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There'd Better Be a Mirrorball | Azriel x OFC [part thirteen]
Summary: Azriel attends dinner. The skies provide a bit of comfort, if perhaps not clarity.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: angst, yearning, betrayal, lying, slight deceit, Elain attempting to court Azriel, miscommunication, intentional miscommunication, conflicting emotions, Eowyn in a bad place and Azriel doesn't know what to do
a/n: its been a long minute and I sincerely apologize for that! i got busy around halloween and then with the election results I was just... too upset and disappointed to do anything. but fear not, i haven't completely lost my mojo! sorry for the delay and the slight heartbreak, i promise its gonna get better, it just needs to get a little worse (oops!), also a special shoutout to those that reached out to me to make sure I'm still alive and doing well, thank you guys so much it really means a lot to me <3
Minors, do not interact.
part twelve
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"She's been loop-the-looping around my mind
Her motorcycle boots give me this kind of
Acrobatic blood, concertina
Cheating heartbeat, rapid fire"
- Arctic Monkeys, She's Thunderstorms
He notes, if perhaps a bit absentmindedlyâ as he tries his very best to focus on anything but the growing nervousness in the pit of his stomachâ that heâs never quite looked at himself in a mirror for this long.
His clothes werenât too much to cry about, a simple buttoned up black shirt tailor made to accommodate not only his size but his wings as well, and his black pants were casual if perhaps a little more formal than his usual clothes. He couldnât well go to dinner with Eowyn in his leathers.
He huffed as he adjusted the simple silver cufflinks on his sleeve, reminding himself once again that it was a casual dinner with friends in a group setting, it wasnât a date, but the thought of sitting with her, sharing a meal with herâ he wouldnât allow himself to linger on the thought of fixing her plate for her unless he wanted his pants to tighten uncomfortably for the rest of the evening (considering he had no time to take care of the issue before dinner)â and whatâs more, to possibly have the opportunity to see what she hides behind her veil made the tingles of nervousness to bite at him once again.
Fixing his hair, although he only pushed it from one side to the other and then pushed it back in frustration when it didnât fall the way he wanted it, he pulled himself away from his reflection, figuring there was nothing more he could do and finally slipped out into the hall towards the dining area.
Before he could hear the people in the room, his shadows rushed back to him, reporting on Cassian, Nesta, and Gwynâs attendance but not yet Eowynâs. Figuring it was best if he came in before she did, lest she think he was late, he calmly strode in and nodded in greeting at his friends who cheered upon seeing him, already seeming a few glasses into the wine.
âAm I late?â He asked with a raised eyebrow, finding himself in a rather pleasant mood, if not to say excited.
âJust in time,â Cassian assured him good-naturedly but Azriel needed to only spare him a glance to notice there was something only slightly off about his brother. Unlike Nesta and Gwyn who seemed in rather bright spirits as they both went into the kitchen to bring more wine, Cassian didnât seem to be drinking at all, his face a little more serene than usual.
âSurprised you agreed to this,â Cassian admitted to him when the girls were out of earshot.
âWhy?â Azriel shook his head, as he took a seat, directly in front of his brother to leave them both room for their wings.
âI just.. didnât think you were interested in her,â Cassian admitted, much to Azrielâs confusion. Hadnât Cassian been the one pushing Eowyn and Azriel to train together, hadnât he been the one to gossip to Rhys about his feelings, feelings he could barely even admit to himself, having been so hurt so often by his choicesâ and he was surprised?
But before Azriel could answer him, Gwyn and Nesta came back in, not yet tipsy but seeming just a little lighter than usual. Their light idle chatter filled the space as they set the items down, followed by the feast the house thoughtfully spawned out for them.
Nesta immediately took her seat at the head of the table to Cassianâs right, leaving her between Cassian and himself, while Gwyn sat on the one directly next to Azriel. He tried to not be bothered by it and the fact that it would leave Eowyn in the seat diagonal to him.
Gwyn grinned widely, if perhaps a bit abashedly at him as she placed the bottle down on the table.
With that action came the realization that the table only had four sets of silverware.
âHere, try this,â he looked up to find a blushing Gwyn gently stacking a small cracker with a creamy spread and thin cold cut of meat for him to try. He felt himself go pale at the forward act.
Food sharing was sacred among fae. No female shared food, especially directly feeding anyone that wasnât already part of their families. This was solely an act of courtship, something he truly didnât want to entertain, despite the way heâd seen Gwynâs eyes following him wherever he went.
Azriel felt at a loss, not knowing how to proceed. What if in an attempt to spare Gwynâs feelings, he accepted the food and gave her the wrong idea? What if Eowyn walked in and thought the same thing? But what if he disrespected Gwynâs kind act by rejecting her and ruining the entire dinner?
Since when did he overthink things so much?
âIâ thank you,â he tried to smile graciously, but both the words and his facial expression gave away his awkwardness.
His shadows flurried around him in offense at her forwardness.
He took the offered food from her, careful not to touch her as he did and took a small bite.
She watched him with wide expectant eyes. âWhat do you think?â
âItâs⊠good,â he cleared his throat to fill the silence.
âThank you,â she blushed harder, either from his response or out of embarrassment, he wasnât sure.
âYou ladies cook all of this yourselves?â Cassian saved him, the mood lifting with his playful incredulity as he raised a suspicious eyebrow at his mate.
âWe had help,â Nesta rolled her eyes.
âWe?â He continued to tease, causing Gwyn to laugh lightly, eyes sparkling in glee despite the lingering awkwardness from her interaction with Azriel.
âNesta made a beautiful layout,â Gwyn defended, waving a hand over the board containing a variety of cheeses, cold meats, and spreads. âWynnie helped us with a few side dishes and I roasted the chicken and vegetables,â she grinned proudly.
Azriel felt his heart leap at the sound of her name. It offered him the perfect segue to ask about her.
âWhen is she coming? Is she alright?â
They all turned to look at him and several things happened all at once.
Azriel wondered for a brief second how anyone thought he could make a living out of noticing those kinds of things. He was supposed to be a Spymaster, for Cauldronâs sake! He was supposed to be aware of everything in every room all at once, and yet he hadnât noticedâ or perhaps, heâd willingly chosen to ignoreâ that which was so glaringly obvious the second he stepped into the dining room: Eowyn wasnât here.
Still, all he could do was gather all at once every intake of breath, the barely noticeable gasp leaving Nestaâs lips, the twitch to Gwynâs jaw and the way her gaze droppedâ every minuscule movement everyone in the room made at any given point to give away something they were hiding. Seeking what they knew.
All at once he noticed the way Cassianâs head snapped up to look at his mate, his eyebrows furrowed in a way that spoke of both accusation and betrayal. Gwyn, who was filling a plate either for him or herself froze in place and focused on the plate for a second before looking up at him with something akin to betrayal in her gaze, while Nesta merely stopped chewing on her own bite of cheese and cracker for a second before continuing her slow mastication, gray eyes set firmly on the food she was piling on her plate.
âEowyn isnât joining us tonight,â she said simply, all wine playfulness gone.
âWhy not?â he couldnât help but snarl under his breath and this felt much too familiar, much like when heâd snapped at Gwyn the night before as she told him Eowynâs decision to stop training with him.
âWell, she⊠said she didnât want to intrude,â this time Gwyn spoke up, seeming recovered enough to speak although her tone was more questioning than telling. He turned to her and noticed the pink tinge to her cheeks and the glow in her eye was gone, replaced by a paleness to her skin and a distant countenance. âShe helped with dinner, but said she didnât want to be a fifth wheel on our double date.â
He remained silent at that, head blank despite his boiling blood.
âI see,â he spoke stiltedly after a minute of silence.
The tension in the room could be cut with even the dullest of blades and yet there was nothing anyone could do to bring back the lightness. Gwyn, seeming recovered enough, straightened her back and jutted out her chin. âYou came because you thought she would be here?â She confirmed, although they all knew at that point it wasnât necessary.
Azriel had made it clear to all at this point without needing to say a single word that he cared about Eowyn. Everyone knew. It wasnât a secret he was trying to keep, he cared about her, that much they all knew. Just how much he cared, he was only starting to figure out himself.
âYes,â he replied simply yet honestly, wanting nothing more than to get up and leave the room and possibly hunt Eowyn down and demand an explanation.
He thought back to the conversation theyâd had that day, attempting to recall her wording.
Sheâd told him the girls were making dinner and asked if he wanted to join. He wanted to both kick himself for not confirming her presence and scold her for not correcting him when he said heâd see her at dinner. Wanted to rip his own heart out to justify the unrelenting pressure on his chest.
âYou love her,â again, she stated rather than asked.Â
Azriel remained silent however, and that was all anyone needed to know.
â
He considered going straight to the library and storming into her office to demand an apology, but most importantly, an explanation for her clear deception.Â
After the disastrous dinner heâd been blindsided into joining (a rather brief encounter) he found himself taking to the skies instead, needing to clear his head.
He considered everything that had happened in the last few days, or rather, the last few months of his life.
He flew for hours, relishing in the exertion on his back, the soreness of his cold wings, but all he could think about, every possible thought he had, always led back to her and how sheâd crept her way into his life
Heâd found herâŠinteresting at first, that he couldnât deny.Â
Heâd always noticed a quiet spark under those captivating black eyes, a certain knowing look that was both thrilling and challenging in a way few dared to look at him with. She was a breath of fresh air and she was a mystery to him, and the more time they spent together and the more he uncovered the layers that made her her, the more he grew immeasurable fond of her.
Heâd sworn, after his brief disappointing fling with Elain, that he would not allow himself to fall in yet another pit of unrequited love.
Heâd sworn off females for the sake of his growing desperation for belonging, for a mate, and heâd given up on seeking it and trying to force it to happen with females that were either uninterested in him entirely but were too kind to tell him straight off, or were barely interested in something short while and empty.
That had not been the same with Eowyn. Mostly because his interest in her wasnât based off of his attraction to her (at least at first) but derived from a curiosity that mightâve remained friendly if not slightly distant had they not spent almost every day together, training in the morning and as of more recently, spending a few hours together in the few and far between occasions he wasnât needed elsewhere.Â
He had subconsciously sought her out every instance he could, and while the itch to see her hadnât come to him all at once, it was undeniable and ever present now.
While he was self-aware enough to admit that his attraction to her hadnât spawned in a day, but through the small intimacies shared, the trust and friendship theyâd built, as there wasnât anything licentious rooted in their relationship. He hadnât salivated after her like some kind of beast, hadnât even considered crossing any lines with her that went beyond their respective roles as trainer and trainee, for despite the fact that priestesses in Prythian werenât generally considered pious and virginal maidens, these priestesses were special.
This group of females resided there to stay away from males lusting after them.
Eowyn was never outwardly flirtatious and outspoken, but she was also not meek and docile.Â
She was like an impending storm, she was the anticipation between a bolt of lighting and its following thunder. And like a raging rainstorm that had begun in the furthest distance, raging closer with a speed that bade it impossible to escape yet took itâs righteous time to flank him entirely, the tempest was upon him now and despite his careful precautions, he was now caught amidst its chaos and found he never wanted to leave after witnessing its splendor.
He cared not about mates, not anymore.Â
He didnât even care if she didnât want him the way he wanted her, he simply found he couldnât be without her. It was beyond the fact that no one truly understood him like she did, no, it wasnât about him. It was about the privilege of knowing someone like her.Â
Heâd had a taste of divinity every time he was near her, and he didnât know how he would go on if he could no longer be by her side, in whatever way she wanted him.
He couldnât be selfish, not when it came to her. He didnât know what had been done to her, didnât know if she was interested in males, interested in him, but he would never expect anything of her. Not when it came to that.
In his roiling thoughts, he wondered if heâd come off too intensely in their last few meetings. He wondered if heâd scared her off by hovering over as close as he could to hear about her well-being. He wondered if⊠wondered if his pathetic attempt to kiss her had made her think he was an animal of a male who sought nothing more than sex.
He wondered if she cared about him even half as much as he cared about her.
With his jumbled hurt and angry thoughts that merely circled and intertwined in his mind, he found no answers to his growing list of questions and doubts. He was, however, exhausted after flying for five hours straight, and found he couldnât feel properly surprised when the shadows heâd left behind to guard the library entrance rushed to tell him Eowyn was waiting in the greenhouse.
She sat with her legs crossed on top of a sturdy windowsill at the furthest wall, looking outside with her back to the entrance.
He bit his tongue to hold back from scolding her for it, for her lack of precaution and safety.
âYouâre angry,â she stated, rather than asked.Â
Not wanting to risk snapping at her and driving her further away, he remained silent.
She sighed at his lack of response and twisted around to face him, although it accomplished nothing as he noted that despite her loose hair, her face was still covered entirely so that he couldnât even see her eyes.
âI would be too,â she continued.
âWould you,â he snarled through his teeth.
âYes,â she replied immediately, latching onto his response, âI would. Because what I did was idiotic and insensitiveââÂ
âDonât do that,â he cut her off, âdonât try to empathize with me by putting yourself down.â
She stilled and her back straightened, suddenly looking away and he noticed for the first time that she sat next to Thelxie, and that the once bright and proud flora now dropped sadly at her side, wilting.
She turned to him fully then, legs hanging over the side, back straight and if he could see her eyes, he knew he would see them looking straight at him.
She only gave him a brief nod before speaking. âAsk your questions then.â
Again, he was faced with the closed off and cold Eowyn. He narrowed his eyes at her in disbelief, a pang of guilt and self-deprecation eating at him as he watched her put her true mask on and push him away. For a second, sheâd acted like herself, if perhaps layering it on rather thick to get on his good side, but could he not even express justified anger at her clear betrayal without her slinking back into a shell of who she was?
The anger that had been directed at her suddenly turned inward and he chastised himself for it, for he knew better than to allow a blinding and useless emotion such as anger get in the way. He breathed deeply and tried to let the rise of emotions ease into a steady stream.
âWhy did you lie to me?â
âI didnât,â she replied, her voice cool and tempered and he realized that in the few seconds it had taken him to calm himself down, she had used that time to do the same and strengthen the walls she erected around herself. Dammit. âEverything I told you about my fatherâ about myself, is true-â
âNot that,â the wave of anger tacked him yet he relented against it, for heâd had much time to think and he now came to realize that although sheâd clearly made rather important omissions to her story, she had been truthful in everything sheâd shared. Intimacy like that could not be fabricated. âYou think youâre so clever, inviting me to dinner with Nesta and Gwyn and not correcting me when I said Iâd see you there?â
She remained silent for a beat and he knew, without seeing her face, that she was gaping at him. âI- technically, thatâs not a lieââ
âEowyn,â he snapped.
She sighed, âIâve no excuse for that,â she spoke quickly and sharply, âthat was just me being a coward and not wanting to explain everything after training, and, well-â she turned her head to look at her plant, gathered herself and spoke with the same speed, if perhaps a bit stiltedly, âGwyn likes you. Thatâs all I would hear, every time I came back to myself from those horrible visions. She was by my side and she would tell me you were waiting outside the library walls, always so attentive and caring, and always so kind to her and anyone that would share a bit of news of your dear friend, and she asked me if Iâ if it would bother me if she asked you to dinner, and why would it? Sheâs the kindest fae Iâve ever met, sheâs brilliant, sheâs funny and sweet and beautiful and you deserve nothing lessââ
âEowynââ
â-and I know I shouldâve asked you first,â she nodded quickly, hands fidgeting in her lap, âI know I shouldâve, but I was so weary⊠so tired, and I didnât want to talk about what the herbalist said, and I just wanted you to give you both⊠an opportunity.â
If he thought his emotions were jumbled before, they were nothing but a mere puddle in the raging ocean within him now. âEowyn, that wasnât your decision to make,â he stated simply, unable to hold his words back, even as she nodded again and hung her head, âdo you think I donât know how she looks at me? You think my shadows donât keep me aware of her reactionsâ of anyoneâs reactions to me? Iâve been the target of peopleâs lust just as often as Iâve been the object of their hatred, their fear and disgust. I donât mean to sound arrogant,â he frowned, feeling uncomfortable speaking in such a haughty way, âbut if I wanted Gwyn, I would be with her. She is not the one I want.â
Eowyn gripped the windowsill tightly, her back ramrod straight. âYouâre right,â she spoke after a moment of silence, âIâm sorry for deceiving you and for justâ going about this all wrong. I shouldâve asked you. She shouldâve asked you without me being in the middle, but she thought she could trust me and I went and fucked it all up.â
âShe should have asked me herself,â he found himself agreeing, listening to her breath as it halted for a beat longer, her only tell in an otherwise unmoved reaction. âThat way, I wouldâve been clear that I have no interest in her.â
âRight,â she murmured, sufficiently agreeably if perhaps dismissively, âare we not going to talk about the pegasus in the room?â
And while he wanted to push and prod at her to understand why she was actively trying to push him onto her friend after their own day together in the obsidian cave, he knew the subject could not be ignored for much longer.Â
âAre you a witch?â
She sighed. âItâs complicated,â she pushed herself off her seat and paced in front of him, one hand resting on her hip while they other pinched the bridge of her nose, âeverything I told you about myself is true, I havenât lied about that, butââ
âAre you a witch?â He repeated.
âYes,â she snapped, and stopped pacing for a second before she continued, âor I was. I donât have access to my power anymore.â
His eyebrows furrowed at that, âwhy not?â And while he was at it, âand why didnât you tell me?â
âOut of safety,â she turned to him and he couldnât see her face but he knew that if he could she would be looking at him with incredulity. âYouâre telling me you wouldnât have told your High Lord Iâm a witch the second you knew? As a matter of fact, why havenât I received a visit from the High Lord?â She crossed her arms and looked around as if Rhys would spawn out of thin air.
He frowned at her. âI havenât told him, and I find it quite offensive youâd suggest otherwise.â
âIs it?â She tilted her head, âdonât you âlive to serveâ?â
His frown deepened, not liking her tone, âdonât use my own words against me.â
âOh thatâs right,â she continued, âyou needed to confirm with me first, right? Well go ahead and tell him what you want, itâs not like Iâd be of any use to him anyway. I have no way to access my powers even if I wanted to.â
âStop that,â he scolded, âstop trying to antagonize me.â
âIâm not,â she snapped, suddenly standing before him with her arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted up and he knew that her obsidian eyes were looking straight at him, âIâm simply stating the truth, and if Iâm being entirely honest, I donât blame you: having a witch at your disposal wouldâve been helpful during the fight with Hybern but unfortunately for you, there was nothing I couldâve done to help you.â
âI havenât told Rhys,â he repeated, needing her to understand that. âI wouldnât.â
âBut you thought about it,â it wasnât a reproach, it was a statement of fact. She knew him well enough to know his duty always came first to him. He was a soldier, he was a warrior and not only was he loyal to his High Lord based on his unfaltering belief in him, but he also held an innate sense of pride in his Court that was as deep-rooted as it was repressed, having been an outcast to his own homeland. Eowyn knew him well enough to know he would have at least briefly considered going to Rhysand.
âItâs fine,â she repeated, almost to herself as if it were a mantra, âNot many⊠know about that. Only Clotho and now you, but Iâm-â she sighed and shook her head, âIâm not who you think I am.â
âWhy didnât you tell me before?â He took a step forward but stopped when she took a step back.
âI just told you,â she snapped again, but it no longer sounded as firm and decisive as before. âNo one knows. No one is supposed to know, and if you knew even half of what I used to be⊠of what they all expect me to be, you wouldnât be having this pleasant little conversation with me.â
âThen tell me,â and although his tone was firm, it was out of desperation and need more than anger and frustration. âNothing you can tell me will change what I know-â
âYou-â
ââbecause I know you and donât you dare say I donât. I know you, Eowyn-â
âNo, you-â
âI do,â he insisted, refusing to let her cut him off, âI may not know all the details of what youâve done or what youâve been through,â and when he stepped towards her that time she didnât pull away, so he gently took one of her hands and held it between them, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles in a soothing caress, âbut I know who you are.â
She remained silent and said nothing more for a long moment before pulling her hand away from his.
âIâm sorry⊠for what happened today,â she began and the way she collected herself and shifted slightly, looking over his shoulder and towards the door told him she had not and would not budge on the subject, âit was a mistake.â
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So Gokuluck has a dog theme.
I donât think Iâm bringing you any breaking news by saying this, they do kind of beat you over the head with it. But! What you might not know is that three of the four are based on specific dog breeds! Iâd like to talk a little about them and how those breeds relate to their personalities. Iâll even give you a little info about the dogs themselves and their history, because in at least one case it does tie into the character! I don't think I've ever seen anyone specifically talk about this so I wanted to fill that gap in.
A fun detail: all three of them are based on Japanese protected heritage breeds*, their relevant breed shows up in their last name. Almost all of the heritage breeds are some variety of working dog, and to put it delicately they donât have easy-to-handle personalities. So weâre already starting off entirely on brand.
"hey raz where's yuto" he's busy not having anything in his name that refer to a specific breed (though there's still a reference in there because, you know, Inukai) so we're just assuming he's a generic mutt ok
*This is the closest translation I got in terms of something that has an English equivalent. Basically there's an association in Japan called the Nihon Ken Hozonkai which was formed to promote and protect breeds seen as historically important, and all of these are protected breeds!
Ryoga Tosa: Tosa Inu
While he uses the MC name Pitbull, his actual namesake is not a pitbull-alike but still a molossiform breed! I couldnât tell you if the Tosa Inu has what would widely be considered the definitive pitbull breed (American Staffordshire Terrier) in its breed lineage but just by looking I would be very surprised if that were the case, theyâre much more on the mastiff end of things.
So, while the other two breeds are hunting dogs, the Tosa Inu has a very different purpose. Theyâre fighting dogs. In fact, dog fighting rings are still active in some parts of Japan, just quite rare, and you can only do dog fighting with a Tosa (important note: this does not make it morally justifiable for obvious reasons, if I even have to say that.) Japanese dogfights have rules against dogs barking or growling so Tosas rarely make vocalizations.
Well, I wouldnât say a speech disorder is directly comparable to that but I do think itâs a neat little reference of sorts. The rest is kind of obvious, I think. Ryoga was basically used as an attack dog by the gang that he joined.
Shion Kaida: Kai Ken
Kai Ken have the reputation of being the easiest to handle out of the heritage breeds. I should note thatâs not saying a lot, these are not breeds intended to be companion dogs.
That aside...this is somewhat unusual for a hunting dog, since they need to be independent on some level in order to range outwards from their handler while doing their job. While Kai Ken still are aloof compared toâŠ.say, a Labrador, thatâs not an entirely fair comparison. They also were primarily used as pack hunters so theyâre much more amiable around other dogs than most of the heritage breeds. Seems appropriate for the most relaxed person in the group!
Kai Ken are very visually striking, because all Kai Ken have the brindle mutation! This gives them the appearance of having tiger stripes, to the point that another name for the Kai Ken is âTora Kenâ (lit. tiger dog.) Thereâs three colors that occur in the breed: red, brown, and black brindle. As far as I know albinism isnât any more or less common within the breed than it is any other dogs (for the record, some breeds have disproportionate tendencies towards albinism) but hey, his whole deal is he stands out when he doesnât necessarily want to, right?
Kenta Mikoshiba: Shiba Inu
Shiba Inu are by a long shot the most famous breed on this, so you might already be aware they haveâŠstrong personalities. Theyâre often described as being almost feline in behavior. They are exceptionally stubborn and have a reputation as being hard to work with.
Well, that sure doesnât sound like anyone we know. Funny enough what doesnât fit is like most of the other heritage breeds they arenât very loud or barky, though this is more a quirk of falling within the general category of âprimitive breedsâ (sorry for the name, itâs just a term for dogs who are closer to wolves.) Wolves donât really vocalize much, barking is actually a pup behavior and dogs are in part neotenized wolves, soâŠyeah! Itâs also convenient for humans since it means dogs act as an early warning system for anything theyâd see as a threat. Predators, natural disasters, mailmenâŠ
Side note: Shionâs nickname of Shibaken for him is just another name for the breed. I feel like if this came out in 2014 there would be at least one fan translator who would translate it as âShibe.â I defy you to tell me Iâm wrong. Also I can't help but think him being intensely online isn't somehow inspired by Shibas being kind of an internet meme.
