never asked how she had died and now he didn’t have to.

But Sukuna wasn’t like him. He wasn’t weak like him. And you weren’t like his wife.

He could protect you. You could protect yourself if it came to it.

“Wait for us here.”

---

Red.

The floor was painted red.

You weren’t even sure whose blood was it anymore.

Maybe it was Uraume’s, deep cuts running down their body as Mahito laughed every time he made them.

Maybe it was yours, you were sure your nose was broken. Or maybe it was the cuts on your cheeks from every punch Mahito gave you.

Or perhaps it was from Mahito’s nose, after all you had taken your chances and had given him a second headbutt to the nose when he had been stupid enough to get close again.

Whoever’s it was, you were sure your dreams would be scarlet now. Or at least until you could finally sink a knife in Mahito’s heart.

Mahito. What a ridiculous name.

“Don’t tell me that’s all you have? What happened to the big scary bitch that’s always up Sukunas ass?”

Uraume spat to the floor, blood and saliva dribbling down their chin.

“I’m just letting you get a couple of hits in; it would be too boring killing you right away.”

Mahito’s knife carved its way across Uraume’s clavicle, its sharp end denting against the bone itself. Uraume wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of listening their screams though, instead opting just for loud grunting that felt too unsatisfactory for Mahito.

You pulled on the plastic that kept you tied in place, scraping it against the edge of the pipe that felt a little too rough. Your hands moved back and forth trying to strip away the zip ties.

“You know when Jogo told me about working with you guys, I thought he was crazy. A couple of low life thugs working on an operation so big? I thought I would have to kill you before you ruined everything.” He laughed to himself, looking back to Uraume. “I mean, I’m still going to kill you, just for different reasons.” He placed his blade on Uraume’s left cheek, only deep enough to leave a small cut. “Anyways, I couldn’t believe him when he said you guys were working behind our backs, trying to take a part of our operation for yourselves. He said he was going to keep you in a leash. We all know how that turned out.”

Uraume laughed, their low voice rumbling within the walls.

“He died as pathetically as he lived. Just like you will.”

Shivers traveled down your spine, seeing your sibling in a new light. You didn’t know this Uraume, perhaps for a very good reason, and they scared you. A part of your brain screaming to stay out of their way.

Mahito traced another long slash, this time across their eyebrow, blood pouring out of the gash.

“You ungrateful bastard” The gray-haired man spat, his long fingers squeezing Uraume’s face. “You are nothing but vermin at the bottom of the barrel, you understand? With out us, you and your owner would’ve stayed nothing.”

Uraume spat on his face, blood and saliva splashing Mahito’s face.

“Suck my dick.”

He stopped, nothing moving but his eyes as his hold on Uraume’s face became painfully stronger. For a moment you wondered if this was it, if that blade that had cause so many slashes on them would finally pierce their heart.

Shooting.

A single shot was heard before a commotion unraveled downstairs. Guns firing caught everyone’s attention, their deep echo bouncing around the almost empty house. You didn’t have to be a genius to know who the author of all the ruckus was.

“It looks to me you’re out of time, Mahito.”

Fear flashed over his eyes for a second, a sea of thoughts running through his mind.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you beg for your life.”

A smile, terrifying as always, took over Mahito’s face.

“Too bad you won’t be here to see it.”

It all happened so fast.

Mahito had grabbed his knife, ready to pierce it through Uraume’s chest.

Your zip ties snapped, freeing your wrist from their painful hold.

You launched at him, milliseconds before he could kill them, knocking him down on the floor with you.

---

Sukunas eyes burned with anger and adrenaline, a psychotic look hanging around his semblance. He didn’t care about enjoying the kill, he didn’t care about the terror in the persons eyes just as they realized there wasn’t a way to kill him. Nothing could kill him not until he could finally see you, safe and away from all this bullshit.

He couldn’t remember how many people were on the ground or how he had been discovered, he couldn’t remember whose blood lingered in his hands, pooling as his knife dug deeper and deeper in the man’s stomach. He couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t you.

A scream.

A scream different from the men that met their fate at his hands

A commotion.

A commotion different from the one of a man being gutted right in front of his friends.

A loud thud.

A loud thud, the same as the bodies falling in front of him.

He had to reach you.

He had to find you.

A bullet grazed his arm, leaving a gash in its path. Sukuna, perhaps for the first time, was glad he had talked to Toji, taking out the revolver the green-eyed man had given him. One single shot and the insignificant life of the man that had dared to shoot at him had ended.

Yes, Sukuna was glad that Toji had given him the revolver, and that he still had four bullets left.

---

Mahito’s hand had dropped the knife in the tussle, landing next to Uraume however not close enough for them to reach for it. You had managed to put yourself on top of him, your knees digging on his arms as you pinned him to the floor.

Your fist had made contact on his nose again and again, and when he had turned his face, a feeble attempt to stop the hits from landing, you had punched him anywhere you could. Eye, cheek, mouth, anything you could land a hit on.

You hated him.

You wanted to kill him.

You were going to kill him.

You were careless though. Your rage had blinded you enough to not notices how you had begun to lean forward, your weight not fulling resting on his arms but his chest.

His left hand freed itself.

His fingers dug on your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he pulled you off him.

Your body landed on the floor with a loud thud, your elbow taking the brunt of the fall. You tried standing up however it didn’t take long for Mahito to take his payback. Long fingers found their place against your throat once again, pressing down on your air supply.

A punch came first.

Then another.

And another.

“I should’ve taken care of you first, you filthy whore.”

Uraume’s leg desperately stretched as far as it could, fighting to try to grab the knife and free themselves from their restraints. For the first time ever since they got the news about their parent’s deaths, fear crossed Uraume’s heart, drowning them in despair as the only thing they could do was watch you take hit after hit.

Between hits and dizziness you spotted the knife, inches away from your reach. You reached out for it, your arm aching as your muscles ripped apart trying to save your life.

Your siblings shoe made contact with the blade, pushing it towards you.

Ever since that night, you had wondered what it would feel like. Taking away someone’s life, chewing away their hopes as you watched emptiness filling their eyes. You wondered if you would enjoy it. You wondered if it would ignite something in you that should terrify you.

What you weren’t expecting was the fear, the fatal realization that they were going to die. You weren’t expecting how much you would enjoy it.

The blade touched his neck, sliding from side to side in a quick motion as blood poured down like a crimson waterfall. The liquid was warm once it touched your skin, covering your face as Mahito got off you, his hands trying to stop the hemorrhage.

He backed away, choking sounds coming from his throat as he fought to stay alive and his lungs filled with blood. Now his fingers were wrapped around his own throat. You pushed him to the floor, positioning yourself on top of him once again.

You couldn’t stop.

Each stab after the other begging you to keep going.

You couldn’t stop.

Uraume’s bloodied face invading your mind, their body twitching on the floor as you could only plead for them to stop.

You couldn’t stop.

Memories of that night playing over and over again, all because of him. You remembered the way they talked, their smell, their strength once they had gotten their paws all over you.

Because.

Of.

Him.

You couldn’t stop.

Because you didn’t want to stop.

Uraume called your name softly, like they would do when you were five and mom and dad had gotten in a screaming match in the living room while Uraume tried to calm you down as they sang a lullaby.

The door busted open, making both of your heads snapping towards it. A man in a balaclava came in, absorbing the scene in front of him. You didn’t give him time to react, your hand already driving the knife to the guy’s body.

He was fast, dodging your murder attempt almost immediately. You kept trying, the adrenaline of the previous fight still in you, causing him to wrap his arms around you. Your arms still flinging the blade around, trying to strike him. He suffocated you.

“Get the fuck off me! I’ll fucking kill–“

“Stop. It’s me.” He yelled as he forced your arms down. Your body kept fighting, this time with wariness as you absorbed his voice. “It’s me.”

You stopped fighting, his left hand caressing your face as he made you look at him.

Carmine eyes.

Sukuna took off his cover, panicked eyes washing over the red mask along your skin.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

You couldn’t answer, your body suddenly limp. You couldn’t talk, you couldn’t move, everything crashing in slow motion.

“Hey, look at me. Are you hurt?”

His fingers touched your nose, the pain making you flinch.

“Say something” he yelled.

“I’m fine.” Your voice trembled, finally being able to speak. “Get Uraume.”

“You­–“

“Get them. Please.”

Sukuna took a second, his eyes falling in your bruised face and gash covering your nose. He looked behind you, Mahito’s body laying still in a pool of its own blood. He saw Uraume’s body, tiredly looking at him as they looked at you, the sadness in their eyes almost compared to his own.

His eyes connected with yours, the shock still deep rooted in you.

One single tear fell from your face, trying to wash away consequences this had on you.

---

Sukunas hands trailed figures along your body while you slept, his eyes traveling amongst every bruise, every cut, every injury you displayed. Even with Shoko’s hands and hard work there were going to be scars left in your body, along with the ones already engraved in your soul.

After Shoko had left you took a shower, washing away every trace of Mahito you still had on you. The shower floor had turned red for a couple of seconds before being washed away by the clean water falling.

It had been exactly four hours and twenty-seven minutes since you had fallen asleep, heavy exhaling and occasional groaning being the only noises in the room. He had tried to sleep as well, only to be met by immense anxiety as soon as his closed his eyes, his mind replaying your crazed frenzy against Mahito’s dead body.

He stood up, taking a trip to the kitchen to grab a beer. Maybe alcohol could help find some sleep.

Uraume laid in the couch, stitches covering their body along with an arm sling. Sukuna saw their eyes closed, assuming they had passed out as well. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, twisting the cap and throwing it to the trash bin.

Sukuna felt he had aged ten years in the span of a day.

He took a sip from his beer, the familiar piss-like taste welcoming him with open arms. Maybe a couple of Xanax would also help.

“Can’t sleep?”

Uraume’s voice startled him.

“Yeah.”

Sukuna downed his first drink, throwing the bottle away before grabbing two more. He made his way to Uraume, sitting next to them.

“How are you doing?” He passed one of the bottles to them.

They shrugged. “Been better.”

Sukuna chuckled.

“Yeah, can’t say I’ve seen you worse.”

Uraume playfully punched him in the arm.

“Thanks for nothing by the way. My little sister had to be the one saving my ass.”

“Not my fault you two pissed him off enough for him to try to kill you. Now you know how I feel when you two can’t stop bitching.”

“Fuck you.”

Both of them laughed, sinking further into the couch.

It was almost as if nothing had happened.

Almost.

Uraume’s laugh died down, their eyes locking in the bottle they held in their hands.

“You know this isn’t done, right? If Mahito knew about us, all of them know. Jogo, Mahito, Dagon, Hanami. All of them know.”

“I know.”

That was exactly what he feared. There were risks he had taken when he had accepted to work with them, after all drug distribution and money laundering never came without its own terms and conditions. They had also taken risks when they had planned on join them just to take a bigger chunk of money than they were promised.

How stupid had they been. He hadn’t thought about what could happen to the people surrounding them. Sukuna had always been careful to never give information about himself, as Uraume had also done. But things never go to plan, do they? Something was bound to catch up and you had been in the destruction radius.

“We have to kill them. All of them.” Uraume whispered.

“I know.”

Their hand gripped his forearm.

“We have to leave her behind.”

Sukuna began to argue back. “I–“

“Listen to me.” They turned, eyes cold as ice. “You didn’t see her there. You didn’t see what this did to her. It changed her.” Every word came through gritted teeth. “Everything that happened to her was because of us. We are the ones that broke her.”

“Fuck off, you know that’s not true.”

“Stop lying to yourself. If she wasn’t my sister, if you weren’t following her around like a lost puppy, nothing would’ve ever happened to her.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

 Sukuna’s words came hard like the barrier he tried to put to Uraume’s reasoning.

“You know I’m right. The more we drag her along into this, the worse she’ll end up paying for it. Is that what you want? For her life to be completely ruined?”

“Sukuna?” Your voice cut through the hallway, sleepiness seeping through.

“Go back to sleep.”

You mumbled something back, too low for them to understand but he knew you were probably struggling to fall back asleep without him. Uraume had successfully ruined his chances to fall asleep as they had also ruined his drink. He stood up, dropping the remaining liquid in the sink before going on his way.

“Sukuna,” they called. With his hands turned into fists, he faced them. “If you care about her as half as I think you do then you know I’m right. The longer we wait, the further Hanami and Dagon go.”

He exhaled, his fingers pinching his nose.

“I–“

“Sukuna?”

Your voice, calling him like a siren in the sea making his heart leap as if he was a teenager again. He hated how you had that effect on him.

He gave Uraume one last look over the shoulder.

“We’ll talk about it later.”

—-

“God, you’re such a fucking bitch.”

“Yeah, at least I’m not a cunt like you.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you.”

A screaming match woke Sukuna up. Your voice mixed with Uraume’s in a battle that made his temples pulse. His eyes opened to the darkness of his room but somehow that made the screaming seem louder. He kicked the covers away, his usual bad temper worsened now that he had been waken up so abruptly.

“You’re a fucking idiot if you think­–“

“What the fuck is going on?” Sukuna came in roaring in anger into the kitchen. Uraume and you stood behind the bar, tension surrounding you.

You turned to him, your jaw tight. “Uraume here is telling me you guys are thinking dipping. And that you’re leaving me behind.”

“It’s for your own good.”

“What the fuck would you know what’s good for me or not?”

“If you stopped to think for five seconds you–“

“Oh, fuck you and your five seconds you–“

“Enough!” He screamed, once again. This time it was ineffective, only gaining your attention for five seconds.

“Why can’t you understand this is what’s best for you?” Uraume asked, frustrated already with your stubbornness.

“Because is not! You both want to leave me here and I’m supposed to what?” You ask, words barely coming out through your gritted teeth. “Just stay here, all by myself while you guys are out there getting yourselves killed?”

“That’s exactly why you can’t come, you idiot!”

In all his time knowing them, Sukuna had never heard Uraume scream like that. It was a tone usually parents used, the typical scolding a kid got whenever they misbehaved or broke something. Uraume never used it, not in front of him at least, and only then he had truly seen how much they always tried to protect you.

And surprisingly, their words affected you just like they would a child.

Tears began pooling on your eyes, you opened your mouth to say something, but the words never came out, dying in your throat as you turned around to take some air.

You finally looked at Uraume, carefully holding them by their shoulders. “You are the only family I have left, the only person in my life I can always count on. I can’t let you leave.” Your voice broke yet you kept going. “When mom died you promised me you would always be there for me, and now you want to leave me? You promised I would never be alone. I can’t do this without you.”

Uraume’s cold, icy stare melted away with every word you said. Their mind traveled back many years, when the cops had come knocking on the door, asking for an adult. Uraume, with barely seventeen years of life, had to be the one to break the news to you.

The same scared sad eyes stared at them and Uraume’s heart broke all over again.

“You are strong, you’ve always been. You don’t need me anymore, I think you never have.” Uraume took a deep breath. “I promised I would always protect you so no matter how much you beg, you’re not coming.”

The argument started back again, this time with tears in your eyes as you cussed Uraume with every name in the book, them answering right back with different packaged insults.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sukuna walked to the counter, tossing his keys to his friend. “Take a fucking ride or something. Cool off.”

Uraume open their mouth to protest but the words died once their eyes met, Sukunas stare warning them against it.

“Whatever.” They scoffed as they left.

Once Uraume had smashed the door shot Sukuna walked to you, his arms engulfing you in a tight hug. You desperately tried to wipe away the tears, almost as if you were embarrassed of it.

“Hey,” His left hand lifted your face. “Calm down.”

“You can’t fucking go. You can’t fucking leave me.” Your words were going a hundred miles an hour, as if time was running out to convince him. “I know Uraume doesn’t want me to go but fuck them, I know you’re the one that always gets the last word in. Don’t let them do it, please.”

“Brat–”

“I can’t have more people leave me. I can’t, Sukuna.”

“I’m not going to leave you.” He tried to appease you, unsuccessfully.

“You don’t get to do this.” You shook your head, pushing him away from you. “You can’t just make me care about you, worry about you. You don’t get to make me get used to you. You don’t get to make me miss you.”

“Stop rambling.” He tried to touch you and you slapped his hands away.

“You don’t get to make me love you and just leave me behind.”

Sukunas world stopped. The air inside his lungs, the thoughts inside his mind, the blood running through his veins, everything stopped.

It wasn’t the first time he heard those words. Several times the women that kept him company had confused his carnal interest for affectionate, they were always met with the same indifference that broke their hearts. He just moved on to the next one. This time, he couldn’t explain what he felt. Happiness? Fear? Joy? Whatever it was, it crashed into him. Two words and his life had changed forever.

You both stood there, looking at each other as you both tried to digest what you had said.

It had slipped out of your mouth, the panic and fear stopping any restraints you put on your own thoughts. Sukuna had always been right about you, you never looked for serious relationship, keeping your heart guarded behind the distance you always kept with people. Even with Uraume, you couldn’t remember the last time you had told them you loved them. It didn’t really matter, you knew they knew how you felt about them.

But Sukuna was different. You couldn’t stand him, you had told him so many times you hated him the word was meaningless at this point, nothing but a playful jab you had between each other.

Mutual hate was easy to express, easy to deal with.

Love terrified you.

Love paralyzed you.

Love hurt you.

Yet you were still willing to love him.

Sukuna’s eyes widen and you were ready to backtrack, ready to apologize and pretend nothing had happened. Erase the memory off your mind by locking it away with the rest of painful memories you had, only remembering it at night when the hurt hit the most, only when you were alone.

He surprised you, yet again.

“I love you too.”

His lips crashed into yours, desperately seeking your taste. His hands traveled across your body, despite his carnal hunger he still was cautious, his touch turning lighter when he got close to a bruised area.

You kissed him back, your hands wrapping along his neck. Your fingers dug thorugh his hair as you pushed him closer to you, even though you were already skin to skin. You wanted to be closer to him to a molecular level, your bodies entwined as one and maybe then you would be satisfied.

His hands groped at the skin of your thighs, his feral instincts coming out again. After a light pull your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping your ass as he guided you back to his room.

You had played this song and dance many times before. Clothes would usually come off before hitting the bedroom, leaving a trail behind to the obscene noises that came out of his room. There was always a level of desperation from both of you, neither could wait until finally feeling each other as Sukuna pulled noises from you that no one could before.

It was always the same routine. Except, this time he took his time.

He placed you on his bed, kissing every inch of your body he could. His t-shirt had been thrown to the other side of the bedroom, leaving your body only covered by a pair of red underwear.

Sukunas lips traveled below along your stomach and thighs, each touch sending your heart into cardiac arrest only to bring you back again and again. You were addicted to it, his touch was a sweet drug that always lured you to come back no matter how much you despised him for it.

Finally, his path led him to your core, your insides twisting with excitement and anticipation. His eyes searched for your gaze, looking for the exact same loving look you had given him five minutes ago.

It was always there. It had been there for a long time.

Sukuna looked beautiful, the sight of his face between your legs only adding to the wetness between your thigs. In a not so surprising move from him his nose dug on your mound, sniffing like a dog searching for his favorite snack. You felt his nose digging, going over and over again your clit.

A moan escaped your lips and he stopped, earning a second one but this time in protest. He smiled, the same lazy, cocky, confident smile that irked you to the bone. God, he got your blood boiling so easily. Yet you craved for him, almost as if the anger made every touch ten times more intense.

You moved your hips closer to his face, but he moved away.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted to hear your pleas as you begged for him snatch your underwear off and dig his tongue between your lips. He wanted to see how your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth slightly pouted as you begged him to keep going, to satiate the thirst he felt.

You hated him yet you craved for him.

“Please” You whispered, your throat suddenly dry.

“Please, what?” He whispered back, smile widening.

You didn’t want to, your pride still standing big and strong.

He moved your underwear to the side, taking a deep sniff, his skin only a hair away from touching you and every ounce of resolve exited your body.

“Please, lick me.”

His tongue, digging in as a man who has never drank water, travels up and down, savoring every bit of taste he can. He never thought someone could taste so sweet. He knew this wasn’t enough for you, however a man could only be so selfless. He wanted to drink you as much as he could before giving you what you wanted.

He licks up and down again and again, his tongue poking at your entrance with slow, lazy drags. Your fingers reached to his hair, digging and pulling from it from the roots, and he moans, the vibrations clashing against your skin.

Sukuna looks up to you, your eyes closed in lust as his tongue finally stays on the top, lying flat against your bundle of nerves, and he gives in. It traces a pattern, moving to all the right places he knew would leave you speechless.

Your body was now a road he new every in of new. He knew what made your knees give in, what made your eyes shutter down, your head thrown back in pleasure. He knew what made you bit your lip, your teeth drawing blood trying to drown the moans that left your lips. He knew what made your nipples hard, his eyes unable to look away from them.

The pleasure came in waves, drawing you further into the ocean. Every lick drove you over the edge, your hands now traveling from his hair to the bedsheets. You weren’t able to stop your whimpers and cries, the last bit of your consciousness driving your hand to cover your mouth.

Sukuna grabbed it, snatching it away.

“I want to hear you.”

He drove you to the edge when his fingers buried themselves inside you, building the tightness bulling in your belly until you snapped. A cry of pleasure left your lips as the orgasm took over, your legs closing on his head to the point of suffocation.

He felt his cock twitching against his boxers.

Every bit of your release is licked away, savored by him, to a point you fought for him to stop. It was too much, and he knew it. He enjoyed the way you squirmed away, trying to peel his hands away only for him to dig in more, his hingers suddenly turning into stone prisons.

This time your pulls on his hair weren’t in pure bliss, it was your wildness trying to pull you away from the overstimulation. After what felt forever, his face pulled up only to be met by the palm of your hand. The clap of the impact reverberated in the room, leaving a complete silence behind it.

Your fingers left a red imprint on his skin.

The fire in his eyes burned you as if you had doused it with gasoline, making your heart jolt to your throat. In a matter of seconds, he had climbed over you, his hand pinning you down by the neck. Your breath hitched as you felt his hands there, the soreness of your throat suddenly overwhelming you.

Sukunas eyes looked at you in confusion, only to remember the bruises his hands covered. He pulled them away, as if they had burned him.

“Fuck, sorry. I forgot. Fuck.”

He tried to get off you, but your hand gripped his arm.

You smiled at him, your fingers caressing his skin. “Don’t. It’s ok. It’s ok when it’s you.”

His lips kissed your neck, traveling along the finger-like bruises that covered your skin. Light touches that almost felt like feathers caressing you invaded your senses. Sukuna wanted to erase every mark on your body.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the full body mirror he kept to the side and your heart sank. The bruising along your nose, the black over your eyes. The slight swelling that could still be seen and the cuts along your face.

How could he stand looking at you?

You tried turning around, away from his gaze. He didn’t allow you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I—“ You hesitated, “My face.”

His fingers trailed along your face, hovering just above your black eye.

“You are the most beautiful human on earth.”

He kissed you deeply, your own taste filling your tastebuds. You didn’t care, not when you craved him inside you, not when the world seemed to combust if you didn’t have him filling you.

Sukuna got off, taking off his boxers as he layed himself down on the bed, positioning you on top of him. You threw away your panties, smashing the wall in the direction you had thrown it. You sat on top of his cock as it buried itself between your folds.

“Use me, brat. Take out all your frustrations on me.”

You lined him with your entrance, sinking in so slowly Sukuna feared you would never actually bottom him out. His cock makes his way inside you, your walls welcoming the oh so familiar delicious stretch you’ve grown accustomed to. He filled you up better than anyone, you had basically salivated the first time you had seen his grith. The first time he had fucked you, you couldn’t sit well for a couple of days, every time you moved bringing back the memories of that dingy low life bar.

 Sukuna gritted his teeth, his head rolling back as you decided to stay still. He tried moving you, his hips bouncing against yours but your hand on his throat, pressing down slightly.

“Are you going to be good for me, pretty boy?”

“Fuck off.”

Smack.

Your slap made his face turn, another imprint left on his skin. Before he could react to it, his hands already ready tear you off him, you pressed down on his neck, his breath hitching on his lungs.

The pace you set was unrelenting, bouncing up and down his cock with pleasure quickly building up inside you. And God, he loved it. He loved being at your disposition. He loved seeing you taking charge. He loved how you clawed at him, how your teeth would sink on his skin, leaving marks of pleasure along his shoulders. He loved how your nails left traces on his back, the deeper the better.

He angled his hips differently and a whole other wave of pleasure began to pool in your womb. Each time you sink down his hands gripped your waist, pulling you even further down.

His vision began to fade a little, his eyesight tunneled from your grip. Your fingers dug deep in his skin every time you fully took him in, the tip of his cock brushing against that soft spot that made your toes curl.

With hesitation, his hands trailed up your body stopping just before your collarbones. He looked at you, looking for permission.

Please, his eyes begged.

You smiled.

That goddamed smirk of yours.

It was a battle of wills. Who could last longer without passing out before the so exorbitant orgasm could wash you away? Who could press harder, driving each other to the point of passing out, before the pleasure would take over?

Sukuna was the one to give in first.

He knew you needed the power, you reveled in the power you held over him. He knew it get you off, having him begging on his knees to be touched by you. Sure, you would indulge in his control over you, your legs trembling when he bent you over the kitchen counter, pulling your panties down as he spread your legs. You would bite your lip, eyes rolling back as he fucked you from behind, his hands manhandling you to back into his cock.

He knew you enjoyed it, but right now you needed something else.

A gasp spilled from your lips, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as Sukunas strong hands kept you in place, fucking in and out of you to drive you to the edge. It overwhelms you, every sensation, every quick and hard drag he takes, just to smash back inside over and over and over again. It’s too much, too quick, too fast. And you love it.

