#indecent proposal fic

[coveredinbees]

Hi ya! I’m a huge admirer of your work! Will you be back on AO3? Indecent Proposal?

Happy and Healthy New Years to you

Happy new year to you too! 😊

Theoretically, I do have 10,000 words of Indecent Proposal sitting on my laptop, just waiting to be edited. I have the whole plot outlined, and it seems silly to leave it unfinished. I've just been super busy, and it's been hard to stay motivated when Netflix left us in a Kathony-drought.

I promise I'll start working on it again. 😬

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Indecent Proposal

Part - 2

Chapter warnings : fluff, FLUFF, Leaving toxic household, Lovesick bucky and reader, crying (lots),the nicknames, smut (fingering and unprotected sex)and lovemaking (idk...anyways... I'll add if there's anything more)

Words : 3.9K

Note : Look, I'll be honest with you all.The English in my head is much better than what I write.Like I'm happy with what I write but, I'm still unsatisfied.. It's a complicated feeling.And, I am trying to widen my vocabulary in writing.I promise to do better.Anyways, I hope you enjoy this part!

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Days flew by and time between you and Bucky became less making your heart hurt.He sneaked in most nights much later after you locked your room and that was the only time you ever spent together.

Love is supposed to be a free feeling.You were desperate for that free feeling all your life.And when Bucky brought it to you with his presence you were so grateful for him.

Thankfully, your mom didn't know that Bucky lived right across your house.There was hope for the both of you after all, he sneaked in at night when you signaled him with your table lamp.

You did the same tonight waiting for his arrival.You remembered last night while you waited...

"I'd love it if you come with me to a place tomorrow...There's something I want to talk to you about... "

You looked at him for a while, were you hearing him right?

"...At midnight?"

"Yes."

You looked at him as you moved closer to him, trying not to show worry on your face but, Bucky noticed it.He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear"You trust me,baby?"

That was a definite Yes.You trusted him with your heart, soul and life.You smiled at him and whispered 'yes' into his hand that stroked your cheek.He smiled gazing at you like a dream.He had nothing but love in his eyes that gently adorned your eyes.If only there was a way for him to express how much he loves you... He would have already done it.Words simply can't even begin to express the love he has for you.He strongly hoped to spend his entire life loving you.There was only one question remaining and he wished you would say 'yes' to that too.

He tucked the little box in his pocket and made his way over to your window, looking forward to that one moment.

You heard the little tap on your window as you carefully stepped out your window and into his arms.He asked you if you were okay and you kissed him in response.You walked hand in hand,towards where he wanted to take you, after a few more stolen kisses under the glowing moon, reminding you of the first night you met him.

It was late and dark and you were in your pajamas.But, you weren't scared one bit.You hugged his bulky arm as you made your way to the pier on the cove of the beach you frequently visited.It was different this time, it had little lights flowing across the small roof atop the bench, with flowers around the thin wooden railings.It was beautiful.

Bucky after knowing that Tony actually built the pier after joining the town's association asked him for a small favour.Tony happily agreed and set it up with flowers and lights.He was happy for his little friend building up the courage to ask you out after all.

He squeezed your hand gently as you made your way across the pier to the bench at the end.

A life without risk isn't a life at all.Bucky knew that even before his uncle's advice.And so he also knew, that he wanted to ask you now, more than ever.He was beaming with excitement and seeing your eyes glowing from the lights only made him fall more and more in love with you.As you excitedly ran to the edge to look at the way the moon and the sea met Bucky had already knelt down.He was entranced by the way the wind touched your hair making it flow like the waves of the sea.He was smitten with you.

You turned around to beckon him over but your hands suddenly flew to your face, tears already forming at the sight before you.How did he know your heart more than anyone else... Maybe that's what love is, knowing someone else more than you know yourself.

"It's so much more than loving you,y/n.It's wanting to be with you all the time.It's wishing to know how your eyes flutter open in the morning.Or how they slowly close at night.I want you.To know you.And to love you and your entirety forever.I love you and there's so much more to it than mere words.I wish I could just show you how much you mean to me.I wish I could let you look into my heart so that you would see how in love with you I am.You are my world and I will spend every day for the rest of my life proving this to you.I am whole heartedly yours.I always will be,for you have all of my heart.Marry me?"he confessed, his eyes glossy.

There is no love that feels like his in this world and I would say yes over and over again and so I did."Yes!Yes!Yes!Bucky!Forever!!"I cried out kneeling with him to hug him tight.His declaration made your heart beat faster and cheeks hurt from smiling.As long as time exists, I would always be his and he would always be mine.I was sure of it.

Holding me by the shoulders he lifts me to my feet with him.We stand there sharing happiness through our shining eyes and excitement for the future.A dream that will be reality.Holding my hand up, he slips the ring on my finger.He sighs caressing my hands and then kisses it.The familiarity of home the ring brought to us made us faithful for a life ahead of us.He kissed my forehead and then the tip of my nose and my temples,cheeks, chin and finally my lips.We were a giggling mess.We bumped noses when I was going to kiss him the way he kissed me.I pull him closer to kiss him making sure he knows that this life isn't enough for all the kisses and love I have for him.He lifts me by the waist making me lean down at him to kiss him.It was a dream come true.We stayed there for a few more moments taking in the feeling of what just happened.We talked about leaving and 'how' we were going to leave.He wanted me to be ready and packed as soon as possible.I could not agree more.

A few days later, I went down to have dinner for the last time with my family.I know that they aren't really the best parents but I still love them and I wanted to spend this last few minutes with them.After dinner, I went upstairs to my room to check for probably the millionth time if I packed all I wanted and reread the letter I pre-wrote for my parents.I had written all that I wanted to say to them since forever.And that I would not be back at all.It hurt to leave them but I knew I will be much happier with Bucky.

I waited and waited listening closely to the footsteps of my parents before they went to sleep and then I signaled him.He was out in no time approaching my window and asked me to throw down the bag.He caught it with ease.I looked at my room for the last time before descending the ladder and into Bucky's arms.

Bucky had told his uncle everything and of course he was happy that his nephew was in love and that he supports his decision of leaving.He had packed his few clothes and cookbooks in a small bag before and as soon as he saw the signal he hugged his uncle goodbye and came straight to you.

He thanked Tony since he offered to help drop them off near the train station.The car ride acquainted you and Tony and you thanked him for his help too.Your father knew him a little but this was the first time you ever talked to each other.You knew that he had a little daughter and a wife both of whom were really sweet.You trusted him to keep this a secret.

You soon arrived at the train station and waited for your train after saying goodbye to Tony.He congratulated us on our engagement merrily, before leaving us alone.

I still remember that night as we sat in our seats wrapped together by a thin blanket he brought with him as we were feeling really cold.I could not fall asleep excited to see our life ahead.I took all the money I earned working in the library and as an intern, which was not much but I was happy with.Bucky said that his parents savings were in his account which could last them a few months.But you decided on getting a job.You scanned the newspaper for any new jobs to the place you were moving to and found a few vacancies for realtors, which didn't require much qualifications and you chose it.You told Bucky who beamed at your excitement and said "That sounds great!".He admitted that he was also looking for a job as an assistant chef in a reputable restaurant nearby and that he got it a few days ago when he went in for an interview.You both decided on staying at the house he grew up in.It was beautiful and it felt exactly like home.It had a small garden and beautiful windows.It was small and cozy in the best way.As you reached the door step, you chuckled as you were being lifted up by his arms bridal style.He brought you in together and put you down only when you kissed him.Bucky watched as you ran around the house excitedly looking at the rooms.

He brought in both your bags and shut the door.He was tired from the journey and so were you.He knew that when he saw you lying on the bed, eyes already fluttering closed.

He laid beside you gently putting his arm around the back of your waist and as soon as you sensed his touch, you moved closer, face buried between his neck and chest, as your arms wrapped around his large back.He smiled at your touch,pulling you closer and kissing your temple before falling asleep with you.

Almost a week later, you were getting ready for the little wedding ceremony Steve planned for the both of you.Natasha was brushing your hair, asking you questions about your life since you arrived home.You knew exactly what she wanted to know but you dodged her every question.She looked at you directly through the mirror and asked you, "Did you guys do it?" she asked teasing.Your cheeks burned, "Nat!".

"What?!...I just wanted to know..."

You finally gave in."Look, we didn't do IT.I just... I don't know... I guess I wanted to wait.."You definitely wanted him, you craved for his touch since the first kiss but, you were nervous.You wanted to be the best for him.Sensing the worry etched on your face, Nat spoke, "He loves you,y/n there's nothing you have to doubt or worry about.".She was right, you knew he loved you since the first day and when you found him taking care of you more than himself, since the day you arrived here.The last Sunday,you were having cramps as usual as your period decided to arrive.Great!Just when you wanted to do it with him.He made you a heating pad and bought way too many chocolates from the store nearby but you didn't complain.Only,you wanted him near you and he gladly joined you on your couch, his warm chest against your back as his hands slid to your lower belly, rubbing gently at your soft skin.Your pain subsided a little from his touch.You sighed then you felt his chest rumble as he asked you,his lips grazing your earlobe"You feel better, baby?".God, this man is gonna be the death of you."Yes, Bucky"you hummed, relaxing into his touch.He pampered you all day, making you food that alleviated your pain.You snapped out of your thoughts when Nat called you.She already put on the light veil and your hair fell the right way.You stood up to look at your dress.It was a simple white satin dress with spaghetti straps."You look beautiful."Nat said, her lips in a smirk.Yes, you did.

You walked to the door with Nat, your bridesmaid, nervous as the door was gonna open any minute, into the aisle.Steve set up a friend of his, to officiate the ceremony.You were finally getting married, you smiled to yourself.

Bucky put on his only suit, his birthday present from Steve.He brushed his hair taking in a deep breath looking at himself in the mirror."Looking good, man!"Steve's voice interrupted his thoughts."You ready?"the best man asked.Bucky replied with a nervous 'yes' as he walked to the aisle waiting for you at it's end.He couldn't wait to be married and be your husband.

The door opened and his eyes met yours and it all felt magical again.You were so beautiful always but now, you were ethereal, walking down the aisle in that white dress, you looked like an angel.His angel.His eyes were blurry with tears of joy and love,already forming and slipping past his cheeks.

You were smiling, cheeks hurting and eyes already teary as you walked towards him slightly faster.His hand reached out to take yours and you gladly gave yours.You left his hand to wipe his tears as he did the same for you.You smiled at each other and you could tell that this was the happiest moment of each of your lives.The officiant began to speak but you were both lost in each other, you could only focus on the way he rubbed his fingers against your hand, comforting you.

The officiant, Mr.Strange, as Steve called him, began to recite the vows for Bucky who repeated..."I, James Barnes, take you, Y/n l/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always...".He paused before adding,"You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together....".You squeezed his hand, trying to stop crying but to no avail.And the officiant turned to you, to read out the vows, you said after him, "I, Y/n l/n, take you, James Barnes, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always....Forever with you simply will not be enough, but from this day forward, I vow to make the most of every moment."you added, gazing at him as he whispered "I love you" with his lips only for you to hear.You finally exchanged rings, the ring that sat on your finger earlier, now yours forever.You slipped the ring, you bought for him, with your savings, etched with the words, 'my love' and the date of the night you met engraved on its inner side.The words, "I do." slipping out from both your lips, in sync as you leaned in to kiss him.One hand held your waist, and the other your cheek as he dipped you, urging you to hold on to him.Your heads feeling fuzzy from the tears and the kiss but, mostly from the kiss, you turned to Nat to see her smiling as she handed you the bouquet and congratulated you.After a while , Steve introduced you to the officiant, who blessed you both for a joyful married life.Sam congratulated you both, joking about how he didn't cry AT ALL even after Steve and Nat saw him bawling his eyes out through their own glassy ones.You returned home, thanking your friends for the hundredth time for this wonderful wedding they planned for you.

He lifted you, bridal style, again, as he walked through the doorstep with you giggling in his arms.You had already removed your veil after he placed you on your feet,to shut the door.He took you up to the bedroom, putting on a record for your 'first dance' as he called it.You smiled up at him as he held out his hand and slow-danced with you around the room.This felt right.Your head rested on his chest as you both swayed to the music.You pulled back a little to look up into his eyes, hoping he could understand you.He understood and thankfully the song ended just in time.You started to kiss him gently,him meeting you halfway.You pulled back to look into his eyes, before beginning to unbutton his vest underneath the jacket.You looked at him for a while, wanting to ask him but before you could, he unbuttoned his vest and took off the jacket.You helped him unbutton the dress shirt, but forgot about the cuffs, making both of you chuckle.He gazed at you, full of adoration and love, as always and kissed your temple while you unbuttoned his cuffs.Your eyes wandered and so did your hands,caressing his shoulders and chest.He looked into your eyes,full of desire, to ask permission to remove your dress.He slipped the straps off your shoulders, as soon as you nodded your head with your bottom lip between your teeth,the dress pooled at your feet in an instant.You were only in lace panties now and too shy to look at him.His hand found the underside of your chin as he lifted your face gently kissing you.