Conclusion
And thatâs my little mini essay on GokuLuck! I donât have anything super detailed in me yet on account of the reading Hume thatâs taken over my life (help) but I hope that helps you understand them a little better and/or you got a few neat dog facts out of this! :>
#gokuluck#paralive#paradox live#shion kaida#ryoga tosa#kenta mikoshiba#one of these days i'm gonna do a thing on the design elements in shion's designs that are supposed to show his isolation from humanity#rest assured i am thinking about all of them a lot
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itâs so hard out here as an abedison disliker
#the truest repairman posts#These tags are long as shit sorry#im not fandom tagging this one because itâs not really about that itâs more like.#Guys I donât see itâŠ#At ALL#and obviously I know why I donât but it feels like sometimes Iâm just pulling the âcanât people be friendsâ card which sucks#And is NOT the argument Iâm trying I can assure you#I donât see it in a romantic or even. Even a qpr way??#They just seem like friends to me?#Even then I always see people singing the praises of their dynamic in s6 (obviously helped by the fact that Alison and Danny are friends#which is lovely obviously) but even then ehhhh. Itâs not that compelling#Theyâre friends and I appreciate their relationship the same as I enjoy the rest of the group and their interpersonal connections#The things people point out to just come across personally like character moments between them? Not romantic in the slightest?#Even when they kissed- usually I can find a lot of appreciation for canon relationships in shows I like#Even if I disagree with the characterisation#But it really just felt like capital N Nothing to me#Also#As Iâve made very clear#I am a lesbian Annie truther 100%#I just donât think I could ever read her another way without taking out the foundation of her character in my mind#And idk I dig non binary abed perspectives but they arenât the ones I tend to examine the show with#Any more than I use the perspective that heâs queer as in peculiar as much as queer as in Queer#All this said 100% respect to the abedison shippers out there you do excellent work#Itâs just not for me#Anti abedison#I want to clarify this post is NOT anti abedison at all but I donât want people who are just having a nice time to have to see this
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Speaking of birthday... How did Fleetway Super Sonic's birthday go? You only write Sonic and scourge birthdays
It's 'cause I'm more used to writing their characters and because this blog is more focused on them due to being ship centric lmao. Also because I headcanon neither Sonic nor Scourge are crazy about the idea of being around Super for his birthday, so it's difficult to write him even in the periphery of their povs
Super's birthday was probably very nice!!! I imagine Ebony would want to spoil him a little, as he's never had his own birthday before. Any cheesy birthday decorations the freedom fighters end up in possession of get dumped on the doorstep of the Groovy Train, so those get hung up instantly. They make the cake from scratch, and they invite all of Super's friends around for the party, and regulars at the cafe wish him a happy birthday if they're there on the day, or wish him happy birthday in advance if they aren't going to be there! Super might groan and fuss and get embarrassed under all the attention - he came from Sonic, and he's still a teenager, so he's still got pride - but he does really appreciate it. I like to think they take a family photo, which promptly gets hung on the wall a few days later and makes Super smile every time he sees it
#sonic the hedgehog#asks#headcanon#fleetway super sonic#sorry fdshfsadhj writing a fic about super's birthday WOULD be nice#but alas.... i do need to at least try to keep this blog focused on the ship it's centered around#i'd have to include sonic and scourge in it to post it here#and i'm having a lot of trouble envisioning a scenario where they'd WANT to be around for his birthday#considering sonic has Baggage and scourge doesn't care#rest assured i was thinking about the lad#it's just often difficult to include him in fics as sonic and scourge aren't really interested in him#and if they aren't there then the fic doesn't really fit the theme of this blog#but i do love him and think about the groovy train family a lot#couch-house's art and fics about them live rent free in my head at all times. highly recommend them#also @ the anon with the request: i see u i promise i will get around to it eventually bc i am!!! intrigue!!!!
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been having an overwhelming on and off feeling of dread all day over the thought of opening my email or getting a text or whatever and itâs Yet Another job rejection. like good god thatâd fucking kill me
#Iâm so tired of this dude#like I was pretty confident about this but. idk Iâve been turned down so many fucking times now and places have gotten my hopes up#just to let me down every single time and I just canât help but feel like rejection is inevitable. cause im always rejected#note: I have been applying for jobs since January and have gotten exactly two (2) interviews that whole time.#kibumblabs#itâs only been a day but. idk#I am not going to be able to truly rest until I know the outcome despite how much I am dreading the possible outcome#and I donât feel good reassuring myself and telllng myself it went well because thatâd just be setting me up for a bigger letdown#man I wish they just gave me some kind of assurance on the spot#I think it isnât helping that Iâve been super isolated recently#only one of my friends irl has been talking to me the last two weeks or so#and I know itâs realistically probably because school started but. idk no texts or anything#considering how things have gone this year overall mainly re: my ex and what he tells people I just feel like itâd be on brand at this#point for them to all want to stop associating with me and cut me off like my ex did and one of my close childhood friends did this year#I really donât trust anyone anymore and I wish I could but when things are dead silent for a week or more it becomes kinda impossible#I wonder if any of them will talk to me voluntarily any time soon#I am not confident#lots of waiting lots of being alone lots of nothing
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request: was thinking about that one video thatâs like âmy wife, sheâll get upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chestâ âi am your wifeâ and then the heart monitor starts going crazy and that put a doctor remus idea in my head after r gets out of surgery/is on anesthesia for something or other
Thanks for requesting!
cw: hospital, mention of surgery
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ⥠855 words
Lots of people would probably be happy to have their significant other visit them at work, but as it turns out, Remus really doesnât like it. Heâs used to seeing patients post-op, and yet somehow when itâs you it feels sad, all those tubes and wires connected to his girl. The fluorescent lighting turns your complexion wan and the wary frown on your lips as a nurse checks your vitals makes Remusâ heart feel like a bruise.Â
It helps some when you notice his entry and they stretch into a dopey smile instead.Â
âHi, dove.â His voice is soft and smitten, an automatic reaction to seeing you that heâs already heard the new residents commenting on in the break room. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âIâm okay.â You tug at the sheets on your bed. Ball them in your fists like you might be nervous. âMy stomach hurts a little.âÂ
âThatâs normal,â Remus assures you, even as his stomach dips in sympathy. He sits on the edge of your bed, taking your hand and beginning to draw tight circles into the inside of your wrist. âIf it starts to hurt worse, or badly at all, you should let me know, alright?âÂ
âOkay.â Your voice has quieted slightly, your eyes following the motion of his thumb on your skin. You glance at the nurse as though checking if she sees. Remus feels his lips tip up bemusedly.Â
âEverything alright?â he asks the nurse.
She smiles at the both of you, passing him a clipboard. âSheâs stable, ready to move when youâd like.âÂ
âThanks,â he says, reading over your vitals quickly after she leaves. He sets the clipboard down and gives your hand a squeeze. If your heart monitor gives a quick beep, he pretends not to notice. âYouâre all set, lovely girl. Weâll get you to your own room in just a bit.âÂ
You nod, not seeming to hear him. You look to be gnawing on the inside of your lip.Â
âHey, donât do that,â Remus says gently, thumbing it free. Your eyes widen, and he drops his thumb to your chin, looking you in the eyes. âIs something the matter?â
You rub your lips together hesitantly. Itâs normal to have a small fever after surgery, but your face feels suspiciously warm. âI just, um, I have a boyfriend.âÂ
Remus feels his face split into an irrepressible grin. Heâd been wondering how the anesthesia would affect you. âYeah, dove,â he agrees, delighted, âI know you do.âÂ
âI donâtâŠâ Your eyes dart to where his thumb still rests on your chin, your shoulders gravitating towards your ears. âI think it would upset him if he knew you were touching me like this.âÂ
Truly, this could not be any better. Remus wishes heâd brought a video camera like James wanted him to. âI am your boyfriend, sweetheart.âÂ
Your expression freezes in place, but your heart monitor starts beeping loudly. Your eyes dart to it, alarm and embarrassment worsening, and Remus laughs, dropping his hand from your chin in favor of rubbing your shoulder until both you and the machine calm down.Â
âYou?â you ask. You appear nothing short of flabbergasted.Â
âYes.â He brings your hand to his smiling lips, kissing your knuckles as if to prove it. âWhy, are you surprised?âÂ
âYouâre serious,â you check. Remus has the opportunity to make a joke here, but he worries itâd only confuse you more.Â
âI am,â he says.Â
âBut youâre so handsome.â
Another laugh startles out of him. âAnd what do you think you are? Of course,â he gives your knuckles another brief peck just to see your eyes flare again, âI would love you no matter how you looked, but youâre a far cry from hideous yourself.âÂ
You look taken aback by this news as well. Remus is half tempted to find you a mirror.Â
Then you ask, voice soft as down feathers, âYou love me?âÂ
Something in Remusâ chest goes all warm and mushy. âI do,â he says sincerely. âI love you so much, sweetheart, sometimes I donât know what to do with it all.âÂ
You smile until your eyelashes kiss, and he canât resist cupping your face again, smoothing his thumb along the skin of your cheek.Â
âSo thatâs why youâre here?â you ask.Â
âWell,â he hesitates, âyes, but Iâm also here because I work here.âÂ
Your eyebrows raise. Your gaze dips to his white coat as if remembering it for the first time in a while. âOh. Youâre a doctor and my boyfriend?âÂ
âThatâs right.â He squints at you amusedly. âDid you think I just snuck in here in a white coat so I could see you?âÂ
âMy boyfriend is a doctor.â You donât seem to be talking to anyone in particular, perhaps just asking the universe for confirmation.Â
Remus decides to get back to business. âRight again, dove. I think itâs about time we get you to your room, yeah? Anything else I can do for you, anything you need?âÂ
âNope.â You lay your head back on the pillow, looking somehow more dazed than when heâd come in. âI think Iâm set. Like, probably for life.â
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Linked Universe Enterence p.3
Okay! So I have thoughts!!!!
First off, does anyone remember when JoJo shared those first snippets? How there was a fun little detail that suddenly disappeared when the comic actually became more than doodles?
Yeah, I'm talking about this guy
(Not the grouchy old man being offended, the owl LOL)
I know there's a chance I'm wrong, a big one at that, but I think it would be really cool if, if only for a short while, JoJo brought him back, even if it's just for this era of Hyrule. Let Time have his owl buddy!
Anyways, to the actual comic!
I noticed that the boys are all still together, so I'm guessing they're waiting until they come to a cross-roads to actually split up like Four advised last time. So we have that to look forwards to in the coming updates!
I love that she's really highlighting the similarities and differences in this arc, showing us who knows what and what they've done, but also the little things; both with owls and the antifairy!
I adore the Owlan reference/appearance!
And Time immediately agreeing about the "long, drawn out lectures part" made me laugh. (His expression, my Hylia!!!)
That is the face of a man who kept accidentally asking to "hear it again" and regrets it with every bone of his being LOL
It's good to see more call backs to the last comics too! Having Hyrule be wary of the statue because he remembers seeing it before, and Warriors agreeing, but also reminding that it didn't cause harm. The fact that Hyrule keeps his sword pointed at it though, wary, does say a lot about how cautious he's being all the same (Wild ought to take notes)
And of course this whole panel
Twilight's awkwardly trying to assure the rest without spilling the secret, Sky laughing and turning to look at Legend, and the fact that the vet is just so entirely done with even just the thought of being a rabbit. (I love his face, omgosh).
Te way I screamed "anti-fairy!" when I saw this, and then was so, so delighted that Legend and I had the same thought (I am unwell about this man).
I'm equally unwell about the fact that Legend just has to say "ouch" (which you only say at inconveniences and not real, actual hurts) and immediately everyone's turning, weapons out and ready to help him face...whatever. Like, he's fine, guys, but it's sweet you care (now Legend, please take note and realize you belong, you idiot)
Love that Time hears "fairy" and immediately is all ears. All the more so at the "anti" part. Man was raised by fairies and he absolutely doesn't like the idea of something that would hurt them.
Meanwhile Legend is just being freaking Haku (Spirited Away) over here!
Tell me you don't see it!!!!!!
Also, his casual use of magic to purify something, to just make it no longer a threat, rather than hurting it. That need to save EVERYONE is really showing through here, huh?
And immediately, everyone is shocked that he did that, but also what it means about fairies. About dark magic. But Time and Wars especially!
Gosh, just Legend's little worried face and Time's offense at the idea of fairies being corrupted and harmed. Shows a bit about them here too I think. Time is maybe slightly obsessed with fairies (reasonably so) and hates them being harmed, but he shows his worry on the matter in anger. legend, meanwhile, becomes more sombre, quieter: it bothers him too (maybe reminds him of a certain predecessor?)
Get this man a tiara, he's a freaking Disney Princess over here, good grief!!!! He's carrying fairy food on what? The slim chance he has time to stop and feed them? Honestly, i know he's probably as attached to fairies as Time (although with a healthier relationship with them), but this is just too cute. this man is going to be the death of me!!!
Anyways, here's the bonuses!!!!
SUN APPEARANCE!!!!!!!! We have a canon Sun appearance!!!!! Like, sure, sleepy student Sky, but it's SUN!!!!
This smile. Oh my gosh I adore him. He's just so glad he got to help the corrupted little one become normal again.
JoJo was having fun with Four I see LOL
Man really said "hang on, let me check my purse, I think I have snacks in here"
Freaking Mom Coded
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu legend#lu warriors#lu twilight#lu four#lu time#lu sky#lu sun#linked universe update
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The Prince Regent (Aemond Targaryen x F!Sister!Reader)
{Can be read as the sequel of Gevī}
There are rumors floating around after the march of the greens in Rookâs rest, you were shocked when you learned of what has happened, rushed to confront your brotherâ you were made to once again quell the madness within with rekindling the fire with him.
This work contains mature acts, Minors DNI. 18+ Only.
Words counted: 10.4k+
Content include: 18+ MDNI! Targcest (canon incest practice of the Targaryen house), Smut, Sex, Oral sex (F receiving), Heavy breeding kink, Slight exhibitionism (Sex at the council chamber), Choking, Rough sex, Dumbification, Manhandling, Slight degradation, Reader has the attributes of the Targaryens (silver hair, purple eyes etc), Mention of violence, Canon injuries and death, Mention of usurping the throne (half-canon), LOTS of pet names, Slightly Dark!Aemond (He is so obsessive and possessive and feral of you.)
Note: Hello! I am back with new fic yay! this is another Aemond fic, which can be read as the follow up of my last fic, GevÄ« which can be found here, or you can also read it as a standalone, up to you! This work is NOT betaâd (there will be revision) since once more I am still slammed with work so I have yet the time to refer to my beta reader, but hopefully there is nothing much amiss, if there is, I apologize and I hope it will not disturb your reading experience. ALSO AEMOND IS UNHINGED IN THIS ONE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Remember that english is not my native language so bear with me. My request is always open for HOTD characters. Enjoy and let me know what you think! thank you my loves.
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The day has been moving rather slowly today, you mused, the sun looks as though it is shining but overshadowed by gloomy clouds at the same timeâ horizon darkens as the end of the day is fast approaching. It has been a strange day, oddly quiet even in the hustle and bustle of a dreaded war-coming, you had heard of your brothers whereabouts, both the King and the Prince as your mother was panicking earlier when they both were absent from the small council meeting.
You ignored the ever so loud chattering of the lords and ladies around the hall, as you sat below the Weirwood tree to read your book, the only place where you ought to sought comfort and refuge from the looming darkness that follows ahead, you had always been more receptiveâ taking in your surroundings and only use your sharp wit when necessary, you are like your brother, Aemond, in that sense, where you do not find pleasure in talking much if it does not have any meaning to it.
Though, you had not been silent since the days following Aegonâs crowning, your expertise in knowing Westerosi territories and politics are often seen be used by the small council as Aemond would come to you in any instance he needed help. You also always tried to interpret Helaenaâs cryptic messagesâ having realized of your older sisterâs ancient-like gift since you were little, it was you that had warned them to move the crowning ceremony anywhere but the Dragonpit when she had said âBeware of the beast beneath the boards.â Yet when they do not paid attention to you nor your sister, tisâ true that your family was one second away from being engulfed in Meleysâs fire if not for the Princess Rhaenysâs last minute compassion.
But alas, you had not been of useful as of late, ever since the passing of your nephew, Jaehaerys, you scolded yourself often on why you were not with Helaena that night, or why you did not have the time to interpret what she had said about the rats, though, Aemond had repeatedly assured you that there was no way that one can know such cruel thing would happen, and that there was nothing you could have doneâ moreover if you had stayed with Helaena that night, all your lives might be even more in danger due to the fact that youâre a young maiden.
You still feel guilty though, for you had been spending your night in the arms of your husband that nightâ comforting each other in warm embraces inside your chambers.
You and Aemond had always been inseparable since the day you were born, his little sisterâ someone he had always come to whenever he was faced with a hard time finding solace due to the constant torment and taunts your eldest brother and nephews has caused upon him. You can scarcely remember the times where Aemond is happy in his childhood, but the memories that stood the tallest in your memory are ones akin to when he would read to you about the Aegonâs conquest or Rhaenysâs journey to Sunspear, or Visenyaâs tales with Vhagar.
Another one is when he had ventured through Maegor tunnels to get to your room and would ask timidly to sleep in your room because he was plagued by nightmares, or that time when he had come to your defense as Aegon broke one of your crystal jar, one that housed the famed rose from the North, or that time after he claimed Vhagar, eye sewn shut in Driftmark, you had visited him in his chambers despite your motherâs warning to let him rest when you know better that he would feel better accompanied by you. Tisâ unbreakable this bond of yours, strongly linked, and undoubtedly passionate.
Aemond finds all the thing he is not, in you, you are gentle, soft spoken, soothing in natureâ even as your hair is as silver pale as he, your jaws are as sharp he, your wit are as bright as heâ Aemond adored the part that truly empowers you, your compassionate self, your jaw-dropping smile, your unmasked confidence, your unapologetic self is what makes him honored to have you by his side.
Your presence calms his raging stormy minds and hot tempered self, your sweet saccharine voice, your angel like touches, your supple smooth skinâ always seems to be flustered in heat when near him, your soft lilac eyes that gives him assurances, your slightly curlier locksâ something you get from your mother, always half braided with half fanned to your sideâ the necklace you wore, given by him, a Valyrian ruby that always adorned your enthralling being, you are the epitome of a Valyrian goddess, graced with the beauty that people would go to war for, solicited by your intelligence that makes you powerful altogether. The word âinfatuatedâ does not even cover his love for you.
Speaking of your brother, the days following his return from Storms end had caused many distraught upon learning of what befell your nephew, in the flurry of it all, Aemond had taken your maidenhead, which he swore to wed you thenâ and that he did, asked his mother to betroth him to you once and for all as you had always meant to beâ insisting after the death of Jaehaerys that it is crucial to have more heirs so that if the time comes, your bloodline will not perish so easilyâ Alicent, of course, had been furious at his son for, âHow dare you corrupt your little sister!â but when you came to Aemondâs defense, she let her guard down and at last grant you both what you wished.
The deal with the Baratheons has been annulled⊠for now.
You both were wed in the sept just a few days after the tragedy, and were happily consummating your marriage if not for the news of Ser Cole and Gwayne Hightowerâs success of house Darklyn in Duskendale, and is set to march to Rookâs rest once more, where Aemond is to to join him, he had told you once after an intense rounds of fucking.
You were finally pulled out of your reverie when the chatter around you gets louder, feeling irked by it you look up from you book only to have your frown wiped out by the sight in front of you. You saw few of Aegonâs knighted guards bringing a huge wooden box covered with your houseâs sigilâ Gods be good. You have thought of the worst then, what if it is Aemond? what if they are carrying his deâ
âPrincess, Her Grace the Queen Dowager has requested your presence in King Aegonâs chamber.â
Aegon?
âThank you, Ser Harrold.â You replied, clutching the book tightly as you stand up, and walk towards where the other knights and seemingly hurdles of Maesters rushing to, your throat dried at the possibilities of what might await you once you reach Aegonâs chamber.
Is he alright?
Is Aemond alright?
Did they defeat the Blacks? What happened in Rookâs rest?
âMother.â You muttered as you halt your steps upon reaching the now packed room, your eyes does not yet know where to land itâs sight on, the frantically moving figure of Maester Orwyle tending to a charred body on the bed, or the hisses that came from the servants who brought fresh linens, cloths, and water, or at your mother who stood with panic written all over her face, eyes glassy with tears.
âWhat has happened?â You asked, still unable to figure out exactly who is it that laid there, due to the hurdling of bodies taking pieces of armors off. The smell of burning and dragon fire is so evident, that the ladies around you scrunched their noseâ you thought none of it considering you are no stranger to the smell of dragonsâ but what caught your line of sight next shocked and silenced you quickly.
There laid the King, your eldest brother, Aegon, with half of his face badly charred, his body littered in wounds from fireâ the sight of him like that makes you choke and sob as you lean against Alicent who also watches with terrified eyes, âIs my son going to die, Maester?â Her shaky voice only enhanced the amount of tears you let out, lips trembling in confused emotions.
How didâ who didâ why didâ
âI will do whatever I can to help him, your grace, but now I must get back because this is the most important step.â Came Orwyleâs response. You may despise Aegon for his lack of respect towards anyoneâ women in particular, but he is still your brother, your king.
âWhy isnât Heleana here?â You asked, turning your head to look at your mother, âand⊠Aemond?â came the question that have plagued your mind since you were fetched by Ser Harrold earlier in the Godswood, is he alright? did he suffer the same fate? did the blacks charred him too? I can not live without him, heâ I cannotâ
âCome.â Your mother beckoned you out of the chamber to sit by the bench near the Weirwood tree you sat earlier, your eyes are frantic, trying desperately to understand what is going on, what happened, and most importantly if your brotherâ Aemond is alright, âI can not call for Helaena⊠sheââ Alicentâs voice came with a choked sob, it breaks your heart seeing her like this, after seeing what befell Aegon, you understood that this is hard for her regardless the way how anyone feels about him, your brother, her son.
âI can not put more burden on your grieving sister, you must understand that only you can do this.â Her irises stabs right through yours as you ponder her words, digesting on what she could mean by âdo thisââ you understood why Helaena wasnât called first thing to Aegonâs chamber despite her being his Queen, his wife, the reigning monarch in his absence, due to her still sullen with grief, but then it all clicks for you.
Ah.
This is about Aemond, if Helaena is your motherâs pawn to strengthen Aegonâs claim, then anything linked to you have always been, will, and must be about Aemond.
Only you,
Youâre the only one that can soothe Aemond, calm him, hear him, understand him, discipline him when needed, tame him when necessary.
Only you that can release the ever glooming glorious tension that has risen and finally reached its peak between the heirsâ one who was born first as a male heir, and the other one who is actually deserving of it by power and knowledge.
Itâs you, his soulmate, his other halfâ it has only been you and everyone knows it, even your sister whom have said you are meant to fill the socket of the eye that Aemond has lost, youâre the missing piece in his tormented soul, the very needle that threads his wound, heal his anger, and cool down his temper.
But before you can open your mouth to respond, the sound of clanking armor once again reached the both of you and a voice boomed through the otherwise serene peace of the Godswood, âPardon me, Your Grace, Your Highness, but the small council has gathered, and has asked for the presence of the Dowager Queen.â the Knight spoke, causing you to sigh and drown the words you had meant to speak of.
âVery well, I must return but please,â She looked at you feverishly, âMy love, you need to talk to him, reason with him, because he will not do so with me.â Your heart once again breaks at that, yes you may have not had the fondest of love for your mother solely because she was too busy preparing Aegon, being queen in your fatherâs sickness, and feuding with your half-sister to care for you but alas, just like Aegon, she is of your blood, she is your motherâ knowing she feels powerless to aid her own children, so much so, she asked for her youngest daughterâs help is a sorrowful thing to witness.
âI will, mother, now go.â You said, pulling your best smile to soothe her, the tresses of your silver locks blowing in the wind as she cup your face to kiss your forehead before fleeing to the small council chamberâ leaving you with your thoughts once more, deserting you to quell over your confusion, with no comfort of assurance or securityâ you need Aemond, and he needs you, but how can you both reason with him when he is not within your reach, you just seek to know his safety and shield him, Helaena, and your niece of all thisâ but alas,
Did he do it?
Did he burn Aegon?
Is his desire for power so great that it quenches whatever left of affection you all had as siblings?
What will you do?
You love Aemond, you love him more than anything in the realm, your bond with him as strong as the bond you share with your dragon, Valyx, you do not and will never betray himâ you had remembered his promise of making you his Queen, that the realm will bow to both of you, that his love for you is so great that it will be more than enough for him to fight and relinquish in victoryâ but at what cost? You had half the mind to seek Helaena, to ask for her guidance but that thought is quickly diminished by knowing the fragile state of your sister after Jaehaerysâs passing.
No, you will have to speak to Aemond, whatever result it may produce, whatever madness awaits you, whatever turn of story that may ariseâ you have to be ready for it, willing to face it, conquer itâ for you do not wish for harm to ever come to those you love, to Helaena, your niece, your motherâ and most importantly Aemond.
You just hope the Gods will grant you their blessings and forgiveness to what you will do or donât do.
â
You had waited hours outside the small council chamber, pacing in front of the huge grant door, thinking and pondering on what you must say to Aemond, what you will do to reason with him. Your thoughts are plagued with the memories of your last encounter with Aemond, not that you can help it, it practical branded itself to youâ He had always branded himself to your memory with everything he said and does.
