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Declassified [2] - Retaliation

A.N: I watched Thunderbolts* and I am ✨back on my bullshit✨ 🩷

I hope you guys like it! 🥰 Please let me know what you think! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Actions have consequences.

Warnings: Unwanted touching in the workplace (nothing graphic but please be careful reading it) , mentions of vaping, mentions of violence

Word Count: 3434 (and yes, this was supposed to be a blurb)

This chapter can be read as a standalone but if you want to see more of them, here is chapter 1! 🩷

It wasn’t very often that you were late to work, and if it were any other time you would be rushing inside, darting past everyone but your therapist had been very insistent about you taking some time early in the morning to ground yourself, so here you were; outside the building, focused on your breathing.

“I am healthy, I am wealthy,” you said, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “I am rich, I am that bitch—”

“What are you doing?”

You jumped out of your skin, your eyes snapping open with a gasp to see Bucky watching you with a curious look in his eyes. You let out a breath, pressing a hand over your chest.

“You scared me!”

“Sorry about that.” Bucky gave you an apologetic smile. “I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you, it’s a force of habit. What are you doing?”

You gestured at the building.

“It’s gonna be chaos in there,” you said. “I didn’t have time to do my affirmations this morning so I’m doing them before I walk in.”

“Affirmations?”

“Yeah, I usually do them in front of the mirror but like I said, didn’t have time,” you said. “I’m almost done, I’ll be right there.”

“It’s okay, I can wait,” Bucky said and you shrugged your shoulders, then closed your eyes again and clasped your hands in front of you.

“I am healthy, I am wealthy, I am rich, I am that bitch,” you recited. “If the world is a high school, I’m the head cheerleader. If the world is a knee, I’m Tonya Harding. If the world is an open buffet, I’m a damn snack. I have the confidence of an evil tech bro and the looks of a pretty princess, and I get princess treatment from the universe.”

You opened your eyes to find Bucky staring at you in utter confusion, but as soon as he realized you were finished, he nodded his head fervently.

“Uh—” He seemed at a loss for words. “Amen?”

You pursed your lips to control your smile, then walked into the building with him following you.

“How come you didn’t have time this morning?” he asked and you hummed.

“Me and the rest of the team went to karaoke last night,” you said. “Got plastered, and the last thing I remember is me and Kelsey trying to sing Bohemian Rhapsody.”

Bucky let out a chuckle and followed you to your desk. “Isn’t Queen a bit too old for you?”

“Queen is goddamn timeless, take that back.”

“No I’m surprised you know—”

“I’m also surprised you know Queen, it’s a bit too new for you,” you teased him back as Caleb put a file on your desk.

“There you go Birdie.”

“Caleb!”

Bucky raised his brows. “Birdie?”

“She sings like a bird, I’ll send you the video,” Caleb replied with a grin and you pointed at him.

“I’ll kill you once I’m off the clock.”

“With your voice?”

“With a knife,” you said and he feigned a gasp, then walked away from you. You let out a whine.

“I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Don’t think so Birdie.”

“I will kill you too,” you told Bucky as he shot you a smirk that made your stomach do a pleasant flip. “I’m serious. I have tricks you don’t even know about.”

“I’m very intimidated.”

“You should be,” you said and turned your laptop on, then clicked on a file. “By the way, you have a meeting with Mr. Thompson today, are you prepared?”

Bucky made a face. “I don’t really like that guy.”

“And unfortunately politics doesn’t care about who you like,” you said, your eyes glued to the screen as you attached the file to the email. “We can use him and his connections, so play nice alright?”

“No promises—”

“Yes promises.” You glared at him. “Yes promises right now.”

Bucky groaned and threw his head back. “But listen—”

“Go look over the email I sent you, it has everything you need for your meeting with him.”

“When did you send me an email?”

“Just now.”

“You’re talking to me right now, how did you—?”

“I’m great at my job, that’s how,” you told him and pointed at his office without taking your eyes off the screen. “Go. He will be here in two hours.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the infamous Winter Soldier, the future Congressman, the great Bucky Barnes was sulking but he walked away without protest, making you repress a smile.

By the time Mr. Thompson’s meeting with Bucky was over, it was nearly lunch time. Caleb and Kelsey were already vaping outside, and you sent the email you had been working on for the last couple of minutes, then grabbed your purse to leave the office, your eyes still glued to your phone. Your whole focus was on the news article about Bucky, so you didn’t even realize the man who was about to step out the door as well until you bumped into him and your head shot up.

“Oh, sorry about that Mr. Thompson!” you said and gave him an apologetic smile. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Oh no no, after you,” he said and you passed by him but as soon as you did, you felt his hand on your butt. Your whole body froze, your stomach lurching with the sudden panic that crashed onto you out of nowhere while he walked past you, his driver opening the door for him. You stared at his car until it drove off, your eyes burning with unshed tears, bile coating the back of your throat but you forced yourself to swallow, tightening your jaw.

“Hey, you ready?” Kelsey asked, the blueberry scent of her vape filling your lungs as you took a deep breath, then blinked back the tears.

“Sure!” You tried to smile. “Let’s—let’s go.”

You couldn’t even decide who you were angry at more.

He was a perverted asshole, that was for sure, but now that you were thinking about it, you should’ve yelled at him.

Or slapped him.

Or did something other than freezing in your spot like an idiot.

The tension hadn’t left your body for the whole day, no matter how much you tried to focus on work. All you wanted was to go home and take a long shower and bury yourself under the covers, so once everyone started to leave the office, you grabbed the file and knocked on Bucky’s door.

“Hey, here are the files for tomorrow,” you rasped out and put them on his desk. “I’m gonna leave if that’s all.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t look okay.”

If it were any other time, you would’ve come up with a snarky comment but you were way too tired to do so.

“Um, I just want to go home if you don’t need me for the rest of the evening.”

Bucky stood up from behind his desk to approach you, his pleasant scent tickling your nose.

“What happened?” he asked softly and you bit inside your cheek.

“Nothing.”

“Listen, if it were any other time I would be thrilled to see you leave on time for once, but not like this,” he said. “What is it?”

You shifted your weight, your eyes cast on the desk just so that you could focus on something other than the threat of tears tingling the bridge of your nose.

“Just a bad day I guess.”

“Who’s responsible for that?”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, the dread in your stomach easing just a little.

“Why, are you gonna go Winter Soldier on them?”

“If needed.” His voice didn’t hold a teasing tone unlike before, instead it was almost dark. “Who?”

You let out a bitter laugh. “We’re making you a congressman, you can’t do the whole scary super assassin thing anymore—”

“Who?” he repeated and you heaved a sigh.

“You were right about Mr. Thompson,” you muttered. “He is an asshole who pretends to be a gentleman. Apparently he holds the door open for you with his left hand to feel you up with his right hand.”

The moment the words left your lips, something in his eyes shifted, making you frown in confusion before your heart started beating in your throat.

Ah.

There.

Ever since you started working for Bucky, Winter Soldier had been a popular topic among your friends. They all kept insisting that it gave him the perfect air of mystery and danger, and that it made him even hotter. You weren’t an idiot, you knew very well just how handsome he was, how he stood out among all the politicians – or anyone else in the room, to be honest— but up until this point, you had never seen any trace of the infamous Winter Soldier in him. For you, Bucky was your very, very attractive boss who was genuinely so protective, so honest and so good to people around him that sometimes you wondered if he was even fit for the dirty world of politics.

But until now, it had never crossed your mind that Bucky was perfectly capable of being the most dangerous man in the room, he just made the conscious decision to shield the world from that side of him.

“He did what?”

The low growl made your whole body warm and you could only stare at him for a couple of seconds before forcing yourself to snap out of it and licked your lips.

Bucky was your boss, you were in a relationship, and this was making you feel things you definitely weren’t supposed to feel.

“It’s nothing,” you said in a rush, taking a step back. “I’m fine, it was just….who hasn’t been through that, am I right? People suck and I—I’m just gonna go home and take a shower and forget this whole day happened. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walked out of his office and snatched your purse off your desk without even slowing down, then left the building.

Normally, you wouldn’t be caught dead without your headphones in the subway but you were so lost in your thoughts that it was only when you reached home that you realized you weren’t wearing them. You frowned to yourself, then pressed your palms on your eyes, then dropped your hands with a sigh.

It was just because of today.

That was it.

And besides, anyone could see Bucky was handsome. It was an objective observation –hell, you were the one who kept joking that his looks would grant him a seat in the congress— so if anything, it just meant you were good at your job.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, then closed the door behind you.

“Max?”

“In here babe!”

You made your way to the kitchen to find him on a stall, his whole focus on his laptop screen. You quickly pecked him on the lips, then put your purse on the kitchen island while he clicked away at the keyboard.

“You’re home early.”

“So are you,” you said. “Oh my God, you will not believe what happened today.”

“What?”

“You remember Mr. Thompson?”

“The guy who owns that sports foundation, right?”

“Yeah, him!” you said. “So, he had a meeting with Bucky today, and it was around my lunchtime, and as I was walking out, he held the door open for me and then touched my butt!”

He looked up from his laptop.

“Holy shit, that’s fucked,” he said. “You okay?”

“Can you believe that?” you exclaimed. “He walks around like—everyone thinks he’s this sweet old guy, and he—he goes and does that? It’s so fucking disgusting!”

“It is.”

“I should’ve slapped him,” you told him. “Seriously. Or like, punched him or something. That’s what he deserves, that fucking pervert.”

“He really does,” he said. “Hey, should we have pizza for dinner?”

You blinked a couple of times, silence falling upon the kitchen as you searched for the right words through the anger burning in your head.

“That’s it?” you asked after a beat. “I’m telling you some creep groped me and your reaction is just ‘that’s fucked, what’s for dinner’?”

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked back with a laugh. “Challenge him to a duel?”

“If you could be angry, that would be appreciated,” you snapped and he pulled his brows together.

“I am angry.”

“Are you?”

“What, I should go and beat him up to show that to you?” he asked, his tone mocking. “It’s just a creepy guy with a wandering hand. No harm done—”

“Maybe I should be the one to decide if there’s any harm done, Max,” you growled through your teeth. “Seeing that it was my ass that was involved, literally!”

“Alright.” He let out a tired sigh. “I get that you’re upset, but there’s no need to take it out on me, I can’t do anything about what happened. There’s always gonna be creepy guys around you, you can’t let that affect you this much. It’s not gonna solve anything, it’ll just make you more upset.”

You could feel the headache creeping up on you, climbing from the base of your neck to your temples as you gritted your teeth, then ran a hand over your face.

“Wow,” you said. “You know what? I’m just gonna take a shower and go to bed. Eat whatever you want.”

“Babe, come on—” he started but you walked out of the kitchen to the hallway, then slammed the bathroom door behind you, your eyes still burning.

Your headache was a little better when you woke up. You were still angry and hungry at the same time, so on your way to work, you got a sandwich, coffee with four shots of espresso and some pastries for yourself and the people at the office. As usual, you were the first one to arrive, so you placed the pastries in the kitchen, made your way to your desk, put your earbuds in and got to work.

You were halfway into your report when Kelsey snapped her fingers in front of your eyes, making your head shoot up.

“Thanks for the eclairs Birdie,” she said when you took out your earbuds and you made a face.

“Not you too.”

“Bucky still isn’t in?” Caleb asked as he put a file in front of you while biting into an éclair and you and Kelsey both shook your heads.

“He has that breakfast thing with—”

“With Mrs. Ainsley in Borough Park,” you said and checked the time on your laptop. “Should be here soon though.”

Caleb popped the rest of the éclair in his mouth, then sat on your desk.

“So, let’s get the theories about last night,” he said. “I say it was his wife’s boyfriend.”

“Nah, I say it was a robbery.”

“Nothing was stolen.”

“The guy is loaded, he probably has stuff he doesn’t want the public to—”

“Who are we talking about?” you cut them off and they both turned to give you a look of disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard.”

“Heard what?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat as you grabbed your phone. “I’ve been working on my report since I got here, what did I miss?”

“It came out last night!”

“I had a fight with Max last night—what happened?”

Kelsey tilted her head. “What happened with Max?”

“Long story, what’s going on?”

Caleb leaned back on his palms.

“Someone broke into Mr. Thompson’s house last night.”

Your heart started beating in your throat. “What?”

“Yeah, someone broke into his house—which is insane by the way, he usually has security there and a bunch of alarms— and my journalist friend got the first report, that was definitely personal. All the bones in his right hand are basically dust now, no one knows what kind of machine they used.”

You stared at him while Kelsey let out a snort.

“He knows, he just refuses to say anything.”

“The guy is traumatized.”

“That, and he lost all his teeth.”

“Exactly. He must’ve blocked it out because if he remembered, he would’ve given the description in writing.”

No.

Absolutely not, that was—

That was a coincidence, that’s all.

Bucky didn’t care enough about you to do that, your relationship was purely professional.

“He won’t,” Kelsey said. “People say he saw who it was, but is too scared to tell the police who it is.”

“I’m telling you, it’s his wife’s boyfriend or something, there is something personal—”

He stopped talking and jumped off your desk, causing you to turn your head to see Bucky walking to his office. Bucky offered you a small smile and nodded at your friends before entering his office and you let out a breath, leaning back on your chair.

“Ugh, he’s too hot,” Kelsey said and Caleb rolled his eyes.

“He’s your boss, dumbass. Don’t shit where you eat.”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Yet.”

“Listen, we all know the Venn diagram of his potential voters and the people who want to fuck him.”

“I still cannot believe Paul put that in the Powerpoint presentation, that was the most uncomfortable I’ve ever seen Bucky.”

“Oh please, as if Bucky doesn’t know how fuckable he is.”

“And do you realize what that means? We don’t ask people that question, it’s not in the survey, so it means almost all those voters just gave away that information voluntarily—”

“Uh, guys?” You hit print on the document, then grabbed the file out of the printer. “I’ll be right back.”

You could swear your legs were shaky as you approached his office, then licked your lips and knocked on the door to peek your head in.

“Hey, are you busy?”

“Not at all,” he said and you stepped in, breathing fast for some reason. “I was just about to come to talk to you. How do you feel? After yesterday?”

“Oh I’m…I’m fine,” you said and rushed to put the report on his desk. “There. The latest numbers.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” you said breathlessly and turned around to leave, but then changed your mind and turned around again.

“Bucky?”

His piercing blue eyes on you were soft. “Yes?”

“Did you um—did you hear about Mr. Thompson?” you stammered. “Apparently someone broke into his house last night, through the security and all the alarms.”

He raised his brows in silence.

“It’s pretty weird, isn’t it?” you insisted. “Whoever it was, he broke all the bones in his right hand.”

A small smile twitched Bucky’s lips before he shrugged his shoulders.

“He needs his left hand to open doors.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, a warmth spreading from your chest to your stomach, and lower, and lower—

Holy shit.

It was Bucky.

The warmth turned into a fire rushing through your veins, making you lightheaded while you stared at him, your stomach doing happy flips. You didn’t even realize the smile curling your lips at first but as soon as you did, you cleared your throat.

“Bucky.”

“Hm?”

“You shouldn’t have.”

He scoffed. “We’ll have to disagree on that one.”

“He has security around his house,” you insisted. “You shouldn’t have put yourself in danger like that.”

He seemed almost offended that you thought security could pose any danger to him and you tried to focus on the issue at hand rather than just how adorable it made him look.

“And we were trying to get his support, if anyone saw you—”

“I don’t care about his support, nor do I want it anymore.”

Focus.

He’s your boss.

Focus.

“He apologized to you, by the way,” Bucky added, mischief glimmering in his eyes. “He would’ve said it himself but he doesn’t have teeth anymore, so…”

That managed to coax a burst of laughter out of you and you covered your mouth, then dropped your hands, trying to ignore the fluttering in your stomach.

“Thank you,” you managed to say and he held your gaze in his, making the butterflies in your stomach even worse.

His voice was soft: “Don’t mention it.”

You lingered there for a moment, then turned around and walked out of his office to your desk where Kelsey and Caleb were still talking. You could feel the fire blooming under your cheeks but you let out a breath and sat down, willing yourself to focus.

“Sorry about that,” you said. “What was that about the Venn diagram?”

Chapter 3

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unconventional-lawnchair · 11 months ago

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Marauders and Lightning Era Masterlist

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Rating/Warnings: 18+ for canon-typical violence, swearing, mental health issues, mentions of rape/non-con, and sexual content.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff.

Series Summary

Three years ago you were normal, the only demons you had to fight were your own, and you the most you knew of Vought and the Boys were what you saw on TV. But then you met Homelander at a stupid party, and woke up the next morning in a cell.

After almost two and a half years of you being Homelander's little project, Soldier Boy was woken up only go rouge and be put back under. Somewhere in there, you escaped. And before Queen Maeve went underground, she told William Butcher about the Anomaly, a powerful supe who recently escaped Vought captivity and may have an agenda against Homelander.

One month later, the Boys found you.

You spend the next five months helping them best you can, though your control over your powers is weak and your fear of Homelander makes you useless in combat. But you get an idea. A stupid, dangerous idea that turns you into Soldier Boy's keeper, giving him a second chance to take down Homelander, you hanging over his shoulder, a threat should he want to go nuclear again. It's exhausting and frustrating, and you might kill him and yourself as soon as this is over, but you said whatever it takes.

And this is what it takes.

Author's Note

This story is non-canon compliant, with the two main differences being;

1) Butcher doesn't have brain cancer, because I said so.

2) All of Gen V didn't take place, because I don't want to deal with the whole supe-plauge thing. Also that's too many characters to keep track of squad.

Because of this, the story will start in a similar setting as s4e5, but with different events leading up to it, and will deal with similar themes and have similar events to the rest of s4, but at an inconsistent rate. If you have any questions about other, smaller changes I have made, feel free to ask!

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Chapter List

Chapter 1 - Where Winning Looks Like Losing Chapter 2 - A New Kind of Tension Chapter 3 - You've Torn Your Dress 🚩 Chapter 4 - You Might Be The Same As Me Chapter 5 - Popped, Cool, and Ready to Go Chapter 6 - I've Been Searching for a Fortified Defense Chapter 7 - The Blinding Ultra-Violence 🚩 Chapter 8 - I Just Find My Way Back ❤️‍🔥🚩 Chapter 9 - Can't Cover It Up ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 10 - Lead Me To The Ark ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 11 - The Wolves or The Ocean Rocks Chapter 12 - While My Blood's Still Flowing Chapter 13 - The Terror of Knowing Chapter 14 - Choke on Sun Chapter 15 - I Found A Martyr ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 16 - Let It Flood ❤️‍🔥 🚩 Chapter 17 - Make My Chest Stir Chapter 18 - Something In The Static ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 19 - Don't Look Back 🚩 Chapter 20 - Forget to Fall Down Chapter 21 - Some Things You Just Can't Speak About ❤️‍🔥 🚩 Chapter 22 - I Stayed In The Darkness With You Chapter 23 - Wherever You're Going ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 24 - You'll Never Be Alone ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 25 - All I Know ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 26 - I’ve Loved Everything About You That Hurts ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 27 - Just A Shot Away 🚩 Chapter 28 - Something That I'm Supposed to Be ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 29 - All My Bets On You Chapter 30 - Every Demon Wants His Pound of Flesh 🚩 Chapter 31 - I'd Do It All Again ❤️‍🔥

More Than You Could Ever Know - A No Love Lost Christmas Special

Part 1 - The Boys start Secret Santa, Ben pretends to do his job. ❤️‍🔥 Part 2 - Ben and Ryan go shopping, and you all try to find a tree. Part 3 - You and Ben have a Christmas Eve date. Many gifts are opened.

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Dying’s Up to Me - A Prologue. Takes place 6ish months before Chapter 1. 🚩 They're Never Gonna Find You A Home - Request! Everyone adjusts to your life with the Boys. Takes place 5ish months before Chapter 1. 🚩 Back to Here - Request! They get horny at the dining table, and Butcher takes it personally. Takes place in Chapter 14. It's So Simple - You make Ben do icebreakers. He's a little bitch about it. Takes place in Chapter 14. Just Your Time - You give Ben internet lessons. Takes place in Chapter 14. As Much As I Do - Request! Ben finds you dancing, is immediately very normal about it. Takes place after Chapter 14 and around Chapter 15. Calling Your Name - Ben's first birthday awake isn't great. Takes place in Chapter 19. ❤️‍🔥 I Skip My Pride - You share some music with Ben over text. Takes place in Chapter 22. The Only Place That I Call Home - It's team game night, and everyone is sick of you and Ben's shit. Takes place in Chapter 24. ❤️‍🔥 Can't Help Myself - Request! Ben has a breeding kink, and you're incredibly horny, so it works. Takes place in around Chapter 24 and Chapter 25. ❤️‍🔥 Anywhere Else Is Hollow - A halloween special episode! Takes place in Chapter 25. It Was Smiling Down - A Ryan pov Chapter. Takes place between Chapter 26 and Chapter 27. A Call To Motion - Request! There's a lot of things you're good at. Sex with Ben is one of them. Takes places in Chapter 28.❤️‍🔥 I Want You Only - You and Ben go shopping. Takes place in Chapter 28 ❤️‍🔥 I’ll Hold Your Hand - Request! You get your period, and Ben has to do his job and take care of that. Takes place post series.

Found Footage (Post-Series Chapters)

Just Too Important - You and Ben head to Costco. Takes place about two months post-series. Dreams of Love - Request! You and Ben have to babysit. Takes place ten months post-series. Setting In A Honeymoon - You and Ben finally get a honeymoon. Takes place about a year post-series. The Best Thing - Request! You, Ben, and Ryan get a cat. You Can Feel It - Ben has a birthday. Takes place on May 19th, post-series.

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The Song of Promises [1/3]

[ canon • Aemond x Royce • female ]

[ warnings: loss of virginity (both characters), sex content, unprotected sex, oral sex, targcest stuff, smut, angst, abduction, description of eye loss, mourning, child abuse, Aemond being a self-absorbed, vain guy ]

[ description: Aemond's childhood is filled with loneliness and regret until Daemon arrives in the Red Keep with his first-born child, daughter of Rhea Royce. The fact that neither of them has a dragon of their own binds them together with a thread of understanding, and their slowly developing relationship gives birth in the young prince's mind to a plan of which she is a part. Slow burn, childhood companions to lovers, first intimacy, rude, insolent, arrogant Aemond with big ego. ]

This is story that describes the events of what would have happened if Aemond had met Daemon's daughter earlier (i.e. as a child). The characters are exactly the same as in the original The Price of Pride, but still, this is a standalone story that can be read separately: you don't need to know that story to read this one.

