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k-hotchoisan · 7 months

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Hi loving you and your writing 💗but right now I am craving for a wooyoung fic based on chase Atlantic "slow down" love u 😘

Coming right up Angel 🩷 and thank you for compliments and the request! I’ve been so bias wrecked by him I wished it’s funny 🫠

Hope you didn’t mind that I sort of cut off the drug usage present in the song because I’m not comfortable with it (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Slow down? Yeah fucking right.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, backshots, unprotected sex, !mentioned alcohol use (drink responsibly please), cream pies, slight manhandling(?), light bondage, established relationship, slow to fast (LMAO)

Word count: 2K

When Wooyoung’s a little more tipsy than usual, he dances between the scale of going slow or about to rearrange your fucking guts, and it’s a fucking surprise every single time it happens. Not that you were complaining of course. No matter what he does, it just drives you up the wall, just constantly begging for more.

He’s had a few drinks tonight, destressing himself for the weekend after a long week of work. You walk over to him, and take the glass from him, pouting. “You shouldn’t drink so much, Woo”, you scold. Wooyoung doesn’t get mad—why would he get mad if it was you? He smiles at you as his arms snake around your waist as he leans into you, spoiling you with kisses on your clothed waist. You settle the cup on the table, away from his reach. His flushed cheeks already an indication that he’s already getting pretty tipsy. He breathes in his body wash that you use when you stay over, and he loves how it smells on you.

“Hi darling”, he hums as his hands trail past under the dress shirt you’re wearing, tickling your thighs, playing against the band of your panties, tempted to just pull it down, his eye contact never breaking with yours. It sends electricity up your spine. “Could I have you instead?” He asks.

You’re wondering if you should tease him a little and deny him of that request just for the sake of your amusement. Your fingers caress his chin and Wooyoung feels himself shiver in anticipation even though you know he’s going to be the one flipping the tables.

You push his hands off you, which takes Wooyoung back by surprise, and cease any form of physical contact with him, before pushing him back against the sofa, then taking the glass of alcohol to the sink. Wooyoung is left confused and half hard on the couch.

You know he’ll come crawling soon enough, because that’s how you’d always lure him in anyway, especially when he’s in such a state. You take your time to walk into your shared bedroom with him and as expected, he catches up so fucking quick, and it’s always by surprise when his pace catches up with yours. He grabs you by your shoulders in such quick motion, as he kicks the door shut, and you squeal as you fall onto the cold sheets. It tickles your nipples as the cold envelopes you.

Before you could muster the energy to get up and face him, Wooyoung’s weight presses against yours from above, and fuck, his erection is just pressing against your legs.

“Darling, why would you leave me hanging like that? Got my feelings hurt”, he whispers too calmly, sending shivers down your spine.

You turn slightly, giving him a mischievous look. “How would I know if you’re sober enough to consent?”

Wooyoung scoffs. “You know I’m always sober enough to fuck you dumb. I would never drink more than I can take.”

You could barely muster a reply as his hands hike up your thighs and hooks onto the band of your underwear, and he tugs down oh so painfully slow. Once the garment is removed, he pulls it taut, looking at the pretty wet spot you made on the fabric, and he smiles, satisfied as you fight every cell in your body not to turn shy.

“Besides, why the fuck would I want to forget every time we make love? That would be such a waste, wouldn’t it?” Wooyoung continues, his finger tracing the curve of your spine through the thin fabric. You don’t dare move a muscle, because you know he’d could just do about anything to you, and that now the real thing truly begins. He slowly pulls the strap of your dress all the way down to your ankles, and tosses it onto the ground, his gaze tracing every single dip and peak of your body as you take shallow breaths.

Wooyoung has a piece of long fabric that he probably picked up along the way chasing after you, and he props your ass up, not forgetting to give it a light spank, causing you to cry out.

“I won’t let this ass go to waste, baby. I promise.” Wooyoung hums as he soaks his fingers with his spit before giving your clit some attention. Your face buried in the sheets, loving how sensitive it feels as the arousal travels up your body. You feel Wooyoung pull your hands behind your back and the fabric going through it’s rounds on your wrists.

He leans in from behind, kissing the nape of your neck, before he says, “tell me if it hurts okay?” You nod, feeling your cunt already dripping from the anticipation.

He loops the rest of the fabric to your wrist to restrain them—just how he likes it. He stands back, admiring your ass, as well as the way your fluids are leaking out from your hole—and he hasn’t even started yet.

“Fuck. You’re one pretty little slut”, he inhales, taking the sight of you in like that, and that only makes your cunt flutter at the air. Wooyoung smirks before diving right in, licking a stripe, making sure his tongue flicks against your clit, drinking in your juices as well as your moans. His fingers are still slicked up, and he doesn’t waste time to spit into your cunt before pushing in said two fingers.

Your eyes roll back in bliss. Fuck, it feels so good. No matter how many time the both of you did this, it always feels like a whole new experience, something you ended up craving so much because Wooyoung does it so fucking well. The combination of the pads of his fingertips press against your bundle of nerves consistently as his tongue sending pleasure to your clit pulls a knot in your cunt as your cried fills up the room.

Wooyoung laps you up as if he hasn’t tasted you before, taking note of how your walls are clenching against his fingers. “Cumming soon babe?” He asks, and you barely could answer him, only a soft “yes” leaving your lips. He finger fucks you even more, your g-spot sensitivity hiking up exponentially and your cries growing louder.

“Wooyoung, I’m close. So fucking good. I’m gonna cum-“ and his tongue on your clit increases in speed. The knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm washes over you so intensely, your hole pulsing against Wooyoung’s fingers, some of your arousal leaking out as you cream on his fingers. Wooyoung doesn’t relent—he sucks on your clit until you squeal from the overstimulation as your high dies down. He gives your cunt a wet kiss before wiping his stained fingers on his slacks before pulling them down.

You could barely catch your breath before you feel his cock sticking between your folds. He doesn’t enter just yet, but he’s enjoying how cunt is so fucking wet that he’s slipping his cock past your throbbing cunt. The alcohol is slightly fucking him up as it slowly bleeds into him. He sighs as he pushes inch by inch into you, and his cock only grows harder when he hears you cry out in pleasure as he goes in deeper.

“So fucking tight”, he groans as he bottoms out in you, and more sobs come out from you. He lets his cock stay in you for a couple of seconds or so to let you adjust, before pulling back—and soaking in your groans—and then pounding right back into you.

Your moans and cries are on top of the wet sounds of skin slapping each other echo in the room. Wooyoung grips the fabric restraints as he fucks into you, pulling you closer to him so his cock reaches in deeper. He groans as you clench around him. You’re crying out Wooyoung’s name as if your life depends on it, creaming so much on his cock, as drool seeps past the sides of your lips. Your eyes were so blown out from the pleasure that nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

“Damn, you’re so fucking loud, baby”, Wooyoung grunts as he gently pushes your face into the pillow, muffling your voice. He releases you quickly, and opts to land his hand on your ass, the sound bouncing around the walls. Your body shakes in surprise and your cries get cut short, replaced with a squeal as your hole squeezes against Wooyoung’s dick, causing him to groan again.

He leans back to look at the mess—the way he’s cock is just slipping into your hole as you continue to cream and pulse on it, the squelching sounds only heightening the arousal as he uses his thumb to tug against your hole, admiring the way you take his cock so fucking perfectly. Fuck. He could really do this all day.

Your mind was really getting hazy as the knot tightens in your stomach. Your body now has a mind of its own as your hips push back against Wooyoung, feeling yourself almost bounce on his dick at this point frantically.

“Slow down, princess”, Wooyoung says, as he strokes your sides, and you deduce that this round of alcohol was making him more relaxed than aggressive this round. You wonder how you should push him to start rearranging your guts.

Through half lidded eyes and uneven pants, you manage to taunt, “I’m pretty fucking sure you can do better than that, babe.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow. The alcohol is definitely hazing his senses, so he definitely takes it at face value. Sometimes it’s too fucking easy to get him wrapped around your finger. Not to mention, since he’s half drunk already, the fabric he tied around you was getting loose, and he doesn’t notice your hands slowly pulling the ones around your wrist taut to loosen it.

“You could go harder if you wanted to. Why hold back? You know how much you and I like it fucking rough right?”

Something snaps in Wooyoung, and his hands grab your hips and pulls you in. Then one hand on the restraints, and the other pushing your head into the pillow, as he fucks you into the mattress. Star burst in your eyelids as you could barely keep up with his pace of fucking. Your cunt is gonna be so abused and sore by the end of this but fuck, it was always worth it.

“Say that again, princess”, he hisses as his cock drags along your cunt, sending sparks of pleasure all over your body. You don’t bother, because your mind was turning into straight up mush thanks to his fat cock.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it”, you barely cry out, your thighs shaking as your second orgasm —which you barely could even process—hits you hard. Wooyoung’s moans mount an octave as he feels his cock being squeezed so perfectly around you.

“Oh my fucking god. I’m cumming” his voice coming out a lot less deeper, as his load is emptied into your cunt in erratic spurts, and his grip on your ass doesn’t lighten until his balls are emptied. He releases you when he’s feels that he’s fucked out, rubbing your lower back in smooth circles.

Your wrists release from the restraints as it falls onto the bed, and you heave against the now, warm, sheets. Wooyoung decides to be playful and falls onto you, knocking out the breath out of you. He rains kisses down your temples, cheeks and on your neck before quickly getting up to turn you to lie on your back. He then heads to the closet to grab a towel to clean you up despite the exhaustion biting him.

He lies beside you, and pulls you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste every part of your before sleep lulls him down. As he pulls back, he flicks your head delicately.

“Babe, I told you to fucking slow down, didn’t I?”

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anadiasmount · 6 months

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limit - jude bellingham series.

quick sum: shy and innocent uni student by day but a notorious street racer at night, meets now currently best footballer jude bellingham under certain circumstances. what happens when these two are forced to get along, in order for them to get out of trouble? will they sacrifice their careers in order to protect themselves?

wc: 4.7k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: hello! this is a request mixed with an idea i had. this is a small five-part series since I didn’t want to do a large fic. i really hope you enjoy since it’s a enemies to lovers, ‘she fell but he fell harder’, car girl! reader, and jude being somewhat cocky and mean but a huge teddy bear. pls note that i don’t condone any street racing or hectic driving! this series will have mature content so minors DNI 🔞. it will also contain other issues dealing with family domestic issues, mentions of being insecure, etc, but I'll place the warning then :) please enjoy chapter one, and let me know your thoughts! 🤍

“Now class I hate to stress this enough but you have to take exquisite and thorough notes. It will not only guide you but help and take you to the correct path for this course,” said Professor Alto. I felt like rolling my eyes and walking out of the lecture room, but instead, I just turned over and laughed with Marie, who was already staring at me. “He says that every class period, I'm starting to get annoyed because we’ve been taking this class for the past month,” Marie snickers.

“True but in all honesty he does have a point,” I raise my eyebrow and look back at the Professor who was now walking back and forth presenting the slides. “Shut up. We get it you’re smart,” Marie groans and pushes my shoulder, taking out some gum and then paying attention forward. “I'm sorry, I would like to run my own business one day, and this is where I have to start first.” This time I push her shoulder, and hear her mutter a ‘Yeah yeah whatever…’

I grabbed my bag and pulled out my notebook, took different coloured pens, and began to write down the slides, using other different coloured pens to write important texts and or highlights. It’s just girly things. We would be here for a while, as this lecture would take up to three hours, so I got comfortable. “What are you wearing tonight?” Marie whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder as she typed away.

“Probably something black,” I shrugged, “I might wear this new corset top and black jeans since I'm racing tonight.” Marie looked over at me with wide eyes, “But isn't your car still in the shop?”

“No, it got fully fixed two days ago, and tonight I wanna see if the new adjustments are working properly,” I say, taking a sip of water and rubbing my eyes as they feel dry. “Y/n are you sure that’s a good idea though? You just got your car back, and knowing how you race, especially after just getting it back can be dangerous. If something happens, all that work that was done would go to waste,” Marie stresses, and I notice that because she began to talk with her hands.

“I know the risks, trust me. But I need this money for me, my mom, and my little sister. I'm working two double shifts and if I win tonight, I'm set for the next two months. It won’t be an easy race, but at this point what more can I do?” I sigh and rub my temple, a small migraine wanting to form.

It wasn't easy anymore. It became harder when we had to move out of my dad’s place as he began to become a different and mad person. It wasn’t the environment I wanted to be involved in, let alone my mother and sister. It became especially harder when he came and did mass destruction on our property, and tried to hurt us. The night repeatedly lives in my head, the screams, the yelling, the smashing windows, the red and blue lights, it's hard to sleep as any time I close my eyes I just see him.

I always had a great relationship with him. We were close and happy. I grew up wanting to be him, and he always set examples and tried for us. He would do my hair, teach me how to cook his chocolate chip cookies, and even go on to show me how to play the piano. We spent every weekend working in his mechanic shop, working on dear old Darla for one day to be driven by me. The old black Ford was now ruined into pieces when he went crazy after discovering he would be arrested.

What changed in him to become that way, was the question I kept repeating over and over again. If the truth comes out one day, maybe we can be at peace. But for now, it's being cautious and assuring the safety of my family. I sacrificed a lot to be able to support us, as well as my mom. The car racing was something I randomly got into, my mom didn't like it, but in a way for me, I escaped reality.

The adrenaline rush. The speed. The rush overtakes my body. The determination to win as the prize in the end holds a lot of possession. Maybe even the idea of it being illegal also took a more motive of why not, as bad as it sounded. I became a hell of a driver, I was the best of the best, and some people took that personally.

The tracks and races became a second home to me. The ability to conduct and take charge of my own was truly an honour. For once, only I listened to myself instead of others. For once I could do something that made me happy, as much as it felt wrong to do. I met people, good and bad, and stayed away from the bad as they reminded me of my dad. A weekend like tonight started at the tracks but indeed by the city in the underground club Sahara.

I saved enough to buy myself a 2014 black Dodge Challenger. Slowly I made work by changing the motor from a V6 to a V8, running to almost 470 horsepower. The rims were also replaced with all black, and I added other features like a loud exhaust and a cold air intake system, just recently. This would’ve never been done if I didn't have Jimmy, an old friend of my dad’s. He never questioned what I did to my car, just wished me ‘good luck, and be careful’.

When my mom found out about my car, she threatened to kick me out. That same night I brought back $1,800 and left them on the table, muttering a quick “This is why I do what I do”. Since then she hasn’t questioned, just used the money for savings, groceries, and bills. I would of course help out, especially on bigger and expensive things, like Uni. Uni was expensive, and I sure as heck was lucky to afford what I could.

My first race was over a year ago, in the older tracks leaving Madrid. It was a secluded area only known to nearby residents, or people like me who raced, or those who went to live life a little. You could expect anyone there. I knew of this place after Marie and her girlfriend Kaia took me. My first race was that same night after a girl got pissed at me for accidentally bumping her shoulder with her boyfriend.

One thing led to another, and then you saw me at the finish line in Marie’s Grey Nissan Altima. That baby could run, period.

Part of me could say I also got addicted to how much money it would bring home. I didn't care if it was clean or dirty money, it met my needs, and I was grateful for it. Multiple people have gone against me but they can’t race like I can. There are tips and tricks to it, whether it is releasing the clutch early or letting the car struggle a bit before making the shift. Slow down or maybe speed up. You learn along the way.

My biggest rivals of them all were Jacey and Jacqueline. They made my life a living hell a week before finals. They insisted and threatened me to race them or else I would be kicked out and can’t ever place my foot on the tracks. They were the best anyone had seen, but I knew what they wanted. They were a part of a malicious gang in the northern part of Spain. If I won, I would be free and they were to never bother me, but if I lost I would do laundering and drug exchange.

I won that night, by some miracle. It turned out Jacey was racing unfairly and it didn't count as he had cheated. They would always go against me, and it became sort of a rival race whenever we did go against each other. Like tonight. Tonight would be a big night, it would be a packed race, and surely every young adult would be there.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re going against Jacqueline tonight? How could you have failed to tell me this?” Marie ran, her back across the wall as I got myself a redbull to survive the rest of the day. We had a 20-minute break, and now we were seated outside waiting to go back in.

“I didn’t know either, Max texted me this just a couple of hours ago,” I said, taking a sip of the energy drink. I pulled out my phone and showed her the message. “Well, I can see why you’re doing this then,” Marie points to the text of the amount of cash I could win. “What did you end up fixing in your car?”

“I did a bit of mostly everything. I added high-flow catalytic converters, high-flow mid pipes, high-flow fuel injectors, high-flow air induction systems, an upgraded header, and upgraded pulleys. Just newer stuff that the new challengers have nowadays,” I say, laughing at Marie's confused face staring back at me. “Well whatever you said, let’s hope it works out.”

“Trust me it will. Because you’ll be in the seat next to me to see” I smirked.

“Bitch no I am not, the fuck?” Marie gives me a puzzled look. I give her a look for using such profanity. I hated it, I didn't like such strong and hateful words, especially those that meant hurting someone's feelings. I never cursed, I just didn't see the fun or thrill of it, which shocked many.

“You are because you lost the bet last week. And Sheila is out of town. So better bring your mask and helmet,” I say, opening my iPad to get some studying done before my business class after this lecture. “Plus when have you ever turned down the opportunity to ride with me? I know you secretly love it,” I wink at her to which he just shakes her head and smirks.