It was the night after his small council meeting had gone awry, well according to his recollectionâ Aegon had once again undermined his knowledge and acted foolishly, not trusting his brotherâs judgement, Aemond laid down on your lap, as you caresses his hair, his patch is off now that he is alone with you, in your chambers, with you only wearing your lilac shift and he, a tunic pants.
âZÈłhon mition yne amÄ«vindis.â He had said that night as the flame dances through his iris and shappireâ there is that unquenchable anger in him, you felt it miles away even before he laid on your bed, you knew that he was furious by the way he stormed to your room at the hour of the wolf, you had been sleeping when he entered, but quickly made way for him beside you. His stupidity infuriates me.
âAegon?â You asked as your fingers cards through his hair in a soothing manner, you wish you can take away his pain, his worries, his fearâ but Aemond is a hot tempered man, who will not be denied of his desires, who will not back down from a fight, who will never cower in silence, âHm.â He hummed to you, âHe is your king.â You humored him, passing a chuckle to the wind.
âNot for long.â Your fingers halted as he looked at you, trying to process what he just said, you knew your brother is hungry for powerâ for his throne, but it has always been a blur to you just how he was going to winâ especially with Rhaenyraâs looming threat of war now, âAemondâŠâ You whispered, a distraught look is evident on your face, your rosy lips pout like it is begging for him to kiss you feverishlyâ to claim you once again.
âDo nor fret, sister,â He said, eyes sharp through yours while he bring his thumb up to your lip to press down on your ever so cute and tempting pout, what a tempting little tart, he thinks, âI do not wish to bring upon the ruin of the realm,â He pushes his thumb slightly in, you gladly open your lips to take the tip of his thumb inside and suckle on it as it is your lifeline. Your eyes closed for a second from a comforting gesture it brings you, he knows this calms you, content youâ âUnlike Aegon.â He whispered the last part before completed parting your lips with his thumb so you can suck on it with little mewls of contentment.
He cooed at your subdued state, gods, he does not care of anything but to serve youâ give you the realm as you fully deserve, his queen. Beautiful, untainted, pure, and the very image of both the Mother and Maiden bestowed upon a figureâ you, you and your flustered self, you and your cherry lips, fluttering eyes, smooth silver locks, body of a goddess, a personality of Eve, charm of Rhaenys, dream of Daenys, fierce of Visenya, and soul that is unique to just you. He worships you more than you know, but he will show youâ he will always show you.
âThere you go, sweet girl.â His voice both soothe and heat up your core, and it catches you by no surprise when the night ended with you both tangling atop of the bed, with you on your hands and knees, his hand against the back of your neckâ as he fucked your cunt with a varying pace of both a feral madman, and a devout husbandâ yours. You had been naught but a whimpering mess, a shaky shivering little girl overwhelmed with pleasure.
He had worshipped you then, kisses you softly on your skin as he brings you to your peak over and over and over again with his fingers, mouth, cockâ every inch of him is solely to make you feel heavenly, so much so, that you are sure that your vision had gone blurry and you slumped onto the bed as he took care of you.
Your mind was quickly pulled once more from your thoughts when you heard the door of the small council chamber had finally been opened, you stood diligently to the side, waiting for your husband so that you may speak to him. You watched the lords move outside one by one, bowing to you when they catch you, which you had curtly but politely nod, until Lord Larys Strong came to your line of sight.
âPrincess, how nice it is to see you.â Now you have never hold much disdain towards those who does not deserve it, and though Larys had never done anything to you personally, you are but know how much a rat he truly is. Indeed, he is an intelligent cunning man, known for his whisperings and cruel deeds that, even you, do not wish to knowâbut for the sake of the crown, you begrudgingly smiled, âLikewise, Lord Larys.â The fingers behind your back is picking at your cuticle in stress, Gods where is Aemond.
âThe Prince Regent will certainly be delighted with your presence, regency is not an eaââ
âRegent?â Your brow furrowed at the mention, head spinning and running by a thousand milesâ âAemond⊠regency?â You asked, desperately trying to figure out what in the Seven hells happened and what has been done by it, âYes, your highness, heââ
âLarys, may I speak with my wife in private now?â His voice came from inside the room, and you can scarcely see his figure emerging from inside, he is wearing his usual black attire, adorned with a green coat as a sign that he had been riding Vhagar prior, your eyes slipped to see the now two dagger on his side, one each, and your lips twitch with shock as you spot Blackfyre on the scabbard, you can not mistaken it, for it is one of the only two mighty Valyrian sword left that belongs to your family. Aemond had watched you gawking at him with an aura of eerie calmness to him, the sight making your spine curled and skin shivering.
This is all for you, sister, all I do is for you, he wants to say.
Your stare fled from his dagger up to his calm form, the way he holds so much power even when he is just standing there, with his arms behind his back, legs parted, head tilted, and lips pressed into a thin lineâyour violet eyes went up up up until his own gleams into yours, heating what feels like a suffocating heat around you. You continued staring into his eyes as your heart thundered inside your chest, you do not even notice that Larys had said his farewell and had left you both alone, at the entry of the council chamberâ or at least you thought you were alone, before your motherâs voice spoke from behind the doorâ caught your peripheral vision.
âWhat are you doing here so late, sweet girl? have you had supper yet?â She asked, hands coming up to cupped your cheek in her otherwise cold hand, sheâd been furious, you mused, eyes fleeting to the red marks on your motherâs finger, it seems that old habits die hard, âI wish to speak to Aemond, mother.â You bit the inside of your cheek at the way you almost whimpered his nameâ yes you are confused and possibly angry at him right at this very moment but he is your husband, the love of your life, your other halfâ you are also drowned by worries and fears of his safety, especially after seeing the state Aegon is in.
âI need to know he is well.â and safe and I just want to run away with him where no one can find us, I wish this madness can stop and be in peace with himâ but you do not say that, no, you just smiled softly at your mother upon hearing Aemond hummed at you intriguingly, almost like he is both amused and mocking your sense of worry.
He knows that you know he did what he did.
Good, he thinks, let you see that he would burn the realm down for you, he would sooner die than to give you any less than what his wife, his precious sweet sister deserves.
âVery well then, I shall check on how Helaena is doing.â You do not miss the way Aemondâs lips twitches at the mention of either your sister or your eldest brother, his stoic self is evermore transparent yet foggy all the same for you to read, âTell her we send our well wishesâŠâ Itâs his turn to speak now, eyes never leaving your figure with his voice ever so so alluringly gentle, âand to Aegonâs recovery, of course.â
Your spine curled at that, the invisible hair on your skin risen at the chill and smugness of his voiceâ Gods, Aemond⊠what have you done.. thatâs all you can think but moreover, what will I do with you.
Your mother left you both at that, yet you canât find it in you to move or speak to him, the slit on your dress passes the breeze seeping through your skin, the neckline that came above your breasts seems so tight now as you take desperate breaths to calm yourself downâ you both just stared at each other, his, with longing, love, affection, you you you.
Yours are filled with the same longing, same love, same subject of desire yet there is a glint of confusion, uncertainty, and doubt swimming in your eyesâ not to spite him or put distrust in him, he knows that, he knows you bestâ He knows you are just confused, a darling little pet you are, even when thrusted with so many responsibilities at the time of war, you still have that innocent childlike self in you that cowers in his gaze, that is desperate to seek good in the midst of destruction, that is curious, always seeking his approval, his assurances. It warmed him, for he knows that, only he, can assuage that building turmoil inside of you, only he can ease your pain, assure your worry.
âCome.â He said, Aemond beckoned you inside the council chamber with two flicks of his fingers, you followed suit, hands cold in front of youâ blood of the dragon yet cold hands, he always muses to you often time he warmed you up, ah you do always love his warmth, engulfing you with security and love, comforting you the only way Aemond can, you longed for that, and you know he longs for it too.
âAemond..â Your lips trailed as the door closes behind you, there Aemond stopped in his tracks, leaning against the table with his hand perched back against it, lips turned in an amused smirk with his head tilted.
Fuck fuck fuck, you need to focus.
âAemondâŠâ You said once more, walking closer to him but stopping just few feet away, keeping a respectful distanceâ not that it mattered much, if he wanted toâ and he doesâ he could have you so easily, manhandles you right here right now, bending you over the very table he now commands and pound you to oblivion, releasing his pent up rage and frustration in that sweet sweet cunt of yours, âHm?â Aemond merely hummed at you even when his mind conjured up the most obscene things, he has to have you, he needsâ âSpeak, little one, I am listening.â He grinned with mockery, which made you huff and stomp your feet like you used to do when you were a little girl, yet he finds you so sweet as you do it, only making his heart soar with love and desire for you.
What are you doing to him, little girl?
âWhat has happened?â What he would do to wipe that pout from your face, why are you testing him so far today, his little nymph, âIt was a successful operation at Rookâs rest.â He replied calmly, making your blood boil as you scoffed and shake your head disdainfully at his remark, âIt was foolish, reckless evenââ
âDid we not took out the largest looming threat?â He pressed on, edging you to be angry with him, âIt was a worthy effort, a worthy price.â His eyes twinkle when he see your heating faceâ such an angry little dove, you are, what a temperament that has long been subdued by your years of princesses duties, causing you to retract back to a shellâ though he knows better, that you and him share the blood of dragon and fire in you.
Let it burn, sweet sister, let it burn and we shall emerge from the ashes.
âA worthy effort? your king is at the teetering edge of death.â You bit your lip to suppress your anger, let it simmer but do not let it boil to overheat, âWhat of Helaena, Aemond? she has just lost her son, and now youâll take away her husband too?â You tried to reason with him, eyes fleeting from his yes to his puffing red lips back to his eyes.
Focus, fuck, why canât you focus.
âWhat do you take me for, sister?â His tone is accusatory, eyes sharply glared at you, if he was annoyed before, he is furious now, âYou accused me of treason, is that it? deem me a kinslayer?â You tap your feet below you, a sign that youâre either nervous or irritatedâ maybe both at this point.
âYou said it, not me, Aemond.â It was a pitiful attempt at trying to not think of him that wayâ even in your anger, you still want to find the good in him, but dearest sister, alas your soulmate is one paradox only you can understand, one cursed being you can love, a match to your own fixation, âTell me you did not do it.â Your eyes held so much hope in them, pleading and begging for his assurances. He truly would do anything to destroy anyone that make you this worrisome, but if it is him, then he shall do what he always did, to declare his love for you, so immense that he can do naught, but serve the realm on a golden plateau for you.
He closes the gap between the two of you, standing tall over you, leaning his head forward to press his forehead against yoursâ breathing with rage with his warm palm coming up to cup your jaw, a possessive gesture, served only for you, there is so much passion between the two of you that your mind gets hazy and fuzzy with it, âSweetling,â He breathes, once, twice, three times, âWhat have I told you over and over, hm? what did I promise to you?â His words thrum against your skin, with your bones stilling itself in the desire to melt into himâ become one with him.
I will never leave you, dĆnus ñuhys, you are destined to be my queen, for all the Seven, nor the Old Gods can never deny us.
âThere will be nothing left for us if this madness do not cease, AemondâŠâ You whispered his name, eyes prickling with sharp heat beneath your eyelidsâ forcing you to close them shut even when you do not want to, âI am terrified.â You muttered it out of desperation and pure fear and that troubles Aemond, oh no no, his little girl, how has he been so blind to your cries.
He can feel his heart tugs with pain, his stubborn self is telling him to soothe you, calm you down, relieve you of your misery that is looming fear, oh little dragonâ he hadnât mean to scare you, only to show you his dedication, for who will he show it else to if not for the most important person of his life? he would not have find it in him to even claimed Vhagar, if it were not for you, youâre his source of life.
âLook at me.â That was not a request from him, but a demand, one you so eagerly followed, âYou have me, what are you so terrified of when you have me?â He punctuates each of his words with pressing against you harder, your body jolted lightly as your rear hit the edge of the table after being spun by him.
âThe warââ
âIf we march together, our power will not easily be subduedâ tisâ what needs to be done, and I will be ready to do it, risk my life so we will prevail. Would you not have done the same?â
âI would, you know I would.â Your eyes remained close throughout his declaration, eyes trying to frantically stop your tears but alas, it is a useless pursuit, tears flows down your cheeks at a faster rate than youâd like, at this Aemond cooed, wiping your tears, âYou and I, we can have what is ours, sweetling, what has been ours since they took our eye.â
Our eye, he says, not mineâ âYouâre the missing eye that fills his socket.â Helaena once told you.
âWhat of Aegon?â You opened your eyes at him, holding his stare as best as you could even when he took a sharp breath and press his thumb on your pouty parted lips, âAegon rushed to Rookâs Rest to proof his worth despite the better judgement offered by the council,â He paused, nose nudging into yours where you can feel every single allure that drips off your husband like its second skin, âHe challenged Meleys, got overpowered, and I had to come in to save the armies⊠as I have intended to do before he so recklessly join in with Sunfyre.â His lips are touching his thumb now, the only thing shielding your petal bloomed parted lips with his.
You should be concerned by his statement, for you know Aegon would not ended the way he is now if Aemond had actually meant to âsave himâ, there is something else, you know he would not kill out of spite even with the years of insults and torments that Aegon himself, had bestowed upon your brother, he would not deliberately kill him, yet the intention to hurt is not lost on you.
Meleys is a strong dragon of your house, a battle trained one at that, but still not enough against the mighty Vhagar, that fought alongside Visenya on Dornish war and conquer it, let alone two dragonsâ but perhaps, you have naught but pressing longing now, your impulses seems to control youâ your innate desires taking over and you can only do what your heart and body wants, never mind what your mind says, it matters not, youâre his, heâs yours.
You leaned impossibly closer to him, urging him to take away his thumb against your lips by tugging on his wrist as your glistening eyes look up at him with desperation in them, his humming is slightly cold, but you know better that its full of mirthâ he is teasing you.
âI suppose now that I am in chargeâŠâ He tilted his head menacingly, pressing his lips upon the gap of your brow, hold you tight to him as he took in your rose oil scented skin, how heavenly, he thinks, âYou ought to call me, your grace, isnât that true, princess?â His thumb slipped inside your rosy lips then, the force is too heavy to bear as you sigh and suckle on the tip of his lipsâ eyes fluttered shut, âUh huh.â Your lips parted from his thumb with a lewd pop!
âYour grace.â
Your eyes flit open, droopy with want, heat on the apex of your thigh is ever so persistent against the now soaked fabric of your silk smallclothes, Aemond eyes are sharpâ ravenous as he stared at you, âSyz riña.â He purred. Good girl.
Having no more self control over him, Aemond use his free hand to hold the side of your neckâ lightly pressing on the pulse point, enough to make your head dizzy, and presses his lips on yours with so much want, need, pressure of claim-claim-claim and mine-mine-mine.
If there is one thing about Aemond is that heâd never be denied, not when he was destined to claim the greatest dragon in the realm, not when he is supposed to sit on the Iron throne, and certainly not when heâs going to have youâ no, youâre his, since you were bare as a babe, to now, his beautiful sweet girl of a wife.
Fuck, heâs achingly hard just at the feeling of your lips, body heat, and thought of your sweet flushed face. Gods be damned.
You gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing your bottom lip, askingâ no, demanding you to part your lips by biting at itâ not too hard, yet enough to make you squirm on the ledge of the table, as your pretty pink raw lips parted in obedience, he wasted no time to push his tongue inside passionatelyâ exploring your oh so delectable wet cavern like a madman, whilst you mewl with the lightheaded feeling of his grasp on your throat and his tongue battling, or more like conquering yours.
Your body is now dangerous low to the tabletop behind you as your nails fisting weakly at his leather tunic, a silent plea for him to give you time to breathe, its pure instinct he knows, but how can he deprive himself of you. Your melodic whines, the way your pink lips parted and indulge him so so sinfully, the way your chest heave with each gulping breath you try to take, and the way you clench your thigh, oh yes he knows all about it, little girl.
After you slap at his chest for a few times, Aemond finally relent, parting his lips from your now cherry bitten lipsâ you take big gulps of breath, gasping for what seems to be minutes after he released you, your head spins and youâre sure your knee would not been able to hold your figure even against the table if not for his strong grip on both your neck and waist.
âCome back to me.â He whispered, temple pressed against yours as you let out soft whimpers at the heightened pleasure of fuzziness in your headâ just him him him, just Aemond Aemond Aemond, âIâ please.â You can do naught but to plead with him, eyes watery as you stared at himâlips trembling, wanting to say so much more, please claim me, fuck me senseless, please make me forget that this realm exist, make me only yours, make me your queen just as you promisedâ but he knows, Gods he knows you, he knows what you want, he always does.
âPlease what, sweetling?â But does it thrill him to no end seeing you so desperate, so needy for his touch that youâd beg and begâSeven hells, not only is his heart thundered against his ribcage, but his cock is painfully aching at your dewey flushed face, âUse your words, zaldrÄ«tsos.â His words might be encouraging, yet his tone is anything butâ its mockery, he is taunting you and it makes you drip down your legs. Little dragon.
âTouch me⊠please.â
You gathered all the voice you have left, even if it is just a mere whisper that sounded more like a meek mewl, âI am touching you.â He said, his fingers trails up and down the sleeve of your gown, making you shudder with wantâ tiny wantons of needy whines escaped you as his fingers trail upon the material of your silk covered breastsâ nipples pert with peaking desires.
âNotâ you know where I want your touchâŠâ The frustration embedded within you forced this snappy remark of yours, one he clicked his tongue at, just like he always did when you were littleâ when you had eaten all your lemon cakes in a single sitting, when you would hide beneath the grassy slope atop of Rhaenysâs hill, when you would constantly fuss to keep his wound clean, so much so that you had stayed whenever the maester came in to change his dressings albeit the warning from your mother. Itâs the click of the tongue that signifies not only to remind you of disobedience, but it holds a stronger purpose to know that he so affectionately loves and ardor whatever it is you do, even when you are being a fussy bratty little thing that you are.
âBeing an impudent girl for me will not serve you well, I had thought you know this by now.â He shakes his head at you, fingers trailing backwards to slowly unlace the neat tying of your ladiesâs work on the bodice of your gownâ all the while brushing your half braided silver locks to the side and lean forward to nip at your neck causing you to gasp.
Oh he wishes to bend you to him, but moreover to protect you, all the same, as he did when he would wipe the lemon frosting from your lips, or give you his last candied sweets, or grip your wrist to lead you back to Maegorâs tunnels to not incurs the wrath of your mother, or clasp a hand to your lips to keep you from squeaking as to not alert Aegon of where your whereaboutsâ it is all meant as a testament of his often unspoken devotion to you, and you know it.
âAemondââ You are unable to mutter anything let alone an apology as you feel your gown slides off from your body down as it pooled on the ledge of the tableâ only held by how your body is pressed against the stone table, now only clad in your thin silk shift and smallclothes, you felt so exposed, your neck snapped sideways as you looked at the door behind you, it dawns in on you that you are in fact in a room where someone could just walk in, and found you both in the state of lewdness, âAemond, not here.â
âI am the Prince regent, I shall do what I please, where I wish.â Came his reply, you can do naught but shudder at the deep rumble that is his voice, at your small gasp, Aemond continued to press soft almost gentle feather kisses on the exposed skin of your pulse point, down your jugular, to the base of your neck, behind your earââAh!â You can feel him chuckling at your voiced pleasure, he knows you like the back of his hand, which spot makes you tick and joltâ you arch your back when he suck and nip at the sensitive skin, ever so reactive to his touch, you are.
You always are, little dove, like you are made to respond to himâ his voice, touch, kisses, pleasure, demandsâ each and every single one of his decrees.
Aemond palm comes up to cusp your flowery breasts next, fondling the soft skin with your buds firmly against the calloused skin of his palm. He then rolled the blossoming darkening buds of pleasure between his index and thumb, causing you to grip onto his biceps, âMm Sevenâ.â You tried your best to remain sane but alas, you never were to begin with, nothing is ever normal nor sane but you could not care less, not when it is him.
He chuckled at your oversensitivity, mouth slide down from the crook of your neck to your stern collarbone, before reaching the valley of your breasts. He looked up at you menacingly as he takes one of your pert bud into his mouth to suckle on it as you yelpâ hand clutching his doublet in desperation, you are sure by now that your smallclothes is not only drenched but soaked from the way your cunt pulse with each second going by.
âDoñus riñus.â He murmured as he littered marks all over your now flushed skin, moving to the other neglected nipple, applying the same treatment of pull-tug-suckle on the poor overstimulated bundle of nerves. Sweet girl.
Aemond released your now reddened bitten tender buds with a loud pop! causing blush to once more darken on your flushed skin, he smirks up at you then,âLay down, ÄbrazÈłrys.â wife. He lightly push you downward against the stone table, you shuddered lightly when your heated skin met the cold surface, your eyes are glistenedâ wide yet droopy with needy innocence as you stared up at him, eyeing him as he removes his breeches slowly.
âAemondâŠâ You whined and pressed your thighs together when he keeps on teasing you by undoing his laces way too fucking slow, he knows it will drive you mad especially since your drenched tight cunt is inviting him oh so warmlyâ fuck, he thinks, you looked like the Maiden and Mother has painted, created the perfect goddess of the realm, silver locks wildly splayed on the table, with your braids almost undone, and your body glistened with thin layer of sweat and some of his spit, skin flushed with his markings on you, âFucking temptress little slut.â He groaned as he stared at you panting.
Your puffy cheeks are heated with lust and neediness, your eyes stared at him like you always did when you sought comfort or wisdom from himâ the same way little you had looked up at him whenever you beg for his remaining sweet treats, or when that first time in your reading chambers, oh how you had asked him so so sweetly to touch youâ open and take your maidenhead like a good obedient little girl you are, how your bitten raw lips is murmuring pleads to him as if he wouldnât give you what you wantâ oh his poor little darling, always wanting more more more.
Then his gaze fall down the swell of your breasts, the way it rises up and down with each breath you take, inviting him to suck and nip at the tender buds once more, and when he dropped his sight to your fluttering foldsâ he bit his lip, hard, for the view is both the most sinful obscene yet heavenly thing he could ever have witnessed in his lifetime, there you lay, ready for him, ripe for the taking, and the center of your pleasure is weeping for him to take care of youâ to take you.
âGevie.â He whispered as he drank his fill of youâ you, the embodiment of a Princess, a Queenâ all in name, nature, body, spirit, and soul, everyone should worship you, for he can swear to the Seven that you are holier than any deity common folk would pray to, you are not just the core of his being, but the essence of his vitalityâ his his his. Beautiful.
Aemond wastes no time to drop to fold your legs so he can enjoy his treat, he grunted before leaning down to kiss the inside of your moundâ hand holding to your hips and one on your thighs to keep them there, his hold is stern enough to let you know that if you were to move them, oh little one, there will be consequences. You tried your best to keep them there as he press sweet lingering kisses all over the very surface of your folds, all wet and begging for him.
You gasped at the sudden sensation of his fingers parting your warm heat gently, making way for his tongue to spread the wetness from your opening up up up through the soft muscle then to your pearl, focusing on the now reddened and hardened nub with teasing licks and not yet a suckle on the oversensitive gem for he knows you would crumble and reach your peak oh so suddenlyâ no he wants to keep you on edge for a little longer, having you on that teetering insanity, controlling your pleasure as he pleases.
But when he does let up and suckle on the raw pulsing nubâ you let out a sound akin to that of a scream, somewhere between a loud needy whine and strained moanâ causing him to grunt, sending vibrations through your core, you jolted at the feeling, arching your back to pull away from him but causing a grinding effect insteadâ you clasped a hand on your lips to stifle the wanton sounds you let out.
âAh-ah, do not hide from me now, little one.â He rasps against your cunt, you had half the mind to be bratty and yank his hair for causing you to be so so messy, but you only bit your tongue to halt yourself from getting yet another bruises from the last time you were bent over his kneeâ which was not that long ago, having been ridiculed on yet another Aegonâs quest, combined with your snappy attitude had him seeing red.
âEnough.â
âNo.â You raised your eyebrow at the fuming man standing tall over you, having you crane your neck just to look up at his sharp eye and the mean clench of his jaw, âThread carefully, sister.â He warned you, tilting his head that shouldâve been an indication for you to stopâ but alas you wanted to push him, to see the limit that is Aemond Targaryen, if only there is oneâ you rolled your eyes then, biting the inside of your cheek in an act of defiance. Oh now you have done it, little girl.