I have tried to show how the need for closeness matures in adolescents as they get older until they fully understand what they want and how to achieve it. Decide for yourself what happened between them when and at what age so that you feel comfortable with it (let's agree that the ages from the books and the series do not apply here, because at the end of the chapter we are still before Helaena and Aegon's wedding: everyone is simply older than in the source material, decide for yourself by how many years).

A big inspiration for me to wrtie this story was my relationship with my husband (everything was going very slowly for us and each new base was an achievement and a great event). That said, this story you will read alternately from two perspectives (not the same events tho).

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond

That night he slept exceptionally badly: he wriggled in his bed for a long time, struggling to hold back tears of anger, thinking of what Aegon and his nephews had done to him. His older brother was spiteful by nature, but until now he had believed that they would support each another in the presence of the Strongs.

He was mistaken.

The pig with wings he had been given by them – according to Aegon's assurances, as a consolation prize – was eye-watering proof of the humiliation he had suffered at his hands for years. The way they all laughed out loud while he stood completely petrified with shame and the fact that they considered it amusing made his whole body begin to shake.

He wished the sun would never rise again.

When he woke up the next day, his meal was served as usual: to his delight, his mother, although she did not usually allow it, ordered his favourite sweet cinnamon rolls to be brought to him. While he still felt miserable, eating them made his spirits lighter, as the pleasant thought went through his head that his mother loved him.

During the sparring, Aegon acted as if he had forgotten what he had done to him the day before: he said something to him and laughed, as if he expected him to feel like replying to him after the humiliation he had suffered at his hands.

His silence, unfortunately, was not met with understanding from his brother either.

“Must you always be such a twat?” Aegon asked.

Again he did not answer, pressing his lips into a thin line with rage, and hit one of the targets with all his strength with a wooden sword.

He did not utter words that Aegon or his nephews could use against him.

He thought he would never give them a reason to mock him again.

Silence was safe.

However, he was snapped out of his reverie by the voice of Jace, who had been speaking to Luke during one of their short breaks.

“Mother said they would be arriving today. Daemon and his firstborn daughter. He killed her mother.” His nephew spoke in a whisper, clearly excited, but he stood close enough to understand what he said.

Daemon's firstborn daughter.

It was true that he had heard of her and knew that she existed, however, her person did not particularly concern him: she had no dragon and she was a girl, so she did not threaten him in any way, yet she also had nothing that would make him find the subject of her arrival interesting.

Or at least that's what he tried to tell himself, as he involuntarily strained his hearing, standing with his back to them, pretending to stretch before his next routine, paying no attention to the fact that Criston Cole was shouting something to him and Aegon.

“He killed her mother?” Squealed Luke, and Jace shushed him and tapped him on the head, clearly wanting his little brother to be quiet.

“It's gossip. Mother says we have to be kind to her. She won't have here anyone but us.” Jace explained to him.

Although he kept telling himself that he didn't care about some pathetic little girl without a dragon, the next morning he sat with his face pressed against the window, waiting for them to arrive.

He didn't know what he was actually waiting for: Daemon had always seemed intriguing to him. His uncle was confident and ironic, on top of which there was no one, except perhaps Ser Criston, who could match him in wielding a sword.

Deep down he admired him and the possibility of seeing him again thrilled him.

He twisted in his seat, rising higher on his arms as the gates to the courtyard opened and indeed, he saw his uncle on a white horse and a little girl with long, dark hair sitting before him in the saddle.

He snorted at the thought that, like his nephews, the gods had not bestowed upon her the Targaryen colour that he wore proudly on his head.

However, she was a legitimate child and had certainly inherited the colour of her hair from her mother, so he felt that this was not reason to mock her.

After all, his mother also had dark hair, and he held her in high regard and respect.

Daemon jumped off his mount lightly, then grabbed his daughter under the arms and helped her down, without waiting for the servant to run up to them.

He saw that she had started to look around – he thought that she was certainly enthralled and overwhelmed by the beauty and grandeur of the Red Keep, but when she turned her face towards him he recognised that her facial expression was more one of uncertainty and fear.

She will have no one here but us.

He killed her mother.

For some reason, for a moment, but only a moment, he felt pity for her.

Although she was not a princess or anyone special, news of her arrival and the reason for it had spread through the fortress very quickly; he usually preferred to stay in his chamber or in the library, but on this day he had left his safe places to stroll the corridors and the castle, hoping to see her.

He wanted to judge her carefully in his mind: he had formed an opinion about everyone, and she could not remain an exception.

A sting of disappointment spread across his chest when, to his displeasure, he did not see her until the next day during sparring, in the company of Jace and Luke. They spoke to her, gesturing vividly, apparently showing her everything they could, she, however, simply looked at them with big eyes, terrified, and said nothing, looking where they told her to.

“My Princes. Come over here. Let's begin.” Criston Cole called out towards them, clearly impatient.

He grinned under his breath with satisfaction, feeling a pleasant pride at the thought that Ser Criston preferred them to the Strongs and was clearly showing it.

Jace and Luke stepped closer, and Daemon's daughter approached with them, her eyes wide, her small hands clenched into fists from anxiety.

Looking at her closely, he decided she was not ugly: her face seemed pleasant to him, her eyelashes and eyebrows long and dark, accentuating her skin tone in some interesing way. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, as were her lips: she was a little shorter than Jace, but like them, she was dressed in a training garment.

“Our cousin used to practise archery in Runestone. We thought she could do it here too.” Luke said.

Cole straightened up and sighed, clearly frustrated.

“Consent would have to be given by Prince Daemon himself. I cannot make that decision alone.” He replied matter-of-factly, causing the girl to lower her head, disappointed.

Jace, however, was not giving up.

“Then we'll ask him.” He said with vigour, glancing at his cousin, who shook her head.

“I don't know where he is. I can't find him anywhere.” She muttered.

“Prince Daemon, from the information I have, set off to Essos before dawn. Without his permission, I cannot take responsibility for your safety, my Lady.” Ser Criston explained, already a little softer.

An uncomfortable silence fell around them, one he'd experienced for the first time in his life: it wasn't filled with irritation or rage, but with the fact that it seemed to him that neither of them knew how to act in such a situation.

Usually when Jace or Luke didn't know or couldn't do something, it was a source of pride and mockery for him and Aegon: their nephews reacted similarly to failures on their side.

However, he didn't know what he should feel or think upon hearing that a little girl didn't know that her father was now with his second family.

He looked at her to witness her reaction and felt a strange squeeze in his throat seeing that she obviously did not know about it – her lips were slightly parted in disbelief, her gaze wandering from one person to the next, as if she felt humiliated and abandoned, left alone in a place foreign and frightening to her.

“With your permission, I will return to my chamber.” She mumbled and bowed, only to turn and move towards the cloisters, disappearing into one of the corridors.

“Did you see that? She is crying like a little baby. Would you like to join her, brother? You two fit together.” Said Aegon and patted him on the shoulder, making his cheeks flush scarlet with shame.

“That's enough.” Cole said. “Get back to practising.”

Although he occupied his head with various activities for the rest of the day – mostly reading books on Westeros history – his thoughts kept returning to her face then, when she found out her father was gone.

She wasn't as annoying and provocative as Jace and Luke, of that he was sure – nor had she inherited Daemon's aggressive manner, at least not in the way he'd expected. As much as he wanted to assign her to the Black party, as Daemon had always supported Rhaenyra, he wasn't sure she was even aware of the division between them and that she had to choose.

She was thrown between strange walls and strange people, left alone.

Even for him, it was quite cruel.

But it was not his concern, he consoled himself in spirit, trying to start a chapter concerning Winterfell.

For the first time in a long time, he looked forward to the supper with excitement: he knew that his father-king would surely invite his niece to it and say a few warm words to make her feel at home.

He hoped she would be seated close to them and not next to the Strongs.

She shouldn't spend time with the bastards, but he didn't blame her for doing so – he guessed that she simply didn't know who they really were.

Perhaps I should tell her about it, he told himself in spirit sitting down at the table in his seat, recognising that, in fact, he would be doing her a favour by doing so.

Indeed, there was one more chair placed at the table than usual. His cousin walked into the chamber, accompanied by his mother and sister. Helaena was saying something to her, and Daemon's daughter was smiling, looking down at her feet, apparently trying not to fall over in her long, brown gown.

Once again he felt a sense of pride, for it was his sister and not his nephews who had made their guest feel better.

To his satisfaction, which, however, he did not give expression to, trying to keep a stony face, his cousin took a seat next to his sister, that is, opposite him and Aegon. When she looked in his direction he did not leave her gaze for a moment – however, when she smiled, he turned his face away, feeling embarrassed.

He felt a sense of distinction because she had paid attention to him.

No one ever did that, because he was a second son without a dragon.

But she didn't have a dragon either, he consoled himself in his mind, and for some reason he felt relieved.

They were alike.

As he expected, his father greeted her in the presence of everyone, apparently wanting to give her courage.

“As I'm certain you all know by now, we have a guest. It is my brother's daughter, whom I welcome with great joy and love. From now on, the Red Keep will be her home and I ask you to treat her with kindness and understanding. A strange place, even more so for a little girl, can seem frightening. I trust each of you to care for her as best you can.” He said, then nodded and allowed everyone to begin their meal.

One more interaction occurred between them that evening: when he tried to reach for a pate that was too far away from him, she helped him by handing him a platter. She smiled at him again then, and he reciprocated the gesture awkwardly, feeling that for some reason his palms had started to sweat.

His king had said they should be kind to her, so he simply followed his order as any good son would do, he assured himself in his head.

Then Jace suddenly spoke up.

“My King. Our cousin is an excellent archer and we think she should be able to practice with us in the Red Keep as well. Ser Criston said that without her father's permission this is not possible. Wouldn't the King's order be more significant?” He asked, and all eyes fled towards his father.

“Little girls shouldn't be involved in such things.” Said Queen Alicent, taking a sip of wine, for some reason casting a long look at Rheanyra, sitting across the table.

“Why?” His half-sister asked. “Are all women in this world the same?”

His father decided to put an end to this brief argument by giving his own opinion on the matter.

Viserys decided that she could practise archery during their sparring, if it didn't interfere with their training.

She usually stood on the side and shot her bow at targets standing in a completely different part of the courtyard, so everyone quickly forgot about the dispute and stopped paying attention to her.

Or at least that's what he tried to convince himself.

He often looked at her, because when their gazes met, she usually smiled.

It was a warm smile, devoid of prejudice or malice: he did not usually reciprocate the gesture, fearing that Aegon would see it and find another reason to mock him.

She spoke to Jace and Luke, also occasionally smiling in their presence, but when she did so while looking at him, she looked different.

Perhaps it was just his childhood desire to be special to someone, to be noticed, that made him live in the belief that his cousin wanted to know him better.

He craved it too: confirmation of his suspicions, of the fact that, indeed, he had caught her attention. The reason, after all, could have been any feature of his personality that no one had noticed before: his intelligence, his knowledge, his rhetoric, his calmness and composure, how different he was from his brother and nephews.

His pride, however, prevented him from taking the first step: he knew that if anyone found out he was seeking her company, his brother would again call him a twat and say that he liked to play with girls because he was one himself.

That left him internally torn.

The opportunity fell upon him like a thunderbolt from a clear sky when one afternoon, as always eager to search the library for more reading for the dull, monotonous evenings, he saw Daemon and his daughter sitting at the table, bent over a thick, old volume that he knew intimately.

High Valyrian.

His cousin lifted her head upon hearing someone enter the room and bestowed upon him a broad, soft smile – Daemon's expression was not as friendly and expressed boredom.

To his relief, she spoke up first.

“My father is teaching me the language of our ancestors. Would you like to join us?” She asked, surprising both him and her father.

Daemon sighed, but did not protest, spreading out comfortably in his chair, giving him a look as if challenging him.

On the one hand, he was terrified and just wanted to run away, but on the other, this was his chance to get closer to both of them.

He nodded, embarrassed, feeling his hands involuntarily clench into fists.

The fear of humiliation was greater than the excitement.

“Sit down.” Daemon commanded.

No one had ever spoken to him this way, not even his own father; for some reason, however, it did not frustrate him, but made him feel even more respect for his uncle.

I want to be like you, he thought in the back of his mind.

Confident and fearless.

So he sat down on the other side, in the empty chair next to Daemon, and moved closer to the table – he was ashamed that his legs still didn't reach the ground, but he hoped it wasn't apparent yet.

Just a few more years and he would become a man.

He felt much more confident when he saw that they had just reworked a chapter he had already read before.

“Perzys zaldrīzī ossēnagon daor.” Said Daemon, glancing at his daughter expectantly, apparently wanting her to translate the sentence.

“Fire cannot…” She started, but fell silent, clearly not knowing what one of the words meant.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.” He spoke up, proud to show his uncle how broad his knowledge was.

“Good.” Daemon said.

He swallowed quietly, glancing at his cousin: her downward gaze and her hunched figure told him that she was sad that he hadn't even given her time to think.

He decided that perhaps he shouldn't come out in front all the time, lest he come across as vain.

“Zaldrīzo ānogar.” Said her father – he stirred in his chair, excited, knowing exactly what it means and that it is a fairly simple, even obvious phrase.

Daemon did it so she could respond too.

“The dragon…” She muttered, incorrectly constructing the sentence syntax.

When she looked at him, his lips uttered quickly the soundless ‘blood of the dragon’. She drew in a loud breath, an expression of relief flashed across her face.

“N-no. Blood. Blood of the dragon.” She quickly changed the order of the words, and Daemon nodded, moving on.

He didn't know why he had helped her then, but he liked the way she looked at him from then on.

With curiosity and gratitude.

In secret from his mother, grandfather and brother, he would sneak off to the library to learn with his uncle and his daughter about what he had been studying with the Maester earlier. He didn't admit that he had a kind of advantage over her, but he would sometimes pretend that he didn't know something in order to give her the opportunity to prove herself to her father.

Daemon seemed to him the embodiment of everything he himself wanted to be. Unlike his father, who did not find the strength or time to teach him about the history of their lineage, his uncle shared it extensively with him and his daughter, seeming indifferent and matter-of-fact at the same time.

Daemon was a demanding teacher, but this made him turn on his natural desire to compete: his cousin, however, did not have as much knowledge as he did because she could not have it, so he did not treat her in the same way as Jace and Luke.

They did not speak with each other outside the library; sometimes she smiled at him, but he only reciprocated this expression when the others could not see it – the corner of his mouth then lifted slightly upwards in an attempt to present some pathetic caricature of cordiality.

He wanted to be liked and admired, but didn't know how to achieve it.

One day, to his surprise, his cousin visited him in his chamber when the sun had long since set – he was already lying in his bed while reading a book.

He didn't like anyone invading his private space, but he couldn't say that the sight of her made him uncomfortable either.

He remained silent, deciding to listen to what she had come to him with.

“Tomorrow I am leaving to Essos. My father wants me to meet my sisters and stepmother.” She muttered, lowering her gaze as she spoke the last sentence.

She didn't want to see her replacement.

He grunted quietly, fiddling with the page of the book he held in his hands, feeling some kind of regret and disappointment.

“I see.” He replied, not knowing what more he could add.

She, however, was still standing in the same place, as if expecting to hear something more from him.

“I want to thank you for... for helping me then. Before lessons with my father, I repeat everything he taught me, but when I sit next to him, I suddenly forget the words. My head is empty.” She choked out finally, making him involuntarily look at her, surprised.

He felt a pleasant wave of pride and self-satisfaction ripple deep into his chest.

He lifted his chin higher, wanting to look more mature and dignified.

“You're welcome.” He hummed, hoping to hear even more praise from her lips.

“Sleep well, cousin.” She said and turned away, leaving him once again with a cold feeling of disappointment.

He realised that he hadn't asked her when they were coming back.

As she and his uncle disappeared, he felt with redoubled intensity how invisible he was to the inhabitants of the Red Keep: or at least that was how he perceived it. Even if he had wanted to, he no longer had anyone to show his intellect and knowledge to, no smile waiting for him when he sat down to supper in the company of his loud nephews and his half-sister, whom he deeply despised.

He was the embodiment of all his father's dreams, he was the reason he opened the womb of his first wife while she was still alive: he was the son he was always waiting for.

But his father could hardly eat on his own, let alone pay attention to him or the other children Queen Alicent had given him.

“Pass me the porridge platter, sweet Aemma.” He said to her once, pointing his blue finger at the dish he was thinking of, causing everyone around him to freeze.

He felt some kind of constriction in his throat when he saw his mother swallow this humiliation with difficulty, reaching for the platter and handing it to her lord-husband without a word.

He lowered his gaze to his plate, trying not to think about it, realising that he would like to see her comforting smile again.

He was beginning to grow impatient.

It had, after all, been several weeks.

As always when something was bothering him, he went to the only person he truly trusted.

“When will uncle Daemon return?” He asked, feigning indifference, fiddling with one of the flacons of expensive oils that had belonged to his mother.

Alicent looked at him, sighing quietly, clearly tired and embittered, probably by what his father had done.

He didn't know how he was supposed to help her, so he remained silent.

“The longer he's gone, the better.” She replied, surprising him.

“Why?” He asked, and she sighed again.

“He's a dangerous, unpredictable man. I pity his daughter. He drags her around all the continents like an object.” She said with a kind of impatience that made him unsure if she really meant what she said.

Adult people often spoke in riddles, which frustrated him constantly.

He preferred it when someone was direct.

The conversation with his mother brought him neither answers nor relief; the only person who showed interest in him was far away, and he was once again learning High Valyrian alone.

That night he prayed to the gods to help him tame a dragon and for his cousin to return quickly to King's Landing, so that she would continue to be kind to him.

The gods listened to his requests, or at least some part of them.

After a few days, Daemon, his daughter from his first marriage, Baela, Rhaena and his wife, lady Laena, reached the Red Keep.

He came to see them because he hoped to see her.

Indeed, when he stepped into the chamber, where his mother, Rhaenyra and Helaena were also present, he spotted her at once, standing behind her father's back. She was looking at Daemon, as if hoping that he would turn his attention to her, but he did not – his uncle was looking at his brother, who was holding Baela hand in his.

His only child who had a dragon.

Although no word was spoken, he understood what had happened.

She had only regained her father for a moment and lost him again.

A pleasant shiver ran through him as she looked around the room, but her gaze stopped on him when she noticed him: he offered her a sad smile of comfort, and she reciprocated the gesture.

Although everyone at supper that evening was loud and chatty, she sat quietly, staring at her plate, immersed in her thoughts. He could see that she had not eaten much; her lips were tightly clenched, her gaze fled again and again to the silhouette of her father, who was talking aloud about the magnificent mansion they lived in Essos and their desire to stay there.

He felt an unpleasant twinge in his stomach at the thought.

“Do you like insects?” He suddenly heard his sister's voice leaning over their cousin.

Her question seemed absurd and out of any context, but Daemon's daughter was clearly trying to focus and answer the question.

“I like butterflies. And bumblebees.” She said after some thought.

Helaena twisted in her seat, delighted, and invited her to come to her chamber later that evening so that she could see through her large collection of dried moths.

He sighed, trying to hide the unpleasant sting of jealousy that an object that raised his self-esteem had just been stolen from him.

He wanted her back for himself, so that she would say nice things to him.

He wanted her to admire him.

He wanted her to love him and cry for him with longing when they were separated.

He would never reciprocate this, of course, because these were tender, feminine concerns, but it would certainly satisfy his vanity.

He noticed, watching them from the sidelines, that a strong, cordial bond developed between her and his sister after that day: otherwise it would surely have caused his irritation, but at some point he began to see it as an opportunity.

The more she became attached to them and to the Red Keep, the more she would desire to stay with them.

To his surprise, Helaena too had begun to care that her new companion remained in King's Landing; she shrewdly tried to address the issue as they set off together to the Great Sept with their mother.

“I have no trusted lady of the court, Mother. I don't like the fact that they put things in different places than I want. They disturb my order and speak too loudly. She is kind. She always asks my opinion first before she touches me or my things. We embroider together and watch insects. I would like her to stay with me.”

Though his mother easily denied him and Aegon, to her only daughter she could not.

To his satisfaction, she turned to her lord-husband, and he convinced his younger brother that his daughter needed stability and a girl her own age as a companion.

Though reluctantly, Daemon agreed.

He couldn't say that everything had gone according to his plan: now his cousin was his sister's lady-in-waiting, spending a lot of time with her. This meant that she couldn't give him as much attention as he would have liked.

However, one day everything changed.

“Helaena said the Maester is teaching you High Valyrian. I was wondering if you could teach me too, as my father is not here anymore.” She mumbled, clearly fearing that her offer would not be attractive for him.

He sighed, pretending that her words made no impression on him.

“What can you give me in return?” He asked defiantly, though he knew he would have agreed even if she had not been able to give him anything.

“...and what would you like?” She answered question for question, staring up at him with her big eyes, playing with her fingers in a nervous reflex.

“You will obey all my orders without complaining.” He replied at last, feeling that satisfaction, not blood, was now flowing through his veins.

His cousin furrowed her brow at his words, clearly worried and concerned.

“What if you make me do something bad? Or something that will bring me disgrace?” She mumbled.

“I won't make you do such a thing. I am a man of honour.” He said proudly.

He blinked, shocked to see that she nodded at his words.

That's it?

“When can we begin?” She asked, and he pressed his lips together, struggling not to smile.

“Come to my chamber tonight. I'll draw you a map so you can get to it through a side entrance. And don't you dare tell anyone about this, or I will kill you with my own hands.”

She was clearly unaffected by his threat, because she smiled broadly, her face beaming with joy.

Indeed, his quarters could be accessed not only through a door, but also from the side of his bed: there was a small tower with stairs leading up to one of the rarely used corridors of the Red Keep.

He was worried, waiting for her, sitting over a mountain of books, whether the journey through the dark alleys of the fortress would prove too difficult for her: for some reason he was relieved when he heard quiet footsteps in the distance, and then saw her in the passage, looking up at him with big eyes.

She smiled broadly at the sight of him, apparently happy that she had managed to find the right way and not get lost; he grunted as she sat down beside him, pulling off the thin grey cloak thrown over her shoulders.

“Where did you and your father finish?” He asked, forcing himself to be indifferent – he swallowed hard, noticing with horror as he reached for one of the volumes that his hand was trembling with excitement.