He wanted you as much as you wanted him."You're so beautiful...I really wanna make love to you, baby...I've waited for this,for so long..."he whispered softly against your cheek as his calloused hands found your waist."Please Bucky... Make love to me..You don't know how much I want you..."you said kissing his neck between words and pulling back to lay on the bed.You held out a hand for him to take.He took in the sight of you as he discarded his pants, his mouth agape.You looked so beautiful each time he saw you,and he gazed with more wonder every single time.He smiled at you shyly, a slight dimple forming in his left cheek.He took your hand as he moved toward you, his other hand supporting himself on the bed.Reaching your lips to kiss you fervently, his body warmth engulfed you like the warmth you craved for every winter night.Lips moved against yours perfectly, his tongue coming out to trace your lips, before moving into your mouth as you allowed him to.His hands roamed your body, his fingertips grazing along the sides of your body,teasing you,that made goosebumps erupt on your soft skin.Your hand held on to his back, exploring it with your soft hands and urging him to press himself closer to you.He relished in your soft touch, letting out a breathy moan.Lips traced along your neck kissing and biting gently, as your hands moved through his hair.He reached down to wrap his lips around your nipple eliciting a moan from you, as he fondled with the other.Lips returned to your own as his hands moved down to your dripping center,fingers reaching only to your sensitive nub through your panties, before looking at you.

You nodded, eyes half lidded and pupils blown wide with desire,just like his were.His fingers slowly removed the only piece of clothing on you and gently reached into your pussy, feeling every inch of you.Your eyes rolled to the back of your head ,as he thrusted two fingers slowly.You were so tight and wet,already clenching around his fingers.You moans getting frequent and higher as his thrusts gained speed and hit that sweet spot inside you."Come on,baby,Let go for me.."Your orgasm rippled through your body,your walls fluttering around his fingers as his eyes adored your ecstatic face.He brought the fingers into his mouth,sucking it,never breaking eye contact as you blushed even more at the sight.You pulled him in to kiss you,tasting yourself on his lips"You taste heavenly...Wanna taste you the whole night.."he whispered in between your kisses.

His hips were rutting against yours,his cock begging to be inside you.It looked painfully hard,with a red tip already dripping pearls of precum onto your lower belly.He caught you looking at him,

"Please,Bucky.."

"Please what, doll?"

"I want to feel you..."

Now, how could he say no to that.He wanted to make you feel good with his head between your thighs as his tongue explored you and tasted you,and he was sure to do it another time.He wanted to feel you now.He could not wait any longer, he needed to be inside you, feel you all around him.He grabbed the base of his cock, gently covering his tip with the wetness of your folds.His brows furrowed as he thrust ever so slowly, and God, you were so perfect.You were so soft and warm and perfect and tight, you were completely blowing his mind.Your walls struggled to accommodate his girth and length, you gasped at the slight sting as he slowly thrust into you.

He didn't move for a few seconds, waiting for you to adjust,his head pressing into your neck and the side of your face, all the while, his mind short circuiting from the way your walls gripped him when your legs wrapped around his waist and your hips moved on its own as if asking him to thrust.And, he did, he kept thrusting as he groaned and whimpered sweet things into your ear.

"You feel so good, baby... I love you... I don't think I'm gonna last long... gonna make me cum so fast...You're so perfect...Love you so much,doll...".

You were moaning, and could barely form sentences from the way he thrust so deliciously, hitting your g-spot over and over again making you see stars."L-loove.."you were gasping and whimpering with each thrust, hitting that spot just the right way , "...love y-you, buckyy.."you managed to cry out as his thrusts became sloppier.He shut his eyes tight at the euphoric feeling,as he felt both of your orgasms approaching.

He was crying now,tears slipping past his cheeks and onto the area between your neck and cheek.He spilled endless ropes of cum into you, as he kept breathing your name over and over, barely able to thrust now as he felt your warm walls quivering.You were nearing orgasm as you felt hot tears on your neck.You felt him twitch inside you as you called out his name, like a prayer legs shaking from the blissful orgasm you two shared.Arms held on to his biceps as he fell gently on top of you.You could feel his warm seed dripping deep in you.Your cheeks and neck were dry with both of your tears and lips swollen from his kisses as you enjoyed the weight of him on you.He was still inside you, when you gently turned your face to kiss his tears away.

You laid there for a while, sleepy and exhausted from the actions earlier.Your bodies shined with a layer of sweat as you laid together, legs tangled and arms wrapped around.After a few, 'I love you's were exchanged, repeatedly, your eyes began to droop, his following not long after."Good night,Mrs.Barnes"he breathed,making you smile and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Sweet dreams,Mr.Barnes" you muttered back,kissing the tip of his nose.He smiled softly and pulled you in closer, lips brushing your forehead, as sleep overtook the both of you.

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An Indecent Proposal- Chapter 8

A03,Prologue, Chapter 1,Chapter 2,Chapter 3, Chapter 4,Chapter 5,Chapter 6,Interlude, Chapter 7

Daemon x Rhaenyra Multichapter AU:

Daemon leaves Rhaenyra at her wedding feast. Rhaenyra marries Laenor. After a year of trying to do their duty and produce an heir, Rhaenyra writes to Daemon.

She needs a true Targaryen heir.

It only needs to be an arrangement of business, she says. And it would result in Daemon’s child one day taking the Iron Throne.

Daemon accepts the proposal and returns to court.

Only, ventures like these are never simple. As much as they would wish to, Daemon and Rhaenyra cannot let go of the past, or the feelings they once had for each other.

Pain lanced through Rhaenyra’s abdomen. Fortunately, Laena was there to catch her as she doubled over, her knees shaking.

“The babe is coming,” Rhaenyra said. “Send for the maester and the midwives,” Rhaenyra yelled at the two maids who had burst into the chamber at the sounds of her distress.

Laena helped Rhaenyra to the bed and quickly began undoing the ties at the back of the gown. Another maid appeared to assist with a clean shift in hand.

“Laena, write to my uncle. He will want to know that the babe is coming.”

Laena kissed her friend’s forehead. “Be strong, Rhaenyra, I have faith in you. I will write to Daemon and find my brother.”

If the maid thought it was suspicious that Rhaenyra had instructed Laena to inform Daemon without any mention of her lord husband, she said nothing. Instead, she helped Rhaenyra settle into a more comfortable position as she was beset by labor pains once more.

***

“The babe will not come for many hours yet. Your opening is too narrow,” Grand Maester Mellos said.

Both midwives agreed with the maester’s assessment, though Merosi, the Essosi midwife said, “Princess, it will be a long night. Try to close your eyes between pains. They are still quite far apart.”

Hours later, the sun had set. Laena had long dispatched the letter to the Stepstones and was sitting with Laenor in Rhaenyra’s solar.

Rhaenyra was grateful that Laenor was not insisting on breaking tradition and taking a place at her bedside. She suspected Daemon would do so were he here, but his doing so would only rouse suspicion so it was just as well that he was in the Stepstones. Still, she prayed that by some miracle, he and Caraxes would reach King’s Landing in time for the babe to be born. It would ease her troubled mind to know that her lover was within the walls of the Red Keep, even if he could not be at her side.

The Westerosi midwife, Kalinda, assessed her after another agonizing labor pain. The midwife pressed her palm against her belly. “The babe is in the proper position. The head is down, Princess, but I fear there are still many more hours to labor. Your opening has not widened much since your pains began.”

One of the maids wiped the sweat from Rhaenyra’s brow with a cool cloth and Rhaenyra began to pray to any gods who might listen to bring Daemon back to her as swiftly as possible.

***

Wind and rain lashed Daemon’s face. He struck Caraxes with his whip, urging the Blood Wyrm to fly faster.

The full moon hung in the pitch sky like a ghostly galleon. The rain was worsening, but Daemon would not let a small storm keep him from Rhaenyra. Not when she needed him most.

Many grueling hours later the towers of the Red Keep were in view, streaks of light were just barely starting to brighten the horizon.

Daemon chose to land in the training yard of the Red Keep, which was blessedly deserted but for a pair of guards. After dismounting, Daemon pressed his forehead against Caraxes’s scales. “You did well. Return to the pit. Syrax will need you,” he said in High Valyrian.

Caraxes took off with a roar, and Daemon made his way to Maegor’s holdfast.

Ser Harrold Westerling and Ser Erryk Cargyll stood guard at Rhaenyra’s chambers.

“My Prince, we did not expect you,” Ser Harrold said.

“How fares the princess?”

In answer, Daemon heard Rhaenyra screaming loudly from within her chamber. Daemon froze, his heart clenching in terror.

“She has been laboring since yesterday afternoon, My Prince. His Grace and the Velaryon siblings are in the Princess’s solar. Perhaps you would like to join them.

Daemon would like nothing more but to dispatch both guards and charge into Rhaenyra’s chambers, but these men were honorable knights with whom he had no quarrel. If Ser Laenor, her husband, was waiting in the solar, then so too must Daemon.

Daemon nodded and proceeded to Rhaenyra’s solar, just down the hall from her chambers.

“Brother,” Viserys said, surprise evident in his voice. “You look awful!”

“I have been flying all night,” Daemon said, knowing perfectly well that he must look a mess. He crossed the room to Laena. “I thank you, my lady, for writing.”

“You are welcome, Prince Daemon,” Laena said with a small smile. “I am glad you have returned safely.”

A maid appeared in the doorway and said, “Lady Laena, the princess is asking for you.”

Daemon longed to follow Laena to Rhaenyra’s chambers, but instead he joined Viserys and Ser Laenor in cups of Arbor Gold. Daemon could only hope that the birth would not end in disaster as it had with Aemma and his beloved mother.

***

“I cannot push, you cunt! I am too tired,” Rhaenyra cried.

When Laena appeared in her chambers, a ghost of a smile crossed her face. “Laena, the stubborn babe will not come! He is too much like his father.”

Laena, she knew, would understand the true meaning of that claim.

“I will tell my brother you said so, Princess,” Laena said. She came to sit beside her dear friend and whispered, “Prince Daemon is here as well, waiting in the solar with your father and husband.”

Rhaenyra’s heart skipped a beat and she suddenly felt stronger despite the near eighteen hours she had been laboring.

“Princess,” Kalinda said from her position at the foot of the bed. “It is time to start pushing..”

Merosi, the Essosi midwife seconded the notion, pressing against Rhaenyra’s midsection. “The babe is ready to come, Princess.”

And so Rhaenyra pushed, and screamed, and bled.

But after a half an hour of near-constant pushing, Kalinda held a lusty baby girl with silver wisps and purple eyes. The babe cried and Rhaenyra thought her heart might burst.

“You have a beautiful, healthy girl, Princess,” Kalinda said, tears gathering in her eyes as she swaddled the babe.

“Give her to me,” Rhaenyra panted.

Merosi, however, said, “Princess, there is another babe coming. I can see the head.”

“Another?” Rhaenyra asked faintly. Impossible. No. She could not deliver another child.

“Yes, Princess. I know you are exhausted, but you must continue you labors. Push!”

Birthing the second child, though, was no easy task. The babe’s shoulder was stuck and the babe would not come.

Merosi called for two maids to hold Rhaenyra’s legs, the hope being that bending them in the right way would give the babe more room. Merosi took a position on the birthing bed, on her knees beside Rhaenyra. She placed one hand just above where the shoulder was thought to be, laid her other hand upon it, and with all her might pressed down.

The combination of these maneuvers, as well as three more strong pushes allowed Kalinda to pull the babe from Rhaenyra.

“A boy, Princess.”

The boy had no silver hair to speak of, and his eyes were closed, his skin somewhat dusky. He did not cry.

The tension in the room was thick as Kalinda wrapped the boy in a blanket and rubbed his chest, hoping to make him cry.

It was the longest minute of Rhaenyra’s life, but at last, the baby boy uttered an almost draconic shriek. Life returned to the room as the little girl was given over to Rhaenyra, and the boy to Laena.

Rhaenyra kissed her daughter’s forehead, the babe’s downy hair tickling her lips.

The baby boy finally opened his eyes and they were a lovely shade of lilac.

“What will you name them, Rhaenyra?” Laena asked.

Rhaenyra did not answer, but screamed again as the afterbirth was delivered, gushing from her in a grotesque wave. The maester declared there was too much blood, but the Merosi shooed him away. “We will care for the Princess, if you haven’t the stomach for it. Inform His Grace of the healthy delivery of his two grandchildren”

Grand Maester Mellos left the room in haste.

“This is Princess Alyssa,” Rhaenyra announced, handing the babe to Merosi.

She took her son from Laena, who had started to cry in earnest. “And this, is Prince Jacaerys, who will one day inherit the Iron Throne.”

“Those are beautiful names, true Valyrian names! Congratulations, my dearest friend,” Laena said.

Rhaenyra thanked Laena for being at her side as she labored, and then kissed her son’s cheek. Jacaerys Velaryon was beautiful, and Alyssa Velaryon was his equal in beauty. She had delivered two perfect children, and she was certain that both would make her proud.

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Dan made Blair happy. He got her our of the depression she was in from Chuck. Blows my mind to this day it wasn't Serena

the show did Serena wrong in so many different ways, and one of the ones that irks me Most is that they made her one of the people who made Blair feel responsible for Chuck's behavior and well-being. >:(

and, per your comment about Daniel, as the prophet taylor wrote: do I really need to tell you how he brought me back to life?