You barely seen him coming for the next you knew, you yelped as he manhandled you over his knee on the bed, both of your wrists are behind you, tightly gripped by his much larger onesâ âLet me go.â You whined, trying to tug free of his grip only for him to chuckle darkly, âYou wanted to test me, push me, and now you shall see the consequence of your misbehavior.â
âAemondââ
âAh-ah, if you wanted me to treat you like a whore, all you gotta do is ask, darling.â You clenched at that, letting out a squeaky gasp at the way his voice resonates through the room, âHm, lets see if we can put that mouth to a better use than running your tongue like a tart.â With that he pushed two of his free digit to the inside of your bitten lipsâ down down down until it rests against your throat.
You looked up at him with teary eyes, heated cheeks, and lips wide open with his fingers stuffed inside of youâ both preventing you to speak and constrict your air intake, causing your head to get fuzzyâ not dangerous just flying on that mind space of him him him, Aemond notices your now cloudy lilac orbs and pressed a gentle kiss to your foreheadâ all the gentleness short lived, however, when he freed your wrist from his grip to press a loud impactful swat to your cheeks causing you to yelp against his fingers.
âNow lets see if your dumb little head can count for me.â
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you feel the stinging white noise of his slap against your foldsâ yelping as you feel your peak closing in, âIâm closeâ please please.â You writhed underneath him before he gently shushes you, taking one of his hand and intertwining it with yours, whilst he enters your wet warm opening with the otherâ a finger slides in, before a second joining the pleasurable stretch.
âTight little thing, you are.â He shakes his head between your thighs but your ears are ringing too loudly to register anything right now, mind so so hazy with cunt so so overstimulated, meanwhile, Aemond continues his ministration on your pearl, suckling on the poor nub with vigorous attention, âMmnh, Iââ You can feel the height of your pleasure come crashing down on you, stomach tightening with heat, too hard, too much, so quickly.
âLet go for me, sweetling.â
You obeyed at his command, as you always do, a good girl you are always do as he wishesâ your peak was a long one with you letting out a silent scream followed by plethoras of his name and chanting âahâsâ and âoh Gods!â as he savor your release.
The man above you grinned as your body shake beneath him, having one of the hardest peak of your life, he pulled his fingers out of you with a satisfied smileâ a proud one at that, having to see your essence coating not only the tabletop where all the lords that serve him now would sit to discuss the runs about the realm, about his reign but also covering his fingers. Youâre a delectable delight, perfect molded whore, carefully shaped nymph for him. His.
Aemond stands up, intertwining both your fingers together to guide you to sit upâ having been near insensate from your heightened senses, he had to support your spine as you shakily face him againâ and his sight of you is one he can only describe of all Seven heavens in itself. You, a mess you are, silver hair mused and wild as if you had been on Valyx back, it cascades down the plane of your shoulder and back, your face is flustered, eyes droopy, unfocused, and lips, your lips pulled into a drunken kind of smile.
Oh, he has gotten you in a place where all you can do is take what he gives you. Fuck.
You, sweet pliant you, in the daze of your peak welcomes him gleefully when he presses a passionate kiss on your lips, feverishly moving your lips with his, you gasp as he bit your bottom lip, tongue entering to enter your wet cavern once more, before parting with a lewd pop! sound, âSyz riña.â good girl.
The gentleness of his actions are short lived though, Aemond smirks before you feel him manhandled you around, and bend you over the cold stone table, causing you to gasp in both surprise as well as feeling the chilling sensation on your tummy and up your overstimulated chest area, âShh, no fussing.â He scolded you as if youâre a child, but his stern tone alone made your knee goes weaker.
You can hear the sound of his breeches being untied behind you, the sound alone has your neck craning to the side, your head pressed against the table and drags one of your leg upwards to graze against his legs, smiling to yourself in a post peak-haze state, âHurry.ââ that soft giggly voice of your demand surprises Aemond as he chuckled behind you, shaking his head at the gentle brattiness you let out.
âAemond!â You yelped when you feel his hand coming down on your bottom, not once but three times in loud harsh successionâ you lift your legs once more not out of teasing nature but to quell the pain and the oh so good feeling that comes from it, your cunt clenching around nothing as you arch, âLittle girls who ran their mouth will not get anything but this, you hear me?â He said, palming your now reddened tender skin roughly, though the sensation makes you whimper.
âOf course youâd love that too, filthy girl.â He gives you no time to process his words before he tap the now hard leaking length against your opening, which makes you whine lewdly, he is pushing just slightly in, but not enough to even get half of his tip in, making you cry out in frustration, âKostilus, lÄkia.â Please, brother.
âHm, I do love seeing you beg for it.â He hummed, pressing a kiss on the skin of your back, before breaching the tight opening of your cunt inch by inch, âFuck, missed this tight cunt.â He grunts, feeling the way your walls sucking him in inside your warm heat.
The stretch caused you to wail and mewl âTis too muchââ and, âtoo big!â if anything, the sound of your protests and the contradicting clench of your cunt around his cock is making him more feralâ almost animalistic in how he thrusts harder inside you, before burying himself deep deep deep, head nudging the opening of your cervix with just the right amount of pain from the pleasure of being opened by his length, and pleasure from the way the curved tip hit your spongey spot with ease.
Aemond does not let you breathe much it seems, as he begin his fulfilling assault on your battered cunny, thrusting his length oh so deep before pulling, then slam it back in with vigorous pace, hitting all the right places even when his width alone made you shudder near your peak, âSo goodâ oh!â You moaned, closing your eyes and arching your back, to which he responded with a hand yanking your silver locks tightly, the impossibly deep arch of your back has you both drunk on the feeling.
âTake it, take me.â He moaned in your ear, not once does he relent in his pace, always fucking into you harder, pounding you into oblivion, so much so that your cannot care anymore of who might heard what the of you are doing in the very same table he now commanded, he now holds the highest marble rank, the thought would exhilarate you further if you had not been so consumed by the way his cock reach your sweetest spot over and over again.
âLet them hear you, sweetlingâ fuck, let them know who you belong to, who is in fucking charge.â His words have double the meaning, that you can interpret perfectly, for he relinquish in the knowledge of claiming you, owning you, which you happily obliged, but he also needs to hear it from you that he has deserved this place, as the Prince Regent, that he has fully earned it, and shall lead the realm as his own.
âI belong to- Ah! you, My PrinceâŠâ Your voice is shaky in the wake of your nearing release, your velvety walls involuntarily clenched around him when his hips stuttered at the revelation that is you words, it seeped into his skin, thrumming along his veinsâ his grip on your hair and waist is tightening, for you are sure that your skin would be covered by his love marks by the morrow, but you did not care, let them see, let them know who rules the Seven Kingdoms, and who is steadfastly stood by his side, his Queen.
âAo nykÄ perzĆñi iksi, ÄbrazÈłrys. Hen prÄnot hae mÄrÈł zÄlagon indÄ«liks.â You and I are made of fire, wife. We have always been meant to burn together.
âIssa! zaldrÄ«zo Änogar, ÄȘlvon qumblÄ« iÄris.â Yes! blood of the dragon, ours runs thick. You replied in the midst of your clouded mind, his declaration has made you seen the stars that for a moment you thought you had been flying through the sky with Valyx, yet make no mistake, for his hips driving into you, and the way he snaked one of his arms down around you to rub at your pearl, instantly ground you back to earth, âVa sÈłndroti vÄedroma.â Joined as one. He whispered deeply, âAvy jorrÄlean, zaldrÄ«tsos.â I love you, little dragon.
âCome for me.â He rasped deep in your ear, that was the last restraint you have on you, as the combination of the never ending pounding of his cock inside your now oversensitive cunt has you curling your toes, the feeling of his fingers rubbing quick circle over your now engorged reddened nub has tears running down your face so prettily, so messily, painting the perfect picture of a ruined slut just for him.
You came with sobs escaping your lips, the plethora of whimpers of his name heightened the pressure inside the now sex smelling room, the sound of steps are loud from the grounds outside the keep, so does the sound of the occasional knightâs armors clanking, but all of that escaped your mindâ too dumb speared on his length to give a fuck, your eyes closed as his hips faltered, feeling him shake above you at the telltale sign of his own impending release, you smiled drunkenly at the knowledge of your effect on him, âGive it to me, please, fill me up,â You mewled softly, finding every bit of your strength left to urge him, âGive me a babe, Aemondâ mmh! let me give you an heir.â
Aemond groaned loudly at your words, âFuckâ fucking shit.â You have no idea what you have said to him, sweet girl, you have no idea how the thought of him marking you, both bound by blood, vow, and his seed inside you, does to him. You have no idea how much he wishes to always keep you full of his come, so you may be swelled with babes, because then nobody would ever question his claim over you, nor claim over the true line of Targaryen blood that is deserving of the Iron Throne.
He thrusted inside you one more time before stilling himself deepâ so fucking deep inside you with his tip nudging your womb, and releases his seed inside of you with words of lewd affirmations spilling out of his lips, âGood girl, gonna watch you swell with my babe.â and, âTake it, little one, Iâm yoursâ fuck!â
Your neck craned to the side as warmth filled your insides, smiling and biting your lips at the overwhelming sensation of both searing pain as well as being completely full of him, claimed and mark by him, undoubtedly his, âAvy jorrÄelan, valzÈłrys.â I love you, husband. You muttered, his eye still closed and his lips peppering small kisses along the plane of your back and your spine.
After some moment of calming down basked in silence, with only each otherâs deep breathing, and him humming high Valyrian to your ears, he then slipped out of you, before turning you around and carry you to the where the chair for the King, or in this instance, the Prince Regent is located.
He sat down on it, with you laying on top of his lap in a fetal position, the crown of your head is tucked safely under his chin whilst his palm caresses the skin across your back and arms softly, âI hope I was not too rough.â He murmured against your hair, kissing at the messy silver strands lovingly.
âYou wereâŠâ You mumbled, looking at him mischievously, he raised an eyebrow at you- biting the inside of his cheek awaiting your response, âBut I like it.â Came your reply, cheeks flushed once more at the way he muttered something akin to âFucking hellâ under his breath.
âAemondââ
âI will never put you in danger.â He said, eyes boring into yours, full of hope, full of promises, âDo you trust me?â His voice came out with a hint of vulnerability to you, almost like he bares his neck for you to bite if you so please.
You frown at this, âOf course,â You put your palm on his jaw, âSÈłndroro ĆĂ±Ć jÄdo, rÈł kÄ«via mazvestraksi.â Vow spoken through time, of darkness and light. He smiled at your words, have long he had dreamed of binding your blood in the tradition of Old Valyria, he is perhaps the perfect devout son that worships the Seven, yet he is also very much connected to the blood of the dragon as you are with yours. Tisâ something he have vowed to do with you once the realmâs stability comes back.
âDo not be afraid.â
âWith you? never again.â
It is true that you longed for nothing more than to be with him in a world of your own, in a world where there is no more bloodshed, in a realm where peace is known, no greenâ no black, just you and himâ but you also know that it is wishful thinking, for you all have a part to play, you included, as Helaena has said before, if your part is to be the eye he had lost, if your part is to be his anchor, his devoted wife, his sweet sister, his lover, his destiny, then by his side is where you shall be.
For it is better to go to Seven hells and back with him, then to live in agony without him.
Youâre bound by vow, by blood, by wounds, by heart, and most importantly by that invisible string of everlasting fire. You are meant to burn together.
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Best Friendâs Mom
Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader
You wake up next to your best friendâs mom and she begins to seduce you
Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Kissing, cursing, oral (R receiving), thigh riding, Wanda being a complete milf
Note: I woke up thinking about this. Enjoy!
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You wake up to the feeling of someone brushing up against you. Her breasts rub against your back as her arm comes around your body.
Youâd slept over at your best friendâs house, but this isnât her. You glance at her hand to see a wedding ring and those hands you would recognize anywhere.
Itâs Wanda. Your best friendâs mom. When had she gotten in the bed with you? You try to recount last nightâs events but youâre not able to.
Wanda rubs her hand over your arm. You turn slightly in her embrace to look at her.
âGood morning, sweetheart,â Wanda says. Sheâs acting like this is completely normal.
âHey Ms. Maximoff,â you say. Youâre quite dumbfounded by the whole thing.
But god, she looks so beautiful in the mornings. Youâve had a crush on her for years, but that always seemed childish to you. She was never going to like you back or risk her relationship with her daughter to be with you. Plus, she was a church going lady. She wouldnât ever go for it.
Wanda smiles at you, noticing youâre having a lot of internal turmoil. You look away from the golden smile. Itâs too perfect. Itâs then that you notice youâre in her bedroom. Not your friendâs.
âYou couldnât sleep last night,â Wanda offers an explanation when she sees your confusion. âSo, I offered to let you sleep with me. You know, just to calm you down.â
âOh, um- thank you, Ms. Maximoff.â
âPlease honey, you can call me Wanda. We have slept together now,â Wanda says.
You feel your entire body heat up at her words even though you know what she meant.
Wanda likes that you havenât made a move to get out of her embrace yet. She even dares to pull you a little closer.
âY/n,â Wanda begins. âMy daughter has already gone to work for the day.â
âOkay. Iâll just be on my way,â you say, finally making an attempt to leave but Wanda pulls you back towards her.
She leans down over you from the side and itâs then you notice her nightgown. Itâs loose in the front allowing for her breasts to be almost on full display for you by the way sheâs leaning. Wanda smiles amusingly.
âI think you should stay here and we can do something about this crush of yours,â Wanda explains.
âI- itâs not-â
âShh, itâs okay baby,â she says. She places a hand on your cheek. Her long fingers brush against your face. âIâve seen you looking at me for years now. No sense in denying it. Am I right, sweetheart?â
âYes- yes maâam,â you say.
âOh those manners,â Wanda chuckles. âI love them.â
You canât help but preen a little at the praise. You feel it in your heart and so many other places. Wanda shifts to move closer to your face. Her breasts rest against your chest.
âIâve been looking at you too, y/n. Youâve grown into such a beautiful woman,â Wanda says. You donât reply and Wanda grabs your chin. âDonât lose those manners on me now.â
âSorry!â You say quickly, not wanting whatever this is to stop. âThank you for the compliment, maâam.â
âThatâs a good girl,â Wanda says. âNow, this can happen a couple of different ways.â
You swallow thickly in anticipation of what âthisâ is. But youâre ready.
âIâm going to kiss you now. If you hate it, weâll stop. If you donât hate it, weâll keep going. And Iâd really like to see that body of yours under mine, so please donât hate it,â Wanda says.
Her words are calculated, like sheâs been planning this. Or at least she thought of it before.
âI wonât hate it,â you assure her. Thatâs all she needs to have the confidence to start.
Wanda leans down and kisses your lips. She starts slow, pulling the softest moans from you by just kissing your lips. When her tongue licks against your lips, you feel like you could explode beneath her. Nothing has ever felt so good.
âHave you never had a womanâs tongue in your mouth, y/n?â Wanda asks you.
You wonder how she has with such a reputation as a perfect Christian she maintains. Everyone in town knows Wanda is a dedicated servant of the Lord.
âNo maâam,â you answer, breathless from her kisses.
âMe either,â Wanda admits. Oh, that changes things. âOnly my husbandâs and heâs been gone a long time.â
Wandaâs husband died years ago from an illness. You remember holding your best friendâs hand as she cried over her father. The reminder is almost enough to make you stop this, but Wanda keeps talking.
âI really need to do this, okay? You understand right, baby? Iâm still so lonely and depraved,â Wanda says, revealing a more vulnerable side of this. She wasnât just attacking you with affection for your sake. But also hers.
âYes maâam, I understand. Do whatever you want to me,â your words slip out. You want to cringe, but Wanda just grins wickedly.
This time, she kisses you while using her tongue. You use yours too as per her want for it. You and Wanda kiss for a long time before your hands begin to wander.
You grab her waist and pull her further on top of you. She gasps at the movement but recovers quickly. Wanda moves her kisses to your neck as her hands reach under your shirt hem.
âI want to see more of you,â Wanda says. She shifts her hips down to yours so she can lift your shirt off. Sheâs pleased you hadnât slept with a bra on. Her hands immediately move over your breasts. Her fingers grip already hardened nipples.
You bunch her night down up at her waist and pull it further up her body. You knew she worked out, having seen her leaving the gym a few times, but nothing prepared you for seeing her perfectly toned body.
âYouâre so beautiful,â you find yourself breathing out.
Wanda looks at you through her long eyelashes. She smiles softly, appreciating the compliment.
You sit up and take the nightgown off of Wanda. Sheâs bare underneath. Not even panties adorn her body.
âFuck,â you mumble.
âThatâs quite the language for a sweet girl like you,â Wanda says, her tone a bit scolding.
âSorry maâam,â you say. But youâre not.
Wanda makes the move to bring your hands to her breasts. She keeps her hands on yours as you massage them and play with her nipples.
What she doesnât expect is when you lean in and take the nipples in your mouth one at a time. You suck on them. Wandaâs head falls back in pleasure as she grips your shoulders to stay upright.
âOh, baby. Keep going,â Wanda says. âThat feels so good.â
You keep it up while Wanda begins grinding against your leg. You can feel her wetness pooling onto your thigh and helping her continue to move against you.
âIâve imagined this so many times,â Wanda says. âYou and me sneaking around and having sex.â
âMhm,â you mumble against her chest. Youâve imagined it too.
âSo many nights I- fuck-â Wanda tries to keep talking, but her orgasm begins washing over her.
You keep sucking her nipples and holding the back of her hips as she comes against you. Her moans are musical as she reaches her high and comes back down.
Wanda rests her forehead against your shoulder. You rub her back softly and rest your head in her neck.
âYou did so good, Ms. Maximoff,â you say, keeping that name for her.
âHmm, thank you baby,â Wanda says.
âWhat were you going to say earlier?â You ask her.
âWhen?â
âYou said so many nights,â you supply. âSo many nights what?â
âOh,â Wanda says.
Sheâs recovered now and she pulls away from your shoulder. She takes your face between her hands and kisses your lips soundly.
âI was going to say so many nights I had to fuck myself and pretend it was you so I could get off,â Wanda says.
Your eyes go wide at her words. And you feel the unresolved ache between your legs strengthen once again.
âUm- what did you imagine?â You ask.
Wanda makes an adorable thinking face and you realize it is more than just physical attraction you feel for her all the time. Itâs really that you love everything she does.
âI imagined youâd eat me out,â Wanda says. âAnd then Iâd do the same for you. Sometimes Iâd imagine you wearing a strap and making me feel so good.â
âFuck, Ms. Maximoff,â you say. âI hope I can live up to that.â
âYou will, baby. Iâd like to eat you out now,â Wanda says. âMay I?â
âYes maâam,â you say, anticipation somehow calming your nerves.
Wanda slides down your body and leaves kisses as she goes. She makes you feel worshipped in every move.
âAll of this for me?â She asks as she reaches your wet underwear. She slips them down your legs and dives in.
Wanda kisses your pussy before she switches to licking. She seems to know what sheâs doing and you wander how.
âMmm, all of this wet pussy is for me?â Wanda asks. She wants a reply.
âYes maâam. All for you, Ms. Maximoff,â you say.
âTry again,â she instructs.
âOh- um-â you stumble out. She goes back to work while you figure it out. âAll for you, Mommy?â
âGood girl,â Wanda says. You got it right.
You lay back on the bed as Wanda takes your clit in her mouth. Sheâs enjoying this, having you all wrapped up in her.
âFuck, mommy. Iâm going to come,â you say. Wanda picks up her pace, sucking your clit like itâs her favorite thing in the world.
Soon, youâre coming for her. She revels in it, licking you clean and taking her time kissing back up your body.
Wanda kisses your lips at last and you canât help but smile into the kiss. She does the same.
âThat was everything I thought it would be,â Wanda says, a content sigh falling from her mouth. She lays next to you in bed and you two look at each other.
âEven better,â you say. âLetâs do it again sometime?â
âWhy not right now?â Wanda asks.
You wonât argue with that. You let her kiss you deeply again and you tangle your hands in her hair.
Youâve never been so glad you went to over to your friendâs house.
And Wanda doesnât regret convincing you to sleep with her the night before, even though you donât remember the red tendrils telling you to go to her room.
That day it was all your choice. She just decided you needed a little push.
One day maybe sheâll tell you thereâs magic coursing through her veins, but for now youâll sneak around and sleep with her again and again.
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heyyy omg I love your writings so much! congrats on your latest milestone, it's DESERVED đ can I pls request track one with spencer reid where he gets an epiphany and decides that he wants to propose to his girlfriend? just superrrr cute and fluffy đ thanks a lot!!
glue song â spencer reid
summary: âbut youâre here, and so i love you.â in which spencer realises that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. pairing: s5!spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: spencer in a knee brace (tell me why thatâs attractive. why does he look good at his worst. face card never declines), heâs genuinely obsessed with you, not proof read oops a/n: thank you so much anon !!!! iâm so sorry it took so long to post; i kept changing and editing it hahaha i hope you enjoy it !! wc:Â 1.05k
âCareful watch yourâ no, pivot a little, pivotââÂ
âI am pivoting! Thereâs nowhere to pivot to! Why is it so messy?â
You suppress a grimace as you manage to somehow squeeze your way through Spencerâs tiny doorway and into his apartment, the shoe rack on the side dangerously close to his damaged knee. You stumble a little as Spencer grips your shoulders tightly for support, his other hand holding onto a crutch.Â
âMaybe we should move into a bigger apartment,â you muse, helping him to the couch. Your gaze shifts to his injured knee, your face falling. âDoes it hurt?â
âOnly when I think about it. Which is pretty much all the time,â Spencer says, wincing as he finally collapses against the cool leather cushions. âThank you for doing this.â
You look almost offended at his words as you brush his hair out of his face and into a makeshift ponytail. âDid you think that I wouldnât?â
He hums as he feels the way your fingers pull lightly at his hair, your nails scraping against his scalp. âThought youâd get tired of me. After, you know, everything.â
âNone of that was your fault,â you remind him swiftly. âThisââ you gesture to his kneeâ âisnât either.â
He softens, leaning his cheek on your shoulder. Youâve been there for him through everything and he knows what specifically it is youâre referring to. He could see it from the moment his doctors informed you that he wouldnât take the vicodin they had prescribed to him to soothe his discomfort. His thought process makes sense; he didnât want to risk it. Regardless, he was left with a growing pain in his leg that didnât shake even after taking toradol.Â
âIâd never get tired of you,â you clarify, squeezing his hands. âYouâre too pretty to get tired of.â
He lets out a proper laugh as he squeezes back. âYouâre funny.â
âIâm being serious!â
He laughs again, shaking his head adamantly. âLiar.â
âWhen have I ever lied to you?â
Spencer beams in your direction, pressing kisses against the soft of your jaw. âYouâre right.â
A triumphant smile spreads across your face at his words. âExactly.â
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From his spot on the couch, Spencer watches guiltily as you hustle and bustle about in the kitchen, grabbing plates and filling them to the brim with the food you ordered from the Chinese place he loves. He feels bad seeing you work so hard looking after him; especially when you have your own workload to take care of. He doesnât even notice that youâve already placed his portion of food in front of him until you whack him lightly on his head with some napkins.Â
âStop it. I know what youâre thinking.â You shoot him a half-hearted glare as you snap open your chopsticks. âI want to do this. I truly donât mind.â
âYouâre already doing so much,â he insists, âIâm okay, angel, I swear.â
You are not easily convinced and you point to the list of things the doctor suggested you to do in order to ensure Spencerâs speedy recovery. âI have a responsibility, Walter. What will your team do without you?â
âTheyâll live,â he assures, reaching a hand out to massage the muscles by your shoulders. âI think youâve seen me naked more the past two weeks than you have our entire relationship.â
âWell itâs not my fault that you need to bathe,â you argue, stabbing at your noodles. âYou love it really.â
His cheeks burn with embarrassment at the accusation. âI do not! Itâs humiliating.â
âItâs nothing I havenât seen before,â you soothe, smiling at him. âBesides, itâll only be like this for a little while longer.â
âIf you consider five months to be âa little while longerâ,â he quips as he shovels food into his mouth.
You let out a laugh, not finding offence is his sarcastic blow. He thinks youâre a blessing and he figures that you definitely are. Who else can deal with the problems of him being, well, him aside from you? Spencer doesnât know what he would do without you. How could he when you manage to push all the darkness and negativity away?