He had never yet invited anyone to his chamber, much less without the knowledge of his mother and father.

It was their secret.

“On chapter twelve.” She said lightly, moving her chair closer to him so she could better see what they were about to discuss.

He felt relieved at the thought that he and Maester were already on chapter forty.

“Very well.” He hummed, pleased that he would be able to show off his knowledge and proficiency in this area.

His cousin, when her father wasn't around, proved to be a focused and curious student. She would ask him lots of questions and go back to things he had mentioned earlier, giving him proof that she was really listening to him.

He liked the role of teacher very much: he felt that it added to his esteem, while reassuring him that his time spent over the old tomes, contrary to what Aegon had said, was not time wasted.

He didn't know who he was really doing it for: whether for himself or for her. Certainly, in his own mind, he was convincing himself that the fact that he had agreed to teach her in Daemon's absence was an act of his favour, something for which she should be eternally grateful.

In fact, she was grateful to him.

He found it harder and harder to pretend he didn't see her during sparring or supper; some part of him, to his dismay, had come to the conclusion that he was enjoying her presence.

She cared for his older sister and was her faithful companion, but she also found time for him and his perpetually praise-hungry ego.

He was embarrassed by the way she smiled at him when their glances met in the courtyard or at the table: he had the impression that her eyes shone with joy for some reason, the expression on her face gentle and warm.

Kind.

He chastised himself for these thoughts and the strange yet pleasant feeling that filled his chest every time he lowered his head, stopping the corners of his mouth from rising with difficulty.

Then it was revealed that lady Laena was expecting another child, and something in her suddenly faded.

She felt less and less visible in the eyes of her father, who was far away, on another continent, while she was here, all by herself.

Looking at her and his own mother, Queen Alicent, sitting near her, he compared the shades of their hair, their eyes, the shape of their noses, hands and faces.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided that differences between them were not that great, and that if he had forgotten that she was the daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, his cousin could be the daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower.

His sister.

In truth, he was only a month older than her, but that did not change the fact that this would make him her older brother: this, in turn, would mean that since it was Helaena's destiny to marry Aegon, it would be his younger sister's destiny to marry him.

He lowered his gaze at this thought, feeling a burning red blush of embarrassment spread across his pale cheeks at the thought.

His heart thumped harder in his chest when he realised that nothing in that thought had rejected him.

But what if she didn't want it?

If she felt disgusted at the very thought of marrying him?

Rejection was something he couldn't afford.

It was safer to remain silent.

He felt his own blood under his tongue when his teeth involuntarily bit his lower lip at the word that her father wanted to take her to Essos.

“You have been away from home for too long. You should spend more time with your sisters.” He heard Daemon's voice outside her chamber door a few hours after her father had arrived in King's Landing.

Eavesdropping was not in good taste, but for some reason he couldn't help himself.

“What should I say to Helaena? I don't want to leave her.” Mumbled his daughter, clearly trying to come up with something quickly that would allow her to stay in the Red Keep.

“That you will now spend time with your true family.”

Your true family.

He didn't know why, but his jaw clenched in rage when he heard those words, a sharp pain piercing his heart, which beat harder in his chest.

And then Daemon took her away.

The first months without her presence had been the hardest for him, as he'd forgotten she was gone: he'd flipped through the books, wanting to prepare for their lessons, reminding himself angrily after a while that they weren't going to happen after all. Her chair had disappeared from the supper table, and her silhouette was not standing in the courtyard, aiming at a target with a bow.

It was as if she had never been there.

And then word reached King's Landing that lady Laena had died in childbirth.

It was a time of sadness in the Red Keep: previously Rhaenyra had mourned the death of her lover and father of her bastards, Harwin Strong; now, however, someone who was related to them all by blood, a close part of their family, had died.

He was ashamed that during the journey they had taken the whole family on to attend lady Laena's funeral, he had struggled to hold back a smile, feeling excited at the thought that the largest dragon in the world had just been left without a rider.

Although he tried to fool himself, he was enjoying not only the opportunity to claim a dragon, but also to see someone else.

The sea journey he had been forced to make, unlike his siblings, had dragged on mercilessly. When they finally reached the shore, he vomited: however, he quickly pulled himself together, recognising that neither she nor his nephews could see him in such a state.

His family were welcomed into the fortress with honours; he felt his heart pounding hard as he looked around the courtyard, hoping to see her. As he raised his head, he drew in a deep breath, catching sight of her silhouette in one of the open windows.

When their gazes met, she smiled.

Despite the fact that he should be concentrating on grieving, all he did during the funeral was listen for any sounds of the dragon that might be coming from afar and glanced at her, shocked that she seemed slightly taller to him – he also had the impression that her figure had become more girlish, whatever that meant.

When she caught him staring at her, he lifted his head up, embarrassed, pretending to look at the sky.

During the feast, which took place in one of the courtyards situated high above the sea, all he could think about was how to get her to speak to him. He did not want to be the one vying for her attention, running after a woman: this was foolish and, most importantly, unworthy of a man.

A man was supposed to be strong and proud, cold if necessary, but never weak.

Nevertheless, he longed to spend time with her, though she did not know it: she watched from the sidelines her half-sisters, embraced tightly by their grandparents, drenched in tears. Daemon and Rheanyra had disappeared somewhere, and she was left alone, not knowing what to do with herself.

After a while, their gazes met again – this time, though with difficulty, he did not look away. They continued like this for a while, until she made a slight movement with her head, as if pointing to the stone steps that led behind the wall, and then walked down them.

She wanted him to follow her.

He swallowed hard and glanced at his bored brother, who held a refilled wine cup in his hand.

“I'm going to take a walk. I have no desire to stay with these people.” He said to him dispassionately.

Aegon shrugged his shoulders.

“Do what you want.” His brother replied, looking intensely at one of the servants in the distance.

He sighed silently and moved ahead, feeling his heart in his throat.

What if someone sees them?

Was this a good idea?

Maybe he should turn back?

Hundreds of thoughts beat against each other in his head, but his legs led him to the stone stairs anyway, and then down to where no one could see them.

His cousin stood by the wall, looking beyond it to the sea; her long hair was partly tied back with a blue ribbon, the rest of it was blown by the wind. When she heard his footsteps, she looked up at him and smiled in a way he knew very well.

She was glad to see him.

“I'm glad to see you, cousin.” She said softly when he stopped in front of her, as if she was reading his mind.

He nodded, embarrassed, feeling for some reason that despite the cool sea breeze around them, he was hot.

“My condolences.” He muttered, reminding himself that his mother had ordered him to say it to everyone he met.

His cousin lowered her gaze and nodded, accepting his words.

“Thank you.”

They both fell silent, looking out at the sea, simply standing side by side. He was afraid that he should say something and was thinking hard about what neutral topic he could raise, when he suddenly heard her voice beside him.

“She was a good woman. She never tried to replace my mother, but she did everything she could to make me feel that she cared about me. I regret that I never thanked her for it.” She muttered, her voice breaking more and more with each sentence.

He looked at her uncertainly out of the corner of his eye, fearing that she would cry.

He wasn't good at consoling, so he remained silent.

“But I couldn't love her. Nor my sisters. I couldn't form a bond with them. My stepmother died, and I don't feel anything.” She said in a breaking voice, tear after tear ran down her cheeks red from the cold.

“If you don't feel anything, why are you crying?” He asked, looking ahead, straight at the setting sun hiding behind the horizon of the sea.

“Because I'm ashamed.” She confessed, making him feel a squeeze in his chest for some reason.

“You don't have to. She was not your mother, and they are not your sisters. You don't owe them anything.” He replied matter-of-factly, feeling that this was exactly what he believed.

Contrary to what Daemon had told her, they were not her true family.

They only pretended to be one.

“Who then is my family, if not my own father, his wife and daughters?” She mumbled with difficulty, as if his words frightened her even more.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, wondering if he should say it.

“Unlike my nephews, you are a true blood of the dragon. You can decide for yourself who you will love and who you will despise.” He replied with emphasis on the last words, involuntarily glancing in her direction.

She looked at him in disbelief, her dark eyes larger than ever, as if what he was saying shocked her.

“We don't control who we love.” She said, looking him straight in the face.

“We don't control. We choose.” He finally stated and drew in the air loudly, folding his hands behind his back. “You also have to choose. If you wish, I will take you with me back to where you belong. To King's Landing.”

Her lower lip twiched at his words, as if he had stabbed a dagger straight into her heart.

“I don't believe you.”

He wanted to answer her, but he flinched when he realised that he had heard the screech of a dragon in the distance – he raised his head and followed with his eyes the small, dark silhouette flying between the clouds.

Then he made his decision.

“I will take you to the Red Keep on the back of my dragon.”

She did not understand what he meant, however, he preferred not to initiate her into his plan: she had promised to obey him, so when he commanded her to go to sleep and worry about nothing, she did so reluctantly.

He, on the other hand, set out under cover of darkness to meet his destiny.

The trip through hills full of sand and stones was difficult and exhausting, but what he saw was sufficient compensation for his efforts. Vhagar was frighteningly beautiful: she was big, magnificent, and she evidently saw in him what none but his mother and cousin could, for although she opened her maw to burn him, when he spoke to her in High Valyrian, she hesitated.

Climbing onto her back, his palms were sweaty from nerves and terror, his body trembling as he tried with great effort to reach her saddle. When he finally succeeded and lifted into the skies with her, he realised that the gods had given him a sign, revealing to him his fate.

He had made Vhagar his dragon, and in the future he would make his cousin his wife.

In that moment, as he screamed with happiness, flying between the clouds, it made perfect sense to him. He didn't see this idea as something to do with physicality, but rather the conviction that since they both held affection and respect for each other, someday they would surely be able to beget offspring together, to create a lineage they would both be proud of.

In that one moment, he felt like he was holding his destiny in his hands, only for the gods to flip a coin again.

As soon as he landed back on the ground his nephews were already waiting for him and gave him another gift, this time one he was never to forget.

If he had to explain to someone what the pain of his eye being pulled out of his eye socket was, he wouldn't be able to describe it: it seemed to him that not only he was screaming, but his whole body as well, that his fingernails would pierce the frame of the bed he was lying on, that he was about to die and would never wake up.

He feared death.

“Mother, don't let me die.” He mumbled out, choking on his tears, his hands clenched into fists on the sheets.

His mother squeezed his arm harder, giving him courage.

“You will not die, my brave son. One day we will have our vengeance.”

Though Luke had taken his honour and his face, he had gained something more: a dragon.

A dragon that no one could challenge.

He knew that what happened after he returned from Vhagar's liege had nothing to do with Daemon's daughter: he had ordered her to stay in her chamber until he came for her, and so she did.

When he walked into her quarters, she rose from her seat, her face flooded with tears.

Daemon had already told her what had happened.

“I –” She began, but he would not let her finish.

“Fly with me or stay. I won't give you a second chance to choose.” He said coldly.

He was a man of honour and he kept his word.

He was sure she would refuse.

He was sure she was a coward.

But she nodded her head.

Neither of them knew how furious Daemon had been when he and his daughter had taken to the skies without his knowledge: when, in his eyes, he had abducted her as it was in the tradition of Old Valyria for centuries, to one day make her his wife.

Lady Royce

Her father punished her escape with his silence: the very thing he knew would hurt her most. He didn't answer her letters or explanations, and for months, then years, he didn't visit the Red Keep even at the invitation of his brother-king.

She knew that he considered what she had done a betrayal, and she suffered greatly because of it.

Nevertheless, she could not lie to herself and pretend that returning to King's Landing did not bring her relief. Between her half-sisters, she felt invisible, her father's person crushed her, and now she was free again.

At least in theory.

Queen Alicent was enraged when she saw her in the company of her son as soon as they returned to the Red Keep: she considered it their act of disobedience and a reason for Daemon to take revenge on her and her children. Her husband, however, was not so harsh about their misdeeds.

“They are just children, my love. My niece can stay here as long as she wishes. My brother and his daughters are in mourning. Let her not surround herself with sorrow and death.”

Although, in fact, King Viserys was partly right, her father was not really focused on mourning, but on marrying another woman as soon as possible.

Rhaenyra.

Only then did she feel as if someone had drawn a clear red line between one part of her family and another: the one that supported Queen Alicent and the one that supported Princess Rheanyra.

She herself wasn't sure she supported anyone: all she cared about was keeping Helaena safe. She was unable to bond with Baela and Rhaena, but she treated the king's daughter like her true sister.

She was calm, quiet and kind, full of warmth that gave her a sense of safety.

“I'm worried about Aemond.” She said one day, bent over her beautiful embroidery depicting a spider. “I feel that he is retreating more and more into the darkness of his mind.”

She lowered her gaze at her words, understanding perfectly what she meant: she answered nothing, however, as her cousin forbade her to speak of anything they discussed or did behind the closed door of his chamber.

He had kissed her for the first time when they were thirteen; he was respectful and gentle when his hands cupped her soft, pink cheeks during one of their lessons in his quarters, his caress slow and warm.

He was clearly nervous and excited, his breath heavy as their skin pressed together in a wet, sticky act she had only heard about from girls older than her.

She was convinced that this gesture was not a proof of his affection for her, but jealousy that Aegon had more experience with women than he did.

Nevertheless, since then, there had been a change in him that she had not expected: he had apparently regarded that incident as a turning point of some sort.

He began to speak not of his lineage but of their lineage, not of his heritage but of their heritage.

“From now on, I will be to you like an older brother,” he communicated to her proudly, looking down at her, having long been much taller than her, “I will protect you and surround you with the care a man should bestow on a woman.”

She accepted his words with joyful disbelief, feeling her heart flutter like a bird in her chest.

On more than one occasion, she had witnessed Aegon encouraging him to join him in a brothel – according to his older brother, only intercourse with the body of a mature, experienced woman could make him a real man.

It seemed to her that her cousin was inwardly torn listening to these words – some part of him clearly wanted to prove to Aegon that he could be as good a lover as he was, but on the other hand he dismissed him, saying that he was interested in the arts of war and sword, not old courtesans.

Occasionally he would glance at her out of the corner of his eye, as if the fact that she was listening to this exchange of words made him uncomfortable; then, for a moment, the thought would cross her mind that perhaps she was the reason he was refusing him.

She realised then that there was some kind of plan in his head, a vision of which she was also a part.

She craved it and was terrified of it at the same time.

She was not a mature woman, let alone an experienced one.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw with sadness that, compared to the other ladies of the court, she still looked like a child; the delicate outline of her breasts under her gown could not compare with the full, plump shapes of the other women's chests, as much as with their wide hips and coquettish smiles.

She didn't know what to do to make the change inside her happen faster, until one day she found out that transforming into a woman wasn't as pleasant and beautiful as it might seem.

“You are bleeding, my love,” Queen Alicent told her, trying to reassure her after she woke up, all sticky from the blood leaking from between her thighs, “your flower has blossomed. It means you are fertile and can become a mother. It's natural, although unpleasant.”

“When will it end?” She muttered, twisting in her seat, already dressed in clean smallclothes, filled inside with materials that were apparently meant to stop the bleeding.

“In a few days. But it will happen again in a month. It will continue to happen for years, as long as you and your future husband do not conceive a child.” The queen explained to her.

“For years?” She squirmed, feeling that something in that thought had broken her.

She did not know why she had cried that day, lying in her bed. She resented her father that neither he nor his second wife had warned her what the woman's fate was.

She did not know that she would feel painful spasms in her lower abdomen, she did not know that the warm, disgusting liquid would flow out of her again and again, making her uncomfortable.

She felt that there was no glory in it, no reason to be proud – on the contrary, for some reason she felt an overwhelming, deep shame.

She shuddered and covered herself more tightly with a fur when she heard the door to her chamber open – her cousin stepped inside without a word, striding towards her with his hands folded behind his back.

It was the first time he had come to her, rather than she to him.

“My congratulations.” He said, stopping beside her bed, looking at her with some kind of curiosity and satisfaction.

“I don't follow.” She mumbled, surprised by his choice of words.

“Fertility is a reason for every woman to be proud.” He stated, cocking his head to the side.

She lowered her gaze, realising that he knew what was happening to her.

“I didn't know it would be so painful.” She finally confessed, wondering if he would scold her for self-pity.

He, however, was silent for a long moment before speaking again.

“That's because you're not carrying a child inside you. When you become my wife, I will see to it that you no longer suffer.” He replied at last, struggling to remain calm – she had known him long enough, however, to know that he feared her reaction.

She looked at him with big eyes, feeling her heart pounding like mad.

What?

“What do you mean?” She muttered without thinking, even though she understood perfectly well what he was implying.

She just couldn't believe he'd said it out loud.

She saw that he swallowed hard, struggling to keep a stony face.

“Do you wish to marry someone else?” He asked, a hint of frustration in his voice that sent a cold shiver down her spine.

She shook her head quickly, horrified at his suggestion and the direction their conversation was going.

“N-no.” She mumbled.

“Good.” He said and turned away without another word, leaving her alone with his suggestion of what he truly desired.

Despite his words, he didn't try to kiss her for a second time; apparently his pride wouldn't allow him to ask again for something that, in his mind, was no more than a naïve female fantasy.

That he was incapable of expressing and showing his feelings openly, she had known for a long time; anything that might make him be seen as weak or naive was an unnecessary risk for him.

His older brother watched him closely, mocking and commenting aloud on any behaviour he found amusing and worthy of his attention.

To her cousin, the thought that he was constantly being watched, and thus could not afford to make a mistake, was completely petrifying.

This was the reason he avoided using words; it frightened him how many undertones and misunderstandings they involved, how easily he could destroy his reputation in the eyes of others with one ill-considered sentence.

She was then left with no choice but to use her intuition, carefully observing his subtlest gestures and glances to understand what he was trying to convey to her wordlessly. It was a difficult process, because he too often did not know what his needs really were and what they stemmed from.

“I don't want to strain you. We can discuss this chapter another time.” She said uncertainly, seeing that ever since she had crossed the threshold of his chamber his figure had tensed and his face expressed cold displeasure.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye in a way from which she felt a squeeze in her throat.

“If you want to leave, then do so.” He replied, making her blink in astonishment.

“I just want you to rest properly.” She muttered, playing with her fingers in a nervous gesture.

She felt around him like she was with her father, never knowing what would satisfy him.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked at last, forcing the words out with some strange difficulty, as if this thought had been weighing on his heart for a long time.

She swallowed hard, completely surprised by his question.

“No. I just… I just find it hard to comprehend what could possibly please you.” She choked out with difficulty, feeling ashamed at hearing how pathetic that sounded.

She thought he would laugh mockingly at her words, but his face was completely grave.

“Your kiss will please me.” He said with some kind of regret, as if he was suffering from having to ask her for it.

It hit her that he simply wanted reciprocation when, at the same time, she was afraid that if she offered it herself, he would consider it undignified behaviour on her part.

She sighed, trying to calm herself down and moved closer to him – she saw that he drew in air loudly through his nose, as if he was trying to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.

He shuddered as she took his face in her hands, exactly as he did then – her thumbs stroked his cheeks and he closed his eyelid for a moment, as if he felt relieved. She took advantage of the fact that he wasn't looking and leaned in, letting their lips join in a moist, soft kiss – he surprised her when he parted his mouth and gently deepened the caress, making his warm breath fill her throat.

She closed her eyes, for some reason not wanting to pull away from him – she let his fingers run through her long, loose hair, let his hands roam tentatively over the back of her head and neck, while their lips brushed and teased each other with the quiet, sticky clicks of their saliva.

Eventually they ran out of breath, so they broke the kiss, however, their foreheads remained pressed together.

“Leave, if you want to.” He whispered, clearly indicating that he had no intention of taking advantage of her in any way.

“I don't want to leave,” she mumbled, embarrassed by her own words, “I want to fall asleep by your side.”

“My mother would kill me.” He mumbled out, as if he was fighting the strenuous urge to succumb to her.

“Then I will leave. I don't want to be the reason for you two to disagree.” She said, stroking his cheek with her palm, trying to comfort him.

“No,” he breathed out, his fingers digging harder into the fabric of her robe at her back, “stay.”

So she stayed.

There was something naïve about the way they lay far apart on his bed, the way his hand grasped hers and squeezed it, as if he wanted to find out if it was really happening.

“Don't tell anyone.” He asked, a sort of childish desire in his eye, from which her heart filled with warmth.

“I won't.”

That night it seemed to her that he didn't fall asleep even for a moment – she felt his hand run over her fingers, over her shoulder, and when he was sure she was immersed in a dream, he smoothed her cheek with his thumb.

What surprised her was that every time he did this a warm, pleasant shiver ran through her body – she wished he would never stop, because this was the first time in her life she had felt so comforted by someone.

This event had changed him; clearly the realisation that she reciprocated his affection had emboldened him in some way.

When they finished their lessons, they often lay on his bed facing each other and talked, touching each other's hands, faces and hair at the same time. Her heart pounded like crazy as his fingers combed through her curls, as his hand closed around the back of her neck, massaging it gently.

“I like the way you smell,” he said once out of nowhere, surprising her completely, “and the fact that your skin is so pleasantly soft.”

She realised he was trying to offer her a compliment – the thought of the two of them taking a walk through the royal gardens or showing interest in each other in public filled him with embarrassment, however, he had clearly found that in the privacy of his chamber he was willing to give her something he was not offering anyone else.

His words.

She smiled broadly at his confession, feeling a pleasant warmth in her lower abdomen spilling over her insides like a wave.

“And I like your big hands,” she replied shyly, stroking the skin of his wrist with her fingers, “and your beautiful white hair.”

She saw that he swallowed loudly, and his lips tightened in an involuntary attempt to stop himself from showing any reaction to her words; nevertheless, his eye betrayed him – it grew large and full of something she understood perfectly.

He needed to hear that something of value could be seen in him too, including physically.

That he wasn't a cripple in her eyes.

The way he slowly leaned towards her, his lips that barely brushed hers in a gesture full of invitation, their hands that clasped in their hair seemed as natural to her as breathing – the caress of their lips was hotter and more intimate than they had ever been before, deep, filled with something she was yet to discover.

Kisses were a form of reward for them, but also some kind of consolation on difficult days; in this way, although they could not speak openly to each other about this subject, they gave each other a sense of mutual care.

Over time, although it carried a high risk of being caught, they took this caress beyond the thresholds of his room; it was enough for him to catch her in one of the less frequented corridors of the Red Keep for their brief – even rough on his side – exchange of words to end with his tongue invading between her plump lips.