Finally, you cum. Your walls hug him, and a groan leaves his lips. Fuck, he could feel you, he could feel the sudden slickness covering him, he could hear the crass sound your wetness made as you fucked into you. He loved that sound. Sukuna finally spills in you, both of your releases mixing as he keeps going, wanting to enjoy every bit of pleasure you give him.

You laid down in bed, out of breath and out of energy, your legs sore from the constant, uninterrupted stretch of being on top of him. Sukuna got up, grabbing a towel to clean you. He was careful, soft, delicate strokes wiping away every last evidence of the debauchery that had happened. After making sure you were clean, you felt a feathery kiss in your thighs.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he buried his nose on your neck. Your fingers brushed away his hair, scratching his scalp as he hums and you can’t help but chuckle, he reminded you of a cat.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

---

Sukuna paced along his bathroom, his hands shaking as he forced himself to grab his phone. He searched for Uraume’s contact, his heart aching as he pressed the call button. It doesn’t take long for them to answer.

“What?”

Uraume was right. Everything that had happened to you was his fault. Every tear, every fear, every ounce of rage, every bruise, every hit. Everything was his fault. He destroyed everything he touched; it was his curse to bear, and he never… he never thought you would be under his casualties.

He loved you. God, he loved you. He couldn’t keep lying to himself. Not when you three words from you could bring a happiness, he never thought possible. Not when saying those three words came as easy to him as breathing.

Sukuna had always been a selfish man. He took and took until there was nothing left, he had never cared. He never cared to care, the world was always at his disposition. But with you, he couldn’t bring himself to just take. He wanted to give, he wanted to treasure you. He wanted to protect you.

He had to protect you.

“Get your shit packed, we’re leaving tonight.”

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# THE BETTER NORRIS ! F1 GRID X ADOPTED NORRIS! READER, SMAU

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part one, part two, part three.

# WARNINGS : cussing, i know nothing about the parents of lando so everything is fictional. lowercase intended, spelling errors (english isn’t my first language). lando's actual siblings are not really mentioned in this since I don't know anything about them. reader hitchhikes. an excessive usage of emojis such as “🙄, 🤫, 😝, 😭,😊,😉”. reader is 17 in the story btw (the age isn’t really mentioned so i guess you can imagine it however you want)

# SUMMARY: the adventures of the formula one driver lando norris adopted sibling, y/n norris.

# AUTHORS NOTE : this is my first smau (that i’m posting). there’s no meaning behind this story i really just wanted to make it for fun. backstory for how reader (you) were adopted is not explained. reader is kinda of portrayed as bisexual, sorry only like three times. pretend lando is a soccer/football fan (and likes messi). some of these scenarios/comments actually happened to face claim.

# FACE CLAIM : marian guevara/theatomicbabe on instagram (i love her so much)

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— instagram !

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thebetternorris visited jamaica once again, spent every moment with the children and made memorial memories that i will remember forever, thank you @junglenonprofit for making this event happen🤍🇯🇲

landonorris: very cool hair style in the last photo is that your new look?

-> thebetternorris: maybe it is. you should also try finding a new look instead of looking like a washed up mop you have on your head that you call curls

-> carlossainz55: ay no, she got you with that one 🤣

-> landonorris: I WAS LITERALLY BEING NICE. WHY DID YOU COME AFTER ME??

landonorris: since when did you go to jamaica???

-> thebetternorris: since two days ago, man keep up with the times 🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: y/n does your mom know you’re in jamaica??

-> thebetternorris: no.. don’t tell her, she doesn’t have instagram 🤫

-> ciscawauman: y/n norris.. you said you were with friends for this week?

-> thebetternorris: hi mama 😊😊 im with bsf/n. but im on my way home! (max emilian verstappen this is all your fault, im coming after you)

-> maxverstappen1: sorry y/n.. hi mrs.wauman!

-> ciscawauman: hello max 👋 y/n please don’t threaten someone through comments

username1: y/n’s interactions with the drivers will never fail to make me laugh

username2: i love you y/n!!!

username3: will forever appreciate how y/n is not pr trained. her posts and comments heal me

-> mclaren: that will change very soon, sadly.

-> thebetternorris: @.mclaren YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE

lewishamilton: good work, little norris, very proud of you, keep doing good in the world 🥰

-> thebetternorris: I LOVE U SIR LEWIS

-> lewishamilton: love you too

-> landonorris: lewis please ignore her

username4: y/n’s reply to lewis’ comment is so real

username5: the third picture is so cute 🥹

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april 21, 2024 (dates are for the post above ^^)

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thebetternorris 🍸🪩🌃🍾

landonorris: who is that guy in the last photo?

-> thebetternorris: i have no clue, i js chose it because i looked good. i think he was trynna lure me into a cult?

-> landonorris: WHAT?? CALL ME RIGHT NOW

username4: you can always rely on y/n to never disappoints with her outfits 😫😫

oscarpiastri: how come you never invite me to party out with you?

-> thebetternorris: because you steal all the girls and guys too 😕😕 also you’re too old

-> oscarpiastri: i’m barely 23??? and thank you or sorry idk man, you confuse me

username6: y/n’s life is so entertaining

username7: i wanna be like y/n when i grow up

username8: my goal in life is to party like y/n does

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april 25, 2024

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thebetternorris no caption 🌞 👤: @.girl1 @.girl2 @.girl3 @.guy1

girl3: i had so much fun y/n see you soonnn

-> thebetternorris: me too! see you soon 😊😊

-> landonorris: y/n what is this???? what do you mean see you soon???? ANSWER MY CALLS Y/N

landonorris: who are those girls and guy on the last two photos???

-> charles_leclerc: leave your sister alone, as if you weren’t doing crazy stuff this week either 🤣

-> thebetternorris: @.landonorris they have names you know, you shouldn’t just call them “those girls”. i thought mama taught you better. 🤨🤨

-> landonorris: @thebetternorris sorry..?? but you didn’t answer the question.. also please @charles_leclerc don’t expose my doings of this week onto the internet

username9: you’re the loml in a another universe 😔

-> thebetternorris: why not this universe 😉

-> danielriccardo: damn little norris has more rizz than her brother ���� @.landonorris

-> landonorris: why do i keep getting attacked 💔

username10: having the caption as “no caption” is having a caption

-> thebetternorris: 🤓🤓

username11: does y/n like girls cause that third photo is a bit suspicious LMAOO

-> username12: i think so, especially because of her response to oscar's comment on her previous post

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april 27, 2024

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thebetternorris thank you @.newyorkcityfc for inviting me to document the New York City fc vs charlotte game. visiting the new york city fc game made me want to try out soccer, turns out it might be time that i change career path 😝

landonorris: you’re in new york??? since when. and @.newyorkcityfc just invited you???

-> thebetternorris: since two days ago and is that an insult?

-> landonorris: who are you staying with?

-> thebetternorris: man stop asking so many questions 😕

charles_leclerc: weren’t you in jamaica like less than a week ago?

-> thebetternorris: weren’t you in china less than a week ago? why you judging where im traveling, i don’t judge you. you literally fly somewhere each week for your go karting 🙄

username13: y/n’s post are so unpredictable each time 😭 she was just helping children in jamaica and is now at a soccer game in nyc

-> thebetternorris: gotta keep y’all on your toes 🤫

-> username13: toes 🤤

-> thebetternorris: NAH GTFO LMAOOO

username14: y/n becoming a soccer player when??

username15: all of the norris siblings are so talented

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april 29, 2024

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thebetternorris miami grand prix day 2 & day 3 🤙. found out some guy with the same last name as me won? idk but congrats @.landonorris

username16: dang her brother just won his first race and she doesn’t even make a post about him?

-> username17: for real, like everyone congratulated him right after but not even his own sister

-> username18: @.username17 well she is adopted 🤣

username19: it was so fun meeting you y/n!!!

-> thebetternorris: thank you pretty

username20: thank you for the water y/n 😊😊

-> thebetternorris: of courseee, had to give you that rich voss water 😉😉

-> landonorris: you gave a stranger water?? when?? you were with me the whole time???

-> thebetternorris: hey man you gotta start appreciating the people that support you, he was a worker ✊🏼

username21: hey i was the guy you were signing “way 2 sexy” with lolll

-> thebetternorris: AYY MY MANNN, i posted u on tiktok look at it 😉

jamescharles: omg i met you!! you’re gorgeous 🥰

-> thebetternorris: JAMESS HEYYY, i put you in my tiktok 🤙🤙

username22: omg you hugged me, remember i picked you up 😭

-> thebetternorris: I REMEMBER YOUU, that hug was great thanks man i needed that 🫵🏼 posted a full tiktok abt you

username23: your first outfit is so art teacher-coded

-> thebetternorris: is this a compliment or?? thank you though 😭

-> landonorris: @.username23 THATS WHAT I TOLD HER

landonorris: the number of people commenting that they met you is insane. @thebetternorris

-> thebetternorris: what can i say i'm js that guy 😼

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may 5, 2024

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thebetternorris congrats to @.landonorris for winning your first grand prix, in america 🦅🇺🇸, i’m so so proud! turns out having an adopted sister isn't so bad for your racing career after all 😜. btw to everyone in the comments section getting their gears all tangled because I didn't congratulate him sooner, chill out. I was busy practicing my own racing skills. yk, just in case he needs some real competition 😴 sorry @.maxverstappen1. i’m so proud of you, i'm forever grateful that i got picked from the “bin” i was found according to you 18 years ago, and it resulted in me being your sister :) 👤: @.landonorris @.oscarpiastri

landonorris: thank you for the congratulations, but did you really have to use those photos of me?

-> thebetternorris: damn you got your congrats just be grateful man 🙄

oscarpiastri: so this is why lando was crying, btw thank you for using a good photo of me

-> thebetternorris: OSCAR ARE YOU SERIOUS. @.landonorris YOU CRIED?? LMFAOOO

-> landonorris: @.oscarpiastri YOU SNITCH.

maxverstappen1: thank goodness you’re not a f1 driver, you’d be some real competition. we need to try go karting together soon 👍🏼

-> thebetternorris: i know this is a joke but thank u max 😔 we should go karting soon so i can beat you at it 😈

-> username24: i would pay to see y/n kart against max

username25: i don't even know anything about f1 but this made me tear up

username26: y/n getting hate for not congratulating her brother is insane

username27: people getting mad about y/n not congratulating lando as if they know anything about them

username28: y/n was one of the first people to congratulate lando, yall are hating a literal kid for smth so little 💀

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may 7, 2024

liked by landonorris, leomessi, 1,102,920 others

thebetternorris pov that one unemployed friend on a tuesday (saturday). thank you @.mles for the invite and for letting me meet the goat @.leomessi 🩷🩷

joyboy: finally found someone that is everywhere like me

-> thebetternorris: paris fashion week next 😉?

-> landonorris: NO???

username29: IS THAT LIONEL MESSI??

-> thebetternorris: that’s literally oomf what are you talking abt 🙄

ueername30: y/n is literally everywhere but home

username31: y/n's smile 🥰🥰

carlossainz55: Real Madrid CF>>>

-> thebetternorris: carlos get outta here 😕😕

username32: te encantaría ser un hombre nunca lo vas a ser y eso es lo que te jode (you’d love to be a man and you’ll never be a man and that fucks with you)

-> thebetternorris: @.username32 me encanta ser mujerrr (i love being a womann)

-> username32: @thebetternorris pues lo disimulas fatal (well you hide it well)

-> thebetternorris: @.username32 que es ser mujer para ti? (what is being a woman to you?)

-> username33: SHE GOT YOU THERE 💀@.username32

landonorris: you meeting messi before me insane 😔

leomessi: gracias por tu apoyo 🩷 que chistoso la caption 🤣 (thank you for your support 🩷 how funny the caption is)

-> landonorris: oh you’re joking.

-> thebetternorris: @.leomessi 🩷🩷 (i’m so normal abt this..)

username33: i wanna be y/n's camera man

username34: who is taking these pictures of y/n

-> thebetternorris: for this game, some guy named jarvis took these photos idk but we're homies now

-> landonorris: WHO IS JARVIS???

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june 5, 2024

liked by landonorris, maxverstappen1, and 1,293,021 others

thebetternorris i look sunburnt, swear it's just the lights 👤: bustarhymes

bustarhymes: it was nice meeting you little norris

-> thebetternorris: it was great meeting you man, your music is great

danielriccardo: mate i think you need a new cameraman because most of these are blurry...

-> thebetternorris: my pictures look better than yours, you're letting your jealousy show

landonorris: nah bro how did you meet busta rhymes before me.

-> thebetternorris: because i'm better than you

username35: you dead ass look like han jisung omg

-> thebetternorris: thank you, idk who that is but i get that a lot 😭

username34: y/n looks so much like young miko it’s insane

charles_leclerc: you look scary in the first picture

-> thebetternorris: i saw your paparazzi picture from the beach, your shoulders look scarier, learn how to put on sunscreen 😬

username36: y/n’s style is so 🥰

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june 30, 2024

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc, and 1,304,393 others

thebetternorris back at the big apple 🍎🏙️

itsyoungmiko: hi twinn

-> thebetternorris: hey twin, we should meet up soon

lancestroll: how do you travel everywhere?

-> thebetternorris: walking and hitchhiking

-> lancestroll: hitchhiking? be safe norris

-> thebetternorris: yea hitchhiking. not all of us have private planes that our daddy pays for🙄(just joking, love u @lawerence_stroll pls give me money)

-> lancestroll: your brother literally flies private. please don't ask my dad for money 😭

lawerence_stroll: hello y/n, how much money do you need?

-> thebetternorris: HI MR.STROLL, thank you for the offer I was just joking, you're so nice. see you at the next gp 😊

username37: who is that on the last photo?

-> thebetternorris: THATS ME. LMFAOOO

username38: ain't no way you're in new york city rn, you were in florida a day ago.

-> thebetternorris: that's what hitchhiking is for, duh

-> username38: you dead ass hitchhiked a ride from florida to new york city. that's like 20 hours...

-> thebetternorris: “that’s like 20 hours…” ☝🏼🤓

username39: are you gonna go to the british gp?

-> thebetternorris: yes sadly 💔 lando is forcing me against my will 😕

oscarpiastri: don’t forget my keychain pls

-> thebetternorris: ofc man ill give it to you soon 🤙

zhouguanyu24: very cool pictures y/n and cool outfit

-> thebetternorris: HI ZHOUUU, i got you something for you and sweet corn 🥰 thank u for the compliment 😙

username40: future mom lore is gonna go insane

-> thebetternorris: 😈

landonorris: y/n are you ever not in the US. come back home..

-> thebetternorris: USA 🇺🇸🦅🦅

-> logansargeant: USA USA 🇺🇸🦅🦅

-> landonorris: @.logansargeant logan please don’t lure my sister into your cult that you americans have

-> logansargeant: @.landonorris we don’t have a cult in america 😭 well… don’t quote me on that 😔

-> username41: “you americans” is crazy 💀

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july 1, 2024

comment to be tagged in the next part 🤫🤫

[mrscarpenter]

BED CHEM

Jacaerys Velaryon x Dornish!reader

Summary: The Prince gets send to gain a powerful alliance that the house targaryen has wanted for a long period of time, and he stumbles upon you. A gorgeous dornish queen.

Includes/warnings: dornish!reader this is probably horribly written so thats a warning in itself, not proof read but i believe Y/N has been used on multiple occasions. Did not give reader a description other than female & dark black curls. There is an age gap in this (reader is 16, jacaerys is 19, but it is never actually mentioned) like i said, not proof read, if you see any spelling errors feel free to point them out!

🪐notes: idk much abt the dornish, especially not in this timeline/au so please ignore any mistakes. Jace is not engaged to baela in this. :)

from my short & sweet collection

You were standing in the hall of your castle in SunSpear. Waiting for the arrival of the prince Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to the iron throne and prince of DragonStone. Or he would be, had King Aegon Targaryen not usurped the iron throne.

The weather in Dorne was always exceptionally hot, so you wore a sheer gown. One thing about the Dornish was that you were not ashamed of anything, especially not what the gods had given you. The dress was a dark blue, with red and gold detailing, your long black curls hanging loosely over your shoulders.

Once you saw the prince arrive, you stood up straighter, clearing your throat silently, allowing a faked smug expression to fall upon your face.

“Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, to what is the pleasure of your presence owed?”

It was all a different environment to what he was used to at DragonStone. The strong breeze of hot air, the lack of thick winter-like clothing, the more exposed body, the tanned skin... it was all such a strange sight to a prince accustomed to the cold. He bowed gently towards the young Queen of Dorne, and looked at her dress. He admired the work that her seamstresses had to do to look so good on her.

“A pleasure indeed, my lady. May we chat inside? It is quite hot here, I confess.”

you nod curtly. “Of course. i am afraid i am in a bit of a hurry though, many important matters to attend.” You point out a hand, allowing him to walk beside you as you walk up the steps into the castle.

Jacaerys follows you, watching the way you walk and the environment surrounding the palace. The hot air, the sun, the tanned skin.

He looks over at you, trying to figure out more about the queen of Dorne. “You are quite young, my lady. Not that I'm much older, but tell me what's it like being queen so young?”

“I am quite used to it. I have been Dorne’s ruler since i was 6 summers old. The Dornish are respectable people, and very direct. It hasn’t always been easy, but it felt natural.” You spoke.

Jacaerys nodded as you walked, thinking it was somewhat impressive someone that young could ever rule. He smiled slightly at your comment.

“I can see the directness in you already, if you'll forgive my boldness. You don't seem like you're the type of woman to beat around the bush, are you?”

Jacaerys was trying to figure you out, as any man with an interest in women would do. He walked beside you as you both spoke, trying to gauge his chances.

after a few seconds you speak up “No, i indeed am not. And i do not expect anyone else to either, if i step on anyone’s toes with my words, they are not company i should keep.”

That comment made Jacaerys smile, appreciating your honest nature. He couldn't deny how attractive blunt honesty was, especially in a place where everyone was so used to keeping secrets and making alliances all the time. “So you speak plainly?”

He knew women with bluntness often became some of the most interesting ones. And a queen, with an attitude like that, made a very intriguing proposition. As curious as your boldness made him, he couldn't deny his physical interests.

That dress... Gods...

You bring him out of his thoughts with your reply. “Yes i speak plainly, and so should you, Prince Jacaerys.” You spoke softly, almost gentle-like. It was very refreshing.

Jacaerys took a long look at your body, his eyes slowly glancing at the details of your dress. The way the skirt of the dress swayed with your movements and how the gown itself left little to the imagination. The way your curly locks dangled and moved. The way your skin shone with the sun's blessing...

His gaze finally returned to your face, the soft features combined with the dark eyes and long wavy hair. He couldn't deny what was crossing his mind right now. Your blunt nature, combined with the way you looked, was certainly making him wish for things.

He couldn't help himself, as he took another look at you, before finally speaking. “That must come in handy for a queen like you, my lady. You're much less... complicated than one would expect from a ruler.”

Jacaerys approached one step closer, his eyes still locked on yours.

“If I may ask, are you married or betrothed by any chance?”

Your blunt words, your direct manner, and your pretty face only encouraged his desires. And it seemed the prince was rather blunt with his intentions as well.

Your eyes locked with his, as he asked the question you were certain was coming.

Of course, he must be interested in some deal. Just like any man, the prince wouldn't be able to simply let a beautiful young queen pass by.

You took a moment to think, wondering what to share.. or perhaps hide. "No, my prince. I am unmarried."

The corner of Jacaerys' mouth curled into a small, cocky smile. "Oh, is that so?"

A hint of teasing was clear in his voice, his eyes still looking for something in yours.

"Well, I suppose that does have some upsides."

He took another step closer, until he was at an arm's distance. The young prince could smell the scent of the air in Dorne, the sun-kissed skin, and the expensive perfumes of a queen. "Tell me, how might a man catch the interest of the queen of Dorne?"

The prince's voice had the tone of teasing, making your eyebrow raise slightly. His sudden proximity also caught you slightly off guard, his physical interests becoming very clear to you.

You couldn't deny how handsome he was. And you guessed perhaps you could use a bit of fun, considering you were unmarried and in your youthful prime.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him, his eyes burning a hole through your face. "Hm... What are you offering? Your family is at war, are they not? your visit is political.”

The prince let out a quiet chuckle, letting his eyes wander over your body for a moment.

The dress was certainly eye-catching, the way it hugged your curves, allowing his imagination to let loose...

The words you spoke only made his eyes find their way back to your own, and the smirk he had on his face only grew.

"Is the possibility of a political alliance enough to catch your interest, my lady?"

You watched the prince's eyes as they caressed your body, the boldness in his gaze, and the clear interest that you knew was there. You knew how to take advantage of an opportunity..

"Depends on what kind of a deal you're suggesting, my prince." There was an undeniable flirtation in your voice, your own subtle way of teasing him.

The prince didn't hide the smirk that spread across his face after that statement. His hand slowly reached over to your waist, his touch feeling the silky fabric of your dress.

"Would a marriage perhaps suffice?"

Your dress, as thin as it already was, provided no barrier against his touch. You could feel each stroke of his fingers, his thumb moving in circular motions against the thin fabric.

The marriage proposal was expected, but it seemed the prince had a more hands-on approach in mind.

You kept a straight face, not to give away how your mind was beginning to wander with the possibility of a marriage. "What would I gain? And what would you expect in return?"

He didn't let your serious expression stop his hands from wandering over the silk of your gown, his hand moving across your waist and down your side. "You would gain protection, support, and a powerful alliance."

"And I would gain..." He leaned closer, his breath against your skin, "A gorgeous Dornish queen as a wife..."

Your heart began to race as his words and his hand continued it's exploration of your side, the anticipation of where those hands might end up was growing.

The prince's proximity and the way he slowly looked at you, expecting some kind of reaction. You stayed firm, holding back the subtle reaction you felt with his words.

"Hm... We might have a deal, my prince."

And with that, his lips ended on yours.

Requested by: @avatar4life

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© mrscarpenter, 2024.

[grapejuicenharry]

Hello, how is your day going? I don't know if you are actually receiving requests, if not feel free to ignore this. What about you and Harry fighting in the car, maybe you're coming from a date and Harry was really late, the walk home is difficult with him and you start a fight, so she decides to get out of the car and walk home alone.

(English is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling errors that may have been made)

a/n: hello! My day is going well, thank u for asking. And yes, I do receive requests. No need to apologize—your english is great!

warnings: angst with a happy ending (sorry I couldn’t leave them like this!)

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

It was 9 p.m., and you had been sitting at this restaurant for the past hour, waiting for Harry. Tonight was supposed to be your date night—something planned since last week. You'd even reminded him this morning, but here you were, alone.

It had been Harry's idea to take you out, to spend time together, to simply enjoy each other's company after weeks of him being swamped with studio work.

When he'd suggested it, you were over the moon, practically giddy at the thought of a night just for the two of you. Just boyfriend and girlfriend. 

You'd dressed up for him in the sheer black dress he loves so much, paired with your black stilettos that accentuated your legs. Minimal make up, save for the bold red lips that added a sensual edge to your look. You’d spent over two hours getting ready, perfecting every detail for tonight. But once again, you sat... disappointed. 

He was late. not just ten or fifteen minutes, but a whole one hour. 

Tears started to gather up in your waterline as the waiter approached your table for the third time, politely asking if you were ready to order. You forced a tight smile, declining him once again, murmuring that you were waiting for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but feel like the staff was probably laughing behind your back—this poor woman, sitting alone, waiting like a fool. 

Deep down, you knew it wasn’t an emergency or unavoidable crisis keeping Harry away. He’d used the same excuse too many times: Got busy at the studio, forgot to check my phone. Honestly, you were tired at this point of always coming second, but you know your pathetic heart will forgive him the second he starts blubbering out apologizes because you loved him—and you know he loved you, too. 

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You discretely wiped a stray tear that has rolled down your cheeks as the sound of commotion at the door caught your attention. Your eyes glanced to the entrance, and there he was—Harry, rushing inside, his eyes searching for her. 

The second he spotted you, he knew he’d fucked up. 

Harry strode over to your table, looking down at you with guilt written all over his face. His shoulders sagged as he spoke. 

“Y/N—fuck, I’m sorr—“ 

You stood up immediately, not wanting to hear a word from him. Grabbing your purse from the table, you turned around and walked away. Ignoring him.

Outside, the cold air hit you like a slap, your hair whipping against your face as tears spilled freely down your cold cheeks. You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself, desperate to hold it together. 

“Y/N, please—listen to me.” Harry pleads from behind her, his voice begging. He reached out to touch your arm, but you instinctively stepped back, putting more space between you. 

"Don't,” you muttered, wiping your tears. 

Harry froze, his hand hanging in the air for a second before dropping back. 

His heart breaks looking at your state, your mascara slightly smudged, your nose red because of crying, and your cheeks red with biting cold. You looked so vulnerable, and yet you wouldn’t let him near you. The realization crumbles him from inside. 

“I don’t want to hear anything; I want to go home. Just take me home or I’ll book a cab.” 

You whisper, sniffling, your voice hoarse and shaky. 

Harry’s throat tightened, but he nodded, silently stepping forward to open the car door for you. Without a word, you slid into the passenger seat. You fumbled with your seatbelt and stared outside the window. not glancing a look over him as he starts driving. 

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

The drive home is suffocatingly silent. The air inside felt heavy with tension and unspoken words. The only sounds were the low murmur of the radio and the faint hum of the engine in the background. 

Harry's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched as he fought to keep his emotions in check. The tension was evident as his other hand rested idling on his thigh, occasionally rubbing at his jaw in frustration. He wanted so badly to reach for your hand, to rest his palm on your thigh as he'd done countless times before. But he didn't. He couldn't.