“I'll do it, but only if you wear the black midi skirt I got you. As a matter of fact, I’ll ride with you only if you let me get you ready and get you sexy,” Marie says. I blush profusely and immediately shake my head no. I would rather die than be seen wearing anything more revealing than my boobs. I'm just too shy and not confident for it. I can’t rock outfits like Marie can.

“Funny but no. You know me, I am good with a revealing top and maybe some tight jeans,” I brushed her idea once again, but knowing how she could be, especially when she's a fashion major, it would be hard. “Either deal or no deal. You know you need me in order to race,” she tries to intimidate to which I finally agree. “I will make you the sexiest girl there. Who knows maybe you’ll be lucky and get laid,” she taunts, an evil grin on her lips.

“Marie!”

“Oh quit the act. We know you are shy and innocent, but you become a freak and a total show when you race. I'll see you tonight,” she winks and walks out, completely leaving the lecture.

—/— Jude’s Point of View —/—

After matches came recovery. And after recovery, it was either a day off or prepping for the next match. Luckily I had the gym area to myself, working with a physical trainer on my knee and doing a few exercises that were as much work. I just needed something to preoccupy my mind before I met with my publicist. It's not that I hated him, I just didn't tolerate such a person like him.

I dragged out this meeting as far as possible but knowing how he is, he wouldn't care. After briefly talking with the PT about a few stretches I could do at home, I walked down the cafeteria and met up with Eduardo, who invited lunch for the both of us. We sat down and just talked about the game plays and the upcoming international break.

Lunch went by quickly, now I found myself walking down the small hallway into the office that belonged to my publicist. I resented him even more for working at the training grounds. I would rather be anywhere else but here. I put myself together and walked into the office only for it to be empty. I just take a seat and go on my phone bored. When Jaime does walk in, he hangs up and opens the manilla folder, where stacks of papers are in.

“Jude you have to quit going out so much! Look at all these articles!” Jaime raised his voice and threw the printed papers onto the marble desk. I rolled my eyes and sunk into my chair, my legs naturally spread apart, as my hand came to my temple.

“Real Madrid’s new star boy stars on and off the pitch. Ancelotti’s new golden boy has a record similar to Grealish, could we expect to see the young player get involved in the same stuff? Oh, my favourite, Jude Bellingham is seen leaving the strip club after the place was recently investigated by local authorities!” Jaime read off the articles, leaning forward to slap the side of my head, when he noticed my unfazed look. “Okay, I get it! Shit!”

“No Jude you don’t get it! How many times have I told you this isn't England? You're in Spain. Dealing with both countries who are on your ass to find every single detail of you. They follow you around with a camera because you let them, you give them a reason too. It's already the fans doing it, but the paparazzi, no I won’t let that slide,”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do? I’ve done everything you’ve suggested me to do! I can’t stop them, or else I'll end up on the cover the next morning. I can’t just quit my fun, because of them. I deserve to have a nice evening with my friends and family, but they're always there!” I bite back.

Not even my mother keeps tabs on me like this man does. I appreciate Jaime, but it's moments like this where I want to get up and leave and do the opposite of what he tells me to do. He takes his job too seriously and overworks himself way too much. I can’t exactly be the person he wants me to be. I hate being driven around or being forced to be someone I'm not.

“We have no say and do on the paparazzi, you know that. But if you keep doing what you do, I'll have to get you a stricter PR contract, and I can assure you, it will be hell. You choose Jude. One more fuck up and it's the first text you’ll receive the next morning,” Jaime threatened.

“You can’t be serious. Jaime, I can’t be hidden away the entire time! I don’t give a shit about what they think of me! I'm focused on football and my family. I told you to let them be and write what they write!,” I say, standing up and grabbing my training bag to leave. “It's my job to protect your image as a person and footballer, Jude. And it will be like that. If you have such an issue, go ahead and fire me, but we both know what that will do for the both of us…”

“One more fuck up Jude, and you will see.” I scoff and walk out, slamming his door. The office workers jump in their seats, while I mumble out curses and insults towards him. Would he really go that far just to keep his job? Threaten my image for his self-satisfaction? Yes, he would. I sigh and scratch my chin impatiently, trying to come up with a different plan to avoid the PR contract he was talking about. But all I could do was come up with reasons and stuff to piss him off.

The idea of a PR stunt sounded stupid. Sure, I have had my share of scandals but nothing too serious like he dramatises. People just can't seem to stand the idea of no commitment, especially if it involves girls. They also couldn't stand the idea of a footballer wanting to go out and enjoy a night of themselves. Some people can be so unreasonable, like Jaime, I would say what I had to say, and I didn't care for anyone’s feelings especially if I spit out the truth.

“Yo! Hey Jude! What’s up? Looks like you got back from speaking with Carlo,” Eduardo comes up and dabs me up, teasing me for my stressed look. I chuckle, “Nah man. My publicist is pissing me off. Trying to tell me what to do and giving me shit about all these articles.”

“When will they learn,” he comments, his brow nudging to the obvious. “For the moment mine hasn't given me ‘advice’ or ‘warnings’ after our trip to South France.”

“Well lucky you. I just can’t stress about this shit right now. We have the upcoming important games, and I am determined to win. And if I do go out, he shouldn’t be up my ass about it every time,” I groan, taking out my phone and seeing a call from Aurélien. “Tchou, how can I help you?” I joke, referring to when he dealt with his situationship while on our trip to France.

“Ha ha, very funny. What are you up to tonight? We’re free tomorrow.”

“Probably nothing. Just walked out on my publicist, so If you have anything in mind to do, say it,” I put the phone on speaker so Eduardo could hear, and let him know. “Me and the guys were gonna head out the city to go to a car meet, out of Madrid,” he says. I give a look to Eduardo who just shrugs his shoulders not retaining the information.

“A car meet? Those exist here?”

“Yes, dumbass. You’d be surprised but, they're very fun. Although we shouldn't be there, it's the only place where people and paparazzi can’t recognize us. They treat each other and us like royalty, plus who wouldn’t mind some fun?” Aurélien says to us. I hesitate, only because of what just happened inside, but also the idea of it being illegal and caught. “You guys in or not?”

“Count me in.”

Jaime wouldn't know. And if Aurélien is saying we wouldn't be recognized, then why the fuck not? I'm not here to just pose for cameras and play. I'm also a regular person who deserves to live his life the way I want. Part of me thought of how bad this idea could be, but truthfully I didn’t give a shit, I just wanted to piss off Jaime. Aurélien advises us to dress nice since people who attended those car races often thought of them as fashion shows. Which is found myself calling the only girl who could help me out.

“Hey, Sunny? Sorry for the late call, could you help me out with an outfit for tonight? Just don't mention it to Jaime.”

—/— (Your Point of View) —/—

“Ok no- That’s like way too revealing! I couldn't pull that off” I brushed away the shortest skirt she found. “Nuh uh- No way. You're going to wear it, and it's going to be worn with these shoes and lace meshy top,” Marie comes behind me and puts both hangers to my front. “My whole butt is out in this skirt! People are gonna see my-” I waved with my hands to my lower region to which she snickers.

“Either you race or don’t,” Marie says, to which I just squint my eyes together. “Fine! I will at least pick out my jacket!” I pick up the clothes and quickly change into the pieces of clothes she gave me. My makeup was already done, a simple and not too heavy look since I had to wear a mask and helmet underneath while I raced. All I had to do was take my hair out of my rollers and apply some deodorant and jewellery and we could make the drive down.

Marie gasped as I walked out, clapping her hands excitedly as she approached me. “You look so fucking hot, I could make out with you!” Her hands roam and fix my skirt so they pull lower and hang around my hips. I give her a look but she quickly shrugs me. I go to the mirror and tug on both items. “I don't know whether to pull this up or or tug it down,” I say shuffling.

“Hurry! Fix your hair and put your boots on. You have a race to win!”

I pose for a selfie when I see Marie point her phone towards me, my hands on the steering wheel as I pull into the gravel road that heads to the main road to the tracks. Goosebumps raise my skin as I hear the music and loud car exhaust as we pull in. Other cars are doing donuts, which I find silly, or showing off their engines. “Hi Matty, how are ya tonight?” I ask the middle-aged man who sighs and hands me my racer number and time slot. He’s tired of his job, but just like everyone else here, he has his reasons. “Same old same old. I bet money on ya tonight, so you better win against that trashy girl Jacqueline,” he points out, handing me back the cashback after I paid. “Good luck tonight, make us proud!” he winks.

I smile and shift to one as I drive down to the start of the line. The tracks are old and kinda messy. They can shift from gravel to normal roads, which causes some drivers to lose focus. “Nervous for tonight?” Marie asks to which I nervously nod. “I mean it's against Jacqueline, we’ve had our shares in the past and she’s good,” I say.

“Yeah but not as good as you. Keep that in mind. Just think of the money, it will be your motive,” she says. We open the door and step out, I hear commotion and then look up to people cheering for me. I wave and thank them before walking over to our group who’s standing by the starting line. We all hug and chat about the race, which is filled with a lot of rivals going head to head.

I could feel my blood pumping as I watched the two Mustangs take out, their exhaust fumes following. The excitement you face also comes to anticipation as you watch which car will make it first to the end. The yellow Mustang wins by .4 seconds after they race for almost two minutes. I turn to the side when I hear my name being called, “Y/n, when are we gonna race?”

“As soon as you let me see what’s under your hood,” they scoff and walk off. It would've been too easy…

—/— (Jude’s Point of View) ---/—

The black LV suit was perfect for the occasion. Aurélien was right, people do dress as if they were attending fashion shows here. We all decided to go in two cars, making the almost forty-minute drive down to this closed-off restricted area. We followed the guide who led us up to the almost ‘VIP’ area.

The commotion was loud. People were either drinking, making out, or dancing. Or those who wanted to feel lucky, gambled money by playing poker. This truly did feel like a bad idea now, but I couldn't care less now that I was drinking a beer. We had clear and perfect views of the track, I was lucky to attend an F1 show in the past but this? This was completely different.

Fancy or new cars racing, and it was just the beginning. I talked with Eduardo for a good time as I observed the loud car go head to head towards the finish line. Music played loudly, but as Aurélien had said, no one recognized us. We step out and that’s when I notice the black challenger pull in. Two girls step out, but it's the driver who gets my attention. She chews gum and listens with boredom as they explain the rules to her.

My eyes roam down her slim and fit body, and I get a closer look when she quickly puts on her mask and helmet. I find myself not being able to look away, especially after she faces her opponent, ignoring their truce handshake. She’s too confident and now has my full attention.

Her windows are rolled down, her hand on the wheel, and the other is on the gear shift, patiently waiting for the light to turn green. “Who’s that?” I finally speak, completely forgetting I was in mid-conversation with Eduardo. “That’s Y/n in the black challenger. And in the red camaro is Jacqueline. They hate their guts, biggest rivals after Jacqueline's brother cheated on a race. Y/n, she’s the best of the best…” speaks a different guy. “Word on the street is that Jacqueline is involved in a gang, but who knows,” he says.

Y/n pulls out her thumb signalling she’s ready, and then quickly drives off when the light turns green. Just like the guy had said, she was the best of the best, quickly drifting and turning onto the tracks. Her car was faster than the red camaro, and you could tell the determination to win was there. I just waited for it to go the other way.

Soon yelling and commotion started when Jacqueline caught up, and took the lead, Y/n just maintained her speed and control as before. “What is she doing? She’ll lose if she doesn't catch up!” said another guy. I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms, looking back at the two cars on the race track. I didn’t understand how this worked, but it looked like not even I could make those turns, especially at those speeds.

Everyone gasped or oohed when the camaro lost control and failed to do the sharp tight turn correctly, cheering when Y/n went back to the lead and quickly made it to the finish line. We walked down to the starting line where she got out, and put her hands up, and cheered. She took her helmet and mask off, and that's when I truly was drawn to her facial features. “Bro? You’re drooling,” Brahim joked to which I just pushed his shoulder.

The crowd went quiet as the red camero pulled in, an angry Jacqueline and passenger getting off to confront Y/n. “You cheated!” she points at her to which the girl wearing all black just snorted and chuckled, “No babes. You just suck. I won, just like the other times before. Now go whine somewhere else and leave us alone for once.”

Her eyes connected with mine, and it felt like time just slowly flew by. Her lips parted, as she took me in, her hand holding the helmet and now stack of cash. She looked away and shyly smiled towards her friends, them congratulating her. She would nod then and there and only stick with those friends. “I’ll be back. Going to congratulate the winner,” I say and smile at Eduardo who wishes me luck. I don't need luck I'm Jude Bellingham.

I was determined to know more about her. Who she was, and why she raced especially. But before I could introduce myself, a loud bang and glass shattering prevented me from doing so. The last I saw while we ran was Y/n getting into her car and driving away. A loud car pulled near us, the familiar face and eyes locking with mine.

“Hurry! Get in!”

---/--- ( author's note) ---/---

hiiiii! first chapter eeekkkk! I hope you all enjoyed it and didn't think this was too long! I truly enjoyed writing this, and can't wait for you guys to read the rest. I'm also praying this doesn't flop or I'll be really upset... have an amazing day!

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runninriot · 2 months

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inspired by the prompt Love is being able to say you’re sorry and mean it by @eyesofshinigami for @steddielovemonth day 23

sorry, not sorry

wc: 1688 | rated: t | tags: Robin Buckley is fed up with her idiot friends, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are oblivious and they’re bad at feelings, Love Confessions, Idiots to Lovers

„Why should I say sorry when he is the one acting weird. I didn’t do anything! It’s not my fault he doesn’t like me.” Steve looks at her, lips forming a bitchy pout, acting annoyed at her for bringing it up – like he really believes his own words and Robin is the one who just doesn’t get it.

Robin rolls her eyes.

God, she wants to strangle him sometimes. And Eddie, too. They are both so stupid, acting like they don’t like each other when everyone and their mother can see the longing looks they throw at each other whenever they are in the same room.

It’s been driving her mad.

They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now, putting up fronts, acting like they just barely tolerate each other’s presence. Like they are forced to get along because of their mutual friends.

It’s bullshit. Sure, these two would’ve never met if it wasn’t for the little shitheads they both took under their wings (or maybe Dustin and his friends are actually the ones that took Eddie and Steve under theirs because the teens are clearly a lot more mature than these two idiots) but now that their worlds have collided, it’s so obvious that there is a connection between them neither wants to admit to.

“You could’ve at least asked him to come?”

“Robs, he didn’t even look at me when he came in earlier. What makes you think he wants to come to my place when he made it clear that he hates everything about the idea of spending time there?”

Steve is having a party on Saturday, invited everyone over, except for Eddie. Not because he purposely meant to exclude him but because Eddie’s been teasing him about it all week. Whenever Steve mentioned his plans, Eddie made a silly comment about how lame it sounds. ‘Bet the music will be all pop and no taste.’ – ‘Just beer? Come on, Harrington, grow up.’ – ‘Oh, a sleepover? Great! Are we gonna do pillow fights and face masks and all that fancy shit, too?’

Yeah, maybe Steve has a point. Eddie really didn’t make it seem like he wanted to be part of it. And it’s not really Steve’s fault for not understanding that Eddie is doing that out of self-protecting reasons. That he’d rather pretend to hate the idea of spending the night at Steve’s than having to live with the rejection of Steve not wanting him there in the first place. Steve is oblivious.

And obviously, Eddie is too.

And okay, Steve hasn’t exactly been showing Eddie that he cares for him either. Always pretends to be annoyed at him. Always bitching about the stupidest and most inane things like – ‘Yeah how about you grow up Mr Dungeon Master?! Aren’t you a little too old to keep playing games with teens?’ – ‘Jesus, Eddie, you know there’s a thing called hair brush one can use to tame that frizzy mop on your head?’ – ‘No thank you, I don’t want to be driving around in your van. That thing looks like it’s gonna fall apart any second.’

They’re constantly bickering and bantering, always so quick to be at each other’s throats. That is, until they think that no one is looking.

Because Steve actually loves to listen to Eddie talk when he’s leading the teens through a campaign, uses all these various voices to interpret the different characters he created.

And Robin just knows Steve’s finger itch to take care of Eddie’s unruly curls himself but he would never offer, would never say it out loud.

Robin can see the way Eddie’s gaze follows Steve around Family Video when he’s talking to her while Steve is attending to another customer – a sickly sweet smile on his lips, with eyes that are basically heart-shaped.

The way he blushes whenever Steve walks around shirtless and in his stupid, tiny shorts (ugh, men), tries and fails so hard every time not to stare with his mouth hanging open.

It’s like they’re both so desperately trying to convince themselves that they hate each other, when all of their stolen glances and hidden smiles keep giving them away.

“You know how stubborn he is. I am pretty sure he would’ve said yes. But you didn’t ask and maybe now he thinks you don’t want him there. Did you think about that?”

Steve worries his bottom lip, looks like he’s contemplating what to say.

“He hates me,” is all he offers and the sadness in his eyes breaks Robin’s heart.

“Talk to him, Eddie.”

“Pff, why should I? I’m not that desperate to attend some stupid party. What do you want me to say to him? Hey, sorry for making fun of you, could I maybe still get a pity invite so I don’t have to spend my Saturday alone and miserable while you’re all having a fun time? Yeah, no. Thanks.”

She’s gonna lose it with these two at some point. Robin has been trying. Beating around the bush, talking about that stupid party like it is the real problem just because neither Steve nor Eddie are ready to admit what it is really about.

“What if I want you there. You’re my friend and I want to spend time with you too.”

“I appreciate it, Bucks. I really do. And I love to hang out with you any time. But this is Steve’s party and if he doesn’t want me there, I have to accept it.”