He liked it when their tongues met and licked, because he was obviously aroused by how perverse and passionate it was; his healthy eye was closed when his body pressed hers against one of the cold stone walls, while their hot mouths melted together again and again.

It was a warm, wet experience, filled with their loud, raspy breaths, their hands tentatively trailing the silhouettes of their bodies, giving them only the promise of what they both desired.

In that moment, in some strange, chaotic way they were devouring each other.

Her cousin evidently believed that he did not need to explain or confess anything to her; no words of affection, if he had any for her, ever left his lips. On the contrary; as he grew taller and his physique grew stronger, so did his ego, and with it the impression that he could not afford to show what he thought was a mere feminine sentiments.

Perhaps this would have been the reason for her distress, had it not been for the fact that he paid more attention to her than to anyone else anyway; above all, to the despair of the other ladies of the court, she was the only person besides Criston Cole and members of his family with whom he spoke in public of his own free will.

He usually approached her when he had something to say to her and announced it to her as simply and quickly as possible – he would then stand erect in front of her with his hands folded behind his back and look off somewhere into the distance, glancing at her only occasionally, usually driven by mere curiosity.

“A wild dragon has been seen in the Vale regions lately.” He said to her one day, as she happened to be heading to his sister's chamber to help her change before supper. “He is said to be larger than Meleys.”

She blinked, feeling her heart begin to pound like mad – she looked around quickly, wanting to make sure no one had heard what he had said.

“Help me.” She whispered. “Please.”

Her cousin cocked his head and hummed, looking at her with his mouth formed in the shape of an o, as if he wanted to whistle in satisfaction.

He liked it when she begged.

“Hm. How can I be sure you won't use this dragon against me and my family one day?” He asked offhandedly, looking down at her, a kind of challenge in his voice.

She blinked, feeling cold discomfort in her chest at his words.

“I am your family.” She mumbled.

An uncomfortable silence fell between them – she could see in his gaze that he was thinking about something, at the same time unable to deny her words.

“We leave tomorrow, at dawn.” He finally communicated to her in boredom, leaving her bewildered.

“And the Queen and your grandfather? Do they know what you intend to do?” She asked, and he rolled his eye, clearly frustrated by her remark.

“Sheep don't understand the ways of dragons. It's beyond their comprehension.” He recognised with some kind of pride, from which she pressed her lips together to keep from expressing her disbelief.

Clearly something in the expression on her face must have betrayed her, for he looked at her suddenly with a piercing, watchful gaze, his jaw twitching in a reflex she knew well.

“Come to my chamber tonight.”

Just as she had done in their childhood days, to leave her rooms now she had to wait for the watch to change; only then would she slip out and take advantage of the moment to make her way down a dark, rarely used corridor through a side entrance to the prince's quarters.

She had no idea if anyone but her knew about it; presumably if they did, the guards thought the additional door remained locked. However, her cousin had left them open for her, and it was through these that she entered, stepping into his chamber, enveloped in the warm light of the fire.

She spotted his silhouette at once – he was sitting at the top of a long table, on which lay stacks of maps and letters, a thick, old volume in his hands.

When he heard her footsteps, he lifted a glance of his healthy eye to her, and then returned to his reading again, carelessly turning the page over.

She was not bothered by this; he was often in the habit of pretending not to see her at first. From her perspective, it was his attempt to cope with the fact that, although accustomed to solitude, he was hosting someone else in his private quarters.

She untied her cloak, placed it on one of the richly decorated oak chairs and, wearing nothing but her nightgown, took a slow, quiet step towards his bed. She knew she could do it, and that she was certain to stay with him anyway, so she simply lay back on the soft sheet and closed her eyes, listening to the pleasant sound of the sizzling fire.

For a moment, all she could hear was that and the rustle of pages being turned – the smell of him and the parchments pleasantly filled her nose, calming her.

The quiet creak of wood woke her from her half-sleep and she shuddered, opening her sleepy eyes – she spotted his silhouette heading lazily towards her. His hand rose to the belt of his tunic, undoing it with the quiet click of a buckle.

“Tomorrow. You must promise to obey me. Otherwise I will not fly with you.” He said calmly, looking at her with an expression on his face that pretended to show indifference.

“I will.” She said.

“Mm.” He hummed under his breath, finally pulling the leather material off his shoulders.

She made room for him and moved sideways on the bed as he sat on the edge of it and leaned over, pulling his boots off his feet. She watched wordlessly as he did the same a moment later with his eye patch, finally throwing it carelessly onto the stone floor. He sighed and hid his face in his hand, massaging the area around his scarred eye socket in some subconscious reflex.

Stress was causing discomfort to return to the left side of his face.

“You are in pain.” She whispered softly, raising herself up on her elbow.

He didn't reply, just swallowed hard and froze in stillness.

“Let me.” She insisted, and he finally looked at her and nodded.

She raised herself up on her knees and moved towards him, sitting down so that she could see his face. He looked at her silently with some kind of melancholy as her hands gently grasped his face and her thumbs began to massage his temples.

He immediately closed his eye and flinched as her thumbs moved over his brow arches and cheekbones – he twitched when she did it the first time, but relaxed more and more with each subsequent stroke, and his face took on an expression of relief.

“I wouldn't object if you did this to me all night.” He said quietly, his eyelid still closed. She smiled involuntarily at his words, running her fingers over his forehead, nose and cheeks, going back to the beginning – to his temples and brows.

“I can.” She said warmly, but he shook his head.

“We need to rest. Come. I want to sleep.”

She nodded and held out her hand to him, shifting back towards the middle of the bed – he moved obediently to follow her and literally fell into her arms, pressing his nose against the space between her breasts.

She wasn't sure if he was able to breathe in that position, but she could see that his chest was rising and falling, so she didn't comment on it, combing her fingers through his white hair.

She knew that he was hiding from the world now: he wanted to disappear for a while and simply not be, like a small, defenceless child.

The control that he, in his mind, had over his life had a high cost that he did not speak of – it superseded any of his other needs unrelated to survival and victory, whatever that victory would mean.

While it may have seemed complicated, in fact the truth was much simpler: he was tired. It wasn't so much a physical fatigue, however, but rather a spiritual one – the self-imposed compulsion to remain silent when he was still a child was something that kept him safe, but also imprisoned him in his own head.

She mused on this as she watched him in silence, playing with strands of his long hair, feeling his body grow loose in her embrace, the tips of his fingers wandering lazily over her bare arm, his eye remaining closed.

He craved her closeness, but in more ways than one; preferably ones he could see as safe in his mind.

Lying in her embrace was such; he could just lie there and let her stroke him, listening to the slow beat of her heart. He could smell her scent and feel the warmth of her body, hear her breathing, have her to himself and know that she would fall asleep with him.

It calmed him.

In the middle of the night, she was awakened by the touch of a familiar hand – when she opened her eyes, she was in the midst of darkness. Her cousin was still snuggled up against her body, and he was obviously convinced that she was deeply asleep – it was only because of this that he allowed his fingers to travel up to her breast and squeeze it gently, as if checking to see if it was as soft as he imagined.

She couldn't stop the hot shudder that ran through her body or the pulsing she felt deep between her thighs. Other than that, she didn't move; she felt him freeze for a while, but after a moment, when he recognised that she had reacted in her sleep, he went back to stroking her plump bosom with his fingers.

A soft, shaky breath escaped her lips, her hands tightened on his back, holding him close; she felt him flinch and he froze again, taking his hand quickly off her chest.

She heard him swallow hard as she grasped his wrist and, in a gentle, slow motion, placed his hand where it had been – her fingers intertwined with his, allowing him to sink into the softness of her flesh again.

She thought it was a very intimate experience, one from which her whole body grew hot and her cheeks lit up red. She closed her eyes, hearing both of them breathe a little louder, their bodies pressed tighter together, seeking closeness.

Her wordless consent apparently made him feel bold, because he leaned forward, closing his lips around her nipple, clearly visible under the thin material of her nightgown. Something between a moan of surprise and a sigh escaped her throat when she felt him begin to suck as if he were a baby – her fingers clenched on his hair, holding him close.

“– lēkia (big brother) –” She whispered and flinched as she felt something long and hard pulsate in his breeches, pushing against her thigh.

She didn't quite understand the purpose of what he was just doing, but it was pleasant; she thought perhaps it was one of the secrets Aegon had told him about the pleasures of the female body.

She kissed the top of his head as his hand slid down her waist, slipping uncertainly under her linen shirt to finally touch her bare knee.

She felt that something throbbed hard deep inside her, that something sticky ran down her buttock to the sheet beneath their bodies.

They both began to pant as his broad hand went higher up her thigh and then to her hip, squeezing it finally between his fingers.

She shuddered as his wrist slid lower, between her legs, and his hand immediately froze – exactly like her body – when he touched her moist, pulsing womanhood.

“May I?” He asked in a whisper, still snuggled into her chest, not daring to look at her.

“What… what do you want to do?” She answered question for question, unsure of how much she herself was ready for.

She heard him swallow hard, as if he was terrified of having to answer her out loud.

“I want to give you pleasure.”

She felt her heart pounding like mad under his cheek, her fingers gently stroking his head.

She wondered if she should say it.

“I'm afraid.”

He took his hand from between het thighs at her words.

“What are you afraid of? I would never hurt you.” He assured her with a kind of surprise and regret, as if he didn't believe he had to say it.

“It's such a… private place. I…”

“I didn't mean to rush you. Forgive me. Do not be afraid.” He whispered, his voice strangely soothing, as if he understood what she meant.

“I'm sorry.” She mumbled in shame, feeling that she had ruined something that could have changed everything between them.

Her cousin raised himself on his elbow to look at her, but her big, red eyes made him freeze.

“Daor, hāedar (no, little sister). Gaomagon limagon daor (do not cry).” He said in a quiet, melodious tone, his large hand gently cupping her hot cheek.

“It was happening so fast. Your hand…”

She didn't finish as he leaned over her and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. They stayed like that for a while without separating their bodies, her fingers grasping his, holding him close.

When he finally pulled away from her, his gaze was calm.

“I should have prepared you better. Explain what I want to do.” He said with a kind of weariness from which she felt a squeeze in her throat.

It was the first time he had spoken openly.

“Can you explain it to me now? So that I understand?” She asked, and he swallowed loudly, lowering his gaze for a moment.

He began to play with the material of her nightgown between his fingers, apparently struggling to find the right words to describe his desires.

“The source of a woman's pleasure, from what I understood from my brother's babble, is deep between her thighs. It is hidden there and must be found and caressed for a woman to achieve fulfilment.” He choked out finally, looking at her womb and hips, now hidden again under her shirt.

She twisted in her place, intrigued.

“The ladies of the court say that a man's tongue down there can perform wonders. But I don't know what they meant by that.” She said lightly.

She saw that he looked at her in shock, his nostrils twitched in a deep breath.

“You've heard about it too. From whom?” She asked amused.

He grunted and shrugged his shoulders, turning his head in the opposite direction.

“Aegon likes to brag about what he does to his whores and servants.” He muttered, feigning indifference, but his breathing, deep and uneven, betrayed him.

“Would you like to try it? That tongue thing.” He suggested suddenly, glancing in her direction out of the corner of his eye.

She drew in a loud breath, twisting in her place again, feeling her womanhood swell suddenly and pulsate around nothing at the very thought.

His mouth, down there.

“Doesn't it disgust you?” She mumbled in shame.

“You took a bath before you came to me, didn't you?”

“…I did.” She admitted, looking at him with wide eyes.

“So I can try. To satisfy our curiosity.” He proposed, apparently wanting to find any justification for what he wanted to do.

She nodded, feeling her heart in her throat, her stomach no longer filled with fear but with pure, hot excitement.

“If you don't like it, say so. I don't want to force you.” She said in a voice breaking with tension, watching in disbelief as he moved down, kneeling between her legs.

He threw her a meaningful look, in which she saw some kind of mockery.

“As if it's easy to force me to do anything against my will. Who do you think I am?” He asked with a wince, a slow, lazy movement of his hand lifting the material of her nightgown above her hips.

She had never been so exposed to anyone before in her life; she had to turn her gaze away to avoid looking at it and closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing. Her hands tightened on the pillow on each side of her head when she felt him gently take her thighs in his rough hands and spread them slightly apart.

For a moment nothing happened; she thought he was just looking at her, or rather at what was between her legs. She sighed and flinched, surprised when his thumb ran down the length of her opening, apparently wanting to collect what had managed to leak out of her.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked uncertainly, clearly not understanding if her reaction was due to discomfort or not.

She shook her head quickly, looking up at him only to close her eyes again a moment later, overwhelmed by the helpless position she had just found herself in.

She was at his mercy.

He won't hurt me, she assured herself in spirit.

He promised me that, and he is a man of his word.

This thought calmed her.

Her heart thumped harder in her chest when she heard the bed creak loudly under the weight of his body, and then his hot breath enveloped her throbbing womanhood – a quiet moan of surprise broke from her throat when she felt his slick tongue run over her flesh, causing an aggressive shiver to pass down her spine.

She didn't have time to calm down after that first, shocking sensation, and his tongue again clung to her smooth, dripping cunt, licking it like a cat drinking milk – her hands involuntarily reached into his hair and clenched on it, her hips made a motion forward as if trying to sink into his face.

“– oh – yes –” She breathed out, but it seemed to her that this voice was not her own, its tones squeaky and girlish, full of surprise.

She thought her body was on fire, arching as it rocked to the rhythm of his caresses – she heard him sigh, obviously feeling her wetness begin to run down her buttocks. His lips closed gently around the sweet spot she felt most strongly and began to suck, making her cry out loudly, throwing her head back.

“– Aemond –” She whined out pleadingly, though she didn't know what she was really asking for – all she could hear and feel were the wet sounds of slurping and licking, lazy and unhurried, full of a thoroughness that drove her mad.

As she glanced down at him, for some reason wanting to see him now, she noticed that his eyelid was closed and he was completely absorbed in his task – his head was moving back and forth, disappearing again and again deep between her thighs.

It felt like a bolt of lightning pierced her lower abdomen when she felt his tongue burst inside her body and begin to thrust between her fleshy, hot walls.

“– g-gods – gods, oh, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, brother, here, right here, yes –” She begged, completely losing touch with reality, feeling nothing but overwhelming pleasure as again and again the tip of his tongue teased a spot deep inside her, from which the tension in her loins became unbearable.

She felt that some sort of peak was approaching, that if it lasted even a moment longer, her poor womanhood would simply explode.

“– ah! –” She almost screamed out in pleasure as a convulsion shook her body – she threw her head back, feeling a wonderful, overpowering, tickling wave of heat spread across her insides, flowing through her mouth, her breasts, her belly, down to her throbbing, leaking cunt.

She panted for a moment longer, wishing the feeling would never go away, until she froze powerless, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. She only looked up at him when she heard the quiet rustling of fabric, followed by quick, rhythmic, sticky splats – before she could make any sound his mouth was on hers, tasting foreign, salty and sweet at the same time.

She moaned into his throat, surprised when she felt something warm and long rub against her womanhood again and again – at first she was frightened that he craved fulfillment inside her, but contrary to her assumption, he did not try to take her. He caressed himself with his hand, squeezing his manhood at the very root, teasing its smooth tip by running it over her moist, oversensitive slit.

She murmured contentedly, sinking her hands into his long hair, letting it fall lightly against her body. Knowing that he was balancing on one hand and just giving himself pleasure with the other, she decided to help him achieve satisfaction, exactly as he had helped her.

He looked at her with his mouth wide open, breaking the kiss for a moment when he saw her slide her nightgown off her shoulders, revealing the fullness of her breasts to him. He closed his eyes and gave her a quiet little moan as she lifted his shirt up, exposing his chest, and with a gesture of her arms, encouraged him to let their bare skin touch.

“– hāedar – mmm –” He breathed out into her mouth, sliding his tongue deep into her throat, his free hand grasping her breast so that with every movement of his hips her nipple rubbed against his chest.

Her body was all flushed from what she had experienced with him earlier, and his uncontrollable, almost animalistic movements were giving her some strange kind of pleasure. She knew he didn't want to take advantage of her – on the contrary, he no longer knew what to do with the tension he himself felt in his loins and was looking for a way to take her while not depriving her of what should not yet be his.

She didn't know what he thought of it, but she let her hands roam over his bare neck and down his back under his shirt, to his exposed buttocks from which he had slipped his breeches off. His body twitched each time her fingers explored a new region of his skin that no one but himself had ever seen or felt before – the slaps of his hand became faster and harsher, his breath heavy in her throat, the bed on which they lay began to creak loudly under their weight.

And then suddenly he made a sound of strange relief, as if he had sighed deeply and was about to cry – she squealed quietly, surprised to feel something warm and sticky spill over her abdomen and thighs, realising after a moment that it was his seed.

His body fell inertly on top of her, as if what he had done had cost him all the strength he had left, and he drew in deep breath, apparently trying to calm himself. She felt his heart pounding hard in his chest, pressed tightly against hers – his manhood, still twitching and pulsing, now lying between his body and hers, was nestled against her stomach.

She stroked his hair and his back, cuddling her cheek into his temple, trying to calm down with him and comprehend what had really happened: their bodies were hot and wet with sweat, she felt a drop of it run down her spine.

She had never been more exposed, but she had also never felt more safe.

She wasn't sure if she should say anything – she really wanted to, however, she feared that the barrage of words that would flow from her mouth would simply overwhelm him after what had happened.

She suspected that, like her, her cousin was in a state of some sort of shock.

She blinked and shuddered when she suddenly heard his voice near her ear.

“Forgive me.”

She swallowed hard, feeling discomfort at the words, for some reason filled with guilt and resignation.

“What should I forgive you for?” She asked in a whisper, looking uncertainly in his direction.

Their eyes met.

“I was supposed to protect you. I didn't keep my word.” He said finally, startling her completely.

“You can't protect me from lust. You can only make it a pleasurable experience for me, in your strong, safe arms.” She replied with a kind of conviction that evidently impressed him, for he remained silent for a long time, looking at her with wide-open eye.

“You don't resent me?” He muttered, and she shook her head, smiling for some reason.

“No. I am happy that we are discovering these fascinating mysteries together. I could not imagine a more beloved and trusted companion for this journey.” She whispered, and he snorted, but she noticed in the darkness of the chamber that the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Let's sleep.”

Aemond

When he woke up, the sun had not yet risen on the horizon – he always got up before dawn. The order of his day was predetermined and he didn't like anything to change his plans. First he would eat his morning meal, preferably one that would give him energy before sparring. Then he would move on to training his body, spending long hours in the courtyard with a sword in hand.

When this was behind him, he would take a nice hot bath in the privacy of his chamber, spending the rest of the day delving into old, thick tomes that smelled of dust. He was not fond of suppers with his family, for they bored him and were a time of mere, even simpering courtesy which he did not understand, he endured them, however, because he could then look at her in peace.

As in their childhood, she was sitting in exactly the same place now – opposite him, at the side of his sister Helaena, at the very end of the table.

To their right sat only Daeron.

Helaena was fond of her, because their cousin understood and respected her barriers. It was something he himself deeply valued in her – the fact that she could watch someone carefully and knew the boundaries she could not cross.

It made him, as well as his sister, enjoy being in her company – they knew they would not be surprised in an unpleasant way or put in a situation that would be uncomfortable for them.

In the case of her and Helaena, a sincere, warm friendship had grown between them over the years; he didn't mind this turn of events because he knew that his cousin didn't gossip about his sister with the other ladies of the court and that she kept her secrets, like his, deep in her heart.

He, of course, was not such a fool as to share his worries or thoughts with her, however, he would be lying if he said that he did not enjoy speaking with her, though he usually tried to give that impression.

“Will you stand to fight in a tournament in honour of our king's Name Day?” She asked him, putting her bow and arrows back in place while he sharpened his dagger, which he always carried with him.

Ever since she managed to tame Sheepstealer she has been more brazen than usual.

“Do you want to annoy me?” He answered dryly with a question to a question, not even looking at her despite his overwhelming desire to do so – her familiar scent reached his nose, making his manhood pulsate softly in his breeches.

His tongue swirling around her hard nipple, his two long fingers thrusting deep into her throbbing, hot cunt, all leaking with desire.

He felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine and he swallowed hard, trying to keep a stony face.

He heard her laugh behind him.

“No, but my wreath will have to fall to someone else. Pity. Perhaps I'll give my blessing to your uncle.” She said lightly, and he struggled to hold back the grimace of displeasure that pressed against his lips.

Gwayne was fond of her, and his affection was reciprocated – when he came to the Red Keep to visit his father and sister, he often chatted with her during supper and teased her in ways that drove him mad.

Usually, however, one sharp look from him over the table in her direction was enough for his cousin to turn to Helaena and pay no further attention to his uncle.

“Do what you want.” He burbled coldly, and she sighed heavily.

“Just don't be surprised.” She said disapprovingly, but before he had time to answer her anything she turned and disappeared into the depths of the castle, leaving him with her words and the discomfort he felt in his heart.

Did she really have to give anyone that fucking wreath?

On the other hand, what would it look like if she refused to give it to anyone?

What would his mother have said?

Whether he wanted to or not, he had to watch the next day as his uncle, proud in his armor, sat on his gray steed, holding aloft his lance, on which his cousin had placed a wreath of field flowers.

He looked ahead as she sat back between him and his sister, pretending not to feel how she pressed her arm against his. His gaze involuntarily fled to the side, to her hand, when he felt her little finger brush over his.

He swallowed hard and crossed his legs, shocked that this public expression of intimacy aroused him.

Did the people sitting behind them see it?

Rumors about the nature of their relationship had been spreading around King's Landing for years anyway.

His fingers involuntarily began to pluck the cuticles around his fingernails in some subconscious, nervous gesture full of excitement, the source of which he did not understand.

That night he took her for the first time.

At the beginning, it was simply a coupling similar to others they had experienced so far, but more fiery and loud, full of his frustrations and her assurances that she was faithful to him.

But then, instead of just rubbing his long manhood against the space between her thighs as usual, he decided to experience the warmth that was hidden deep inside her.

“– now I will receive my wreath – the only one that matters –” He exhaled into her ear, involuntarily pushing the tip of his length, swollen with pain and desire, against her moist, pulsing opening.

She let out a moan full of surprise and effort, her nails digging into the bare skin of his back.