It must have been forty minutes or an hour of driving in silence when you spoke, not able to sit in the tension atmosphere anymore. “Are we not going to talk about this?” You snaps.

Harry exhales sharply through his nose, trying to gauge a response: “What do you want me to say, love?" I said I was sorry.” 

Y/N scoffs at his words, her frustration bubbling over. “That’s the problem, Harry. You think an apology fixes everything. It’s not about saying sorry—it’s about not doing it in the first place. You knew how important tonight was for me.” 

Harry’s knuckles turn white on the wheel. “I didn’t get time to check my phone. I was so caught up in the studio—“

“Right, the studio.” Y/N interrupts bitterly, “Always the studio. Always something important than me.” 

The words hang heavy in the air; Harry’s shoulders stiffen. His lips press into a thin line as he pulls the car over the side of the door, and tires crunching against the gravel.

“What are you doing?” You ask, heart pounding.

Harry throws his car into the park and turns to you, his green eyes stormy and dark. “I don’t know what you want from me; I’m doing the best I can.” His voice was low but sharp. 

Your throat tightening at his words, shaking head, “Well, maybe your best isn’t good enough.” You whispers, trying to keep your tears at bay.

His eyes flicker, a flash of vulnerability breaking through his frustration, but you can’t take it back now. The tension feels unbearable. Before you could think, You unbuckles your seatbelt and reaches for the door handle. 

“Where are you going?” Harry asks.

“Home.” Y/N bites out, stepping out of the car. The crisp air waves through your hair, goosebumps rising in your body. “I’ll walk.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he mutters back before opening the side of his door and stepping outside. 

“Ridiculous?” You whirl around, glaring at him. “What’s ridiculous is me sitting there, pretending that I’m not hurt. Whats ridiculous is you acting like this doesn’t matter” 

Harry’s chest heaves as he looks at you, searching for the right thing to say, but it doesn’t come fast enough; you turn around and start walking, your heels clicking against the pavement. 

You hear Harry calling your name, but you don’t turn around, knowing there is nothing for him to say that would make you feel better—nothing. The chill of air whooshes past you as you hug yourself tighter, wrapping your arms around you, and quicken your steps. 

The sound of his boots crunching against the ground, crisp leaves crushing beneath him as he follows you, the sound growing closer and closer, then you hear him say softly. 

“Y/N, please..stop."

Against your better judgement, you stop. You stop in your tracks at his words and turn around. Harry jogs and comes closer to you; this time you let him... wanting to feel him close. His face morphs into something more painful than that clenched jaw like earlier. The lines of frustration are replaced by something softer, something that aches your chest. 

“I get it,” his voice low, laced with hurt. “You’re hurt. And you’re right, I shouldn’t have been late, and I shouldn’t have brushed it off like it didn’t matter. It did; you matter to me.” 

The sincerity in his words cracks your heart walls, the river of tears that you’ve been holding threatening to spill over.

"Harry, it's not just about tonight," you say, your voice trembling. "It's about feeling like I'm always coming second to everything else in your life."

His shoulders drop, and he steps closer, his green eyes fixed on yours. "You're not second, love," he says; the words sound like a plea. "You're the only thing that keeps me going half the time. And I know I've been worse at showing that, but I'll do better. I promise you, I will."

You blink at him, trying to brush away the tears. "You say that, but—"

Before you can finish, his hand gently takes yours. "Look at me," he says softly, and when you do, there's nothing but sincerity written all over his face.

"I'll prove it," he says. "Not just tonight, not just tomorrow—every day. I'll make time. For you. For us. You're the most important thing to me, Y/N. I swear it."

His words sink in, warming the cold that's settled deep in your chest. For a moment, neither of you speaks. 

Then, his thumb brushes over your knuckles, and you realize how much you missed the warmth of his touch; he gently touches them and kisses each of your fingers softly.

"Can I take you home now?" he asks tentatively, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding, the fight in you ebbing away.

"Okay," you whispered.

He lets out a relieved sigh and takes a step closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Thank you," he murmurs into your hair. "I'll make it up to you, love. I promise."

[txjis]

alpha!toji x omega!fem!reader (reader is a late bloomer)

COLLAB FOR; @goxjo ‘s - Into The Omegaverse

cw: A/B/O , first heat , unprotected sex , p in v , knotting , mating , biting , some blood , not much plot , i thinks that’s it.

wc: 2k

notes: a wittle rushed, wanted to make sure i got it in on time skfkfsk. my first collab hurray!! pls ignore spelling errors i am stoopid.

it wasn’t common for heats to start late, especially well into your 20’s. but it wasn’t anything to worry about too much either. you remembered being jealous of the other omegas you knew when their first heat hit. wanting to ‘fit in’ and relate to them, but now, you were eating all those previous feeling. this shit was hell. 

your body is on fire, the heat that you’d had been trying to fight off instead made you restless and desperate for relief. it's been building for days now, and you know you need to find release soon or risk going mad, the stress wasn’t good for any omega. let alone a sweet, innocent lil thing like you. 

you hear a knock on your door, and you know it's toji. his scent is like no other alpha you’ve ever been around. it’s a deep musk, with faint hints of sandalwood. his scent alone, through your door even, is enough to have you gasping for air. your body physically reacting to the way he smells. 

you open the door and there he stands, tall and muscular, his black hair falling loosely around his sharp features. he raises an eyebrow at the sight of you, dressed only in a thin shirt that clings to your sweaty body, your nipples hard and straining against the fabric. 

"well, little omega, you're looking ripe," he says, his voice deep and full of promise. "could smell ya’ from a mile away." he’s staring down at you, his own body reacting to just how sweet you smell. he had been attempting to court you for a while now, you always smelled so good to him. but this? he was intoxicated. 

you shiver at his words, your pussy clenching as a wave of desire washes over you. every rational thought flying from your head the moment his scent wafted towards your overly sensitive, twitchy nose. it was stronger than when your door was shut, almost knocking you back on your ass. 

"please, toji," you beg, your voice hoarse and needy, not knowing what you were even pleading for. "it’s t’much. hurts." a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face, and he steps towards you, taking your face in his hand, his touch firm and demanding. 

"gonna take care of you, doll," he growls, his thumb brushing your cheek. "but y’gotta do as I say and give yourself to me completely.” you whimper, nodding eagerly, already lost in the haze of your need and his commanding presence.

without warning, he presses his lips to yours, kissing you hard, his tongue demanding entry to your mouth. you moan into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt as he backs you into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. he breaks the kiss, his green eyes burning with desire as he looks down at you.

 "get rid of em’," he commands, speaking about your clothes. he snaps the waistband of your flimsy pajama shorts to further prove his point. his voice, rough with want. "wanna see what i got t’work with."

you quickly strip, your hands shaking as you reveal your bare body to him, your breasts heaving as you pant with anticipation. toji growls low in his throat, lust flashing in his eyes. 

"such a pretty lil’ thing," he says, reaching out to cup your breast, squeezing it roughly. You whimper out at his touch, your knees buckling as pleasure spikes through you.

 "more.. please.." you plead, your hands clinging to his broad shoulders. with a rough laugh, he pushes you back onto the bed, following you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress. he pulls away slightly, taking in the sight of you spread out before him, your legs falling open easily. 

"such a needy omega," he teases, reaching down to stroke your inner thigh. "lil’ pussy already s’wet for me hm?" you blush, feeling your face heat up even as your core burns with need. 

"all f’you toji.." you whisper, lifting your hips up towards his hand, seeking more contact. he chuckles, tracing the outline of your sex with his finger, teasing you mercilessly. 

"greedy little thing, aren't you?" he murmurs, dipping his finger into your slick folds, collecting your essence on his finger. he raises his hand to his mouth, sucking your juices off with a lewd noise. "fuck.." he growls, licking his lips. "..i could feast on you all day."

you squirm beneath him, your body arching off the bed, desperate for friction. "touch me," you beg, your hands now tugging at his clothing. "need you so bad." a dark, satisfied smile stretches across his face, and he sits up, quickly shedding his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body and thick cock, straining towards you. 

"bossy too," he laughs, positioning himself at your entrance. he wanted to take his time with you, open you up for him. there would be other times for that though, the slick pouring from your pussy was driving him insane. he was just as impatient as you were. 

with a hand pressed against the pillows your head was resting on, he uses his other to grip the base of his cock. sliding the tip through your drenched folds, basking in the slick sounds that started filling the room mixed with your small puffs of air and high pitched whimpers. finally, he began to push in slowly.  

you cry out, your body trembling as you adjust to his size. he was huge, and thick too. your eyes glanced down to where he was splitting you open, widening realization just how stretched your cunt looked taking just half of him. toji groans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

"so tight, so fucking perfect," he grits out, beginning to move, he fucked you with half of his cock for a while, you were squeezing him too tight for him to push anymore into you. the hand that was once on his cock moved to splay across your lower tummy, hands large enough that his thumb could press against your clit at the same time. 

the small amount of pressure was enough to throw you over the edge unexpectedly. a violent orgasm ripped through your body, slick coating his cock while clear fluid sprayed, splashing against his torso and back on to you. it was messy, so fucking messy. but you couldn’t find the time to be embarrassed when it ripped an animalistic growl from toji. 

“oh.. you fuckin’ dirty girl.” your back arched off the bed while your mouth dropped into a silent scream. with one sharp thrust he buried the rest of his cock into you. “cumming all over me, making a mess.” it was mean, he knew it was mean. your poor cunt already battered from just half of him, but the way you squeezed down on him while you came— he needed to feel it again. this time around his full cock. 

you start to meet his thrusts, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his, the bed rocking with the force of your joining. toji leans down, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue dueling with yours as his hands grip your hips, pulling you onto his cock again and again.

the room fills with the wet sounds of your coupling, your moans and cries echoing off the walls as toji fucks you relentlessly. You can feel your orgasm building again, your body coiling tighter and tighter with pleasure.

"m’close," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "gonna cum-" this time you were able to at least feel the orgasm building up in you. you gaze up at him, eyes glazed over with lust and teary. 

"not yet doll, almost there.." he grunts, his hips are moving sloppier now. you can feel the swell of his knot every time his hips slap against the back of your thighs. you were squeezing down on him tightly, trying to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to rip through you. 

“knot.. knot. please toji, knot.” you were chanting, begging, pleading, all of it. he almost blew his load just hearing you beg for his knot. he looked down between your bodies, a dull pang of uncertainty pressed at his chest. he was, large. he had came to terms that most omegas wouldn’t be able to actually take his knot.. but you were begging so prettily, how could he deprive you? 

“it’s gonna hurt doll..” toji wheezes out, hissing when you squeeze down on him tighter. he looks back up towards your face, which was now messy with tears and drool. another smile pulls at his lips, the scar stretching along with it. he’d give you anything, everything. 

you start to whine and try to push your hips on to him, attempting to push his knot in you for him. toji’s eyes rolled into the back of his head watching you try to fuck him back. 

“fuck fuck fuck, cum for me. milk my cock doll, give it to me.” toji growled, falling to his elbows above you. your chest pressed against his, skin on skin sending your core trembling around him. 

his words send you over the edge, and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking as waves of pleasure ripple through you.

toji groans, his hips stuttering as he continues to thrust, his own release building.

 "good fuckin’ girl.." he groans, his eyes fixed on where your bodies are joined as he watches his length disappear into your depths, fat knot slowly starting to stretch you further. "can't hold out much longer..."

you whimper, still sensitive from your climax, as he pounds into you, his balls slapping against your ass. you felt the sharp pain of him finally pressing his know into you, your eyes widened and teeth latched to your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“i know baby, i know…” toji coos, leaning forward towards your face. his hot tongue laps at the blood that was dotting across your bottom lip. he ground his hips into you, allowing himself friction without needing to pull out at all. 

“mark.. toji.” you wheezed, weak fingers tangling into the hair that fell along his neck. you tugged him towards your neck, glistening with sweat. animalistic instincts took over him completely, a low growl rattled through his chest and against yours. 

“gonna make you mine, fuck.” toji hisses, sharp canines dragging across the delicate skin of your throat. you pushing your neck into his mouth, piercing yourself on his sharp teeth was enough to finally send him over. 

with a roar, his hips still, his cock pulsing and knot swelling even further as he fills you, his hot cum shooting deep inside you. the teeth against your neck bite down, both of your eyes roll back at the warmth that floods you both from being marked, and doing the marking. 

toji collapses on top of you, breathing heavily, his face still buried in your neck. he laps at the deep bite with his tongue, licking away the blood that dribbled from it. 

he kept you plugged with his cock, lifting himself up with strong arm to hover over you once again. a forearm slipped behind your neck, pretty much cradling your head. he was able to keep himself balanced like that while his other hand pressed softly against the back of your head. 

“c’mon doll, need you to do it too.” he moved your head towards his exposed neck. toji tilted his head out of the way, chuckling when he felt your own, much smaller, canines pierce his skin. another growl, that sounded more like a purr, vibrated against your lips while you lapped and sucked at his wound the same way he did yours. 

you two laid there, for hours, falling asleep with him still inside of you. the pattern of waking up to him rutting into you, fucking, and falling back asleep happened for a few days afterwards. he claimed it as ‘wanting to make sure’ he was taking care of you. 

[mochroialainn]

Besties, Im gonna be so for real right now, this turned out to be a little more intense and freaky than I intended. Im currently playing the campaign for Modern Warfare II (reboot) and could not get this scenario out of my brain since I first saw Graves. So uh... warnings for power play, mentions of safe words, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding, creepy graves. Minors Do Not Interact this is an 18+ Post. This was also written on mobile and formatted on desktop so please ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I'm too tired to proof read it and fix it

Thinking about cybersecurity CIA!Operative reader whos married to Price and is brought onto the task force by the Secretary of Defense (so above Shepherds head) to try and find the traitor, the SoD has an inkling that its Shepherd and Graves and its readers job to prove it. One of the ways she does it, because shes young and pretty and knows how to get what she wants from a man, is by flirting with Graves and gradually getting closer and closer to him until she can hack his phone and gain access to his emails. She hates it. Hates him and his arrogance, his cocky smile and the way his eyes always trace over her body and stay too long leering at her tits when they talk. He genuinely makes her feel sick and queasy, and she shivers everytime shes out of his sight after flirting with him.

Price hates it. Hates the way Graves looks at her, eyes always on her tits or ass as if she was nothing more than something to fuck and leave disgarded. He has to clench his jaw and bite his tongue anytime he sees them together, he wants to punch Graves and break his fucking jaw. Wants to take a knife and carve his heart out of his fucking chest. But he doesn’t, because he can't. It would jeporadise everything you had worked for, would jeporadise his team if Shepherd knew his little lapdog had been found out he would have all of them killed in seconds.

But when you come to him after flirting with Graves all day, locking his office door behind you and already stripping yourself from your clothes beginning him to make you forget about every look and leer and touch from Graves, hes all but happy to oblige. He kisses you something fierce, all passion with a hint of danger mixed in, all lips and teeth and desperate panting into your mouth as he sigs your bare ass on his desk one hand already toying with your nipple while the other travels further down and starts to rub hard, rough circles your clit. You were already wet thinking about him, and now it starts to pull, slicking up your tighs and his desk but John doesnt care. It wouldnt be the first time he fucked you over his desk and it wouldnt be the last either. John makes you cum from just touching your clit before he removes his finger and rakes it through your hair, grabbing at the roots and pulling so your neck was barred to him.

He so desperately wanted to mark you, leaving bitea and hickeys over your skin to claim you as his but he couldnt, do he was gentle. Trailing kisses down your pulse point and across your collarbone, down your sternum going lower and lower until his face was in front of your pussy and he dove in like a man starved. Lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshley, a satisfying pop echoing in the room as he let go. His eyes stared up at you as you threaded your fingers through his hair, "you remember your safe word?" A nod from you is all he needs to keep going, teeth digging into the supple flesh of your tigh as he slowly slid teo fingers into your weeping hole. He made sure to push you to the edge and withdraw, over and over again until you were a crying mess and he had mercy on you, edging you again until again until he finally let you cum. He made sure you came for him 2 more times before he even entartained the thought of fucking you and when he finally pulled his cock out of his trousers (not having undressed yet, wanting your wetness to soak into his clothes) you nearly weeped from the pleasure and overstimulation when he entered you, all the way to the hilt in one go. And there was no way he was stopping until he pumped at least 2 loads into your gorgeous pussy.

He'll make you forget all about Graves, hell when hes done with you, you'll be lucky if you can even remember your own name and don't walk away pregnant.

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Encontrar tu media naranja

♥ pairing: lando norris x latina!fem!singer!reader

♥ synopsis: during one of your concerts a fan threw their phone up on stage. after you finished recording a video, you tried tossing it back to them and ended up accidentally hitting a world famous f1 driver in the face

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine - face claim: alexa demie

♥ warnings: swearing, blood, accidental violence lol !!!

♥ a/n: if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fanfic about finding love by getting hit in the face with object I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. + ignore spelling errors in my Spanish please some of it autocorrected lol

♥ masterlist

You turned your back towards the crowd as people cheered. You raised the phone in your hand up high to get as many people in the video as possible. After you ended the recording, you clicked the phone off and tried tossing it back to the original fan that threw it on stage.

There was an audible gasp from the crowd around the barricades as the phone hit a man's face. You covered your gaping mouth with your hand as you realized what you'd just done.

Your jaw was still dropped as you tried to speak.

"¿Estás bien?" you questioned.

(are you okay?)

You panicked internally as you tried to think of what to do.

"Can we get him some help?" you said, turning your gaze towards a few security guards.

"Todo el mundo por favor retroceda."

(everyone please stand back)

Security walked the man and his party out of the stadium rendering you absolutely speechless.

"Uhm," you said into the mic. "Did you get your phone back?" you asked the initial fan with an embarrassed expression.

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yourusername IM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OK

user6 HOW HARD DID SHE THROW THAT PHONE 😭😭😭

user9 miss girl can THROWWW

user1 y/n l/n baseball career when?

user7 girl needs to be pitching for the red sox, fuck 😭

user5 I feel so bad for laughing so hard

user10 the piss poor bandages on his nose-

user4 why is there so much blood holy shit

user12 didn't know Lando was a fan of her

user14 pretty sure Carlos dragged him to her concert lol

user2 not his friends laughing at him 💀

user18 someone drop the video

user16 is he okay?!?!

user17 meet cute 😍

user1 WHY IS THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yourusername safe to say he forgave me

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user7 STUNNER

user1 you can throw a phone at my face any time 🤷‍♀️

user6 LANDO NOWINS NO MORE

user9 I will never get over this 😭

user18 it was just an inchident

user16 wait she wasn't wearing that while she was there??

user19 pretty sure that was a pic of her at whatever after parties they went to lol

user14 Florida nights are cold as fuck

user4 do you think Carlos is jealous of all the attention Lando is getting from her

user2 the poly fics write themselves

user10 oh my god YESSS!!!

user50 why does f1 invite celebrities that know nothing about the sport???

user12 not her wearing landos merch

user3 im sure he made her wear it lmaoo

user5 LANDO'S FIRST WIN

user17 P1 LETS FUCKING GO

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-A Few Months Later-

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carlossainz55 and this was the same guy who was complaining about going to her concert a few months ago

landonorris if I remember correctly that concert ended pretty badly for me

user12 you got a girlfriend out of it I’d call that a win

user40 @/user12 they're not dating ???

user10 find someone who smiles at you the way they smile at each other

user9 they’re so cute

user3 don’t be shy drop the picture(s) he took of her

user7 I need him I fear

user8 📱👃

user1 hes so cute

user13 just date already

user15 you're so pretty

user17 I will literally never forget her breaking his nose lmaooo

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yourusername my new single "encontrar tu media naranja" is out now 🧡

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user8 ok but why does the guy in the music video look like lando...

user7 oh my god

user13 I see the vision

user9 YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user1 Kali Uchis collab when?

user12 literally begging for a song with her, kali, and peso pluma

user3 orange sodas >>>

user24 📱👃

user11 this song is so good 🧡

user18 who's the guy in the mv???

user19 shes gorgeous

user17 I love her

user25 wait this is the singer that broke lando's nose

user5 🧡🧡🧡

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landonorris te amo querida 🧡

yourusername 🧡

user5 bro's adorable

user2 encontrar tu media naranja? more like econtrar tu media papaya

user1 that's an interesting angle

user9 Lando still doesn't know how to make a heart with his hands lmao 😭

user7 I FUCKING KNEW IT !!!

user11 YESSS

user14 and now they're married with five kids

user18 mom and dad

carlossainz55 formally known as lando "who's y/n?"Norris

landonorris ive grown since then

user12 fuck Romeo and Juliet I want what they have

user6 so the song WAS about lando

user8 and it all started with a phone 📱

user10 I'm tearing up

[dorabellingham]

Do you still love me?

warning: none

characters: jude x reader

summary: where he is being extremely cold and distant with you, but you can't stand this situation anymore

request: yes!

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The last few weeks had been strange for you. Jude, usually affectionate and present, was cold and distant. He would come home late from training, eat dinner in silence, and spend more time on his phone than with you. At first, you thought he was just tired, but as the days went by, the feeling that something was wrong became unbearable. He no longer hugged you like before, his kisses were quick and devoid of emotion, and even the small gestures, like intertwining his fingers or smiling at you for no reason, had disappeared. You felt like a shadow inside your own house, and the pain of not knowing what was happening consumed you. On a particularly silent night, you sat on the couch while Jude was in the room. Your chest felt heavy, the lump in your throat threatening to spill over into the tears you had been holding back for days. But this time, you couldn't ignore the discomfort. Getting up, you went to the bedroom and stopped at the door. Jude was sitting on the bed, staring at his phone. He didn't even notice your presence.

—Jude....

You called, your voice firm but full of emotions.

He looked up, surprised, but quickly looked away, as if eye contact was something he couldn't sustain.

—What's wrong?

You walked into the room and closed the door behind you, crossing your arms.

—What's wrong? Jude, I should be the one asking this. What's going on with you? With us?

He frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

—Babe, it's nothing. I'm just... dealing with things.

—What things, Jude Victor? You barely talk to me, barely look at me. I feel invisible inside our own home!

Your voice broke at the end, and you hated showing vulnerability, but you couldn't hold it in any longer.

Jude sighed, running a hand over his face.

—I didn't want you to feel this way. It's just... football, the pressure, the media... it's all suffocating me, Y/n. And I don’t want to burden you with this.

—So you decided to push me away? —You asked, your voice now calmer, but still full of pain. —Jude, I’m here for you. I always have been. But you shutting me out, treating me like I don’t matter, is far worse than any problem you’re facing alone.

He finally looked at you, and you saw something you hadn’t seen in days: regret.

Jude was silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. He knew he had done wrong. He was so lost in his own insecurities that he didn’t realize the impact his behavior had on the person he loved the most.

—You’re right... —He admitted, his voice low. —I was being an idiot. Not because I don’t love you, but because I didn’t know how to deal with all of this. And in the process, I ended up hurting you. I’m sorry, sweetie.

You crossed your arms, still hesitant.

—I need more than an apology, Jude. I need you to be honest with me. That you trust me, like I trust you.

He stood up and walked over to you, gently holding your hands.

—I know. And I’m going to do this. I never wanted you to feel this way, and I promise I’ll make up for every moment I made you doubt our love.

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears, but there was something in your expression that said you wanted to believe.

—It’s okay, babe. But please don’t do it again. I’m not as strong as you think I am.

He pulled you into a tight hug, his hand gently stroking your hair.

—You’re the strongest person I know, Y/n. And I’m going to earn your forgiveness.

The next day, Jude woke up earlier than you and started making a special breakfast. He made waffles, fruit, and even tried an omelet, although he burned it a little. When you came downstairs, still half asleep, you found the table carefully set and your husband waiting with a shy smile.

—That’s a start!

He said as you sat down, surprised.

Over the next few days, Jude made sure to show you how much you meant to him. He took you out to dinner, wrote you sweet notes that you found scattered around the house, and even taught you how to make her favorite dish. But most importantly, he began to open up more, sharing his anxieties and fears, showing you that he trusted you.

One night, as you lay together, he held your face and said:

—I promise I’ll never let you feel alone again. You’re the best part of my life, my love.

And in that moment, you knew that despite your flaws and mistakes, the love you shared was strong enough to overcome anything.

[luffysinterlude]

Could you write a drabble of Luffy excited to see reader again in Zou?

BITTERSWEET LOVE CONFESSIONS. . .

★ summary: luffy’s so excited to see you again on zou. (gn!reader)

★ warnings: one piece antics, pre-wci spoilers kinda, sorta ooc! luffy, a lil angst, reader’s an overthinker (wc: ≈1100? is this considered a drabble?)

★ an: ty for allowing me to whip up something to feed my creative side!! i rushed through this though i’ll admit 🥲 but i hope it’s somewhat close to what you were expecting, anon! i’m still trying to get back into writing, so please excuse any grammar/spelling errors TT…also, happy nami day!! my favorite girl <33

luffy’s so so excited.

he’s excited to continue his journey on the grand line, in the new world, his next stop zou to pick up the rest of his crew and hopefully enjoy a nice meal. he’s excited to tell the rest of them about his reunion with sabo, what he’s learned on dressrosa, and to catch up on what’s been happening while he was dealing with business.

but more importantly (though he might never say it out loud, because it’s obvious) he’s excited to see you.

it feels as if the two of you haven’t gotten alone time together since reuniting at sabaody. you promised him you’d tell him all about your training during the two years the crew was separated, but there’s just not enough down time to do so.

as soon as the poorly drawn dragon made its way up the elephant’s leg, luffy wasted no time in his search for you. he was eager to see your face again. to hear your voice. to feel your presence. robin giggled at her captain’s behavior, mentally agreeing with him: wanting to see you and nami again (and her chopper and the crew’s skeleton, too).