She wants to shake him. Yell at him to drop the act and be fucking for real, just once.

“Edward Albert Munson.”

The use of his full name has the desired effect of getting his full attention, eyes blown wide and his expression a mix of appalled and impressed.

“Can you, for the love of anything that’s holy, stop pretending to be so above everything and just tell him already?!”

She knows it’s a little unfair to put that burden on Eddie when she could’ve told Steve the same. But she knows that between the two, Eddie will be easier to convince.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie tries, but the blush on his cheeks tells her he knows exactly what she means.

“You know what I’m talking about. I’m sick and tired of watching you guys pining for each other when you could’ve been making out for weeks now if you would just fucking talk.”

“What?!” This time, Eddie seems genuinely stunned.

“You two are perfect for each other. You’re both incredibly stupid and so far up your own asses, that you don’t see what you’re missing out on.”

She crosses her arms before her chest, suppresses the urge to smile triumphantly when she sees Eddie crumble as the realisation hits.

Steve is in the kitchen, preparing some snacks and drinks, when the doorbell rings. Everyone is already there, they’re all in the living room having a great time, so Steve thinks it might just be their pizza delivery.

“Robs, can you get that?”

There’s no answer. Either she doesn’t hear him over the music or, more likely, she ignores him. Steve huffs, drops the bag of chips on the counter and goes to open the door.

He’s fumbling with his wallet, not even looking at the person standing on the bottom of his front steps, when a familiar voice gets his attention.

“Hey, Steve.”

“Eddie? What are you-“

Steve’s heart suddenly picks up speed when his eyes drift to Eddie’s lips, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners.

“I wanted to apologize. I’ve been-“

“No problem, man! I gotta say sorry, too. I should’ve just invited you and stop making such a big deal out of it.”

“Not about- okay, yeah that too but- I’m sorry for being a dick. I’m sorry for- for not being honest with you. And I get that this not the best timing but a little bird told me to man up and-“

Steve’s mind is racing. He doesn’t have a clue where Eddie is going with this. Or maybe he does but he doesn’t want to hold up his hopes because surely, Eddie isn’t going to say what he wants him to.

“I’m not sorry for making you feel like I don’t like you because the truth is, I don’t.”

Steve looks down at his own feet, needs a moment to process, a moment to breathe.

Huh?

“It’s more like, I’m totally gone for you, Steve. I want you in ways that scare me. I’m sorry for making you think I’m not head over heels in love with you and your stupid perfect hair and your annoying kindness and just... everything about you that’s had me losing sleep for weeks now.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” he says when he looks back up, tries not to sound too excited because he feel like he deserves just a little revenge for the way Eddie phrased his earth shattering confession and nearly gave Steve a heart attack with it.

But then Eddie’s eyes fill with tears and there’s defeat written on his face and-

No, that’s not what Steve wants.

“I’m sorry for not doing this sooner.”

He surges forward, nearly misses a step when he flings himself at Eddie, wraps his arms around the other man’s neck and draws him into a kiss.

The kiss is desperate, full of regret for depriving himself of the wonderful feeling of Eddie’s plush lips on his. Dripping with want, spilling all the words he didn’t say, words he wants Eddie to know, to feel in every part of his body.

I’m sorry for not telling you that I love you.

They are too caught up in the moment; too busy making out to notice Robin standing in the doorway, who came looking for Steve. There’s a huge smile on her face and she knows she’ll regret it because they will be insufferable together. But right now, all she is sorry for is not stepping in sooner.

Because they might be idiots but they’re her idiots and they deserve to be in love.

#steddielovemonth #day 23 #love is...#steddie fic #idiots to lovers #steve harrington #eddie munson #matchmaker Robin Buckley

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hyperfixatedimagines · 7 months

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Home for the Holidays Ch.1

Summary: Your family didn't take your coming out well....and instead of spending the holiday alone you join your roommate for Christmas dinner. While Aemond wishes you set your sights on his sister Helaena, your tastes skew much older.

A/N: This is a modern!au milf Alicent x milf lover f!reader. It was supposed to be finished last December lol. It got really long so I broke it into two chapters. It will be smutty, so read with caution if that’s not your thing! Not really smut in part one though.

A/N pt. 2: In this story two of Alicent’s cousins are her older brothers and Baela is not Helaena’s cousin. Not canon compliant.

You knew the holidays were going to be rough this year but had not anticipated just how hard seeing pictures of your family in St. Barts without you would be.

They had not taken your coming out well.

Sure they had promised to keep paying the tuition to your very expensive university until you graduated but that did little to soothe the hurt that their disapproval caused. Your family came from old money, some of the oldest of old in the country, and with that came old ways of thinking. They didn't care that you were gay, plenty of people in your extended family were some form of fruit, but they all stayed in the closet- at least publicly. That was what your family wanted for you as well. Anything to not tarnish their image.

But you couldn't live that way any longer. You wanted to be free.

To your surprise, only your estranged cousin Elia had accepted and even celebrated your coming out of the closet.

Thankfully you had Aemond. The two of you had met in freshman history class. He argued with the professor over every historical inconsistency in his lectures and it drove the professor mad. It made you laugh though. Aemond also came from old money, so the two of you bonded over the pressures that came from families that expected you to be perfect. Sophomore year the two of you moved into an apartment off campus, and your friendship only grew from there.

Aemond was your best friend, and you could not have asked for a better one. Aemond invited you to spend the holiday with his family. He didn’t love spending time with his family as they could be quite a lot but he always went for his mother’s sake.

You figured it beat spending Christmas alone in your flat.

So you got dressed in your very best and sat in the passenger seat of Aemond’s Porsche the whole drive to Oldtown.

Aemond popped another piece of gum into his mouth. “This will be a great opportunity for you and Helaena to bond,” he said as he chewed.

You rolled your eyes. “Not this again.”

Aemond smiled mischievously. “Come on (y/n). You can’t tell me you didn’t feel a connection when she came to visit on my birthday.”

“I can, and I am. She’s not a lesbian Aemond,” you replied.

Aemond was convinced that his sister Helaena was a lesbian. His evidence was that she never had a boyfriend, attended an all women's university, majored in Women’s studies, and only brought home girl best friends for the holidays.

“She talked to you that night, which cannot be said for many other people. Helaena is very selective with who she talks to. You even made her laugh (y/n)! I saw the sparks,” Aemond argued.

You sighed and shook your head. “Even if your sister was by some miracle into women, which I want to firmly state for the record that she is not, she’s simply not my type.”

The light turned red and Aemond’s car pulled to a smooth stop at the intersection. He turned to you.

“You don’t have a type. I’ve seen you bring all types of women home (y/n).”

You smirked. “Ever notice they weren’t at all our age.”

Aemond furrowed his brows. “So your type is older women?”

You nodded. “Yeah, like your mom for example.”

Aemond frowned. “Dude not that again!”

You laughed. “It’s not my fault your mom is a total milf.”

The light turned green. Aemond focused on the road once more. His face contorted in disgust.

“Ugh, yeah you and my mother are not something I’d like to picture.”

You let out another laugh. “Well I certainly have.”

This time Aemond let out a small chuckle. “Do you have the hots for my mother (y/n)? Is that why you said yes to joining us for Christmas?”

You shrugged. “Maybe I do, and maybe it is.”

Aemond chuckled again. “Well if you can make my white, Anglo-saxon, catholic mother do anything untoward this weekend I’ll spend the first two months of the new year cleaning the bathroom every weekend.”

Another red light. The car came to a stop.

You turned to Aemond and put your hand out.

“Deal.”

Aemond turned to you and shook his head. “I was joking.”

“I am not," you replied with a cheeky smile.

“Fine, deal,” Aemond said and shook your hand.

The light turned green. Aemond sped off once more.

You sat back in your seat thinking of Aemond’s mother, Alicent. You had only met her via Facetime when she called to check in on Aemond.

She was a certified smokeshow.

Alicent was beautiful and always held herself with poise. She was dressed impeccably in every photo of her online you could find when you first cyber-stalked her.

She had lost her husband, Aemond’s father, three years ago.

Aemond always skirted around the topic of his father. His father, from what you knew, had never really cared for Aemond and his siblings.

Viserys Targaryen was in his second term as the state's governor when he passed away. The Targaryens were political legends in your state. Many of their family members had been mayors, governors, state senators, and they had even managed to have an ancestor in the oval office.

Aemond’s father had always favored his only daughter from his first marriage, Rhaenyra. He had poised her to be the city’s mayor but his death led to a falling out within Aemond’s family. According to Aemond, they had never gotten along with Rhaenyra and her family but they had been cordial while Viserys lived.

When he died, Rhaenyra (who according to Aemond saw his mother as nothing but a gold digging whore) fought Alicent on every asset Viserys owned and vowed to leave Alicent penniless.

Thankfully Aemond’s mother had her family by her side. The Hightowers of Oldtown were an even older political force to be reckoned with. Their wealth dated back to the very founding of the nation.

Aemond’s grandfather, Otto Hightower, had squandered his own inheritance as a young man. It was rumored his family had cut him off and left him to his own devices after he gambled his money away. So Aemond’s mother had grown up having to make a lot of things happen on her own as they didn’t have their family’s backing for most of her life.

It wasn’t until Alicent married Viserys that the Hightowers welcomed Otto, Alicent, and her brothers back into the family fold.

So when Viserys died Alicent had the army of Hightower family lawyers on her side. Alicent managed to win several of Viserys’ homes and the money the prenup she had signed promised her.

Aemond never really spoke of his father, and when he did it was without warmth or love. So you often wondered if this was how all his family felt or if it was just him. You figured you would soon find out.

Aemond pulled up in front of the massive estate.

You got out of the car and marveled at the impressive family home. It wasn’t bigger than the one your family owned but it did look older and felt more imposing.

The estate was decorated from top to bottom in Christmas decor. It was done tastefully, the lights and decor didn’t look tacky, but it certainly conveyed a love for the holiday not many others shared by the look of the estates Aemond had passed by on the drive up.

Aemond popped the truck of the car open and took out his overnight bag. Then he took a deep breath and walked towards you.

“Say the word and we can still go back to the flat,” he joked.

You raised your brows and gave him a sideways look. “And do what? Eat Chinese take out and get drunk?”

Aemond smiled. “That sounds class to me.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Aemond," said a voice that sounded as sweet as honey and as light as the morning sun.

You and Aemond turned your heads towards the estate.

Aemond’s mother stood at the door. She smiled brightly and waved.

Gods she’s even more beautiful in person, you thought.

Aemond put his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get this over with then.”

You and Aemond walked up to the door.

Aemond’s mother turned to you and gave you a hug.

“It’s lovely to finally see you in person (y/n)," Alicent said as she politely embraced you.

You were surprised but you quickly recovered and returned the embrace. You noted how warm she felt.

“It’s a pleasure Mrs. Targaryen.”

Alicent pulled away and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh none of that. Call me Alicent,” she said with a smile.

You nodded. “If you insist, Alicent.”

She let out a polite laugh then turned her attention to Aemond. She wrapped her arms around her son. “I’ve missed you so much my little dragon,” she cooed.

Aemond blushed as he pulled away from his mother.

“Mom,” he chided.

Alicent laughed. “What? I can’t call you my little dragon anymore?”

You laughed and turned to Aemond. “Little dragon?”

Alicent turned to you. “He used to love running around pretending he was a dragon when he was a boy.”

You reached out and pinched Aemond’s now rosy cheek. “How cute, little dragon.”

Aemond swatted your hand away. “That only happened when I was seven and it’s because the dragon is on our family crest.”

“If it makes you feel better my nickname used to be baby cabbage in our mother tongue," you revealed, hoping to lessen Aemond's embarrassment.

Alicent laughed. “Why baby cabbage?”

You blushed under her gaze. “I was a very chubby baby.”

“How darling,” Alicent quipped.

Butterflies fluttered in your chest at the compliment. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Aemond staring at you.

He cleared his throat and pulled his mother’s gaze away from you. “Let’s go inside, it’s bitterly cold out.”

Alicent nodded. “Of course come on in. Aegon is already up in his room. Helaena and her friend should be getting in any minute now.”

Alicent stepped aside and Aemond walked inside.

You followed after him and felt the butterflies in your chest multiply when you caught Alicent looking you over from head to toe with a small smile on her face.

Aemond and Aegon decided to smoke a joint before dinner.

You weren’t against it but didn’t care to partake so you wandered downstairs and figured you’d ask Alicent if she needed any help with dinner.

You knocked on the wall of the kitchen entryway.

Alicent was stirring something in the saucepan but looked up when she heard you knock. She smiled.

Butterflies filled your chest once more.

“Hi there,” she said.

You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jeans. Your palms had already started to sweat and you hadn't even spoken yet.

“Hi...Uh I was wondering if you needed help with anything?”

Alicent waved you off. “You’re a guest (y/n). I could never ask you to do anything,” Alicent protested.

You stepped closer and leaned against the counter next to the stove. “Then it’s a great thing I’m asking you. Really, I want to help out,” you insisted.

Alicent let out a small laugh. “Okay, you can stir this gravy while I check on the roast.”

You stepped up to the stove and took over the stirring.

Alicent went to the oven that was inlaid on the side of the stove, and took a look at the roast.

“Did you decorate or did you hire someone to decorate your home?”

Alicent stuck a meat thermometer in the roast and turned her head towards you. “Depends, do you think it’s too much?”

You smiled. “Of course not. It’s beautifully done.”

Alicent brightened at the compliment. “Then it was all me,” she beamed.

“Do you always go all out on the holidays?”

Alicent placed the roast back on its rack and closed the oven door. “Just Christmas. It’s my favorite holiday because I finally have my family all under one roof again."

She took her oven mitts off.

You continued to stir the gravy. “Well I hope it’s okay that you have a stray joining you at the table this year."

Alicent approached the stove once more.“It’s Christmas, the more the merrier.”

Then Alicent reached out for the spoon. You went to hand it off.

But then your hand met hers.

You didn’t move, and neither did Alicent.

She met your gaze.

You were too scared to even breathe. It felt as though if you moved even an inch the spell that kept her eyes on you would break.

But it broke anyway.

Alicent cleared her throat and looked away.

You let go of the spoon.

Alicent grabbed the spoon and resumed stirring. With her free hand she lowered the heat of the flame. “Besides, I’ll have two stays. Helaena is bringing a friend from school," she said, as though your brief moment of intense something had never happened.

You took a step back and leaned on the counter. “Right, you mentioned that before. Do you know much about her?”

Alicent continued to stir. She did not meet your gaze. “Not really. Helaena doesn’t share much about her college life with me. All I know is that her name is Baela, and that they’re spending Christmas day with her family.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly. Was Aemond right about his sister being into women?

Alicent noticed. “Why’d you make that face?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just something stupid Aemond said," your face suddenly felt warmer.

Now it was Alicent who raised her eyebrows in intrigue. “What is it?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure if Aemond would mind you sharing his thoughts with his mother.

Alicent noted your apprehension. “I won’t tell Aemond you mentioned anything.”

You looked into Alicent’s eyes. They were a deep and rich brown. They were comforting. You realized that with eyes like that you would tell her anything she wanted. But her gaze was too hot so you swallowed hard and looked away from her when you told her what Aemond had said.

“He thinks Helaena is gay, and is obsessed with getting her and I together. I’m ninety percent sure that’s the sole reason he invited me over today.”

Alicent stopped stirring and stared at you.“Gay? Why does he think Helaena is gay?”

You shrugged.

Alicent placed a hand on her hip. "I think you do know."

You dared look up. Alicent's attention was fully focused on you. You felt your stomach in your throat but you spoke anyway.

“According to Aemond, Helaena never expresses interest in men or in dating a man, only talks about women she admires, attends a historically women’s college and majors in women’s studies, and finally that she only ever brings girls home on the holidays.”

Alicent chuckled and went back to stirring the gravy. “Oh gods. You know I’ve never known why kids today still hang onto outdated stereotypes about sexuality. I was the very same at Helaena’s age, she’ll grow out of it when she meets her future husband. I know I did.”

You pushed yourself onto the counter and sat down, intrigued at the revelation of Alicent's past.

“You were a women’s studies major at an all girl college?”

Alicent tilted her head to the side.“Sort of. I majored in English literature at Vassar, and I only ever brought my girl friends home for the holidays. Until I met my late husband of course.”

Aemond had never told you that his mother had gone to an all women’s university or that she had a BA in English Lit. It piqued your interest. You needed to know more.

“How did you meet him?”

Alicent returned her gaze to the stove and brought the heat of the burner even lower. “My father introduced us. He was Viserys’ chief of staff in his first term.”

You knew there had been an age difference between them but had not imagined it was that big.

“Interesting...”

Alicent didn’t reply but she glanced over at you.

You hopped off the counter, awkward with the sudden silence. “What else can I help with?”

Alicent smiled softly. “You really don’t have to (y/n).”

You shook your head. “I insist. Have you set the table? If not I would be more than happy to do so.”

Alicent turned the heat off and moved the sauce pot to a different burner. She looked up at you. “I laid everything out but I haven’t set it up.”

You clapped your hands together. “Consider it done.”

Then you raised your hand to your forehead and gave Alicent a mock salute.

Alicent laughed.

You set the table as you had always been taught to. Spoons and knives on the right and forks on the left.

Then, just as you were almost done setting the table you realized the salad forks were missing.

You double checked the pile where Alicent had left everything, hoping they were under a napkin and you had simply missed them. But no dice. They weren’t there.

So you walked back to the kitchen.