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Mine to Ruin - (Ari x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

The Boss' Boss - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Rewind? - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Fate - Part 3 - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

His Favorite Person - (Ari x Reader) - @navybrat817

I KNOW TIME WILL TELL IF WE'RE MEANT FOR THIS - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Pining - (Steve x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

Another Ending - 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Interrogation - (Steve x Reader) - @dungeonpuppykai

GODDESS - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweetbbarnes

A Gift From The Heart - (Sam x Reader) - @americasass81

Dirty Dance - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Soak Up the Sun - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Don't Get Sad, Get Even - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Turn back the clock - (Jake x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Another Ending - 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Date Night - (Steve x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Space travel - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

I Hate It When You're Drunk - 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

A Terrible Secret - (Ransom x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis One-shot - @foxgloveprincess

Reprieve - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Hold You Tight: Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Not so Vanilla Man - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Mission Accomplished - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Peculiar routine - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Filthy - (Bucky x Reader) - @simplyholl

The Anatomy of an Orgasm - (Ari x Reader) - @cevansbrat0007

Bucky and the Bench - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Soft!dark Ari - @angrythingstarlight

The Good Kind of Trouble - (Frank x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Eye of the Beholder - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

Another Ending - 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Wrong chose - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Goldilocks - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Run In - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Seeing My Beauty Through His Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Insatiable - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

long way home - (Lee x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

tempting fate in the park - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Highway savior - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Cold hearted - Chp 5 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Cold hearted - Chp 6 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Indecent Proposal - (9) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Indecent Proposal - (9.2) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.09.13

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. A Beginner's Guide to Living by kzwjhkdo [E, 62k]

In the aftermath of the war to end all wars, Harry had dutifully tried to follow the path set out for him. He'd tried to hack it as a wizard cop. He'd tried heterosexuality. He'd tried to exist in the public eye as a hero, saviour, beloved golden boy. He'd tried. Ultimately, he'd only lasted a few months before he'd disappeared into thin air. It's been fifteen years, now—it's been precisely fifteen years, six months, and twenty days. A lot has changed. Draco is a photographer, working with Pansy Parkinson at her fashion magazine. He has a potion business on the side. He's grown, he has a carefully cultivated life, and he's sure to have a very normal reaction to seeing Harry Potter again.

2. Long-term by Plume1304 [M, 17k]

On the one hand, there's Harry Potter, a policeman with a quiet, well-ordered life. And on the other, there's Draco Malfoy, with his white hair, his cigarettes and his bloody disrespect for the law.

3. When the Mask Falls by kittensoftpaws [T, 10k] *typo

Harry finally breaks down because of his past and Draco is there to help.

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Fest/Exchange

1. An Extremely Indecent Proposal by Anonymous [E, 33k]

[...] Unfortunately, there are some situations where you just can't take no for an answer. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Draco might just be in possession of some information that suggests that one Harry Potter could be up for a little…persuasion. Of the oral sex variety. What could possibly go wrong? ★ HD Hurt-Comfort Fest 2024 | @hd-hurtcomfort-fest

[hungermakesmonsters]

Catch Me If You Can

Epilogue

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : R - smut

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Smut and extreme cuteness. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~2.7k

A/N : I couldn't not write them getting married. This is a cute little send off for Billy and Reader.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | CHAPTER NINETEEN | CHAPTER TWENTY | CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO | CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE | CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR | CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Epilogue

TWO MONTHS LATER

You’d talked about a long engagement - it made sense given the fact that you’d only known each other for around eight months when he proposed (and those eight months had been some of the rockiest of your life). You’d both agreed that it was sensible to wait, to get used to living together before taking another big step in your relationship.

You made it six weeks before changing your mind.

Everyone thought you were crazy, Sam begged you to wait just a few more months (to Billy’s annoyance), and the news rendered Karen speechless for at least five minutes before she started to go into overdrive thinking about her bridesmaid duties.

You couldn’t explain why, you just knew. Nothing was going to change the way you felt about Billy and, every day with him just felt perfect, right. So, what was the point in waiting to make it official?

That was how you came to be standing on a beach in Mexico at sunset, a small group of your friends and family watching as you made your way towards the little altar and Billy. His mouth hung open as he watched you walk down the short, sandy aisle towards him and when you reached him, he was at a complete loss for words.

“I think that look means he likes the dress,” Karen joked in your ear.

Your dress was simple but elegant, hugging your figure in all the right places and showing just enough skin to be enticing without being indecent. Karen and your sister-in-law, Liv, and helped with your hair and make up, and you’d never felt better about yourself than you did in that moment. Especially with how Billy was looking at you.

“You look -” he tried and shook his head, “- wow.”

“You look pretty good too,” you joked, reaching for him to smooth the collar of his light grey suit jacket.

“You sure you want to do this?” He almost sounded nervous, like it was finally becoming real to him; you were going to be his wife.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this,” you smiled, your hand cupping his cheek for a moment, before finally turning to face the man officiating over the marriage. Billy took a breath before doing the same. 

You barely listened to the words being spoken, you were too busy watching Billy from the corner of your eye, nervous but happier than you’d ever been. And, when it was finally time for your vows, you turned to Billy, watching your normally calm and confident man fumble with a piece of paper handed to him by Frank.

“I never really had anyone in my life who loved me before you,” he started softly, his eyes fixed on yours. “I never had anyone want me after seeing every side of me, never had anyone who laughed at my stupid jokes until you. My life changed that day I took you for coffee and, since then, there hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you.”

You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry, that you didn’t want to ruin the wedding photos with panda-eyes, but the moment Billy took your hands in his, you felt your eyes starting to well up.

“When I’m with you I get to see the world in new and amazing ways; you give my life colour and meaning. I feel like I’m living and not just existing. And the way you love me -” his voice threatened to break, “- I never expected it, never thought I deserved it. But I promise you, from this day forward, I’ll do everything I can to deserve it, to deserve you. I promise to love you and protect you until my dying day, and I promise to make our lives together as fun and filled with happiness as I can. And I promise to trust you and listen to you, and never doubt you.”

He swallowed, trying to force the lump from his throat. “You’re my everything and I’ll never let you go.”

You blinked, still trying to hold back the tears as he gave your hands a gentle squeeze, and you were prompted to start your own vows. Unlike Billy, you’d memorised yours though, for a couple of seconds your mind threatened to go blank.

“Billy, you have the biggest heart and so much love to give. I know you sometimes think that it’s too much and that you want too much, but I promise you that’s not true. It’s never too much, not if it’s me and you,” you heard him awkwardly inhale through his nose, as if he was trying to fight back tears too. “I’m with you, no matter what life throws at us, I promise to stay by your side, and I will always protect and love you.”

You smiled at him and he smiled back with the most perfect and genuine smile you’d ever seen grace his lips. “I promise you a life full of adventure and bad jokes. And I vow to do everything I can to make you smile like that every single day because you do deserve it, Billy. Most importantly, I promise I’ll never leave you; I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Always,” he muttered softly, gripping your hands a little tighter.

The ceremony continued and soon enough he was sliding the ring onto your finger, and at the words you may kiss the bride, Billy moved faster than you’d ever seen anyone move, pulling you close and kissing you like his life depended on it. And you lost yourself to it and him, letting him kiss you until your lungs started to burn and you heard Karen clearing her throat to remind you that you had an audience.

The look on Billy’s face when you parted was enough to have you laughing, your hand pressing against his chest, pushing him back playfully, but lingering over his racing heart.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me now,” he grinned at you.

“No backsies,” you agreed, struggling to tear your eyes off of him, even though your guests were on their feet, waiting to congratulate you.

Frank clapped a hand on Billy’s shoulder, pulling him back a little.

“Congratulations, brother,” he said in that usual gruff way.

“Your turn next, Frankie,” Billy laughed, glancing at Karen who threatened to murder him under her breath. 

You spent the next half hour or so going around the guests. Sam and Liv congratulated you both, and Billy promised them that he’d always take good care of you. All of Billy’s friends took the opportunity to wish you good luck and tell you how much of a pain in the ass Billy was, making both of you laugh. And, when it was finally done, you all headed to the bar for food and drinks. 

And, when the music started playing, you and Billy got to have your first dance. He’d asked to choose the song and had kept it secret, and when you heard the opening bars of Ho Hey by The Lumineers, you found yourself smiling up at him, holding him tight in your arms. And, by the time it reached the chorus and you heard Billy softly singing the line you’re my sweetheart, the tears you’d been trying to hold back started to spill.

He held you tight and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he told you, over and over again, like he couldn’t get enough of the words.

And you knew that you’d never get sick of hearing them.

At some point, since arriving in Mexico, your niece and nephew had taken a real shine to Billy, and spent at least an hour chasing him around, tickling and wrestling with him. And, to your surprise, Billy went along with it, seeming to genuinely enjoy it. You’d never spoken about kids but, for a few moments you found yourself thinking that Billy would make a wonderful father one day. Maybe.

Eventually it started to get late and, one by one, your friends started to disappear until there was only you, Billy, Frank and Karen left standing. You sat and drank until well past midnight, until Billy’s hand started to pull on yours, and you knew exactly what that meant, so you got up and started to say goodnight.

“If you’ll excuse us, we’ve got to go consummate our marriage,” Billy grinned, and you gave him a slap on the chest as your cheeks started to heat. “If we’re not done by breakfast, send pancakes. I have a feeling we’ll be at it all -”

“Billy!” You hit him again, mortified as Karen and Frank both tried not to laugh.

“What? It’s not like they don’t know what we’re gonna spend all night doing,” he laughed.

You had to pull on his arm to get him away from them before he said anything else, both of you stumbling and giggling like drunken teenagers all the way back to the honeymoon suite.

While you’d been at the wedding, the hotel staff had been into the room to put out flowers and a bottle of champagne, and had sprinkled rose petals along the floor leading to the bed - not that you got the chance to appreciate it before Billy started kissing you. Your hands ran up his chest, over his shirt, his jacket having long since been abandoned, fingers starting to tug at buttons.

“I love you, Mrs Russo,” he murmured against your lips before capturing them in another searing kiss. 

You felt his fingers tugging at the back of your dress, pulling it down with a desperation that was just so Billy. You’d once found yourself thinking that, one day, he’d settled down, that he wouldn’t want you with such needy desperation, but now you knew just how wrong you’d been. Billy would always want you, and you would always want him.

He pulled back from the kiss when your dress fell, wanting to take in the sight of you. You’d picked the white lingerie set knowing exactly how he’d respond. And Billy didn’t disappoint.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he licked his lips, taking it all in.

“Yeah, Billy, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” you joked as you reached for his pants, stripping him down to his underwear.

“Oh, are we?” 

Before you could answer, he’d lifted you off your feet, spinning you around before playfully throwing you onto the bed and climbing on beside you, kissing you despite your laughter. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you melted into the kiss, losing yourself in the perfect moment. His hands explored your body, fingertips running over your bare skin like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“There’s so much I want to do to you, I don’t even know where to start,” Billy admitted, seeming almost lost and at the mercy of his own desires.

“I know exactly where I want to start,” you answered, gently pushing Billy onto his back and straddling him.

He looked up at you as you started to slowly grind yourself against him. It came as no surprise that he was already hard for you, and he felt so good pressed between your thighs. You were content to tease him like that for a minute or so, before you removed your bra. Billy’s hands slipped up your body, from your waist to your breasts. It wasn’t long before he was sitting up, his lips and tongue on your nipples, enjoying all the little sounds that slipped from your lips.

Eventually, you lightly pushed him down again, smiling a devious smile at him as you turned yourself around over him, practically straddling his face.

“I like where this is going,” you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was grinning as his hand started to trail up the backs of your thighs, his lips soon following after. It was almost enough to distract you from what you wanted to do. 

Your hands slipped his boxers down his thighs, freeing his hard cock, and Billy let out an eager moan as you took him in his hand and started to stroke him. Then you felt your panties rip.

“Billy!” You laughed.

“I want them for my collection,” he told you with a laugh of his own.

You were about to respond when you felt him part your folds and run his tongue through your arousal. The ruined panties were immediately forgotten as you lowered yourself and ran your tongue over the leaking tip of his cock. You felt him groan against you, causing you to shiver. Your lips wrapped around him and you slowly began to take him into your mouth, earning even more sounds from him. 

His tongue set to work against you as you sucked him, lips slipping up and down his cock in a way that betrayed just how much you were enjoying yourself. You trembled as his tongue alternated between teasing your clit and pressing at your slit, his name a gagged sound, moaned even though your mouth was full of him. It wasn’t long before you were grinding back against his face. 

You came suddenly, legs trembling as Billy’s greedy tongue continued to devour you while your lips kept moving, groaning around him until -

“Wait,” you heard him gasp, his hands pulling at your hips. You stopped and strained your neck to look back at him. “Not like this,” Billy panted, “I want to come inside you. I want the first time to be inside you.”

You weren’t sure why, but it made you smile how he wanted to make this moment special for both of you. Pulling away from him, before you could even fully turn yourself around, Billy had you pinned beneath him, his cock pitching into your so suddenly that it almost made your eyes roll back.

“I left something out of my wedding vows,” he told you breathlessly, stilling inside you, a ridiculous grin on his lips, “I promise to spend the rest of my life making you come as often as I can.”

“I’m glad you didn’t say that in front of everyone,” you laughed.

You gasped as he pulled up your leg, hitching it on his hip so he could bury every inch of himself inside you. His hand found your cheek and for a few moments he was content to just stare down at you, the smile on his lips enough to make you tremble around him.

“I love you,” he told you, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose, “and I vow to spend every night proving it by fucking your brains out.”

“I promise to let you,” you told him, reaching to slip your fingers back into his hair, pulling his lips to yours as he finally started to move.

It started slow, but it wasn’t long before your hips were lifting to meet his, desperate for so much more, desperate for everything. Every time he kissed you, you tasted a mixture of yourself and the Mai Tai’s you’d both spent the night drinking and it was an intoxicating combination. Your moans got louder and so did his, both gasping little breathless confessions of love, as you both took and gave everything that you needed.

When you finally came, it was his name on your lips, and Billy quickly followed after, remaining inside you long after he was done. His face pressed against your neck while your fingers ran through his sweat-damp hair, pressing little kisses to his temple.