“– Aemond – we can't – we can't –” She mewled and gasped as she felt that with a steady, slow thrusts he began to force his way into her hot, fleshy interior.

“– fuck –” He mouthed, feeling his heart pounding like mad, thinking that he shouldn't be doing this, but he had to, because he couldn't bear it any longer.

“– just let me –” He asked in a breaking voice, and she complied with his request.

She stared at him with her mouth wide open, trying to catch her breath as he began to move inside her, sinking deeper and deeper into her body with each deep push.

He pressed his forehead against hers, panting along with her, and stroked her sweaty cheek, looking at her with desperation, wordlessly asking her for forgiveness.

He expected it to be pleasurable, but didn't know it would be that much – her insides were warm and moist, enveloping his manhood on all sides, while squeezing him so tightly that he had trouble taking a deeper breath.

He had the impression that he was in some kind of trance, and the sounds that left their throats were not their own – their moans were high-pitched, similar to crying, her fingers clenched on his buttocks, her hips seeking rhythm with his thrusts, rocking back and forth.

“– I need this – do you understand? – I need you –” He mumbled in pain, imposing a faster, sharper pace on her, finally filling her completely.

His hips pounded against her buttocks with loud, wet splats, her moist, hot walls throbbing around his manhood, clenching against it in a way from which he felt like howling with pleasure.

“– here – please, here, brother –” She sobbed, arching her back so that the entirety of his manhood brushed against the upper wall inside her hot, spasming cunt.

“– here? – here it feels good? –” He panted with excitement, grabbing her hips in his hands, deliberately teasing the area she had showed him now – she threw her head back, her girlish cries of pleasure had to be enough of an answer for him.

“– yes – g-gods – ah –” She whimpered out, clearly experiencing it as extremely as he was, wriggling under him in pure ecstasy.

He just stared at her as his thumb ran over her swollen, plump lower lip, as her breasts bounced lightly with each of his deep, sharp stabs, until he finally felt what he so craved approaching.

An almost animalistic sound of relief came from his throat as he reached his peak inside her – he heard her sweet sound of pleasure and felt the shudder that shook her whole body, her leaking womanhood squeezing his cock greedily, sucking his seed deep inside her.

He collapsed on top of her and snuggled into her warm, sweaty skin, letting their arms embrace their figures tightly. They were both panting and quivering, feeling each other more than ever, wanting to stay that way.

As one.

He had promised himself, however, that he would never beget a bastard, and having his cousin drink moon tea was not an option for him.

He was not going to kill his own blood, his own heritage, his own child.

Then he decided that the time had come.

“Marry me.”

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Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 9

Summary - pretty sure you can guess from the warnings below ;) Can be read as a standalone if you just want smut.

Warnings - filthy smut, minors DNI PLEASE. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex both m! and f! receiving, blowjob, fingering, squirting, cockwarming, anal sex, swearing, dirty talk.

A/N - THANK YOU so much if you're still following this story. I'm so so happy with how it turned out and I had so much fun writing the never ending smut in this chapter.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

6K+ words!

That night was the last time you saw Lando in person. You'd went into it with nerves, fear even, but you left feeling lighter, hopeful. Even though he hurt you, so much, you always knew a part of you could never hate him, but rather always love him, and to somewhat have him back in your life was the best feeling you'd had in recent months, so you'd take it.

Lando was busy preparing for the new season, training camps, assessments, sponsor events, and so he was hardly home in the last couple of weeks, only dropping in for a day or two here and there, never getting the chance to meet up since you yourself were busy prepping, but you were content with how things were at the minute. You'd kept in touch, more so than you'd initially hoped so, but things were going well. Texting through the day, Facetimes almost every other night, talking about everything and nothing. You could see Lando was still reserved, not wanting to push boundaries and make you uncomfortable, for which you were grateful. Things were slowly sliding into place, and you were here for it. Each time you saw his face on your screen, butterflies re-ignited in your stomach, heat crawling through your body whenever he gave you a dimpled-smile, and not to mention how your cunt throbbed for him when he'd called you after his assessment, sweat dripping off his body.

It was the Friday before pre-season testing started next week, so that only meant one thing - a final hurrah at Jimmyz to close in the winter break with all of your close friends, work related and non-work related.

Lando was still in the UK, he was only flying home to Monaco this weekend to pack and then head off to Bahrain. which is where you knew you'd see him again. But as you were getting ready, your phone buzzed with a message from him.

''Flying back home, see you tonight at Jimmyz?''

Your heart pounded. Yes you fucking wanted to see him, but still, a part of you was nervous, shy almost because things were slowly falling into place and it was only a matter of time until there was a shift between the two of you. It suddenly felt like your crush was texting you as a blush crept up your neck and face. But before you could reply, another message came through.

''If you want, I know you'll be there but I can skip it if you're not..ready..no pressure :)''

You smiled to yourself, quickly typing out your response.

''Relax Lan, of course I want you there..can't wait to see you x''

You knew him so well you practically heard him let out a breath somewhere.

Sliding into your white satin dress for the evening, you touched up on your hair and makeup, look finished with a pair of stunning heels. It had been a long time since you've felt this good getting all dressed up, and it may or may not be due to a certain someone.

The night started off well, mingling and dancing, downing drinks like there was no tomorrow, but it wasn't long until you were getting ants in your pants, waiting patiently for Lando to show up. You eyes were scanning the crowds every few minutes, each time disappointing you more and more. You weren't mad, no. Just desperate.

''He's on the way'' George leaned in and whispered in you ear at one point as you tried to straighten your face and not be affected by him telling you that. You responded by downing the little of his drink that was left, walking off and hearing him laugh to himself.

You were currently at the bar, chatting to Carmen when you saw him over her shoulder, greeting fellow drivers but mind obviously somewhere else - looking around until his eyes finally landed on yours, biggest smile gracing his face.

The man looked delicious, if you could say that. He had on a pair of jeans with a black button up, obviously only literally half of the buttons were actually done up, revealing his broad chest and a silver necklace, with a backward cap, a few curls sticking out here and there. You gawked at him as he walked up to you, a heat creeping up your neck as you saw his eyes shamelessly roam your body, spending a few seconds too long on your cleavage, that was barely contained with the dress you were wearing.

Carmen realized the reason for your ''zoning out'' so she not so subtly slid away, leaving an empty spot for Lando.

Finally, he was within touching distance, the smell of his perfume over taking your senses. You legs felt like jelly, suddenly not knowing how to act in front of him, what to say, but you couldn't help but let out a chuckle when his eyes once again landed on your boobs. A deer caught in headlights, his eyes snapped up back to yours as he smiled again, biting his lip.

''Sorry, hi'' he said, leaning in to wrap his arms around you as you did the same. Your whole body was tingling, electricity waking up your nerves. You mentally cursed yourself for being this shy. Lando had seen every inch of you before, the good, the bad, physically and mentally. And vise versa - you'd seen every inch of him. He held you close, tight, and you felt him take a big breath in as he nuzzled his face in your hair. His arms felt strong around you, caging you in and holding you impossibly close against his body.

The next 30 minutes were spent chatting, flirting, touching, the alcohol in both your systems coming to the surface. And it wasn't long until you were on the dance floor with your friends, your ass grinding against his front as his hands roamed your body.

Yes things have gotten from 0 to 100 far too quickly, but you didn't care. You need him. And from the way he was leaving wet kisses down your jaw, he needed you just as much.

You tried to stay put for as long as possible, not give in to you desperation, but when Lando turned your body around to face his, the look in his eyes told you everything.

''Please'' you whispered, not knowing if he'd even hear you but you were pretty sure you were on the same page. That was all Lando needed to hear though.

Before you knew it he was roughly pulling you behind him in the direction of the bathroom, his hands holding yours so tight as if he was afraid you'd change your mind.

Lando opened the door, roughly pushing you inside, locking it. And within seconds he was cupping your face, lips crashing into yours. You were like animals, starved. The kiss was hungry, messy, sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. You won when he took a breath, sliding your tongue across his bottom lip and slipping into his mouth. The first taste you got of him had you whimpering, legs like jelly again because you'd wished for this moment to happen again for months. Lando's hold on your face should have hurt, but it felt anything but that, if anything, it turned you on even more. It almost felt like a claim. A claim he had on you.

You pulled back for air, letting Lando's mouth roam down to your neck, sucking and biting at your sweets spots that he remembered so well while your hands found his head, pulling his cap off and finding his hair, pulling and tugging on it as his tongue soothed over the bruises for tomorrow. His hands slid down to your legs, creeping under your dress as he slowly pulled it up over your thighs.

''This ok?'' he asked, breathless.

''Mm, more than'' you said, pulling his face up back to your for another dirty kiss, letting his tongue into your mouth this time while his hands traveled closer and closer to your throbbing pussy.

Lando pulled back when he realized you weren't wearing any panties, his fingers coming into contact with your sticky juices. His voice sounded raw, hoarse, ''No panties? Should have known'' he said, smirking.

You were about to bite back, but your words got caught in your throat when he quickly thrust two fingers through your hole, deep and hard sending you into a series a moans, biting down on his neck.

His pace was relentless, adding a third finger and repeatedly hitting against your G-spot as you clung onto him for life, not trusting yourself to hold yourself up.

''Fuck, Lando, right there'' you moaned again, already feeling an impending orgasm building up.

''So tight baby, takes me so well'' he whispered in your ear before biting down at it.

''M'close'' you mumbled, concentrating on the way his fingers expertly slid in and out of you, almost to the beat of the muffled music, and before you knew it you were shuddering in his arms, coating his fingers in your milky cum as he slowed his movements, riding you through your orgasm as gasps of air left your mouth.

Lando pulled his fingers out, eyes trained on yours as licked them clean, eyes closing when he got a taste of you while you watched on with hooded eyes, chest heaving.

Time stood still for a couple of moments, the both of you coming to terms of what just happened and what was to inevitably happen next.

You took a few seconds to take Lando in. Your fingers tracing his perfectly contoured jaw, his stubble grazing against you. His own fingers traced the curve of your lips ever so softly, stark contrast to how rough he was just a few minutes ago.

''Ýou okay?'' he asked softly, suddenly worried he'd gone too far.

You quickly nodded your head. ''I am, but..I need more. Please take me home Lan'' you said confidently, because it's what you wanted.

His whole demeanor changed. Worried look disappearing from his face, eyes darkening, his hold on you tighter.

''Yeah?''

''Please''

The next few minutes were a blur. The both of you rushing out of the club, ordering a taxi, you practically on his lap in the back seat as he kissed you senseless, tongues lapping each other.

The uber driver eventually had to clear his throat when you'd arrived at Lando's, and you were sure to leave a generous tip before Lando literally carried you out of the car, throwing you over his shoulder as he practically ran to the elevator.

He put you down before pushing you back to the wall, gently cupping your face as he brought his down to yours for yet another kiss. It was slower this time, so much more meaningful, but still deep and sloppy.

Next thing you knew you were being pushed into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind you as he picked you up again, sprinted to his room and throwing you down on the bed, ripping your dress apart in his hands as you gasped with shock.

''Lando!'' you shrieked, but the look in his eyes was that of a man on a mission. He was ready to devour you and you were so ready for it.

''You look better without it'' he said, eyes trained on your bare boobs, nipples hardening with the cool air.

You watched as he pulled back, unbuttoning his own shirt and discarding his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

Before he hovered over you, he had to ask again. ''Are you sure? We can pause if this is too much'' he said.

''I'm sure Lan. I need you so fucking bad right now. Please'' you begged, for the thousandth time tonight.

''I need you too baby. Gonna make you feel so good ok..?'' he said as you nodded in agreement, body tinging with anticipation.

He leaned down to catch your lips again while his hands found your breasts. His touch had you gasping through the kiss, back arching off the bed as he rolled your peaked nipples through his fingers harshly, lowering his head further until he was level with them.

One of his hands reached up, tapping two fingers at your lips to allow you to slide them in, while his own lips closed around your left nipple, sucking on it harshly before soothing over it with his tongue. Your own tongue, was sucking on his fingers, teeth grazing over them every now and then, responding to the overdrive Lando was sending you body into.

You could feel his thick girth through his boxers, a wet patch forming against your stomach as you tried to use your legs to rid him of his briefs, but he was quick to pull back, fingers still pressing into your mouth.

''Patience love, or the night will end before it even begins'' he said, voice stern and hoarse.

''Need more'' you barely mumbled as he removed his fingers from your mouth, a string of your spit still connected to them as he circled them around your nipples, bottom lip between his teeth.

He lowered his hands down your torso, edging closer and closer to you cunt when suddenly he pulled back, completely removed himself from on top of you.

''Why, what are you doi-''

''Touch yourself'' he said, sternly.

''What?'' you asked again, stumped, as he stood back up and rid himself of his boxers. You couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as his cock bounced against his stomach, rock hard, throbbing.

''Lando?'' you questioned when you finally found your words again.

He walked over to his bedside cupboard, fishing out bottle of lube before settling on a couch that was in the corner of his room, a smirk on his face.

''You heard me'' he said, squeezing some lube onto his hand before returning it to his cock, sliding it up and down. ''Wanna watch you get off yourself first''

You let out a sigh as you collapsed back onto the bed, frustrated, turned on, everything. The man was slowly killing you.

''Baby'' he called out, the nickname catching you off guard at the difference in his tone. It was softer this time.

You leaned on your elbows, looking up at him, gauging his reaction to see if he was actually serious, and the look on his face did in fact tell you so.

''Need some lube?'' he asked as your one hand squeeze a boob, while the other slowly made it way down your body.

''No, I'm like fucking Niagra falls right now'' you pressed, sending a smirk his way as his hands quickened on himself.

You finally reached your cunt, sliding your fingers through your dripping folds as you closed your eyes and imagined that it was Lando who was touching you. You thought about his calloused fingers, rough, pressing through your slit before circling at your clit, pinching and pulling at it. Your actions had you let out a whimper, while Lando's own moans left his mouth at the sight in front of him.

You, splayed out on his bed, naked, wet, touching yourself, his name leaving your lips as you finally slid two fingers through your cunt. ''That's it baby, fuck yourself'' he edged you on.

Your walls clenched around your fingers tightly as you set a quick pace, thrusting them in and out, adding a third finger as well. You always needed a good stretch before you had Lando's cock.

''Lan.. I need-fuck, uh'' you whimpered some more, short gasps leaving your body as you felt your orgasm approaching. You managed to open your eyes, look down at Lando who's eyes were fixated on you, his hands moving ridiculously quickly over himself. ''Go on baby, stretch yourself out for me, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you 'til you can't walk?'' he barely managed to say between breaths.

His words were quick to send you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came a hot sticky liquid allover your fingers, crying out Lando's name as you shivered. You don't know how you got the energy, but you somehow mustered some to get up and practically crawl off the bed and down to the floor or reach Lando on the couch, wasting to time in replacing his hands with your mouth as you took him in, sucking hard before deep throating him.

''Huh, fucking hell Y/N'' he stuttered, hands pushing your hair out of your face as he lifted his hips slightly, fucking his dick into your mouth for all of ten seconds before spilling his cum, warm and milky down your throat, screams of your name leaving his own lips.

You pulled back when you sucked him dry, the both of you breathless, chests heaving. Lando looked down at you, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips, contrary to the look he had on not 30 seconds ago. You were a mess.

A complete mess. On your knees, between his legs, his slick juices in your disheveled hair, his cum on your face, dripping down to your thighs, as you let your fingers scoop some up, bringing them to your mouth to suck on, all while looking up at him like a sight for sore eyes.

He reached a hand down to cup your face. ''So fucking dirty, but so fucking incredible'' he mumbled, latching his lips to yours for a slow kiss. ''Think you're ready for me?'' he asked.

You stood up and straddled hi slap, already feeling him growing hard again as your ground yourself down.

''Always'' you said, leaving wet kisses all over his face before eventually moving down to his neck.

His damn thick neck.

Besides his dick, and his hair, and his smile, okay and his eyes, his neck was one of your favorite parts of his body.

You clawed at his neck, nails dragging against his skin as you it down and suckled on random spots, Lando letting out a series of groans, his hands digging into your hips.

''Y/N, no marks. test-fuck. Testing next week'' he mumbled as he bought your face up to kiss you again.

You lifted yourself to your knees, reaching down to take his cock into your hand, pumping him before sliding it through your slick folds. ''Let me ride you?'' you asked, desperately, your pussy clenching around nothing but the feel of him at your entrance.

Lando didn't answer, instead to replaced your hands with his own, his other still at your waist, pushing you to sit down on him with no warning, bottoming out.

You gasped at the intrusion, his thick girth stretching you out perfectly but painfully so, your faces inches away from each others, breaths mingling. Lando's breath cooling your face as he spoke. ''You're so fucking tight'' he said as you braced your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up, almost so was fully out of you, before ramming yourself down again, an obscene moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

Lando's head fell back on the sofa, eyes shut and mouth taking deep breaths as you set a relentless pace, slamming yourself up and down his shaft, and with the quick pace you were going, yes it felt bloody amazing but there were sharp pains shooting through your body. You didn't care though, all you knew was that you were right where you were meant to be.

''Lando, fuck, please. Oh god'' you mewled as whimpers, guttural moans left your body, Lando's own matching yours. The only sounds in the room were those of your pornographic groans and skin slapping against skin.

In no time you felt the warmth in your stomach, each movement of yours becoming sloppy by the second, so much so that Lando had to jolt up and fuck himself in and out of you, all while holding your jelly-like body up.

''You feel fucking amazing baby, doing so good f'me. Gonna cum? Then let me take you from behind?'' he said between bated breaths, while you bit down on his shoulder, nodding your head though you weren't even sure if he got your response.

His words though traveled straight down to your cunt, your body trembling in his arms as you came, hard, with a lewd moan of his name, clenching you walls tightly around his throbbing dick.

Lando sat back again and looked down to see his cock coated with your juices, quickly giving him enough adrenaline and energy to stand up, with you in his arms, dick still buried deep within you, and walk over to the bed, flop you both down so now he was hovering about you, setting his own pace of thrusting in and out continuously, ploughing in and out as his mouth latched on to you nipple harshly.

Your mind was blank, the only sense you had was that of Lando's actions, unable to speak, unable to even let out any moans, rather just short gasps for air as you wrapped your legs around his body, tight as possible, hands pulling at his hair painfully.

''Uhhh fuck baby you feel so good, too good, letting me fuck you like this. You like it?'' he asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

''Fuck-fuck me more. Harder, please'' you pleaded with him.

By now he was like a machine on autopilot. Your bodied moving together like this was all you did all day everyday, perfectly in sync, making a mess of one another.

Sheets of sweat were slowly coating your bodies, sticking to each other in the best ways possible.

Lando knew your body inside out. He knew you were close. You just needed that edge to push you over, and so when he brought his hand down to your clit, barely flicking over it, and you were a mess again.

Body shaking violently in his arms as you released your juices all over his cock again, stars in your eyes, but suddenly it all stopped. He'd pulled out. You opened your eyes, and before you could comprehend what was happening, Lando's tongue was on you.

He was lapping against your pussy, sucking up and swallowing your release while holding your folds open with his fingers. His tongue was hot against you, your back arching off the bed as he repeatedly slid it through your hole.

''Lan I can't! Too much, shit'' you hissed, body already beginning to tremble again.

He pulled back. Lower face of his face messy, dripping, with you. ''Want me to stop?'' he asked, very well knowing your answer.

A blush crept up on your face, because no, you didn't want him to fucking stop. You quickly covered your face with your hands as you said ''no'' but Lando was quicker to stop your movements.

''Don't ever hide your face from me. I want all of you baby'' he said softly, and not waiting for an answer before diving back to your cunt, licking over and over your clit, rolling it between his lips before biting down on it.

Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you came yet again, you'd honestly lost count of the times of times he'd made you orgasm tonight. But you weren't complaining. You were somewhat surprised at how he was holding on. Yeah, he had the stamina of a fucking bull, but still. He rode you through the orgasm, slowing his movements and being ever so gentle with you.

It wasn't until he rammed into you again with no warning, the both of you grunting at the feeling, his cock throbbing, twitching uncontrollably inside of you as he set another quick pace, clearly chasing his own high now.

''Baby, fuck, I've missed your pretty pussy so much. Gonna fuck you every day for the rest of our lives, stretch your little cunt up and make you mine'' he hissed, spit flying through his mouth as he spoke.

You, for one, were long gone. Too fucked out to react. All you could do was watch, adore him from underneath him, and thank the heavens for putting the two of you together like this. A single tear slid down your face at his words, and he was quick to lean down, take the tear into his mouth as his movements started faltering, barely able to hold himself up now.

''Where do you want it?'' he asked, voice raspy as he was on the precipice of letting go.

''In me!'' you found your voice, all but screaming it out because you needed to feel him fill you up.

And not ten seconds later, you were sent one way, while Lando was emptying his seed deep within you, warm, milky, sheets of cum literally filling you to the brink as both of your bodies shuddering and whimpered in each others arms.

Lando let his weight fall on top of you, both of you panting, chests heaving, bodies shivering from the cool air settling on your sweat.

You wrapped your arms around him, leaving tiny kisses on his neck/shoulder as he continued to tale deep breaths in your neck.

His next words shook you to your core.

''I love you'' every so softly, almost as if he were afraid you'd actually hear what he said.

When you didn't respond, he pulled back, his eyes met with your tear-clad eyes. You cupped his face, running a finger through his bottom lip.

''I love you too Lan, more than anything'' you said.

He smiled, the first proper smile since he'd first laid his eyes on you tonight. No dark, lustful eyes, but just those of love and admiration.

You pulled him down, kissing him for the thousandth time as he softened inside of you.

Eventually though, you both got so cold, so he pulled out, making you wince at the loss of contact before disappearing into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up.

You watched with hooded eyes as he returned, and for a split second the darkness returned to his eyes.

Dick half hard (already!) he gently pushed the mixture of cum that was dripping out of your cunt back in, before pulling out, leaning down and licked a hot strip up your slit. You were already numb down there, so hardly even reacted to his motives, but you continued watching him, mouth agape as he leaned down to you and let the cum drip down into your own mouth, before letting his tongue slide in to tangle with yours.

After a few minutes of coming back to earth, he cleaned you up, properly this time, before pulling the covers up, spooning you tightly from behind and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt his dick twitch against your ass, Lando shifting behind you, letting out a stifled groan. You couldn't help but giggle. Man really had stamina tonight.