Alicent was now working on the salad she planned to serve. She looked up when you entered the kitchen, a smile on her face. It seemed like she always had a smile ready for you.

You smiled back, it was instinct around her. “Hey uhm- I’m almost done setting the table but I realized the salad forks are missing. I can’t find them.”

Alicent furrowed her brow. “Really? I could have sworn I set them out with the rest.”

She grabbed a nearby paper towel and wiped her hands of any residue.

Then she exited the kitchen and walked towards her china hutch.

You watched her from the kitchen entryway.

While you waited for Alicent to find the forks you looked about the room. When you looked up you realized someone had hung mistletoe over the entryway.

You smiled.

Alicent walked to you, forks in hand. She stopped at the entryway. “I’m so sorry I forgot to set them out with the rest.”

She handed the forks over to you.

You reached out to take them and for a brief minute your hands met hers, once again.

Your gaze met hers. “Don’t apologize. I honestly don’t know how you’re doing all the cooking and decorating all on your own. Aemond and I were barely able to put a tree up.”

Alicent smiled. She didn’t pull away this time. “You’re too sweet (y/n).”

You returned her smile. Your cheeks were starting to hurt but you wouldn't dare not smile back. “I do have to ask you something," you said, emboldened by the continued contact with Alicent.

Alicent raised a brow. “Ask me something?”

You nodded slightly then continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen mistletoe hung in the entryway of a kitchen before.”

Alicent’s brow furrowed. “Mistletoe?”

You looked up. Alicent followed your gaze.

Her eyes widened a bit when she noticed the mistletoe. “Oh I- That Aegon,” she cursed.

You looked back down at her and laughed.

Alicent met your gaze once more, blush filled her cheeks.

Then she pulled her hands away from yours.

You took the forks and held them against you. “It's quite a funny placement isn't it?"

Alicent walked past you, back to her salad preparations.

“Oh yeah? How so,” Alicent replied, busying herself with her salad to avoid looking at you.

“It reminds me of the old saying, love the meal and kiss the chef."

Alicent stopped chopping the greens and looked over at you. She let out a small laugh. “Is that a saying? I don't think I've heard it before."

You shrugged. “I swear I've heard it before, somewhere...Well if it's not it should be."

Alicent shook her head, the smile still on her face. “Let’s see if you still want to kiss the chef after you’ve had my cooking.”

Butterflies filled your chest. You stood up a little straighter. “Deal.”

Alicent turned to you once more, her eyebrows raised.

You twirled around and walked back to the dining room. You could feel Alicent’s eyes on you as you walked away.

You finished setting the table.

Then you stepped back and admired your work.

You hoped Alicent would like it. So you turned to head back to the kitchen but stopped in the hall when you heard the doorbell ring.

You turned to open it but Aemond beat you to it.

“Sister,” Aemond said and reached out to hug a familiar blonde.

Alicent walked out of the kitchen and went to the door.

Helaena let go of Aemond and turned to her mother. Alicent wrapped Helaena in another hug.

Behind her, a silver haired girl stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Helaena pulled away from her mom and stepped back to the silver haired girl’s side. She slid her hand in the girl’s. “Mom, Aemond, this is my best friend Baela.”

Alicent stepped forward and stuck her hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Baela.”

Baela shook Alicent’s hand. “Thank you for having me over Mrs. Targaryen. Helaena has told me so much about you all.”

Alicent laughed lightheartedly. “All good things I hope.”

You took note that she didn’t ask Baela to call her Alicent.

Aemond gave Baela a polite nod. “Welcome Baela.”

Baela smiled at him. “Thank you Aemond.”

Then Aemond noticed you standing in the hall and he waved you over. You approached them with a smile.

Aemond went to your side and put his arm around your shoulders. “Helaena look who’s joining us tonight.”

Helaena smiled when she turned to face you. “(y/n), it’s nice to see you again.” She stepped forward and gave you a hug.

Aemond dropped his arm and stepped away from the both of you.

You returned Helaena’s hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Aemond giving you a knowing smirk.

Helaena pulled away and held you at arm’s length. “I’m so happy you’re joining us for dinner.”

“As am I,” you replied.

Helaena gave your arms a squeeze before she stepped back to Baela’s side.

You stuck your hand out to Baela. “Nice to meet you. I’m Aemond’s friend (y/n).”

Baela shook your hand warmly. “Nice to meet you as well.”

Then Baela stepped back and Helaena looped her arm around Baela’s.

“We’ll be upstairs in my room. Let us know when dinner is ready,” Helaena said before she and Baela started up the stairs.

“Okay,” Alicent said as she watched them leave. Then she turned to you and Aemond.

“Do you need any more help,” you asked Alicent.

Alicent shook her head. “You’ve been a tremendous help. Please go have fun.”

Aemond put his arm around your shoulders once more. “Let’s go play some video games on Aegon’s new system.”

Aemond led you to the stairs.

You craned your head back to look at Alicent. “If you need any more help just let me know! I’d be more than happy to.”

Alicent gave you another smile. “I will.”

Then she walked back into the kitchen and you followed Aemond up the stairs.

After about an hour of playing mario party with Aemond and Aegon (who you didn’t much care for because he could be crass but he had never been improper towards you so you didn’t mind him much) you heard the doorbell ring.

“That will be grandfather,” Aemond said with a sigh.

Aegon slumped down in his gaming chair on the ground. “I don’t want to go down.”

Aemond clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Sooner we go say hello the sooner we can say goodbye.”

Aegon groaned.

You turned to Aemond. “Oh come on, your grandpa can’t be that bad.”

Aegon looked at you with an incredulous expression. “You have no idea."

Then you all stood and made your way to the entrance.

You trailed behind the boys.

You saw Alicent at the door with an older man who you figured was her father, and three younger men who greeted Alicent with smiles and hugs. You figured they were her brothers.

Aemond had told you he had three uncles on his mother’s side. He hadn’t mentioned much about them other than they were all still bachelors, which to you spoke volumes about them as two looked older than Alicent and only one looked younger than her.

The older man turned to Aegon and Aemond, who were now at the door.

“Boys,“ the man cheered before greeting each one with a hug and heavy pat on the back.

Aemond returned the hug while Aegon went limp in his grandfather’s arms. Then their uncles greeted each one.

You noticed that Alicent had straightened her posture and kept a more neutral expression. She greeted her father and sibling politely, with none of the warmth of earlier greetings.

There was a lot that you didn’t know about Alicent and her family but you figured it was not all rainbows and sunshine by the change in her demeanor.

“You got here just in time father. Dinner is ready and served,” Alicent proclaimed.

Her father nodded. “Very good timing Alicent.”

Then Alicent turned to Aemond. “Would you tell the girls it’s dinner time?”

Aemond nodded. Then he sped back up the stairs. He reached you and started to tell you but you told him you had heard.

So he left you and went to tell Helaena and Baela.

You made your way down the staircase and to the dining room.

Alicent’s father and brothers seated themselves. Her father sat at the head of the table and insisted Aegon sit on the other end. Aegon did not protest.

Alicent came out of the kitchen with the salad she prepared in her arms.

You went to her side. “Do you need any help bringing out the food?”

Alicent gave you a half smile. “It’s alright (y/n). I’ve set it all on the table. You just sit down and enjoy.“

You nodded and followed Alicent into the dining room. You sat down on the empty side of the table. You introduced yourself to Alicent’s family as you sat down. They all gave you various levels of appropriate greetings.

Thankfully Aemond, Helaena and Baela came in and sat down next to you. Aemond sat to your right, beside his grandfather, and Helaena to your left. Baela sat on her left, with Aegon on Baela’s left. Opposite you sat Alicent. To her left sat her brother Gwayne (as he had introduced himself to you), beside his father. To Alicent’s right sat her brothers Lyonel and Martyn.

You took in the sight of the absolute feast that was before you. “This all looks delicious, Alicent,” you said without thinking.

Alicent gave you a small smile, blush tinting her cheeks once again. “Thank you (y/n). You’re too kind.”

Her father, Otto as you now knew him, let out an indifferent huff. “The roast looks a bit overdone. How long did you leave it in for,” he remarked.

Alicent’s smile fell from her face. She looked down at her hands. “I followed mother’s recipe to the letter father.”

Otto let out another huff. “We’ll see about that.”

Alicent frowned.

Your focus was pulled away from them when Aemond gently ribbed you with his elbow.

“You’ve got the perfect seat to talk to Helaena,” he whispered.

You turned your head slightly to get a better look at Helaena. She was too busy chatting with Baela to even notice you.

You turned back to Aemond. “It’s not happening Aemond.”

Aemond frowned then turned his attention to his grandfather.

Otto rose from his seat and tapped his wine glass with a fork, calling everyone’s attention.

“It warms my heart to see the family gathered for another Christmas. A man’s true wealth can be measured by the strength of his family...and the strength of his business. I am pleased to announce that your uncle Ormund has set up a donor fund for Aegon’s first mayoral campaign.”

Alicent’s brothers clapped and cheered for Aegon. Alicent clapped softly and gave Aegon a sympathetic look.

Aegon’s face turned a sickly pale color. He didn’t meet his grandfather’s gaze.

You had a feeling this was the first Aegon was hearing of his mayoral candidacy.

Otto raised his glass. “To Aegon, first stop the mayor of Oldtown, last stop the president’s office.”

“Huzzah,” Martyn cheered.

You raised your glass alongside the rest purely out of propriety. Everyone could tell by the look on Aegon’s face this was the last thing he wanted.

You turned to look at Alicent who had guilt written all over her face. Your heart softened.

Otto set his glass down after taking a drink. Then he grabbed the carving knife and fork and got to work on the roast.

The meal was going well. Until of course Alicent’s family set their attention towards you.

Lyonel, Alicent’s eldest brother, turned towards you. “So (y/n), what’s your family do?”

Martyn nodded. “Yeah your name sounds familiar.”

You took a quick sip of your wine before you replied. “My family are mainly philanthropists now but our family used to own the majority of the railways in the country,” you confessed.

“That’s right, (y/l/n) rail,” Otto chimed in.

“Yes sir, but my father is focused on tech philanthropy now.” Below the table your palms started to sweat. Talking with Otto Hightower felt a lot like speaking with your grandfather as a child. They both had very imposing auras.

“A pity,” Martyn responded as he shoveled another piece of roast into his mouth.

Alicent whipped her head towards her brother. “Martyn,” Alicent chided.

Martyn shrugged. “What? Her family used to be major players in the nation.”

Lyonel nodded, agreeing with his brother. But he didn’t stop there. “So why aren’t you spending Christmas with them?”

You dug your fingers into the palms of your hands. You felt like something was stabbing the inside of your throat.

Thankfully, Alicent and Aemond came to your aid. “Lyonel,” Alicent reprimanded.

Then she turned to you. “You don’t have to answer that (y/n). Please forgive my brothers.”

Aemond nodded. “Yeah (y/n) you don’t have to engage my troublesome uncles.”

Lyonel and Martyn rolled their eyes.

Otto was silent but his piercing gaze remained on you.

You swallowed hard before you put on a polite smile. You looked at Aemond then at Alicent. “It’s alright,” you assured them.

Then you turned to Alicent’s brothers.

“I came out to my family a few months ago and it's safe to say they don’t approve of my new ‘lifestyle’ as they call it.”

Lyonel’s face went red. Martyn looked away.

Internally, you smiled at the sight of them embarrassed.

Alicent’s voice pulled you back to the present. “They’ll come around eventually (y/n). The love a parent has for their child is immeasurable.”

You smiled at her. “I really hope you’re right.”

Gwayne, who had not said much all dinner, cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him.

He turned to Aemond. “So Aemond, how’s your fencing coming along?”

And just like that the pressure was off you and onto Aemond.

Many minutes later the meal came to a close.

The men whisked Aegon and Aemond outside to play ball, leaving only the women inside.

You, Alicent, Helaena, and Baela cleaned up the table.

Alicent and Baela made their way to the kitchen with the leftover food while you and Helaena stacked up a pile of dirty dishes.

Helaena looked over at you. “That was very brave of you,” she said.

You set the plate you had picked up down. “What was brave?”

Helaena stopped clearing the table. She turned to face you. “Telling everyone your family iced you out after you came out. Coming out to your family is incredibly brave, and you’re even braver for sharing that with practical strangers.”

You smiled and felt your face warm. You weren’t attracted to Helaena but she had an otherworldly presence that made any attention she gave you feel special. “Thank you Helaena.”

She reached out and squeezed your shoulder. “If you ever need to talk or need support, I’m here for you.”

You put your hand on top of hers. “Thank you.”

Then the two of you finished clearing the table.

You finished bringing the last of the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

Helaena trailed in after you and set her stack on the counter. “Mother, Baela and I will be in my room.”

Alicent nodded, up to her elbows in leftover food that she was trying to shove into various containers.

Baela and Helaena left the kitchen.

You turned to Alicent. “Do you need some help with that?”

Alicent struggled to secure the lid on the container as she had over packed it with food. Alicent shook her head. “I got it.”

You continued to watch her struggle. “I don’t think you do.”

Alicent stopped trying and stepped aside. “Okay then tough guy, you give it a go.”

You smiled and walked up to the counter. You pressed the lid down on all sides until you heard it click. It was secure.

Alicent clicked her tongue. "Lucky try."

You turned to her. “Always happy to help.”

Alicent took the container full of food and stacked it with the others. “You don’t have to hang around here (y/n). You can go see Aemond or Helaena.”

You furrowed your brows. “Helaena?”

Alicent turned to the fridge and started the game of stacking the leftovers. “Yes, I saw the two of you talking while you cleared the table. Perhaps Aemond was right after all. I’ve never seen Helaena take to someone new so quickly.”

“You were watching us," you asked, butterflies forming at the thought of Alicent spying on you.

“Why do you say it as if I was spying on you? I saw you from the window in the kitchen is all." She said with a lazy smile on her face.

“Right....We were just talking. Besides,Aemond is out playing sports with your brothers and father and I am not a sports fan. And I would hate to interrupt Helaena and Baela's alone time,” you joked.

Alicent chuckled. She turned to grab the rest of the leftovers from the counter.

You stepped forward and grabbed them. You handed them to her, one by one. “Besides, I like being in your company,” you confessed.

Alicent stopped arranging the leftovers and looked back at you. “Really?”

You nodded.

Alicent smiled shyly and returned her attention to the refrigerator. “I wish my own children felt the same. All but Aemond dodge my calls.”

You shrugged. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always free.”

Alicent turned to you and you handed her the final container of leftovers. “Thank you (y/n).”

Her fingers lingered over yours. Alicent looked down at them. She stared at them for a moment before biting her lip.

“What’s your verdict?”

You furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry?”

Alicent looked up, and took the container from you. “About my food. Was it good enough to kiss the chef?”

Your face went hot. “Oh...uhm I-”

Alicent placed the container in the fridge then closed it. She turned back to you.

You were still too stunned to say anything.

So her smile fell and she shook her head. “Forget it, it was stupid.”

“No it’s not stupid I-," you stammered then cleared your throat. “I was just caught off guard is all.”

Alicent stared at you, not saying anything.

So you continued.

“The roast was cooked perfectly.”

Her smile returned. “Thank you (y/n).”

You stepped closer to her. “So I do believe I will kiss the chef after all.”

Alicent swallowed hard, not taking her gaze off you. “Oh,” she whispered.

You stood in front of her, and looked down at her lips. “May I?”

The last thing you wanted was for Alicent to feel uncomfortable or coerced. So you waited for her reply before doing anything else.

Alicent gave you an almost imperceptible nod.

You leaned in, at first determined to kiss her lips, but as you neared her skin you thought better of it.

She was just committing to the bit, you told yourself, she didn't actually want you to kiss her.

So you placed a gentle kiss on Alicent’s cheek, inches away from her lips but still in a chaste enough location.

You noticed a small frown spread across Alicent’s lips as you pulled away.

But it was quickly wiped away.

Alicent blushed furiously. She looked away from you.

You also felt your face warm.

You heard footsteps approach the kitchen. So you stepped away from Alicent and leaned on the counter.

Alicent must have also heard them as she busied herself with wiping down the stove top with a nearby rag.

Aemond appeared moments later. He looked between you and his mother, slightly suspicious, but then he shook his head and turned to you. “Aegon wants another couple rounds of Deadly Fighter 5. You up for it?”

You nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Aemond turned and headed towards the hall.

You started after him but turned at the entryway of the kitchen. “It was a lovely meal, thank you.”

Alicent nodded, her cheeks still rosy. “Of course.”

Then you hurried after Aemond.

A part of you wished you had been brave enough to kiss Alicent on the lips.

You mashed various button combinations as your chosen fighter threw punches at Aemond’s chosen character on the tv screen.

He was currently beating you in the second round.

Behind you, Aegon took a hit from his bong and blew it out in perfect circles.

“So let me get this right, you want to fuck our mom,” Aegon repeated.

You grimaced. “Why must you say it like that?”

Aemond’s character delivered the killing blow to you. You lost.

Aemond turned to you. “Aegon’s crudeness aside, he’s not wrong. I’ve seen the way you linger in the kitchen alone with her.”

You felt your face start to warm. You cleared your throat and tried your best to appear nonchalant.

“I didn’t want her to think I was a rude guest. No one else was helping her,” you argued.

Aegon took another hit before he spoke again. “You know, I always thought Mom was a lesbian,” he mused.

Aemond turned to him. “You did?”

Aegon nodded. “She never really liked Dad, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard her call a man sexy.”