“YNNNNNNN!!! where are you?” usopp’s eyes shot out of his head as he looked up and saw his captain standing on a tall wall. “CHOPPER!! NAMI!! SANJI!! BROOK!! YN!! DRAGON BOY!!”

“LUUUUUFFY?! GET DOWN HERE!” usopp screamed. “you’re going to draw attention towards us — we don’t need it!!” law watched as the four of them — zoro, robin, franky and usopp (despite just scolding him) — sighed and continued walking forward. what an odd group of individuals. he must be a handful. the doctor decided to follow the rest of the straw hats, choosing to ignore their captain’s loud antics.

+x+

nami’s voice shook you awake from your slumber, your eyes blurry as you rubbed your forehead. you’re grateful to have been able to get some sleep, your mind still trying to process what’s been happening these days. too much thinking. miss him so much.

“let’s go outside,” nami suggests. “i think they’re finally here.”

upon hearing the words you’ve craved to hear since you’ve arrived on the walking elephant, you jump from your spot and rushed outside. you’re greeted with the crew mates you left on dressrosa, eyes taking in their forms searching for any injuries. after you’ve decided that they’re all in pretty good shape, your attention returns to the loud boy who stood before you.

“LUFFY!” you shout, legs moving towards him without hesitation, almost as if he was magnetizing. you throw your arms around his frame and jump into his embrace, the warmth of his skin meeting yours. his right hand immediately grabs hold of the back of your head, the other steadying your waist in place. he’s about to tell you how much he’s missed you, until you beat him with a hushed whisper in his ear.

“i’m so, so sorry, Lu. sanji…” you start. “we couldn’t stop him.” you’re standing a foot away from him now, head hanging in shame as luffy processes your words. his hands rest on your shoulders, your eyes ignoring his gaze.

the others who joined him on dressrosa collectively let out their confusion, wondering what could’ve happened in the short amount of time they’ve been on dressrosa. you feel luffy’s left hand move from your shoulder to under your chin,

“tell me, yn.”

+x+

you’re all sat in a circle as your captain listens to everyone explaining what’s happened since the twirly hat’s arrival on zou. luffy’s right beside you, digging into his food as your mind fills with memories as nami explains the whole situation regarding sanji. you feel luffy shift slightly, his left arm wrapping around your waist, the other still indulging the meal set in front of him. his attention remains on nami, but the grip on your waist tightens at every mention of you.

after eating, the two of you are able to find some alone time. it’s awkward at first, sitting side by side on a brick wall that guarded the cat viper’s castle. you feel small in his presence as both of you watch the sun set.

“i’ve missed you,” you break the silence. “it’s been a while since we’ve been together.”

luffy’s cheeks are painted with a light blush, a smile forming on his face. “i missed you too yn! been thinking of you ever since you left me on dressrosa — actually, haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since two years ago!”

you return the smile, gaze locking in on his as he brings your body closer to his. his warmth meets your chilled skin, a kiss pressed to the top of your head as you lean into his shoulder.

“have you been okay? doflamingo wasn’t too harsh on you, was he?” you pry. you’ve researched the warlords and came to the conclusion that donquixote doflamingo is — or was — the worst of the seven. when it clicked on punk hazard that doflamingo would be the next victim to fall to luffy, you weren’t sure how to feel. a ton of emotions hit you all at once, but then again, this is the new world. you have to expect the worst.

“oh, mingo? he was this big shot and i’m glad i was able to bring him down. he was doing some really terrible things on the island. but! i did get to see my brother, sabo! you remember me telling you about him, right? turns out he’s been working under my dad for some time now! it’s crazy how the world works,” he eagerly tells you. “he was really hoping to meet you, you know? but i told him you were dealing with business over here — so maybe next time. he also made me a vivre card! it’s in robin’s bag but i’ll be sure to give you a piece when we go back in. hmm, what else?”

you smile as you watch the boy place a hand under his chin and think of events to tell you. you watch as his face changes into many different emotions, and you can’t help but sigh lovingly at the sight.

“hmm? you okay yn?” you shake your head no at the question, inhaling deeply before replying,

“just happy you’re back. missed you so so much. thinking about how much i love you,” warmth filled your face as you realized your last sentence was the first time you’d ever said that to him, eyes darting back to the open sea in front of you.

“huuuuuuuuh?! finally! i love you too, yn. maybe even more! sanji told me i should wait for you to tell me first, but i realized i loved you a long time ago!” luffy’s words were accompanied by his arms wrapping around you once again. he’s always been physical, but this time, you can feel the love radiating off of him. he pulls away and suddenly, your lips are on his. you kiss back instantly, something you’ve craved for a long time; before, luffy’s kisses were always mere pecks. your reunification on sabaody proved that luffy had matured a lot the past two years, but this kiss seals the deal.

“i’ll never leave you, y’know? i kind of wanted you to stay with me on dressrosa,” luffy says as he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “but i came to conclusion that you’re strong! which is why i put you in charge. you all made it safely, which was what i told you to do, right? despite what came after…” make sure you and the others arrive on zou safely, yn! you’re now both facing each other, with legs crossed. you quickly think about how high up the two of you are, but the wave of worry vanishes when you remember the bright boy that sat in front of you.

“we’ll get sanji back. we’ll have all our friends together again, so don’t worry. we’re in this together, right?” the words sounded so sweet falling from his lips, and you felt like crying. “it’s a goal of mine to watch you achieve your dream, and so far it’s been a pleasure. don’t plan on missing out!”

seeing the sparkle in his eyes despite the sun setting, made you grab his face with both hands and bring his lips to yours. you poured all the love in your body into the kiss, hoping he’d experience the same feeling you felt when he had kissed you earlier.

“and i’ll be there for your coronation, King.” you smiled at him, turning your body back to the open sea, one you were once afraid of. luffy helped you overcome it; you loved voyaging and the thrill that the ocean offers. you can’t wait to see everyone reach their life dreams, knowing that it’ll happen with the help of the man who sat next to you.

minutes pass you both watched as a pretty shade of dark blue painted the periwinkle sky, in a comfortable silence accompanied by waves clashing against zunesha’s legs.

“….so does that mean we’re technically married now?!”

“luffy..”

+x+

★ an: ty for reading!! please lmk what you thought! constructive criticism is always welcomed! :)

[taesanluv3r]

nicest guy.

kim woonhak x reader

inspired by bnd's MAMA performance! the hyungs getting their baby ready for prom night! taesan's a menace and yn's dad is hard-headed, also woonhak has his license in this. lowercase intended. cuss words, kiss scene. pls ignore any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. enjoyy

wc: 3,810

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"you're going to prom in that?!"

with the way jaehyun was staring at him, you'd think kim woonhak had showed up in a jersey and sweats. "what?" the young boy asks before taking in a deep gulp, an uneasy feeling sprouting up his body at the way his hyungs eyed him down. "it's not bad is it? i mean it's a suit...?" he questions, eyebrows curling into a pose of doubt. to be fair, he wasn't wrong, it was a suit...a suit that belonged to his dad way before his time, that is.

"i mean...apart from the fact that it's a billion years out of style and like- three sizes too big on you...i guess it is a suit!" taesan chuckles, prompting riwoo, who stood beside him, to do the same. "yeah! i mean i wouldn't be caught dead in that, but a suit's a suit...i guess..." the backhanded statements made the youngest boy roll his eyes, whining as he slumped down onto the couch in the boys' shared dormitory.

"hyung, what do i do? i mean in a couple hours i have to go pick the yn ln up from her house and then i'm supposed to give her the best prom experience in the world and i can't even pick the right outfit?! i mean, how do i expect her to say yes to being my girlfriend if i can't get anything right?! i'm such a loser!" the older guy's looked at the boy with sympathy, watching as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"woonhak..." sungho starts, taking a seat beside him. "don't say that...you're more than just a loser" - "yeah, cause he's a huge loser!" taesan butts in, "dude, can't you see the kid's stressing? leave him alone!" leehan says, striking the menacing one upside his head. "don't listen to him, broski...i mean, yn did say yes to your prom-posal, didn't she? that's something!" woonhak nods along to the word's of his older friends, beginning to gain back the confidence he had lost just a moment ago.

"yeah! and besides, the outfit isn't that big a deal...we'll just have to fix some things..." jaehyun says, "mhm, and we can help you with all of that. we are, after all, your beloved hyungs" riwoo smiles, pressing a hand onto the boy's back in reassurance. "now come on..." he continues, beginning to pull woonhak up from the couch.

"...if you're planning to confess your love to yn tonight, then we got some serious work to do!"

"operation: turn loser woonhak into gentlemanly woonhak so that he can win over his long time crush who's lowkey out of his league, is a go- ow! quit hitting me!"

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"hm..." leehan squints, his pointer finger pressed against his lips. "try the red one again..." woonhak rolls his eyes, taking off the tie around his neck for what felt like the billionth time. "how about the blue-" - "hyung, seriously? i've tried the blue one on like- four times already!" leehan laughs at the boy's annoyance. "okay fine, at least try on the purple one, please?" the younger of the two obliges, throwing the last of the ties on. "oh, gross! red it is...use the red tie" woonhak almost throws a tantrum, "seriously?! all that work for you to pick the first one i put on? she better love this tie or i'm gonna crash out" leehan smiles with his eyes, leaning over to pinch the other's cheeks.

"beauty takes time, baby"

"bro, stay still!" sungho exclaims, holding their maknae down by his shoulders. "i'm trying to but you plus a giant curling iron is kind of freaking me out!" the older one scoffs, "don't be such a baby, it's not like i'm gonna burn you! and how do you expect me to fix this mop on your head if you keep moving, huh?" woonhak sighs, giving up on fighting back; he wasn't going to win anyways.

"now hand me the hairspray..."

"and five, six, seven, eight and- no, no, no!" riwoo shakes his head and slaps a hand onto his forehead. "what? what am i doing wrong? those are literally the right moves!" poor woonhak, his head's just moments away from exploding. "it's the beat, dude! you need to stay on beat! how do you expect to win this girl over if you can't dance on beat? start over from the top" riwoo claps his hands, bending down to rewind the song on his phone.

"and five, six, seven, eight..."

"uh...hey...um-" - "stop, stop, stop!" taesan shoves a palm in front of woonhak's face. "you really like this girl and you're about to ask her to be your girlfriend. this is something you've been waiting for your whole life and you start with...uh...hey?" the other boys laugh at his spot-on impression of their youngest, "c'mon woonhak, you know you can do better than that! here, i'll show you an example" jaehyun chimes in, asking sungho to stand in front of him. "pretend sungho is the girl, okay?" woonhak nods, watching closely like it were lesson worth half his semester grade.

"first, you want to get her alone, somewhere nice so that it's just the two of you. hey sungho, follow me..." jae begins, reaching a hand out for sungho to take. "then, you want to give her something that shows you care, say...a rose-" the guy is interrupted, "she prefers tulips though" woonhak states, making the others smile. "fine, then give her a tulip..." jaehyun continues, picking up a pen from the coffee table to use as a prop. "here, this is for you..." he says, handing the "flower" over to sungho who gasps comically, sending the group of guys into a fit of laughter.

"guys, shut up, this last part is the most important. you gotta remember this, woonhak"

the maknae nods, beginning to take mental notes. "you have to speak from your heart" woonhak's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "what do you mean?" leehan pats his back from beside him, "he means this is the point where you have to confess to her!" jaehyun nods, "yup! and we mean really confess. tell her how you feel, why you feel that way, really sell it to her" taesan butts in again, "you gotta show her that being with you is worthwhile" sungho agrees, "vulnerability helps! ask her to give you a chance, tell her how much she means to you" riwoo joins in finally, "and then, when she says yes, kiss her under the moonlight- for a bit of romance, of course"

woonhak sighs, taking all the information in. "if she says yes..." the older boys watched as doubt took over his complexion. "hey, don't say that!" jaehyun says, clicking his tongue. "yeah, bro...i know i keep calling you a loser and all, but that's just part of your charm- i mean, you're a nice guy, woonhak. and once you add our advice to the mix, she'll be yours in no time!" taesan's words are sincere, though his stoic expression said otherwise but that's just how he looks.

"if you say so..." the boy trails off, breathing deeply as he began to stand up again. "i have to go pick her up now...wish me luck, please" his hyungs shoot him big smiles, almost tearing up (jaehyun fully cried) at the sight of their youngest all grown up and ready to take on his first prom. making sure his tie was on straight and fixing the loose strands of his hair, they finally send him out the door, watching as he gets into the car and begins to drive away.

"goodluck, woonbaby! we love you!"

"fighting! go get her!"

"make hyung proud, woonhak!"

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'this is it woonhak...it's time to face her...and her parents...shit i completely forgot about her parents...fuck...well, don't just stand there, woonhak! ring the doorbell!'

ding dong!

the boy could hear a quiet rustling noise coming from behind the door. he waited patiently for an answer, fixing his posture and checking his reflection in the window in the meantime. he closes his eyes and takes a couple more deep breaths before the creak of an opening door brings him back to reality.

a man, who was the spitting image of his crush, stood before him, yn's dad. woonhak clears his throat before bowing slightly, "hello sir, my name is kim woonhak and i'm here to pick your daughter up for prom" the lack of answer freaks the boy out as he reaches a trembling hand out for the man to shake. "s...sir?" he squeaks out, voice raising by a couple octaves.

"honey, who is it at the door?" a sweet female voice breaks the awkward - and fearful - silence. "is that yn's date?" she asks before emerging from behind the man at the door. if woonhak thought yn's dad was the spitting image of her, well then her mom must've been her twin! "oh- uh, hello mrs ln, i'm woonhak! your daughter's date...i'm here to pick her up!" the boy stutters a bit but manages to finish his sentence. the tension in his body slowly began to exit out when the woman laughs happily, grabbing his shaking hand and inviting him right into their home.

"sorry about my husband, sweetie, he's just a bit of a hard-head and he just isn't quite set on the idea of his baby princess already going to her first prom! sorry if he gave you a hard time" mrs ln was kind, she spoke in a way that made the air-conditioned room start to get warm. "oh, not at all...you have a lovely home, by the way" woonhak started to feel comfortable, gratefully taking the cup of tea he was offered. "well aren't you just the sweetest, yn's still getting ready- you know how us girls are! i'm just gonna pop in up there and let her know you're waiting, okay?" the boy smiles as he nods, "thank you"

the next ten or so minutes felt like hours as the boy awkwardly tried to make small conversation with his date's dad in the living room. "so...uh...do you like baseball...sir?" he stutters as he makes eye contact with the framed baseball jersey that hung on one of the walls. mr ln nods, "yup, i dabble. do you?" his monotonous tone paired with his expression-less face made poor woonhak's heart beat out of his chest. "yeah...yeah i love baseball, used to be my biggest dream to be a baseball player" the man laughs, scaring the boy a bit, but he tries to play it cool. "a scrawny kid like you? baseball? right..." he wasn't gonna lie, that did hurt his ego a little, and if it weren't for the fact that he was the father of the girl he loved so much, kim woonhak would've lost it right then and there.

the sound of footsteps emerging from up the stairs interrupted the two guys from their conversation - if you can even call it that. "and now i present to you..." mrs ln begins, standing at the top of the steps. "princess yn!" she announced, a familiar giggle following as a figure appeared beside her. "mom! i told you to stop calling me that!"

there she was. woonhak's mouth fell agape as he got up from his seat, almost stumbling from the sight before him. she had on the prettiest dress, embellished with all kinds of tiny silver jewels. it hugged her body just right, her hair flowing off of her head so effortlessly, as if she just woke up like this. yn ln looked perfect, just...

"beautiful"

"you don't look too bad yourself" her honey-like voice shakes the boy out of his thoughts. "huh? oh! um, hey" the girl giggles, her nose scrunching in the process. "i like your dress" woonhak smiles, feeling nervous from the sudden close proximity; when did she get from the top of the stairs to standing right in front of him? "thanks, i like your tie- the red looks good with the suit" yn's compliment makes him blush and he makes a mental note to thank leehan later.

"oh, aren't you two just adorable? come here, let me get some pictures for facebook!" mrs ln beckons, tilting her head to direct the pair over to one side of the room. "okay...one more...and...done! aw, aren't they just lovely? right, honey?" mr ln grunts, "i guess so..." another tense silence submerges the space. yn clears her throat, "well! we'd love to stay and chat but i think woonhak and i should get going now!" her date nods, "mhm! yup! it was so nice meeting you guys, thank you for the tea and for letting me take your daughter to prom- it really means a lot" the man and woman nod along to the boy's words, "of course, sweetie. you two stay safe!" mrs ln speaks as she follows them out the door.

"we will! love you guys, i'll see you later! and dad? please stop staring at him like a psycho, thank you"

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"you good?" woonhak asks, watching as yn strapped her seatbelt on. she smiles sweetly, "mhm, are you? sorry my dad's such a weirdo" he laughs, finally starting to feel less nervous. "he called me a scrawny kid...what does that even mean?" she giggled, "well, that's dad for you...don't let it get to your head, hakie..." her usual nickname for him made his heart skip a few beats, "and if it's any consolation, i think you're perfect!...now let's go, i'm itching to get on the dance floor" woonhak tries to ignore the compliment, not wanting it to distract him from driving safely to their prom venue - aka their high-school gymnasium.

and off they went.

the drive didn't take much time at all, being that the ln household was only eight minutes away from the school. upon arriving, woonhak parks his car amongst the others in the lot. he gets out first, scrambling to make it to the passenger's side in time to open up the door for yn and help her down.

she giggles, beginning to step out of the vehicle as he takes her hand in his softly. "thank you. when did you get so gentlemanly?" the boy sticks his chest out with pride, "i kinda took a gentleman crash course before picking you up, honestly" yn laughs, "just for me?" woonhak wiggles his eyebrows before dramatically bowing, "all for you, princess yn" the girl playfully pushes him to the side, "you meeting my parents might've been the worst thing ever!" the boy rolls his eyes, "at least we got that out of the way, right?" she nods, "c'mon! party time!"

the prom was just like what they've always dreamed of. drunk on non-alcoholic beverages, people sweating their make-up off on the dance floor, and of course, sharing stupid smiles with their friends and their dates. as the time passed by the music went from ballads to clean versions of the latest pop releases, and the buffet of food prepared on every corner of the gym had slowly decreased. students were having the time of their lives, some had left to make-out in the hallways, other's had decided to leave the campus completely.

woonhak watches from beside the bowl of fruit punch as his date stuffed her face with all sorts of cheeses from the charcuterie board. how'd she look so cute just doing whatever? that can't be legal. somewhere amidst his staring, the boy felt a presence on his shoulders - or rather, he felt five very familiar presences on his shoulders.

"pssttt, woonhak!" the imaginary voice, that sounded eerily similar to myung jaehyun, calls. the boy's face contorts in confusion. huh? he thought before another voice spoke. "it's time! remember what we taught you!" that one sounded an awful lot like riwoo. "go shoot your shot, woohak! fighting!" a third voice that was a mix of leehan's and taesan's finished. before he could even gather any of his thoughts, an invisible force pushes him straight towards yn.

"hakie! you have to try this...it's gouda with herbs! i fucking love cheese...hey...you okay?" the last of her sentence came off worried, her eyebrows tilted upwards. "yeah...um...i think i just need some air, come with me to the football field?" the girl agrees without hesitating, grabbing one last slice of the creamy dairy concoction before beginning to walk towards the back exit of the gym. woonhak follows close behind, sneakily snatching one of the tulips from the vase at the very end of the buffet table.

step 1: get her alone...done.

"wow...the sun's setting already!" yn twirls around happily as they entered the empty field, the cool air hitting their skin and causing goosebumps to emerge. woonhak smiled, he always found himself smiling at her. "hey..." she called, starting to walk towards the boy. "you sure you okay?" he shakes his head but quickly switches to nodding, very rapidly. "mhm! yeah, i'm fine...uh...here!" he suddenly exclaims, pulling the stolen flower out from behind his back. she jumps in shock at the sudden gesture but giggles sweetly as she retrieves the single tulip.

"did you steal this from the buffet?" yn questions, sticking an eyebrow up jokingly. "um...no...?" woonhak lies, though the dumb grin on his face said otherwise. "well, thanks anyways...tulips are my favourite" she stares at the pink plant lovingly, finding it fascinating the way the setting sun began to illuminate against it's petals. "i know they are" they share another smile, and he watches as she tucks the flower into a loop on her dress, right by her hip.

step 2: a gift to show you care...done.

the first two steps to his hyungs' three step guide had been successful. the boy felt a little more confident now, just one last step left...the hardest of them all, it's time to confess.

"hey, hakie" - "hey, yn" the pair speak in unison, both abruptly pausing. "you first" they jinx again, laughing softly. "you first, hakie" yn says, to which woonhak nods. the boy takes a deep breath before taking one step closer to her, "yn..." he trails off, grabbing both her hands in his. his chest in pounding, he swears she could feel his heartbeat through his wrists. "what is it?" she asks, a tone of genuine worry laced within her words.

'speak from your heart...tell her how you really feel'

"listen yn, i like you. i like you a lot! you make me really happy and you make me laugh and sometimes you make me really really nervous" the girl's mouth opens to speak but he doesn't let her, not yet. "i think i've honestly liked you for like ever! i mean how could i not? you're awesome- er- i mean, you're amazing and cool and just ah! you're perfect and- wait, wait, let me finish first and then you can react" she giggles at the obvious excitement underlining his nerves, nodding and allowing him to speak. "and i know that i can be a huge loser sometimes, and totally un-cool, and i can't even be twenty percent sure that you like me in any way but..."

woonhak pauses to think - and to catch his breath.

'show her that being with you is worthwhile'

"yn, if you gave me a chance, i swear i will be the nicest guy you'll ever know - i mean, i'll treat you right and i'll cherish you with my whole heart literally for the rest of my life. yn, i...i love you and...i might melt and scream and cry if you ever felt even a smidgen this way for me..." the boy straightens his back up as he breathes in once more, "yn ln...would you...maybe, possibly...would you like to be my girlfriend?"

he didn't know when or how, but somewhere amidst his monologue-like confession his eyes had started to well up in tears, a single droplet slipping down his cheek. "you...you can react now, yn" the girl only smiles, letting go of one of his hands to graze her own against his face, wiping away that single tear.

"oh, hakie..." she prolongs, focusing on the way his lips quivered in hope and in slight fear. "first of all, you don't need to swear on anything! i know for a fact that you're the nicest guy in the whole world..." the expression on his face softens as her hand moves back to holding his. "you know, it would've saved you a lot of time if you had skipped the whole speech and just asked me straight-forward" he's confused now, his mind is all over the place and he can't seem to understand what's going on. "why...why's that?" he musters under his breath; his breath that only got heavier. "cause..."

"i'd love to be your girlfriend, loser"

the boy's eyes widened, was he hearing her right? was this really happening? finding the look on his face ever so amusing, yn breaks into a fit of loud and happy laughter. it felt as though a mass production of fireworks had just erupted around them and the empty field held the same warmth as the gymnasium that swarmed with people. the pair are frozen, she doesn't know what to do next and he's searching his brain for an answer.

'when she says yes, kiss her under the moonlight'

with his heart full and beating straight out of it's socket, woonhak uses light force to pull yn closer, pressing a passionate kiss on her lips. it takes a second for her to register the gesture, just a second before she had completely melted into the moment. the couple smiled into the kiss, letting out bashful giggles as they held each other tight - youthful and happy right under the moonlight.

"hey, what were you gonna say before? like- before you told me to talk first?" the boy spoke, their lips still in contact. "mmm...i don't know, it was probably not important, whatever...kiss me" he laughs, ridding of any extra space between them.

step 3: tell her how you really feel...done...and kiss her under the moonlight...ongoing.

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"and then the gym teacher caught us kissing on the field and told us not to so we decided to get in the car and end the night there and...yeah! that's it"

the five older boys cheered as their maknae recalled the fresh sequence of events. "well done, woonhak! i knew you had it in you" sungho says, patting the boy on his shoulder. "yeah, me too...i never doubted you for a second!" taesan followed, causing everyone to roll their eyes and sigh.

kim woonhak giggled almost manically, screaming as he flopped onto his back on the carpeted floor. "wah! i can't believe i'm officially dating the yn ln...pinch me, i must be dreaming!" - "don't actually pinch him, taesan"

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WAAAAA first loooooooongggg fic in a while!!! cant believe i actually finished this. i wrote for 4 hours straight lololol been thinking of this since MAMA so!!!!! hope u guys enjoyed it, ill try to write more soon. love, kona.

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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - The morning after their cozy night together, she and Kelvin spend their morning in a routine that feels all too familiar. But they cant say that they didn't enjoy every moment they spent together.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - fluff, cute ex's, third person, slight mentions of physical descriptions, whole lot of banter that might be a little confusing, I sort of lost the plot a little here.

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - This is a little shorter than I wanted it to be but I sort of had a block and how far I wanted this to go. This is an ‘xreader’ blurb but this story also ties along with another one I’m making and sort of hinting at within these chapters. So, prepare for more but also…give me time. UNEDITED, SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS! Also, be prepared for this series to follow Aaron Pierre as well.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭- 4,543+

The sound of camera clicks and flashes were loud as it filled the Hollywood street. Piles upon piles of photographers yelled at the people on the carpet, snapping directions at them while angling their cameras at the celebs that walked down the red Vanity Fair carpet.

“This way! To your right, tune to your right!”

“Let’s see the back of the dress!”

“This way, please!”