It was strange to think how you’d gotten here; how he might never have noticed you if you’d remained sat in your car that summer's day, how you might never have gotten to this point if it hadn’t been for the faulty bathroom lock in your old apartment, and how you might never have seen him again if Michelle hadn’t sent him that thirst-trap on Halloween. There were so many ways you could have missed out on all of this, and just thinking about it made your heart ache.

You held him tight and pressed another kiss to his forehead, whispering; “I’m so glad we found each other.”

END NOTES : I promised an epilogue and there it is. Honestly, I just wanted to give them a happy send off. I know I already said it last week but thanks for reading, it's been a wild ride and I've really enjoyed writing and sharing this with you all! Maybe in the future there will be some one-shots, but for now I'm content to give them their happily ever after. I do have an idea of what I want to write next (don't worry, it's another Billy fic) and I'm going to post an excerpt sometime next week (and maybe even the first chapter but idk yet), so people can let me know if they want to be tagged in that, or if you already know you'd like me to tag you in future stuff, feel free to let me know in the comments or message me!

Have a great weekend!

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[ironstrange1991]

You're The Only Good Thing In My Life

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's Stephen and Y/n's last night of vacation and she decides to claim him as hers before give him back to the world.

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings: SMUT: unprotected p n v sex, oral with male and female receiving, creampie and cum eating. There is also a bit of jealousy implied.

A/N: This fic was inspired entirely by the song of the same name by the band Cigarretes After Sex. For total immersion I highly recommend listening to it. It's absurdly romantic, a bit sad (?), but very smuty. Hope you like it and have a nice reading.

There were few things in the world that truly left you in awe. One of them was Stephen, of course. The Eifel Tower, the mountains of the Scottish Highlands and the beach at night.

You could stay all night watching the waves hitting the shore, the foam forming on the sand, the smell of the sea air. Of course, all this was very beautiful in daylight when the sea reflected the blue of the sky and the waters shone like liquid sapphire, but at night the sea was endless and mysterious. The blue turned into black crowned by layers of gray foam.

There was nothing more beautiful than that, unless there was a storm on the way. The night sky clear with storm clouds that brings lightning and the sound of thunder in the distance announcing the arrival of heavy rain. That was without a shadow of a doubt one of the most beautiful things you could imagine and it was also the scene in front of you as you sat on the steps in the backyard of the house that Stephen had rented for you to spend a few days on vacation.

After you fought with him because he wasn't paying attention to you, he surrendered and decided to redeem himself with the indecent proposal of taking you to the beach and obviously you accepted.

It was seven days where you barely left the house. That's when you got out of bed. Stephen made sure the house was stocked with everything you needed and even when you wanted something that wasn't there, he always made sure to get it for you within a minute. Of course, being a sorcerer and traveling through portals helped with the task.

But of course you couldn't complain. You had the man you loved by your side all the time and you didn't need to share him with Wong or those annoying spell books. You could spend the whole day curled up in bed or sprawled on the sofa, you could swim in the sea, make love whenever you wanted and as often as you wanted. There in that house you were sure you had experienced paradise and you never wanted to leave.

Yet there you were sitting on the stairs, your bare feet in the sand, listening to the sound of the waves and watching the storm brewing and the lightning cutting across the sky and your chest was heavy knowing that you would have to leave the next morning and return to the reality of your work, as well as sharing Stephen with all the tasks he needed to do for Wong, for the Avengers and for the world.

For a whole week Stephen was just yours and now you needed to give him back.

Of course he could see you were sad. You had been lively and talkative all week and particularly that night you were sitting there quietly alone. You wanted to shake that feeling away, but it wasn't exactly an easy thing. However, when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching and felt Stephen sitting on the step behind you and pulling you to lean against his chest, you sighed, letting yourself be comforted by the only person capable of comforting you.

You closed your eyes for a second, feeling him kiss the top of your head, but you remained silent.

"A storm is coming." He said in your ear, making a point of rubbing his goatee against the back of your neck and as expected, your entire body tingled and he let out a satisfied hum.

"This always works." He pointed out, running his hands through your hair and holding it in a ponytail and then brushing his chin against your skin again. You shivered at the sensation and let out a small chuckle.

"May I ask what you're thinking?" His voice sounded low.

"That I love the beach at night."

"Hmm."

"And that I don't want to leave."

He held you in his arms and something in that hug made you feel that he shared with you that desire to stay there, just the two of you together, free from all routine worries.

"You know we can come back whenever we want." He promised.

"But you can never take a vacation. There's always something you need to do."

He stroke your hair gently and brought his nose closer breathing in your scent. He continued stroking your hair, but didn't say anything.

"What's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" You asked, genuinely curious as you watched the night sea.

"You naked in my bed." He teased making you giggle.

"I'm serious, Stephen."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

You chuckled "Okay. Besides that."

He thought for a minute and then hummed to himself as if remembering something.

"The first time I went to Kamar Taj the Ancient One showed me things I had no idea could exist. I was terrified, but those images never left my mind."

"Were they beautiful?"

"Scary, but very beautiful."

You nodded thinking for a second. "I think this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." You pointed to the sea in front of you. "Like this."

"You mean it's not me?" He teased and you grabbed his hand that was firmly around your waist and brought it to your mouth and gave it a small kiss before leaning your face into his palm closing your eyes and confessing.

"You're the only good thing in my life."

He sighed, cupping your cheek and making you turn to look at him. When you did, his eyes were like fire, darkened by what you couldn't tell if it was desire, love, or a combination of the two.

"I promise I won't let work come between us again. I love you. I've never loved anyone but you and I never will."

"Hmm. That's lovely, but as much as I'd love to believe, you can't promise that, Stephen. You're Doctor Strange, the world needs you all the time."

He shook his head. "I don't care. You're the only one that really matters to me."

You smiled, knowing full well that things were more complicated than that, but you decided to let it that way even if just for the night.

You let yourself be pulled towards his lips, surrendering to his hungry kiss and as if the universe was conspiring with you, a thunder resounded louder than the others and the lights went out plunging you both into the gloom of the night lit only by the constant lightning.

Stephen chuckled on your lips and you felt your entire body tingle at the sound. That was the effect he had on you.

"We should go inside before it starts raining." He suggested nibbling your lip, but you shook your head getting up, hiking up your dress to straddle him, sitting back on his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kissing him again, much harder this time, while grinding yourself in him.

Stephen wrapped you in his arms, surrendering to the kiss with a hum.

"I want you to take me, Stephen. Make me yours."

He smirked glancing at you. "Here on these stairs? What if someone sees us?"

You hummed while giving small kisses on his neck and making his skin prickle.

"There's no one around and to be honest I don't care at all. I just want to be yours."

You lowered your lips to his bare chest, kissing and nibbling, sucking on the skin to mark him. Inhaling his delicious scent. Between your legs, you could feel him hardening. The delicate fabric of your panties and his shorts were the only thing stopping you.

Stephen lolled his head back, sighing, but his grip tightened on your waist. "Oh sweetheart" He moaned "You always get what you want from me, don't you?" He held your chin making you look at him.

"It must be because you think I'm adorable." You smiled proudly feeling his cock twitching beneath you. You were always surprised by how quickly you could get Stephen into that state.

"You have no idea." His lips searched for yours again and he started to move you harder on his lap. His kiss becoming more and more desperate as his desire increased, making him impatient.

"I need to be inside you." He asked between your lips.

You stood up, reluctant to separate from him for even a second. Stephen pulled down the shorts he was wearing and kicked them to the side. You pulled down your panties and let them fall and pool around your ankles, kicking them next to his shorts and Stephen grabbed your hand pulling you back closer to him.

You straddled him and raised your arms for him to take off your dress. The damp wind of the stormy night made your skin prickle and your nipples harden. Stephen grabbed one of them and twisted the other with his fingers, making you whimper and grab a handful of his hair. Your hips moving back and forth making his cock poke into your folds and giving you both just a glimpse of relief.

When he got tired of playing with your nipples, his lips moved up your collarbone, his beard scratching your skin deliciously. He stopped at a point just below your ear and sucked hard on the skin, marking you and making you let out a little moan. He brought one of his hands between you, finally touching you where you needed him the most. His heavy sigh showing his satisfaction at finding you absurdly wet for him.

You pulled him back to your lips as he entered you with two fingers. He moved them in and out slowly, teasing you and making you moan against his lips, feeling the familiar electricity course through your body as the desire increased.

You whimpered still between his lips and he hummed in response knowing full well what you wanted because it was exactly what he wanted too. He grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of jerks and patted your thigh. You raised your hips enough so he could direct his cock at your entrance, but first he ran the tip through your folds, smearing it with your abundant slick and only then placed it exactly where you wanted it.

When you let yourself sink into his dick you felt the delicious stretch that you craved so much. Stephen stretched you so perfectly, his cock felt like it was made especially for you and you never got tired of that feeling and never stopped being amazed at how he made you feel. As if making love to Stephen was the only thing in the world you were sure you were made for.

Stephen groaned at the sensation, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back to his lips, kissing you with the characteristic desperation of when he gave himself over to his own pleasure. You had barely moved and he was already pulsing inside you, begging for his release. You leaned on his shoulders and began to slowly move up and down, gyrating your hips sensually and surrendering to your own pleasure. Stephen wrapped one arm around your waist and grabbed your ass cheek, squeezing it so hard you knew he would leave purple fingerprints on your skin.

"Fuck yes" He moaned making your whole body tingle. "You feel so good, sweetheart. You always feel so fucking good."

You let out a low hum, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling it lightly as the pleasure increased.

The thunder rumbled again and with it a fine rain began to fall, but you didn't care about it, in fact you received the cold drops with pleasure, as if they had some magical quality capable of making you even more eager for each other.

Stephen grabbed your ass cheeks with both hands and started helping you with the movements, thrusting up and moving you on top of him with more force and speed.

"Oh god, Stephen..." You moaned, lolling your head back and surrendering to the growing pleasure. Stephen took advantage of the fact that your breasts were on display for him and buried his face between them, nibbling and sucking on your skin. His groans and grunts getting louder and louder as he got closer to his release.

The rain intensified, washing you both with cold water and making you shiver and your hair stick to your back. Stephen's skin, however, was still as hot as before, he was always so warm, and the hot and cold sensation only added to your pleasure. Everything felt perfect, as if nature itself was blessing the love you were making. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment.

"Look at me, sweetheart." Stephen demanded. "I want to see when you cum on my cock. I know you're close. I can feel it."

You opened your eyes and bit your bottom lip. You loved knowing that Stephen had complete control over you. That he knew you so well to the point of recognizing each of the signs your body showed him.

"You're so fucking good, Stephen. Cock feels amazing." You praised feeling the knot tightening in your stomach.

Your movements became faster and equally clumsier, the sensuality giving way to the desperation of the search for the sweet release you craved so much. Stephen took complete control, moving you on top of him and thrusting up against your movements and you could both feel yourselves being dragged to the edge, and as the sensation grew dangerously close to unbearable, another sensation took hold of you with the same proportion, a love so great that it seemed like it would make your chest break in two. You doubted anyone could love someone more than you loved Stephen.

"Oh shit, sweetheart, I'm so close. Tell me you can feel it. Don't wanna finish before you."

You cupped his face between your hands, making him look at you and taking back control, putting more force on your hips and moving back and forth, letting the delicious contact of his pelvic bone and hair rubbing against your clit be the final trigger that would pull you into your ecstasy.

And without you needing to announce it, you came hard and the strong contraction of your walls squeezing his cock was enough to pull him along with you and when he finally got there he kissed you like never before, with a little desperation , but with a love so great that it didn't need to be verbalized, but he did it anyway, murmuring on your lips how much he loved you, how special you were, and how nothing in the world could take you away from him.

Your body was shaking on top of his and you didn't know if it was from the force of the orgasm, or the way you were feeling or simply because of the cold rain falling on you, but either way, Stephen wrapped you in his strong arms and carried you inside while outside the rain intensified.

The two of you ended up in the shower together, the hot water was welcomed by your cold skin and although you hated washing your hair at night, you didn't have much of a choice.

Stephen soaped himself quickly and took the lead, taking the opportunity to soap your back, being extra gentle while doing it and giving small kisses in the back of your neck.

"Do you think this will ever subside and we'll become a normal couple?" He asked surprising you. You turned to face him and let the hot water rinse the shampoo from your hair.

"And what would a normal couple be?" You asked, putting some shampoo in your hand and lathering his hair. You needed to stand on your tiptoes to reach his head and he could very well bend down, but instead he preferred to see you struggling because it was adorable. His words.

"You know, sex once a week, sometimes less. Good friends, but not so good lovers." He explained.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't ask yourself the same question sometimes, but you decided to be completely honest in your answer.

"I can't predict the future, but the way you made me feel out there..."

He waited for you to finish what you were saying, but you just pulled him forward, letting the water rinse his hair and dedicated yourself to applying conditioner to his hair and yours.

"What..." He insisted and you sighed cupping his cheek.

"I love you so much. Too much. Sometimes I feel this love crushing my chest or threatening to break it in two and it's a feeling so strong that I know I need to get it out of here and put it somewhere else otherwise I feel I'm going to explode. When we have sex it's like I'm putting my love in the right place. So, I don't see us having sex once a week because where would I put my love?"

You grimaced realizing the whole thing made much more sense in your head then when you said it out loud, but Stephen smiled.  "You're adorable indeed, you know that?" He said pulling you to his lips and kissing you softly.

"You know you can place your love on me whenever you want, don't you?" He teased and you slapped his shoulder.

"Shut up! You were the one who asked."

"And I liked the answer." He defended himself.