âIâm lucky to have you,â he says finally, his gaze on your face. âYouâre so good to me.â
You hum in response, wiping your mouth and curling into his good side, draping an arm over his middle. âThatâs true. Youâre good to me, too.â
He brings his hand over your waist and kisses the side of your face in an act of reciprocation. âYouâre beautiful.â
Heat crawls up your neck to your ears at the sudden compliment and you canât help the silly bashful smile that pulls at your lips. Your mouth opens and closes, deciding on what to respond with before you settle with a simple, âThank you.â
Itâs the honest truth. Thereâs a look about you that tells him that you donât believe it, but he doesnât say anything more to try and convince you. He tells it to you everyday; heâs sure that youâll end up accepting the compliments more readily. Your being beautiful might have been what had drawn him to you in the first place. Although he isnât entirely sure. He recalls a certain folktale about invisible stings and how it was tying him to you. Thereâs something pretty about that thought, the mere idea that you were made for him and he was lucky enough to actually hold you in his arms.Â
Youâve turned the television on now, a romance movie playing on the screen with familiar actors. Itâs supposed to be a comedy, at least that was what the description on the DVD said, about the main male lead reminiscing about his year that he spent with some manic pixie dream girl. Spencer doesnât understand how that could be comedic but you seem to enjoy it.Â
Spencer has tuned out the movie now, finding entertainment in the reactions you have. Your face morphs into different emotions with each dramatic scene and in that moment Spencer realises one very important thing.Â
âIâm gonna marry you one day,â he whispers, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.Â
âWhat was that?â you ask obliviously and you lift your eyes to look up at him.Â
âNothing,â he dismisses, pressing his lips to your forehead. âJust keep watching the movie, angel.â
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known strangers - jude bellingham x reader.
quick sum: when a stranger from the past is now your future, how are things going to work when the only thing in mind you have is that weekend and him. your boss.
wc: 4k | masterlist | judeâs masterlist
psa đŁïž: HIIIIII!!! ceo!jude ?? yess plsss!! inspired by a clip back when he did cibieles, and a few requests i mixed and played around with đ€đ€ like always hope you enjoy!! and i am sooo sorry for delaying this!! yet i do feel i'm getting back on track đ€đ»
âit should not be this fucking hot⊠why is it so hot?â you blabber to yourself, the wind blowing pieces of your hair around all over the place, making them stick to your lipgloss. you gently removed them from your lips, but they frustrated you more as they returned. your heels clicked against the floor, tugging your purse tighter once you arrived at the huge, tall building downtown.Â
you were directed right away by the receptionist, her simple instructions to take the elevator to the last floor and then turn left. you felt frozen upon seeing the metal doors, a bubble of anxiety rising through your throat as you began to take it all in. the huge building, the fancy decor, the employees. you felt more than fortunate to land a job a couple of months after you graduated.Â
most of your friends and people you attended uni with either landed jobs before graduation or were still looking for those opportunities. your line of work came in handy, and you were very pleased at how much you had achieved at your age. you could travel, work, spoil yourself, and make a title for yourself. this was the first chance for you to start your career independently and you took that very seriously.Â
you scrolled aimlessly on your phone while waiting for the elevator doors to close, checking the latest emails and texts from your friends, holding your purse tight, and fixing your hair back to how it should've been before the wind ruined it. âadvice them to assure they're all prepared, the last time they couldn't even utter a word and take responsibility for what they didâŠâ you looked up, standing straighter as you heard a deep voice.Â
the word scared couldn't even define how you felt at that moment, the blood rushing down your face and stomach-turning upon seeing a similar figure. the same person you spent a night with a summer ago. you recognized him from a mile away as he moved in slow motion, or was it just in your head? it couldnât possibly be him? or could it?
you looked away almost immediately when you locked eyes for a few seconds, clearing your throat and pretending not to be bothered, but truly you were dying inside just a little. not a little, a lot, you felt like throwing up. maybe you were being dramatic, but a worse fear of yours was seeing somebody you recognize or know in public.
oh how much you wanted to be over, yet it didn't end. the elevator ride was endless, the four walls feeling like they were closing you in, filled with heated tension, and awkwardness. All you could do was breathe quietly, look up to be faced with his firm and structured back under his suit, or be on your phone. you let out a sigh of relief once you walked out, legs wobbly, and your stomach back in place, thankful you didn't throw up from nerves.Â
you quickly forgot about it, knowing he didn't remember you or acknowledged it. you attended the first meeting of the day, getting to meet a couple of new coworkers who would be participating in the same campaign as you. you all settled to get drinks and lunch together later on after finishing a hypothetical proposal and outline.Â
a bead of happiness burst in your chest. you could get used to this, it wasn't as bad as it seemed and you fitted in with the rest of them there.Â
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âthis weather is so bipolar i don't think my hair will handle it,â said lilly frustrated, shaking her umbrella and putting it away. âas an american this is completely different than where i live, iâd be dying from the heat right now,â she jokes earning a laugh from everyone. âi promise itâs not that bad,â chris sarcastically says shrugging off his coat.Â
âthat bad? it rained all week!â
you were allowed an hour break for lunch, so you all settled for a nice coffee shop across the street since the weather didnât look promising. after debating and getting conceived by lilly, you ordered an iced coffee and chocolate croissant, content and ready to eat something. the whole group sat by the windows, getting distracted by the rainfall before julian spoke up.Â
âhave you guys met the ceo?â you shake your head no, having no idea what they were or who exactly they were referring to. âno, letâs not even call in that negative energy⊠the receptionists in the front were gossiping how he had super high expectations for us after last years team was a disaster,â julian stressed, shaking horrified, almost as he had been part of it.Â
âwho exactly is the ceo?â you asked with an unsure smile, earning looks and daggers. âwhat? what do you mean you donât know who he is? he basically runs this entire city!â julian was first to speak making you laugh, âyouâre joking right?â you deadpan earning a shake from julian. âno⊠you do realize we have a meeting later with him⊠right?âÂ
âi barely fully moved in two days ago and havenât had time to do any research,â you explain taking a sip of your drink. âokay why did i also not know this?â chris exclaimed taking his phone out immediately to check his email.Â
âguys we canât forget stuff like this especially when he has strictly scheduled meetings with us! iâm not lying when i say this man will fire us on the spot,â stressed julian making you and lilly snicker a laugh but totally agreeing with him. you couldnât lose this job just because of minor details like this. you needed to be prepared and organized.Â
âwhat else do you know about this ceo?â lilly teased him, laughing when he squinted his eyes towards her.Â
âwell for starters this man is strict and loves his work done in a well manner. if he believes you won't succeed with him, he won't even bother to call you into his office. he was born and raised in england his whole life, he's considered like royalty now with the status he has. you can probably piece heâs the most young eligible bachelor if women are luck to cross his path.âÂ
âhe started his company at a young age, no one knows by what or what inspired him, but it's rumored by a small incident when he was young. he's rated most arogant, executive, successful, directorial ceo in all of europe. If that doesnât scare you than i donât know what doesâŠâ he finished saying.Â
âwell then⊠no pressure guys,â you jokedÂ
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âmy hand hurts i canât write anymore,â you sigh removing your glasses and gently closing your eyes feeling how dry and irritated they were, from switching to your ipad and writing notes in your notebook. âthat double espresso shot hasnât kicked in yet,â yawned chris, standing up and stretched.Â
âfor our first day we havenât done so bad-â
a knock on the glass doors made everyone turn their head, a woman in her late 50s came in, âyour scheduled meeting with the ceo is in five.â a sudden mood shift was practically immediate, everyone glancing at each other before prancing around to gather their items. julian even taking a breather before being the first to walk out.Â
your steps stopped, lilly almost crashing into you as you stared ahead to the one person you didnât think of ever seeing again. jude. there was no describing how you felt, you couldnât hear anything around you, just focused on him. How he spoke and had this angry daze on him. julian wasn't lying when he said everyone feared him, you just prayed he didnât call or recognize you.Â
âyou good?â
ây-yeah-h iâm fine! It just hit me out of nowhere you,â you quickly lied, offering a small smile before hiding behind everyone.Â
jude looked up dismissing what seemed like his assistant before stepping over to where you all stood. luck didnât seem to be on your side, since everyone got into a line and put on their most professional smile. jude shook everyone's hand, greeting them and welcoming them to his company. your chest moved up and down as he approached you, biting the inside of your lip anxiously.Â
âhello, welcome. iâm jude bellingham, it's a delight⊠to have you here,â jude stammered, his hand shaking yours slower almost as if he wanted to take a better look. you barely looked up just focused on shaking his hand and for him to continue down to the last person. âthank you for having us here,â you spoke softly, removing your hand gently so he could continue on.Â
judeâs stare lingered on you earning a small shove from lilly who asked with her eyes, âdoes he know you? do you know him?â you ignored, rather focusing now on your shoes which you had not noticed had mud on them, a headache wanting to appear just by the couple last minutes.Â
how was it possible? how was it possible for the two of you to be here? in the same room? he was now your boss, and you were his employee. you were to follow his rules, while he just observed and made them. this wasnât how it was supposed to go. you envisioned a dream different than this. you were convinced it was someone else but not him?Â
you avoided him at all costs, not wanting to make it weird for him or yourself, but rather save the embarrassment and fear you felt for some other time. if you felt he got nearer you walked away somewhere else, you looked up when it felt like he was the only one staring at you while he spoke. the only constant thought in your head was to act like the professional y/n everyone knew. the one who held her head up high, and got her way no matter what.Â
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âwhy is it youâre doing this?â you asked cheerfully, slipping into judeâs hold as he fixed his sunglasses and laid back on the pool chair. âi donât understand what you mean?â he shrug, his hand racing from your spine down to your bum, where he rubbed it softly over the bikini material. âexplain to me darling.â
âwe just met jude⊠it feels like weâve known each other longer⊠surely it feels like something elseâŠâ
jude chuckled. âiâll keep it simple. i happened to be on a business trip and i stumbled across you. youâve recently graduated, and traveled here to celebrate. though now you're here with me⊠in this lounge chair, in my bed, in my arms, because that how attached weâve gotten? tell me iâm wrong?â he challenged, as he leaned up and slid you onto his lap.Â
âyouâre wrong,â you dared with a huge smile on your face sliding your hands onto his shoulders feeling his lips pepper kisses onto your jaw.Â
âthen iâm not doing my job correctly.âÂ
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âi wanna know more about you, tell me,â you leaned over slightly grabbing his hand and brushed your thumb softly over his knuckles. judeâs eyes followed your movements feeling hesitant since he never did this. his job didnât allow him to have enough personal time to be himself. but with you, heâd kill to spend every moment together.Â
so he found himself losing himself in your eyes and allowing himself to reply to any question, doubt, feeling you had. âi promise iâm not that interesting as you thinkâŠâÂ
âsurely that canât be true? there's always something more hidden, a locked mystery in a person who doesn't fully show themselves to the worldâŠâ you reply taking a sip of your wine staring into his intense eyes, not knowing that behind them jude was already obsessing and going crazy about the idea of you. you allowed yourself to be you and vulnerable, why couldnt he?
âask me anything.âÂ
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âwhat's the biggest aspiration you had as a kid?â jude randomly asked, tucking his head closer into your neck. âthe word aspiration would be impossible for five year old me to know. the dream she had was to explore the ocean as a mermaid, then grow up to be teacher,â you rambled.
âwould she be proud of the person you are now?âÂ
âshe would be mad because of stubborn she was but yes, more than proudâŠâÂ
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Judeâs chest burned with anger, grabbing the nearest item before throwing hearing it break into tiny pieces. He took a seat by the balcony looking over to the smallÂ
âdear jude,Â
the past week has been the most strangest yet fulfilled week iâve ever had. never did i imagine to meet an extraordinary person like you. and so it pains me write this knowing we have different and separate lives. believe me, iâm saving you from something that wouldâve turned ugly. you deserve better and its not me. you have exclusivity, a richer mentality that i know for sure i canât live up to⊠just think of me of the one person who you first ever truly got to be yourself with⊠five year old jude would be proud.
- y/n âĄïž
jude was back to the old him. the one before meeting you. the one too busy for anything and focused on his companies future. yet he couldnât think at all, your scent lingering around his rrom, in the white button up you wore the night before, just right after moaning his name during your high. Â
he laughed in disbelief, once again feeling the disappointment and pain in his chest, gliding across the room to the coffee bar where a almost empty bottle of whiskey stood. not thinking it one second and grabbing the bottle to take a huge jug of the bitter drink.Â
âexclusivity my ass.â
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âanything else we can get for you sir?â your coworker asks, jude sighing and loosing his tie. you looked down at your feet, making sure your heels were still shiny after stepping on mud but cleaning it off as you shifted your weight nervously. âyou. whatâs your name?â his tone laced with a demanding manner. âme?-â lilly blurted.
âno her, the one next to you.âÂ
âiâm y/n⊠what can i help with,â you nodded. you felt exposed under a microscope. like a new scientific specie discovered. everyone's eyes were on you, making you want to run out and book the first flight back. judeâs eyes widen a tad bit, not knowing if he was just taking you in or if he remembered that same night back in the almafi coast.Â
âthatâs it for today. i will see you all wednesday,â jude shook his head, a bubble of relief bursting through his chest when he recognized you. that same excitement from that night you first met, where you spent the entire evening together, drinks, dinner, dancing, to then sharing his bed in the most intimate manner.Â
had you remembered him like he did?Â
ây/n? please stay back, iâd like to run a few things with you,â you were sure your stomach had dropped to your ass again for the second time today, heart banging in your chest that doctors wouldâve busted into the room quickly. your friend gave you a confused look, receiving a shy smile from you. you werenât sure what he wanted, or expected, all you wanted was to leave.Â
âwhat can i help with?â you said again, taking short strides as you opened your notebook and prepared to take notes. âwhy is that i recognize you from somewhere?â jude pushed his brows in, eyes roaming you as you took a seat in front of him. you gulped afraid your voice would sound scared and small in front of jude. could you even call him that? or would you have to refer to him as sir like others? âuh⊠maybe you have me confused with someone else,â you offered a lie, pursing your lips.Â
âno. i know who you areâŠâ jude persisted
âiâm sorry sir, i think you are mistaken-â
âjude, call me jude.â
âj-jude, this is a huge misunderstanding,â you giggle nervously shaking your hands, watching as the tall man stands up from his chair and came around to sit on his desk right exactly infront of you. his jaw clenched, leaning slightly back as his hand interlocked and rested just below his stomach, watching as he took a deep breath. âsome could argue it isnât.â Â
âi don't know-â
âlast year i fired two people on their first day because they lied to me. will we have a repeat of that today y/n?â he said sternly making you scoff in disbelief. âexcuse me? if me being here bothers you that much then it sounds like an ego problem,â you defend sitting up straight, closing your notebook.Â
âiâm not here to waste your time or mine either. just get onto what you need to say,â you hurried no caring if you sassed or had an attitude. the nerve to threaten you, on your first day, just because of some history. âthe history that keeps you up y/nâ⊠said your conscious.
itâs true⊠and while you hated to bring him up, to recall every memory spent on that trip. you knew deep inside he wasnât just a stranger. he was someone engraved in your mind until forever held its peace.Â
you felt shitty the morning after leaving him. remembering how tears flew down your cheeks as you wrote the letter, how jude could sense the already empty space before you walked out. out of the room and his life. but never in your life had you become that scared of being that vulnerable and attached.Â
every piece of him haunted you. the name, his music taste, the black tie he used the first night you shared a bed together, his briefcase filled with documents, the black gel pens, and gold watch. you felt him everywhere though he was no longer there. you knew the insecurities had won, and you accepted that a person like him could never be with you. the status, the medal he wore around his neck. you couldnât be that.Â
âwhat i need to say? itâs not even close to enough to what i felt after you left me⊠i know it was you in the elevator this morning, yet i fooled myself into thinking it wasnât because surely it didnât seem realâŠâ you looked away rubbing your hands across your lap to clean off the sweat your palms began to build.Â
âyou didnât mean anything to me⊠i lied,â you said quickly wanting to forget about him and to push him away. you couldnât mess up this job opportunity. not wanting to risk what your colleagues, what the press would say. not wanting to risk the possibility of a lifetime just because of a week you spent together. you didnât do all this work just to get nothing and over a man who just feel rage because of your fault.Â
âyou see, to me exclusivity means nothing to me. not when i know i have the voice to control and decide my life⊠to chose who i want to spend the rest of my life with,â his voice sounded deep, he looked so hot with his suit on. just exactly how you remembered if not even more handsome. âthen do it with someone else, you aren't enough, never will be,â you appointed quickly, standing up and paced around.
jude scoffed a laugh, not feeling an ounce of hurt, rather the exciting feeling in his veins, he sat still in the corner of his desk as he watched you frantically. âbaby iâll always be more than enough, my name is jude bellingham,â he turned you down wanting to laugh at the glare you gave him. âThereâs more to us than the almafi coast, donât you forget it,â he stood on his point, knowing there was no way out for you.Â
he walked to you, hands in his pocket, âi just needed a warm bed to sleep with at night,â you said trying to hurt him and make him believe you were terrible, but he could see the lies behind your eyes⊠âthe lies y/n⊠when will it stop and just admit you know you can't deceive meâŠâ his chest brushed against your back, feeling his nose trace your ear down to the corner of your jaw.Â
âyou donât want to tell me its fate?â he felt you crumble, how you allowed him to hold and let him continue. âyou donât mean to tell me you aren't here because the universe put us in this exact moment?â he defied, referring to a small astrology talk you had when walking on the beach late at night.Â
âyouâre just bluffing.â
âno youâre wrongâŠâ he shook his head, turning you swiftly where he lifted your chin gently to face him. âyou can try to forget and ignore me at all costs, just know iâm the only one here who know you. not just professionally but personally as well,â jude intimidated. yet you didnât feel scared or frightened. you felt drawn to be closer and closer, because its the aura and affect he carried.Â
âthis is wrong jude, what will they say! you're my boss⊠everyone is afraid of youâŠâ you said softly, breathing deeply as your forehead itched closer. âthey should be afraid of me especially if they have the nerve to speak about you,â he lifted your face once again, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist. âbut when i'm with you⊠iâm the man who i was back in the almafi coast. i donât have to be forced to be someone iâm not, i can be jude⊠the jude five year old me would be proud ofâŠâ jude continued, pressing a kiss on your cheek.Â
âjudeâŠâ you whimpered, hands gliding across his chest where you slowly drew up to his neck.Â
âiâm angry with you so angry⊠for leaving me⊠for hurting me⊠for allowing me to get to this pointâŠâ jude spoke, his brows drawn in angrily yet holding you so gently, shaking his head at every sentence. âiâm sorryâŠâ you attempted but instead were silenced by a small âshhâ jude hummed.Â
âit can be scary i know it can, but we could have saved us from all this if we simply tried y/n⊠all i wanted was for us to try. you left me confused, used! you let me believe i was used by you because you left in the end. i was scared i had pushed you away,â jude spoke softly yet with a tone filled with remorse.
âi pushed myself away⊠my thoughts were consumed by past actions and beliefs jude! i did it with the intention to protect us from this! from the hurting you feel, felt! i canât allow myself to get so attached to a person knowing the outcome it can have. we both donât deserve that,â you humbled.
âwe donât darling, we donât⊠but you're here with me⊠in my arms, what does that say?â you shrugged at him, feeling to pull away but the feeling of home in his arms was to much to overcome.Â
âit means that were known strangers, and it won't be easy to just work under the same building knowing what we did, what we felt. and iâll do anything to prove to you that exclusivity and status have nothing to do with the future i picture you and me with. there is a happy ever after for us, canât you feel it?â he placed your small hand against his fast-beating heart.Â
âyes,â you threw yourself at him, jude groaning as he devoured you as a whole. your kiss messy, not an ounce of sweetness, making up for the long european summer that held the distance you parted with. tasting you like it was his last meal, engraving your closed his in his mind knowing that no matter what, you were his.Â
âmr. bellingham? the orders from germany have just arrived, and we had the underground staff separate them-â a man's voice spoke as they barged in seeing the whole scene uncut, wide eyes and lips as he stuttered out a response. knowing he walked into a lion's den, and it would be hell to get back out. you pushed away from jude, who held a confused stare, to then glaring at his assistant. Â
âoh noâŠâ you whimpered scaredily.Â
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#judey thoughts 5ïžâŁ#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham blurb#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham one shot#jude bellingham fanfic#jude bellingham smut#football fanfic#footballer#football x reader#football imagine#football x y/n#football one shot
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Decent Man Pt.1
The second part
Pairing: Cregan Stark/fem!reader
Author's Note: I've decided to split this into 2 parts just to give myself a chance to work on the ending but I was eager to get something written. This is the first fanfiction I've wrote, or at least posted on this account so I hope it's not too bad.
Summary: You're newly wed to Lord Stark after having only been courted for barely a month. Although the anxieties of having to perform as a 'royal' wife start to eat at you, Cregan proves to be a decent husband.
You must have done it, how else would you be alone in his chambers. Blocking out all the noise and going through the motions would only get you so far. You couldnât even remember the vows. Lord Stark had arranged for there to be no bedding ceremony, perhaps an act of mercy. Youâve heard some lords complain they simply want their lady wives all to themselves, untouched and unspoiled. You were neither. You werenât sure if your Lord husband was either.Â
You hadnât learned much about him during your courting, not that it lasted long. Your father practically jumped at the opportunity for a stronger alliance to the most powerful house in the North. It must have appeased Lord Stark as well, seeing how quickly heâd agreed to the marriage, it had barely taken place a fortnight after youâd met. Now though, you were in his room, none to accompany you but your ladies in waiting. A few had come with you from your own keep, or rather your fathers. And one or two had been appointed to you since coming to Winterfell to stay. You could hardly form the words to tell them you could undress yourself. Maybe it was the cloak weighing you down, making it harder to breath the harsh winter air. You let it slip off your shoulders and yet you still feel heavy, a weight in your chest and a hard lump in your throat.Â
Hearing the thick wooden door swing open and shut after heavy footfalls and quick scurrying of feet made the pit in your stomach sink even lower. âAre you well?â He asked, definitely due to your silent stewing. The whole night youâve been lost in your own thoughts.Â
âYes, I am well, thank you.â You force a courteous smile to you face, although more brief and sour than youâd intended. You figure youâll have to do a lot more of that in the coming years. âYou do not look well.â Your not sure he says so in a demeaning way, more so that heâs seen through your flimsy facade. Or maybe heâs focused on the way your hands desperately seek purchase on your gown as your eyes start to brim with tears. You canât control it when they start to spill.Â
âThere is no need for us to,â He gestures between you with a sigh, trying to supplement actions for words. âConsummate the marriage tonight, if you do not wish it.â He tries to search your eyes for any sort of answer but you avoid his gaze. âDid you hear-âÂ
âLetâs just get it over with.â You say, voice low and wavering with all itâs strength to keep it from cracking. Another stray tear falls down your cheek as you reach behind yourself for the laces of your gown but two large hands hold your arms still.Â
âYou truly think so little of me? That I wouldâ Like I said, there is no need to consummate the marriage tonight.â He brings your arms out from behind your back, holding your chilled hands in his. His fingers and palms are calloused, yet his grip gentle. âI barely had a chance to court you before we wed, perhaps we might come to know each other before; that.â Your eyes flicker down to where his hands encompass yours, and he quickly recedes after catching on but strangely, you find yourself missing his warmth.Â
As your eyes find his once more he continues. âI shall have a few ladies in your service prepare a chamber for you. I know youâve not had space for your things but I assure you theyâve been taken care of. In the mean time though youâll need to take your rest here.â He turns to make for the door and surprisingly a part of you longs for him to stay. The brief bit of kindness heâs shown to you is more than you can say for those that attended your wedding. Your father truly had not exaggerated the icy attitude of those in the North. Lord Stark however, to see his wintry exterior slowly melt away has made it almost impossible to detest him. âI will see you on the morrow, my lady.â He opens the door and a cold breeze comes over you, yet you donât shiver, the cold only emboldens you. âThank you, Lord Stark, for your kindness.â your voice is somewhat steady now, no longer fighting an imminent sob. He nods at your words, âCregan will do just fine, my lady.â Youâre alone now and the chill is gone. All the warmth radiating from the hearth is slowly becoming too much to bear even as it smolders to embers. The absence of your Lord husband leaves you feeling alone now, more than youâve ever been.
#house of the dragon#reader insert#cregan stark#cregan x reader#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark x you#cregan stark/reader#cregan stark/you
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Paper Flowers (b.b. x fem!reader)
pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: classism, anxious/slightly insecure reader, use of "young lady" and feminine descriptors
a/n: the second part of Language of Flowers is here! Thank you so much for all the love on the first part and I hope you enjoy the second one just as much! I set it up to have more parts in the future so if anyone is interested in that, let me know!!