''I'm all yours Lan'' you mumbled sleepily, knowing he'd catch on as it was something that you'd done all too well before.

''Fucking hell. You sure?'' he whispered.

''Yes'' you replied, too quickly for your liking.

You shifted your one leg forward, creating just enough room for him to run his dick through your folds, before pushing in ever so slowly, the both of you wincing at the pain of being over-stimulating but not backing out of your motives.

''You ok?'' he asked once he was fully in, pulling your leg back to get you comfortable again.

''Yeah'' you said, a few quick gasps leaving your lips as you got used to the intrusion that was there to stay.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep, but at some point Lando shifted, cock still hard as rock, causing your eyes to shoot open, mind scrambling to comprehend where you were.

Then he moved again, and you couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan. You turned your head to look back at Lando, who was still in dreamland, a soft snore leaving his lips.

You should have gone back to sleep, but suddenly your pussy, which was still on overdrive, was throbbing again, painfully clenching around him. You shifted your body again, creating a friction that you so desperately craved, causing Lando to buck

Then, Lando was awake, his hands grabbing your hips tighter than ever and thrusting, hard, deep, slow strokes making you whimper.

No words were exchanged, just the two of your using each other to get off, gasps and moans filling his silence.

You came very quickly, quicker than you did with your other orgasms from the night, biting down on your lip so hard you swore you could taste blood.

His voice then came through. ''Let me hear you'' he mumbled, lips finding your neck, short, labored breathing fanning you.

You listened, letting out lewd moans as you came down from your high, when all of a sudden Lando pulled out, man handling your body to be on all fours in front of him.

He leaned down so his lips were by your eyes. ''Gonna let me fuck your ass baby?'' he whispered as you let out a cry, somewhat excited but nervous with just how much you were pushing each other tonight.

You weren't one to say no though. How could you refuse him?

So you nodded your head, no strength to talk.

''Words, y/n'' he warned. You should have known, he'd never do anything without hearing the words from your mouth yourself.

''Yes'' you managed.

Lando reached for the lube as you braced your hands on the headboard, sticking your ass out in the air and spreading your legs a bit.

You sighed out loud when his finger ran through your folds, collecting your cum before he gentle brought it to your hole, not rushing but rather nuzzling it at your entrance for a few seconds before lightly pushing in. Whimpering, you let your head rest on your arms as your grip on the headboard tightened. Lando was the last you'd had anal sex with, it wasn't something you'd done with Mitch, so safe to say a few months without it had you feeling tight as fuck.

''Feel okay if i add a second?'' he asked, hand gripping your waist tightly as his finger pressed fully into you.

''Yeah'' you barely managed to whisper, gasping some more when he pulled out and applied more pressure when he pushed two fingers in, stretching them out a bit.

''Fuck, Lando. oh my god. Don't-don't know how I'll take you. You're too bi-''

''You'll take me like you've always taken me. So bloody good he said, increasing his pace, letting out moans to match yours.

You were sure you cum just from his fingers, but you tried to hold out as long as possible, getting impatient to feel his cock.

''Lan please, need you'' you said, turning your head back to look at him.

The light shining in the room from the street lights were hitting his face perfectly, making him look angelic even though his actions were anything but. He had a sheet of sweat, dripping down his face and making his curls stick to his forehead, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he looked down at your ass, concentrating on his task at hand.

He said nothing as he removed his fingers completely, bringing them up to his lips before letting them out with a pop. Then his hands found his cock, squeezing some lube on it and also letting a string of his spit drip down, coating himself.

You internally swooned at the man. Every movement of his hotter than he other.

''Gonna make you feel so good babygirl'' he said, nickname making your curl you toes with anticipation.

You shut your eyes as his tip touched your hole, pushing in inch by inch, grunts along with you, until he was fully in.

''Wait, please'' you asked of him, needing a minute to adjust to the obtrusion.

''Take your time, love, we'll go at your pace'' you said, one hand still pressing into your hips while the other soothes your back, running up and down.

You were definitely high off sex, or Lando rather. You heart clenched at the way he called you 'love,' as a single tear ran down your cheek.

He must have figured you were an emotional wreck when his worried voice came through, pulling you up to rest your back against his chest.

''Baby please. Do you want to stop?'' he asked, wiping away at your tears.

You were quick to shut that idea down, shifting your head from side to side as your hands found his, holding onto them tightly.

''No, I just..I'm glad you're here. I've missed you so much'' you said, saying the last two words so softly you weren't sure he even heard them.

In an instant, his arms were wrapped around your torso, resting his head on your shoulder. ''I missed you too my love. And I couldn't be happier to have you in my arms right now. I'm never, ever letting you go again. I love you too much to even think about it'' he said softly, stifling a sob from you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, just embracing each other and letting the moment linger. That was until his dick twitched inside of you, making you let out the most ungodly moan.

Lando chuckled at you, eager now. ''Ready?'' he asked.

''As I'll ever be. Take me'' you said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

His body language changed then and you swooned with anticipation as his hand snaked around your neck, lightly squeezing you as he placed his other hand on your ass, pushing against you to slide himself out, almost fully, before thrusting in again in a long, hard stroke.

Then, it was game on. Lando setting apace that was matching your breaths, hard and quick, rough, thrusting in and out of your ass as you clenched tightly around him, vulgar words and moans flying out your mouths.

''Go one baby, just like that, letting me use you like my whore. Fucking hell'' he moaned, speed increasing but movements getting sloppy very quickly.

''Oh Lan, I'm so close, god it feels so good'' you mumbled in broken sentences, body beginning to tremble.

With no warning an orgasm took over, cum gushing out of your cunt messing all of Lando's thighs and the bed sheets, thick, hot cum leaking out of you as dirty groans left your mouth.

Lando was right behind you. One look at just how much cum had left your body made him spiral, sheets of cum shooting out of him, through you, on your back, everywhere, his hips bucking uncontrollably into yours as he too had to lean over you to grab onto the headboard to steady himself.

You stayed like that, chests heaving, bodies shivering, Lando's cock softening against your ass as neither made an effort to move, until it was all too much and you couldn't hold each other up any longer, collapsing onto the bed.

Your bodies were sticky, messy as you practically let your body onto Lando's, putting all your weight on him as he held you tight.

It was a moment that held a lot, no words needed to be spoken knowing exactly where you were with one another. Lando's hands tangled in your hair, combing it through his fingers while he left soft kisses on you temple.

Turns out you were right, from the beginning.

He was yours all along.

Please please please let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing. There may or may not be an epilogue coming your way soon because I need to round the story up somehow.

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lemoncrushh · 14 days ago

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FIC RECS MASTERLIST

This is a list of my fic recs. Note, this is NOT all the fics I have ever read (I've been reading since 2015), but rather all the fics I've read on tumblr since I returned in 2023 and started this blog. Unfortunately, some are missing because the writers deleted their writing or their blog. I did take a semi-hiatus at the beginning of 2025, so I've been spending a little time catching up reading series I haven't finished, but once I've done that, I'll be adding more stories here as I read them.

Series

The Con Artist by @gurugirl. Completed series, 7 chapters.

Daddy Issues by @fkinavocado. Completed series, 25 chapters, plus tons of extras and bonus excerpts.

Lupus Noctis by @avocadoguru (joint work between @fkinavocado and @gurugirl). Incomplete series, 12 chapters.

Laceleaf by @be-with-me-so-happily. Incomplete series, 8 chapters with extras.

iFall For Harry by @freedomfireflies. Completed series, 10 chapters, plus a bonus.

Curvy Secret by @swiftmendeshoran. Completed three book series (part 1 - 25 chapters, part 2 - 15 chapters, part 3 - 39 chapters), plus extras.

Cherry Bomb by @heartateasee. Ongoing series, 26 chapters (will be 30 chapters).

Spinnin' Out Waiting For Ya by @swiftmendeshoran. Completed series, 17 chapters.

Wolf Harry by @adorebeaa. A series of 6 parts and 2 blurbs.

Young God by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup. Ongoing series, 9 chapters.

One Shots

Intimacy by @goldengalore

Rumours by @freedomfireflies (two connected one shots)

Jack Shit by @freedomfireflies (three connected one shots)

Recordstore Romance by @fkinavocado (four connected one shots)

Hole in One by @ihearthes

A Wish Come True by @fkinavocado (three connected one shots)

Finally Free by @be-with-me-so-happily

Wet, Drip, Dry by @be-with-me-so-happily

Crush by @gurugirl (part of the Best Friend's Dad series, but can be read as a standalone)

Bite Me by @freedomfireflies

Short Straw by @adorebeaa

The Handyman by @gurugirl (plus a check-in)

Sunkissed by @heartateasee

Driving by @adorebeaa

Lucky's by @heartateasee

Sex Tutor by @gurugirl (two parts)

Punished by @freedomfireflies

Safe by @heartateasee (four parts)

Flower by @finelinefae (two parts)

Leather & Lace by @jarofstyles

Daddy's Pretty Girl by @gurugirl

Meet-Cute by @justlemmeadoreyou

Ruin Me by @lukesaprince

Make Her Regret It by @watchmegetobsessed

The Playboy by @freedomfireflies

Pretty Like Yours by @fkinavocado (two parts)

Ride the Tiger by @1800titz (two parts, with more on Patreon)

Little Flower by @gurugirl

Blindfolded by @heartateasee

Secrets by @heartateasee

Make It Until the Morning by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup

Assistance Needed by @gurugirl

It's a Problem by @adorebeaa (might possibly have a part 2??)

The Babysitter by @gurugirl (two parts)

Truth or Dare by @gurugirl

The Mushroomer by @gurugirl

If I've made any errors here, or if you'd rather me not include your work in my list, please let me know.

Also, based on what I've read, if you think I would enjoy something in particular, feel free to recommend it to me!

Happy reading, and of course, please check out my own writing if you haven't :).

MASTERLIST

#harry styles #fic recs #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles series #harry styles one shot #court's recs #lemoncrushh

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stoic613 · 1 month ago

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/Flawless/

Pairing: ~Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The VoidxFem/Reader~

Warnings: Fluff, Strong language, 18+, Smut

Chapter 2/? (Can be read as a standalone)

Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/stoic613/783557205457846272/flawless

You typed on your computer finishing a report on your last patient. You’ve been at your office most of the day so you haven’t had time to socialize throughout the tower especially with Bob.

There was a light knock at your door and you pushed your chair out to stand up. As you opened the door you were faced with a nervous bob.

Your face instantly lit up as you made eye contact with him. He stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets but you can tell he was fidgeting his fingers and you gave him a soft smile.

It’s been two weeks since the incident with yelena catching you two almost kiss. She basically told the whole tower and has been teasing you guys ever since.

But that didn’t bother you at all, in fact you and Bob got closer and started hanging out more

You two had more in common than you thought, you guys have started playing video games, reading books, and Bob would sometimes help you make dinner.

Both of you never brought up the almost kiss, it didn’t bother you because you thought Bob needed space but you two seemed closer than ever

It was obvious you both liked each other

“Hi Bob, what’s up?”

“Uh-um I have a big headache, can you help?” He said looking down to his feet.

Your eyes furrowed, worried something might have triggered him.

You nodded your head and gently grabbed his arm pulling him in

“Of course, you can sit on the table”

He only nods and walks past you quietly and this makes you even more concerned

“How bad is the pain?” You ask as you take off the stethoscope from around your neck to put them on

You slowly go a bit between his legs and placed the stethoscope on his heart

Normally this would have been very unprofessional with any other patient but with Bob it only felt right. You two were drawn together naturally

He looked flustered by your action and held his breath

“Um I- uh a 4?” Bobs hands clenched, he so badly wanted to pull you in and hold you but he knew he couldn’t

You could hear his heart rate instantly shoot up, he found the floor so interesting now since he refused to make eye contact with you and you noticed this while taking off the scope

“Bob?” You say now being suspicious

“Yes” still not looking at you

“You don’t have a headache do you” you watched as his face started to warm up as he was caught in his lie and this made you smile

“How many times have I said you can visit me anytime you want. Even if you’re not hurt”

he still wasn’t looking at you so your hand reached to his cheek and gently moved his head towards you

“I-I am hurt, I haven’t seen or h-heard from you all day” your heart warmed after hearing that

“I know, Its been pretty chaotic today I’m sorry. Did you still want to try out the pool? I understand if you don’t”

One day you two were mindlessly wandering around the tower until you stumbled upon a gigantic pool out of the many rooms. You guys then made it your mission to explore every single room in the building but agreed to go swimming one of these days.

That day being today which you felt guilty because you got caught up

He nods his head and smiles “I still do, I just got worried you didn’t want to go with me anymore” you saw how he bit the inside of his cheek.

Your hand went from his cheek to his hand “of course i want to go with you Bob, I rather it be with you”

He only nodded but his eyes never looked away, your heart rate picked up and everything around you slowed.

Bob so badly wanted to lean in, his thoughts were getting louder telling him to pull you in by the waist and kiss you

“Your eyes are glowing again, are you okay?”

Your voice soften and broke him out of his trance, he closed his eyes and shook his head trying to get his eyes back to normal

“Y-yeah sorry, um how about we go swimming in an hour?” He suggested and you nodded agreeing with him

“Swimming? That sounds fun”

You both turned your heads and saw John leaning on the door frame

“Hello John, another wound?” You say since he’s a regular to get patched up from missions

“Nah I just wanted to come see your pretty face before I head over to the store. Did you want to come with?”

Your eyebrows raised not expecting him to openly flirt with you like that. You felt bobs hand twitch, he knew John liked you, he suddenly took interest in you recently and saw how much he flirted with you. Bob didn’t know what this feeling was in his chest. It was like he had been stabbed, neither him or the void liked it and that’s something they can both agree on

“Oh well thank you but I have plans already” you politely declined sensing tension

“Mind if I tag along later?” John asked eyeing Bob and smirked

“Yes actually” bobs voice was lower and your eyes widened

“Uh-um no! In fact invite the whole team, that would be a great idea. Just bring everyone” you say trying to distract John and not have a fight in your office between the two

Bob let go of your hand and hopped off the table purposely looking away from you

Your heart dropped at his actions and you see him squeezing his eyes shut as if he’s trying to get rid of something going through his head.

You hesitate to reach out to him but he moves before you could.

“Bob?” You say watching him push past John and walk out the door. You didn’t move or say anything for a moment, the thought of running after him occurred but maybe he needed space for now.

“Wow, that actually worked”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion until realization dawned on you

“You-you did that on purpose walker?” Crossing your arms, you’re furious at him for making Bob feel that way.

“He’s practically in love with you, it’s pathetic seeing him do nothing about it” he waves his arms frustrated

You blushed not really saying anything. Of course you can see there’s something going on between the two of you but you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries in case.

“Hell it’s making the whole team frustrated seeing you guys give each other puppy eyes across the room. Everyone can see it but you two, I’m just getting the ball rolling for you guys” he smirks and nods in satisfaction like he accomplished something

“Well now he might hate me because of you” worried settled in as you recalled how he avoided your touch and walked off

“Oh please, he wouldn’t last ten minutes being mad at you. It’s me he has a problem with, he’s jealous”

It didn’t occur to you that he might be jealous but now it all makes sense. Seeing how he reacted everytime John walked into the room and talked to you. You thought maybe it was because they already didn’t get along with each other.

Your cheeks start to warm up at Bob being a little possessive

“I’ll leave you to your thoughts, I’m still bringing everyone to the pool so wear something sexy” John pushes off the frame of the door to walk out

“You better not try anything later walker” your stern voice not affecting him at all

“No promises” he lifts his hands up as surrender and walks out.

Later on you stood in front of your mirror checking yourself out in your bikini. You decided on a simple black two piece but you liked the way it hugged your body

You smiled content with it and wrapped a towel around you.

You checked your phone to see a text from Yelena asking where you were at. You put on your flip flops and headed to the pool.

Before you opened the doors you stopped for a second, you haven’t heard from Bob and this made you anxious on how he’ll act towards you

You exhaled through your nose and pushed through the doors.

There was music blasting and you saw Bucky sitting on one of the chairs reading a magazine, Ava messing with John splashing him with water and disappearing when he tried reaching for her

And Alexei yelling loudly while jumping in the pool causing a big splash to go onto Yelena and Bob who were both sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water

No one noticed you walk in except for Bob, his eyes immediately caught yours as you walked to the chairs near Bucky.

You smiled at him hoping he would return it, and he did but he quickly looked to yelena now paying attention to what she was saying

You set your things on the chair and sighed

“Why’re you pouting?” Bucky said flipping the page not even glancing at you

“Um, I’m not pouting. Was I pouting?” Were you being obvious on how miserable you felt?

Bucky only smirked and took a sip of his beer not responding. You rolled your eyes and took off the towel that was wrapped around you

A low whistle was heard and you knew it was John. You rolled your eyes once again and shook your head, you couldn’t help but look to see how Bob reacted

His eyes were stuck to you, it wasn’t a look that meant he only saw you for your body but one where he wanted nothing more but to worship how beautiful you were inside and out. He admired you until he realized he got caught and turned away

His face warmed up, you saw how he still wore a shirt probably too self conscious to take it off but you knew he was red from his chest up

You remembered the last time you saw him shirtless making you bite your lips

As you were walking towards him, Alexei picked you up making you scream and threw you in

The water consumed you and as you swam to the surface gasping for air you saw Bob ready to jump in with a worried look

“Hey! What if I didn’t know how to swim” you made your way to hold onto the edge of the pool

“You’re surrounded by the avengerz, you’re fine!” He yelled and jumped in after

Some time passed and everyone still seemed to have so much energy, even Bucky went into the pool and Alexei pushed Bob in with Yelena

“Let’s play chicken!” Ava suggested as she climbed on top of Bucky not giving him an option

You laughed and suddenly you were being lifted, you yelped and looked down to see you were on John’s shoulders

He smirked knowing exactly what he was doing, you glared at him and see Bucky with Ava hurling towards you

“H-Hey! That’s not fair, your dude has a metal arm” you say keeping your hands stretched out trying to put a distance between you and Ava

“That’s too bad, you should’ve chosen a better partner” she smirked

You put up a good fight until yelena came in on top of Alexei pushing Ava to the water and now you

“That’s it! Get them Lena! That’s my girl” Alexei says proudly as you fell to the water

You laughed once you emersed, you looked around and noticed Bob wasn’t in the room anymore

Worried you stepped out the pool, no one said anything about you drying yourself and leaving since they were too busy doing a rematch

You had a feeling he might’ve went to his room since it was at the end of the hall.

Your feet hitting the cold floor and water still dripping from your body leaving a trail

You held the towel tightly as you slowly opened his door.

“Bob?” You peeked in and saw him sitting at the edge of his bed, face in his hands while they tightly gripped his hair and his eyes closed, You heard him whispering to himself. You locked his door and slowly walked over to him

Once you reached him you called out to him one more time

“Bob, talk to me” he looks up and you see how his natural eye color was fighting a mix of yellow

You sit down next to him “did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head “n-no of course not. It’s not you”

Still not understanding you reached to hold his hands that were pulling on his hair not wanting him to hurt himself

“Does it have to do with your eyes changing color and the intrusive thoughts you mentioned last time?”

He nodded “yeah, it won’t s-stop”

“Okay, okay um what was it saying earlier when John was there?”

He hesitated to tell you

“It’s okay, I’m not here to judge” you reassured

“H-He um he wanted to hurt him, told me we should hurt him and I almost did. That’s why I walked out” he expected you to walk out on him, he wouldn’t blame you if you did

You squeezed your hands slightly letting him know you’re not going anywhere

“What about the time I mentioned my ex”

He took a deep breath and exhaled almost shaking

“He wanted to kill him” his tone was a little more stronger, as if he was agreeing with his other side

“Well, you’re not the only one but I think you’re doing so good at controlling yourself” you smile at him and he does the same

Inside he’s actually dying, he can barely control himself feeling his hands against yours, your knees brushed against each other

His eyes saw the water droplets on your body going down to the towel, he’s seen what’s under that towel and he’s on the verge of cracking

He closes his eyes and looks away

“You can tell me Bob, remember we said we would try practicing. How can I help?”

He bites his lips “y-you’re actually making it w-worse”

His words caught you off guard, he saw how his words hurt you and you slightly let go of his hands

“Oh, I can give you space” before you can fully move he grabbed your hands again

“N-No! I didn’t- I didn’t mean it that way. I just-“ he took a deep breath. You saw the way his eyes were glowing in and out of the color

“What’s he saying now?”

He swallowed hard “He-no. We want you” he corrected himself

It was like the air was knocked out of you hearing that response. You didn’t have time to respond as Bob continued to ramble

“Y-You’ve completely taken over my mind, our m-mind. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. Everytime I see walker with you I get insanely j-jealous because I know I can never c-compete with a guy like him. I don’t deserve you-we don’t deserve you. It’s like you’ve completely bewitched me-us and I would let you do it again and again. God even just you looking at me like that-”

Your hands held the crane of his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him. You heard him moan slightly in content as you moved your lips against his

It was slow and soft, your stomach was exploding with butterflies from his confession.

You slowly pulled away seeing him lean in with you as if he wanted more. You both were slightly out of breath and looked at each other

“I feel the same way about you Bob, I like you a lot”

His face warmed up and he exhaled in relief “R-Really? Can I k-kiss you again?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly. He leaned in more confident this time and took your lips against his

His hand hovered over your waist, desperately wanting to hold you but he was scared how you would react

You tilt your head slightly to deepen the kiss, a low moan came out of you and he almost whimpered hearing that sound

You felt his hand on your waist but he hesitantly pulled back. You scooted closer to him and lifted your leg wrapping it around him. You now sat on his lap straddling him and pulled his hand back to where it belong, on your waist

He exhaled and you can hear his breath shaking and you never once broke the kiss

It started out slow and soft but now it gradually turned to slow and hard

Your lips buzzed from how long you guys have been making out, teeth clashing here and there and your core was aching

You craved friction, you lowered your hips more feeling how hard he was and grind your hips against him

You both moaned and pulled back to catch air, you saw his lips now swollen, his hair was messy and this made bite your lip making your core ache even more

“D-Do you want this?” He asked not feeling so confident anymore

Your hands went to the towel and you slowly undid the knot making it fall off your shoulders and to the floor. Leaving you just in your black bikini

“Yes Bob, I want you so bad” your hands went underneath his shirt and flat against his stomach feeling every ab and muscle

He whimpered from how cold your hands were. “Do you want this?” You questioned making sure you weren’t pressuring him into anything

“Y-Yes! God yes, please” his hands gripped your waist tightly. You knew it would leave a light bruise later on but you definitely didn’t mind it

“I just-I’ve never done this before, I don’t know what to do” he says almost ashamed

You shook your head “it’s okay, just follow my lead okay?”