You pulled him to your lips, kissing him harder this time, letting the water rinse off what was left of the conditioner, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Stephen barely had time to turn off the shower and you were already grinding yourself in him. Maybe that was what made him so crazy about you, you were insatiable and he was the perfect match for you.

He threw you on the bed and filled the room with countless candles he conjured. He lit them with a complicated gesture of his fingers lighting up the room, and then crawled over to you with a beautiful smile on his lips that made your heart flutter.

"What do I do with you, Y/n? So much fire!"

He ran his lips over your breasts and your collarbone, moving them up your neck and stopping at your chin, leaving you with your mouth open, waiting for the kiss that he maliciously denied.

"Be my firefighter." You rasped and he giggled right in your ear, the baritone making your entire body tingle.

"No, I don't want to put out this fire." He said biting your earlobe and making you swallow thickly and squeeze your thighs together.

"Tell me you love me.” He asked, his eyes fixed on yours, his hands running down your body, his fingertips ghosting your skin.

"Again?"

"Yes, again and again and again." He traced your neck and collarbone with the tip of his tongue and moved up to your chin, biting it.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much..." He interrupted you with a hungry kiss and his hand finally reached where you needed him most. Your legs spread scandalously for him and he dipped his fingers in your folds.

"Look at this! So fucking wet for me again."

You closed your eyes, delighting in the touch of his slender fingers. They penetrated you and you began to move your hips against his hand much to his delight.

"I want your mouth." You asked through gritted teeth, desire barely letting you think straight. "Please."

He nibbled on your lower lip and increased the movements of his fingers.

"Want me to eat you, uh?"

You swallowed thickly, “…and I want you in my mouth too.”

He hissed, putting his tongue in your mouth and sucking yours hard. "...So fucking dirty, sweetheart."

But you knew he loved everything about you, you both loved each other in equal measure.

He rolled to the side and turned so you had access to his cock and turned you on your side, putting his head between your legs and diving into your folds. You moaned loudly, but you were eager to take his cock in your hand and put it in your mouth, delighting in the sensation of sucking and being sucked. You doubted that there was anything better in the world.

One of Stephen's many qualities was that he, unlike many men, had no problem getting dirty between a woman's legs. On the contrary, he took pleasure in it. When he gave you oral, it wasn't just his mouth he used, he used his nose, his chin, his goatee. Everything he could use to give you maximum pleasure and that night it wasn’t different.

He sucked your entrance, licked your wet folds, nudged his nose to your clit and sucked your juices, spitting them back out, making a mess. He loved it as much as you did and when he finally started sucking your clit and penetrating you with his fingers, you felt your body becoming weak.

It was how Stephen made you feel most of the time, weak compared to the strength of the love you felt for him.

You used to be outrageously loud when Stephen was eating you, but all your moans were muffled by his cock in your mouth.

You loved Stephen’s cock and he knew it, he was very proud of it. The way you constantly sucked him made him lose control of his actions and you loved watching him get lost in his own pleasure knowing that you were responsible for making him feel so good.

You started by sucking his head and then ran your tongue down his entire length, leaving it completely wet with your saliva, just the way you liked it. Your hands gently massaged his balls, eliciting a muffled moan from him while you flicked your tongue in his frenulum, licking and sucking the special spot and making him squirm with pleasure, but at no point did he stop eating you, on the contrary, his pleasure only made him more eager to give you more pleasure and the thing worked perfectly.

When you finally started to actually suck him, the two of you were close and the wet sounds you made were so arousing combined with the sound of the rain that seemed to get heavier and heavier outside.

You took him out of your mouth to breathe and gave him a couple of jerks before going back to sucking him and this time you went all the way down letting him go to the back of your throat.

Stephen stopped the suction on your clit with a pop and moaned loudly.

"Fuck sweetheart, swallow my cock... gonna make me cum." He rasped giving your ass cheek a hard slap and resuming his work with even more desire.

His words only served to push you forward and even though your eyes were watering, you continued sucking him and fucking him with your mouth, feeling him pulse and start to spill into your mouth as his mouth made you see stars.

You came together in each other's mouths and you both rolled to the side, lying on your backs, trying to regulate your breathing and recover.

"I think we outdid ourselves tonight." He said impressed and you both giggled until you stopped and felt silent.

"I don't want to go home." You confessed, sitting down. Stephen had his head resting in his hands, the position leaving his biceps visible. He seemed like a god to you. You doubted that a man could be more beautiful than your boyfriend.

"I don't want to share you with the world. I want you to be mine alone."

He sat up and caressed your cheek, tucking a strand of your wet hair behind your ear gently.

"I'm yours. No matter how hard I work or what I have to do, at the end of the day all I want most is to come back to you."

"But it's not like being here." You pouted and he smiled reassuringly.

"Then we'll come back here as often as you want. I can arrange that. Ask Wong to take over some things for me, pass some tasks on to other masters."

"You promise?" You asked hopefully.

"I promise." He smiled and then remained silent for a minute, when he spoke again there was a certain emotion in his voice.

"You said something out there that made me think."

"What?"

He smiled "That I'm the only good thing in your life."

"You are."

He held your chin between his thumb and index finger. "You were the best thing that ever happened in my life, sweetheart."

He kissed you softly and continued "We were meant for each other, it just took us some time to find each other. But now that we're together, nothing will keep us apart. Definitely not my work."

You smiled "So you don't think we'll end up like those couples that only have sex once a week?" You teased making he chuckle.

"Never."

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Buddie Hiatus Fic Rec - month 9 Jan 16 - Feb 15

0-5k

might as well be drunk in love by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck Teen | 2.3k Getting little-spooned by his drunk best friend was not on buck's maid-of-honour checklist, but. it's happening

She Said She’d Do It Again by Pansys_goth_gf / @pansysgothgf General | 2.8k Ana Flores runs into the 118 four years after her break up with Eddie. It turns out, a lot can change in four years.

hot cocoa by evcndiaz / @evcndiaz Teen | 3.1k Buck is freaking out about proposing. He gets an assist from Athena, Bobby, and. Well. Eddie himself.

our secret moments in a crowded room by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz Explicit | 3.7k In which a new probie at the station has a crush on Buck, Eddie is… a little bit done with the guy, if he’s being honest. And Buck is having the time of his life.

like a cat in the rain by oklahoma / @sunshinediaz Teen | 4.6k Sometimes, Buck forgets the lightning strike happened to Eddie, too.

things you shouldn’t say to me by coldbam / @coldbam Mature | 4.7k Eddie comes out, sleeps around, and Buck hears all about it.

5k-10k

finally found what i’ve been looking for by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck Explicit | 5k buck's good at basketball, eddie's trying really hard not to commit an act of public indecency about it, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly bloody beachside pick-up game can be the start of something new

i am just a fool, but i have loved you all along by oklahoma / @sunshinediaz Teen | 5.1k Buck asks Eddie on a date. Eddie spirals and makes a list about it. Everything works out in the end.

how to say what you mean by brownbananas (nickel710) Gen | 8.1k In which Eddie becomes a little obsessed with equipment maintenance and has a crisis of sexuality, and the two things are more related than he thought.

gonna make love to you for the rest of our lives by wikiangela / @wikiangela Explicit | 8.7k It's Buck and Eddie's wedding night, they're horny, in love, and obsessed with being husbands.

10k-20k

that green light, i want it by asteriasera / @asteriasera Mature | 11.1k Buck and Eddie hook up after Maddie and Chim’s wedding, then spend an inordinate amount of time not talking about what it means until the universe decides to intervene.

it's gravity after all by Iover_of_mine (I_almost_do) / @lover-of-mine Teen | 11.7k Buck and Eddie get trapped in an elevator. What else can they do besides talk to each other?

and we are homeward bound by glorious_spoon / @glorious-spoon Explicit | 18.1k Buck and Eddie get around to telling the people they love that they're together.

Winter Prayer by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars General | 18.2k When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief.

20k - 30k

let you set the pace by devirnis / @devirnis Explicit | 23.9k Eddie fucks Buck over a weekend.

30k +

A Minor Delay by rainbow_nerds / @rainbow-nerdss Mature | 43.6k Almost a year after the bridge collapse, a lot has changed. The team are scattered—Bobby and Athena on their Honeymoon, Hen on adoptive parent's leave, and Buck and Eddie... They may still work together, still have movie nights with Chris whenever they can, but things have changed. With Maddie and Chimney's wedding around the corner, Buck tries to make it perfect. And maybe, along the way, he might figure out why everything still feels... wrong.

The Cupid in Bel Air and His Thousand Kisses by Moonrose001 / @liptickyourway Explicit | 53.8k Eddie knew that when he and Christopher moved to LA, there would be a lot more deities than he was used to. What he did not expect was a Cupid that had it out for him, determined for Eddie to fall in love despite Eddie's repeated refusals, denials and threats. But Eddie needs a partner in the field and it seems like the winged weasel is the closest he is getting.

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sweet cliches masterlist

pairing: college!abby anderson x fem!preppy!reader

description: y/n really isn't abby's type, nor is does she seem to have anything in common with her. but hey, opposites attract, right?

series warnings: nsfw (smut in certain chapters), swearing, drug and alcohol use, mentions of violence, gym bro!abby, angst

hcs

the beginning

the relationship part II

casual dominance

nsfw

kinks

random abby hcs

fics

the friendzone

new years eve

party girl

blurbs

sfw

y/n falls first, abby falls harder

jealous!abby (borderline nsfw but nothing graphic, just mentions that abby and y/n have had sex)

abby w autistic!reader

first 'i love you'

abby w hoh!reader

"we'll never have sex"

early mornings (sort of nsfw)

commitmentphobia

abby taking care of drunk!reader

abby's love language

proposal

sweet dreams

faking it

nsfw

squirting w abby | pt.2 (feat. some messy coochie eating)

breeding kink

indecent polaroids

abby being a coochie fiend

drugs

scissoring

pierced nips

abby breaking the strap

daddy

early morning workouts

after a bad day

munch

frustration

random thoughts

abby being comphet

[sparkagrace]

Happy September! Happy finally-we-can-have-a breeze-instead-of-sweating-our-asses-off month! Here's a slice of what I read this month to end the summer 🌅

august

290,886 words read over 31 fics (average of 9,383 words per fic, not including wips) 📈16% from July

current total for the year: 2,331,397 words

a handful of fic recs

steve x bucky

ain't really quaint by @silentwalrus1 and @quietnighty stucky | M | 44k

hear your call by @silentwalrus1 stucky | E | 6k

A Soul as Sweet as Blood-Red Jam by pringlesaremydivision stucky | E | 2k

Golden by @burnin-brighter stucky | T | 11.5k

Loves Me Like A Rock by @musette22 stucky | T | 4k

Love in the Grocery Store by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy stucky | T | 1.7k

War & Peace and the Redemption of Bucky Barnes by @fsbc-librarian stucky | E | 51.3k

buck x eddie

Oopsie Daisy (Never Knew That Was Your Boo, Baby) by ameliahart buddie | E | 5.4k

training wheels by @ghostlandtoo buddie | E | 15.8k

indecent proposal by @coldbam buddie | M | 2.5k

let all time slow, let all light go by Cirkne buddie | G | 2k

Handcuffed to the spell I was under by @dreamsinthewitchouse buddie | E | 2k

eddie diaz vs the pta agenda by @mmtions buddie | M | 19.7k

World War E(ddie's moustache) by @songbvrd buddie | M | 19k

Buck Has a Boyfriend (He Swears) by @thatdesertpenguin buddie | T | 7.7k

i'm in your grip by @thatbuddie buddie | E | 6k

encounters closer and closer by @clusterbuck buddie | T | 2.5k

hang me up on your bedroom wall by @eddiegettingshot buddie | E | 6k

a couple of author recs

@colonoscopys

i'm a fine baby mama (but you knew that though) buddie | T | 4k

i have had to deal with that buddie | M | 9.6k

@semperama

Come and Taste buddie | E | 5.4k

Jello Body buddie | E | 6.3k

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As promised/threatened/requested...

Chapter 11 of 'Indecent Proposal'

(Originally posted on AO3 on 06-July-2023)

Every evening, Anthony would take it upon himself to pour the aperitifs. And as Kate made herself comfortable in a seat close to the fire, he would pass her a small measure of brandy and, just for the briefest of moments, their fingers would touch.

 As he passed her the glass, he would ask her the same question. “Have you had time to peruse your contract yet?”

He would say it so nonchalantly; like her answer made no great difference to him, one way or another. There was never any pressure or chastisement in his voice. It was merely a polite query, from one acquaintance to another. He might as well have been asking about the weather.

And yet, Kate could not help but find his choice of wording almost laughable. ‘Have you had time…?’

“My Lord”, she wanted to tell him, “I have had nothing but time”. In fact, with the Viscount so frequently out of the house, Kate had been quick to realise that she had hours upon hours, in which she had nothing to do but study the infernal document. No, she thought, finding time to peruse the contract had never been the problem.

It was just that, Kate could not quite bring herself to sign it. Not yet, anyway.

But still, the surfeit of time continued to be an issue. Her first week in Berkeley Square, Kate had been able to busy herself with making new curatives and consulting Richard’s old notebooks. But once she had decided on the best course of treatment, there was little else for her to do, and Kate found she was quite at a loss for how to keep herself occupied whilst Anthony was out of the house.

During the second week she had tried to make herself useful – assisting the servants with the housework, and suchlike. And yet the maids, (although careful to always treat her with kindness and respect), seemed embarrassed by her attempts to help them. All the cajoling and gentle-natured teasing in the world could not coax the young girls into conversation, and it took nearly two hours before one of them finally worked up the courage to tell her, ‘A lady shouldn’t ought to be changing bedsheets, miss’.