Aemond furrowed his brows. “Because Dad was a dick. Mother is a devout Catholic she would never call another man sexy. I don’t even think that word is in her vocabulary.”

You turned to Aemond. “Your arguments for why Heleana is gay are just as flimsy.”

Aegon turned to Aemond. “You think Helaena is gay?”

Aemond shrugged. “What else could she be? She’s definitely not into men.”

“She’s not into anything. She’s a freak like that,” Aegon said and laughed at his own joke.

Aemond threw a pillow at Aegon’s head.

It bumped Aegon’s head and knocked the bong out of his hands.

“Hey,” Aegon whined.

You and Aemond laughed.

An hour later, the time had arrived for you to leave.

You descended the stairs with Aegon and Aemond in tow.

At the bottom of the stairs Alicent was already saying goodbye to her father and brothers. She finished giving each a hug goodbye.

Then she noticed Aemond and Aegon. Alicent asked the boys to say goodbye to their grandfather and uncles.

Aegon and Aemond did as their mother asked and gave their family a hug goodbye.

Helaena and Baela came down the stairs and Helaena said goodbye to her grandfather and uncles.

Once they were gone, Helaena informed her mother it was time for her and Baela to leave.

Alicent gave Helaena a big hug. “I’ll miss you, my bug, she said as she gave Helaena a kiss on the forehead.

Then Alicent said goodbye to Baela, another handshake.

Baela and Helaena made their way out the door.

You were the last guest there.

Alicent and the boys looked towards you.

You dialed your cousin Elia once more. Once again you got the automated message the call could not be connected.

“I’m having some trouble with my cell. Could I use your landline?” You asked.

Aemond furrowed his brows. He turned to his mom. “Do we even have one?”

Alicent nodded. “Of course we do.” Then she turned to you. “It’s this way.”

She led you to a small alcove with the landline and a seat next to it at the end of the hall.

You thanked her and dialed Elia’s number once more.

This time you got through. It rang three times before she answered.

“Hello?”

“Elia, it’s (y/n). I’m calling from my friend’s landline. I couldn’t get through on my cell for some reason.”

You pressed the phone closer to your ear. There was a lot of background noise and you could not hear Elia very well.

“I tried to call you. I can’t make it out to pick you up. There’s been a freak snowstorm in Sunspear. They closed all the roads and aren’t letting anyone through. I’m so sorry kiddo,” Elia lamented.

Your heart sank.

One for the snow storm that was probably wreaking havoc in Sunspear. It was a town that almost never got anything besides sun.

And secondly because now you had no way to get back to your flat.

You swallowed hard before answering. “Stay safe Elia. Please call me with updates, okay?”

“You got it kiddo. Is there anyone else who can take you home?”

“I’ll figure it out, Elia. Don’t worry about that,” you said.

The line started to fade in and out. Elia wished you a safe ride home and a merry Christmas.

You did the same then hung up.

Then you walked back to the entryway where Alicent, Aegon and Aemond stood.

You shoved your hands in your pockets. “Soo...a freak snowstorm hit Sunspear and Elia can’t pick me up.”

Alicent frowned. “Oh no, is she alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah she’s doing okay. Uhm, so I’ll try to call my family’s driver to see if he can make it out. It might take him an hour or two to drive from High Garden but I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Alicent shook her head and approached you. “Nonsense, you’ll stay the night with us and you can leave with Aemond tomorrow evening.”

She reached for your hands and held them. “Got it?”

You flushed. “I couldn’t possibly bother you all like that.“

“You are no bother (y/n). Now come on, let me show you to the guest bedroom.”

Then Alicent pulled you along the staircase and to the guest bedroom.

Aemond trailed behind the two of you.

Alicent led you to a beautiful room with ample space and a fireplace. She asked Aemond to start a fire as the room could get quite cold at night.

Aemond did so without protest and soon a fire roared in the hearth.

Then Alicent asked Aemond to fetch you a pair of his pajamas.

Again, Aemond did so without protest.

While Aemond was gone you turned to Alicent. “Are you sure this isn’t an imposition? I can still call the family driver.”

Alicent waved you off. “You’re staying and that’s final. You got it?”

You nodded. Her dominant tone ignited a flame of your own. “Thank you,” was all you could say without giving your desire away.

Aemond returned with a fresh pair of pajamas in hand. He gave them to you.

You thanked him.

Alicent clapped her hands together. “Wonderful, we will leave you to get settled. Breakfast is tomorrow at 9am.”

You nodded. “Got it.”

Alicent reached out and gave your shoulder a light squeeze. “Sleep well,” she said.

You smiled. “You as well.”

Then Alicent turned and left the room.

Aemond stepped forward. “We’ll try again with Helaena at New Years.”

You groaned. “Please, no more of that.”

Aemond chuckled. “We’ll see. Good night (y/n).”

“Good night Aemond,” you replied as you shook your head.

Aemond walked out and shut the door behind him.

Finally, you were alone.

You changed into the pajamas Aemond gave you and settled into the plush king sized bed. You closed your eyes and hoped sleep would come. You decided to think about Alicent, in hopes you dreamt of her.

You smiled.

Unfortunately, sleep did not come for you. You tossed and you turned.

All you could think of was how much fun your family was probably having without you in St. Barts.

Then you did the worst possible thing. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and pulled up your mother’s facebook account.

She had already posted many photos of the family in St. Barts. They were smiling from ear to ear, tanned, and it seemed like no one cared you were not in any of the pictures.

Your mom made no mention of your absence in the text of the post and none of the comments (mostly your mom’s pta and book club friends) asked about your whereabouts.

You clicked through the many photos. It wasn’t until you clicked on the last photo that you lost it.

It was a picture of your whole family (minus you), with a caption that read, “Family time is the best time. So thankful to God for allowing the whole family to join us for this Christmas getaway.”

Tears welled in your eyes. They had completely erased you out of the family. You threw your phone across the room.

The tears fell from your eyes and stained your cheeks. You could not stop the sobbing that followed.

It was stupid. You were stupid.

You should not have been crying for a family that clearly did not want you. You wiped your tears and tried to calm yourself.

You struggled to do so but after a few minutes you were finally able to breathe normally again.

You got out of bed and crossed the room to where you had thrown your phone. Then you picked it up. It was a little busted but nothing cracked.

So you pocketed it and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water.

As you started towards the kitchen you noticed lights were on in the study down the opposite hall.

Aemond had briefly mentioned the study on the initial tour he had given you.

You wondered who else was up this late as it was well past 2am.

So you stepped closer. As you neared the study you started to hear small cries and sobs.

You got closer and tried to peer inside.

Thankfully the door was ajar enough that you saw who was inside.

It was Alicent.

The first thing you noticed was how low cut her nightgown was.

It was a beautiful sage green, and it hugged her body pretty tightly. Then your gaze traveled back to the low cut top of the nightgown. You knew it was wrong to stare but you wanted to take in just how stunning Alicent was.

You looked closer and noticed her nipples peeked through the fabric of the nightgown. You swallowed hard.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

Then Alicent sniffled and dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.

You shook your head. She was clearly upset and there you were ogling her.

You stepped back and tried to leave.

But it was too late.

Alicent stood from her seat. “Who’s there?” She called out.

You didn’t reply. You were far enough away that you hoped by staying quiet she would drop it and you could leave.

You didn’t want to intrude on a clearly private moment.

“Come forward,” Alicent demanded.

You silently cursed yourself. You had no choice but to enter the study.

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Y/N makes a choice. Who will she take it further with? ⚽️💔🤔❤️‍🔥

18 plus - Adult Themes, Language, Sex

Jack got up early and packed up the jeep loading pups in the back to head to Lexington. He sort of let you know he was coming but not for the reason he said. He told you he was taking a road trip to see KY Engineering because KY and Nemo were being honoured with a state award and wanted Jack to go. This was only partially true. They were being honoured but Jack had no plans to go and it wasn’t for another week. He told you he’s was due for some time with KY in the studio and to hang out in Lex for a a bit. You shrugged it off and went about your day. You were not nearly as affected anymore by Jack since you and Sunni had formed such a solid bond.

Jack picked up Urban and hit the highway. It was nice to just get away for a bit with some beats pumping and Lexington was under 2 hours away. Urban smelled a rat and called Jack out on it and immediately.

“So just headed to Lex to hang out huh?” Urban said suspiciously

“Yup.” Jack said dodging any further discussion.

“You. Who hate Lexington are just going there to chill out when Y/N is there in a soccer tournament to chill with KY and Nemo who you see all the time.” Urban said now more directly.

“Fuck bro what do you want from me?” Jack yelled over the music and noise from the open road.

“The truth maybe?” Urban said unapologetically

“I gotta talk to Y/N is all.” Jack confessed “I need to tell her...I…I like her a lot and I just want to see if she feels the same. You know we ain’t getting any younger bro. You’re happy with your lady. I figured it’s time to lock in with a real one before..”

“Before Sunni snatches her soul.” Urban chuckled “Gotta hand it to bro, he landed Y/N. He can cook though, girls love that, and he’s got that dorky sexy thing going on. Remember everyone had a crush on Y/N at one point?”

“He didn’t fucking land Y/N. They’re just hanging out and talking and shit.” Jack said confidently. “He is not sexy at all, he’s just a bootleg me. I know what’s best for Y/N. I’m the one she really wants but every time I had to avoid the situation because of my lifestyle.”

“Ok bruh.” Urban said “You tell yourself whatever you need to.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jack said getting flustered.

“Yo sorry…eyes on the road.” Urban apologized for riling Jack up while he was driving.

They pulled up eventually to the gym at the University of Kentucky. Almost immediately there were whispers and pointing at the car as Jack parked. They snuck up on Y/N’s team in a huddle as the gym door was cracked open. Everyone froze as Jack and Urban got closer. None of them had really met a celebrity before, and Urban was almost as famous as Jack’s best friend.

Y/N turned around swiftly as the coach said “Jack Harlow? What are you doing here sir. Nobody told us you were coming.”

“Yeah what are you doing here?” You said with an edge still upset Jack was always mean to you, especially lately.

“C’mon, I can’t drop by?” Jack said oozing charm with his diamond earrings and megawatt smile.

“Um of course you can. Welcome to our practice Mr. Harlow. It’s an honour to have you here.” The coach apologized. “Ok girls don’t get distracted.” The coach yelled at the team about to hit the field.

Jack had never actually seen you play. It’s one of the many things you were mad at him for. Sunni made an effort to rearrange his work schedule to see you play all the time. “So you just in town to hang with KY huh?” You said with no hesitation to let Jack know you weren’t feeling him at all at the moment. “Where’s Sunni did he come for the ride?” You asked hopefully.

“Sunni ain’t here. I’m here.” Jack said firmly stirring something up inside of you that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Sunni is always with me.” You shot back.

“Why don’t you run along and get on the field. I came here to watch a star play my favourite sport.” Jack taunted. He was never just going to be nice.

“Oh I’m going to fucking play.” You said with clenched teeth. Jack had a way of getting under your skin. “But you know by this time Sunni would be telling me I can do anything and to just do my best.”

“That’s sweet but that’s not what you need.” Jack replied looking deep into your eyes. “Now go out there and practice hard like UK’s head is already on a platter. This is the finals. You wanna a sweet pep talk or to be told you are a demon and you’re going to crush them.”

“I’m a fucking demon.” You repeated feeling the competitive juices flowing.

“That’s my baby.” Jack said knowing it was what you longed to hear.

“Don’t do that. I know what you’re doing and I know why you’re here. I like Sunni.” You said assuredly.

“Y/N we’ve been in love since we were kids.” Jack said shocking you as he’d never admitted that before.” You know who you belong to now go play.”

“I belong to me and me only.” You said stopping in your wrath only to pet and kiss pups who was dying to jump into your arms.

“Y/N! You’re in!” The coach yelled.

Jack sent Urban and pups to the hotel as he wanted to be alone with you after practice. He sat and watched you in amazement. He knew you could play but he didn’t know how good you were. There was no doubting the olympics was in your future. He felt so proud as you scored twice and played rough. It turned him on to see you out there outshining everyone.

“C’mon Y/N get it! Steal it!” Jack yelled as the team looked at him. They were nervous he just showed up but everyone knew Sunni as Y/Ns sort of man and that her and Jack had been friends since forever so they didn’t think anything much of him cheering you on and bought the story of him just passing by and in town for other reasons.

After you showered and were the last to come out from the locker room hoping Jack would be gone, he was still there and motioned over to you. “I should stick with the team.” You said tired and sore.

“Nonsense, you know we need to talk.” He said smoothly.

“About what?” You said confused “You know you got some…nerve.” You said softly as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your heart raced and your head was swimming. You hated the effect he had on you and thought Sunni had successfully gotten you over him.

“Is the locker room empty?” Jack said breathlessly

“Jack no it’s not that easy.” You said weakly “Please Sunni is a good guy. He’s our friend.”

“He’ll understand he’s not your man and he doesn’t have you like I do. Our souls are one and you know that.” Jack said touching his forehead to yours. I need you right here right now. Please. After this if you choose Sunni I…I’ll leave you alone I swear.”

“No you won’t. You always do this.” You said getting weaker and he knew it. He pressed you up against the wall and began feeling under your shorts to push his fingers into your aching space. You moaned as his hands thrust in and out of you getting slicker with your passion for him. He kissed you hard and with his other hand grasped your breast. You pulled him into the locker room and locked the door.

He was bulging hard in anticipation of getting inside you but propped you up on a bench and pulled your shorts down. He forced your legs apart and licked your glistening pussy like a sweet lollipop before forging ahead with his tongue penetrating your inner core. He sucked your clit hard making you say his name “Jack!! Ughh!!” and grab a handful of curls as you arched your back.

He swivelled his head and drove deeper making you cum within minutes. This had happened before many times. Jack would toy with you eating you out in the back of his Jeep and dropping you back to your dorm. This went on for a year and nobody knew. You both felt that as long as you didn’t have sex with each other it didn’t count. It never amounted to anything so you didn’t tell Sunni.

“Fuck I missed how you taste.” Jack said wiping your cum off his cherry lips. He stood up so now his dick was bulging in his pants right in your face. You quickly pulled his sweatpants down as it sprung out you grab the rock hard shaft and took it all the way in until it hit the back of your throat. Jack winced in agonizing pleasure as he was sensitive to deep head. You pulled his warm cock out of your soft wet mouth slowly, looking up at him making him desire you more. He bent you over a desk and pulled on your ponytail as he entered you roughly.

“Jack!! Please!!” You cried out but he showed no mercy driving into you like a freight train in and out. You had to remember him. He couldn’t send you back to Sunni with some run of the mill memory. He wanted you to feel this for a long time.

“Do you feel me?” He said breathing hard and not letting up on his relentless rhythm slapping against your ass with his whole body. He was large and you definitely felt him deeply tearing your inner walls down.

“Yes!!” You screamed as his grip on your ponytail tightened and he thrust with more force. Suddenly you felt him pull out and heaved a sigh of relief but it wouldn’t last long.

“Come and fuck me.” He demanded as he sat on a chair, his cock hard and slick from being far inside you. You obeyed and positioned yourself to sit on him taking in his full length. He groaned and threw his head back only to slap and grab both your ass cheeks as you rode him steady and strong. It stung but he slapped your ass again and slightly smiled as a tear slid down your cheek but you didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around you and sucking on your tits he forced you up and down harder.

“I…Jack! I…I…oh god!” You exclaimed as you gushed all over him wetting up his stomach. He kept you straddled walked over to a pile of blankets laying you on top and entered you again more slowly which was even worse as now you were sore. You hung onto him and winced in pain as he pushed into you.

“Come for me again.” He commanded picking up speed and covering your mouth. You screamed into his hand and clawed at his back.

“Jack stop! I can’t take it.” You pleaded

“Come for daddy one more time.” Jack breathed in your ear as he had you pinned down driving to hit your g-spot. His head was starting to throb as he was minutes away from exploding.

“I’m coming baby.” You whispered “Cum with me.” You opened your legs more so he could press further into you.

“Y/N shit!!” Jack cried as he pulled out and came all over you rubbing his cream on your tits. He was drenched in sweat and collapsed onto the pile of blankets next to you pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his chest heaving and in disbelief of what just happened.

“Never forget this even if you choose Sunni.” Jack said kissing you on your head. “I love you so much it hurts me and I always will. I would give you a life you can only dream of.”

“Jack I love you.” You said determined for him to know even if it didn’t work out which you were doubtful it would.

“But..” he said sensing something bad coming.

“But I…need stability and consistency.” You said honestly.

“Done. I’ll cancel tour if you want me to.” He said eagerly.

“Lord no don’t do that I’m not that important” you said as you both started looking for your clothes. He stopped you and his piercing ice blue eyes saw right into you.

“Is that…is that what I’ve done to you?” He said searching for the answer in your eyes. “You think you’re not important to me?”

“Yeah.” You said shortly as if it was common knowledge. “You literally dodged me every time I wanted more and were with so many other girls right in front of me.”

“I’m an asshole. You know what? I’m sorry this happened. I came here thinking this would make you mine.” Jack said hanging his head.

“Jack I belong to you. I can’t change that, but Sunni is a great guy. He looks after me.” You said matter of factly.

“So what does that mean?” Jack said tears welling up in his eyes.

“It means…when I get back to Louisville, Sunni and I are making it official. I’m sorry Jack but I can’t trust you.”

Jack took you to your hotel in silence. He couldn’t believe after all that you chose Sunni. He enveloped you in a a huge hug and planted a kiss goodbye on your cheek. “You’re mine forever do you understand?” He said looking down at you.