His eyes were filled with desperation and lust as he looked up to you. Hands still on his stomach you pulled on the shirt hinting to take it off

You saw how his hands were shaking and pulled from the top and took it off swiftly

The action and sight made you clench your legs around him. Now you weren’t restricted from the shirt anymore making you roam your hands from his stomach to his chest and arms

He moaned at your touch and you kissed him again, this time it was fast and hard

You kept grinding against him trying to relieve the ache between your legs

Bob was losing his mind until he felt his thoughts being interrupted, his actions were being taken over and his eyes glowing again

You felt him reach up behind you and untie the knot making your top fall

You quietly gasped and pulled back, his eyes now switching back to normal

“O-Oh god I’m sorry, I- it wasn’t me. I s-shouldn’t have done that”

You laughed and he still looked worried

“Bob it’s okay, you have my full permission to do whatever you want to me. I mean that for the both of you”

His breath was ragged knowing what you meant, he gulped and looked at your breast and looked at you again

You nodded giving him permission and he leaned in taking your nipple into his mouth

Your mouth parted at the feeling while your hands went to his hair pulling on it slightly

He moaned from it and took more of your boob into his mouth and his other hand playing with your other boob.

You moaned as he sucked and licked leaving hickeys only to go do the same to the other side

You noticed his actions were more confident and his hold more stronger, you had a feeling he kept switching from Bob to dark side Bob but you couldn’t confirm without seeing his eyes

You heard a tear and you looked down to see your bottoms have been ripped apart

“I’m so sorry” he says as if he wasn’t the one in control

You didn’t have time to argue when you were being lifted up with him as he moved to have his back resting against the wooden bed frame

You went to untie the knot to his swim shorts pulling them down and him kicking them off

You looked down and noticed how huge he was

There you both were completely naked now, nothing but the sound of of you both out of breath

“Are-are you sure?” He asked you one more time

“Yes”

“What about a c-condom?”

You smiled down to him as your eyes admired every part of his face

“I’m on birth control, did you want to use a condom?”

“No” He answered almost not letting you finish your sentence

“Okay” you leaned down and pecked his lips

Your hand reached down to line up his cock at your entrance

Bobs hands went to grip the crease where your thigh and hip met as you slowly sank down, not taking him all the way. It felt like you were teasing him and he threw his head back and his mouth opened letting out a deep moan

“I-I-oh god” he whimpered the moment you sat all the way down

You moaned at how deep he felt in you and you couldn’t stand the ache

“F-Fuck” his moans were ragged as you started to move and bounce on his cock

“Oh fuck, this feels too good” you whimpered gripping his shoulders to have more balance

You were slowly getting tired from how hard and fast you were bouncing, as soon as Bob noticed your movements falter it was like a flip was switched

He gripped your waist and slammed his hips up, you screamed at how good it felt and not expecting him to take control

Your moans were out of control as he repeated his movements, you felt your climax getting closer

“P-Please don’t s-stop” you moan looking down to look at him. His eyes glowed more than ever

“I don’t plan to” he growled make your skin clap from how hard and fast he was going getting you closer to your orgasm

“I’m-I- I’m gonna cum” you didn’t have time to really finish your sentence when your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan

Your head was on his shoulder trying to catch your breath until he flipped you over

You didn’t have time to speak when he thrusted in you again

You moaned feeling that ache coming back while still feeling sensitive

“You’re so beautiful” he kisses you and each thrusts turns more aggressive

The feeling was almost too much and you felt his hand press to your lower stomach feeling how deep he was in you

This made you scream and your nails digged into his back

“F-Fuck, I’m close. Can I cum in you please” you felt him say in your ear

“Yes! Make me yours Bob!” He thrusted in you a few more times before you both moaned loudly cumming at the same time.

The bedframe cracked loudly making you gasp, you both calmed down from your high and he slipped out.

“Shoot, I think-I broke the bedframe” he looked worried now and looking down to see if you got hurt

You laughed and this made his eyes from worried to happy

“You-you lost control” you continued laughing

He smiled and pushed the hair from your face to lean down and kiss you again.

“I always lose control with you around” he whispered

You blush and forced him to lay on you “let’s just rest for a moment yeah? I loved every moment”

“Do-do you want t-to go on a date with m-me?” He asked shyly like a few minutes ago didn’t just happen

“I would love to”

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callsign-rogueone · 1 year ago

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the archives // Fourth Wing masterlist

welcome to the fourth wing.

these are all reader inserts, using the second person “you”. everything about a certain series, including my fics and things I’ve reblogged that fit their vibe, will be tagged as “#Garrick and Angel”, “#Brennan and Duchess”, etc. see this post for further information. requests are currently CLOSED / VERY SLOW until I get more caught up, but my ask box is always open to chat about FW, the girlfriends, or whatever! last updated: 2.19.25

standalone fics / headcanons

Aaric Graycastle - intimacy alphabet Bodhi Durran - by your side - where were you in the morning? - not that bad at all - the night we met - intimacy alphabet - fractured - defective 🆕 Brennan Sorrengail - you're somebody else - this is me trying - intimacy alphabet - older (agegap!Bren) - you called - rest - defective (platonic) 🆕 Dain Aetos - midnight snow - part of the family - intimacy alphabet Garrick Tavis - all the small things - intimacy alphabet - one for the books Imogen Cardulo - the dress Liam Mairi - harvest day - intimacy alphabet 🆕 1. the spider 2. one too many 3. change of plans Mira Sorrengail - reunited - mercy Ridoc Gamlyn - not joking - love at first fight Xaden Riorson - a brief history of Navarre - intimacy alphabet - together 1. i wish i hated you all fourth wing boys: - excuses, excuses - under the weather - that time of the month - bedtime 🆕 - pet 🆕 all fourth wing boys + girls - study season random thoughts about multiple boys - dragon rings - xaden's birthday

girlfriendverse

Sawyer and Peach masterlist

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Garrick and Angel about Angel 1. keep her safe 2. resson (garrick's version) 3. letters from samara 4. what was I made for? 4.5 thank you (optional spicy chapter in the middle of #4) - misc relationship asks - together (platonic Angel / Gare / Xaden) - he can call me angel if he wants to

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Dain and Love about Love 1. falling, floating, flying 2. reunification day: 3. five thirty 4. two reunions

Aaric and Sunny 1. conscription day 2. assessments

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starvales · 1 year ago

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a cheers to our youth

narumi gen / gn!spouse!reader

synopsis : a short series of scenarios where japan's strongest anti-kaiju combatant, narumi gen, is married to his childhood friend and has been since they both turned eighteen. ‘for tax benefits’ he claims (and for love, too- but he would never admit something like that to anyone), and the defence force is unfortunate enough to witness their numerous antics over the years.

content : spoilers to the manga + b-side, lots of crack, fluff, slight angst, childhood friends to married couple, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, reader works in the jakdf, brief mentions of gambling, all works are sfw and most can be read as a standalone. more cws will be added as more chapters are released. dm me if i've missed anything!

NOTE : ACTOY will continue once season 2 of kn8 is out!!

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1 - you just lost the game

2 - wdym i have a head dent?!

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extras !!

> top ten questions science can’t answer

> hand in hand, chest to chest, face to face (NEW!! (29.9))

#gn!reader #narumi gen x reader #narumi x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 x reader #kn8 x reader #a cheers to our youth masterlist #actoy masterlist

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themarbledstudy · 14 days ago

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Day Off

📃Masterlist || WC: 1959 || Standalone

📚 Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

📚 Warnings: Sweeeeeeeet! Tooth-rotting sweet.

📚 Context: Spencer and BAU!Reader have been married for a couple years (1-2 years).

📚 Author's Note: N/A.

It was an ordinary Thursday off—well, as ordinary as life could be for two members of the BAU. The day was a rare gift, a full 24 hours to just be. To enjoy each other’s company without the looming threat of an urgent call or a new case. You’d both taken the morning to run errands, wandering around Union Station in D.C., stopping at a bookstore where Spencer got lost in searching for a childhood favorite.

You’d been having a peaceful day, no bad guys to chase, no profiles to crack, just the quiet hum of people living their lives.

It was all so normal.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Spencer as you headed off toward the pharmacy a couple of stores down. “I just need to grab something real quick. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

He looked up from a dusty pile of old books, his face lighting up with that familiar, concerned expression. “Do you want me to go with you? I don’t mind. We can come back afterward,” he offered, his voice soft, like he was afraid you might be up to something.

You smiled at him, trying to keep things light. “It’s fine, Spence. You’re busy looking for that book, remember? I’ll be quick.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding, but he still didn’t look entirely convinced. You could tell he wasn’t really buying it. But you needed to go alone. The moment felt important.

The pharmacy was quiet, early enough in the day that you could walk the aisles undisturbed. You moved slowly, scanning the shelves filled with pregnancy tests. Your stomach did flips as you looked at the colorful boxes, each promising to give you answers, but none of them were going to answer what was truly weighing on you.

You’d missed your period last month. You’d been feeling off for a while now. And while a part of you wanted to be excited—wanted to believe this was a new chapter, you were also terrified. Your heart raced as you picked up one box, then another, then another. Three seemed like a good number, right? Just to be sure.

But what if you weren’t ready for this? What if Spencer wasn’t? He was always so thoughtful, so meticulous, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would be ready for the kind of commitment being a parent would require. You didn’t want to disappoint him, but you weren’t sure if you were ready either.

As you stood there, reading the back of yet another test, you bumped into someone.

“Sorry, sir, I didn’t—” You froze. It was Spencer.

He was standing there, his brow furrowed, holding your wallet with an almost confused look on his face. “The last time I checked, this wasn’t the menstrual aisle.” His voice was a little playful but laced with concern. “You forgot your wallet when we left the car,” he added. He held your wallet out to you like it was just another ordinary moment.

Your heart stopped. You tried to hide the tests behind your back, your cheeks flushing crimson. “Uh… just taking the scenic route,” you muttered, not quite meeting his eyes.

Spencer’s brow quirked, and even though you could tell he was trying to keep it light, there was a spark of suspicion in his gaze. “You’re not menstruating, at least not for another two weeks. And I bought you pads last week. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You gulped. Spencer knew you better than anyone else, and you had a hard time hiding things from him. You wanted to say something, anything, to distract him, but your hands felt clammy. He was already piecing it together.

He gently grabbed your hand and pulled the pregnancy tests into view. His eyes softened, and you saw that faint flicker of realization. His voice dropped to a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the moment. “Are we going to be parents?” He didn’t sound scared or nervous, just in awe, as though he had been waiting for this moment in some quiet corner of his mind for a long time.

You swallowed hard. “I know we didn’t plan on it for a couple more years, but I missed my period last month.” You trailed off, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you.

Spencer’s expression softened even more. There was no fear, no judgment, just a warm, gentle understanding that left you breathless. He cupped your face with one hand, thumb tracing the outline of your cheek as if grounding you, reassuring you that no matter what came next, you weren’t alone.

“Sweetheart,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “I’ve wanted to be a dad for a long time. I’ve thought about it, what it would be like to raise a little one with you. I don’t want you to feel scared, or like you have to carry all of this alone. You don’t. We’re in this together, okay?”

You felt your eyes well up with tears at the sincerity in his voice, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to speak. Spencer, as always, seemed to know exactly what you needed. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he said, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “We’re both nervous. But I know that I want this with you. I want to be a father with you. I just need you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what you decide.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. He was so sure, so confident in his feelings, but also so incredibly patient with your uncertainty. That was what you loved about Spencer—his ability to make everything feel like it would work out, no matter the obstacles.

You nodded slowly, feeling a weight lift off your chest. “I do want it. I’m just scared,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. “I’m scared we’re not ready.”

Spencer smiled, a small but reassuring smile, before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Change isn’t always a bad thing. It’s just different. But we can do this. We’ll figure it out together. And if it’s tough, we’ll lean on each other. We always do.”

With his hand around yours, Spencer led you back to the counter, the three pregnancy tests now carefully tucked away in a small paper bag. He paid for them, then gently guided you toward the door, the weight of the moment settling between you, but also a sense of peace.

At Home

Back at your townhouse, the tests sat on the kitchen counter. You couldn’t help but pace. Spencer watched you, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding. He didn’t push you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace.

“I’m nervous too,” he admitted, his voice soft. “But whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

You nodded, resting your forehead against his chest. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” you whispered.

He smiled and pulled up a chair for you at the kitchen island, making you sit and face him. “Hey,” he started, his tone trying to lighten the mood. “You’re working yourself up over something you don’t have control over.”

You stopped walking and gave him a look. “Spence, we both know damn well that we did have control over what happened and what will happen.”

He chuckled and sat down next to you, pulling you gently into his arms. “I mean, technically we don’t have control over it. Whether or not a sperm fertilizes an egg is random. Sure, we can try to time things, but the actual fertilization process? That’s all up to chance, which sperm makes it, and whether the egg is viable at the right time. It's not as simple as we think.”

You couldn’t help but let up a little, laughing despite yourself. “It still doesn’t change the fact that this is all happening because of… well, you know you kind of had to–,” you said, giving him a pointed look.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Oh? So I’m the reason we’re here, huh?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, a little tension easing. “Well, you did have to, you know... make it happen."

He chuckled, his hand resting gently on your back. “I can’t exactly say I regret it.”

You laughed for real this time, the warmth of his embrace making everything feel lighter. He kissed your forehead, his fingers tracing soothing patterns across your skin, grounding you as you both let the reality of the moment settle.

“Let’s just take a breath, okay?” Spencer said softly, his voice full of sweetness. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.”

You smiled, your heart lifting as you leaned into him. You were far from being sure about everything, but in that moment, surrounded by Spencer’s love and patience, you felt like you could take the next step.

The timer for the tests went off. You both stood and walked toward the bathroom door, but you stopped before you opened it.

“I can’t look,” you whispered, suddenly overcome with nerves again.

Spencer squeezed your hand gently. “We’ll look at the same time,” he suggested.

With a deep breath, you both counted to three, then looked down at the tests.

Positive.

Spencer let out a breathless laugh. “We’re going to be parents,” he said, voice thick with joy.

You turned to him, eyes shining. “We made a life, Spence.”

He placed another kiss on your cheek, the soft brush of his lips making your heart flutter. “So... are we gonna have to move?” he asked, his voice light but filled with that underlying excitement you couldn't quite ignore.

You smiled, thinking ahead to the future—a tiny room with a crib, little baby shoes scattered around. It was a thought that still felt surreal. “Probably,” you said, your smile widening. “We only have a two-bedroom townhouse. We’re going to need a couple more rooms.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up with something between joy and playful curiosity. He stepped a little closer, his hand finding the small of your back as he tilted his head to look at you, his gaze intense but warm. “A couple more rooms, huh?” he teased, taking a step closer, his breath warm against your skin. “How many to be exact?”

You rolled your eyes, but the playful smile tugging at your lips gave you away. “Well, how many do you want?”

Spencer’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. He leaned in, just close enough that you could feel the heat from his body, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. He kissed you then—soft, sweet, and entirely teasing—a brief, chaste kiss, but one that made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

When he pulled back, he was still grinning, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and playful mischief. “I’m sure we’ll figure that out, eventually.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, as if sharing a secret just between the two of you.

You leaned into him, letting the laughter bubble up from your chest. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you close, as if you were both savoring the moment before it could slip away. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your ear. His hands gently stroked your hair, fingers combing through it in a slow, calming rhythm.

The world felt simple and perfect in that moment—just the two of you, with all the joy and uncertainty of the future ahead, but knowing that, no matter what, you'd be okay.

“Yeah,” you whispered, the smile still on your lips. “We’ll figure it out, Spence. Together.”

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Common Factors - Michael Gavey x Reader

Synopsis: Part 2 of Midpoint, though can be read as a standalone. Michael Gavey asked you out for a drink and you had surprisingly agreed. Will you be able to tolerate each others wit without bickering, or will you lose yourself to him once more?

Warnings: This fic is 18+, readers discretion is advised. Public fingering, teasing, degradation, name calling, voyeurism, dumbification, finger fucking, biting, bratty reader. This is porn with barely any plot.

Word Count: 6k

Notes: Hello my angels, I know you have all been waiting so patiently for part two of Midpoint and here it is! Now I can't say that there will be a third/final chapter, but I may have ideas for it. No promises though. Saltburn has made me so nostalgic, I miss MSN messenger and MySpace. I miss the early 2000s so much, the tackiness of it, how everything was just to the max. Lmao. I also miss Tamagotchis. *Sigh*, nostalgia. Anywayyyyy, thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy! <3

Part 1 - Midpoint

When Michael had asked you out for a drink, or rather asked if you wanted to get a drink, it was not really a distinct question of going on a date with him or not, and perhaps you were arguing semantics right now, but that was besides the point.

He had thought that you would go right after your little event in the library. His eagerness was riddled by anxiety, clear for anyone, not that there was anyone in the vicinity, to see or hear, you hoped.

You had shifted awkwardly for a moment, feeling his spend slide down you thigh in the large hole he had ripped in your stockings, explaining that you wouldn’t be able to go that evening.

He wilted.

It strummed a cord in your chest, and so you quickly explained that it was because of said issue between your legs, and not that you didn’t want to see him again. The fire in his eyes lit up again, and for a moment, the hair on the back of your neck stuck up. It felt as if you were about to be confronted once more by his obnoxious spite, though thankfully, and only because of your quick explanation, did he soften and you exchange details for your respected MSN Messenger accounts.

The night after he was busy, apparently there was some sort of important chess tourney that he would be going to with his friend, you were unaware that he had any, and so he proposed the night after. But the night after you had told your best friend that you would bus into the city centre to meet with her, so that was no go as well.

You both thankfully settled on the Friday later that week, agreeing to meet at the small pub you frequented, which you found he did too. Each time the computer dinged at his reply, a thrill of excitement crawled through you. He was rather curt in his messages, but eager, and would often would send moving emojis at the end, which you saved and would send back.

Friday rolled around quickly, and you found yourself eager to see him again. You spent a solid two hours fretting over what to wear, deciding that pants or tights were not an option this time despite the cold weather.

You settled on a cute little outfit, the skirt of it coming to your mid thigh, looking at yourself in the mirror as you left before triple checking your computer and Nokia for any messages to say he was late, or couldn’t come, but none came. The last message he had sent to you, was a smiling thumbs up that moved largely across your screen agreeing to see you at 7pm sharp.

You left early, earlier than what was needed, and sped walked the entire way to the pub, pulling your large jacket tightly around you, scarf covering the lower half of your face. The air was particularly crisp that evening, and by the looks of it, it may snow later, and although it was quite cold, you could see from afar that the pub was full, the winter air not deterring them.

When you opened the door, the stale stench of its beer soaked floorboards filled your senses, loud music and even louder people, drinking and smoking and laughing in large groups without any care for the world. You knew that break would soon enough be coming to an end, and all the students would now be slowly making their way back, spending their last days or weeks of break with friends on campus and the establishments surrounding.

The air inside the venue was stuffy, and almost wet with condensation, and as you rose on your tip toes, looking over the heads of others at their tables, or at the bar, you struggled to spot the familiar sandy blonde hair from your library, and the glasses that sat perched on his sharp nose.

You pulled out your Nokia, checking the time and also checking for any messages.

It was 6:57.

You were early.

But not too early.

Heading straight for the bar, you ordered yourself a drink, eyes drifting back over the pub, looking at the faces to see if you could see him with anyone. When again, you didn’t spot him, you told yourself not to panic, and instead decided that you would find yourself a spot to sit. There was table in the far corner, away from most, its surface was cleared bar a half drunken pint, hidden in the shadows and pressed against the wall between two larger tables, filled with people. You paid for your drink, and headed straight for the empty seat, winding past the pulled out chairs and wafts of smoke.

You were halfway there when a figure popped into your periphery. Your eyes locked onto a pair of familiar blue ones, a twitching smile pulling at his sharp yet plump lips. He came towards you from the direction of the loo, and you watched as he wiped his hands down the sides of his pants despite them looking dry.

“Hey.” You smiled, stopping short of the table, to awkwardly look up at him as he made his way over.

“Hi.”

You shifted awkwardly around each other before you leant forward to give him a hug, he wrapped one arm around you stiffly in reciprocation, before pulling back to straighten, eyeing the drink in your hand.

“You get me one?” Michael nodded his head to your drink.

Your brows furrowed softly, “Uh, no. I wasn’t sure if you were here.”

Michael hummed, “I’m never late.”

Here we go again, you inwardly sighed. This is just what you didn't need. Another run in with his attitude.

“I wasn’t to know that.”

Michael stared at you a moment longer before turning away to the bar. You watched him awkwardly, yet somehow confidently, move through what little people stood at the counter waiting, standing rod straight as he ordered himself another pint. As he waited, you took your seat on the side where the half drunk beer wasn’t, back to the wall and completely cornered in.

When Michael came back, beer in hand, you let yourself graze your eyes over him. You couldn’t stifle the laugh that exploded from your lips. He frowned as he sat opposite you, a tinge of defensiveness showing on his strong features.

“What?” He almost sneered, watching as you brought a hand to your mouth to try and cover it up.

“I’m sorry,” You giggled again, having to look at the ceiling for two seconds, trying to compose yourself, pushing a breath out shakily, “Your shirt.”

You began to laugh again, watching him as he looked down at it, inspecting it for a stain or hole.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?” He asked clinically, not finding a rip or hole or bird shit which he had suspected was there for a moment on the material.

You bit your bottom lip and giggled again, “It’s awful.”

Tucked into his cargo pants and black leather belt was one of the worst shirts you had ever laid eyes upon. It was white, and in big font on the front, it read ‘Weapon of Math Instructions’. On it, small drawings of calculators, protractors, and sums surrounded the large font.

In a quieter voice this time, he replied, “I got it for my birthday.” He picked up the sweating beer to bring to his lips, the foam coating his mouth as he drank deeply.

You felt a tinge of regret for laughing at him so openly, even though it was admittedly the worst shirt you had ever seen, “Do you enjoy maths puns, Gavey?” You tried to sound flirtatious, but in the moment you sounded more unsure than anything.

Michael took the beer away from his lips, swiping the back of his hand against his mouth, “If they’re funny. Why?”