Kate did not consider herself a ‘lady’, but that seemed to matter little. By the end of the day, Mrs Graham had cornered her, and all but strong-armed her back into a life of gentil idleness.

Kate was not used to gentil idleness. She found she did not care for it.

Anthony had nearly laughed himself sick when she told him. She had not intended for it to be an amusing anecdote, but nevertheless she could not help but smile along with him. More and more, it was becoming increasingly clear to Kate that his lordship did not give two figs whether she chose to behave like a servant or not.

And yet, Kate was not one of those people who would be satisfied to sit around all day and do nothing. She felt rather like an imposter, dressing up in somebody else’s ill-fitting clothes and exploring a house that did not belong to her. And so, she began to fill her days by writing letters to Edwina that she could not send and working her way through the extensive collection of books in his lordship’s library. Some days, Gregory would come to visit, and she would help him with his latin studies.

All in all, it was not a bad existence. And if she was a little lonely sometimes, well – she supposed it did not signify.

Each day, she found herself counting the hours until Anthony would return. Despite her idleness, Kate never seemed to run out of things she wanted to tell him.

 After a little while, and without even realising it, she started to think of the place as ‘home’.

___

It was still early in the morning. Kate had watched Anthony leave for the day from her bedroom window; by now, the rumble of the carriage wheels a familiar sound to her. The weeks passed, yet still the Winter snow refused to capitulate to Spring. Kate continued to watch as his black Friesian horses continued to huff and snort their displeasure, their breaths turning to mist in the cold air. She had not even had a chance to dress yet, her thin night-rail doing little to protect her from the chill.

She continued to watch, until the carriage was out of sight. And then she sighed.

Another day, with that infernal contract hanging over her.

It seemed very reasonable. More than reasonable, in fact. If this contract was to be believed, the Bridgerton Family seemed to treat their staff very well. The pay was unlike anything she could earn elsewhere, and of course there was the clause about receiving ‘appropriate clothing’, provided by the estate.

In return, she was required to live ‘in-house’. Much like the rest of the servants, Kate would be required to be ‘on call’ every hour of the day, and so if it pleased Anthony to summon her at two o’clock in the morning for no reason, then this contract gave him every right to do so. This was one of the sections that had given her pause at first; although the contract did go on to say that his lordship would provide an environment of work where female servants could perform their duties without fear of harassment, or, (as the contract so succinctly put it), ‘moral outrages’.

‘Moral outrages’, indeed. That was another section that had given her pause. It was so incredibly vague. From what she had seen, morals amongst the ton could be fluid. And yet, after all this time, Kate found that she trusted Anthony. Despite their tumultuous introduction, she was beginning to realise that he held himself to a strict, (if somewhat unrealistic), code of gentlemanly conduct. He had treated her with nothing but kindness and respect since she had arrived.

And actually, she found she was rather fond of the curmudgeonly old sod.

But it was of little matter. In return, all the contract seemed to ask of Kate was that she perform her duties as best she could, and behave in a way that would not reflect poorly on the Bridgerton name or estate. And there was no denying that she could certainly use the money…

Kate read through the contract again. And then a third time. She took a moment to pour herself a cup of tea, and sat there, both hands wrapped around the delicate cup, so that the heat could seep into the joints of her fingers.

Lost in thought, she took a sip.   

After a while, she rose to her feet and carried the contract over to the writing bureau in the corner of the room. Before she could think better of it, Kate picked up a pen, dipped it in the ink well, and signed her name.

There. It was done. Kate had thought that she would feel apprehensive after signing her name, but instead she found that it was almost liberating. She was officially employed. She had a steady stream of income and worked for a fine house. For an employer she trusted. And whatever her future may hold, at least for now she did not have to worry about rats, or where the next heel of bread was coming from. 

For the first time in a long time, she had a home - however temporary it might be.

Filled with a new sense of purpose, Kate pulled a blank sheet of paper from the desk. She did not bother to sit down, and instead hastily scribbled out the name and address that she often did when she had news to tell someone.

“To Miss Edwina Sheffield,

Sheffield House

Somerset.

My dearest Edwina,

It will surprise you to know, that I have signed the contract! I am now officially working as Lord Bridgerton’s nurse. It would seem that all that blood, sweat and tears on the front line of the army were not for naught. I genuinely think I can help this man. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I might actually belong somewhere…”

Kate stopped writing there and read over what she had written. Of course, it seemed ridiculous writing this out now – and it was such a flagrant waste of paper, considering she was only going to burn this letter anyway. But it felt good to talk to her sister again, even if Edwina would never get to read what she wrote.

She was just mulling over whether to add another paragraph when there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Kate hastily hid the scrawled letter under the contract she had signed, before the door to her bedroom opened.

It was Mrs Graham. The housekeeper bowed as much as her body would allow, struggling a little with the large box that she was carrying.  “Begging your pardon, miss. I hope I am not interrupting?”

“Not at all, Mrs Graham. I was just signing my contract of employment.” Kate gestured towards the document on the writing desk, but did not miss the brief flash of excitement that seemed to alight in the old woman’s eyes.

“Oh, that is good news! His lordship will be most pleased.”

Kate moved forward to take the large box out of her hands. Feeling how heavy it was, she felt a flush of guilt at not having moved quicker to help the old woman. Carrying the box further into the room, she deposited it on the bed, with a slight bounce.

“Goodness me, what is in this?”

“These are your new boots, ma’am. The bootmakers on Bond Street sent them over especially. There is another pair in a box downstairs, and some of your dresses have arrived from Madame DeLa Croix. She apologises for the delay, but what with the start of the Season coming up, she has been most overwrought.”

Kate’s heart all but pounded out of her chest. “Some of the dresses?”

“Aye, miss. In truth, only three have been delivered. But your new stockings are here, and your nightgowns too. There’s still a shortage of silk due to the war on the continent, but his lordship paid handsomely for you to get priority. The Bridgerton’s always pay their accounts and tip well, so he always gets priority over any of the other families, you see.”

Kate paled. Silk?! “I don’t… that is all too much.”

“Not at all! Now, shall I take the contract down to Mr Brooks? And after your bath miss, perhaps you should like to try some of the items on? If they need adjusting, it is important that we get them done as soon as possible, before the rest of the families start arriving in town.” She laughed, awkwardly, “Then there really will be no hope of getting Madame DeLa Croix’s attention!”

The old housekeeper did not seem to wait for a response. Whilst Kate was still trying to make sense of everything she had just said, a flurry of chambermaids entered the room, carrying ewer after ewer of hot water and seeking access to the adjoining washroom. Whilst they began the arduous task of filling up the copper tub, Kate’s bedroom became a whirl of activity. Under the strict instructions of Mrs Graham, (and all averting their eyes from Kate’s scantily-clad form), several footmen entered the room and began depositing boxes onto the bed, next to where Kate had placed package from the bootmakers.

Kate had been shocked at first, but quickly spurred into action, ushering the footmen out of her bedchamber. She did not notice Mrs Graham pick up the signed contract to take down to Mr Brooks.

Nor did she notice her pick up the letter to Edwina along with it.

___

January had given way to February; and yet, at a time when the ground ought to have thawed enough for the first sprigs of wild garlic to be making their presence known, the gardens at Bridgerton House were still blanketed in a thick layer of white. Combined with the crisp winter air, it the grounds seemed to absorb all the quiet sounds of nature.

It was most unnerving. There had been no chirruping birds on Anthony’s walk that morning. No scurrying hares or rustling branches -  only the sound of his own boots, as they crunched their way through half a foot of snow.

If you could even call it ‘walking’, he thought, as he paused briefly and leaned against his walking stick. Despite his frequent treatments, Anthony found that his gait was still much as it ever had been – more of a hobble than anything else, and painfully slow. Yet somehow, despite his own perceived lack of improvement, Anthony felt better than he had in years. And besides, even hobbling could be considered an impressive feat, if what little leg muscles you had left were prone to stiffening in the cold.

With that in mind, he continued his walk. Best to keep the muscle moving, lest it seize up entirely.

At least here, within the confines of the trellised garden walls, Anthony knew he would not be visible from the main house. He had come here with a very specific goal in mind, and for that, he knew that discretion was going to be of the upmost importance. Because of this, he found himself peering over his shoulder quite often.

In retrospect, he thought, perhaps Bridgerton House was not the best place to go if he wanted to have a discreet conversation. After all, there could be nothing discreet about any conversation that took place in the grounds of a London townhouse. And that was doubly true for any London townhouse that happened to have Hyacinth in it. 

Anthony paused again, only briefly, to check his pocket watch. He had been waiting for nearly half an hour. Tutting to himself, he resumed his limped pacing.

Benedict was late.

Oh, he supposed he did not mind waiting a little longer. After all, he had much to think about. What he was planning to ask of his brother was certainly unethical, and he wanted to at least pretend to himself that he had given the matter some weighty consideration before he completely discarded all sense of honour.

Anthony did not like to think of himself as a bad person. He took no pleasure in what he was about to do. He would much rather that Kate had chosen to confide in him of her own free will, and he certainly did not want to go behind her back and start prying into her past without the woman’s knowledge. But somehow, the not knowing was worse. The very secrecy of it all ate away at him.

How did a young woman of good breeding end up on the battlefield? Where was her family? And whatever happened to her damned husband? Whatever way Anthony tried to rationalise it, he found he did not like the answer.

Anthony finally stopped, as he reached one of the trellised entrances of the garden. At this time of year, the climbing roses were little more than skeletal branches that twisted up the wall. Roses were supposed to be beautiful, weren’t they? But winter had made them look cruel, and Anthony was forced to lean against the wall for support, as he considered the thorny ropes in front of him. His breath turned to steam in the cold air.

Someone had hurt her. He was sure of it. And god help him, when Anthony found out who...

These dark thoughts were interrupted by a familiar head appearing around the gated entrance to the gardens.

It was traditional for gentleman to don a hat, even for brief sojourns outside; and yet, as always, Benedict had completely bucked tradition. His dark, tousled hair was a stark contrast to the world of fallen snow around them.

“There you are.” He said, as he walked further into the garden. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

Anthony grabbed hold of his brother and pulled him away from the entrance and behind the cover of the wall. This way, they were out of sight of the house. Benedict tried to say something, but Anthony shushed him, taking a moment to peer out the gate to ensure his brother had not been followed. It did not look like he had, but you never could quite tell with Hyacinth. She could be devious.

“I told you to meet me in the walled garden.” He hissed.

“Lots of gardens have walls.”

Anthony tried to temper his annoyance. After all, throttling your sibling was generally frowned upon, particularly if you were about to ask them for a favour.

Anthony opened his mouth to berate him, but even as he did so, Benedict reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “How are you feeling today, brother?”

“How am I feeling?”

Benedict had a tendency to ask questions like this, and Anthony never quite knew how to answer him. Emotions were rather nebulous things, and Anthony had spent so much of his adult life buried in accounting books, that on the rare occasion that he did stop to examine what he was feeling, he was not always able to put a name to it.

Anthony released his lapels and smoothed out the fabric.

“Never mind how I am ‘feeling’, I have a favour to ask of you.”

Benedict smiled that strange little half-smile of his. He looked almost… relieved? That was curious. What could Benedict possibly have to be relieved about? It was almost as if he was expecting Anthony to be volatile, or even upset. And though Anthony could accept that his moods had been a little unpredictable the past few years, he had always taken special care to shield his siblings from the worst of them. 

Anthony studied his face, trying to read the expression there. He knew, instinctively, that there was something Benedict was not telling him.

“You know,” his brother continued, with an unconvincing air of faux joviality, “most people like to make polite conversation before prevailing upon others for favours.”

Anthony continued to scrutinise him. “What are you not telling me?”

“Me?”

“I do not see anybody else in this garden. Are you hiding something from me?”

“No!” he said, too quickly. Benedict had never been a very good liar. His face was too expressive. On the rare occasion he had gotten into trouble as a child, it was because his facial expression had managed to convey an opinion that his tongue had been smart enough to hold back.

Anthony did not have time for this.

“Fine then, do not tell me. I will find out the truth, one way or the other.” Anthony already had enough intrigue in his life, he did not need his brother adding to it. And so, instead of pursuing the matter, he took a couple of steps back, and reached into his coat pocket. Pulling out a sheet of folded paper, he extended it to Benedict, who was still looking a little bit like a young boy caught with his hand in the biscuit jar.

When his brother made no move to take the paper, Anthony had to prompt him.

“Take it.”

Benedict did so. He started to unfold it, but he did not move his eyes from his brother’s face the entire time. He looked worried.

It started to snow again; only softly, but enough for Anthony to know he would have to cut this little sojourn short, and soon, if he wanted to return to Berkeley Square by nightfall. The journey across London was already treacherous enough. Another foot or two of snow would make the roads impossible to traverse.

He nodded towards the paper in his brother’s hands. “I need you to find someone for me. I would do it myself, but I don’t want anybody to know I am making these enquiries. Discretion is of the upmost importance.”

And all at once, Benedict’s façade crumbled. He closed his eyes and hung his head low, still not even bothering to look at the paper.

“He is in Cornwall.” He said, miserably.

Anthony blinked. He knew his brother to be a very capable man, but even Benedict did not possess the ability to locate a person before he had even been given their name. “Richard Sharma is in Cornwall?”

Benedict’s head shot up. His brow furrowed.  “Richard Sharma?”

“The man I need you to find. Why? Who did you think I was talking about?”