The eyes of the ton were as insufferable as ever. One would have thought that a lady in simpler attire would attract less attention than those in large adornments or hair pieces, but today appeared the opposite indeed. Sure, when you were personally delivering large floral orders to peopleâs estates, you had eyes on you, but you could ignore them then. Then, you knew you would not be in their line of vision for long and you could rest assured with the guarantee that no one would remember past that moment. Now, however, now you were out walking in your simple attire with a lord. A lord of one of the most illustrious families no less. You had tried to convince Benedict to take the less occupied back roads, but he insisted that his desired destination would be faster reached should you take the main road. Not wanting to make a scene in public, you were left to be made a spectacle.Â
The looks you were receiving were not lost on Benedict, but he chose to keep his head up high, nodding and smiling when someone was about to pull an ugly face. Perhaps the ton were weary as to why someone of his status was walking with a working class young lady, but frankly, he was too happy that he had gotten you on this walk in the first place to even consider how wild it might appear on the surface. He nearly reached out to grab your hand when he saw the Cowpers were approaching from the modiste, but realised just in time how much worse the physical affection might be and refrained, choosing to wipe some imaginary dust off of his trousers instead.Â
âSomething else will catch their attention by morning, do not fret,â he whispered with his head tilted in your direction but looking over your head rather than at you in an effort to look less obvious.Â
You had been so caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that were entrapped in him appearing at the shop and your parents sending you away that you had not had the time to think about presentation at all. You had heard girls lamenting to each other about their lacklustre presentations to the Queen and you could imagine that it felt something similar to this. All eyes on you, no one truly seeing you, yet everyone so quick to make a passing judgement.Â
âHad I cared about the opinions of others, I would not have asked for your time. But I am here because I care not about them, but about you. Keep your head high, we are almost there,â Benedict whispered once again. While his words were nice, they did little to soothe your anxiety. Nonetheless, you raised your chin up higher, realising you had been staring at the cobblestone more than what was in front of you. You soon found yourself quickly approaching a luscious green field that left you wondering how Benedict had ever found it. It was much closer to the shops than his estate, and with the ton spending most of their months in the country, you questioned how his discovery of this place might have come about. âWe have arrived,â Benedict commented with a small smile on his face, waving his arm out to the side in demonstration.Â
âHowever did you find this place?â You questioned.Â
âBeing a child in a clan of eight means a lot of time to make daring escapes during family shopping trips,â he smiles, mischievous as you ever saw. The smile gives the impression that he looked back on those memories fondly, as you did with memories of you and your sisters. Maybe you had never had big family shopping trips into town, but the moral of the story lies in the bonds strengthened with those you were with. You started to believe you might have more in common than you previously imagined.Â
âI figured we could sit and admire the view. Talk for a little, if it suits you,â Benedict looked over at you, gesturing to a place clear of any wandering eyes where you could lean against the sturdy tree trunk and watch the breeze create waves over the pond.Â
âIt suits me very well,â you nodded, a small smile etching its way onto your face as he sat down first, offering his hand as to assist you in doing the same.Â
âIâd say the way the sun hits suits you very nicely as well,â he complimented, âyouâre practically glowingâ.Â
âA fan of flattery are we Mr. Bridgerton?â you asked, teasingly but trying not to show it.Â
âOnly when I feel it necessaryâ.Â
Though you were promised conversation, Benedict did not want to force it, so the two of you sat in silence, taking in the sights and sounds of this hidden paradise. The silence was not uncomfortable, mind you, but rather a space in which the two of you could gather all of your thoughts. The grass waved to and fro in the light breeze, catching glimmers of sunlight in every direction. It looked as though someone had sprinkled fairy dust and every sparkle was destined to catch your eye. The tree you were leaning on had a small hole in the trunk, and you quickly caught two squirrels dashing in and out of it, dancing on the tree branches above you.Â
âThis place is-â âI wanted to ask-â you realised you had started speaking at the same time. You nodded at Benedict, silently urging him to continue first.Â
âI wanted to ask why you were so adamant about disliking me upon our first visitâ.Â
You paused. You knew this question was going to appear sooner or later and yet you did not have a precise answer. Not one that felt worthy enough of your anger anyway. It was not unlike you to get an idea stuck in your head and run with it, so unchanging that you had to apologise many a time to family members for such unwavering anger. It always felt silly a few days later, as it did now, to have held onto an unsupported emotion for so long, but you liked admitting your faults just as much as you liked giving Benedict the time of day when you first met. Surely your idea was not so drastic this time, as you had met many men of the ton and of the working class who held women in low regard, instantly annoying you, but you also knew that this time you were angered more because of his brother than because of him. You had just happened to meet him first.Â
You decided it would be easier to just tell Benedict as such, and he sat there quietly during your entire speech. He did not interrupt, did not interject, did not even look away while you were explaining. It made you feel even sillier that he was listening so attentively to a situation you grew more and more embarrassed about. Ending your spiel, you placed your head in your hands, leaning your elbows against your knees as to become as small as possible. Benedict was quick to remedy this, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling your arm away from your face. He looked at you with a goofy smile before reaching for an inner pocket in his jacket.Â
âSo your problem lies not with me, but with my brother?âÂ
âI do not believe I actually have a problem with any of you. Not a reasonable one anyway; I was merely already agitated and the situation you laid before me sounded so similar to ones I had heard before that I clumped you all together. This is not to dismiss the derogatory nature that men in the ton and of the working class have I just-âÂ
âI believe I understand,â Benedict cut you off, but only so you would not have to repeat your feelings in order to feel that you had explained them properly. âNow that we are at least a little on the same page, I did not want you to think that I had left you out of my gifting endeavours entirely,â he pulled something out of his inner pocket and you immediately noticed a delicate pale pink ribbon tying little cards together. âI couldnât entirely fight the urge to gift flowers, even though you work with them constantly, so I figured some longer lasting ones might be nicerâ. He handed you the stack of cards and you gingerly unwrapped the bow from the front in order to get a better look. Now it was Benedictâs turn to become embarrassed, as he feared you may not like or appreciate them. You came from a family of florists, of course it was a low blow to gift you something related to your trade. This was a terrible idea and he should have never-Â
âThese areâŠbeautiful,â you sighed, shifting through the cards with soft eyes. He had painted multiple flowers with their meanings listed under them in the fashion of miniatures. They were incredibly detailed and gorgeous that you could not imagine the amount of effort it took not only for him to create each flower but find their meaning as well. âYou are an artist, I take itâ.Â
âIâŠdabbleâ.Â
âDo not be modest Mr. Bridgerton. If this is dabbling I would love to see what your proper art looks like,â you smiled up at him and felt all worry about his gift choices melt away. You liked them and that is all that mattered.Â
âMy mother is quite well versed in the language of flowers, so I figured I would use what talent I have for youâ.Â
âMy little sister, Abigail, keeps our flower book on her shelf so it is quite nice that now I can have one of my own. No matter how versed one might be, there is always the fear that one might forget, so these will prove quite useful I think.âÂ
Everything was going perfectly in Benedictâs mind. You liked his gift, you enjoyed the space you were in, you were smiling. You carefully tied the cards back together with the pale ribbon, turning them over and over again in your hand as if you couldnât believe someone had taken the time to gift you such a thing. In truth you couldnât; your family were certainly not the wealthiest in England, so gifts were small or hard to come by. They only really happened during holidays and birthdays, but half the time you ended up sharing with your sisters. Not that you were complaining, you loved your sisters dearly and were grateful for anything you received, but being able to have something to call your own was magical.Â
A quick glance at Benedictâs pocket watch caused the whole scene to come crashing down, however, as he jumped up and informed you that he was late for a family event. You urged him to go, thanking him for the gift and the time, assuming this would be the end of your time together indefinitely. Benedict seemed to have other ideas.Â
âThere is a party. Two nights from now and I would love if you would come with meâ.Â
âShould you not be worried about bringing me?âÂ
âWhatever for?â Your question seemed lost on him.Â
âBringing someone of a lower status to a ton party would surely cause scandal, would it not?âÂ
âNo, see, this is a party where everyone is invited. All types of people mingling together for an evening, doing whatever the night calls them to do. It is truly wonderful and it would be even more wonderful if you would attend. It would be after shop hours, so you would not have to worry about leaving your family to fend for themselves,â he teased and you laughed, âand I could come pick you up, make sure you arrive safely and allâ.Â
âIf you are sure,â to which Benedict nodded enthusiastically, âthen I suppose I shallâ.Â
His smile grew wide as he lightly grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it before starting the walk in the opposite direction back towards Mayfair. You were still wary of what had taken place, and the promise you just made, but you supposed if one of you was certain enough about it that it would be fine. Or at least you hoped.
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Rooted in Love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad Bucky and he's beefy!)
Word Count: 1,740
Summary: You and Bucky run into each other (literally) while plant shopping.
Author's Note: So a few days ago a friend shared the amazing art done by @nalonzooo and I immediately fell in love with her plant!dad bucky! Please go check out her page, it will just make you so happy! Her art was the inspo for this story and will be for the rest of this Universe- which I already plan to do more of! Thank you all so much for reading and thank you @nalonzooo for sharing your beautiful work! And thank you to my lovely friends @witchywithwhiskey @vonalyn and @biteofcherry for your support and help! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžDivider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!đ„°
Warnings: Fluffy sweet fluff, plants and Alpine!
You hand the money to the cashier with a smile and gently cradle your new plant to your body before walking off toward the car. Youâre not paying attention to where youâre going because youâre looking down and cooing over your new friend, a spider plant, whom youâve aptly named Spidey.
Suddenly the sun goes out of view and a shadow falls over you just before you walk straight into what feels like a wall.
âOof, shit,â you mutter, juggling your spider plant and thankfully managing to hold on to it. âIâm sorry!â you quickly add, now looking up.
You can barely see the person behind all the green leaves and fronds but you do hear a deep voice say, âno doll, Iâm sorry! I can barely see where Iâm going and should probably have gotten a cart. Are you ok?â
Your giggle escapes without warning but you assure him youâre fine.
âUm, do you want some help? I only have one plant so I can take one or two off your hands.â
He stands there for a moment, clearly contemplating youâre offer. âYou know what, that would be great!â he says finally. âCan you grab the two smaller ones here.â
His body shifts so you can take two plants that are resting precariously on his forearm.
âSure!â
You reach over and carefully take them from him, revealing something you were not at all expecting.Â
Thereâs a fluffy white cat curled up in the crook of his arm, itâs blue eyes peering at you with curiosity.
âOh how cute!â you squeal.
Plant guy chuckles. âThatâs Alpine. Heâs very friendly so you can say hi if you want.â
Your hand immediately shoots out to rub Alpine gently on the head and then scratch behind his ears.
âHeâs so sweet and handsome,â you gush.
After several moments spent doting on Alpine you realize poor plant guy is still standing there holding way too many plants.
âOh shit,â you mumble. âIâm sorry! Youâre totally standing here waiting to go to your car and carrying a whole forest and here I am just petting your cat like itâs nothing.â
âItâs really ok doll,â he says. âI appreciate the help and Alpine loves the attention.â
You try to peek around the large leaves to get a look at this guyâs face but you canât really make out more than a black hat and the outline of a dark shadow of hair lining his sculpted jaw.
But when he says, âmy car is just over here,â and he starts walking to the parking lot you get a better glimpse of the rest of him and canât help the way your breath hitches.
âDamnâŠâ you whisper to yourself.
Heâs tall, with long thick legs and broad shoulders and an ass you already want to grab hold of.
âWell,â he starts. âMy keys are in my back pocket and uhâŠâ
You put the plants youâre holding down onto the pavement and hold out your hands. âHere give me a couple more this way you can free up a hand.â
âGood idea,â he says with a chuckle. âI was about to ask you to reach into my pocket but that wouldnât be appropriate before at least a date right?â Â
You bite your lip to stifle your laugh, thinking that you wouldnât have minded at all.
As you take three more plants from him you get a clear view of his face and you canât help but stare.
Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, framed by long, dark lashes and as your gaze sweeps over the rest of his face you realize heâs literally gorgeous.
âHi,â you say far too breathily. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âHey doll,â he answers with a megawatt smile but seemingly oblivious to your obvious appreciation as he opens the trunk and starts to place the plants down.
As heâs lightening the load of foliage Alpine starts to crawl up his arm until heâs settled comfortably on his shoulder.
Once his hands are free he extends one to you. âIâm James, but you can call me Bucky.â
âBucky,â you repeat, then give him your name. âHow did you get that from James?â
He huffs out a laugh. âJames Buchanan Barnes is my full name and my family shortened the middle and stuck with it.â
âThat makes sense then,â you say lightly.
âThanks again for the help. Iâd probably still be wandering around the parking lot looking for my car if it werenât for you,â he admits, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
âGlad I could help,â you say, meaning it. âYou must have a lot of space for all these.â
You sweep your arm out, motioning to his trunk full of plants.
âYeah, wellâŠI mean sorta. Itâs kinda gettinâ like a Tetris game, but Iâll make it work.â
He looks down at your feet, just now noticing your plant.
âI see you got a spider plant,â he says. âNew plant parent?â
You nod before starting to bend down and pick it up. He stops you with a soft hand to your shoulder. âIâll get it and let me walk you to your car at least.â
He grabs the plant and you see Alpine cling tighter to his shirt and shoulder. A few strands of hair fall loose from his hat and around his ear and when he stands again Alpine starts batting at them.
You cover your mouth, hoping your giggle wonât be heard but Bucky narrows his eyes playfully before explaining, âthis cat is a menace.â
âDoes he behave around all your plants?â you ask. âI bet theyâre fun to bat around.â
You start to walk toward your car which is on the other side of the parking lot, chatting as you go.
âActually, he does. I rescued him when he was just a kitten and started collecting plants around the same time so heâs used to them and knows heâs not allowed to mess around.â
You reach up and give Alpine a soft pat, cooing at him before you continue.
âI really hope I donât kill this one,â you sigh, now glancing over at Spidey. âI love plants but they donât love me.â
âThat was me too,â he tells you. âIt actually took me two spider plants before I got the hang of it. I still feel bad about the first two.â
âThis is my third,â you say quietly, making a face. âThird plant. Not spider plant specifically. But to be fair the first two were definitely not starter plants. I donât know what I was thinkingâŠwell, I do. They were really pretty, with these beautiful flowers- I love flowers- and I wanted them soâŠâ
âI get it doll,â he says, âwe all like pretty things.â
He looks at you, holding your stare and when you smile knowingly you see the pink creep along his cheeks again.
âSo how many plants do you have?â you ask with a smirk.
âUmm,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck. âLetâs seeâŠI mean thereâs the kitchen and thatâs probably one, two, three, fourâŠand then the living roomâŠone, two, three, four, fiveâŠâ he continues on, talking mostly to himself as he counts and lifts his left hand to finish.
You notice heâs wearing a leather glove and when heâs done getting his final count he looks from you to where your eyes are focused.
âSo if Iâm counting right thatâs over twenty-five plants,â he says sheepishly. âAnd uhâŠold war injury.â He twinkles the fingers on his left hand at you with a lopsided smirk.
âA plant connoisseur and a war hero,â you say, hoping your tone comes off as genuine as you mean it. âAnd you have the best cat!â
He brightens at your words and tugs Alpine from his shoulder, cradling him in the crook of his arm. His tight Henley does nothing to hide the bulge of his bicep and the best you can do is try to focus on how cute the cat is so you donât blurt out any of the lascivious thoughts racing through your mind.
âHe is the best cat!â Bucky boasts.
Bucky leans closer to you, as if heâs telling you a deep, dark secret, his voice low. âI have this plant on my balcony that attracts a lot of butterflies and heâs so good that he wonât even try to swat at them. He just sits on my chair and watches them all afternoon! But never goes after one.â
âBest. Cat. Ever.â You proclaim, scratching under Alpineâs chin. âAnd I bet they are beautiful to watch.â
âIf you love flowers youâd love the plants on my balcony!â he says excitedly. âItâs like a rainbow. And I have this indoor desert rose plant thatâs just incredible and my gardeniaâs not only look amazing but they smell amazing too.â
Your smile only grows as he continues chattering on about all his flowering plants but he must realize heâs been rambling because he suddenly trails off and his eyes get wide.
âOh man,â he stammers. âShit, doll. Iâm sorry. That was a lot.â He shifts his weight from foot to foot.
âI donât mind at all,â you tell him honestly. âI think itâs wonderful. Actually, Iâm hoping you can give me some tips to keep Spidey alive.â
You pat the plant pot and then delicately rub one of the long, thin leaves.
âSpidey,â he says with a big smile. âI love that. And I name mine too.â
âPhew,â you say. âThought I was going to be the weird one on that.â
âTell you what,â he says. âIâd love to help you keep Spidey alive but only if you agree to meet me for coffee this weekend.â
You tap your finger to your chin, pretending to think it over. âWhat do you think Alpine?â
The cat blinks at you then meows loudly.
âHe said you should,â Bucky interjects. âThat was definitely a yes.â
âIn that case, definitely a yes,â you say.
âThatâs great doll!â Bucky replies with a grin. âHow about Saturday?â
âSounds perfect.â
After you exchange numbers and agree on a coffee shop between your two apartments you say goodbye.
âThanks again for your help and Iâm really looking forward to our coffee date,â he says, then clamps his mouth shut.
He stares at you with wide eyes again. âI uhâŠI didnât mean dateâŠwhat I meant wasâŠâ
âItâs ok,â you say softly, stepping closer and kissing his cheek. âIâm looking forward to our date too.â
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can you do a fic based on the idea that athena and tommy will team up to fly the plane to safety? idk if it doesn't really happen in the show, I'd love a fic version!
disclaimer: I know nothing about planes, nor do I pretend to. we're all just going to smile and nod as we read through this, just like we do when we watch 911. the idea for this fic comes from @mannafromtevan's theory, which is incredible and I hope is true! Also, while looking for the link to this theory, I saw where @bibuckkinard already wrote a fic based on this theory as well. I haven't read it yet, but everything they write is incredible and will definitely be better than this. Anyway, enjoy!
A small aircraft hit the plane. Co-pilot was ejected. The pilot enabled autopilot, but she's unconscious. There's no one to fly the plane!
That was the call that Athena had with air traffic control just after the incident. It had sent more than half of LA's emergency personnel to the nearest airport, the 217 taking lead on the operation.
Everyone was hovered around, listening as Tommy spoke to Athena and tried to get as much information as he could in what little amount of time they had.
âAnd you said a window was blown out?â Tommy asked.
âYes. A window and then some.â
âWide enough for a person to fit through?â
âThe co-pilot did.â
Tommy was quiet for a moment. Long enough for Athena to come back over the radio. âTommy? Are you still there?â
âI'm here, Athena. I'm thinking. Just hang on a sec.â
âOh, sure,â she answered, the sarcasm in her tone was clear. âI've got nowhere else to be.â
Jameson, a pilot who'd been working with Tommy for nearly five years now, stared at him. He knew that face. âYou have an idea.â It wasn't a question.
âYeah, I do.â
âHow stupid is it?â
âIt has potential.â
âTo work?â
Tommy shook his head. âTo be the dumbest thing I've ever done.â
*****
âYou cannot be serious right now!â Buck exclaimed as Tommy strapped on his gear. The rest of the crew was working on the helicopter behind him, getting it ready to go as quickly as possible. Hen, Chim, and Eddie were there too, standing back while Tommy and Buck spoke.
âIt's the best plan we're gonna get. It's the only plan we're gonna get.â
âIt's not even a plan! It's a death sentence.â
âNot if I succeed it's not.â
âTommy-â
âWe've done crazier things, Evan. Like flying through a hurricane.â
âIntermittent showers,â Buck corrected. âAnd I'd say repelling from a helicopter and into a torn apart jet to try and land the thing when half the controls aren't working is a little crazier than flying through bad weather!â
Tommy placed his hands on Buck's shoulders. âBreathe, Evan. The rescue mission was fully approved by all proper authorities.â
âYou sure you didn't fake mouth static your way into approval?â
Tommy gave him a look. âThere might've been a few omissions. I cannot confirm or deny that though.â
âTommy.â
âHey, what's our motto?â he said, looking past Buck and pointing to the rest of the 118.
âWho cares?!â They chanted.
âMe!â Buck exclaimed. âI care!â He followed behind Tommy as he headed for the chopper. âTommy, please don't-â
Tommy turned on his heels, nearly running straight into Buck as he did so. âEvan,â he started, his voice calm and assured, âIf you knew how to fly, you'd already be up there.â
âBut-â
âAm I wrong?â
Buck pursed his lips, eying Tommy closely before replying. âNo.â
âI've gotta go. I will do my best to make it back to you, Evan. I promise that.â
That was it for Buck. He didn't care who was around. He tugged Tommy by his gear, and pulled him in for a kiss. âBe safe.â
Tommy nodded, giving Buck's hand a squeeze before running to the helicopter. Buck took a deep breath, holding back his tears as he watched them take off.
*****
It took time, and a lot of precision, for Tommy to finally reach the opening of the plane. There were a few close calls along the way, but once Athena had ahold of his legs, he allowed himself to relax a little.
âGood to see you, Athena,â Tommy said with a smile once he had successfully made it inside the plane.
âI'm not sure if good is the correct word to be using right now,â Athena replied. âBut I am glad you're here.â
âHappy to be here.â Tommy disconnected himself from all the wiring he was attached to, guiding it back out of the hole so the helicopter could return to base.
Athena moved some debris out of the way, making room for Tommy to sit in pilot's seat. There were lights flashing everywhere, some repetitive beeping from alarms, not to mention the giant hole that was allowing wind to whip through the cockpit.
âWhat do you think?â Athena asked as he pressed some buttons, his face scrunched up tight.
He flipped a switch on one of the control panels, which caused the entire thing to fall off the dash.
âWell, that's not helpful,â he said, tossing it aside. âSo, got any plans this weekend?â
She glared over at him. âWasn't really thinking that far ahead.â
âI was thinking about taking Evan for a helicopter tour around the city... May be in bad taste now though.â
Athena sat beside him, a light sheen of sweat across her forehead. âTommy, give it to me straight here. How screwed are we?â
He shrugged, keeping his focus on the controls that were still connected to the plane. âYou believe in God?â
âI do.â
âMind praying for us both then?â
âThat bad?â
Before Tommy could respond, his captain's voice was coming over the radio in his helmet. âGive me a rundown, Kinard. What's going on?â
Athena listened as Tommy went through a (very long) list of everything wrong with the plane. He went over controls that were damaged, and the very few that weren't. She heard something about autopilot still working well, and something else about a manual landing, but most of it made no sense to her.
âI'm gonna need you to repeat all of that,â Athena said once he was finished, âbut in a way I'll actually understand.â
He glanced over at her briefly, the plane jumping with sudden turbulence. Athena grabbed onto the the broken panel in front of her and Tommy focused his eyes back on the controls. âWe're running low on fuel. We're gonna have to try to land after the next turn, and we'll end up dropping pretty fast. Basically, I can land us manually, but I can't promise the breaks will work.â
âThat seems like a pretty important part of landing,â she deadpanned.
âI'd definitely say it's a favorite of mine.â
Athena took a deep breath before asking her next question. âAnd if the breaks don't work? What happens then?â
âThere's a very high chance this thing will blow up if we can't stop by the end of the runway.â
âOh dear God.â
âThere is good news though.â
âHm.â She eyed him skeptically. âWhat's that?â
âWe won't feel a thing.â
âOh, well, that's a relief. Don't know what I was ever worried about in the first place,â she replied sarcastically. âHow much time do we have before you land her?â
âAbout ten minutes. Intercom system is out, right?â
âYes.â
âCan you go make sure everyone has their seatbelts fastened?â
Athena headed back to the passengers. Tommy took the moment alone to breathe deeply and steal himself for whatever was about to happen. Part of being a pilot required confidence and, even if he didn't have much of it at the moment, he knew how to play the part.
Fake it til you make it.
He'd done that a lot over the years. It worked in a professional sense, not so much in a personal one.
A couple minutes later, Athena returned. âAll buckled in,â she informed him as she went to sit in the co-pilot's seat again.
âIt's actually probably better if you sit in the jump seat behind me,â Tommy said.
âWhy? So when we explode my arm doesn't knock you upside the head for getting me killed? Nah, I'm good here.â
Tommy smirked. Even after working with Athena on and off for over twenty years, he'd never spent much time with her. The few dinners he and Evan had with her and Bobby didn't give them much time to banter back and forth. He'd have to make sure and change that once they were on solid ground. âSuit yourself.â
âCan I borrow your helmet for a second?â she asked.
âSure.â He handed it over and she put it on, clearing her throat.
âCan I speak to Hen Wilson from the 118, please?â she asked over the radio.
A few seconds later, Hen was on the line. âI'm here, Athena. You're on an open channel.â
âHen, Bobby isn't at the airport, is he?â
âNo. He's on his way, but he hasn't made it yet. You want me to put him on with you?â
âNo, no!â Athena answered quickly. âNo. What I need to say, I can say to you.â
Tommy focused on keeping the plane steady while Athena spoke. It felt wrong to listen in to something as personal as a possible goodbye.
He took the time to think about Evan. The short but wonderful time he'd had with him over the past few months. They'd been the best of his life.
He briefly wondered if he should tell Evan that before he attempted to land, but he decided against it. Evan wouldn't need those thoughts running through his head for the rest of his life if they didn't make it out of this.