She turned every which way, smiling and posing for the cameras that be. Her sheer black dress with black rhinestones scattered around and dangling from the fabric, shined within the artificial light of the night. She had just turned around from the show the backless dress, showing off the fabric that hung low on her hips. So low that her dermal piercings were on display, the small diamonds sticking out of her the dimples she had just before her back met her plump bottom.

The cameras went into a flashing frenzy at the sight of her back, her large voluminous curls and her smooth skin pulling the look all together.

After turning back around, she began strategically stepping to the side, keeping her front in view of the camera so they didn’t catch her at any weird angles as she moved down the carpet. Just as she made it to the last stop before exciting, she heard the call of on of the photographers.

“What about your award?! No pictures?!” The guy shouted. The woman just offered an innocent shrug before letting out a small laugh and waving him off. “It’s not on me.” She called back, although not as loud as he did, not caring for her words to be heard, she just didn’t want to be rude and leave his question open ended. She went back to posing for the cameras again, just in time to feel a warm hand creep its way onto her bare back, mere seconds before she felt the warm and familiar body to her left surround her.

Her face instantly broke into a large grin, looking over at the man in the sleek and classic all black suit. His grin matched hers, his eyes looking around her face before falling onto her mauve lips that lured him in. His arm was tight around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. Their lips met in a quick but passionate kiss, the cameras flicking to catch the way his large hand laid directly over her back dimples while one of hers placed itself on his jaw. They pulled apart, looking each other in the eye for half a second before diving back in for another, ignoring the loud journalists.

She broke the kiss first, quitting her fight to stop a grin from appearing on her lips. Kelvin bit his plump bottom lip at the sight of her, giving her a quick once over with his low eyes before holding his free hand out. “I think this one’s for you.” He said. She looked down, just now paying attention to the two golden statues he held in one hand this whole time, his fingers wrapped oddly around the body’s of the naked statue.

“Why, thank you.” She said, taking the respective award from hand, her grin never faltering. She then looked back up at him, her eyes filled with adoration as she gazed at the dreamy man next to her. “But I already have my favorite award right next to me.” She said softly.

Kelvin’s admiring look turned to one of mock disgust, even thought he couldn’t fight the slight blush and the amused grin he still held. “Oh, girl, you’re cheesy.” He quipped.

“But you love me though, right? So it doesn’t matter?”

“Of course I love you. Till the damn wheels fall off, you know that.” He said firmly. “Now, hold that Oscar up and show off that ring I put on your finger, so we can head inside and see what food they have and then get the hell up out of here.” He said, not taking his eyes off her once.

“Okay.” She grinned, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him, softly fluttering her eyes-lashes. “You know it’s whatever you say.” She stated coyly before she turned back to face the cameras, giving her best smile with her award in her right hand, her other placed upon Kelvin’s back.

He let in a sharp breath through his teeth at her words, his hand around her hip tightening its grasp. “Ohh, I know that’s right.” He groaned out, smiling for the crazed cameras as the pair showed off their awards and posed like the happy couple they were. And she did what she was told, her hand wrapped around the Oscar and showing off the rock she had on her finger, knowing it would create buzz on the internet for weeks to come.

Everything then shifted, moving by in this quick blur of motion. As if life was passing on right before her eyes.

She didn’t question anything before she found herself in sitting in the grass. It was slightly damp under her weight, mainly because she was sitting sort of close to the water. A large lake spreader before her, glistening beautifully in the setting sun. The sky was a pretty pink, though clouds were scarce and that was her favorite thing to look at. But the sight was still delightful nonetheless.

Her gaze was trained on two swans on the lake before her. She’d been watching them for a while now, the pair doing their dance across the water, leaving ripples in their wake. She could hear the faint sound of laughter in the background, making her heart weigh full at the giggles.

She turned her head at the sound of a familiar laugh, it was rich and deep. The honey-layered tone reverberated through her mind like an echo. It was a sound she found comfort in, a sound she never wanted to forget. The sound played through her mind in her darkest moments, and she could practically see the large smile that was etched onto his face. The one she thought about turning to see whenever she lived in her highs.

So she looked over her shoulder, looking for the sound that pulled on her heartstrings. She could see she was now in the backyard of a large but exceptionally decorated home, with tons of family members walking about and enjoying themselves as they mingled. Her parents were sitting at a table with other adults around their age, screaming over a game of spades since the par was losing. She caught a glimpse of her eldest sister and her teenage niece, the woman rubbing the red lipstick off her lips as she reprimanded her for wearing such a risqué color at her age. Her cousin and family friends ran around as they played football and fetch with a dog. She even saw Nala sitting at the pool, her white pant legs rolled up as she kicked her feet around in the water. The brown-skinned woman held a hand above her sunglasses, blocking out the sun as she pointed and spoke to the man who stood behind the grill. Aaron just nodded at whatever she said, one hand handling the meat on the grill while the other held a small boy in his arms.

She could still hear the sound of the rich laughter, although it was now in chorus with another one, the giggle small but full of love and happiness. Before she could try to locate the joyous sound of her own, a call caught her attention.

"Momma!" Called from the other side of her.

Her head instinctively snapped over, catching sight of another small child who was no older than two. An adorable brown-skinned girl dressed in a little dress. Her cute brown coils were scattered all over her head. Her baby-smooth skin shone in the sun as she waved in her direction, clumsily waddling away from the man who stood behind her. She briefly squinted her eyes, tilting her head at the baby.

"Momma! Come play!" The little girl yelled, looking directly at her. The woman tilted her head again, still gazing at the beautiful little bundle. Before she could speak, the man behind the baby reached down, bringing the girl into his arms, tickling her sides a little on her way up. The baby giggled, showing her two teeth as she squirmed in the man's arm. He tossed her up, her giggles sounding throughout the yard, the only thing the woman could hear over the sound of everything else.

Once the baby girl was let down from her fun times in the air, she could now see the face of the man who held her. Kelvin's grin was large, smiling at his daughter, who tucked herself into his shoulder. His grin faded only slightly, now looking at her as well with nothing but pure love in his eyes. His smile softened in a way that made her chest tighten. "Come on. Don’t keep our baby girl waiting." He teased, holding his hand out towards her.

Her breath caught itself in her throat, her eyes jumping between the two pairs that stared at her. She blinked again and again, waiting for the sight of them to vanish. Kelvin, who still held his hand out in her direction from afar, raised his brows at her. "Come on now, baby. Me and the princess ain't got all day." He smirked, showing the perfect teeth she oddly held a lot of love for. "The fireworks are gonna start soon and you know neither of y'all can handle the noise." He stated as he used the arm he held the baby with to give her a small bounce.

Her laugh came out as breathy, heart's content at the family she created. She ran toward them, her white sundress flowing around her legs. She scooped their daughter into her arms from Kelvin's and placed an enormous kiss on her cheek, earning another burst of giggles. Kelvin beamed at the sight of them before bringing them both into her arms.

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She had woken up with that feeling of completeness still lingering in her chest—until she opened her eyes to find Kelvin kissing her awake in real life.

She stirred awake, a soft smile curving her lips as remnants of her dream lingered in her mind. She thought after such a dream, she would wake up in a cold sweat, terrified that her subconscious could even envision such a thing. She thought she'd be freaking out over the fact that, deep down, she'd never gotten over Kelvin. Who was her ex. Her ex that she just slept with, again.

But she knew it wasn't that simple. After years of grappling with...whatever she felt for Kelvin and how complicated those feelings were, this aching thought at the back of her mind was always there to remind her that she'd never forget him. That he would always be the one to lurk in her every thought.

And that dream only proved that. She could toss the dream up to the medication and her brain being induced with her little spout of illness. But then she'd just be lying to herself, knowing that even if their love never rekindled, she'd always think of the man who brought her in and showed her love that she'd never felt before.

The dream felt so vivid, so perfect, that waking up almost felt bittersweet. Her smile deepened when she realized why she was awake. She was lying on her back now, the feeling of his upper body on top of hers. Kelvin was peppering her face with light, tickling kisses. His lips brushed against her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and even her chin.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He murmured once she began stirring awake. He then began softly placing his kisses on her lips. His tone was warm, teasing, and completely disarming.

She let out a small giggle, her voice deep with sleepiness. "I'm sick and you're all up in my mouth, boy." She said, moving her hand up to push his face away from hers. her palm mashing itself into his nose. Kelvin let out an uncomfortable sound at the pressure of her hand, moving his head to shake off her grip. "Girl, you could be dead and I'd still be all up on that." He said before bringing his face closer to hers, his hands traveling down the side of her body, his grip tight on whatever he could hold on to.

They both paused at the same time after what he said, Kelvin lifting his face from her soft chest to see her giving him an arched brow.

"It sounded...better and cuter in my head," Kelvin mumbled.

"Yeah, I bet." She said disinterestedly.

"More romantic even, you know. Instead of fucking creepy."

"Yeah, you said that." She said, giving him a coy look. Kelvin turned his lip up at her, the pair just staring each other in the eye. He then suddenly jumped to start peppering kisses on her face, causing the girl to let out a small yelp and began squirming under the onslaught of affection. "Kelvin! What are you doing?"

"Making sure you wake up knowing how much I love that pretty face of yours, girl!" He said, his grin lighting up the room. He leaned back just slightly, his dark eyes studying her as if she were some masterpiece, like her face wasn't dry from just waking up, sick, and not doing her skincare last night. "You were smiling in your sleep, you know?" He stated before a large smirk made its way onto her face. "Were you dreaming of me?" He grinned slyly at her. She raised her brows at him, opening her mouth to speak but was cut off. "Oh, you don't have to tell me, darling, I already know. You can't resist me even if you tried." He bragged in his fake British accent. She just gave him a plain look, her lips pursed into an odd grin. It was silent between them for a moment, Kelvin's grin still apparent while she just started at him.

"It's too damn early for so many jokes, Kel. I'm getting overstimulated."

"It's 9:30am."

"Right, too damn early." She said, letting out a chortle before beginning to rise from the bed. Kelvin grinned, giving her cheek a quick peck before rising from the bed as well. "I ran you a bath." He stated, causing the woman in nothing but her underwear and her shirt to look over at him. "What?" She asked, blinking at what she thought she heard.

"I ran you a bath while you were sleeping." He said as he began to make his way around the bed, easing up on her in nothing but his underwear. He placed his hands on her waist, moving them under her shirt to rub them against her skin. "That's when I walked in and saw you all smiley. I just knew that you knew I ran you a nice bath." He said, causing the pair to both chuckle at his joke.

"Well thank you, baby." She said, stepping closer to him, her arms wrapping around his waist. She looked up at him through her lashes. "You're so good to me, Kel." She said with a small pout. He hummed at her words, stepping closer as his hands drifted down to the place he loved most, her ass. "Oh, don't I know it, baby girl." He said, his hands tightening around her cheeks, gripping the fat. "And I can show you how good I really am but this bath water's getting cold soon and we need to get to set. You know I hate a lukewarm bath." He stated before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto her lips. She hummed into the kiss, loving the feeling of Klevin's plump lips on hers. The kiss wasn't continuous, the pair pulling apart to only bring their lips back in seconds later. The pecks were steady, building up to something more.

She hummed into his mouth, pulling back to look up at him. "You hate a lukewarm bath?" She questioned. "What does my bath have to do with you?" Her question caused Kelvin to turn his lip at her, giving her that playfully annoyed look that she loved, looking effortlessly sexy. "You thought I ran that bath just for you?"

"You're getting in?" She quickly asked, her eyes subconsciously widening as she looked up at him.

"I've seen you naked before." Kelvin stated, giving her hips a reassuring squeeze once he saw the slight fear in her eyes. She gulped, her eyes moving from his face as she placed her hands on his chest, playing with the hairs that laid there. “Yeah, but that’s different.”

“Different how?”

“Different because…I don't know.” She mumbled.

"So you don't want me to bathe with you?" He asked, pulling back some to angle his head downward, trying to look into her eyes which were locked on his chest. His brows twitched in slight worry at her sudden shift of attitude, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with his advances.

She was quick to interject, wrapping her arms back around his torso and looking up into his eyes. "No, I didn't say that now, " She said, letting out a slightly nervous laugh. She was still feeling the effects of her dream weighing heavy on her mind, which had her mind racing every time she looked him in his eyes. His voice resounded like a steel drum as she thought over all she remembered from her desperately romantic subconscious. And his hands rubbing against her skin didn't help either, setting her heart ablaze.

Kelvin chuckled at her eagerness. "Okay, it's too damn early for you to be confusing me like this and the water is gonna get cold." He stated before turning with the woman in his grasp, leading her backward out of the door. She giggled, looking up at him as he led the pair all the way to the bathroom, putting all her trust in him that he wouldn't bump against a wall with her.

It didn't take them long before they were both in the bath, her bare back against his chest as they let the warm water soothe their muscles as bubbles floated around them. Kelvin had his arms draped around her waist, his fingers subconsciously rubbing against the soft pudge of her belly, his chin resting on her shoulder. They chatted about their usual topics, movies, other actors and just being plain out messy together. They were currently speaking on an old project of theirs, where they were just becoming acquainted and dealing with this oddly jealous set attending on set.

She always had this dd animosity towards her while Kelvin seemed to be her favorite person on earth. Before the pair of ex's even became friends, it was like she was lurking around every project the other was on. She was a friend of theirs for a while before shit hit the fan and they ultimately dropped her.

"You know I hate that bitch!" She said, her hand splashing in the water as she waved her finger. "And you always bring her up. Do you have something you want to tell me?" She asked him, turning her head to squint her eyes at him while Kelvin just chuckled. He just arched a brow at her with a lazy shrug, causing her face to become more serious as she crossed her arms over her naked chest and turned her torso to him more. "Excuse me?!" She asked.

Kelvin was quick to reiterate, tightening his arms around her waist to pull her back in. "No, no. It's not even like that." He said with a small laugh, pulling her in close. "I just bring that story up because I like the way you react."

"Pissed off and agitated?"

"No." Kelvin dragged out with a grin. "Jealous and agitated."

She smacked her lips at his words, turning her back to him while he began to press kisses against her wet shoulder. "Jealous and agitated? Is that what turns you on?"

"You in general turns me on." He stated with no hesitation. "But something about the way you get all possessive is sexy. Especially about me, it boots my ego." He smirked, looking down at the way she playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"You got issues, Kel." She said as she leaned her full weight into him, raising one of her legs out of the water to analyze her skin. Kelvin hummed against her skin. "And you love me and all my issues." He shrugged, one of his arms around her waist unlatching to place his hand over hers, swallowing it. He rubbed his fingers against her leg, watching as the soap suds slid down her body.

"Whatever Kelvin." She said. '"Speaking of issues, should I shave my legs?" She asked, moving the limb from side to side as she analyzed her leg hair in the dim lighting of the bathroom. Kelvin furrowed his brows at her. "Who are you shaving your legs for?" He asked sharply. She leaned her head back, looking up at him. "I need a reason to shave my legs?"

"You don't usually shave your legs for me."

"And how would you know that? I barely shave my legs as is. My leg hair is very fine."

"I've spent... a lot of time down there since we've known one another." He stated slyly, immediately being met with a soft elbow to his ribs as they both laughed.

"Now if you're gonna shave those legs, you better decide now because this water is getting cold and we gotta get to set." He said. She gasped at his words, quickly turning her head to look back at him. "I totally forgot that we had to go to set today! Damnit, should I have called in sick?" She asked him worriedly, her big eyes jumping between his.

"Do you still feel unwell?"

She paused, softly biting on her lip as she thought it over. She did feel better. Her headache was sort of mild, and mainly only there since she wasn't wearing her contacts. Her stuffed nose bridge was clear, making her able to breathe in the jasmine-scented bath. And the scratch at the back of her throat was no longer there.

"Well no." She mumbled. Kelvin nodded at that, his eyes analyzing her face. "Okay then. We're going to work." He grinned. "Together."

His words caused her to break out into a small smile, her teeth peeking between her lips at him, catching his attention. "Okay." She said softly before suddenly spinning around in the tub so she was now facing him. Kelvin arched a brow at her as she raised her leg again, placing her foot against his chest. Kelvin grinned, reaching up to grab a hold of her foot, rubbing his thumb into her arches as she leaned back against the other side of the tub.

"Shave my legs." She said. His brows raised again, looking at her in slight shock. "What?" He asked.

"Shave my legs." She said again. "If you think you're gonna be feeling all up on these legs, you best contribute, okay?" She quipped with a large grin. Kelvin laughed, his hands running all up and down her legs. "Okay, okay. I can do that." He said with a nod, biting his lips as his hands went lower and lower on her leg. She raised her brows at him, letting out a schoolgirl-type giggle at his running fingers. Kelvin laughed, looking her in the eye. "What, you thought a lil hair was gone scare me away? Girl you know I do this for real." He smirked. She cocked a brow at him, easing her leg away. "You've been shaving some other girl's legs?"

"No, I just know how to shave, period." He stated. "Now give me that damn leg." He said as he grabbed ahold of her leg and dragged her closer, causing her to let out a yelp of a laugh. And as they spent more than enough time in the bath, her mind kept drifting to her dream and how she could only hope that it would someday come true.

A little while later, She was in comfy clothes. After their soak, Kelvin ordered a breakfast spread to her doorstep, complete with fresh fruit, French toast, and her favorite coffee. They ate together, laughing about their plans for the day and sneaking bites from each other’s plates.

When it was time to go to set, they moved seamlessly together—Kelvin helping zip up her coat from the cold Atlanta winter and wrapping a loose scarf around her head. "Don't want to have you sick again. Because then I'm going to have to come back over and nurse you back to health." He smirked, looking down at her.

She smirked, rolling her eyes at him. "Boy, please."

"What? Don't pretend like I didn't come over here and work my magic on you, girl." He said before quickly bending down and offering her a quick peck on the lips. She scoffed, although she couldn't help the large smile she held on her face as they continued back and forth.

"And what magic was that exactly?" She asked, crossing her arms as she stood by her door, watching as he prepared himself with the clothes he had in his bag from last night, which made her raise a brow at how prepared he actually was when he came over.

He looked at her as he shrugged on his coat. "You know what magic, now." He smirked. "I gave you that act right." He said after buttoning his coat up. She rolled her eyes at him, her tongue poking at her cheek. "And now look at you, acting right. Feeling right, same thing." He said.

She only rolled her eyes at him again. She took a small over to him, grabbing a hold of the front of his coat. "Well, I'm just gonna tell you this now." She began, looking up at him, her eyes jumping between his eyes and lips, glasses of her dream still lingering in her mind. "We better get up out of this apartment so we can go to work before I have you work that magic on me some more." She stated, her voice low and sultry as she leaned closer and closer to his him.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked.

"Yeah." She whispered, her nose brushing against his. "I'm starting to feel a little under the weather by the second, Dr.Harrison." She said. Kelvin hummed, leaning forward. "I got the perfect remedy for that, don't you worry." He said before placing his lips on hers. She smiled against his lips before pulling back, knowing she could get caught up in his charm. "Mnhmn, we gotta go." She said as she pulled away and began to step out of the door. Kelvin let out a small groan, picking up both of their bags as she headed out of the door. "You can't rile someone up like that before leaving. That's torture."

"Get used to it and lock my door boy." She said, looking back at him with all their things in his hands, pulling out his keys to lock her door. She couldn’t fight the find grin she had, that same domestic feeling from her dreams spreading through her heart. Even though as long as she’d known him, and she felt as though she’d always had that feeling for him, now it was different. Now it felt like everything was meant to be. That there was this plan to look forward to.

And now, things weren’t exactly clear between them and where their situation-ship stood, but it felt right in the moment and she didn’t want to ruin that by telling him her dream. So she kept it to herself, living on the cloud of what that feeling brought her.

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middle of the night , a.s

synopsis - the one where anakin got so crossfaded at a party one night that he had to text you to take him back to the apartment he shared with your older brother, but somehow ended up at yours.

pairings - anakin skywalker x fem!reader (modern au)

warnings - mentions of alcohol and weed use , anakin being a hater , protective anakin , kinda possessive anakin , mentions ani having naughty thoughts , whiny anakin , cute til it AINT , inexperienced reader , titty sucking , oral (f receiving) , praise kink and degradation kink , fingering , p in v sex , kinda clothed sex?? (anakin doesn't take his pants off all the way) , poorly written smut

w/c - 5.9k (WOW.)

a/n - negl I got sloppy af at the end cuz idk how to properly write smut!!! this is an alternate ending to a prompt in my bbf!anakin post. also for my sake please ignore any spelling or punctuation errors lmfao. anyways, enjoy! <33

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You had just gotten out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel, when your phone vibrated from its spot on your bed. You didn't bother looking, assuming it was someone posting to their story or a notification from a dumb game you downloaded and haven't played before (yet still wouldn't delete it.)

You dried off then got dressed, slipping into a black tank top and a pair of shorts. Your phone vibrated a few more times, so you grabbed it as you made your way back into your bathroom to brush your teeth. All of the notifications were from Anakin, who rarely texted you. You unlocked your phone and read all of the texts, a few consisting of a bunch of gibberish and another that had an almost fully readable text.

'csn you come oick me up? ill sendn yoy my location' It read, making you let out a small laugh as you brushed your teeth. Anakin obviously wasn't sober, you could tell because on the rare occasion that he did text you, it was nowhere close to like this. You then got a notification, that being his live location. He was serious?

He was about ten minutes away, but with it being night and there being few cars on the road, you could get there in five. If you were an experienced driver, that is. Anakin knew that you weren't a very good driver, he had been in your car with you driving it enough times to know. Yet he still decided to text you instead of your brother, who's literally his roommate.

You texted him back, telling him that you'd be there in ten minutes before shoving your phone into your pocket. You quickly finished brushing your teeth then rushed around your apartment. You grabbed your keys, your wallet just in case, and bottle of water from your fridge for Anakin, then put on some slippers and exited your apartment.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, making you grab it and read whatever Anakin had sent you this time. It read, 'pelase hurry therws a rsndom girl grindikg on me right jow'. You smiled at his bluntness before rushing down to your car, texting him a quick 'omw rn ani' as you started your car and began driving to Anakin's location.

It didn't surprise you as much as it should have that Anakin texted you, there was obviously a reason, and most were guessable. He probably knew your brother was asleep and didn't want to burden him, and as someone who has had to live with your older brother for years, you knew that he probably would have gone back to bed and forgot about Anakin.

You never expected brother's best friend would be texting you and asking you to come pick him up from a random party. Although, Anakin has contacted you on worse terms.

Anakin didn't know why he texted you of all people, but for some odd reason it felt so right. Although you're his best friends little sister, he never really thought of you as a friend or sister figure. Anakin always thought you were cute, and you were just the sibling of one of his friends. He had plenty of friends with little sisters and brothers, so why were you so different?

Maybe it was because you were the sibling of his best friend, not just one of his friends that he only talked to on campus. Maybe it was because you actually talked to him and payed attention to him, and you guys were somewhat friends (seeing as you went through middle and high school together, now college).

Anakin never really paid attention to you throughout middle school or the beginning of high school. He saw you basically every day when he would hang out with your brother, stayed the night at your house more times than he can count, and never had any weird or inappropriate thoughts about you. But when you started... developing, you were pretty hard to ignore.

To Anakin's hormonal teenage mind, developing was the only word he could use to describe you. Anakin had always seen and treated you like a child, so why was he suddenly having these filthy thoughts about you? He never acted on them, he would have been too guilty to ever face you again if he did. The biggest problem Anakin had with his thoughts was knowing that he wasn't the only one thinking of you that way.

Anakin had the privilege of being your older brothers closest, most trustworthy friend. Anytime you wanted to introduce a new boyfriend to your brother, he brought along Anakin. "Me and Anakin were hanging out already so I decided to bring him with me, hope that's alright." Most of the time that actually was the case, but Anakin soon found out that your brother just needed a secondhand opinion.

Anakin didn't think the way the guy looked at you was appropriate? Your brother took it into consideration. Anakin thought he was sketchy? Your brother would hear all about it. Anakin thought he was a bad influence? Your brother was convincing you to break up with the guy. Sometimes Anakin said nice things, then proceeded to spread a fake rumor about the guy just so it would get to you and your brother.

On top of that, Anakin started getting more protective over you. For example; Anakin stayed the night one weekend and him and your brother decided to drive up to the store and buy some snacks because there were none for them to eat. Your brother knew you were staying up late to study for an upcoming test, and asked Anakin if it was alright if you go too, assuming you needed a break. Anakin shrugged and your brother knocked before he opened your door.

You were wearing headphones so you hadn't heard him say your name the first time, so your brother walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder, making you take them off and turn to look at you. "N/N, me and Anakin are gonna go get some snacks. You need a break, so you're gonna go with us." You gave him a nod before locking eyes with Anakin, who was leaning against your doorframe. You looked away as you got out of the office chair that you were sitting in to grab your slippers and phone.

When you were at the store, your brother had wandered off to find a certain snack, leaving you and Anakin alone. You were trying to figure out which Doritos flavor you wanted, and Anakin was observing you as you contemplated. It felt like he blinked and suddenly you were getting talked to by a random guy. You looked uncomfortable, looking around for a moment until your eyes landed on Anakin, who was glaring at the guy.

"Excuse me, I think my boyfriend just said my name." You awkwardly said as you stepped towards Anakin. His eyes practically lit up at the word boyfriend, but decided to brush it off and play the part for your sake. Anakin gave him a small smile before placing his hand on the small of your back, slightly worried that if he put his hand anywhere else he would go crazy. When you both turned around, your brother turned the corner with a couple snacks and three drinks, and Anakin gave him a look before glancing at the guy who was about two meters away.

Your brother was trying to figure out why Anakin was touching you, but before he could say something he put two and two together and brushed it off. He walked towards you both and handed you your drinks before gripping your shoulder, walking on the other side of you. When the three of you walked past the man, he muttered something under his breath that you couldn't hear.