“Do you have more shirts like this?” You tried to contain your mirth and failed.

The curiosity melted away, and a stony expression slipped over his face, “You’re taking the piss.”

You shook your head, heart speeding up, “No! No, sorry, Michael. I swear I’m not, I just, I wanted to- I’m trying-“

“-For someone whose degree relies heavily on the english word, you sure do struggle to find them.” The smirk on his lips was a thinly thing that indicated that he was being playful, but if he hadn't of smirked, you wouldn't have known. His tone was flat, his body posture stiff, and not once did he laugh, but you knew him.

And it more intimate than you would have liked.

Tongue in cheek in you leant back in your chair, feeling a comfortable little bubble surround you, the tension that was there only simmering in the background now, and not drowning you in it.

“How was the chess tourney?” You took a sip from your drink as he watched you.

“Fascinating, if it’s something of interest.”

His answer surprised you,.

“And was it of interest?”

“TBD.”

You took another sip of your drink, “My nan used to play chess with me when I was little.”

This seemed to peak Michael’s interest greatly, “You can play?”

You shook your head humbly, smiling, “I can play, though I’m probably not very good.”

“We should play.” His answer was so immediate, so abrupt, that you could only blink before remembering to reply.

“What, now?”

Michael raised his brows at you as though you were intellectually stunted, “Do you see any chess boards in this shit hole?”

You breathed sharply through your nose, “No.” You said more afronted than intended, “I was just asking-“

“-You ask a lot of questions but don’t know what ones you want the answers for.”

Annoyance began to bloom in your chest, “I thought we were done with this tit-for-tat nonsense. Or did you want a round two, Gavey?”

A soft blush spread across his cheeks, and you knew you had him.

“Are you going to ask me about my day?” You cheeked, enjoying the way he flustered slightly, and then held back an angry sneer.

“How was it?”

“How was what?”

Michaels jaw tensed, and you bit your inner cheek to not smile, “Your day.”

A large grin spread across your lips along with a false expression of realisation, “Oh, my day! My day was fine, thank you, Michael. I did some reading, I did some study, and then I got myself ready to have drinks with a right git.”

Michael sucked his teeth loudly, “You’re funny. Should be a comedian instead of studying them.”

“You’re cute,“ You countered, “Should smile more instead of sneer.”

“I thought you said we were done with this nonsense.”

“I did, and I am. Starting…. Now.” You smiled widely, bringing your drink up to toast.

Michael looked at you oddly, then to the glass in your hand before finally he brought his up, connecting the two cups.

You smiled wider, proud to be ready to say something you know will interest him,“‘If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.’”

Michael's glass slammed down onto the table, his body leaning towards you in palpable excitement, “How do you know that?” His voice was eager, like you had lit a flame inside of him.

You smiled smugly, sipping on your drink, proud of yourself to have garnered such a reaction, “Learnt it with my degree. Einstein wasn’t just a man of maths. He was an important part of modern history. Especially regarding his involvement, or I should say rather, his non-involvement in the Manhattan Project.”

Michael's eyes lit up behind his glasses before he picked up his beer and thrust it against yours again, “Glad they’re teaching you something of importance.”

You huffed and laughed and sipped, watching as Michael settled his chair closer to you. It felt as if a door had been opened, and suddenly you were able to step inside the world that was Michael Gavey.

“You know,” You smirked, feeling heat from him beside you, chairs still apart, but bodies leant towards each other, “Art and History is just as important as Maths and Science.”

Gavey looked as though you had declared that the Earth was flat. It was a peculiar little look that made you want to lean across the space and press your lips squarely against his.

“I’m being serious.” You continued, “Without art, without history, the world would be a lot more boring than it is now.”

Michael pursed his lips at you, “Whatever helps you rationalise your choice of degree.”

You sipped your drink, eyes watching him over the rim of your glass, “I’ll let that slide. Only because I know you like watching me get riled up.”

“You’re rather confident of yourself this evening.” He commented, his blue eyes gleaming behind his glasses.

“And you’re rather goading. Not that that’s out of the ordinary.”

His fingers strummed against the table as he looked at you, eyes roaming over your body, “You look nice.”

“I would say the same, but I hate lying, and that shirt is an abomination.” You teased, bumping your shoulder into his lightly.

He smiled.

When did it become this?

How did it become so easy for you to melt into this conversation with him of all people?

Only earlier this week the two of you were at each others throats, snarling and fighting, and now here you were, seated beside each other, making little jokes and sitting intimately close.

“Careful. Tit-for-tat.” Michael warned you, and you rolled your eyes playfully with a huff.

It seemed to please him, and soon enough you were moving through a smooth conversation. He mostly asked you about your studies and friends, and even asked about your family.

And you learnt about his. A fairly standard, run of the mill family. One sister, and an older brother, had a dog growing up, and now has a fish.

But soon enough the conversation drifted back to your studies.

“Are you looking forward to term starting again?” You asked.

You felt as though he would be, his desire for learning and studying was clear whenever he spoke about it. He was passionate, and it was something that you admired about him. Or at least, now you did.

Michael shrugged, “I’m looking forward to graduating.”

This confused you.

“Why?”

Michael frowned, “Why do you think? I’m second in our year, I barely need to study-“

“-All you do is study, Michael.”

“Because there’s not much else to do here, I don’t have friends like you do.” Michael sneered the word friends, and immediately you knew who he was referring to.

“Michael-“

“-It’s different for us. People who aren’t ‘in’. Theres no parties, or accolades, only our degree.”

“You know that I’m not-“

“-I know that you don’t think you are, but whether you like it or not, they consider you one of them.”

You frowned. You didn’t like hearing that, especially with what Farleigh had said to you. You hated it because whilst it was wrong, it was still true. You did get invited to the parties, you had them all on MySpace and MSN, and even had their numbers in your phone. But for you, it was different, and Michael knew it.

You pushed your tongue against the side of your mouth, “I’ll bring you as my plus one to the next party. Then you can see that you’re not missing out on much.”

“You’d be seen with me in public? With them watching?” He said it with a laugh, though it was entirely humourless.

Your head tilted to the side, “We’re in public right now, aren’t we?” You looked around the pub, watching the many faces around you before settling back onto his. His expression was unreadable, until finally-

“We are in public.” He smirked. Gavey downed the rest of his beer quickly, all but slamming his glass onto the table, though not loud enough to garner any attention from the other patrons.

Michaels hand grabbed the seat of your chair and pulled it roughly towards him. You let out a squeak of surprise as your seat shifted against the floor suddenly, almost making you lose your balance.

“Michael!”

“What?” He asked innocently.

“What are you doing?” Your heart began to quicken, his hand coming down to brush against your thigh as he intently stared at you from behind his glasses.

“I’m not doing anything.” His hand inched higher, grazing your inner thigh.

In a small panic, you lifted your gaze to the rest of the pub. Not one person had looked up when he dragged you to him, nor had anyone taken even the slightest bit of interest about the two students hidden in the dark corner table. Everyone in the pub was drunk and too absorbed by their own conversations and friends to notice anyone else.

“What’s wrong?” Gavey teased, voice dipping lower as he openly mocked you, his pinky finger skirting against the edge of your panties.

Your brain had short circuited itself.

You were in public.

Where anyone could see.

And Michael had his hand under your skirt, teasing you.

This was what not what you would have expected from the man who was currently wearing a maths pun on his shirt. Your hand dropped under the table and grabbed his wrist tightly, stopping him from moving it any higher, though this didn’t prevent him from continuing to run his pinky back and forth under the elastic of your panties.

Heat coursed through you, and your core clenched around nothing.

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly, a rhetorical question really. You knew just as well as he did exactly what he was doing.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Gavey.”

“I’ll tell you what,” He smirked again, eyes locked onto your face, watching as you struggled internally, “You sit there and be a good girl for me, and when we go back to your room, I will give you what you want.”

You blinked.

Michael squeezed your thigh roughly, “Use your words.”

“Okay.” You breathed.

“Okay what?”

“Yes.” Your blood pumped loudly in your ears, air struggling to get inside of you as you squirmed in anticipation.

“Yes, who?”

You wet your lips with your tongue, mouth suddenly feeling dry, “Yes, Michael.”

He could be so demeaning so quickly. Like a switch was flicked. He went from this awkward, sneering maths genius to a cold and domineering man who could pull any response he liked from you.

“Better.” He smiled, “Now,” Swiftly Michael tugged your panties to the tide, two fingers immediately grazing your centre. You jerked as he slowly dragged his fingers through your folds and up to your clit.

You were soaked.

“Tell me what they’ve taught you about Einstein, since you want to use his words as a toast.” He looked you in the eyes as your breath caught on itself, his fingers swirling around your bud slickly.

Michael suddenly paused, stilling his fingers, “Unless you only used him to try and impress me?”

Irritation coursed through you alongside frustration, “I didn’t use him to im-“ Your voice stilted as he began to rub his fingers against you again.

“To what?” He mocked you.

“I-Impress you. We learnt abou-t him and his wife recently.”

“The wife he divorced?”

“Yes.” You grit through your teeth, pleasure winding powerfully through you. Your toes curled in your shoes, stomach clenching as his fingers dipped back down to your entrance, scooping up more of your slick to drag back to your bud. Your eyes flittered around the pub, checking nervously to see if anyone had noticed what was going on underneath the table.

No-one had.

“Surely you can find the words to tell me more?” One long finger suddenly pressed inside of you, causing you to gasp loudly, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, “Or are you dumb already?”

“H-his wife was a brilliant physicist,” You struggled to control yourself as he crooked the long finger inside of you, curling it up against your inner walls, “And a-a mathematician.”

“Was she now?”

“Yes. Mileva Marić. They were married for a decade, and he-“ All thoughts escaped you as Michael added a second finger with the first, the stretch pressing into you deliciously as he immediately hooked his digits. You blinked mouth agape whilst looking at him, feeling your face become flushed.

His eyes were half lidded as he watched at you intently, watching your every reaction, testing and teasing to see what made you tick, eager to make you come undone.

This was affecting him as much as it was you.

Only he didn’t care for others catching on.

His stare urged you to continue.

“H-he was cruel to her.” You muttered, brain struggling to catch up.

Michael hummed, “Most men of historical notice were. It was the norm.”

“It doesn’t m-mean that it was okay.”

“No. But a man such as him surely deserves more merit in your eyes.” As his fingers crooked into you, slowly rubbing the spongy patch inside, his thumb pressed against your bud, causing you to shift your hips towards him, grinding down on his hand as you breathed a breathy moan, “Einstein did things that no men could.”

“I-if it was all his w-work to begin with.” You argued weakly, unable to keep your voice sturdy.

“What do you mean?” Michael’s interest halted his hands movement, but this lapse in control only lasted a moment before he corrected himself and began again.

“M-Mileva scored higher than him in applied physics. Five to his one. I-It's believed she helped him complete equations that he couldn’t without the credit. I-It's why he promised her the money f-from his Nobel Prize.”

The mans fingers slowed down their ministrations as he digested your stuttered information, the coil within you already beginning to tighten, “Fascinating.” He breathed, edging closer to you, “Tell me more.”

“Many women-” Michaels thumb began to quicken, halting your thoughts abruptly, your hands still clutching the edge of the table, knuckles aching.

“Many women, what?” He parroted you meanly, “Don’t tell me you’re close already, are you?”

You swallowed thickly, not willing to open your mouth lest a moan or gasp fall out. Michael chuckled quietly, his fingers quickening the pace within, causing you to arch towards him and grind down against his hand again. His arm subtly moved against you, and if anyone in the pub looked, they would surely know what was going on.

“Look at you,” He cooed, his other hand brushing hair behind your ear, “Already so close.”

You whined, trying to shift closer to him and his hand, if that was even possible.

“Does it turn you on that I’ve got my hand in your cunt for all to see?” He purred, “If someone just turned around right,” His fingers pulled out from you momentarily, moving up to your clit where he pinched it between thumb and forefinger, causing you to jerk, “Now, and looked closely enough, they’d be able to see how you’re desperately grinding down against my fingers.”

Your core clenched around him at his words.

“Oh, you do like it.” He tutted, “Such a dirty little whore.”

You whined again, “Michael I-“

“Shhh, don’t you worry that pretty, little, empty head.” He cooed, emphasised by swift rubbing circles on your bud, “I’ll take care of you, but only if you behave.”

You nodded desperately, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. You would do anything. You were desperate at this point. The week of waiting for him had filled you with anticipation, and meant you spent most of your nights with your fingers or vibrator between your thighs thinking about him and your last meeting in the library.

Michael watched you nod and grind down on his hand, his pace slowing so that you couldn’t get much out of it besides a slow and steady buzz of pleasure.

He seemed to think for a moment, deliberating, before an almost cruel smirk pulled at his lips.

“Do you know your times tables?” He asked, fingers almost still at this point, only languidly moving to keep you riled, or to remind you of what he was doing.

You could scarcely think, scarcely exist without feeling as though you were at any moment about to come undone, his hands keeping you just at the precipice. Your mind was hazy, and any and all thoughts of substance had seemed to escape you.

“Use your words.” He encouraged you in a demeaning manner.

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. Not just a pretty face then.” The backhanded comment could have made you smile, “We are going to play a game.”

Could have.

Your eyes widened slightly, hands dropping down to clutch the underside of the table, “A game?”

“Yes.” He gave you an encouraging smile, “Good job. A game.” He was treating you like you were a child who is only just beginning to understand a basic concept, “I’m going to ask you an equation, and you’re going to answer it. If you’re correct, you get a reward. If not,” He paused, fingers teasing you again, “You get punished. Do you understand? Or do I need to dumb it down for you?”

The way he was speaking to you, so meanly, so smugly, made you clench harder around his fingers.

You liked when he was mean to you.

“Answer me. Yes or no.”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Alright,” His hand paused its movements, pulling his fingers out to just rest lightly against your bud, barely touching you, “What is the sum of seven times nine? I’ll use small numbers so that it doesn’t confuse you.”

Slowly, you did the maths in your head, “Sixty-three.”

Michael smirked, “Good girl.” You keened at the praise, and felt his fingers press a little harder into you, his movements beginning to start again slowly, though not enough to give you any pleasure.

“What is fifteen times six?”

Oh god.

“Um,” You shifted, blinking rapidly to try and do the maths, but every time you got somewhere, Michael would press against you harder as if he knew, ruining your train of thought.

“Come on,” He teased with a swirl of his fingers, “That’s an easy one.”

-5 is 75, then-

“Ninety.” You gasped out.

“Good, good. So clever of you.” He cooed, though the sarcasm dripped from his lips. His fingers once again pressed harder, sparks of pleasure finally springing up inside of you. The sound of the pub was loud around you, and in the dim light, you could see that a blush had spread across his cheeks.

“One more and then I’ll give you your reward. If you get it wrong, then you get nothing. Ready?”

You nodded shakily, chasing his hands with your hips. He tsk-ed you and stilled his hands, “Don’t be greedy.” You apologised softly and stilled, waiting for him to start again.

"Twelve times seventeen.”

Oh God.

What?

“M-michael, that’s not-“

“What? It’s easy enough. Even the thickest of people could get it. Though I suppose you’re getting all pretty and dumb for me anyway.”

“I-“

“How about this,” He smirked, and the way he did it caused you to sit on edge, “I’ll help you since you’re such a stupid little girl.” Michael plungers his fingers into you with no warning, immediately fucking them into you rapidly.

You sucked in air sharply, feeling the coil within begin to pull taught.

“Twelve times fifteen is one-hundred-and-eighty. You need two more twelves. Do you know what two times twelve is?”

Did you?

Jesus.

“I- It’s twenty four.” You answered shakily, surprised at your own voice.

“Twelve times seventeen?” He repeated the original question, “Oh dear, you really do have no brain.”

“N-No.” Your voice shook with how roughly and quickly Michael fucked you on his fingers, “Two times twelve.”

“Ah, clever little idiot. Go on now, what is one-hundred-and-eighty plus twenty-four.”

Your brain couldn’t do it, too hazy with how he was degrading you and how well he was touching you. You just wanted to cum. All you wanted was to cum. And then his thumb joined, swirling over your clit slickly as his fingers pistoned in and out of you, the sound of your wet rising from beneath the table. Your arousal pooled onto the back of your skirt and the wood of the seat.

“T-two-hundred-and-“ Michael pressed his thumb brutally against your clit suddenly, fire coursing through you, ruining your train of thought once again.

Damn him.

“Two-hundred-and what?”

Oh god.

“Two?”

Michael frowned at you, though you could tell that he was pleased, his fingers pulled away from you quickly, your eyes widening.

“N-No!” You grabbed his wrist keeping it against your inner thigh, his slick fingers pressing against your skin, “I-I-“

“Wrong answer.” He tutted, “You’re so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid and desperate, look at you.”

“Please, please,” You begged, clit throbbing, “I know- I know what the sum is. Please.” You pulled his hand back to your core, his fingers stiff as you ground against them desperately, “It’s two-hundred-and-four. Two-hundred-and-four. Michael, please.”

Michael’s fingers did not move, and watched you with entertainment as you desperately rubbed him against you. You needed to cum. You needed it. You didn’t care who saw. You didn’t care if it was degrading. You needed him. And you needed him now.

“Look how fucking desperate you are.” He laughed, “So pathetic. Whining like a bitch in heat as you grind against my hand. Are you that desperate to be a little whore?”

“Yes. Please. Please, Michael. Please. I need it.”

“You need it?” He smirked.

You were so close, so so close, “Please, please.”

“Tell me you need me.” He breathed, face coming closer to yours, his breath fanning agains your lips.

You licked your lips again, swallowing thickly, “I need you.”

Gavey smiled toothily, “You’re so pathetic.”

And without a second thought, or really without even a first thought, you nodded in agreement, “I’m pathetic. Please. Please, Michael, I want you.”

“What will you do to get it?”

“Anything. Please.”

“Anything?” He asked again, eyes searching your face.

You nodded desperately, needing him more than you had ever needed something before “Please.”

“Okay.” His fingers slipped back into you as he breathed the word, almost as if he was bored, like fucking you with his hand in public was an all too boring affair.

Mundane.

Little to nothing coming out of it for him. But in that moment you didn’t care as the coil within began to wind again.

“Fuck.”

Michael leant forward, his lips beside your ear so that you could hear him clearly, “You’re going to cum on my hand in this disgusting little pub like the dumb, desperate, little slut that you are, and then you’re going to thank me for it. Understood?”

“Yes.” You whined, hand gripping his wrist as it pummelled into you, thumb brutally swiping your clit as his fingers brushed over the sensitive patch inside of you over and over.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” His lips brushed your neck, causing a shiver to roll through you.

“Fuck. Y-yes.”

Michael leant forward, his lips brushing against the skin beneath your ear, his sharp nose nuzzling into your hair before he bit down on you roughly, causing you to gasp. To anyone else in the pub it would have looked like an intimate gesture, a man trying to whisper something sweet into his dates ear, but to you, it was damning.

You were so close, so so close, and all it took was four little words to send you over the edge. Michaels tongue lapped at where he had bit you before he came back to your ear one last time.

“I own you now.”

Pleasure erupted through you, your release bursting from within. You jerked in your chair against him, tucking your head into the side of your neck as you hid your face, grinding down onto his had as you whimpered. Michael plucked pleasure from deep within you, his hand not once slowing, prolonging your orgasm. It was only when it began to subside did his hand slow as you breathed raggedly against his neck, slumped into your chair and against him.

Your heart thumped against your ribs as you panted, and gently Gavey withdrew his fingers from within you, a wince falling from your lips from oversensitivity before he pulled your panties back into place.

Michael cooed you gently, “Good job.” Almost inaudible in the loud of the pub, “So good f’me.”

Fatigue washed over you like a wave, crashing into you so fiercely that you didn’t have the strength to sit up yet. You were fucked out, mind thinking of absolutely nothing as you nuzzled your face into his neck further, breathing in his scent.

“Hm,” Michael hummed, “You still with us?”

You hummed back in reply dreamily, only moving back when Michael pulled you away, watching you with half lidded gaze as he looked over your disheveled form. Michael laughed again, eyes crinkling in the corners as he brushed his hand against your cheek. Your first thought was how pretty he was when he smiled, and then you felt the wetness of your slick clinging to your skin crudely.

With a curious touch, Michael moved his fingers across your lips, the taste of yourself tart and warm as he caressed you. You opened your mouth for him and let his fingers inside, immediately tasting yourself as he rubbed his digits against your tongue slowly as you held your mouth open for him, drool beginning to pool at your bottom lip.

“Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded lazily, small smile flicking at the edges of your lips. Michael pulled his fingers from your mouth and used his thumb to smear the saliva that had pooled at your bottom lip over lips messily.

He tutted, “Dirty girl.”

“Mmm.” You hummed in content.

Michael eyed your half drank drink, nodding towards it, “Finish it.”

You did as he bid, brining it to your lips as you kept your eyes on him, swallowing it quickly before placing the glass back on the table, a warm fuzzy feeling slipping over you, a little space that was warm and safe and cozy. Then Michael stood, rather abruptly, like he had remembered that he forgot to turn the stove off, chair hitting the wall behind him as he looked down below at you.

“Time to go.”

You stood, on shaky legs to follow, adjusting your skirt sheepishly, knowing that there would be a damp patch at the back but not caring enough to hide it. In a way, you wanted people to know what had happened, and in some ways your wish had come true.

A table in the middle of the pub nearby had half of its eyes on you, whispers and smirks shared amongst one another, watching as Michael grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd roughly. Wolf whistles and hoot’s were called after you, followed by rambunctious laughter. You weren’t sure if they had seen what was happening under the table, but you were sure they had seen his fingers in your mouth.

The door to the pub was swung open as Michael pulled you out sluggishly behind him. As you stood in the crisp air he spun you abruptly, grabbing your face as he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue immediately swiping against yours, trying to taste your essence that lingered there. Michael groaned into the kiss, pressing his body against you, where finally you could feel how much what had transpired had affected him. He pulled back, restraining himself as his sharp nose bumped into yours as he moved.

And then he was gone, stepping away from you as he began to walk away. You stood dumbfounded as you watched him, snow beginning to fall from the sky.

Do you go after him? Was this it? Did he just use you in the pub only to humiliate you out the front?

A wave of confusion and hurt washed over you, but before it could turn to anger, he stopped and faced you again, a soft smirk on his lips.

“You coming? You said anything.”

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