Benedict could finally bring himself to look at the paper. He examined the words Anthony had written there with obvious confusion. Considering the page only contained what scant information Anthony had managed to gleam about the man, (that he was married to Katharine Sharma, and had been a military surgeon at Salamanca), it should not have taken his brother so long to read.

“Benedict,” Anthony repeated, this time with a hint of warning lacing his words, “who did you think I was talking about?”

His brother looked up, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed. This time, the truth was unavoidable.

“Lord Carnarvon.” Benedict said, with a wince.

___

First, there had been the sound of the pistol going off, followed by something sharp in his leg, and then… nothing. No pain and no noise; the world falling into silence. That brief moment had seemed to stretch out into eternity, and for a few glorious seconds Anthony thought that he had managed to avoid getting shot. That the duel was over, with no casualties.

And that was when he saw the blood blossoming through the white buckskin of his breeches. And all hell had broken loose.

It was the same feeling that Anthony had now; like he was lingering in those few fateful seconds, between getting shot and realising he was wounded. A stunned absence of all feeling, before the pain had a chance to set in.

“Carnarvon is back in the country?”

Benedict was there in an instant, gripping his shoulder. “You did not know? I thought that was why you had called for me. His name is all over the Society Papers.”

Anthony all but scoffed. His brother knew very well that he did not read the Society Papers. He pulled away from his brother, needing a moment to think – a moment to breathe. And then he was stumbling backwards, backwards, backwards, until he hit the wall. He found he was profoundly grateful for something to hold him up.

He could not catch his breath. Why could he not catch his breath?

“But he is in Naples.” He said, “In exile.”

And Benedict was there again, at his side, having somehow moved without Anthony even seeing him. “Brother, perhaps you should sit down…”

The words jumbled out of him, uncontrollable. “He nearly killed me. If he is back in the country, he ought to be arrested. Surely, even Carnarvon could not be that reckless? No, you are mistaken brother. You have to be."

He slowed his breathing, gulping in mouthful after mouthful of icy air. Still, it was not enough. He could not quite breathe.

“Come, sit.” Benedict urged him to lower to the snow-covered ground, and Anthony complied, balancing all his weight onto his good leg and stretching the other out in front of him. There were an agonising few moments, and then there he was, sitting in the snow, letting the cold dampness soak through his winter coat and britches, numbing every part of him. Yet somehow, the sensation felt foreign to Anthony. Like it was happening to somebody else.

And still, Benedict was there – his arm over his shoulder, a constant presence. Anthony turned to his brother, watching as the snowflakes landed on his dark hair and lingered before melting.

“Carnarvon shot me.” He was pitifully aware of how inadequate those words sounded. They did not even begin to describe the damage that man had done to Anthony’s life. Benedict looked torn, well aware that there was no comfort to offer in a moment like this. Anthony added, “How is it that he is allowed back in the country?”

His brother shrugged.

“He only left because it seemed likely you were going to die. If he had stayed, then he would have hanged – even Carnarvon could not have wormed his way out of a murder charge.”

“But I did not die.”

“Exactly.  So, he decided to try his luck in returning to the British Isles, and it would seem that his gamble paid off.”

The shock was replaced by a burst of anger. Injustice. “He ruined my life.”

“That, he did. And if he was not from one of the oldest lineages of England, then he would be arraigned on that too. But he is Carnarvon. And a friend of the Prince Regent, to boot. There is not a runner in London who would have the gall to arrest him now.”

The rage boiled hot inside Anthony. He could feel it singing through his veins, scalding him from the inside out. 

Of course, the Prince Regent would have pardoned him. “Prinny”, (as he insisted on being called), was an insufferable ass, and Anthony had only ever greeted him with the cold civility that rank required of him. It made perfect sense that such a man would happily accept a sycophant like Carnarvon back into his inner circle. Prince George did not have two independent thoughts to rub together.

“And if Prinny has accepted him back into High Society, then that pardons the man in everyone else’s eyes.” Anthony said, more to himself than Benedict. “He will be at every ball, every horse race, every damn recital…”

Never mind that he had nearly killed Anthony in a duel. Never mind that he had beaten Siena black and blue. With each word, he could feel himself getting more incensed.

Benedict’s grip on his shoulder tightened.  “I am sorry, brother. This is wrong in so many ways. I did not want to be the one who had to tell you.”

“No,” he said, resolutely, “I am glad I heard it from you. Tell me, is there anything else I should know? Tell me all, Benedict.”

His brother hesitated, but only for a moment. “We only know what Lady Whistledown has printed. That he is back in Society and is looking at choosing a wife. Rumour has it, he has settled his eye on this Season’s diamond. And if he manages to win her, it will only reaffirm his place in the heart of society.”

And boost his coffers, Anthony thought. When he had fled the country, the list of gambling debts Carnarvon left behind was longer than the Bayeux Tapestry. Gritting his teeth, Anthony focused on the leg that was stretched out before him. Even through the fabric of his britches, and the thick muslin wrapped around the old wound, Anthony could still see the misshapen indent of where his thigh muscle ought to have been. He was hideous, yes – and many times he had regretted that ill-fated duel that he had called for on that drunken summer night.

But now? Did he regret the duel now?

Unbidden, a vision of Siena came to his mind. Her nose broken and one eye swollen shut – she had been almost unrecognisable under all the dried blood and swelling. Even now, years later, Anthony was completely unable to expel the image of her from his mind.

And then he thought of Kate; of her wide, dark eyes and perfect, button nose. Of the way she crinkled it when she laughed.

No, he did not regret the duel.

“He cannot be allowed to choose a wife.” He said to Benedict. 

“I know.” Benedict said, quietly. There was a moment of silence. The cold wind seemed to absorb all the sounds of nature, lending the garden an eerie sense of calm.

After a while, (because he could not help himself), Anthony added, “I take it Siena is not with him?”

Benedict did not say anything, merely shaking his head.

Anthony’s heart clenched; more from remorse, than anything. He had thought that whatever affection he had felt for the woman had withered a long time ago, along with his leg muscle. Hell, after how she had treated him, Anthony had long since come to terms with the idea that maybe the Siena he had loved had only ever been a figment of his imagination; a mask that she had worn, just for him.

Still, he could not help but worry about her.

“You think he has left her in Naples?” Anthony asked.

“That would be the most fortunate scenario I could imagine for her.” Benedict left out a long breath. “I do not understand why she would have fled with him in the first place, after how he abused her. What was she thinking?”

“I do not know either.” Anthony closed his eyes, willing the image of her bruised face away once more, “I suppose, if abuse is all you have ever known then it is easy to reconcile. Kindness might have been too foreign to her, or too frightening.”

Benedict looked at his brother for a long minute, but did not argue with him.

“Perhaps.” Was all he said.

___

And there it was. The wound had been agony, but it was what had happened afterwards that was truly painful.

Anthony had been in and out of consciousness for weeks. He remembered a whole slew of different surgeons who had tended to him, although in his fever-driven mind they had all started to blur into one. He had few clear memories of those days, and one of those was Siena screaming.

This was back in the days when the fever had set in, and it was still unclear whether Anthony was going to make it. He was living on a diet of beef broth, and the weight had dropped off him rapidly.  

Looking back on it, he supposed Colin was trying to do him a kindness, by sneaking Anthony’s mistress into Bridgerton House to visit his bedside. Colin had been younger then, and prone to romantic notions, and at a time when it seemed likely that Anthony would not make it, he had thought that it would bring his brother some comfort, to say goodbye to his paramour.

The plan had been ill-timed though, and somehow Colin and Siena had managed to walk into the room just in time to see Anthony’s dressing being changed. Her scream had not just been deafening, it had been ear-piercing in the way that only a true soprano could achieve. Anthony had turned to her; saw the distress on her face, the outright fear in her eyes. He remembered that the swelling had gone down then, and the bruising on her face was yellowing. Siena was starting to resemble more of her old self, and if it hadn’t been for the obvious fear and disgust, then Anthony would have said that she was as pretty as ever.

He had the presence of mind to reach out his hand, to try and offer some solace, but that only made her scream louder.

He never saw her again after that. And Colin refused to tell him exactly what she had said afterwards, but he gathered the word ‘grotesque’ had been bandied about more than once.

And to be fair to her, she was right. He had been grotesque. He still was. No woman should have to look upon such a marring of flesh, and Anthony found he could not fault her for her reaction. It was more than understandable.

What was less understandable was why she had gone back to Carnarvon afterwards – the man who had beaten her in the first place. A woman needed a protector, that was true. But Carnarvon was so often in his cups, and he had freely called her a whore to all and sundry. He had treated her so poorly that though she and Anthony had been going through another one of their rough patches, it had been him that she had turned to. He would never forget that fateful night when she turned up at his front door, crying uncontrollably – her face swollen so badly that she was almost unrecognisable.

And Anthony had known what to do. What was expected of him.

What Siena – what any woman – deserved.

He had called for a duel, and he had lost. And yet, in the aftermath of it all, Carnarvon had given her a choice; come away with him or stay behind and face the scandal alongside her dying protector. She had chosen the former, running away with a violent abuser, rather than staying behind with him - a cripple.

___

Still sitting on the snow-covered ground, Anthony could not quite work up the strength to stand up. The snow was falling heavier now, and for certain if he did not call for the carriage soon, he would not be able to travel the short distance home this evening. He would have to bed here at Bridgerton House, and hope that the roads were clearer on the morrow.

He would not get to dine with Kate tonight. Which he now supposed would be for the best.

“I fear Siena is dead, Benedict. I think he might have killed her.”

His brother grimaced, “Do not say that.”

“It is likely true.”

“I know. Only, do not say it.”

There was another moment of silence. Anthony could not say for how long they had sat like that; him, lost in his own thoughts and Benedict, as ever, a reassuring presence at his side.  After a while, Anthony made a valiant attempt to get to his feet. It took some leveraging himself against the garden-wall, and no small amount of help from his brother, but finally he was able to stand upright. The pair of them took a minute to wipe the snow off their tailcoats and grumble about how damp their clothes were, but after a while they made the slow journey back towards the house.

Anthony’s limp was more pronounced; this time, it was not merely the winter chill that was seizing his muscles. He had been sat in an awkward position for far too long, and he knew that he would be feeling the effects of this poor decision for several days to come. Benedict slowed his pace, in order to match his brother. Wordlessly, his shoved his hands into his coat pockets, trying to generate some feeling back into his frozen fingers. But after a moment, he withdrew his hands, pulling from one pocket a piece of folded paper.

Ah, yes. The errand. Anthony had almost forgotten.

Benedict paused briefly mid-stride and re-read the information that Anthony had spent most of the morning laying out on paper.  He watched his brother’s furrowed brow, as he scrutinised the paper.

It felt foolish now, actually – a childish whim, something with which to distract himself. But now Anthony could see more clearly, he realised that he could never hope to pursue a dalliance with Kate – and a courtship was completely out of the question. Not only because of the hideousness of his deformity, but due to the very danger that he had inadvertently put her in.

He had failed Siena. He would not fail Kate. He could not.

Looking up from the paper in his hands, Benedict asked, “Who is this ‘Richard Sharma’? And why  you need to find out about him so badly?”

Anthony thought about Kate. And then he thought about the other women in his life: his mother, his sisters, his household staff, his old paramours– and any other women he had previously had a connection with. Any one of them could potentially be a target of revenge. Anthony Bridgerton had known Carnarvon his whole life, and the man did not take well to being slighted.

He plucked the paper out of his brother’s hands and crumpled it, before returning the paper to his inside pocket. He would burn it later, the evidence of his foolishness.

“It does not matter,” he said, eventually. 

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Indecent proposal

Note:Here we go guys! This is my first ever fic.Hope you love it.I suck at writing summaries.Sorry in advance.Also, DISCLAIMER:This is just a fic.Hopefully a good written one.

Summary:Bucky Barnes loved you since the moment he saw you.You love him because he is the only person in your life who truly loves you for you.After your parents find out about the affair, you did three things.You quit medical school,eloped and got married.You were the happiest even with the tiniest achievements in your life.You got a job as a real estate broker after many requests at different places and Bucky found a hotel where he worked as an assistant chef.After the recession hit, you were both desperate to bounce back from unemployment and to afford to pay for the dream place near the ocean, where you wanted to build your dream hotel.You go to Las Vegas to try your luck in a casino with the remaining money you have but, you came too close before losing it all.When millionaire August Walker approaches you with an indecent proposal, you begin to fear the possibility of losing your marriage.Can your love stay strong through it all?

Warnings:FLUFF, SMUT, 18+ series, Bucky being a lovesick puppy,Mentions of toxic relationship and toxic parents,Toxic August,Coercion,Dub!con August...

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An Indecent Proposal- Chapter 4

A03, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Daemon x Rhaenyra Multichapter AU:

Daemon leaves Rhaenyra at her wedding feast. Rhaenyra marries Laenor. After a year of trying to do their duty and produce an heir, Rhaenyra writes to Daemon.

She needs a true Targaryen heir.

It only needs to be an arrangement of business, she says. And it would result in Daemon’s child one day taking the Iron Throne.

Daemon accepts the proposal and returns to court.

Only, ventures like these are never simple. As much as they would wish to, Daemon and Rhaenyra cannot let go of the past, or the feelings they once had for each other.

Daemon came to her the following night, saying little all while lighting her entire body aflame. It did not take much, merely the press of his fingers on her flesh, the grazing of his lips against hers. His very presence intoxicated her.

As he had done the night before, he did not dislodge himself immediately. He held her in silence. There was no kiss farewell for they were not lovers.

She was more cherished than a broodmare, Rhaenyra knew, but Daemon stayed within the limits she had set. He withdrew, even, as though he sensed he had done too much their first night together.