Obviously Anakin and your brother heard what he said, or else they wouldn't have turned their heads in sync. "What the fuck did you just say?" Your brother said, the hand on your shoulder tightening just slightly. "I called her a slut." The guy said louder. Needless to say, you all got kicked out because Anakin decided to punch the guy. You guys ended up getting take-out.

To put it plainly, Anakin didn't exactly like seeing you with other guys, and hated it when he heard anybody call you anything less than perfect. Another problem, was that Anakin knew exactly why.

The reason you were so different, the reason he defended you so often, and the reason he texted you, was because Anakin Skywalker was in love with you.

You had been waiting outside for a good five minutes before there was a knock on the window of your car. You let out a breath and unlocked the door. When you assumed Anakin wasn't sober, you didn't think it would be this bad. As soon as he opened the door to your car and sat down, you could smell the alcohol and weed on him.

"Anakin you actually stink—" You said, resisting the urge to cover your nose at the smell. "I'll take off my shirt?" He offered before beginning to take off the black t-shirt he was wearing. Even under the influence he was still a sweetheart to you. "No- No, Ani it's fine, I'll just roll down the windows." You said, placing your hand on Anakin's chest to halt his movements as you started driving. You rolled down both of your windows slightly.

There was music quietly playing, and as Anakin reached to turn it up, you swatted his hand. "Rude.." He mumbled before folding his arms across his chest. "Why did you text me, Ani?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the road, "Because I knew you would be a good girl and not say a thing about this." He slightly slurred. You felt yourself shudder at Anakin calling you a 'good girl'.

You felt his burning gaze, and you so badly wanted to look back at him just to see the look in his bloodshot eyes, but you decided against it. "You don't know that." You said with a curt laugh. "I don't? Really? Because I vividly remember that one time you came to me and-" Anakin started, "What a coincidence! I need gas!" You said, cutting off Anakin and pulling into a gas station.

Anakin let out a huff, "Can I trust you to pump my gas while I go in and pay?" You questioned as you parked the car, glancing at Anakin. "Yes ma'am." He said in a serious manner, making you let out a small laugh. "Half a tank is fine." You said as you both got out the car. Anakin went to grab the gas pump whilst you walked into the sketchy gas station and paid for your gas.

"Thanks!" You smiled as you walked out of the building. Almost as soon as you stepped out of the gas station, you ran into someone. "Oh- I'm sorry," You said, backing up a little and glancing at the person in front of you. "No worries, it's my bad. Sorry if this sounds weird, but you're really pretty." He said, looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on your cleavage for a second too long.

You glanced over at your car to see Anakin leaning against it with crossed arms, staring right back at you. "Thank you so much, I appreciate it!" You grinned, "Can I have your number?" He asked bluntly, "Oh, I don't think.." You started, but you were cut off at the shout of your name. You looked over and Anakin was now glaring daggers at the guy in front of you. "I don't think that'll be necessary, thank you though!" You said with a soft smile as you made your way back to your car.

"Under better circumstances I would have thanked you for that, Ani." You said with a sarcastic smile as you both got back into the car. "Oh! I almost forgot that I brought you a water." You said as you grabbed the slightly cold water from the cupholder and handed it to him. "Thanks, you're an angel." Anakin said as he placed a hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze as he grabbed the water and chugged at least half of it.

You wanted to give him a reaction, but decided to keep driving and ignore it. He wasn't sober, so he most definitely wasn't thinking straight. "Can we go to your place instead? Its closer." Anakin said almost out of nowhere. "Why would you want to go to my place? You don't live with me?" You asked, glancing at him to see him already looking at you. "Because yours is closer." He said with a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

"But-" You began, "Please?" Anakin said with the smallest whine. Curse him and his dumb pretty voice. "I-" You hesitated, and the look in Anakin's eyes wasn't making this any easier for you. "Okay." You sighed, as you turned the car to the street your apartment complex was on. "But ill have you know that you are not staying the night, just until you're sober enough." You said as you parked your car in your usual parking spot. Anakin let out a breath, content with your answer.

You lived on the fifth floor of the complex, and the elevator just so happened to be out of order, so it was a hassle getting an unbalanced Anakin up the stairs to your apartment. From an outside point of view, it probably looked like both of you were high. Anakin kept cracking jokes, and every time you laughed he added onto it to make you laugh even harder. So by the time you were at the top of the stairwell, you were out of breath from both the laughing and the walking.

"Anakin that's the wrong way," You laughed as Anakin walked towards the wrong door. You heard him mumble a few curse words before turning around and making his way back towards you. You unlocked the door to your apartment and walked inside, allowing Anakin to shut and lock the door behind him. "Cozy." Anakin said as he walked into your room and plopped down onto your bed. "Excuse you-"

"Y/N," Anakin cut you off as he kicked off his shoes, you hummed in response. "Do you remember last summer?" He asked, watching intently as you make your way throughout your room. "What about it?" You said, your voice turning a bit soft at the thought. You sat on your bed, leaning against the headboard with your legs crossed. "You remember how I went on vacation with your family?" Anakin said, rolling over to lay on his stomach to look at you.

"Yes.. where are you going with this Ani?" You said, tilting your head at the man in front of you. "Just- listen. You remember that guy you met at the beach, right? And you remember why I ended up beating the shit out of him the day before we left?" Anakin said as his blue eyes bored into your E/C ones. "No, nobody ever ended up telling me why." You said with a laugh as you gazed back at Anakin. "Do you want to know why?" He asked with a small smile, "Quit teasing, I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to know!" You said, extending your leg to kick his shoulder. "Full story, or just a quick summary?" Anakin joked. He knew you, he knew that you wanted the full story. You scoffed at his words and looked at him expectantly.

"I don't remember why, but we ended up walking with each other along the beach while you and your brother were playing around in the water not too far away. We had been talking about.. you, and then he brought me up. He asked what I was to you," Anakin explained, his brows scrunching every few words. "I told him, 'I'm just her older brothers best friend. Sometimes she likes me, sometimes she doesn't'." He said as he ran his hand along your bare calf. You scoffed, "That is such a lie! At first I didn't like you that much, but I always thought of you as a friend!" You said, Anakin frowned slightly at your words.

"Anyways- He said, 'Then you wouldn't mind if I bent her over in that pretty little two piece and fucked her?'. I stopped walking and looked at him. He didn't even notice I paused until I turned him around and punched him in the face," Anakin said with a small, prideful smile. "You wanna know what he said after I hit him a few times? He said, 'I guess you would mind, wouldn't you?'." Anakin said with a curt laugh. "Would you have minded?" You asked sincerely, making Anakin look at you from his spot on the bed. "Do you want the truth?" Anakin asked, tilting his head a bit. You bit your lip and nodded at him, signaling for him to keep talking.

"Yes, I would have." Anakin said as he sat up. "I never told your brother that story, you know? The only person who knows why is the guy." You laughed at his words. "I'm gonna go get a bottle of water, do you want one?" You said, as you got up from your bed, he nodded as you ruffled his hair and walked out of your room. When you left, Anakin was finally able to let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding in. Your home smelled so much like you, and that scent made Anakin want to go absolutely feral.

Anakin adjusted his position on your bed, now laying down on his side whilst facing the door. "You made yourself comfy." You grinned as you walked back into the room, handing Anakin his water as you took a couple drinks of yours. "Thanks." He muttered as he took a drink of the water. You sat down, your back now against the backboard of your bed. "You still smell like weed." You mumbled as you gave Anakin a soft smile. Anakin didn't smile back, he just looked at you. His once bloodshot eyes were now their usual blue.

One thing you had always noticed about Anakin, was how intense his gaze was. He held eye contact like it would be his last time ever making it, and it made him all the more attractive. Not only was Anakin's stare intense, he was too. If he wasn't a long time friend of yours, you probably would've been scared of him. You had always had a subtle crush on Anakin, but him being your brothers friend always made it rather hard to show your attraction. Anakin was making you nervous with only his eyes.

You cleared your throat, "Why would you have cared?" You asked as you played with the drawstrings on your shorts. "You are so... Is it not obvious by now?" Anakin said as he grabbed your wrist, then sitting up and copying your position. You let out a small gasp, your mouth parting slightly. Anakin saw a chance, and he took it. He leaned in and your lips connected, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back for a moment before realizing that Anakin might've not been sober.

Almost out of instinct, you pulled away. Anakin leaned towards you more, seemingly chasing your lips. You placed a hand on his rock hard chest and softly pushed him away. "Ani.." You muttered, giving him a nervous smile. "Anakin you're not-" You began, but he quickly cut you off. "Y/N, I've been sober for the past twenty minutes. Please just let me taste you." He pleaded lightly, making you curse under your breath before smashing your lips back against his, careful not to hit his teeth with yours.

Anakin put his hands on your hips and moved you on top of him so that you were straddling him, catching you by surprise. Your lips parted and Anakin took this as an invitation, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

One part of you wanted to pull away and tell him how wrong this was, tell him that this was a bad decision and that he needs to go home. The other part of you knows how good this is making you feel, and you can't seem to stop.

Anakin cupped your face with one hand and tugged at your top with the other. He pulled away slightly, a thin string of saliva going with him. "Can I touch you?" Anakin asked, the hand that was once tugging at your shirt now resting on your waist. "Please," You pleaded as you went to kiss him again. He let out a breathy chuckle and sloppily attached his wet lips to yours.

Anakin's hot tongue in your mouth and his wandering hands were getting you all different kinds of worked up. His rough hand made its way up your shirt. You squirmed at both the foreign feeling and how cold his hands were. His hand reached your left breast, and he gave it a light squeeze. "Take your shirt off." Anakin breathily demanded as he pulled away from the kiss. You stared at him for a moment, obviously hesitant to show yourself to him. "You don't have to-" He started before you abruptly stopped him. You took his free hand and covered his eyes with it, "Don't look." You muttered as you took your hand away from his.

You took your tank top off before self-consciously attempting to cover yourself with your arms. Anakin has seen your body multiple times, just in a less.. inappropriate manner. You didn't know if you really wanted him to see you uncovered fully. You gave him a look when he peeked slightly. He saw that you noticed, and decided to take his hand away from his face and reach towards you.

"Ani.." You muttered, your face heating up as Anakin rubbed your arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but right before any words could come out you adjusted your position on his lap, making him let out a moan instead. That has to be the sexiest thing you've heard in your entire life. "Don't use that nickname on me while we're like this." He mumbled, slightly embarrassed at the noise he just let slip. You could feel his hard straining against his sweatpants, poking right at your clothed, throbbing core.

"I took off my shirt, that means you have to take off yours." You hummed, though your voice came out more demanding than expected. Anakin stopped rubbing your arm and took off his shirt in one swift motion before tossing it to the side. Anakin was fit, he always had been. This just made him all the more attractive to you. You wanted to touch him, too, but you were self conscious and didn't want to uncover yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Anakin touching your arm, "Can i?" He asked, referring to the arms you had tightly wrapped around yourself. You looked at him for a few moments before nodding slowly. You loosened your hold around yourself, as if that would've stopped him anyway. Anakin took your hands and moved them down to his toned chest, being sure to run them across his toned abs and v-line.

You could feel yourself heating up at the action, seeing as you had never touched anybody in such a way before. You completely ignored the fact that Anakin was definitely staring at your tits right now, but you couldn't find it in you to care. All you could focus on was what was gonna happen in a few moments, and how you were gonna keep this from your older brother.

Anakin leaned forward and attached his lips to your neck, sucking and licking at random spots. "Don't worry about your brother, if he finds out I'll take care of it." Anakin muttered into your neck. "Okay," You gasped as Anakin softly bit down on your shoulder.

You were even more surprised when Anakin decided to trail down to your breasts and take one into his mouth. He wrapped an arm tightly around your waist and secured you in place, then used his free hand to fondle your other boob.

The small moans you let out were like music to Anakin's ears, and if it were up to him he would bust then and there at the sound of you. He took your breast out of his mouth and planted a kiss on your nipple, then did the same to your other. "Such pretty tits.." He mumbled into the skin between your breasts. "All mine, y' hear me? All mine." Anakin said as he flipped you over and pinned you to the mattress, making you let out a yelp.

Anakin kissed and licked at your torso, sucking on the skin as he worked his way down. He inched closer to the waistband of your shorts at an excruciatingly slow pace, making the knot in your tighten more and more. "Ani, please just touch me already!" You pleaded, making him look up at you through his lashes. "Touch you where, sweet girl?" He teased as he tugged at your waistband, making you rub your legs together. "You know where," You whined as you ran your hands through Anakin's already tangled hair.

He cursed under his breath before pulling down your shorts. Saying you were wet would be an understatement. "You always get this wet when a man touches you, or am I special?" Anakin said as he ran two fingers down the cloth, making you let out a loud moan at the contact. "I-I've never had.." You trailed off, closing your legs and covering your body out of embarrassment. Anakin let out a hum, "I guess I'm special, then." He grinned as he placed his hands on your thighs and parted them for himself once again.

"Can practically smell you baby," He groaned as he literally ripped the panties from your body. "Those were expensive!" You whined as he tossed them to the side. "Such a pretty pussy, all wet jus' for me.." Anakin muttered as he ran a few fingers along your sopping cunt. "Anakin!" You moaned in an irritated voice, still upset that he ripped one of your favorite pairs of underwear. "Fuck- I'll buy you a new pair, whatever you want." He said whilst grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, giving him perfect access.

Anakin placed a soft kiss on your pussy before licking up from your throbbing hole to your sensitive bud. You let out a whimper at his actions, "Taste so sweet," He mumbled before he practically attacked your cunt, licking and slurping up all your juices like a man starved.

That unfamiliar knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter with every moan you let out. "An– Anakin!" You loudly moaned without a care in the world. He hummed into your pussy, knowing you had to be getting close. You started babbling nonsense as you roughly grabbed Anakin's long hair and shoved his face further in between your legs.

"Think 'm gonna—" You started before cutting yourself off with the most beautiful moan Anakin's ever heard. Although you were twitching and jolting against him, Anakin didn't stop his advances and even shoved two fingers inside you. Your back was arched off of your bed, Anakin's face and fingers were buried deep in your cunt, and your sheets were most definitely not coming back from this.

Your hips jolted and grinded against his face in a useless attempt to get him further into you, not caring at all if he was suffocating between your legs. Your moans slowly got more drawn out and louder, signalling that you were about to cum again.

Anakin knew you were probably overstimulated but all he could think about was how good you taste on his tongue and how much he wants to stuff you full of his cum. After wetting Anakin's face even more for the second time, he stopped eating you out for your own good. He could probably go all day if you wanted him to.

He wiped his face off with his hand, being sure to lick anything excess off of his skin before wrapping your legs around his waist and giving you a sloppy kiss. "You taste so good." Anakin quietly said into your mouth. You couldn't tell if he was talking about your mouth or your pussy.

"Wan' you inside me, Ani." You whimpered as Anakin placed more kisses along your jawline, "Might be too big for you baby, not sure if you could take me." He muttered into your neck, a cocky smile on his face. "I can take you. Promise I can— Jus' want you in me.." You said, as you brought your hand to his crotch. Though before you could touch the tent on his sweatpants, he grabbed your wrist and pinned both your hands behind your head.

Anakin gave you a boyish grin, making you pout slightly. "Gonna have to warm you up first." He said as he let go of your wrists and brought a hand to your hip, seemingly holding you in place. He brought his other hand back down to your throbbing pussy, and inserted two fingers.

You moaned at this action, surprised that he didn't even try to see how you reacted to one. You're a virgin, that much is obvious. You've probably never been touched in such a way by another person, and even if you have you probably declined any advances because you were scared of losing your dignity. From the way you react to his fingers, you've probably touched yourself a few times before, you just weren't used to hands his size. Needless to say, you were everything Anakin assumed you would be. Your innocence is turning him on a bit too much.

Anakin started off slowly, he'd already made you cum twice, and he didn't want to overwork you. "A-Ani, faster—" You moaned out as his two fingers popped in and out of you. He gave you a cocky smirk before increasing his pace and harshness. He would come out softly then shove his fingers back into you just to hear the pretty noises you let out when he did. "Anakin, 'm gonna cum!" You moaned, as you bucked your hips into his fingers.

You let out a moan as he put another finger inside you, somehow fitting three of his long fingers inside your tight hole. "C'mon baby, y'know I won't hold you back." Anakin said as he leaned over, whispering his words into your ear. Your eyes slightly rolled back into your head as you came all over his long fingers. "What a slut, all that just over my fingers?" Anakin said as he licked his hands clean of your juices. "You taste so good though." He said as he kissed your cheek.

You whimpered as you rubbed your legs together, giving him a look. "Use your words." He teased, that cocky smile on his face once again. You let out an annoyed hum, "You know what I want!" You were starting to get impatient. "What's the magic word, pretty girl?" He asked, giving you another one of his boyish grins. "Please, Ani." You pleaded, making Anakin smile at you.

He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees, not caring enough to take them all the way off. His cock practically leaped out of his pants, and the first thought that popped inside your head was 'What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.'

That actually looks heavy. You thought to yourself as you actually got a good look at his dick. Anakin wasted no time grabbing his cock and spreading the precum that was leaking from the tip all over his base as some sort of lubrication. He let out a curse or two as he dragged the tip from your sensitive clit to your dripping hole.

Anakin was definitely not thinking about all the ways he could get you pregnant right now. Definitely not. "Stop teasing and fuck me already, Anakin." You moaned out as you stared at his length. He let out a chuckle, making you look at his face. The moan you let out when he shoved the whole thing inside you was probably the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Your neighbors are gonna be so mad.

"Can I move?" He asked gently, placing both of his hands on your hips. "Fuck— Y-Yes, please, yes-" You let out as your back arched off the bed. Anakin let out a satisfied hum before slowly moving. He'd pull out, making you feel empty for a few moments and then slowly insert his length back into you, filling you up again.

"Faster, Ani-" You moaned, making him fasten his pace. Your toes were curled and your back was arched and your fingers were harshly digging into your mattress and sheets. He slowly but surely started ramming into you, and after just a few thrusts he had your g-spot memorized.

"Fuck, Ani-" You whined as he paused for a moment to wrap your legs around his waist again. With no words, he immediately began ramming into you again. His thrusts were making your entire room shake and the way your bedframe and backboard hit the wall, you almost felt like it would break any second.

There were tears in your eyes and they were wetting your pillow. For a moment Anakin couldn't tell if you were hurting or if it was pleasure. "'m sorry baby, am I hurtin' you?" He asked as he slowed down his thrusts. "Mmh- no! Keep goin' Ani 'm so close—" You whined out as you gripped his shoulders.

The knot in your stomach was slowly getting tighter and tighter and you knew that any second you could come all over his cock. "Harder, Ani!" You moaned out, making Anakin grin for the hundredth time tonight.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, "Wanna cum inside you, fill you with my babies." Anakin said as he pulled your body down onto him. "Wan' you to fill me up Ani, please!" You whined, the both of you knew that you would probably just buy birth control the next morning.

Before the two of you knew it you were both cumming in sync. Anakin filled you up, and when he pulled out he could see the mix of your juices and his leaking into the sheets. He gently dropped your legs onto the mattress before shuffling back to pull his boxers and sweatpants back up.

You were incredibly tired and your throat hurt from all the moaning and screaming. You looked so pretty like this. Anakin thought as he grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor. You quietly said something about your sheets and Anakin dismissed you. "We can take care of your sheets in the morning baby, but right now I need to clean you up." Anakin muttered as he took his shirt and wiped your wet tears from your face before wiping up the mess you two had made between your legs. He gently wiped you down with his shirt, not caring that it was probably ruined.

"I have towels, Ani." You tiredly said before you muttered an apology for not telling him to grab one instead of his shirt. "It's okay, I don't care if it's you." He said under his breath, assuming his words were a bit too intimate to say loud enough for you to hear. "Y'know, I love you." You muttered before drifting asleep.

"I love you too."

© AAJXS

[mrscarpenter]

“We were always meant to burn together.”

Summary: Daemon hasn’t seen his niece in a decade, and drama unfolds on driftmark.

Includes/warnings: hightower!reader, aegons twin. this is probably horribly written so thats a warning in itself, not proof read but i believe Y/N has been used on multiple occasions. Did not give reader a description other than female & lilac eyes. There is an age gap in this (reader is 15 and daemon is whatever his canon age was in that time. My memory is awful) like i said, not proof read, if you see any spelling errors feel free to point them out! If i missed any warnings, please lmk :)

🪐notes: its been a while since i’ve seen season 1 so please ignore any timeline mistakes. Daemyra does not exist in this. :)

Daemon hadn’t seen you in ten years, ten whole years. In his mind you were still that five years old little princess, cheerful and trusting, unlike your mother. Alicent Hightower. Daemon hated that entire Hightower-Targaryen bunch, but never you, he could see you weren’t like them. But he never spent much time with you, opting to steer clear of you so your mother wouldn’t rotten your mind like she did the rest. But now, you were five and ten. Standing next to your uncle, Gwayne Hightower, whom you had spent all those years with in Oldtown.

Daemon couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off you, which is odd because it used to be Rhaenyra who drew his attention like a moth to a flame. The first time he’s seen you in ten years, and its at his late wife’s funeral, lady Laena Velaryon. He wondered about you, did you know valyrian? Did your dragon egg hatch? Were you still that same girl?

You avoided his gaze, but it made you nervous nonetheless. You weren’t close with Laena, but it still saddened when you heard of her death. As boring as Oldtown was, it meant you didn’t have to be wed to anyone. After hearing of the late Queen Aemma, and now Laena, you hoped you’d never have to experience childbirth. It deeply frightened you.

Shaking off your thoughts and daemons lingering gaze, you decided to focus back on Ser Vaemond, Laena's uncle and Lord Corlys's brother, as he spoke.

"Tubī Velario Lentro Ābrāzme Laene iēdrarta mōrqittot, māzīlarē tubirri Elēdrion ziry umīsilza luo dāriot, hannagon Embrurliot gierūlti.” We join today at the Seat of the Sea to commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon to the eternal waters, the dominion of the Merling King, where He will guard her for all days to come.

Among the other mourners, your family also sailed to driftmark to attend the funeral. You allowed your gaze to shift to them for a moment, your eyes landing on your father, King Viserys Targaryen, next your mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and then your siblings. Your younger sister, Helaena. Your younger brother Aemond, who like you, was without dragon. And your twin brother, who couldn’t be more different from you, Aegon. When you noticed Aegon snap his gaze towards you, you quickly looked away, focusing on someone else. Your half-sister, Rhaenyra.

You kept the most contact with her, unlike your mother, Rhaenyra always answered your letters. Updating you on everything that happened in the red keep, and on her family. But Rhaenyra’s gaze wasn’t on you, it was on Alicent.

You took her from the only home she's ever known, Rhaenyra thought bitterly, her throat tightened. You took her away from everyone, From Daemon, From Corlys, from Laenor... from me. But I won't let you deprive us of her like you did before. Not if I have anything to say about it.

Vaemond, while delivering the eulogy, could not resist looking at Rhaenyra's alleged sons with Laena's brother Laenor – Prince Jacaerys, Prince Lucerys, and the baby Prince Joffrey. The elder Velaryon knight felt his blood boil and his face twisted in a scowling disgust at the lack of resemblance to Laenor, they looked nothing like him. "Velario ānogro rȳ lopor ojāris.” Salt courses through Velaryon blood. he continues. "Īlvo qumblī iāris. Īlvo drējī iāris. Se dōrī vajiñagon īlvo bēvilis.” Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin.

While Daemon is somewhat somber at his late wife's death, he cannot help but start giggling at Vaemond's pettiness in bringing this up now of all times. You, meanwhile, glanced briefly at your uncle, hearing his giggle. Corlys and Rhaenys also noticed the apparent disrespectful behavior during their daughter's funeral.

"Talus mandus ñuhus. Inkoso kostōbāpis aōhis jelmīs sagon, gīso lykāpas aōhas embis, se prūmȳsa lēdāpas aōhas manengīs. Hen embār masti. Va embrot āmāzīli.” My gentle niece. May your winds be as strong as your back, your seas be as calm as your spirit, and your nets be as full as your heart. From the sea we came. To the sea we shall return.

Gripping the ropes tightly, the Velaryon men-at-arms began gently pulling backward to slide Laena's stone coffin closer to the edge of Driftmark's coastal cliff before dropping into the sea, to rest beside her ancestors. Before long, the services slowly began to die down.

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Following the funeral, the mourners solemnly make their way to the cliffside courtyard of High Tide castle for the wake. Despite the atmosphere being predominantly filled with awkward silences and strained conversations, the presence of seven Targaryen dragons currently bonded to their riders soared overhead, including the likes of Rhaenyra's Syrax, Daemon's Caraxes, Rhaenys's Meleys, Laenor's Seasmoke, Aegon’s Sunfyre, Helaena's Dreamfyre, and Baela's Moondancer. The gathering is a significant event, one that has earned Driftmark the nickname "New Valyria" among observers.

The only one that was not present now was Vhagar, the Queen of All Dragons. Many speculated the ancient dragon was not in attendance because of the emotional grief over outliving another rider; others suggest that Vhagar had returned to one of her nesting grounds in the Narrow Sea to live out the remainder of her life as a wild dragon. However, there were sights of Vhagar apparently bereaved near the dunes of Driftmark's sandy beaches.

Rhaenyra looked amongst the gathering before finding one of her sons, Lucerys

"Have you seen your father?" she asked.

Lucerys shook his head. "He said he wanted some alone time," he answered.

"Your little cousins have lost their mother. They could use a kind word. Go comfort them?" And without further words, the boy went over to his nieces.