âHey,â Athena's voice brought him out of his thoughts. She nudged his shoulder with the helmet. âSomeone wants to talk to you.â
Tommy paused before taking the helmet back. âGo for Kinard.â
âKinard, this is Buckley of the 118.â Tommy smiled at the sound of Evan's voice, even though he could hear it breaking ever so slightly.
âI hear you, Buckley.â
âI just, um, I wanted you to, um. Tommy.â He cleared his throat. âYou've got this, okay? We're all down here waiting. N- Not a single doubt.â
âGood to know. No doubts up here either.â
He ignored the raised eyebrow look from Athena.
âGood. Um, Tommy?â
âYeah, Evan?â
âI love you.â The words escaped him quickly, but with a confidence that wasn't there before.
Tommy smiled, his heart fluttering. He didn't realize he hadn't spoken until Evan's voice came over the radio again.
âT- Tommy?â
Tommy shook his head, blinking to rid himself of the tears in his eyes. âChschschsch,â he said, bringing back his renowned fake mouth static, thank you very much. Athena stared over at him in confusion. âSorry, Buckley, you're cutting out on me. You'll have to repeat that last sentence when I'm on the ground, okay?â
âYeah,â Evan answered, and Tommy was sure there was a faint smile in his voice. âYeah, o- okay.â
*****
About a minute later, Tommy was in position and ready to land. He got in contact with everyone on the ground, letting them know where and when he'd be landing. They were all getting into position near the runway, ready to help no matter the outcome.
âYou ready?â Tommy asked as Athena tightened her seatbelt.
âLet's land this bastard.â
âComing in for a landing.â
The closer they got to the ground, the shakier things got. Tommy held tightly onto the controls, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes from all the wind coming in through the hole.
They dropped rapidly, just as he expected they would. Athena kept quiet, and Tommy wondered if she was praying.
A part of him hoped she was.
As the runway got closer and closer into view, Tommy could feel every muscle in his body tightening. âBrace yourself,â he said a few seconds before they hit the ground with a thud.
Screams could be heard coming from the passengers, many of them crying or calling out to whatever god they believed in.
âWe're going too fast.â Athena watched as they flew past all the emergency vehicles waiting for them.
âWe're okay,â Tommy replied. Fake it til you make it.
They started to slow down, but the end of the runway was drawing near and it was becoming clear they would not be able to stop in time.
âTommy.â
âWe're okay,â he repeated, although it sounded more like a demand.
Athena could see the details of the signs at the end of the runway. âTommy!â
Suddenly, Tommy turned the plane to loop around to the next runway. As he did, the wing hit a sign that flung backwards, eliciting more yells from the passengers.
The plan, or lack thereof, seemed to work. The plane slowed until it came to a stop.
They were alive.
They were actually alive.
Before he even had time to let it fully sink in, Athena was next to him, wrapping him in an unexpected, but very needed, hug.
âYou might be clinically insane,â she said, both of them laughing from all the adrenaline coursing through their bodies. âBut I'm so damn glad you are.â
âWhy don't we get everyone off this plane?â he asked. âThen go see our guys.â
âI like the sound of that.â
*****
Athena and Tommy made sure they were the last ones off the plane. Athena spotted Bobby first. He had apparently arrived just before the landing and saw the whole thing. Tommy watched them reunite as his eyes darted around looking for his own person.
âIt's been decided that I have the coolest, most badass boyfriend in the entire world,â a voice said from behind him.
Tommy whipped around to Evan standing there, arms already open wide, a bright smile on his face. Tommy practically fell into him. They held onto one another so tight that Tommy could have sworn they were melding into one.
âI was so worried,â Buck breathed out, his face pressed into Tommy's neck.
âI thought you had no doubts?â Tommy's voice was muffled against Buck's turnouts. He made no effort to move.
âLike you believed that for a second.â
After holding onto each other a little longer, Tommy pulled back just enough to look Buck in the eyes. âIf I remember correctly, you were in the middle of telling me something when my radio started to go out,â he said with a smirk on his face.
Buck brought his hands to Tommy's face, his thumbs stroking Tommy's cheeks. âI love you, Tommy,â he said, and that confidence was back in his voice. âI really, really love you.â
âI love you too, Evan.â He pulled Buck in for a kiss, deep and passionate and filled with all the love they'd been keeping to themselves for the last few months.
The sound of a throat clearing had them, reluctantly, separating from one another. Bobby and Athena were walking up behind them, smiles on both of their faces.
âAthena!â Buck exclaimed, immediately going to her for a hug. âAre you okay?â
âAll good,â she answered, âthanks to your man.â
âThank you, Tommy,â Bobby said, bypassing a handshake and going in for a hug. âYou saved a lot of lives tonight.â
He took a deep breath. âAll part of the job, right?â
âI think you went far above and beyond the job tonight,â Bobby replied. "Probably have another medal in your future."
Buck's proudly returned to Tommy's side, their arms wrapping around each other's waist.
âYou've got a good one here, Buck,â Athena said, patting Tommy on the shoulder. âYou should keep him.â
Buck smiled, leaning in for another kiss. âThat's the plan.â
#bucktommy#911#tommy kinard#evan buckley#athena grant#im not sure i love this one#i know i sound like a broken record when i say that but i think i spent too much time with it#that's always a problem for me.
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Rooster At 5, Bradley At Night
Bradley Bradshaw x Pennyâs niece!reader 10k words (.....yes. 10k. i know)
summary: You've been hooking up with Bradley for three weeks now. You're also hooking up with him tonight.
a/n: this is pure smut. honestly pure smut. 18+ i will now list all the things that you have to look out for. first and foremost i have NEVER written smut before dont kill me pls im trying my best. ok so
name kink, rank kink, choking, unprotected sex (dont be like them, just know theyve had the conversation nothing bad will happen), oral sex!fem receiving, dom bradley, some "good girl" because i am a sucker for that, in general a lot of talking because bradley is A TALKER!!!!!!, a little strength kink? is that a thing? and a shit ton of begging
this can be read as a stand-alone most definitely, but is set in the same universe as "Tuesday Night" and âNot A Coincidenceâ and "Take Me On A Joyride" so maybe give those a read too?
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You were behind the bar this evening, a rag in your hands as you wiped down the sticky wooden top for the bazillionth time and hummed along to the music coming from the jukebox. You were behind the bar most evenings, pouring beer and rum and whiskey and mixing cocktails (occasionally taking some sips of your own), smiling and laughing and flirting with customers left and right.
For the past few months now, the most regular of those costumers had been the Dagger squad.
They'd shown up here one random evening and hadn't left since. And it didn't seem like any of them would any time soon.
Not that you wanted them to, oh no. You had grown so close in so little time that it was scary at this point.
"Settle a bet for us, Junior."
Jake slid up to the bar as if it was second nature, putting an empty bottle of beer in front of him and resting one elbow next to it. You looked up at him and smiled, threw your rag over your shoulder and grabbed the bottle, condensation dripping down onto your fingertips. Rooster came up right behind him and your smile deepened even further.
"Hit me, Bagman", you challenged, set two full bottles on the bar top and then rested your forearms against the edge.
Jake grinned at you as he raised his beer in a toast.
"If you had to get with one of us tonight, who'd you get with?"
You didn't even flinch.
"Bradshaw", you said, quick like a shot, and watched Jake's face fall like he'd expected a different answer with just a tiny bit of amusement. You glanced at Rooster, who had already been looking at you, and whose only reaction to the fact that you were literally talking about sleeping with him was a small quirk of his lips.
"Bradshaw? Are you kidding? You- I'll give you a second to think about it, Junior. Don't you wanna think about it for a second?", Jake asked, regaining his facade, letting a tinge of his accent slip as he leaned in and winked at you. "You know, actually think about it. Imagine it. Picture it. Visualise it."
You decided to give him the satisfaction. So you pushed back from the bar top, crossed your arms, raised your eyebrows and eyed the two of them up and down - just because you could, just for the fun of it. Jake was in his usual jeans and shirt, leaning in with a self-assured grin and his hand wrapped around his beer bottle. Bradley was wearing one of those Hawaiian shirts that fit snugly on his bicep, his sunglasses tucked into the collar of the white top underneath, hair on the practically perfect side of unruly and his eyes fixed on yours so intensely that you had to bite down on your tongue for a moment there.
You counted to five.
"Bradshaw", you said again, dropped your arms and grabbed the rag from your shoulder. Jake's lips parted and a betrayed sort of gasp left his mouth before he started complaining - you shook your head and stepped over to the next customer and only allowed yourself to grin when you'd turned away, out of his sight.
You wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
You still didn't know whether to be surprised at this "bet" the both of them had made. You were pretty sure anyway that Jake had been the driving force in that. You knew the two of them well enough by now to not only be aware of their.... you could only call it a rivalry, really, but also of Jake's weird, warped sense of mischief. Maybe he had some narcissism problem or maybe some old trauma response. Who cared? Not you. It made for entertainment every night you were behind the bar. And also every night you were in front of the bar, drinking and dancing with the squad. You loved him, you really did. But definitely not enough to not put a stop to his ego whenever you could.
And if that way was by flaunting how very platonically you felt about him (because he was a self-named womanizer and couldn't understand how anyone could possibly not be attracted to him), you would.
...
It was 2am when Penny told you to pack your things and go. Most of the bar was empty already, except for three or four small groups of people, but those she could manage alone. Usually, maybe, you'd have declined, but tonight....
Well.
Jake had found someone to hook up with after his earlier disappointment and the rest of the squad had left at some point during the last hour too - the rest of the squad except for a particular pornstache guy.
Rooster had said goodbye to Fanboy and Payback ten minutes ago, had assured them he didn't need a ride home, he'd order another drink and then take an uber, had sat down on a bar stool, nursed his beer and watched you clean up and then pack your things. You'd sneaked glances at him now and then, so you knew that he'd watched you.
When you stepped out from behind the bar, he sat up and followed you out of the Hard Deck wordlessly. Armed with a purse, fumbling for your car keys, fighting down the smile on your lips and the bubbling anticipation in your stomach, you took a second outside to close your eyes and breathe in the mild evening air.
Then two arms sneaked around your waist. You let out a sigh as warm breath hit your neck.
"So you'd rather get with me than Bagman, hm, Junior?"
You chuckled, pushing back a little, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to relax for the first time tonight.
"I think you know very well that I'd rather get with you than Bagman, Rooster", you muttered, running your hands up his, up his arms, up naked skin until you could slide your fingertips underneath his shirt, up his shoulders... "I'd rather get with you than anyone."
He pressed a kiss right below your earlobe, bit down softly on the same patch of skin, soothed it again with a kiss.
"Oh, I know", he laughed quietly into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You settled even further into his arms. "I'd rather get with you than Bagman, too."
You had to laugh as well - the image of Hangman and Rooster was truly funny. But it was difficult to keep laughing when Bradley pressed more and more kisses to your neck, trailing a line of them down to the hemline of your shirt, nuzzling his nose in there when he couldn't go further. You tilted your head back a little to rest it against his shoulder, a pleasant flush rising up within - a comfortable warmth, the knowledge that you were safe, secure, protected. The way he always made you feel.
"Just to be clear - I do get to get with you tonight, right?", you asked, a grin on your lips because you knew the answer very, very well. Rooster chuckled into your ear and let out a hum.
"What do you think?", he muttered, one last, open-mouthed kiss pressed against your skin before he pulled away, pulled at your hand to twirl you around, pulled a squeal from your lips, one that conjured a smile on his face every time. "Take me home?"
...
The ride home was silent except for the radio in the background, but you were pretty much tuning that out. The steering wheel was sturdy in your hands, the night lights bright and blinding and your concentration on the streets and the car was waning ever so slowly, ever so steadily because Rooster's hand was slowly, steadily inching up your thigh. He'd put it innocently just above your knee when you'd strapped yourself in, his thumb sweeping in circles over the fabric of your jeans, but by now he'd brushed so far up that you were finding it hard to direct your thoughts back to driving.
Luckily, the drive back home only took ten minutes.
You weren't sure you'd have survived even a second more. He squeezed your thigh one last time as you turned the ignition off, then unbuckled his seat belt, opened his door and got out and you were left alone in pure silence for exactly two seconds. You took a deep breath in and out. One day, and you knew that, Bradley would be the death of you. He could get you all riled up with so very little that you felt like you were going mad sometimes. In a very good way, of course.
And just as you were lamenting on the bubbling anticipation in your stomach, on the images your brain conjured whenever you were close to him, whenever you were touching him, whenever-
"Madam", Rooster smiled, leaning one arm on the opened car door and reaching the other hand out for you to take. "Would you do me the honours?"
You could only shake your head and grin at him, giddiness making you squirm in your seat as you pulled your hands away from the steering wheel and put one of them in his.
"I could never deny you any of your wishes, kind sir", you said, allowing him to pull you out of the car and into his arms instead. He hugged you close, tilted his head down to nuzzle your nose with his - you had to put your head back to be able to look into his eyes when you stood this close in front of him, nevermind kissing him.
"Really?", he smiled, his fingertips dancing along your side, hooking into your belt loops, pulling your hips flush to his. You grabbed at his biceps to steady yourself. Or maybe just because you could. "Any of my wishes?"
You let out a sort of agreeable hum and grinned up at him.
"Whatever you want", you nodded.
It was the truth, simple and just. You'd do anything. You'd let him do anything. You trusted him like you'd never trusted anyone before and up until now, you'd only ever been rewarded for putting that kind of trust in him. Something about this felt right. Something about him felt right.
"What if I wanted to spend the rest of the night between your legs?", he muttered, eyes flicking down to your lips as your breath hitched.
"Well", you whispered, because whispering was the only thing you still knew how to do. "As I said, I won't deny you anything."
His eyes met yours and his lip quirked up and then, before you could do anything more, he'd dropped down, wrapped an arm around your legs and hauled you up. You let out a gasp and crossed your arms behind his neck in reflex, a soft, shocked "Rooster!" falling from your lips. Bradley only chuckled, closed the car door with his hip and started carrying you to your front door with seemingly no problem whatsoever.
Gods. Sometimes you forgot just how strong he really was.
But then, in moments like these, he picked you up and threw you onto your bed or pushed you up against a wall and you remembered. And you felt that sting in your stomach that had you press your legs together every time.
Now you didn't even have to remember. Now you were dangling safely from his arms, your hands linked behind his neck, your fingertips buried in his hair, your eyes wide as you watched him, as you tried to steady your irregular breathing because shit, this was happening. This was happening like it had been happening for over three weeks now.
He sat you down carefully in front of the door, but you were in such a trance that you needed to take a moment (or two or three) to stare at him, at this man, this fairytale prince, this god. Your man, your fairytale prince, your god.
"You need to unlock the door, honey", he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and turning you so you were facing the door, his chest pressed to your back, his breath fanning the exposed skin of your neck and right, right, right, the door! The door. The lock. The key. The key in your purse! That key. The key for your door. Right. Key, key, key.... Where the hell was that goddamn key? You were sure it was somewhere there in your purse. You'd put it in there like you always put it in there. Key, Key, Rooster, Rooster's arms around you, Rooster's hands brushing over your skin, Rooster's breath on your ear, Rooster between your legs, Rooster- Key! Key, key, key---
There.
At the very bottom of your purse, finally! There it was. You pulled it out with an almost triumphant sound, unlocked your door to Rooster's soft laughter behind you and stumbled into the dark hallway in a half-intoxicated way that shouldn't have been possible because you hadn't drunk anything tonight.
You threw your purse to the side and switched on the light and turned to Rooster just in time for him to have closed the door behind him and reached for you, his hands on your hips - so big, splayed so wide, his fingers so long - crowding you against the wall, his breath fanning over your mouth and then, finally, his lips on yours.
For the first time today, you were kissing him. He was so wide, so tall, so huge, everywhere all around you, his arms, his hands, his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his chin and his cheeks and his lips and his hair. Your hands sunk into that hair, tugging at the roots and grabbing his head as though your life depended on it, depended on keeping him safely, steadily right on front of you, right here, pushing you against the wall and leaving you practically no room to breathe, to touch, to feel anything other than him.
You wanted him.
With every fibre of your body, your soul, every particle, every cell, you wanted him. You wanted him everywhere all at once and you wanted him now.
So you bit down on his lip and allowed his tongue in and brushed your hands down his shoulders, down his chest to pull off that god-awful Hawaiian shirt that you admittedly found very attractive, but that was so incredibly, annoyingly in the way right now. You tugged it off his chest and down his arms and didn't care when it fell to the floor - that was where it should be, that was where it belonged.
You reached for the top then, for his waist to brush your fingertips below its hem, pushed it up, up, up until you could feel bare skin, washboard abs against your palms. That satisfied you for a moment - for a moment of running your fingers along the sharp edges of his stomach, for a moment of feeling his body heat, for a moment of being closer.
Luckily, Rooster had always been quite in-tune with you. He noticed the very second that your satisfaction turned to impatience, that your roaming, wandering hands weren't exploring, weren't enjoying anymore but were searching, longing for more - for more skin to touch, more, more, more.
He pulled away from your lips to get rid of his top, leaving you a panting, wide-eyed mess and by god, he'd only just gotten started. He hadn't even touched you. How were you already so wound up?
You blamed the fact that you'd had to stare at him from a distance for the past five days (you'd had late night shifts, he'd had early training days) and decided not to think about it further.
Especially not as his top joined his shirt on the floor, as he looked up at you with red smudged on his chin, kiss-swollen lips and unruly hair. His chest was heaving, his breath coming shorter than usual and his pupils had grown so dark you had to swallow hard.
Without thinking, you reached out and tried to wipe your lipstick off his skin.
That made him grin a little.
"Rooster?", you muttered, looking him right in the eyes. He let out a hum as he stared, a bit lost in thought it seemed and still quite shamelessly, only further at your lips. "Either take me to the bedroom or take a step back so I can get on my knees."
He let out a chuckle then and met your eyes, digging his fingers through your belt loops and pulling you a few inches away from the wall.
"I think you may have forgot something, honey", he said. "What about that wish I made?"
You let out a shuddering breath as you tried not to let your imagination run wild.
Rooster only grinned, and it seemed that your expression showed him just how much you didn't mind his wish at all, because he reached around you, grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you up, so effortlessly that it made you blush a little. You didn't even have to hold onto him, only had to wrap your legs loosely around his hips as he carried you through the hallway and into the bedroom.
That allowed you to focus all of your attention on pressing your lips to his skin.
He was warm. So warm. You trailed your lips all over his jaw, his throat, his shoulders, his bicep, and then, when you couldn't go any further down, Rooster had already found the light switch in your room and was dropping you onto your bed, pulling a surprised gasp from you.
The mattress was soft and bouncy as you landed on it, heat in your cheeks and your throat tightening at the sight in front of you - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw standing at the foot of of your bed, half-naked, sweaty, breathing heavy and looking down at you like he was a predator and you were his prey, like he wanted to devour you whole.
Which he did.
You raised yourself up onto your elbows at the same time that he advanced - pounding on you, almost, with a grin on his lips that set ablaze the slumbering flame in your abdomen. You didn't know which one of you got rid of your shirt, only that a few seconds later his lips were on yours, his hands reaching for your bra clasp and your shirt discarded somewhere on your floor.
You breathed hard against his mouth as his fingertips brushed along your back, along your bra, then slowly slid it off your shoulders, down your arms...
Cold air hit your breasts just as Rooster pulled away from you to fling your bra away to join your shirt on the floor, leaving you cold and panting, your eyes closing and opening again and staring at him as he stared at you, as he admired you, all bare, soft skin right there, right in front of him, just for him and nobody else.
You felt his palms against your ribcage then, pushing you down onto your back, onto the mattress, your breath hitching and your eyes closing in anticipation. He dropped a kiss onto your collarbone. Another just above your cleavage. Another onto the top of your breasts. His thumbs brushed right below them.
You wanted more. You always wanted more. You needed more.
But he was just trailing kisses along your breasts, never lingering for long enough, never biting or sucking or licking and as much as you were enjoying this... You needed more.
"Rooster", you sighed, dragging your hands through his hair because you needed more. He hummed against your skin. You could feel the vibration all over. "Roos, please."
He grinned - against your skin at first, before he looked up and right at you. "What was that?"
You bit down on your lip. God damn him. He always did this. Every single time, he did this. And the worst part was: You didn't even mind. You didn't mind begging, you didn't mind pleading, you didn't mind doing so much of it that you couldn't do, couldn't say anything else anymore. So you did just that.
"Please", you repeated, a little breathlessly. Rooster's grin widened.
And then he pulled away completely.
You could have screamed. You honestly thought, just for a second, that he would leave you lying there - panting and begging for him, with a bare chest and arousal heating up every part of you. But of course not. Of course not. This was Bradley fucking Bradshaw. He didn't leave you unsatisfied.
No.
Rooster got up from the bed only to grab you by the waist, to pull you down to the edge and kneel down on the floor. You swallowed hard. He fiddled with your shoes first, loosening the laces and taking them off, tugging down your socks and your pants and oh dear lord, you couldn't concentrate on anything he was doing.
He was kneeling in front of your bed. You bit back a moan from that alone.
Any and all forms of Bradley Bradshaw were jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but to you, nothing would ever top the sight of him on his knees for you.
You tuned back in when your jeans thumped to the floor, when his fingertips danced softly, teasingly up your calves, up your knees, up your thighs. You clenched your jaw when he reached your underwear, when his eyes met yours again in one final reassurance that this was what the both of you wanted, and then he pulled it down your legs too and hooked his hands behind your thighs.
Your eyes fluttered shut. You took a deep breath - one, two, one, two.
One, two.
One, two.
You frowned and blinked open your eyes again.
Rooster was staring at you, blatantly staring at you with a knowing smirk plastered on his lips and his fingers digging into your hips, sure to hold you in place, not allowing you to push even an inch closer to him.
"Roos", you whined, for what already felt like the dozenth time tonight, your hand sinking into his hair, splaying out, tugging at the strands, trying your hardest to pull him in. He didn't move.
"Yes?", he asked, with that grin just deepening, telling you he knew exactly what he was doing.
Of course he did. Of course he'd make you- God, of course, of course, of course! It had been his idea. It had been his plan, his wish, his goddamn idea and now he was making you-
"Fuck", you grumbled, teeth digging into your bottom lip. You didn't want to do this. You didn't want to do this because he hadn't even had you lying here for five minutes and he already wanted you to do this. "Roos, just-"
He bit down softly on the skin of your thigh then, pulling a surprised gasp from you, leaving your sentence hanging half-finished in mid air. You had to tilt your head back, had to throw a hand over your face because gods, you couldn't look at him now! Not with his breath meeting your thigh, with the feeling of his moustache against your skin, not with that grin on his lips. If you did, you'd melt in less than a heartbeat. You weren't about to give in that easily.
At least that was what you told yourself. You repeated it in your head like a mantra - he had barely touched you, he was the one who'd wished for this, you wouldn't... you weren't... you hadn't...
Fuck!
"C'mon honey", he encouraged, pressing a kiss high up on your thigh. You let out a shaky breath. He was close, so close now and he had you wound so tightly, so incredibly tightly that you felt like you were burning up from inside and-
"Bradley", you gave in, the word falling, tumbling from your lips in almost a moan. "Please, Bradley, please."
He was on you in a heartbeat. Licking a stripe up your slit, tongue flattened and you cried out, digging your fingers deeper into his hair, pulling, pushing, back arching off the bed as he finally, finally gave you what you wanted, what you needed. He dove in like a starved man, licking, pushing, tasting you, devoured and ravaged you, took everything and gave everything at the same time.
Bradley was a god. You'd never had a man eat you out like this until you met him.
His hands pressing against your hips to hold you down, to keep you right there for him, not letting you move an inch from him, only letting you push impossibly closer, your mind, your body screaming more. More, more, more. More of him. More from him. More him.
His tongue found your clit. You cried his name into the vast nothingness of your bedroom, eyes squeezing close and hand cramping into the sheets next to your head, thighs clamping around his head, caging him in, his palms forcing your back still on the mattress.
You could faintly make out your own moans, your own voice as his tongue circled, traced and dipped -
More.
He drew your clit into his mouth. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, send a shiver through your body, make your legs twitch.
Please.
He sunk his tongue into you, brushed your clit, up and down and everywhere.
Bradley.
You were coming close. Close, so close. Every inch of your skin was tensing in anticipation, clenching, clutching. You babbled something of the sort, not listening to yourself, not able to, not starting or stopping, controlling none of your words, none of the sounds falling from your lips. Bradley loosened one of his palms from your hips and immediately you were pushing, arching up, held down a heartbeat later as he pinned his arm down again, his tongue working you, not faltering once and-
pressure.
His thumb on your clit.
You screamed out his name.
Your nails dug into his scalp. Your heels clasped around his back. Every single nerve in your body was on fire. And Bradley didn't stop.