“Yes. I do.” You said in agreement as you didn’t want to pretend you didn’t have a bond with Jack that could not be broken, but he had broken your heart too many times and you knew Sunni would take care of you in a way you deserved. You walked into the 21C hotel lobby and turned to wave goodbye with a dimpled smile and blew him a kiss.

He caught it and held it close to his chest with a goofy grin and made you giggle, knowing you made the right choice.

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice

#jack harlow #romance #fanfic #jackman thomas harlow #dramatic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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ryukatters · 2 years

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lil nsfw here but bf!armin is definitely type of guy who leaves bite marks all over ur body especially ur ass and acts surprised when you finally noticed them lmfao (i’ve this has been in my head rent free)

He’s SOOOO— 😭

Armin is known to be calm and collected most of the time, and he thinks he manages his emotions pretty well. Whenever he’s around you, however, he’s overwhelmed with emotions and it makes him mad lmfao. He just feels so much for you that it drives him just a little insane. And he’s usually so good with words, but you just have a way of frying his brain and making him speechless. So forgive him he’s just trying to get back at you :/

You have a grip on him and he tries so hard not to let you know that in fear of inflating your ego lmfao

You tend to get caught up in the heat of the moment, so you don’t even notice (or mind, at the time at least) when he bites you.

If Armin has anything, it’s the audacity to act surprised when you barge into his room berating him about leaving marks for everyone to see.

“Armin,” you start, voice tight.

“Yes, love?” he says, voice dripping with honey.

You grit your teeth. Maybe Armin can manage to deceive others with his sweet and innocent facade, but you can see right through his bullshit. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had two red horns poking through his blond locks.

“‘Yes, love?’“ you do an awful impersonation, lowering your voice to mimic his. “Don’t act innocent with me, Arlert. You know what you did.”

Armin has the gall to raise his eyebrows in surprise, mouth gaping to form a little ‘o’.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, honey,” he tuts, “‘cuz I’m kind of lost here.”

You have to resist the urge to walk on right up to him, grab him by the shoulders and rattle him until his eyes cross. You opt to take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“You know,” you start, “I was having a really great day. I checked the weather, saw it was gonna be warm, so I decided to dress cute and wear shorts. Got out and got coffee— ran into Sasha and Mikasa on the way.” Your feet pad across the jute rug in Armin’s room that was always kept impeccably clean— just another reason to add on to your annoyance. You stop just a few steps shy of your boyfriend who’s sitting comfortably on his bed. “They asked me to get lunch, so we met up with Connie and Eren. Everything’s all good, right?”

“Sure,” Armin says lightly.

You feel your eye twitch involuntarily. Did he not understand the problem here? “Yeah, well it was,” you snap. “Until I decided to get up to use the restroom, and Eren points out that I have a bunch of fucking hickeys up my shorts!!”

His expression is unreadable, and for once, your boyfriend has nothing to say.

“So I’ve been walking around campus with these things on display for half of the day,” stretching your leg out and flexing it to show him the small bruises that litter the inside of your thighs, “and it’s. all. your. fault.”

“Love, I’m sorry—” he tries. In all reality, Armin stopped paying attention the moment you bursted into his room. The fire in your eyes from your passionate tirade both scared him and turned him on at the same time. He knew what he was signing up for last night, and he knew exactly how this entire thing would play out. He’s calculated every single possible variation of this event, with no room for error.

And now, with the way you practically have yourself on display, exhibiting the vast array of purple and red hues he’s painted in between your thighs— it has his mind growing hazy. He catches himself, tries to snap himself back to reality, but alas. The grip you have on him is like a vice— impossible to escape. He feels the heat rise up the nape of his neck; he can’t tell if it’s because he’s annoyed with how easily you turn him on or the fact that he is very much turned on right now. Either way, he feels the need to make you pay for your transgressions.

“Sorry? I embarrass myself for half of the town to see and all you have to say is sorry?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to where he’s sitting at the edge of his bed, in between his legs. He squeezes you, cheek resting against your tummy. He’s lucky that you’re unable to see the grin that slowly forms on his face. He’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“I really am sorry, love.” Armin places a chaste kiss right above your navel, and he can feel you stiffen, almost like you know what’s about to happen. How adorable. He wraps his arms even tighter around you, just to make sure you can’t leave. He looks up at you, blue eyes wide and innocent— and you almost want to believe he actually is sorry for the whole incident.

His hands snake from around your waist and make quick work at the button on your shorts, “So let me make it up to you, yeah?”

#he is a menace #why do you think him and eren are friends?#he's just as bad if not worse #at least eren is honest about being possessive #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin smut #armin arlert x reader #aot smut #armin.post

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vampfuyu · 2 years

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HATEFUCK! WITH ITTO.

pairing: arataki itto x fem! reader

content + warning: dom! reader to sub! reader, mean! dom! itto, creampie, itto obsessed with your boobs, cumming on your boobs, cum controling (?), degrading (bitch, slut, whore), itto is kinda dumb and submissive at the begining, reader cries, breeding kink, dubcon if you squint, not proof read + lower case intended.

note: do you guys remember when i said "writing a rindou fic" ? i meant a itto fic, my bad :<

you and itto hate eachother so much— well it's you who hates itto, you hate his guts so much, the way he brings trouble every where he goes drives you insane, how can someone be this bad?? not only that but itto is so dumb, HE CAN’T TAKE HINTS. you tried to show signs of annoyance every time he talks to you but he just ignores them.

itto though, he knows you hate him, yes he's dumb, but not that dumb, he just enjoyes watching you get mad, your angry face is cute, the way you start yelling at him every time he does something wrong turns him on.

today was another day of scolding itto for being so dumb and stupid, but itto wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying, itto’s whole attention were on your boobs— the way they jiggle & bounce every time you started stomping around is very hot.

itto felt his pants tighten, “shit” itto mumers in a low voice, all can itto do was pray to the archons that you don’t notice his obvious bulge, itto tried to look calm but he was panicking inside, scared that you may notice his bulge.

itto was getting really sweaty and he started stumbling & and stuttering over his words, and, you obviously noticed that, “uh, itto? are you okay?” you obviously didn’t care if he’s okay or not, since, you hate him, but the words came out of your mouth, unintentionally.

“h-huh? oh! y-yeah! i’m okay!” itto tried not fumble over his words, but he failed, he also failed hiding his bulge, he took a quick glance at it, that you noticed.

itto caught you staring at his bulge, “i-i uh...” itto couldn’t find an excuse to say, you looked away, the color red covered your face, “listen i-it’s always like that.. i can’t control i-it..!” itto said, which made you even more embarassed

“s-shut up you pervert!” you quickly said, itto looked down, he was embarssed to even stare at you, you too couldn’t stare at itto, as lewd thoughts started roaming your head.

as itto was distracted, you thought of something, something to get your revenge on itto, for always annoying you.

without itto noticing you, you quickly brushed your hands on his bulge, “poor thing, it probably hurts,” itto jumped from his place at your sudden touch, you only chuckled, “relax i just want to help” you mutter the last part as itto blushes.

"n-no I don't need help, I can take care of it myself" itto says in the most not convincing tone ever you could hear the lie in his words, you stare at the ground and then at itto, "are you sure?"

Fuck. That's all that itto could think of, the way you're talking, makes itto so turned on, not only that you have your tits all out, your nipples are so close to popping out of your tiny shirt.

You let out a defeated sigh, "fine, take care of it yourself and here I thought I'll try to be nice with you for once" you got up from the floor and stretched your arms.

'shit shit shit' itto thought, he can fully see your tits now, your perky nipples too, they're so beautiful.

itto wants to play with them, he also wants to suck your nipples, pinch them, do everything to them till they become all sore, he wants to play with your boobs, they're probably so soft, itto can't hold himself any longer.

“wait...um..” you stared back at itto and raised a brow, “what is it?” itto curses under his breathe and clenches his fists, he looks away and mutters, “i want you to help me...” a small smirk formed on your face, and a cheerful look appeared on your face, “not here though” itto says and drags you into a quite dark area.

"m'kay we're here..." as soon as itto stops talking, he attacks your chest area, he starts groping your boobs, you widened your eyes at itto's behavior

itto starts sucking on one of your nipples, his tongue circling around it, there were already salvia dripping on you, "w-wait itto! wait!" you whine while itto just ignores you.

he squeezes your other boob while still sucking on your right nipple, "ittooo!" You whine his name again, itto seemed to focusd on your boobs to even acknowledge you.

when itto finally pulled off of you, you started panting and coughing, you were holding your moans for way too long, itto stared at you with his salvia dripping down his chin you gave him a confused look, "where did all your confidence from before go?"

you stared at the floor when you heard itto's words, you felt his eyes on you, "also we're originally here because I want you to help me" itto continues, your eyes drifted away from the floor and then into itto's.

truth to be told, you were actually scared of the oni, yes he's dumb and usually playful all the time but he's actually very strong, which terrified you.

"hm? What's wrong?" the oni questions, you shook your head, "n-no it's nothing" you stutter a bit at the start but it should be fine.

itto chuckled a little, "why'd you stutter then?" you let out a shaky sigh, "sorry I was just nervous" itto decided to shake that matter off since he has been hard for way too long and it hurts.

the oni unbuckled his pants, and you almost gasped at his size, itto was so big.

Itto moved closer to you, "sit" he says and you do as you were told, itto positions his length in-between your soft flesh, your boobs were so warm, itto coughed to surpass a moan and began moving his hips upwards.

you were silent the whole time, trying not to make any noise– but itto's tip kept hitting your chin, his pre-cum covered your face, he kept thrusting upwards, he was letting out low moans, itto was getting close to his climax.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck" he kept chanting, you squeezed your boobs to get him closer to his orgasm, itto's breathe hitched– he then came all over your boobs and face, his cum sprung out of his dick, ropes of thick and warm cum covered your face.

when you turned to look at itto, you saw him still hard, "i-itto isn't this enough? I still have some work to do and–!" itto slammed you against the wall, pulled you into a kiss, which later turned into a make out session.

"i won't be satisfied until i fuck you y/n" itto whispered into you, a chill ran down your spine once you heard the oni's words, "can I? can i fuck you...?"

how sweet of him, asking for consent, it's the least he could do.

if him fucking you would make him leave you alone then you have no choice but to accept, you let out a sigh & then slowly nodded your head.

itto didn't wasta a single second & quickly pulled down your panties making you let out a gasp, itto ran his fingers against your folds, which made you let out a whimper, "i-itto..."

"don't worry, I'll have my cock inside of you soon, just have to prep you, you won't be able to take my cock fully if i didn't" a groan left itto as he pushed two fingers into your warm cunt, his thick fingers making you feel full already.

two thick finger thrusting in & out of your sopping cunt, your walls clenching on itto‘s finger with every thrust he made, "’m c-cumming!" you suddenly came all over itto‘s digits, covering them up with your sweet juices.

itto let‘s out a low groan before he removes his fingers & starts rubbing the tip of his cock on your entrance, with one loud groan itto pushed his whole length in, slamming his hips against yours as he started his rough & fast thrusts.

"i-itto..! wait...you‘re being rough! ittooo!" itto ignored your whining & continued bullying your cunt, your juices coating his dick with every thrust of his hips.

"s-shit.. where did all that confidence go? ugh–! you‘re such a slut aren‘t ya‘? always yelling at me..! where did your confidence personality go? huh? fucking bitch–!" you felt yourself tear up because of itto‘s mean & degrading words.

"aw, you‘re crying now? whore." itto continued his fast pace, his dick hitting your g-spot with every thrust, making your eyes roll back & your mouth wide open as loud moans were heard from you.

your walls clenched around the oni‘s dick, making him let out a muffled moan, "f-fuck–! you can‘t cum until i give you permission, got it?" you couldn‘t reply, too cock drunk to reply or think.

itto‘s thick cock created a small bump on your tummy, making you tear up, "i-itooo..! p-please...’m gonna cum..!" itto held your face & smooched your cheeks against each other, his eyes staring into yours.

"did you not hear what i said? do i have to repeat it? i said you can‘t cum till i give you permission, did you hear that, slut?" itto spat, you let out whimpers & nodded your head.

with just a few more thrusts, itto jolted his hips & pushed your legs to your chest, which made him push himself deeper, his cock twitched & throbbed, & his hips quivered.

"f-fuck...! ya‘ can cum now, argh–!" with just one final thrust, itto emptied his load deep inside your womb, filling it up with string of hot semen.

you also came all over itto‘s cock, you trembled as a loud moan left your body at the feeling of your orgasm.

itto pulled out with a loud groan, his seeds dripping out of your abused cunt, "better get that cleaned up before anyone comes, ‘m in a hurry right now, see ya‘" with that itto left, he left you all alone, not even bothering to help you clean up.

what a fucking disgusting oni itto was.

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin thirsts #itto x reader #itto smut #genshin itto #genshin x you #itto x reader smut

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Reminder

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Breeding Kink, Controlling, Cum filled strap on, Degradation, Face Fucking, Forced Orgasms, Knife Kink, Oral, Priase, nipple play, Dark!Wanda,Mommy Kink.

Word Count: 2,109

Summary: You break some rules and Wanda has to show you who you belong too.

A/N: My first attempt at making a Dark!Wanda fic. I don’t really like it, but Hope you Enjoy!

Your laughter could be heard miles away. Your stomach was hurting and tears were in your eyes because of your friend Kate. She was telling you a story about how she tripped on a flower.

Yes, a flower.

She playfully slapped your arm. "Hey! It wasn't funny! I could have gotten hurt!" That made you laugh even more. All of a sudden someone clearing their throat caused you to turn around. There stood your girlfriend Wanda. She was what people called, possessive. She would trap you in the house all day and take care of you.

She would always tell you, 'You don't need anyone else, but me.' and 'Mommy knows best.' At first it was embarrassing and you were so stubborn, but you soon learned to accept the fact that she wasn't gonna let you go. You were her’s and she was your’s.

Every month she lets you go to any place you want for being such a good girl and this month, you chose to hang out with your friend, Kate. "Oh, Kate this is my girlfriend Wanda, Wanda this is Kate." You introduced them. "Oh, you have a girlfriend?" It was almost like she said her name in disgust. "Yeah, I'm her girlfriend." Wanda had a stern expression on her face.

The tension was thick between the two as you looked back and forth. "Anyways sweetheart, it's time to go home." A frown forms on your face as you look at the time. "But, it's only been an hour, you said 2." You saw Wanda's eyes turn red as you talked back. "Y/n, I said it's time to go." She repeated once more. She hates to repeat herself.

You huffed loud. "But I don't wanna go!" A whine escaped your mouth. "Y/n, what did I say?" You looked down is shameful. "It's time to leave." You mumbled. You started to get up, but Kate’s voice stopped you. "Just because you want to leave, doesn't mean she has to go. You leave." Kate told off Wanda.

You looked at Kate like she was crazy. Does she not know who Wanda is? "O-oh no, it's o-ok." You tried once more getting up, but Kate grabbed your wrist. "No, you're not leaving until we finish our conversation." You looked back at Wanda, who was staring at Kate with red eyes.

You truly didn't want this night to end so soon, plus Wanda promised you two hours and now it's one? What's the harm? Wanda never breaks her promises so you'll help her. "Alright, what's the harm in that?" Kate smiled and pulled you beside her while Wanda's tongue poked her cheek.

"Call me when your ready to leave." Her voice was soft and she smiled at the two of you before walking out to the car. It scared you really. She obviously didn't want you to stay with Kate, but now you're sitting next to her. "Now, back to my story." She continued. She ordered food, and y'all even went dancing. You had a great time.

You two were walking outside to her car. You forgot all about what Wanda said. You two entered the car and she started driving. Silence took over in the car as music played from the radio. "So Y/n, how's you and Wanda?" You know that Kate has liked you for some years now, but you always friend zoned her.

"Good, we really love each other and we've been together for almost 8 months."(Not counting the months she stalked you.) "Why'd you ask?" You love Wanda when she isn't mad, but when she is, it makes you think twice.

"Well, the way she was talking to you earlier didn't sound so good." You looked at her confused. "Kate, do you still like me?" She went silent and that gave you your answer. You sighed. "Kate, you gotta move on, I'm happily dating someone." She nodded her head.

She turned in the driveway of you and Wanda's shared house. You got out of the car and made your way to the front door, but was stopped by Kate. She quickly turned you around and kissed you. You were just as shocked as Wanda, who was standing at the door watching the two of you.

The door opened behind the two of you. An angry Wanda came out. "Y/n, get your ass in here!" You quickly pulled back from Kate and saw how her eyes glowed red as she stared at Kate. "Yes mommy." You knew you were in trouble. You rushed into the house and closed the door.

You secretly peeked out the window and saw Wanda using her magic to hurt Kate. Wanda will do anything to be with you and she's always paranoid. If she thinks anyone is trying to take you away from her she will kill them, no matter where you are.

That's why everyone knows who she is.

You looked to see if she was finished, but you locked eyes with her. Letting out a gasp you ran forwards the stair, but Wanda ran faster than you could imagine and grabbed you. "I'm sorry mommy!" You quickly apologized. "Shhh." She held her finger against your lips, making you quiet.

Her hand made its way to your throat. "You've been a bad girl tonight." You whimpered as she walked upstairs to the bedroom. She threw you on the bed and turned to the closet to get the box. "You've broke so many rules." She pulled out rope and a strap on. It was big and y'all rarely used it because it hurts.