Meanwhile Rhaenyra found you, alone staring out at the sea. “Sister.”, you could hear the smile in her voice, and sure enough, you looked over and she had half a smile on her face. “Rhaenyra” you acknowledged her softly, your voice gentle as always.

As you two caught up, Ser Criston spoke to Alicent. "Lyonel Strong's son's been staring at you since the moment we arrived, Your Grace. Unabashedly," Criston informed her.

"It is only a look of pride, Ser Criston," Alicent remarked coolly. "Larys is the new Lord of Harrenhal."

Viserys, on the other hand, glanced at his estranged younger brother Prince Daemon whom he hadn't seen in over a decade. There were so many things he wanted to say to him. They did not part ways on good terms when it became known that Daemon escorted Rhaenyra to a brothel – little did he know it was not the case. He took Rhaenyra to a brothel, yes, but he did not have sex with her.

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As the skies began to darken with the arrival of dusk, King Viserys, like everyone else, began to retire for the evening. Ever exhausted with each step he took and Laena's death in childbirth clearly reminding him of his first wife's similar death years before, Viserys couldn't help but think of Aemma Arryn again. Oh, by the Gods, the king missed her so much. "I'm going to bed, Aemma," he accidentally said to his second wife.

Alicent looked quietly unnerved. "What did you just call me?" she said offended. Ser Harrold intervened. "Shall I send after Queen Alicent, Your Grace?" he gently corrected.

Viserys now realized who he was talking to. Trading glances between his second wife and Ser Harrold, he swears he was losing his mind. "No, Ser Harrold," the king declined and returned to the castle for a night's rest. "Very well, Your Grace," Harrold acknowledged. "You have the night's watch, Ser Criston," he instructed his subordinate.

Criston noticed the awkwardness as well. "Lord Commander," he acknowledged.

Alicent, however, curled her fists into a ball. How dare Viserys call her by his late wife's name? She was a living girl, and the king was still in love with a dead one! She was not going to forget such an insult.

Gwayne walked over to Alicent, guiding you along with him with a hand on your back. “Dear siste-“

“Why is she here? Take her back to Oldtown, i dont want her here.”

Your heart broke at Alicent’s words, you’d think she’d be happy to be reunited with her daughter after ten years, but alas.

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From a distance, Aemond observed his surroundings. Qarl brought Laenor back to the courtyard, but the heir to Driftmark broke free from his lover's embrace and entered the castle alone, still grieving for Laena. As he watched them, Aemond heard a dragon's faint but mournful roar nearby - Vhagar, the Queen of All Dragons, the oldest and largest in Westeros. As per the stories, her flames were so intense that they could melt a knight's armor and cook him inside, she could devour a whole horse in one gulp, and her mighty roar could shake the very foundation of Storm's End.

« There are other options in case an egg doesn't hatch. You need to know where to look. »

Aemond, being a Targaryen without a dragon, recalled his fathers advice. Heeding Viserys’ words, Aemond realized that there were alternative means to become a dragonrider in the event of an unhatched dragon egg.

After ensuring that no one was around, the young prince took the opportunity to secretly trail Vhagar's outline as it flew close to one of Driftmark's sandbanks. Little did Aemond anticipate the consequences of his actions, which would go down in history as a controversial political scandal.

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You were seated by the fireplace of your guest chambers when Ser Criston bursted into your chambers, “your mother has requested your presence in the hall, an incident has happened.”

Quickly pulling your nightly robes shut to make yourself decent, you follow Criston’s fast paces to the hall.

Upon entry, you see the hall divided, Rhaenyra, Daemon, both their children, Rhaenys and Lord Corlys on one side, your siblings, mother and the hightide maester, on the other. “What happene-“ you stop speaking when your eyes land on Aemond, one eye having just been sowed up by the maester. Your hand covers your mouth in shock as your eyes scan the room, wondering what the hell happened here. The room quickly went into disarray, everyone shouting at someone.

King Viserys rushed to the Hall of Nine upon receiving a warning from his grandchildren, but unfortunately, he arrived too late. The damage has already been done. He used his cane to demand silence and restore order. "How could you allow such a thing to happen? I will have answers!" he insisted, furious with the Kingsguard for not protecting princes of royal blood.

"The princes were supposed to be in bed, my king," Harrold informed. "That was until a certain dragon woke everybody up in Driftmark," Arryk mentioned. "Who had the night's watch?"

"Ser Criston did, Your Grace," Erryk answered. "The young prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace," Criston protested.

"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!"

"I'm very sorry, Your Grace," Harrold apologized. "The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace―" Criston tried protesting again. "THAT IS NO ANSWER!!" Viserys shouted angrily.

Alicent looked at her son. "It will heal, will it not, maester?" she inquired.

Maester Kevlyn shook his head. "The flesh will heal. But the eye is lost forever, Your Grace," he replied. "You," the queen turned to her firstborn son, your twin brother. "Where were you?!"

"Me?" Aegon answered obliviously. But he was soon slapped across the face. "Ow! What was that for?!" he complained.

"That was NOTHING compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups and lusting after the serving girls AGAIN, you bloody fool!"

“This is not the time to turn against each other” you warned your mother, stepping up for your twin, not that he deserved it.

"They attacked me!" Aemond shouted.

"You attacked Baela!" Jacaerys shouted back.

"He broke Luke's nose!" Baela chimed in. "He stole my mother's dragon!"

"He was going to kill Jace and Luke!" Rhaena accused. "IT SHOULD BE MY SON TELLING THE TALE!!" Alicent shouted.

All the children began talking over each other; Aemond claimed the other children attacked him, and the other children said they were only defending themselves. Otto stood in cold silence, while Daemon leaned against the wall with his arms crossed; although the Rogue Prince did not express himself, he was furious when he found out what his nephew had done to his daughters. Both parties kept going at it until King Viserys felt a headache coming.

"Enough... Enough!" King Viserys ordered.

"He called us―" Jacaerys tried to speak.

"Be quiet," Rhaenyra instructed silently. Then, when nobody went silent, Otto raised his voice. "HOLD YOUR TONGUES!!"

"SILENCE!!" King Viserys shouted.

The room went quiet as both voices boomed with firm, authoritative tones. "He called us bastards," Jacaerys whispered to his mother.

You, having heard what he said, turned your glare to aemond. Bloody fool you thought. You felt daemon near you, his breath hitting your neck and his hand on your back, using the moment to be near you.

"Aemond," Viserys limped over to his youngest son, "I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

"What else is there to hear?" Alicent angrily interjected. "Your son has been maimed. Their sons are responsible. Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son!"

"It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves! Vile insults were levied against them," she defended.

"What insults?" King Viserys inquired.

"The legitimacy of my sons' birth was put loudly into question. To question their birth is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders."

"Over an insult?" Alicent questioned. "My son LOST AN EYE!"

Now that he has been made aware of the rumors surrounding Jace, Luke, and Joffrey from his grandchildren, the king redirected his attention toward his wounded son. "You tell me, boy. Where did you hear this lie?" he asked.

"The insult was training yard bluster. The lot of boys. It was nothing," Alicent said. Viserys ignored her. "Aemond... I asked you a question," he reiterated. "Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The boys' father? Perhaps he might have something to say in the matter."

"Yes. Where is Ser Laenor?"

Rhaenyra felt the eyes drawn on her. "I do not know, Your Grace. I... could not find sleep. I had gone out to walk," she feigned ignorance.

"Entertaining his young squires, I would venture," Alicent snidely remarked. "That's enough out of you," Rhaenys warned harshly. Corlys glared at the queen as well over this insult. Criston smirked but ceased when he noticed Harrold staring at him.

"Aemond... look at me. Your king demands an answer. Who told these lies to you?" The king asked for the third time. “Aemond," you stared at him, "your king is speaking to you. Answer him."

Aemond, with only one eye remaining, felt his breathing tremble. Both his father and eldest sister were pressuring him. But after a tense moment looking towards his mother, he decided to speak. "It was Aegon," he answered.

"Me?" Your twin asked with disbelief at the insinuation that his brother used him as a scapegoat.

King Viserys turned to his second son and approached him. "And you, boy?" he said to his face. "Where did you hear such calumnies?" he asked. No answer. "AEGON!" he shouted again. "Tell me the truth of it!"

"We know, father. Everyone knows. Just look at them. They don't look anything like us."

"Doesn't mean you can insult them like that!" You shouted at your twin. "hush," Alicent said to you firmly. “Do you believe such lies?” Viserys now turned to you, his eldest daughter.

You hated this, seeing your ailing father like this, hoping for an answer. "I... can't deny i’ve heard the rumors as well, father," you spoke slowly. "It's not uncommon for Targaryens to not share our physical traits. Take, for example, Princess Rhaenys's mother, Lady Jocelyn, who was born a Baratheon. Despite not resembling us at first glance, your cousin proved herself once she reached adulthood. So is it fair to discriminate against a family based solely on their appearance, trueborn or no?"

Jacaerys and Lucerys both looked at their aunt, who spoke up in defense on their behalf. Meanwhile alicent glared, how dare her daughter speak up in defense of rhaenyra’s family.

Viserys was beside himself. How could things deteriorate so badly with his family? He turned to Rhaenyra, his only surviving child from his first marriage. His daughter shielded her sons, but kept a stoic expression at him. The king then turned to his second wife. "This interminable infighting must cease!" he shouted, distraught. "All of you! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandfather, your king demands it!"

"Aemond has been damaged permanently, my king. 'Goodwill' cannot make him whole." Alicent hisses, making you clench your jaw. Let it rest mother, please, you pleaded with your eyes. “I cannot restore his eye” Viserys spoke.

"No, because it's been TAKEN!"

"What would you have me do then?"

"There is a debt that needs to be paid." Alicent turned to Rhaenyra and her sons. "I shall have one of her son's eyes in return." Rhaenyra immediately moved her sons Jacaerys and Lucerys behind her. "Alicent, stop! Enough! Do not... allow your temper to guide your judgment," viserys yelled.

"Your Grace," you addressed your father disappointingly, "I fear the queen is not in the right state of mind." Not that she ever was in the beginning, of course. Viserys knew there was no going back.

Alicent, upon regaining her composure, saw red hearing her daughter speak about her in such a way. "So be it. If the king will not seek justice, the queen will. Ser Criston... bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon," she ordered. "Mother!" Lucerys screamed. "He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son."

"You will do no such thing," Rhaenyra warned.

Viserys turned to Criston. "Stay your hand!" he commanded.

"No, you are sworn to me!" Alicent yelled. "As your sworn protector, my queen," Ser Criston said.

"This matter... is finished. Do you both understand?" Viserys turned to face the gathered assembly. "And let it be known, anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's sons should have it removed."

"Thank you, father," Rhaenyra sighed.

Alicent, still shaking with fury that Viserys had apparently once again chosen his children's side over hers, refused to accept this. When the king's back was turned, the queen quickly snatched the Valyrian steel dagger from his belt and rushed across the room toward the ones responsible for maiming her son. "Your Grace! Stay with the king," Harrold beckoned.

"Alicent!" Viserys shouted.

"Hold your approach!"

"Sister, look out!" You warned, while moving forward to get in between your mother, who was charging to your sister, or lucerys. Or both.

As Alicent’s blood-curdling scream flooded the room, before she could reach them, You moved as fast as you could to block her. However, Alicent had gotten too close by then and stabbed you in the left shoulder with the dagger.

You growled in pain. But held on firmly by grabbing Alicents shoulder with your right hand and her wrist with the left. No matter the momentum, you forcibly stopped Alicent in her tracks and restrained her.

“Sister!” Rhaenyra yelled in shock.

Criston moved to Alicent but was held back.

"Do not, Ser Criston!" Harrold warned.

Daemon unsheathed Dark Sister and pointed it at the Kingsguard knight. Soon enough, the Rogue Prince and Lord Commander prevented Criston from helping the queen as more Kingsguard moved to restrain him. "Stay your hand, Cole!" Harrold reiterated. "Now, do you see what your queen has done?" Daemon asked. "You are a fool, Ser Crispin."

You suddenly gripped tighter. Slowly turning her head to meet Alicent’s gaze, the Young Dragon's pale lilac eyes burned with the fireplace's illuminating hue. You slowly raised Alicent’s hand, holding the Valyrian steel dagger out of your shoulder, the blade covered in your blood to the hilt. "Let them see you for who and what you are," you pushed against her. "An insignificant, disloyal, power-hungry wretch with no shame or guilt." Then, once you felt the dagger removed from your shoulder, you began twisting alicent’s wrist. "I bet that felt good, keeping up the facade hmm? Not so confident now, are you? The only loyalty you have is to yourself.”

Viserys limped closer, stunned by what he had seen: his second wife tried to go after his daughter, and grandchildren, but it was his second eldest daughter who withstood the worst of it with her blood. You coldly stared at your father, disappointed in him. Your blood stained your outer gown, and dripping blood trickled on the floor. Daemon, Rhaenyra, Rhaenys and Corys were quick to surround you. Daemon holding you softly, already looking at the wound you suffered.

The room falls silent; then everyone leaves for the night.

Aemond steps forward and, despite the grievous injury to his face, shows no ounce of remorse for what he did. “Do not mourn me, mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye... but I gained a dragon.”

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The next morning daemon sat across from you, as the maester sowed your shoulder and tried his hardest to mend the wound. Daemon was furious at you, for putting yourself in harms way. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“And then what? Let alicent hurt sweet luke? Let her cut out his eye?”

“You got hurt!”

You scoff, “i’ll live.”

Daemon sighs, “Come back to dragonstone with us, with me, Kostilus.” Please.

@just-some-random-blogger LOOK HANNAH, I DID ITTT 🫂

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[chibsandchill]

Simple pleasures (18+)

Fandom: HOTD (house of the dragon)

Pairing: Aegon II x AFAB!reader

Summary: Aegon, brothel, talking, wine, more wine, sex, that’s it. Need I say more?

MDNI 18+

Warnings: p in v sex, Aegon, canon typical themes, grammatical and spelling errors (english is not my native language), slow start, not proof-read

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The room smelled better than most brothels. It was a welcome change, as was the surprisingly expensive and tasteful decor. It was homely; soft, comforting, warm even. All it was missing was a hearth and Aegon might have believed it to be someone’s home. 

“Remove your shoes please.” 

Aegon wanted to protest, for who were you to command him? The need to disobey, to dig his feet so far in the ground he could never be moved, was ingrained in his very bones. What would you do, he wondered, were he to step onto the pristine fur with his muddied boots? Would you turn red in the face as you screamed? Would you simply ignore it and move on, aware that any and all wrong steps may instead lead you to the black cells? He almost salivated at the endless possibilities. Alas, the carpet looked like it would feel heavenly under his feet, and so he kicked off his shoes. You thanked him with a voice dripping with honey, sugar and all things sweet. It made his teeth ache. 

He stepped further into the room, onto the carpet. He dug his toes into it. Heaven, just as he imagined. It is soft, and warm, and the strands feel like silk against his skin. Another step, like walking on water. There was not a stain on it, nor a patch of fur bent out of turn. Twas like wading through clouds. 

You pulled the drapes shut. 

“Please sit.” You made a sweeping motion to a group of furniture. “Would you like some wine?”

Sit? Aegon was here to get his cock wet. But he was parched, and so he nodded. 

You balanced two pristine silver chalices on an equally shiny silver platter in one hand and an overflowing silver flagon in the other. Expensive, for a whore at least. Did you have a set for each customer? There was not a scratch on any of it, not a spot of dirt or smudged fingerprints. 

“Dornish red,” you told him as you filled his chalice exactly half-way. 

His throat tightened. 

“In my experience Dornish wine is quite… bitter. Less suitable for pleasure.” 

You chuckled. He was pleasantly surprised by the sound. Most of the whores had rougher voices and were not as quick to laughter. 

“‘Tis an acquired taste, aye, but I do believe you’ll enjoy this one. It’s sweet and yet rich in flavor. Truly there is none who make wine quite like the Dornish.”

Aegon raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were a whore, not a wine merchant.” 

 “I do not spend all day on my back.” You took a sip from your own chalice, resting a hand on a cocked hip. “A good whore knows her clientele, and well, mine prefer… simple comforts.” 

He looked at the room again. There were large tapestries nailed to the stone walls, though he was unsure what they depicted. Fourteen of them in particular, all in different colors and vague figures. Interesting choice, he thought, but at least it would serve to lessen the echoes of your pleasure later. If the other whores had half the taste and coin for interior decorating as you then perhaps his head wouldn’t ache like a horde of Dothraki screamers had ran him over, when he left the establishment.

Perhaps simple was not the word anyone would use to describe the would-be safe haven that you had created. Twas clear your clientele were highborn, and in Aegon’s experience they rarely longed for simple things, be it wine or decor. Even you were not simple; your hair was well-cared for and shone of oils and had strings of precious stones fell between strands, your dress was not of Westerosi make and clung to you. Even your perfume was nothing short of expensive. A silver necklace clung to your throat, and your fingers were heavy with rings. No, nothing about your craft was simple. 

“They pay you well for these simple comforts.” He said between sips of wine. You spoke true; he did care for it. 

As if reading his mind you spoke again. “I’ve already sent a bottle with one of your guards, it should be in your chambers well before you return.”

“The crown thanks you.” 

“Sarcasm is a family trait, I see.” 

You refilled his chalice with wine, voice as nonchalant as if you commented on the weather. And for Aegon, who’s very core dripped with debauchery, well, you might as well have. 

“As is the want for simple comfort, I assume.” 

Your smile is coy. “Aye, I’ve found that the more riches one possesses, the more they long for, well, simpler things. Comfortable furniture, conversations with a friend,” you move closer, your fingers brushing against his shoulders. Your breath is hot as it fans over the shell of his ear. “A hug. A…” your hands move over his shoulders, down his chest, “mother’s love.”

And then you’re gone. 

“Simple things for simple men.”

“I’m not a simple man.” Aegon scoffed. And he didn't long for his mother’s love. He’s experienced it plenty, as he had the back of her hand.

“No,” you say, “I don’t suppose you are. The blood of the dragon rarely is simple.”

Aegon drank the rest of his wine. 

“You talk a lot, for a whore.” 

“I’m not a simple whore.” 

“Perhaps not, but you end up on your back all the same.”

“And your coin ends up in my pocket. You claim not to be a simple man, Aegon Targaryen, and yet, you drink, whore, and sulk like any other man, only your features are not so plain.” 

“I could have your head for saying such things.” Aegon raised his chalice and gave it a wiggle. “If you insist on nagging my ear off I need to be far drunker than I am.”

You brought a different flagon. It’s decorated with green and red stones, and there’s words engraved along both the bottom and the top of it. It’s Valyrian glyphs, but Aegon cannot read it. He averted his eyes. 

The wine shimmers in the candle light. It’s gold in color and smells heavenly. 

“From the Jade Sea,” you said as you returned his chalice to him. “The Dornish are excellent wine makers but even their finest vintages taste like vinegar compared to the golden wines of Yi Ti.”

Aegon swirls the wine inside his chalice. Never had he seen a wine so… appealing; so mouth watering. He brought it to his mouth. It felt like silk as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful, and a pleasant warmth followed it. There was none of the awful burn that came with the household wine back in the Keep, and neither did it feel like a stone in his stomach. 

“I assume a bottle of this will be waiting for me in my chambers,” he jested. 

“It’s already there. I had it delivered yesterday. A… preview of our evening of sorts, though now it will be a memory of it.”

Doubtful. Aegon would hardly have the time to reminisce on his one-off evening with the oddest whore in all the known lands whilst drinking his body weight in wine. No, the bottle of Yi Ti gold would be one of many bottles strewn across his chamber floors when he would inevitably be sent into another week-long bender. Besides, you served it in a flagon, and thus Aegon would not notice which bottle was which sober, much less drunk. Though perhaps it would soothe his body’s protests, as it was currently soothing him now. He sipped at the drink like a babe sucked at his mother’s tits, not that Aegon had much experience with the latter. 

“What wine did you give my brother?”

Your lips quirked into a smile. It fit you. Yours was a face made for smiling. “One that fit him.”

“That’s awfully vague.”

“You don’t last long in this business if you’re loose-lipped.” 

He chortled. “The one-copper whores beg to differ.” 

There’s a tightness to your smile. “You’d be surprised at the secrets they possess. Those one-copper whores could topple dynasties if they so wished.” 

“And you?”

Has his brother confided in you? His uncle? His father? Did you keep secrets that could rattle the foundations of the world as they know it? Aegon was almost tempted to give you more, to feed the fire burning under his feet until even he burnt. There were cracks in his family’s rule– of every rule– small as mice, but plenty big for secrets and deceit. 

“Perhaps if you behave I shall tell you some.” 

A hot flash of something rushed up his spine. 

“And if I do not?”

“Then you shall leave with nothing.”

“I could command you to tell me.”

“You could.” You inclined your head. “But as some of my… friends are also of noble birth then your command will simply be a waste of breath, and I would rather you save it for what is to come. You will need it.” 

There it was again. That thrill; that heat that licked at his insides. He should have you punished for your insolence. Whipped perhaps, or maybe he would have your tongue. But Aegon admired fire, but even more so he admired those who looked upon him as you do; as if he is more than a rusted sword fit to be wielded as his family saw fit.

“You’re bold.” Aegon pushed himself off the armchair. He walked up to you, moving as if to touch you. You glanced down at his hands, at his arms, then at his face. His fingers trailed up your arm, your shoulders, over your collarbones and the column of your throat. Aegon’s touch was gentle, teasing almost, he wanted you to want his touch. And judging by how your breath hitched when he reached your throat, his caresses are more than welcome. “I like it.”

His hand cupped your face. You were soft and warm. A healthy blush spread up your chest from the hem of your dress. 

How far did it reach, Aegon wondered. Were you as pink and lovely and soft and warm- 

You leaned into his touch. And then you were gone, leaving him cold with his hand still held high in the air. He dropped it quickly, but the feeling of you remained. Aegon adjusted his clothing but it did not lessen the memory of how you felt pressed against him. 

How odd, he frowned, to feel as such over a mere touch of his hand against your face. It was not at all intimate. Like a blushing virgin seeing a glimpse of a woman’s ankles he stared after you, which is altogether odd for a man such as Aegon who cloaked himself in sin and lust. He who had visited the brothels so oft even the whores’ whelps recognized him by the sound of his fancy boots. Scarce were the mornings he did not wake with one hand on a warm cunt and the other on a supple breast.  

“You’re eager,” you said to him with a slight smile. “I like it. It makes one feel wanted… desired, does it not?”

“Do you have more wine?” 

A flash of something passed through your eyes. “Of course.” 

“Go on then, fetch the next one.” 

You offered your hand to him. You didn't demand his answer, nor his thoughts. You took only what he freely offered. It left him feeling strangely full, and less like the hollowed out stranger he oft saw at the bottom of his bottles. 

He took your hand. Warmth flooded back into him. 

Pushed into a corner of the room was a large bed. It was similar to the one he had in his chambers, a bit too similar. Still, it looked comfortable enough. It certainly didn’t suffer from a lack of pillows, nor had you spared any expenses on neither the frame nor the make of the mattress. 

You gestured for him to sit down before you walked over to grab a third flagon of wine. Gods, Aegon was sure to be stumbling back to the Keep following your night together if the pace you were handing him drinks was to be considered. Still, Aegon sat fell down on the bed with a lack of grace most unbecoming of a noble. It was even softer than he imagined. 

He cared for conversation, he did, truly, but his cock had been aching for relief since you opened the door and any longer and he thought it might burst. Did you not see the lust in his eyes? Did you think to quench the burning desire in him with expensive wine? Nay, Aegon reckons his mother will have to collect his charred remains were you not to touch him. 

At last, after what felt like an age, you turned. Have you always walked as such? The sway of your hips were almost hypnotizing. A smile lit up your face, though he could not tell what kind of smile it was. He had no need for more wine, for his mind was buzzed and his hands longed to trace you. 

You didn’t bring the flagon you’d been observing. Mayhaps it was a bad fit. Aegon doesn’t care. 

“Are you familiar with how the wine merchants of Yi Ti make it?” You asked. 

He shook his head. Why in the hells would he know that?

You’re close enough that he could smell you again. Your touch is soft as you cup his face, thumb swiping over his bottom lip. “Wine is fermented grapes, as I’m sure you already know.” Your voice is a touch lower, more seductive. Odd, considering the subject, Aegon mused. You moved to straddle him, and he welcomed you with his hands falling onto your hips, his legs separating to bring you closer. ‘Tis a dance he is familiar with, finally. “The type of wood that is used is different with every maker,” one of your hands fell on his thigh. He swallowed a hiss when your hold tightened. “The merchants from Yi Ti? They use a very particular breed of tree to make the vintage I just served you. It is a known…” your hand released his thigh only to brush over his crotch, “aphrodisiac.”

“Uhuh.” Aegon nodded. So long as you kept your hands on him he’d feign interest in wine making. 

Pathetic. A brush of a hand makes him harder than he’s ever been before. 

The brush turns into a flat touch, which then turns into a caress. ‘Tis all teasing, in the end. Like the smell of a pie wafting out from under the gaps in the kitchen doors; ‘tis there, and yet, it is not. It’s a promise of a future reward. 

Aegon tightened his hold on your hips before pulling you forward until you sat as close as physically possible. And still did he want you closer. It’s a crippling need of his; a dark pit of emptiness that can only be temporarily filled with the closeness of another. It came back stronger, deeper, each time. Still, it gnaws at him, like a gnat buzzing in his ear. 

Closer, it whispered. 

Closer, it shouted. 

He would crawl inside your skin and live there, and yet it would not be enough. Nothing ever was. The voices would remain, and the abyss inside him growing ever larger, like a looming shadow spreading its rot to every interaction. Soon, Aegon would be as rotten as his thoughts, as his desires. He would be the failure of a man his mother believed him to be. 

You showed no signs of seeing his struggle for you pressed yourself ever closer until he felt your heart beat against his. Aegon surged forwards, slotting his mouth over yours in a dance that was oh so familiar to him. This, he knew how to do. If you’re surprised by it you don’t show it. 

You’re a whore, of course you’re not surprised by him kissing you. 

Briefly Aegon wondered who out of them were the best kisser, him, his brother or his uncle? How many Targaryens had warmed your bed? Had his father stumbled into your arms and sampled all that you had to offer? Had you woven tales of wine merchants and the likes to them as well? 

Did he kiss like his uncle? 

He knew he did not fuck like his uncle, for the whores spoke often of his uncle’s talents, and his obsession with taking them from behind like a hound. Aegon found he did not care for that, but he reckoned his uncle’s fancy came more from a desire to dream of fairer features than the pleasure of it. 

You pulled away from his lips. Strings of saliva connected the two of you together, and Aegon would never admit it, but he found himself chasing after your lips. 

“Undress.” You said and pushed at his clothed chest. 

He raised a pale eyebrow. 

“If you insist.” 

He shrugged off his tunic easily enough, but his trousers, well, he’d have to move you to remove those and Aegon found himself very reluctant to part from you or your body. Aegon tapped your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He stood from the bed and pulled down his trousers, kicked off his shoes and then fell back on the bed. 

“Fuck.” Aegon grunted. 

You laughed. 

“Lay back.” You told him. 

Aegon did as you asked. The pillows were harder than he thought, but in a good way. His head didn’t sink in, but rather rested on it. They reminded him of his own pillows. Strange, but he was too horny to care. 

He’s already hard when you grab his cock. Aegon gets nothing from your expression apart from desire. No surprise at his size, but neither disappointment. Not delighted at finding him hard and ready for you, nor dismayed. Curious. His heart skipped a beat at the uncertainty of it all. With common whores he knew how to act – where to touch, what to say. They swooned and gushed over every aspect of him, slobbered on his cock whilst moaning about his size and girth like they had never seen a cock before. But this? This silent appraisal, the almost tender hold of him as you swiped across his tip, as you traced the vein and cupped his heavy balls? This, this was unfamiliar even to him. 

“Are you ready?” You broke the silence. 

“W-what?”

It was an odd question. For as long as he had visited brothels, for as long as he had laid with others there had never been this out-of-place pause in… affairs. It all followed the same pattern; greetings, some petting, then sex, and then he’d leave. He didn’t know what to do with your question, what did you want? What answer should he give? 

Were you going to sit on his face? Many of his conquests enjoyed that, and while Aegon wasn’t overly fond of it and was prone to feeling trapped if it went on for too long, it was never a question asked out loud. It was the moving of hips, of knees closing in around his head and a warm, wet cunt dropped on his mouth. 

You swiped damp hair off his forehead, there’s a strained expression on your face. Aegon doesn’t like it.

“Are you ready?” You repeated. “Do you want this?” You clarified. 

Gods yes, he wanted to say. I think I’ll die if we don’t, he wanted to say. 

“Oh. Yes.” Aegon said instead. The odd expression on your face didn’t waver. 

Curious. 

You released his cock, and he shuddered. Instead you brought your hands forward and gripped his shoulders, leaning forward. Your eyes never left his as if searching for something. You scoured his face, watched his every microexpression. 

He just wanted to be inside you already. 

But he laid frozen beneath you. 

‘Behave’. Echoed through his mind. 

Then, your hand is back on his cock. You bring your hand up and down, loosening your hold and then tightening it. You seemed acutely aware of him – of his reactions. As if reading his mind you adjusted your hold, your speed, the pressure, even the angle as his pleasure ebbed, grew, and lessened. 

Odd as you were, you were a good whore. Skilled, certainly. But odd nonetheless. 

His toes curled, and a familiar warmth grew with your movements. Aegon wasn’t silent, he was a man proud of both the pleasure he felt and the pleasure he gave. And so he moaned, and he shuddered, and he groaned. It echoed far louder than he’d thought, and were it not for the gleam in your eyes he’d surely fall silent. 

He was about to tell you to stop; that he was seconds away from spilling into your hand, when you pulled away. 

Perhaps you were a mind reader after all. 

Your grip on his cock is loose but firm as you guided him inside you. Heavenly warmth enveloped him, and your walls felt akin to silk. Aegon knew little of love, but if he knew anything, it was that love surely felt like this. Like two pieces connecting. 

Your eyes flutter closed as you bring yourself down. By the time you’re flush with his pelvis Aegon has started to pray to all the gods to let him last a little longer. It is too much and yet it is not enough. His body ached for release; beads of sweat formed on his forehead from trying to stave off his orgasm. 

But you seemed like you were above it all, like something ethereal. In the throes of your pleasure – as you forced yourself to rise and then fall on him like it was your gods given duty – you shone, and Aegon had never seen anything more beautiful. Your sounds of pleasure are music to his ears, and yet it is whispered. 

Aegon pressed a thumb against your clit, and you trembled at the sudden touch. Then you moved ever faster, and Aegon tried to match your pace. He alternated pressure as you had before, he pressed circles and squares, and he spelled his name, and all others he could think of. 

Aemond. 

Daemon. 

Viserys. 

Jaehaerys? 

He’s soon lost to his pleasure as well, in the way you impale yourself on his cock and force him out of his thoughts and into the present. He knew not what names he pressed into your clit, not what names or family he used to elicit more and more moans from you. It is not enough. He ate up your pleasure as if it was his own. 

You batted his finger away from you before forcing his hands above his head where you held him by his wrists. 

“Behave.” You told him through your teeth. 

Redness spread across his face and a thrill rushed through his body. 

“You’re still dressed.” He realized. How he had missed that, he would never know. It feels like a sin to have been so caught in his own pleasure, or rather the chase of it, that he had neglected even that. 

Aegon blinked and you’ve ripped your dress over your head without missing a beat. 

He blinked again. Too stunned to react. 

Breasts. 

‘Twas like an out of body experience watching himself reach for your breasts, to feel the soft flesh under his fingers. He cupped them, thumbing at your nipples. 

He knew not what to focus on; your body, you, or the delicious torture of your hips slapping against his. Aegon felt in that moment like he was one and ten and he stumbled into his first pillow house. 

Aegon shook his head. 

“Focus on me,” you said as if sensing his thoughts. You tore his hands from your breasts and held them above his head again. It brought him back to you, and he gulped. He thought he might have felt small with the way you loomed over him, but he found that he did not. 

Fighting against the whirlwind of pleasure was a losing battle, and the hand you laid flat against the side of his face was his undoing. He burrowed his face in the crook of your neck as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. It’s not a quick affair. He feels as if there’s no end to the white hot pleasure that shot through him. You didn’t stop your movements, instead you slowed down until you rose and fell in slow languid strokes. 

Aegon’s eyes burnt. 

“Did you finish?” He asked whilst panting when he didn’t feel like he was drowning anymore. 

You looked as if you were glowing, like the mother unveiled smiling down at him. 

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” 

“Fuck.” He let his head fall back. “You didn’t. Fuck. Give me a moment and I’ll-”

“Nay, Aegon.” You laid beside him. He felt empty as he slid out of you.

Not close enough, the voices started again. 

“There will be other nights.” You soothed his bruised ego. 

“You truly are the oddest whore I’ve had the pleasure of fucking.”

You laughed. 

Aegon moved closer to you, though his skin crawled as the sheets below his sweaty skin seemed to tear at his skin. He pressed himself into you, resting his head almost tentatively on your chest. It felt good, he realized. And safe. Aegon melted into your embrace as you reached over to play with his hair. 

“So about that secret,” he glanced up at you, “what wine did you give my brother?”

“Myrish fire wine.” 

Aegon roared with laughter so loud that his chest ached. 

[bundoesnotcompete]

This feels rushed to me but its been rotting away in my drafts and i at least wanted to finish it.

Reader is an adeptus and god. Goes from Ancient Liyue to Current day.

Spelling and wording errors to be expected i wrote this on mobile

Summary: Snippets of history between you and your husband. From enemies to lovers.

"General Mushen! The tales of the ruling god of Kunlun and Morax are numerous. From sworn enemies to close allies, there are many tales I could choose to tell." The storyteller began as he caught the attention of the crowd of him. The teahouse was packed full of both locals and tourists, all wanting to hear tales of the Immovable General Mushen.

The city was beginning festivites to celebrate the union of Kunlun Mountains of the Liyue region. It was one of the largest festivals in all of Liyue. The storyteller began to speak and the crowd was drawn in closer. A brown haired man with Amber eyes watched and listened intently, ignoring his companions grumbling.

"The story I will tell is of the beginnings of the union of Ancient Liyue and Kunlun."

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As the guardian diety of the Kunlan mountains, you were highly territorial. No one stepped onto your land that wasn't allowed. The mountain's forestry would be hostile and moving through the mountains would be made near impossible. Humans and adepti alike were careful not to anger or disturb you. Angering a dragon adeptus often ended poorly, especially one of your power. In return, you protected those lesser than you. They were apart of your territory, afterall.

When what would become known as the Archon Wars began, many gods thought that they could take your mountains. You proved then wrong by killing all who intended to take what was yours.

The massacre of a village outside had also enraged both you and the rest of your people. While it had been outside off your territory, many adeptus and humans alike had family there. In a few short days, the army of Kunlun was ruthlessly being trained.

Though skirmashes were becoming rarer these days, you told your armies to remain alert. The cold war you were having with your southerly neighbor, Rex Lapis, was quickly turning hot. Other gods were also fanning the flames for a war between you two.

"My Lord." A bird like adeptus kneeled at your feet, her head hung low. Blood coated her armor and she looked hurried. Considering she came through your window, you were inclined to believe something major was happening. "Rex Lapis's forces are being held at the base of Ying Mountain. They believe us to have attacked them and now they are mounting for a fully fledged war." She flinched as the tea cup you held in you clawed hand shattered.

"General Guan Yu is holding the lines."

"Tell Fuxi to prepare his forces." You commanded harshly, your temper flaring at the audacity of Rex Lapis. "Inform all generals to defend their territories. They will deal with it from there. Go. Now." The growl of your dismissal had the adeptus shifting and fleeing to do as ordered.

For the next forty years, the conflict that followed was intense and bloody. Your forces were quick to push the enemy back, but stalemate had occured. Along with that, no matter how many times you bloodied and nearly killed each other, neither you or Rex Lapis was willing to give up. The war was taking a war on both forces and other gods were beginning to prey upon that fact.

It was what lead you here, making a contract with your sworn enemy. Neither of you were pleased with each other's presence, and it was causing tensions. Both sides held deep disliking for each other.

The adeptus in front of you scowled. His companion next to him was smiling. Amber eyes drilled into you and you glared back. Your tail was thumping angrily on the ground behind you. The air between you two was thick enough to cut.

Both sides forces stood behind their leaders. Adeptus and humans mixed together in the crowds.

"Do not think of this as a permenant agreement Rex Lapis." You grounded out. "We both are wasting resources that could be used to quash other gods. Once it is just us two we will go back to trying to kill eachother. Until then this contract will keep us and our forces bound to help eachother in our times of need. Whether that be resources or war." The scrolls in front of you on the table flapped gently in the breeze. Both of you had signed the contract, and breaking it would damn either of you.

Thus, the first contracts binding Liyue and the Kunlan mountains together were made. After nearly fourty years of conflict, your war with your enemy was ended bitterly.

The contracts would be used throughly over the next few hundred years and tensions would die down as you begrudingly accepted your neighbor. Though the whole throwing rocks at you to be an annoyance was going to have to stop, else you might restart the war on your neighbor.

"Prehaps you are getting old." A swift hit to Rex Lapis's gut had him heaving as you two sparred one afternoon. The man smiled up at you from his spot on the ground. "Now dear friend, you know i don't mean that-" You kicked him across the field.

"I am not your friend you fiend." You growled as you approached him. He got up from the ground and was laughing. It was one of the few moments you got to see him truly happy. Ignoring the tightening in your chest, you approached him with the malicious intent to wipe that pretty smile of his face. He held his hands up as you tried to grab his arms.

"I surrender, this time." He spoke, smile on full display. You would be a liar if you said he wasn't handsome and fun to be around, but he was your sworn arch-enemy. You were not having a crush on him. You could not allow yourself to have such feelings no matter how much you generals told you that you could.

"Fine." You snapped out, pretending to not be a bit saddening by the surrender. It was no fun when he willingly gave up. "Now what?"

"Tea?" You grumbled at his response but agreed. The tea he often prepared was the kind you prefered, so you would allow it.

The memory would comfort you in the next years as conflict wore down on you. You ignored the sadness of not being by his side. Your temper mellowed by the end of Archon Wars. No longer did you scare and snap your companions and allies often. The draconic temper settled with your age and so did his.

"Celestia has declared me the archon of our lands." He spoke to you one day and you both layed on warm rocks in your mountain."I feel i am being unfair by claiming your land as mine to rule." A growl came from you. "They will not have it and will only see our territories as one. I am unsure of how to approach this dilemma. It is unfair to you."

You rumbled as you shifted to face him.

"What? I do not care that they see you as the ruler, you know your place and i know mine. You know this is my land." You responded to your friend. He hummed, tucking his paws under him and becoming vaguely bread shaped.

"Then how about a new contract to replace the old one. A union of our lands, but recognizing that they are independent of eachother. United but two diffrent states. We can even marry our human royalty to cement it."

You turned you head to him. "Why? Wouldn't it just be easier to marry eachother. Humans are useless and do not live long. They'd just forget it and ruin it anyway."

"Marry eachother?!" His surprised cry was ignored as you continued.

"No adeptus of mine holds high authority over the lands like i do. My generals already have lovers and my messanger will not marry anyone. Humans are too weak to hold the burden of such a contract. As far as I am aware no other holds a high power like you so that rules everyone out on your side too."

You stared at your companion's shocked face. A contract such as this was a heavy burden you did not want to place upon any in your land. You knew that you would honor the contract and trusted that he would too. Plus, with how much time you two spent together you were practically married anyway.

You watched the dragon in front of you compose himself.

"I do see your point. Knowing that the contract would be honored for as long as we live is a good idea." Morax began, shifting slightly on the rock. "Having such a comfort would be nice. But, this sort of thing is not something to be taken lightly. We would need to discuss it further."

Over the next weeks you two would discuss the contract and all that would be in it. Eternal companionship was something that was not taken lightly. Along with that came the binding vow were it would only break upon one's death.

Morax did not mind the marriage proposal and seemed rather taken to the idea. You two spent plently of time together and while not having a courting period would be strange, it wasn't unheard of. He liked you greatly anyway so why not make a realtionship offical.

So, in the beginning of fall, the Mountainous region of Kunlun and Liyue were offically bound together by marriage of its two gods. The celebration would then be celebrated around that time from then on. Even as humans turned the history into myths, you and Morax did not forget your vows.

Over time you and Morax grew to be truly in love with one another. While the jump to marriage was off putting at first, the friendship had turned to a deep affection and love that seemed to age like fine wine.

Even as wars and storms raged on, you never broke your vow and stayed by your husband's side. Even your spats and fights did not linger for long. Disagreements came and went. Though you did not like that you husband was practically a slave to Celestia's will, they did not call him often so you said nothing.

"Retirement?" You repeated one day during a sun bathing session on a rock. The brown and amber dragon in front of you nodded.

"My people seem to be able to handle themselves against threats. Of course my adepti will be there to help them, but they are largely self sustaining now. I see no reason why I shouldn't be able to retire and spend more time with you." He stated, stretching out on the large rock beneath him.

"It is a plan not fully though out so it will be some time before i will. We could live among the humans if you want. I know you enjoy spending time eating human food and enjoying human activites. Prehaps even you can retire."

So, once he got a plan into place you agreed on his retirement. Soon he was able to get a job with humans and establish a life among them. You followed him and while you did not appear fully human like he did, you did walk among the people.

The people of Liyue knew you two as a human-adepti couple and some folk often joked that you aruged like an old married couple. Even Hu Tao took notice and joked about it. Though, you suspected she knew her consultant's true identity but she said nothing so you left it at that.

After the ordeal with Osial and Morax's retirement, you and your lover sat upon the cliff which your first battle with him took place.

"So, now what will you do with your free time? You know we cannot be together as often as we used to be." You spoke laying your head on his shoulder.

"Well, I will spend as much time as I can with you and continue to watch my people from the sidelines." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he spoke.

"The Celebration of Union will be happening soon. I say we spend time there first. I will live in the moment now that i am not worried about my people."

You hummed and smiled in repsonse to him.

"You sound like an old man, but that is an agreeable idea." You laughed. Yes, this retirement was going to be wonderful. You could already see it.

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"Though Morax has passed, the Kunlun mountains and their god still honor the contract." You watched as the storyteller rambled on. The story he was telling was not entirely accurate.

You turned you head to you lover and he smiled at you.

"Do not blame them. They did not live the events. It is difficult to keep the truth when they only hear stories passed on from parents." He spoke softly to you before standing up. "It appears the story is ending, let's go try that food stand you wanted." You perked up and stood up with him.

As you both walked to the food stand, you could only feel happiness. Time spent together brought you joy.

Prehaps you should retire to be with your husband?

[totallynotasimp67]

Edge

I’ll be honest, it shocked me that I wrote this, but I guess asexuals write good smut, I do apologize for any spelling errors I’m minorly dyslexic

Tags: smut, 99% smut, edging, p in v, trans 09’ Ghost, smut then fluff, Soap 100% has a praise kink but he doesn’t get off on being praised he gets off on praising his partner, post top surgery pre bottom surgery Ghost, after care fluff

09’ Soap keeping 09’ Ghost on his lap, Ghost begging to touch his Captain or himself or for Soap to touch him, something, anything, but Soaps hands were placed firmly on Ghosts hips effectively pinning Ghost to his thigh, arms bound and placed around Soaps neck

Soap relished in watching his little Ghost squirm, begging for stimulation but unable to do anything,

“Please sir,” Ghost begged “I’m getting your pants wet”

“that’s fine,” his eyes felt predatory to Ghost, but not in malicious way, in a way that made Ghosts body tingle

after a few agonizing minutes for Ghost, Captain MacTavish finally removes a hand to begin fingering Ghost, who moans at the stimulation he finally received

“You aren’t allowed to cum yet, not until I say so”

A command Ghost wouldn’t, no, couldn’t ignore he wanted to please his dear Captain, Soap not satisfied with out an answer asks “what do you say”

“Ye-yes sir” Ghost stammered

Satisfied, Soap removed his slick covered fingers and moved them to his mouth, making sure to look Ghost in the eye while he licks every ounce of the slick coating his fingers

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you Si,” praising Ghost for being so good and listening to orders, licking his lips “mmhmm, I think I want some more”

Inserting his fingers in Ghost once more relishing the moan Ghost let’s out, this routine of edging and praise goes on for what feels like forever to Ghost, begging for Soap to do more

Soap knew what Ghost wanted, he wanted it too, it was getting unbearable to not be doing more, his hard cock begging to be released from the confines of Soaps pants and plunged into Ghost wet pussy, in one smooth moment Soap pulls his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock, hard and leaking pre cum

Lifting Ghost off his lap as if he weighed nothing, moving them to the desk in front of them he laid Ghost on the desk, lifting his bound legs over John’s shoulders, moving Ghosts shirt up and over his head, giving Soap access to Ghosts chest, kissing, biting and groping Ghost, eliciting moans, Ghost bucking his hips, begging for Soap

Soap wanted to, no it was more that that

He needed make Ghost his, mind and body, heart and soul,

He needed to mark every inch of Ghost,

He needed to let everyone know Lieutenant Riley was his, and no one could take that from him

Soap he knew he couldn’t mark all of Ghosts body so he’d have to settle for a few locations, his inner thigh, chest and neck

Slowly, at first, inserting himself into Ghost elliseting a loud moan from Ghost, Soap wanted to Simon to feel everything slowly. He started by going from tip to base, in and out, every time he slowly pulled out to the tip, nearly pulling out completely every time, then thrusting quickly back in, every thrust had Ghost moaning, arching his back, bucking his hips, clawing at Soap’s back, and all the while Soap was loosing it little by little, each thrust getting harder and harder, kissing and biting the tender skin of Ghost chest and neck harder than before

“Sir, please,“ Ghost pleaded “I can’t take much more”

One last thrust shakes the desk from its strength, Soap removed himself from Ghost, making him wine in discontent at the loss of his Captain’s cock

“Last as long as you can” Soap teases before dropping to his knees, biting Ghosts inner thigh getting closer with each bite to Ghosts sopping pussy, teasingly licking around his lips, once, twice

Licking Ghosts clit has him moaning and arching his back, making Soap grin, finally plunging his tongue into his pussy, Ghost grabs Soaps hair shoving his head harder into his pussy legs squeezing Soaps head, it’s not long of this when Soap needs to breathe but Ghost hasn’t cum yet, and he refuses to stop until Ghost cums, and he’s still being held in place by Ghost’s thighs and hands, squeezing harder pushing his face farther into his pussy, dying like this would be an honor, a passing thought as Soap moves his hands, grabbing at the soft flesh of Simon’s thighs, moving one to play with Simon’s clit, the other providing extra stimulation to his pussy

Grip tightening on Soaps hair, moaning “sir, I-I can’t,” Simon cries “I’m gonna cum”

Soaps neglected cock aches as his lover cums, he tries to lick up as much cum as he can, not wanting to waste a single drop of this heavenly elixir, Soap is finally released from Simons thighs, his hands releasing their grip on his hair

Soap stands, leaning over Simon, eyes full of ecstasy and love, basking in how his lover looks in the after glow, looking Simon in the eye,

“You taste like heaven”

“Ca-Captain,” Ghost pants “let me, please let me pleasure you too”

Untying Ghosts wrists and ankles, kissing up and down his arms and legs, praising how good he did, how good he tastes, eventually he’s sat back in his office chair, aching cock, neglected in favor of his lover, Simon weakly gets off the desk and on his knees resting his head on Soaps inner thigh

“Please, let me help you”

A curt nod from Soap is all the confirmation needs to start, licking the pre cum that leaked from base to tip, licking once more from base to the tip has John shivering at how good it felt, kissing around the tip Ghost wants to go slow, show his Captain how much he loves him, he wants to show John as much love as he received and more, more pre cum leaks out, Ghost licks it quickly, enveloping the head in his mouth, licking the slit more, bringing his head down Ghost envelopes more of Soaps cock in his mouth, pushing to the base

“Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good Si” Johnnys head fell back as he moaned, hands gripping the arm rests, resisting the urge to grip Simon’s hair and keeping his face pressed flush against his pelvis, Simon continues bobbing his head from base to tip occasionally removing his mouth entirely to kiss and lick the tip, relishing the state he’s put John in, head thrown back, chest heaving, hands gripping the arm rests so tight his knuckles turned white

Simon knew he could draw this out for a while if he wanted to, teasing Johnny sounded like fun, he wanted to hear the desperate moans fall from his lips, see him squirm because of him, Simon removed his mouth completely much to John’s dismay, his head moving to look Simon in the eye

“Why” he panted

Simon only smiled remembering what John had said only minutes prior “I wanted to look you in the eye when I said this, I wanna hear you, so last as long as you can”

This made John’s heart beat faster, his breathing hastening, cock leaking more pre cum, god, he thought using my own words against me grip getting impossibly tighter, when Simon licked the pre cum John let a moan escape

“yeah,” Simon teased “just like that”

With that Simon enveloped John’s cock completely in one go, making him moan, pleasure coursing through his body, Simon kept bobbing his head up and down John’s cock, every movement make him moan and pant louder, soon though John can’t take any more

“I-I can’t take much more Si” he pants “I’m gonna cum”

Simon doesn’t stop, he wants to swallow everything his Captain releases, and he does with fervor, swallowing every last drop, not letting any thing go to waste, when he’s done he rests his head against John’s thigh once more both their eyes glazed over, once heavy breathing calming down, when John leans over and picks Simon up to sit on his lap, holding him close, kissing him tasting himself on his lovers tongue

———

Johnny picks up Simon, out the office, through the master bedroom and into the master bath, a heater already going making the whole room warm and comfortable, John set Simon down on counter but not before putting a towel down, he didn’t need his love being sat on a cold counter without pants or underwear

Softly, John speaks “I’ll start a bath, and we can clean you up yeah”

Not waiting for a reply he separates from Simon to start the bath, being extremely diligent to make sure the water’s temperature is perfect, once done he returns to Simon, holding him close, kissing up and down his neck while the bath fills

Simon had already been stripped butt naked, so when the bath was ready John put him in, but John still had almost all his clothes on

“You gonna join me?” Simon’s head lulled to the side to face John, pleading eyes he couldn’t say no to, not that he wanted to at this moment

“Aye, give me a sec” with that John undresses, he grabs a wash cloth before getting in behind Simon, head resting on his shoulder, large arms wrapped around the smaller man’s torso, kissing praises into said shoulder

Diligently, John starts to wipe Simon down, starting with his inner thigh, extra careful around the bite marks, but still ensuring they get clean

Simon sighed, content, leaning further into John relishing the moment

“You’re so good to me Johnny”

Pausing a moment as John processed what Simon said, “you’re so good to me, Johnny” why wouldn’t he be, in his eyes Simon deserves the world and John would do anything to make it happen, why would he think he deserves anything less

“I only give you what you deserve” John hummed “now, let’s get to bed, I want to hold you”

Should I cross post this to Ao3? I kinda want to.

I might