He worked you right through your high, circling his thumb on your clit and sinking his tongue into you, holding you down, holding you close until you were panting, gasping, your legs unclasping from his head, your fingers loosening in his hair, loosening from the bedsheets, your eyes fluttering open, meeting his and only then did he relent. He pulled back softly, stilling his thumb and pressing a kiss to your thigh, watching you as you slowly came back to reality, back to him.
You blinked once. Twice.
He pulled his thumb from you as he rose up from the floor, running his hands along your sides instead, along your ribs, your breasts, your throat, studying the irregular rise and fall of your chest, mapping out your body beneath his. You watched with parted lips as he brought both his hands steadily down next to your head, as he leaned down to meet you in a kiss - heavy and heady and intense and full of all the right emotions. You could taste yourself on his tongue.
But before you could do any more, press yourself up or pull him down, he was gone again, hot breath meeting your lips and that familiar smile crawling back up onto his face.
"Enjoying yourself?", he asked, tilting his head to the side a little, catching the light of the overhead lamp. Wetness glistened on his moustache. You bit down on your bottom lip, doing your hardest to conceal the smile that was fighting to get to the surface.
Instead, you let out an agreeable hum and brought your hand up to his stache to wipe at it, to wipe some of you off him and admittedly, you already knew that wouldn't do much - but the simple act of innocently cleaning him off like that, fingers brushing above his mouth, just caressing his skin, it made something in your stomach churn.
"How about you? Now that we've checked one wish off your list... Any more?", you muttered, trailing your fingers along his cheek, down his scars, following those lines of skin you knew so well, burning them into your mind, burning him into your mind. You'd never seen anyone as beautiful. You didn't think there was anyone as beautiful out there. Your breath hitched, fingertips catching on a birthmark, before you snapped your eyes back up to his. "Any more wishes at all, Bradley?"
A sort of grunt left him as you did your best not to grin - you knew just what buttons to push, didn't you?
"You know", he muttered, dropping his head, brushing his nose down the sensitive skin of your throat. "I could think of a few more things."
"Yeah?", you asked, just on the right side of breathless again, skin tingling wherever he decided to place a few deliberate, almost chaste kisses. "Like what?"
He'd worked his way down to your breasts again, still holding himself up with both his hands.
"I could fuck you nice and slow, just like you deserve it", he said softly, the words flowing from him as easily as if he were talking about breakfast the next day. Rational, sober, collected. You, on the other hand, could feel the wetness pooling in between your legs again. You couldn't believe how reasonable, how practical, how composed he could stay while he said things like that - how he'd fuck you, how he'd eat you out, how he'd pull every single thought from your mind with his fingers and his mouth and his cock.
"Or", he went on, completely unbothered still, stopping in between words to drop kisses onto your breasts. "I could fuck you hard and fast, because that's what you want, right?"
A moan tumbled from your lips all of its own accord, your eyes fluttering shut again. He was conjuring visuals in your mind that had you clenching your legs together, hands clawing their way back up into his hair - you needed something to keep you here and now, to keep you grounded.
"I'm right, honey, aren't I?", he muttered, obviously satisfied with himself. "You want me to fuck you rough, don't you?"
You were sure you'd crossed some border into heaven and just hadn't realised it. This man would truly be the death of you one day.
"Yes", you breathed, scratching at his scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair. "Yes, please, Bradley."
You could feel his grin against your bare skin.
"You look so pretty begging for me, honey", he smiled, raising himself up and before you could complain much about it, before you could as much as open your eyes again, he was dropping a kiss to your lips, long and longing, parted lips pressed against each other, breathing each other in.
Then he pulled away from you completely and you did let a whine fall from your lips after all, raising yourself up onto your elbows to blindly follow after him as he straightened up and then bent down to pull off his shoes, his socks, to fumble with his belt - all in fucking slow motion apparently, that's how long it took, two hours just to take off his goddamn socks and you were just sitting there, staring, blinking, hazy mind clearing up the way it always had to after you'd been so close to him, watching, staring, watching, staring...
An eternity, it seemed, until you grew too impatient and decided to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.
You pushed yourself up, reached for his belt yourself, pulled it from its buckle, unhooked it, opened it finally, finally, finally! and blinked up at him again, all wide eyes and smudged lipstick and swollen lips and Bradley felt pretty sure he died a little just then - this had to be heaven, you had to be heaven. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and your tongue ran along your lips and he had to swallow hard.
His jeans fell to the floor, chased quickly by his boxer briefs and you took a deep breath as you looked at him, leaning forward, leaning in to reach for him-
He took both your hands in his and pushed you down on the mattress again, another of those pathetic whines dropping from your lips at being denied the feeling of him.
"Fuck, Roos, please", you begged, sounding pitiful to your own ears by now, pleading for something you knew he'd give to you anyway, just so goddamn impatient that you couldn't even help the words rolling off your tongue.
He let go of your hands, reached for your waist instead to pull you up, to tug you firmly farther up the mattress until he could follow after safely, until he could nudge your knees apart and trail a line of kisses up your shoulder, his hands finding their usual spot next to your head.
"What was that, honey?", he grinned against your skin, holding himself up above you to look you right in the eyes.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulled a moan from yourself and a similar groan from him, squeezed your eyes shut and had immediately forgotten what it'd been you'd said before. What it'd been he was asking about.
He brought one hand down to your thigh, squeezing tight, holding you even tighter to him, and pressed his hips down into the mattress, pulling another moan from you and, again, a similar groan from himself, making sure that you couldn't move against him on your own, that you were completely at his mercy.
As always.
"Please", you whined, desperate now, trying to rock your hips against his and not succeeding, not succeeding because he was holding you still, holding you down, holding you helpless and defenseless, withholding the one goddamn thing you wanted from him right now. And after all that talk too! "Roos, please, Bradley, do something."
You were far from whining now, breathless and moaning and sobbing basically, hands clawing at his shoulders and nails digging into his skin, begging and pleading and he was just holding still, doing nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing and you wanted more, you wanted something, anything.
"Look at me", he panted then - the only sign at all that he was somehow affected by this as well. "Look at me, honey, open your eyes."
And what else were you supposed to do but follow that command, grant him that wish?
So you forced your eyes open, forced yourself to look at him.
A thin layer of sweat gleaned on his skin. His stare was fixed on you and you alone. And his pupils had dilated so far that his usually hazel eyes were practically black now. You sucked in an unsteady breath.
"Good girl", he praised and you were done for.
You could have come from that alone.
Those two words, breathed into the nothingness of the room, onto your lips, onto your naked skin, sent a shiver down your spine, down your back and your hips and your legs, a shiver so violent that it pulled a moan right with it, a string of them. You barely heard Bradley's groan above you before he pulled away just the slightest bit, pulled away to brush his hand down your side, down your chest, down your hips, between your bodies, to reach for himself and stroke his tip through the wetness between your legs, your back arching off the mattress, into him, into more of him and-
"Wait", you panted.
Bradley froze immediately. His expression shifted to worry in the span of half a second, furrowing his brows and pulling away from you.
"What's wrong?", he asked, still breathless. You closed your eyes and took a breath, tensing, forcing yourself to keep down on the mattress, even as cold settled on your skin now that he wasn't warming you up anymore - inches away from you again. Considerate idiot.
"Just-", you stopped, opened your eyes, looked right at him. "Do you think Jake suspects anything?"
Bradley kept still for a few seconds. A shallow breath and another, your chest rising and falling and you had a hard time thinking, even now that he was barely touching you anymore. You were wound tightly, and you'd been so close, and now...
"You're not seriously thinking about Jake right now", Bradley said, almost accusingly.
You had to admit, it was a bit strange - you were naked, panting, your legs wrapped around his hips, and still you were thinking about Jake, about the bet, about what you'd said hours ago at the bar. You hadn't even been thinking about it, really. It had just come to you, overwhelming you, and you... you had needed to get it out. Still, you did have to admit, it was absurd.
So you bit down on your lip to conceal a smile, a grin, trailed your hands to his hair to brush it behind his ears, almost innocently (but just almost).
"I'm sorry, I just...", you whispered, stroking your hands down his scalp. "We've kept this between us for three weeks now. I don't want to have ruined that."
Bradley shook his head at you, dropped it to his chin, his curls brushing your nose, your cheeks, and sighed onto the skin of your throat.
"You're unbelievable", he muttered, dropping a kiss between your breasts now that he knew you weren't uncomfortable or afraid or anything of the sort in the slightest. Your breath hitched again. You didn't want to talk about this. You wanted him inside you, wanted him to make good on his promise from before. But you knew you had to, because otherwise the thought wouldn't leave you alone, even though the coil in your stomach, the heat in your body screamed bloody murder at you for it.
He looked back up, raised his chin again to meet your eyes.
"Don't worry about Jake", he reassured, one hand starting to softly, just so very softly, brush up and down your side. You had to swallow. "He won't even remember tomorrow."
He dropped another kiss onto your skin, a little further down, that grin, that moustache against your ribs.
"And I'll make sure you won't remember either, pretty girl. Alright?"
You nodded so quickly you almost got a head rush, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation, head tilting back just the slightest, your fingers digging into his hair as his lips trailed down your skin, the covers rustling as he settled further back, as his breath ghosted over your center again.
"Need to hear you say it, honey. Say it for me."
"Please", you babbled instantly, not even thinking, not even close, not when Bradley was giving you such easy instructions to follow. "Please, Roos, please."
You could feel him shake his head, obviously unsatisfied, breathing hard, hands travelling up and down your thighs and nothing more, leaving you in some state of being touched but not really being touched and you felt like going insane again.
"Try again, honey", he tutted, and you were already about to plead, to beg even more when he went on - "Look at me, baby, look at me and try again."
You blinked open your eyes, tilted your head down to look at him, all pretty and wide-eyed, just like he'd asked, your fingers cramping in his hair.
"Please, Roos-"
He raised his eyebrows and you knew then, you knew where your mistake had been - you should've known before, you should've-
"Bradley", you moaned. "Please, Bradley, I want you. I need you."
He grinned at that, dropped a kiss to your thigh before flattening his tongue against your folds again, drawing another moan from you. Your eyes stayed fixed on his, but only because you knew he wanted you to, only because you knew he needed you to. His palms splayed out against the backs of your thighs, keeping them still, as always.
His tongue drew a circle on your clit and you arched off the bed, into him, a whine tumbling from your lips, followed by his name. He pulled back much too quickly, much too easily, with a much too satisfied grin on his lips, looking up at you for just a second before he leaned down to drop a kiss to your hip.
"Bradley", you complained, cut off by your own moan when you felt his fingers trail through your wetness instead of his tongue, all soft and slow and you rocked your hips against his hand - more friction, more touch, more, more, more.
You hadn't been kidding when you'd said that you wanted him. That you needed him.
Bradley chuckled, kissing his way up your body again, one hand next to your head to hold himself up just the way he'd done before, but his fingers brushing, stroking, his thumb on your clit, moan after moan spilling from you. You needed more. More.
You tried to shift closer, tried to cant your hips into his palm for more, blinking up at him and whimpering and fuck, Bradley was just human after all, how could he deny you anything if you looked at him like that? So he started drawing little circles with his thumb, little circles on your clit, and pushed a finger into you.
You rewarded him with the soft sound of his name rolling off your tongue, your hands reaching for his arms, clawing at his biceps. You had needed this, had needed him and now... Now you needed more. More, even as he pulled his finger from you and pushed in again, starting in a slow, easy rhythm, drawing little moans, quiet whimpers from you. You rocked your hips back onto him, pushed for more. More.
"More", you voiced your thoughts, begging, pleading again - you weren't getting what you wanted, you weren't getting what you wanted, you weren't getting what you wanted! And you'd been so close, you'd been so goddamn close, but now he was just lazily pushing his finger into you, with one of those grins on his lips that told you he knew what he was doing incredibly well too. He was a tease, a goddamn tease, and you-
"More what, honey?", Bradley asked, interrupting your thoughts, your spiraling thoughts as his finger moved ever so slowly, teasing, playing.
You let out a whine as he stilled completely, his finger nestled inside you, touching you but not touching you enough, not nearly enough and he'd make you go crazy one day, he would! You tried to push your hips into his hand. Not that it did anything.
"More what?", Bradley asked again, looked at you as you refocused on his face, his eyes because you knew he'd want you to. He always wanted you to look at him.
"Please", you whispered. "Bradley."
His smile deepened, but he didn't move.
"Nice try, baby", he chuckled. "But that wasn't the question."
You grumbled and tilted your head back, squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. You wanted more. And he was making you say exactly what.
Putting the power in your hands, it seemed - but you knew it wasn't that. He'd already promised you to do just what you wanted, had said it so easily, so soberly that he'd left you dazed. And now he was asking you to do the same.
You couldn't. He knew you couldn't.
So you let out a small whimper, let your head fall to the side to look at him again, eyes wide and teeth digging into your bottom lip and kept still as best as you could, even as the desire, the need to fuck yourself on his finger grew with every passing breath - trying to make sure that he wouldn't tease you further. He'd done that before already, you knew that he could and he would.
He seemed to have realised it too, your legs, your hips calm now, your eyes fixed on his.
"Please fuck me, Bradley", you said softly, only a little breathlessly, a little nervous around the edges, doing your best not to let your restraint show. You weren't used to just saying stuff like that out loud. It was different, somehow, to say it, and to say it right to his face too.
But as much as you tried to hide it, your body still had the same reaction - breath coming shorter, heat shooting straight to your cheeks, the coil in your stomach tightening again.
Bradley's eyes on yours didn't make it any better.
Neither did his grin as he pulled his finger from you, pulled a moan from your lips right with it, as he brushed it through your folds, up and down before his fingertip stopped on your clit.
"Fuck you how, honey?", he asked. He wanted you to lose your mind, you were sure of that. You bit down on your lip, furrowed your brows, forced yourself to think, to keep thinking even though he was drawing circles on your clit now, bringing you back to the endless loop of more, more, more in your mind.
"Fuck me-", you panted, starting and stopping, closing your eyes. "Rough, please, Bradley. Please."
He pulled his fingers from you entirely, chuckling as you mewled and blinked up at him again, as you watched him raise his hand to your lips. You parted them in reflex, let him push his fingers into your mouth, rest them on your tongue. This, finally, was something you felt much less nervous about. So you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked his fingers clean.
Bradley had you well acquainted with the taste of yourself by now. Not that you minded.
You made sure to keep your eyes fixed on his as you brushed your tongue along his fingertips. He let out some sort of sound caught between a moan and a groan and a curse and, maybe, your name, and you had a hard time keeping your grin concealed as you sucked, spurred on not only the fire in your own abdomen, but in Bradley's as well, red heating up your cheeks and your legs growing restless.
You were getting impatient again. You needed more.
Luckily, it seemed that Bradley had about enough of this as well.
He pulled his fingers from you with a pop, shook his head with a grin, trailed a line of your spit around your breasts, around your nipples.
"You look sinful", he muttered, dropping a kiss to your lips before you could even begin to think about a response, all open mouth and breathing each other in, the taste of you on both your tongues. "Tell me again how you want me to fuck you rough, honey. Just once more. Can you do that for me?"
You nodded, nodded without thinking, panting a bit now, pressing your legs together at his voice, at the look in his eyes, at... at him, at everything about him. You needed him. You'd do anything he asked.
"Fuck me rough, Bradley. Please."
His eyes darkened further. He brought his lips down on yours again, firmer now, heavier now, claiming your mouth, your tongue, your lips, claiming you, back to the familiar, thrilling predator and prey game that the two of you had abandoned at some point along the way.
"Good girl", he rasped.
You let out a pitiful moan. God, this man would absolutely be the death of you.
Good girl.
You couldn't press your legs together any further, couldn't possibly get any more friction, could only whine and whimper and moan and wait, wait as Bradley reached between your bodies and finally, finally, finally pushed into you.
You'd been waiting for this for the past five days.
You let out some pathetic sounding sob of his name as he pressed his hips snugly to yours, stretching you out in the best of possible ways, dropping his lips to your throat, to your neck. You clawed at his arms, at his shoulders, pulled him close to you, even closer. Eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, breath hitching.
Bradley gave you the entirety of half a second to adjust to him, half a second in which you could barely get past the moan of his name before he was moving, thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of you, drawing sounds you'd have been embarrassed about in any other situation.
But you could barely hear them.
You could barely do anything other than moan, anything other than scratch, hold, claw at him, anything other than let him wrap your legs around his waist and push in, pull out, push in again, his hold on your thigh so firm you'd see the marks tomorrow.
He fucked you with a relentlessness that reduced you to a mess of numb limbs, that pulled every last thought from you, one by one - with a rhythm, unfaltering, unwavering, with soft grunts and moans rolling off his tongue, with his mouth moving against your skin, working his way up to yours.
You met his lips in a frenzy, your hands tangled somewhere in his hair, your nails scratching somewhere down his back, your legs wrapped around his hips, your lips parted, your moans swallowed, his cock sliding in and out of you, the delicious drag of him building, setting alight the coil in your stomach.
You'd been waiting for this for too long. You wouldn't last much longer, not after he'd already pulled the first orgasm from you. Not after he'd been building you up for so long.
"Bradley", you moaned against his lips. "More."
He pulled back an inch and you blinked your eyes open, focused on him, on the blush on his cheeks and the rise and the fall of his chest as he slowed down a bit, drawing another whine from you, feeling different now, slower yes, but more deliberate maybe, more teasing maybe, hitting other spots, dragging it out, feeling more and less intense all the same and - most importantly - letting your close, so close grow weaker and weaker and weaker.
"You know-", Bradley panted, letting his thumb brush over the skin of your thigh, loosening his grip just the slightest. "You know how to ask, pretty girl."
A sob made its way past your lips. You wanted more, you needed more - you'd be good for him, you wanted to be good for him, but you forgot, you brushed right past it when he had you like this. So wasn't it his fault, really?
"Fuck me harder, Bradley", you whimpered - you'd lost the ability to feel embarrassed somewhere along the way. You didn't care anymore, not with his cock so slowly sliding in and out of you, not with his eyes on yours, not with... no, not anymore, you needed more now and you were desperate to get it, already rocking your hips back onto him in search of more - more friction, more touch, more him.
He pressed his lips to yours again, back to claiming you, back to firm, back to teeth and tongue before pulling away, pulling out, pulling another wail from you as he sat back on his ankles, hard and panting.
Then his hands clasped around your waist and you had no time to react before he had turned you over, your face smushed into the pillow, fingers reaching up to dig into the sheets.
He thrust back into you in one swift motion.
And you screamed.
You didn't know how he did it - you didn't want to know, really - but he hit that sensitive spot inside of you instantly, the new position allowing new depth, allowing new touches, new feelings, new and more and you couldn't think, could only touch, only feel.
Only touch, only feel him.
The drag of him, the push of him, the way he hit all those spots he needed to hit to have you up there, to have you close within seconds again.
He trailed his fingertips along your spine, sent a shiver through your body as he fucked you rough, just like you'd asked of him so very, very nicely. He reached your neck, reached around to your throat and when his fingers brushed along your jaw, he clasped his hand around it and pulled. Pulled you up, right to his chest, sweat sticking to your skin as you moaned his name.
You let your head drop back onto his shoulder, gave him more skin to touch, more of your body to claim, more of you to make his as he thrust relentlessly into you, as his other hand brushed between your legs, up your thighs until his fingers met your clit, pushed down and pulled an even louder moan of his name from you.
His hand closed around your throat at the same time.
You choked back a gasp, breath hitching, back arching off him and into him both, more and less clashing in your mind because this was what you wanted, this was what you'd begged him for, but all of it so suddenly, following each other so closely - too much, not enough.
You clenched around him.
Bradley let out a moan - his lips against your ear, the sound of it in every fibre of your body, of your mind, of your soul. And that was it for you.
You came with another cry of his name - a scream, a sob, maybe, or none of it, you weren't sure - maybe you let out no sound at all, rendered silent for once. The world was white for a second, your mouth dry, your throat hoarse, pleasure coarsing through every vein, every limb, every muscle, every bone.
You went slack against him. Your legs gave out, your eyes fell shut, your arms, your hands loose at your sides, and the only reason you didn't fall back onto your mattress were Bradley's arms around you - on your throat, around your hips. His fingertips circling your clit still, his hips snug to yours as he bit down on your shoulder, as he reached his own high, his moustache scratching deliciously against your skin, grounding you as your breath slowly came back to normal, as you won back the feeling in your legs.
You stayed still for a minute - just catching your breath, allowing yourself to take whatever time you needed to come back to yourself, to really notice the way Bradley held you up all on his own, the way his chest felt against your back, the way he had his lips pressed to the skin of your shoulder, the way his thumbs brushed ever so softly up and down, one along your throat, one along your stomach.
You never wanted this to end.
You were warm and safe and satisfied in his arms.
A slow smile spread on your face. Bradley's breath fanned softly over the shell of your ear. You could feel your own heart beat in your chest.
"Satisfied now, honey?", Bradley rasped, voice rough in all the right ways, his lips ghosting over your neck. You let out a soft hum in agreement. He chuckled against your skin.
"I'm gonna let go of you now, princess", he cautioned (you could just so push back the whine that wanted to escape) before ever so slowly, ever so carefully pulling his hand from your throat, pulling his arm from around you - softly pushing down on your back instead, hands wrapped around your hips again, laying you back down on the mattress and then turning you over. The bed was cold in comparison to him. Cold and lonely.
He had to pull out as he lay you down and that whine left your lips after all - you were empty and cold and lonely now and you wanted him, more of him, all of him again. Your legs were mushy and your mind still reeling, but you didn't have to think much anyway, not when you knew just what you wanted. You reached out, arms, hands in mid air as you tried to grab him, any of him.
He was sitting back on his ankles, running his hands through his hair, meeting your eyes as he saw you reach out for him. He looked positively exhausted.
You got hold of his hands and pulled him down, onto you. He brought them - and yours right with them - down next to your head in reflex, effectively pinning you down, and though neither of you had planned that, you still had to fight back a smile.
You were breathless, chest still heaving with the sticky intoxication of the moment, sweaty and hot and satisfied, truly, and you wanted him to wrap you up in his arms now and let you fall asleep on his chest.
Instead, he leaned in with a grin and kissed you. Kissed you with all the fiery passion fading into heady contentment, slow and deliberate, because he had all the time in the world now - it was the middle of the night and both of you were growing tired, your bones heavy, your muscles aching deliciously, your thoughts quiet, lazy almost. The middle of the night where romance could now dominate what had before been lust's reign.
That was what this felt like, Bradley's body on yours, his skin sticky with sweat, his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing down into the mattress. This felt like golden honey dripping down onto the reality of the moment, like gods' ichor flowing in your veins, like unnecessarily long and flowery metaphors for a feeling you felt too afraid to name this early on.
Bradley pulled away, let go of your hands and sat back once more - you followed him on some invisible kind of string, pushing up onto your palms, blinking at him in confusion.
He dropped another quick kiss onto your lips with a chuckle.
"Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?", he asked, a grin playing on his lips, his hands brushing over your ribcage, your stomach as though he, too, had some carnal need to keep touching you, to keep his fingertips moving over your skin at all times.
You closed your eyes, allowed the smile on your face to grow as wide as it wanted, and nodded at him.
"Yes, please, Roos", you mumbled, bathing in the yellow light of your bedroom lamp, in the soft buzzing of the ac, in the rhythmic tic-toc of your kitchen clock. In all these daily-life things, because they weren't daily-life right now. Right now, Bradley had just fucked you, right now, Bradley was sitting in front of you, right now, Bradley had his hands on your body, right now... Right now, you were happy, happy and satisfied, content with the world.
"Back to Rooster, are we?", he asked, drew his hands back from you and got up. Your smile deepened.
"I thought you liked your callsign", you quipped back innocently, eyes opening again as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off of your mattress, into the air, just because he could, just because you wanted him to. You didn't think you'd ever possibly get tired of his strength. He was a bit like your own, personally crafted superhero.
"I do", he muttered. You crossed your arms behind his neck, pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. "But the entire squad uses it."
"Oh", you said, exactly like that, because oh, indeed. "So when I say Rooster..."
"I think of work."
You pulled back a bit to look at him, even as his eyes were focused on the wall, trying to find the light switch for the bathroom.
"And you don't like that", you concluded, teeth digging into your bottom lip as a thought struck you. "You don't like thinking of work, Lieutenant?"
Bradley froze.
Bullseye.
"What did you say?"
His eyes focused on you, fixated on you, his jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed. You did your best try at an innocent smile, at a doe-eyed look somehow, but you doubted you achieved anything even remotely close.
"Lieutenant", you muttered again, heat pooling in your lap once more simply at the look on his face. You'd uncovered another one of his layers and you were already anticipating the consequences. "Do you want me to beg again?"
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