"First off, you talked back to me. Secondly, you ignore me and go with that bitch, Kate, Third, you don't call me, and Lastly, YOU KISS HER!" She tightened her grip causing you to choke out breath. "M-mommy!" Your hands wrapped around her wrist, trying to pry her hand off.

She slapped your sides. "Stop it." Your face was turning red and you felt your eyes starting to close. Finally, she let go and you started breathing heavily. "You wanna go, hang out with Kate and kiss her?" She asked you.

"No mommy, I'm only yours!" Wanda chucked, "Oh don't worry, you're gonna remember when I'm done with you." She ripped off your clothes and grabbed the rope. "No mommy, please not the rope!" Of course, she chose the rope you hated the most.

You two only used it once and it was quickly put up because it was too rough. It would leave red marks on your wrist and if you pulled too hard, it would make you bleed. "Gonna have to tie you down, so you know I'm not playing." You wiggled and squirmed around as she put the rope on.

Wanda kept telling you to sit still and stop, but you wouldn't listen so she then did something you would never think she would. She went in the nightstand drawer and grabbed a pocket knife. Your eyes grew big as she held the knife up to your throat. "Stop. Moving. I won't tell you again, Y/n." The slightest movement could cut you and possibly end your life.

Wanda has been scary, but this was the scariest thing so far. You sat still and let her tie the rope. "There we go, all you have to do is listen and we’ll get along." She smiled. She stripped out all her clothes and grabbed the strap on.

She lined up at your entrance and was about to push in, but you stopped. "Wait! W-what about the l-lube?" The dildo you were about to take was big so where was the lube? "Oh you think you deserve the lube?" You nodded your head slowly. "You're wrong." She pushed into you fast, making you cry out. It hurt.

It hurt worse than the punishment you got after saying 'no' to Wanda. "Shut up and take it!" She didn't start off sweet and slow like normal, she started rough. Hips snapping against the bag of your thighs as she pounded fast. "S-slow d-do-'' Your request was cut off when Wanda slapped you. "You don't make the demands around here little girl!"

She was not showing you mercy, at all. "Can Kate fuck you like this? Huh?" Her hand reached down to rub your clit. She know that always make you go dumb. "Who do you belong to?" With you being in la la land and her rubbing your clit, you didn't even understand what she said so you said what you heard. "K-Kate."

She let out a growl and sat up. Reaching over the red velvet sheets, she got hold of the knife and dug it into your thigh. You screamed at the sudden surprise. You looked down and saw blood, dripping from your thighs and the knife with your blood on it.

You tried to scream, but all that came out was a moan. "Oh, you dirty whore. You like this?" You couldn't respond. The pain was unbearable, but the sex was amazing.

She was pounding your puffy pussy like it was her own personal fleshlight. She took her time, tracing the word on your thigh, ignoring all your cries and moans. Once finished with the left thigh she moved to the right. She paused for a moment to hurry and trace the word so she can get on and fuck you, but you tried scooting away.

“Don't try to run from me! I'm your mommy." It was almost like she was trying to kill you because she traced the word like she was writing with a pencil.

The burning had you crying and it didn't help that you were moving around. "S-stop! S-s-stop!" You begged and pleaded, but Wanda didn't care. She just wanted you to know that your her’s. She finished writing the last word and flipped you on your stomach.

The rubbing of the sheets on your fresh cut made you whine. It felt so uncomfortable, to it being the air blowing on it or even the fact that it was there, you hated it. She laid her body on top of yours as you felt the strap reach deep within you.

She lifted her hips and let herself fall and a loud slap could be heard around the room from her hips connecting to your ass. You usually liked this position, but not when you have a cut in your body and this big strap inside you.

She repeated it again many times before grabbing you by the throat, forcing you to look up at her. "Who do you belong to?" She asked you once more. "Y-you!" She finally got the answer she wanted. "And who am I?" You struggled to answer as you felt yourself almost about to cum. “M-mommy?”

Wanda took notice of how you sounded like a question. “What is it sweetheart?” She picked up your lower body, into a doggy style and continued at the same speed. “C-cummie!” Wanda laughed at how pathetic you sounded. Your wrist started burning from the rope. “Go on, cum.”

You couldn’t feel the need to yet, you just needed her to rub your clit. “C-clit mommy!” You tried backing up on her, but you got a slap to the ass causing you to moan out. “Cum. Now.” Getting scared, you pushed so hard that you did cum a little. Wanda continued to fuck you and as sensitive as you were, you wanted her to cum.

“Cum in me!” You begged. “Oh you want me to cum in you? You’re such a dirty whore.” She thrusted a couple more times before groaning. She watched as the strap filled you and your body fell slump. All energy in your body left as she finished inside of you.

She leaned down and pressed kisses on your shoulders and near your ear. She pulled out, warning a whimper from you. “It’s okay baby, you did so good.” She praised while using the knife to cut the rope off.

She slightly felt bad when seeing your wrist, but then remembered Kate. She took you to the bathroom and sat you on the counter.

She grabbed a washcloth from under the cabinet and soaked it in saline solution and gently dab it in the cut. You winced in pain, from time to time, but soon went away. When your vision was finally clear, you saw what the words were. Wanda on the left and Property on the right.

She washed you just like she normally does and fed you some leftover pizza from the previous night before getting in bed. You cuddled into her chest as she rubbed up and down your arm. “Y’know, I hate doing that to you.” You nodded your head while trancing over the clean, dried cuts.

“But you are just so dumb, you just needed a little reminder.” She kissed the top of your head before singing a slovakia lullaby. You soon fell asleep in your mommy’s embrace.

She might be crazy, but she’s crazy for you.

#wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x f!reader #mommy!wanda x reader #mommy!wanda maximoff

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littleskeletonprincessss · 4 months

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There's been an accident - Swaggersouls x Reader

This a part 2 of a generic blurb I wrote.

"Bye- I love you" Swagger hung up the phone before putting it on the counter in front of him. He rested his head in his hands, foot anxiously bouncing on the barstool he has on just...waiting. His mind played their fight back on repeat. All the nasty things he'd said. Things they'd both said. And the part the hurt the most to watch was watching Y/N walk out. Watching her leave him.

Swagger wasn't one to be religious but he prayed to whoever was listening, whether it was some deity or even just the universe, that she'd come back to him. He couldn't think about life without her, she was his entire world.

His phone vibrating with a call startled him before looking down to see an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Is this Eric Matthews?" A male voice asked.

"Yeah, um, yes that's me." Swaggers mind wandered, wondering who would be calling him by his real name.

"Mr. Matthews my name is Dr. Hilton from Marcella Community Hospital. You were listed as an Emergency Contact for a Y/N L/N?"

Cold washed over Swaggers entire body, his heart dropping in his chest and his voice becoming tight.

"She's my girlfriend. Is- What happened?" me managed to stutter.

"Unfortunately i'm not able to discuss too much over the phone but please come as soon as possible."

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Swagger didn't remember anything about the drive to the hospital and honestly couldn't deny if he ran any red lights. After hanging up with the doctor his only focus was getting to her. His mind raced- what could have happened? This was all his fault. If they hadn't fought she wouldn't have left and she'd be safe at home, snuggling with him on the couch with Bear and Bean.

His footsteps felt heavy and the entrance to the front desk seemed to go on forever, the end always moving farther away.

"Hi, my name is Eric. I- I received a call? About my girlfriend, Y/N? I- I don't know- Sorry, I don't know where i'm supposed to go or who i'm supposed to go to-". Swagger rambled.

The receptionists face fell, sadness taking over her pretty features, darkening them.

"Yes, sir. Please have a seat." She said before picking up the phone next to her.

Swagger migrated to the waiting area, but was too stressed and worried to sit. He paced, chewing at his fingernails - a bad habit Y/N had helped him get over. Dark thoughts tried fogging his brain and it was everything he could do to ignore them.

"Mr. Matthews?"

Swagger looked up at the Doctor who'd called his name.

"I'm Dr. Hilton, we spoke on the phone." He said, holding out his hand.

"Please, what happened?" Swagger pleaded, taking his hand.

"There's been an accident. A head on collision."

Swaggers heart stopped. The sound around him faded until the silence screamed in his ears. He couldn't breathe. He felt tears form, hot and clouding his vision, it hurt to swallow.

"Is- I mean- she's- she can't-" he tried saying every thought at once.

Dr. Hilton helped Swagger sit.

"She's alive. Broken arm, a few broken ribs and a concussion, along with a few bruises and cuts. Someone was looking out for her."

Swagger took the deepest breath he'd ever taken.

"Can I see her?"

"Not yet. She's in surgery right now for the broken ribs, one of the nicked her lung so she was taken back immediately. I'll have someone come get you when she's in recovery."

Swagger stood up and hugged the Doctor. Later he'd be embarrassed. Right now though the relief that he felt-he didn't care. Even if she was mad at him when she woke up, she was alive. She'd be okay.

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Hours passed by. And Swagger couldn't do anything but wait and respond to the occasional text he received asking for status updates after he'd updated your friends.

"Y/N L/N?" A nurse finally called your name.

Swagger stood up- almost too quickly, he made himself light headed.

"Please follow me." The nurse said.

Swagger followed the nurse down corridors past rooms full of patients and families before stopping at your room.

His heart broke a little. You looked so fragile, a cast around your arm and bandages wrapped around your head. A bruise puffed up around your eye. IV's delivered a clear fluid through your body while oxygen was wrapped around your ears and into your nose.

"She'll be sleeping for a bit. But you're welcome to wait here until she wakes up." The nurse said before shutting your door, locking away the noises from the hallway and giving you privacy.

Swagger took the chair next to your bed and angled it to hold your hand while he looked at you. Stroking your cheek with his thumb he leaned down and kissed your hand before lying his forehead on the bed next to you, the exhaustion from worry and stress taking over his body now that you were here next to him, safe. He wouldn't sleep, but his body needed to rest.

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"Mmm." your low groan caught Swaggers attention.

Snapping his head up he saw your eyes begin to blink open.

"Hey, hey, shh." He stood, not wanting you push yourself too hard. He started stroking your cheek again, giving you a sense of comfort.

"Swagger?" You croaked out.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"What happened?" you tried clearing your throat.

Swagger reached over to pour you a little bit of water before helping you to sit up to drink it.

"They told me you had a head on collision. Sounds like a pretty bad accident" He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sipped the cold water feeling it run down your throat, soothing the burning feeling.

"I'm sorry I left." You whispered.

"Hey, don't worry about that right now. That's not important. What's important is you're okay. Alright?"

"I got your voicemail."

Swagger paused.

"I meant everything." He said, looking you in the eyes.

"I know. I was going to turn around. And then-" you trailed off.

"You were?" Swagger looked like he wanted to cry. 'I was going to turn around.' He took your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss before hiding his face with it.

"I thought- I just thought you'd be gone forever. And then I got the call and thought you'd really be gone.

"Swagger, please just hold me?"

He didn't need another word before scotting next to you and pulling you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest chasing the comfort you both needed.

"I love you." You whispered, feeling sleep take over.

"I love you."

#swaggersouls #swagger souls #swaggersouls x reader

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curveybay · 2 months

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Pretty Plump Psychic

Mary had been a friend of Yours for years, you were practically joined a the hip, two peas in a pod, constantly in each other's shadows. The only time you were ever really separate from one another was when You had to go home and Your parents came and picked you up after hanging out for hours before, during and after school. This dynamic, this unbreakable and powerfully intimate bond survived from grade school all the way through to living in an apartment together; working and living as a pair while chasing your dreams.

It wasn't an odd occurrence when Your eyes lingered a little; taking in all of Mary as she dressed up for her job as a hostess, formal events with family and even going to the park to work up a sweat with You and the guys. Each form-fitting outfit left You drooling as You tried to hide how badly You wanted to ogle and memorise every soft curve and burgeoning swell of her body. Which only became harder with every passing month as the outfits started to show off more of her olive skin while she only grew bigger and bigger; wobbling and jiggling for your perverse pleasure whenever she bounced or jogged past You. You struggled with not wanting to disrupt Your friendship with Mary, but Your love and lust for the gorgeous beauty only grew like a roaring fire; filling Your imagination and your dreams with her body. You tried to not focus on these imagined scenarios and dreams as much as possible; but sometimes they almost felt… real to You.

Like the latest daydream You had on the drive back from work, for a moment You weren't in your car but in the living room of your apartment, watching as Mary strolls out of her room in nothing more than a dainty jacket two sizes too small and a floral bikini. "Feed me, fuck me, over and over again. Stuff my mouth, fill my gut, and fuck me full of your jizz so much that you pin me underneath this fucking empty belly. Fuck me fat, fuck me with your love, stop thinking and stuff me!" Her sweet siren-song of desire made Your blood run hot as every fibre of Your being ached with wanton need. By the time You snapped out of the stupor, You were in the garage of the apartment, balls heavy and stuffed and cock throbbing like mad.

You tried to control it, to let it go soft while thinking of a way to empty Your balls later, but no amount of mental imagery of boorish paperwork, office memos, or unsexy grandmas were strong enough to get the fantasy out of Your head. Eventually, You couldn't hide in Your car any longer and finally entered into the apartment. As You made Your way through the livingroom, You watch as Mary's door opens up and as if Your perverse daydream was actually a portent of fate; Mary strolls out in nothing more than the tiny white jacket and a gorgeous blue-white floral bikini. The brunette beauty ran one of her hands over her supply gut as she stopped right in front of You, seeing the look of shock and Deja vu written all over Your face; which only made her smile as she closed the gap between the two of you. Her wobbly gut pressing into Your pulsating and throbbing cock. "I have a secret I have to tell you," Mary whispers as she wraps Your arms around her gigantic waist.

"W-what is it? What do you need to tell me?"

Mary pauses to lick her lips, the sight causing you to nearly rip through your workpants. "I'm a psychic."

"A-a psychic?" Your voice jumped a few octaves in response to Mary's firm statement. Both as Your body just didn't care and wanted to feel more of her, and partly because of Your love and perverse fantasy were still crystal clear in Your mind; and didn't know how Mary would react to knowing both deeply held secrets.

"Oh yeah! I developed my unique abilities during our time at school; that's how I was always got good grades," Mary boasted was she looked You in the eye.

"P-Prove it! How can I know you're telling the truth?" You blurt out. It was dumb and silly, but You needed to know this was Mary just assigning meaning to random coincidences that happen to happen to her.

"I know you've been in love with me for years, I know you have been avoiding confessing out of fear that things will change and we won't be perfect for one another. I know you ogle me in my sleek black dresses and sportswear before beating your big fat meat all night long, imagining all the things you want to do to me. How you want me fatter, softer, hungrier, hornier." Mary's voice grew more sultry as she revealed things that she couldn't have possibly known one right after the other.

Mary pressed tightly against You as she murmured into Your ear. "I know that you love how big I am and how much bigger you want me to be. Because I gave you those dreams, those fantasies." You feel her hand on Your foot-long monster as she jerks You through Your clothes. "Now, how about we make our dreams come true. Feed me, fuck me, over and over again. Stuff my mouth, fill my gut, and fuck me full of your jizz so much that you pin me underneath this fucking belly. Fuck me fat, fuck me with your love, stop thinking and stuff me!"

Your fear of confessing vanished as she finished proving she had psychic power. This was the moment fantasy and reality became one as You led Mary to her knees and started giving her everything she wanted, starting with the gutful of cum her powers had caused your balls to churn out.

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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okay wait just hear me out..readen making a thirst trap but not for her to post, just a cute little gift for her heethan > : )

🥴

this came out a little bit more sentimental than I had thought….just a little….

You bought a new simple v-neck tee that really emphasized your cleavage. You as Heeseung was finishing up with class, he had cordinstebfor Jake and h/n to take you back for the frat house, where you got a little bored and started to take some selfies for Heeseung.

‘Maybe I should be a little sexy?…Heeseung likes sexy.’

thinking back to that white fitted tee, you placed it in with no bra, allowing for a subtle display of your nipples to show through, which he always loved.

taking a photo, right on the first try you had a suggestive and yet solid selfie that you knew was going to drive him mad.

‘but how should I show it to him?…’ You thought about it and became hesitant, deciding to just push and hit send, you forward the image to his number….

……..

standing in front of the classroom, the professor had just left, leaving the very last bit of the class end notes for Heeseung as the teacher prepares to spend the entire night grading all of the thesis papers that were turned in.

standing in front of the class, Heeseung goes over the ending course syllabus and asks if anyone has any questions. Standing off to the side, one hand resting on his hip, while the other rests just the tips of his fingers on the edge of the teachers desk, he feels the vibration of his phone, indicating a text came in. Taking it out from his pocket to glance and see if it was from you….to see if youre okay and that you weren’t in any sort of trouble, he opens the message.

the entire class watches as his eyes grew wide and as he looks at his phone screen. Before anyone could ask if everything was alright, he quickly issued out hastily..

“okay! If that’s all and there aren’t anymore questions….let’s get outta here.”

grabbing his bag he swings it over his shoulder and heads for his car. He doesn’t even take a moment to send a text back, he merely just focused on getting back home.

“oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Calm down calm down calm down calm down….fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck!”

pulling up, parking and running into the house and up the stairs, he rushed in through the door to find you.

asleep……

“what the……”

he tosses his keys and crawls on top of you, you changed over into one of his shirts, wearing it as a mini night gown as you rested and peacefully napped.

normally he would have woken you and continued to devour you, admitting the most exquisite pleasure you could only feel with him. Yet…

“she looks so peaceful….she’s so tired….”

laying next to you, he stares at your face as he continues to stroke your cheek.

night fell, and you woke up from your nap. Facing the window, you turn over to reach for your phone to see what time it was, when your hand lands on his face instead. Feeling his features under your palm, you quickly turn over nearly screaming.

“Oh my God-! Babe….” Wide eyed and scared nearly half to death, you asked him when he got home.

looking at you wide eyed, with a very peculiar stare, a smirk started to form on his lips as he answered.

“A few hours ago….did you have a good nap?” He asks as he shifts his position to prop himself next to uou, partially hovering over your frame…

“Uh…yeah…” you chuckled out nervously.

“Feeling all rested and energetic?”

“mmhmm…”

“that’s good…..”

like a feral beats he begins to kiss you and caress your breast, hips, and waist, fondling every inch of you as he sucks on your neck.

“Hey wait-!”

“nope….already did that. Now come here!”

he did wait….he was patient…..but it wasn’t easy. Especially since he kept looking at your peaceful state and going back to that enticing image you sent him.

he waited…patiently….letting the peaceful lamb to sleep….

now it was time to feed the hungry wolf.

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jaymber · 6 months

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Blistering Love

Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii

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V allowed Johnny to do whatever he wanted with Rogue. It was their body, after all. But, by the time he was in control again, the merc realized he was still fully clothed, and that the movie wasn't over just yet. "Shit, that was… quick?" he commented

"I am many things, V, but a one minute man I am not. Nothing happened. Was gonna be a nice night at the drive-in. Now, she’s mad and won’t tell me what about." "What did you do this time?" "Uh, no. It’s definitely not me. ‘member Grayson? How they spoke? How weird it was?”"

"Yeah, it was odd. But, maybe there’s no connection. Maybe she’s just… still in shock. You, back, trying for once. Give her some time. She'll see you're trying to-" V tried to rest a hand on Johnny's knee for sympathy, but the engram seemingly ran from his touch. He felt Johnny closing from him again, hiding his feelings and thoughts under static. V tried not feeling hurt at feeling pushed away. "Eh, gotta mull it over. For now: take me to North Oak.”

"That where Rogue went?" "Nah: Kerry. Tell you once we’re there.”

The road to North Oak was silent. V could feel an uncomfortable tension form, emanating from the rockerboy. Johnny was in a bad mood, and couldn't keep all his turmoil for himself. Emotions filtered through their bond. "Johnny? You alright?" V dared to ask after a while. "Preem." "You sure? Cause I feel this… knot… in-" “I'm the one in your head - not the other way 'round," he sharply replied, "Now, keep your eyes on the road."

Johnny made them stop near a pool of water under the North Oak sign. If the engram still seemed troubled, he seemed to relax ever so slightly as he looked up at the luxurious residences above them." “This oughta work.” “What are we doing here? “Heard Kerry got himself a buck a mansion here. Done well.” “Kerry Eurodyne? Yeah, he’s a pretty big deal, compared to what I saw in your memories. My sister had a huge Eurodyne phase. Went from town to town klepping anything that had his face on. Albums, magazines,...” “And you? Gonna behave yourself if you meet him up close?” Johnny seemingly couldn't help but barked.

“Was her thing, so I had to hate it, y’know how it goes. Music's preem, and Eurodyne always seemed pretty wild. Half his stories were more like controversies, and I did enjoy reading those. You two seemed to fight a lot, but I get why you got along." "Nah," he retorked harshly, "It probably was just an act. Only posed as a rebel to fit in. Was actually desperate not to step on any toes, Arasaka’s especially.” "Maybe he's changed. Like… Rogue has?" V suggested, though Alt's name came first in his mind. He was glad he avoided her name, Rogue's seemed to anger the rockerboy enough as it was. That spark of calmness suddenly died. "People can change V, but they can't suddenly grow balls. No. Read the screamsheets about him recently? Know what they write about him? He’s depressed, attempted suicide.” "Shit!" V let out, though the information didn't surprise him. Many fans knew about Eurodyne's unpredictable mental state, "You really afraid he’s gonna hurt himself?” “Who knows? Either way, could give him some pointers.” Those words made V realize Johnny had closed off his heart and mind to his host once more, protecting himself through tough words and a thougher attitude. Johnny wasn't alright, and V was certain it had to do with his recent rejection. "Johnny…" he called, grabbing his arm.

"Johnny, listen. I know something's not right, can feel it. Rogue rejected you, and that fucking sucks. But, lemme-" But once again, Johnny evaded his touch. "I said it before. I’ll say it again: not about Rogue. Now, get us inside that mansion, yeah?"

As Johnny walked back to the car, V couldn't help but listen to that cruel voice in the back of his head telling him that he was being ignored, left out. He hoped letting Johnny in control again would elevate the engram's mood, and maybe he would be thankful enough to remember V's presence.

#ugh they both got issues....#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #male!v #oc: vaea temarii

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winter-dayz · 4 months

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Moments of Christmas

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader First Christmas Together Genre: Fluff Words: 1073 Warnings: strong language

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

Taglist: @soobin-chois

“Changkyun, did you remember to get the cinnamon?” You shouted from the kitchen. The man stopped his task of decorating the tree and blinked owlishly. A fond expression overcame your face, and it only took another moment before a chuckle forced its way past your lips. “I can’t even be mad when you look so upset about it.”

“I swear I put it in the basket… But now that you mention it, I don’t remember checking any out.” He said with a pout. You wiped your hands on a towel and entered your small living area. “Do you want me to go back to the store?”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to peck his lips. He reciprocated, though a little confused, and wrapped his own arms around your form.

“It’s okay, the cookies will just be normal instead of spiced.” The tree looked to be coming along nicely. He had spaced the lights out well, and it wasn’t looking cramped or overwhelming. “Did you end up picking out colored lights or the white twinkly ones?” You asked, still eyeing the half-decorated tree.

“Twinkly ones. You liked those better; your eyes lit up when we passed the display.” His answer came so nonchalantly that it shocked you. Changkyun had always been decently observant but never had someone so easily been able to understand you like he could.

🎄

“Hey babe,” you called over with a cheeky smile, pointing above you. He looked up from his phone to see you standing under a bundle of holly. He tried to hold back a smile at your antics, but he could feel how quickly he was failing by the quivering of his lips. “Better hurry up or someone else might beat ya’ to it.”

Despite no one else being in your shared home, he instantly stood and moved over to you. His hands rested warmly on your hips, and he stared down at you with tender fondness and something dark swimming behind his eyes. He dipped down slowly until his lips just barely ghosted over your lips, breath gently falling against your skin.

“That’s holly, love, not mistletoe.” But his lips melted against your own anyway. His tongue gently swiped over your bottom lip before he pulled away. Then he moved back over to the couch and sat down, resuming his scrolling like nothing had happened.

You stood there for a moment longer, simply staring at him in a lovestruck shock. Your eyes glanced up to the plant hanging above your head. You decided you much preferred holly to mistletoe anyway.

🎄

“Ready to go?” He asked from the doorway. You were double-checking your skates. You hadn’t pulled them out in a few years and knew they would still fit, but you wanted to be sure they were in okay condition. Breaking your ankle or busting your ass was not on your Christmas bucket list.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The ice-skating rink was about an hour drive from where you lived, but boy was it worth it. Changkyun wasn’t the worst skater you’d seen, but he certainly wasn’t good. Despite the gap in time from the last time you’d skated, you’d picked it back up quickly—much like they say about riding a bike.

Changkyun managed not to fall, but you couldn’t say the same for flailing. Arms were everywhere except for beside him. Eventually, you offered to help him, taking his hands and showing off a bit as you skate backwards, guiding him.

“Easy– just think of it like dancing… you’re good at that, you just need to center yourself. Find your balance.” That seemed to click in his head a bit, and he didn’t wobble nearly as often after that. He never let go, though, finding much more joy in clinging to you and using his poor skating as a perfect excuse.

Then when you were done skating, heading back to the car, he was content with using the cold as his new excuse. His hand held tightly to yours, fingers intertwined, and stuffed inside the warmth of his coat pocket.

Your other hands each held paper cups of hot chocolate from a stand you passed on the way to the car. It was not the tastiest but worked great as a hand-warmer, and the company made it all the more bearable.

🎄

Shiny red and green wrapped boxes sat off to the side. You were working on wrapping the final present. It was more a monstrosity than present in your opinion. All the other presents had come out so neat, tidy, and pretty. But you’d underestimated the amount of paper you needed and had to settle for wrapping this one in a frankenstein fashion of half-red, half-green horror. Every side of the present had ugly tape, the folds were not even, and you’d ripped part of it with your fingernail on accident.

You were tempted to unwrap it and get more paper, or just give it to him now and save yourself the trouble. But when you saw the pile of poorly wrapped, but obviously thoughtfully tried, presents nestled under the tree addressed to you, you couldn’t find it in you to care what any of the presents looked like.

He had tried his best and that was all you could ask for, so surely he wouldn’t give a shit if one of his presents looked like it’d survived war.

Even cuter, the presents were wrapped in a glittery version of your favorite color. You knew you should’ve warned him about all the videos you’d seen about how that paper was actually quite impossible to wrap.

You organized your presents with his, arranging them under the tree prettily. It was endearing to see them all intermingled together, just like both of your lives had come to be over the past year. Your heart swole at the thought, and you smiled down at the presents like a fool in love—which you were.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and a chin settled comfortably on your shoulder, nose nuzzling into the side of your neck. A ginger peck was placed and then a pleased hum sounded from your boyfriend.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” You reached up to run your hand through his hair, your other hand resting on his hands on your stomach. “Merry Christmas Eve.” You responded softly, turning in his arms to face him with a bright smile.

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dream on || lim jaebeom (18+)

➹ title: dream on ➹ pairing: rockstar!jaebeom x demon!female reader ➹ genre: angst | smut | supernatural | slight forbidden romance | pwp/drabble ➹ summary: On stage the crowd screams his name, backstage he’s moaning yours. This is strictly business...or maybe it isn’t. ➹ word count: 1.6k ➹ warnings: alcohol consumption | smoking | supernatural & demonic elements | explicit & implied sexual content | implied spanking | multiple orgasms | pleasure dom!jaebeom | sub!reader | daddy kink | unprotected sex | restraints(wrist pinning} | creampie | dirty talk | forced orgasm | power play dynamics | pet names | praising | crying | clothed sex | public sex(if you squint) | biting/marking | rough & soft sex | unrequited love | pining | mentions contracts | pov switch | no happy ending ➹ rating: R/18+ ➹ a/n: this is unedited and written on a whim. it’s sad and i cried so, i’m sorry.

Thousands of people were just at his feet, singing his lyrics, allowing the strings of his guitar to take control of their bodies—they worship each and every thrust of his hips, every roll of his body. He’s their king, but to you—he’s only a peasant.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, closing the door to his dressing room. He waits for the lock to click before he ventures any further.

“Is it a crime for a girl to want to play with her favorite toy?”

You look up from your black manicured nails with a small smirk. He’s changed his appearance many times over the years, but this look he may just have to keep. There’s something about men with long hair that drives you mad, and you’ve always wanted to get your fingers tangled in some dark wavy locks. It must be your lucky night.

He removes his jacket and tosses it on the black leather couch before making his way to grab a drink. “You’re not a girl and I’m not a toy; now I’m tired so let’s make this quick.”

“You weren’t saying that last time,” you remind him, but he isn’t trying to hear your teasing. He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he passes you.

You follow him to the mini bar giggling; he’s the first human you’ve ever followed—and the only. He’s lucky, and he doesn’t even know it. He pours a drink and you roll your eyes when he gulps it down instead of passing the glass to you. Grabbing the bottle from his hand, you take your shot straight from the source, exhaling as if alcohol could ever have an effect on a being as powerful as you.

“What do you want tonight? Honestly, I’m tired…just wanna get some sleep.”

“You weren’t too tired for them,” you tell him, setting the bottle down and turning to him. You place your palms flat on his pecs and purr when he flexes them playfully. He can’t resist your innocent doe eyes looking up at him and within seconds a smile forms on his face. “...but you’re too tired for me?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a fucking brat?” he chuckles. The sound erupts from his chest and sends vibrations through your hands. You bite your lip to prevent the feral noises you want to make in response.

“Yeah, my father.”

“Do you even have a father?” he asks.

“No, but I always wanted to say that.”

You both share a bit of laughter, just standing there enjoying each other’s presence until the moment slowly fades away. Then, it’s back to business. You call his name, and he hums in response.

“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, his hands cup your face and he leans in. Your eyes close when his delicate lips are gently placed on yours. The pathetic world you stand on disappears and the only thing that surrounds you is the comfort you secretly desire.

You notice a change in his expression when you part; he seems surprised for a split second but recovers quickly. You can see the glow of your blood red irises reflecting in his dark brown orbs. For the first time your human-like mask falters, and he’s met with one of hell’s greatest creations. It must be unsettling so you avert your gaze until you regain control over your powers.

“Sorry,” you whisper, but he rejects your apology.

“Don’t be.”

“It gets worse,” you jest, but it’s the truth.

“You mean better?”

“I’m flattered,” you respond, sliding your hands up to his broad shoulders. “So I guess tonight’s a no?...I’ll get going then.”

He grabs your waist. “I never said that.”

“But you’re tired?”

“My dick isn’t,” he counters, then he pulls you closer. “I’ll fuck you right here, actually.”

Your wrap legs around him when he scoops you up and lies you to the couch. His hands travel under your dress to remove your panties, but he discovers that you aren’t wearing any. “I’ve missed you…didn’t want anything to get in the way.”

“Good girl.”

His leather pants are undone in record speed. His sighs of relief once his cock is free from its confinements are pleasant to your ears. You feed off of his attention; he’s so willing to please you in every way possible, and you can’t get enough of his touch, no—you can’t get enough of him.

“So wet already,” he comments as he enters your opening. Slowly, he slides in and stills, waiting for the sensitivity to ebb away so he can slam into you with no mercy. He knows exactly what you want, and how to give it to you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy the ride. “And warm too…feels so good.”

“The best you’ll ever have.”

He scoffs. “You aren’t lying.”

Your walls snuggle around him, bringing him comfort and security—something you’re certain you alone could never provide him. He spends minutes relishing in your heat before he delivers the first harsh thrust inside of you. Whimpers leave your lips when he nestles himself deep within you, selfishly claiming every inch for himself, as if you’d even allow another to touch you like he does.

They’ve shamed you for stooping so low with a human, but this feels too good for you to care.

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Come on my cock, baby.”

“It’s too soon. I can hold it,” you pant, shaking your head in denial.

He grabs your wrists one by one and pins them above your head then he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your back arches when you feel the sting of his teeth sinking into your skin; you try to fight the urge to release, but he’s making it difficult. “No you can’t, and you won’t. Now be a good girl and make a mess for Daddy.”

“Jaebeom!”

“Don’t say my fucking name until you give me what I want,” he growls in your ear. His dominance makes you shudder beneath him. The pleasure has you giving up quickly and obeying his orders. “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry.”

“Fuck you–ahh!..I-I need to—”

“You want to come…so you should. While I’m allowing you to,” he chuckles.

Your eyes are screwed shut when your release comes with no warning. You cling onto him, listening to him moan your name and praise you for gifting him with the best pussy on earth. But you are no blessing, and you aren’t of this world; you’re just a businesswoman—who mixes business with pleasure. You owned his soul first, and now his mind and his body. He’s yours; regardless of whether you can say it out loud or not. Deep down, you both know who you belong to—you hope.

You can see your fucked out expression through his eyes, flaring red eyes and snarling fangs, but still he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful sight he’s laid eyes on. He worships you, gives you every bit of himself until he succumbs to his fatigue. He will literally let you suck him dry and still try to offer you more.

“One more for me,” he grunts in your ear, and you give him another and another…until you’re bent over, ass red and sore with tears rolling down your cheeks. He fucks you for hours and releases his load deep inside your womb.

You stay in his arms for a little bit longer tonight, running your fingers through his beautiful strands. His hands massages your thighs and ass as you sit straddling his lap. You sigh when you feel his soft kisses on your cheek, daydreaming of a life where you could stay this way.

“Jaebeom?”

He blows out a puff of smoke before he answers. “Yeah, babe?”

“How do you humans know when you’re in love?” The question has been lingering on your mind for too long; it really just slipped out, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“I dunno,” he sighs, tapping your leg so he can get up and take a shower. “I’ve never been in love…don’t really believe in it, honestly.”

Oh.

Whatever type of heart you possess in your soulless body drops to the pit of your stomach. For the first time outside of sex, you shed tears. Painful tears, mourning over something you’ve never had. Silly, foolish—you repeat those words a million times to yourself. Because you are, and it’s better you realize it sooner or later.

When he re-enters the dark, quiet room again, you’ve vanished, leaving his heart heavy with loneliness again. He often feels the regret of being too afraid to admit his feelings; he has to remember that your relationship is only business. You gave him his fame and he gave you his soul…the pleasure came much later. And somewhere along the way, he fell—and he fell hard. He just wishes he wasn’t the only one of the two who’s fallen so deeply.

Jaebeom frowns when he looks at the coffee table. An envelope, sealed with a kiss of your devilish red stained lipstick and a little message on the front.

“Here’s your second chance to find love, Jaebeom. Take advantage of it because some of us will never get to experience it.”

A pain forms in his chest as his worst fears are confirmed. The demon that holds the contract to his soul no longer wants it; he no longer has ties with hell, and is not permitted to see her ever again. He may keep his fame and fortune, and live on to seek what his heart desires until he perishes.

But unfortunately, what his heart truly wanted just slipped right through the cracks.

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