It was right. It would allow them both to guard their hearts. It would lead to a true Targaryen heir. But their arrangement was not conducive to long term happiness. When he left again, Rhaenyra smoothed the rumpled fabric of her nightgown wondering how many encounters it would take to produce and heir and a spare.

It would be far simpler if the gods were kind and blessed her with male twins. Daemon could remain in court as her ally, and she could save her heart from becoming irrevocably his, for Rhaenyra suspected an unforeseen impact of their coupling. Each time he took her, Rhaenyra felt a little more his.

These feelings would lead to ruin.

***

Daemon dismissed the squire and finished adjusting his armor himself. His dragon helm had been shined to gleaming. After bedding Rhaenyra twice, and having to leave her bed twice, Daemon was ready to satisfy his other need: the need for violence.

He was not a good man. Daemon delighted in violence and bloodshed, even more so when it was for the glory of his House.

Should Westeros ever be plunged into war again, Daemon would gladly die in a battle fought for in the name of his queen. But in these times of peace, a tourney was the best he could hope for to slake his lust for bloodshed.

He was determined to win, to remind the Lords of Westeros that he was a threat not to be trifled with. Perhaps a small part of him hoped to impress Rhaenyra, to make her long for him and lift some of her limitations.

She delighted in Fire and Blood as well, and he would spill plenty of the latter in the coming days of competition.

Daemon entered the ring on his mount and approached the royal box. Rhaenyra’s expression was guarded, her hand resting on the arm of her husband. Daemon could not ask a married woman for her favor, and so he approached Laena Velaryon.

Laena bestowed her favor to him, and the crowd cheered. “The Velaryons and the Targaryens have always enjoyed a close alliance, I thank you, my lady,” Daemon said.

Daemon unseated each of the fools he faced with ease, rising through the ranks. The onlookers watched in equal admiration and fear as Daemon ruthlessly dispatched his opponents.

When the final tilt of the tourney came, Daemon was facing Ser Criston Cole. In the short time since his arrival to King’s Landing, Daemon had learned that Cole had declared his loyalty to the Green Bitch. Rumors insisted that he was bedding the queen whilst King Viserys tended to his model of Old Valyria. Daemon didn’t doubt it, now that the Hightower bitch had given his brother the necessary heir and spare, with a daughter to boot.

Other rumors about Cole were more disturbing. Some said he had bedded Rhaenyra before her marriage to Ser Laenor. These rumors came from servants who had witnessed him coming out of her chambers at odd hours. When brought to Cole’s ears, he was reported to have declared that the Princess Rhaenyra would open her legs to delight any man in the realm.

All of this made Daemon determined to unseat the man, to cut into his flesh with the unforgiving blade of Dark Sister.

He urged his stallion forward. Neither made contact on the first pass. On the second pass, Daemon shifted in his saddle to avoid Cole’s blow. On the third pass, Daemon’s lance struck true and Cole fell from his steed. The satisfying clang of armor mingled with uproarious applause as Daemon was declared the winner.

But Cole appeared to be bitter in loss. Morningstar in hand, he struck Daemon as he dismounted.

Daemon hit the ground hard and he thought he heard a woman scream. A sharp kick to his side knocked the breath from him. Daemon’s hand flew to the hilt of Dark Sister. He was on his feet, far quicker than Criston Cole, who had used the element of surprise to gain a temporary advantage.

Sword struck morning star again and again, until finally Daemon found an opening and kicked Cole in the chest. Cole fell to the mud, Morningstar leaving his grip and his helm falling from his head. The man was handsome in the common way. The very idea that he had shared Rhaenyra’s bed set Daemon’s blood to a boil.

He put the blade to Cole’s pretty face, slicing a thin but deep line down his left cheek, and then down his right. The crowd gasped, and Cole yowled in pain, for Valyrian steel cut through fleas as a knife through butter.

Daemon was tempted to do further damage, but he placed the tip of his blade at Cole’s throat and demanded him to yield.

“I yield,” Cole finally said, savagely wiping some of the blood from his face.

“You have no honor, striking a Prince while his back is turned. And you, the son of a minor house.” Daemon looked to the royal box. His brother was fascinated while the Green Bitch was livid.

Daemon did not dare glance at Rhaenyra.

“Your Grace, I do not believe you should have such a man in your Kingsguard. A man with such little honor is unworthy of defending a king.”

“Ser Criston is my personal protector, Prince Daemon,” Alicent said, rising to her feet. “You, the Rogue Prince, speak of honor when you have none. It is laughable.”

“Alicent, that is enough,” Viserys said. He rose from his seat and spoke with a booming voice.

“To attack a Prince after the completion of a joust is serious indeed. Ser Criston, perhaps we were too hasty to name you to my guard. I will not banish you, certainly, for you have won my queen’s favor. You will be stripped of your white cloak, but with Her Grace’s leave, you may don a cloak of gold and protect the denizens of King’s Landing.”

The Green Bitch looked as though she wanted to argue, but instead she only nodded. Ser Harrold Westerling and Ser Erryk Cargyll escorted Ser Criston from the tourney grounds.

The crowd cheered, fascinated by the drama of the day. And there was still the melee to come the following day.

Daemon washed the grime from his skin in a scalding bath that evening. When a page came bearing a sealed note, Daemon opened it only to find Rhaenyra’s familiar handwriting.

Come to my chamber at the Hour of the Wolf. I would celebrate your victory.

Daemon dutifully appeared at the appointed time to find Rhaenyra dressed in a simple shift. It was too plain, Daemon thought. Rhaenyra should be dressed in elegant silks and jewels.

“You did well today, Daemon,” Rhaenyra said. “I was proud of you. Criston Cole is loyal to Alicent. I had no wish for him to remain a member of the Kingsguard.”

The mention of the knight did not put Daemon in the mood. But Daemon had to know if Rhaenyra had welcomed the bastard into her bed at any point. “I know he used to be your loyal guard. Tell me, Princess, what did you do to lose his loyalty? I have heard some disturbing rumors.”

Rhaenyra’s face expression hardened. “I have no wish to speak of this.”

“I need to know the truth of it, Rhaenyra. We should be honest with one another, particularly if you have unwittingly created an enemy and given him to the Green Bitch.”

Rhaenyra sighed. “It was the night of the brothel. You left me unsatisfied, and so I had to seek my pleasure elsewhere. Afterward, he begged me to flee with him to Essos. But I would not abandon my position at court. I asked him to stay at my side, to share my bed after I married Laenor. He was insulted by my proposition.”

The idea that Rhaenyra had gone running to Cole infuriated him, but Daemon supposed it was his own fault for bringing her to the brink and leaving her wanting. “The man is a fool. And fools can be dangerous.”

“He no longer has his white cloak,” Rhaenyra said. “It is punishment enough. But I have no wish to dwell on him. Daemon, I want you to make me forget that he ever touched me.”

Daemon joined her on the bed, carefully adjusting himself so that he was lying on top of her. His hair grazed her exposed collarbones, and he kissed her, swallowing her quiet moan of satisfaction.

No matter what she said about this simply being a matter of business, Daemon knew that she desired him. He reveled in that desire as he laid claim to her body.

When the Hour of the Wolf came to an end, Daemon slipped from her chambers. Had Rhaenyra allowed it, he would have crowned her the Queen of Love and Beauty and worshipped her until dawn. But as it was, she was the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And so he did as she asked, made her forget the touch of that worthless former Kingsguard, and then departed in secret.

He wondered just how many times he would be able to have her before she became great with his child. He found himself hoping she would not be blessed too quickly.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a Valentine's Day fic rec list! All of these fics involve Valentine's Day in some way or have a Valentine's Day vibe. We had a very short version of this rec list that we posted many years ago, but as you can see, there have been a ton of amazing Valentine's Day-related fics posted since then. Happy reading!

1) The Valentine's Day Special | Explicit | 1,322 words

Every year on Valentine's Day Harry and Louis spend the whole day participating in whatever kinks they want. This means February 14th is one of their favorite days of the year.

2) Valentine's Day | Explicit | 1,900 words

Louis and Harry are excited for Valentine's Day and can barely make it back to the hotel room.

3) All The Love | Explicit | 2,118 words

Harry smiles warmly when he sees the room with the makeshift dining table, coffee mugs for wine glasses, and a couple lit scented candles scattered across the room. He fills an empty glass and places the flowers in it, setting it on Louis’s bedside table. His smile grows even more fond when he sits across from Louis, seeing the meal his boy has prepared. They’ve only been officially dating for about a month and a half, but things couldn’t be going any better. “What’s this?” Harry asks, nodding in the direction of the dishes in front of him. “Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of mash,” Louis says full of pride. “My little chef,” the curly haired boy grins, leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek before taking a bite. “This is really good baby.”

4) Red Pants | Mature | 2,463 words

One shot in which fem Louis wears his tight little red pants to school on Valentine’s Day, and discovers he has a secret admirer.

5) Love Me Like You Do | Not Rated | 3,964 words

Louis is all in if Harry is, and Paris seems like the perfect place to ask

6) Lagrangian Point | Explicit | 4,055 words

They find each other again the night of Valentine's Day.

7) I've Loved You Three Summers Now Honey, But I Want 'Em All | Mature | 4,216 words

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do. After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

8) Reckless Serenade | Explicit | 4,446 words

Note: This fic features Girl Direction.

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

9) Dancing In The Moonlight | Explicit | 4,587 words

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

10) Keep Your Head Down And Make It To Me | Not Rated | 4,643 words

“You know, if I hadn’t been so stupid 8 years ago, we could’ve been doing this for 8 long years. My sincere apologies,” “Maybe, but now I get to enjoy this moment even more because it’s been 8 years and I’ve never stopped wanting to kiss you ever since,” Louis admits, a light blush surfacing upon his face. “I love you,” Harry repeats. Louis beams at him. Literally beams. “I love you, Harry.”

11) Cherries In The Snow | Mature | 5,151 words

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Harry is not in the mood. So naturally, Louis lets Harry paint his body with kiss marks to make him feel better.

12) Be Mine, Little Valentine | Explicit | 7,435 words

All Louis wants is to find someone who’ll love all of him. There’s just one tiny complication.

13) Indecent Proposal | Explicit | 8,445 words

The one where Louis and Harry reminisce the ups and downs of a relationship that once was, imagining themselves as the happy couple celebrating in front of them, and decide that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too bad to relive their relationship one more time.

14) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,517 words

Cupping one hand over his fist and holding them to his chest, Harry’s nose scrunches hopefully, “Would you want to get a drink before calling it a night?” Louis stares at him. “I know you’re probably tired, it’s just—” Harry sighs, wiggling his hands around nervously. “We’re both going to be alone after this and I really enjoyed talking to you, so maybe this is a little pathetic, but I could use the company?” “I, uh,” he stalls, weighing his options: either go home, have a wank, then bathe the night off, or talk more with the affable sweetheart while sharing a drink or two. Easy. “I’d like that. Sure.”

15) Better Than Words | Explicit | 11,321 words

Note: This fic is the second part of a series.

Harry and Louis have an argument while at the doctors to check on their baby. Then they celebrate Harry’s birthday and Valentine’s Day in their own way.

16) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13,487 words

You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.” Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing. “You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

17) Lead Me To Paradise | Explicit | 14,615 words

No one told Harry that a paramedic could be this pretty.

18) James The Pimp | Mature | 28,255 words

Everybody, please welcome my other good mate and Harry Styles’ Valentine Date, Louis Tomlinson!” 'Kill My Mind' played as the dusty-haired singer walked onto stage from the opposite side that Harry entered. “Thanks for having me, James.” Louis’ light voice carried well as he hugged James. With the grin still plastered to his cheeks, he looked around the bulkier man at Harry politely. “But, uh, I’m a tad bit confused. As lovely as Harry here is, you should probably both know I’m, er, into women.” There was a hint of awkward hesitation in his words. He likely thought Harry wasn’t straight and didn’t want to offend him, which Harry appreciated, even if he knew he had to say his next line despite it being utterly untrue. “The same goes to you, Louis, but I am as well.” James waved a hand flippantly. “Pish posh. Who really cares about that anyhow? Come along, boys. This is my show, so if I say you are each other’s Valentines, then you are each other’s Valentines. Now act like it!”

19) Cupid’s Chokehold | Explicit | 35,326 words

Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 211 & 212

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 35 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Blue Bonnets - (Brock x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Christmas with you - (Bucky x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

The life he always wanted - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Wrong side? - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

jealousy, jealousy - (Bucky x Reader) - @auroralwriting

I Hate It When You're Drunk (4) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

there is no other love, it's only yours - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

just the way you are - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Language - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Single Looks Good - (Steve x Reader) - @itsanerdlife

Imagine Steve Hating That You're a DareDevil - @itsanerdlife

Two for One - (Frank x Reader x Nick) - @stargazingfangirl18

Princess - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Saving you - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Love Dust - (Multi Characters x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Blooms of Spring - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Emerald Eyes - (Steve x Black!Reader) - @awesomerextyphoon

Cold hearted - Chp 2 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Finding Home (10) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (7) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

all to myself - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Singing - (Brock, Jack) - @nekoannie-chan

Frustration - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

I Hate It When You're Drunk - (5) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Peach - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Car Rides - (Bucky x Reader) - @nastybuckybarnes

I Hate It When You're Drunk - (6) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Mercy 3 - (Fem!Reader x Steve; Curtis; Jake; Lloyd; Robert Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Let Me Tempt You - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Behind the Mask - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Bucky Barnes Drabble - @mostly-marvel-musings

Hearing - (Clint x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Art therapy - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Guilty flashback - (Jack R x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Born - (Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan