#drawstring trousers

[valsfashion]

[thisisrealy2kok]

Sofia Solid Color High Waist Straight Leg Drawstring Baggy Loose Parachute Cargo Pants / apricot

[puffdenlilledragen]

the Urge to Create vs the Formidable Obstacle of Staring and the Looming Knowledge That It Will Take Time and Effort

[vriendenboekjes]

they should make adjustable trousers with drawstrings or elastic with holes and buttons on the inside that dont look like sweatpants so i can look nice even when my bloating is insane

[ryojiokada]

✂︎ cool and relax ✂︎ #coolandrelax #relaxpants #easypants #pants #sideelastic #drawstring #drawstringpants #madetomeasure #madetoorder #madetomeasurepants #trousers #coolpants #fashion #style #travelpants #wardrobe #mensfashion #gentsfashion #gentstyle #smartpants #オーダーメイド　#オーダーパンツ (LOUD GARDEN) https://www.instagram.com/p/CneXHvEr3SO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[recycledmoviecostumes]

A rather interesting take on the dreaded relatability, this (for Renaissance fashions) unusually loose suede doublet with more than a little nod to 1980s rock chic was designed by Jenny Beavan for Dougray Scott’s prince as well as Mark Lewis’ “gypsy leader” in Ever After, the 1998 take on Cinderella.

A bit sidelined it turned up again on an uncredited extra as a huntsman in the television adaptation of The Other Boleyn Girl in 2003.

This costume was auctioned off by Kerry Taylor Auctions, which described the piece as follows:

Designed by Jenny Beavan, Cosprop labelled with inked actor’s name, the Renaissance style ensemble comprising: beige mock-suede doublet with slash detail to neck and shoulders, the fabric gathered at the cuffs and shoulders, gilt filigree plaques, chest approx 107cm 42in; matching trousers with integral cod-piece, gilt metal-tipped laces, waist 86cm 34in; a silver lamé and gilt thread brocaded belt; purple corduroy cloak with detachable hood; an associated white cotton shirt with drawstring collar and cuffs; and a pair of brown leather thigh- high boots with straps and buckles at the ankles, boots 33cm, 13in long (8)

Worn throughout the film, while riding including when he rescues Danielle from the water and while fighting in the woods and being carried away by Danielle.

Designer Jenny Beavan writes:

Dougray played Prince Henry – the romantic hero – but was always being saved by ‘Cinderella’ – the film has a nice feminist, modern twist to it.

He needed to look heroic but ‘real’ and vulnerable. This costume is an ‘every day princely look’ but quite practical for riding and being out and about in the country. Just looking back at the photos Dougray does look rather good in it! 

Costume Credit: carsNcors

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[iceman-soup]

masc!reader x roach

Fuck's sake, you're thinking, laying in bed, wide awake and somehow still feeling like you have done all day - ready to fall asleep at the first opportunity. And now it's here, the room in darkness aside from the moonlight through the open blinds just the way you like it, and yet your exhausted body refuses to shut off. Typical.

If it weren't for how damn quickly your lips got cracked and dry, you'd be breathing through your mouth. Thankfully, you're not forced to do so quite yet - although the way your stuffy nose is sounding at every inhale, you might be soon, and that would be the equivalent of admitting defeat. So far, you'd been ignoring your earache, headache, every ache you had; you'd put aside how your eyes hurt and your legs and arms were tired from more than just training exercises with the rookies.

Now, though, you couldn't quite dismiss it, and it was catching up to you. Damn fast. Tossing and turning in the too-warm blankets (despite it being 2°C in the barracks, due to the inconveniently-timed broken heating), you let out a frustrated sigh, pulling on your comfy military socks and a hoodie and padding out from your tiny room, shoulders hunched against the chill.

Trodding through the corridors, wishing you'd bothered to put on shoes, you soon found yourself in the mess hall, quiet and dark and empty. You hated how eerie it was at night, but did appreciate the little coffee and tea machines at the sides, however cheap they tasted. Grabbing a chipped mug and pressing the breakfast tea option, you let your tired head fall to your chest, closing your eyes and swaying a little where you stand.

As the tea finishes making itself, you pick up the mug, grateful for its warmth, and sit yourself down at a nearby table, blowing your nose with a scratchy napkin but glad it was there anyway. More mulling over the tea than drinking it, you lay your head down, foggy mind drifting from thought to thought and not noticing the other man enter the mess hall.

A gentle tap on the shoulder jolts you upright, and you realise how you're sitting in almost complete darkness as your eyes adjust to make out the figure of Roach standing in front of you. He's wearing a set of matching pyjamas - one of those soft, chequered ones with a button-up shirt and drawstring trousers tied in a floppy bow - and fluffy socks, and is missing his usual helmet, goggles and gloves. Which you suppose is expected seeing as it's probably early hours of the morning. That being said, he's got on a smaller version of his normal mask, covering only the bottom half of his face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, tapping his fingers to his chest then doing a double thumbs-up to sign it. You smile tiredly, trying to be polite and say you're fine but your voice is raspy and painful when you speak. Roach tilts his head slightly at you, then points at the tea and signs for you to drink it. Too ill to argue, you do as he says and watch as he picks up your now-empty mug, putting it to the side apparently for someone else to clean up, then holding his hand out expectantly.

"What're'y' doing?" you mumble, taking his hand and entwining your fingers as you stand up, leaning into his body almost instinctively. He tries to sign something, but with only one hand free and your groggy brain, the message doesn't really get across. You follow him blindly anyway, not really caring so long as you can nab his warmth for as long as possible.

He leads you along the corridors of the barracks to a room that definitely isn't your own, going by the completely different layout and the fact that there's a knocked out Lieutenant in one of the bunks. You don't bother to question it when you're bundled into the bed opposite and followed by Roach, who wraps the seemingly infinite blankets around the both of you and presses a firm kiss to your forehead through his mask, despite the fact you're not at all dating or even close to this being normal.

He doesn't give you time to argue (not that you have the brain power to anyway), instead pushing you to lie down and quickly cuddling into your side, resting his head on your shoulder and tracing absent-minded patterns into your chest. You curl your arms around him, letting your mind catch up.

"Did you just kidnap me to snuggle with?" you process after a moment, glancing down to see him nod. "You share a room with Ghost." Another nod. "And you couldn't've gone the three metres over to his bed?" Roach hesitates; thinks. Then shakes his head stubbornly, legs tangling with yours.

Maybe that scratchy napkin was just brilliant, but you're certainly not feeling as ill and uncomfortable as before when you finally drift off to sleep, the Sergeant in your arms as your own little personal weighted warming blanket.

[cx-boxbox]

I was going to write a fic about Lando wanting to wear pretty clothes, but I gave up after a couple scenes. Anyway, here's the only part I kept:

Lando’s fingers twitch nervously as he collects his packages, fiddling with the corners and ducking under the tape sealing the flaps shut, but he’s careful not to accidentally open them where anyone can see. It was already embarrassing enough to ask the concierge for them, and he cringed at the heavily branded boxes. The lady probably now thinks he has a secret girlfriend or something.

It’s nice out in Melbourne, and Lando is more than happy to swap the polo and jeans he wore to the paddock for a new purple v-neck that’s so soft and light to the touch it might disintegrate between his fingers and shorts that are just a tad bit shorter than the ones he ran around the city in. He has already been photographed without his shirt within days of arriving, so if he does bump into someone, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.

But it is really just Lando’s luck that he quite literally smacks into his teammate’s back as he rounds the corner.

Oscar straightens with his bucket of ice, blinks at him, and asks, “Where are you going in such a rush?”

Lando folds his arms over his chest.

“Dinner. Not a foreign concept to you, hopefully.”

“‘Course not.” What is a foreign concept is how Oscar’s gaze keeps drifting south, flickering between the plunging neckline of Lando’s shirt and his upper thighs.

Oh, how interesting, he thinks, amused. Out loud, he asks, “Wanna come with? I have no idea which places are trainer-approved.”

It takes a moment for Oscar to shrug and respond, “Sure, why not. Teammate bonding and such, right?”

Lando gasps and plucks the bucket from Oscar’s hands. He pokes Oscar’s shoulder for good measure. “We’re plenty bonded, mate!” Not as much as he’d like, but still. “Just admit that you’re simply leaping at the idea of spending time with me away from the paddock.”

“I’m going to bring you to a seafood restaurant.”

“Aah! No, no, don't do that. I dressed up so pretty, I even shaved, and you’re not ruining my hard work with, eugh, fish.”

Once again, Oscar’s gaze travels over Lando’s figure, and Lando is incredibly delighted to see red tinting his cheeks. He preens a little, which he cannot be blamed for.

It’s so flattering that it more than makes up for Oscar’s simple affirming, “Hm.”

God, Lando would be so over this whole flirting-not-quite-boyfriends thing if it wasn’t so entertaining. He just hopes that Oscar’s patience doesn’t run out before either one of them gives in and just confesses. He also hopes that he isn’t misreading anything either. That would be fucking humiliating.

The little smiles and full-body laughter Lando regularly receives from him keeps him hopeful at best and delusional at worst.

On the way to Oscar’s hotel room, Lando asks what he planned on doing with the ice, and he only receives a shrug and a mumbled, “You never know when you just need a bucket of ice.”

“That’s fair.”

“Speaking of ice, are you going to be cold in just that? It gets cooler in the evenings, and your circulation sucks.”

“A price I’m willing to pay. Have you considered that maybe your circulation is working overtime? That it might be doing too much?” Lando retorts in lieu of admitting that he didn’t actually think that far ahead in his nervous excitement. A green hoodie promptly hits him in the face.

It’s not McLaren merch. It’s OP81 merch, and it smells like Oscar. Lando resists the urge to ball it up and shove his face into it.

“Just hold onto it if you don’t wanna wear it now,” Oscar says before disappearing into the bathroom. He re-emerges in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that don’t have drawstrings. Lando almost breathes a sigh of relief. Small mercies.

Oscar’s hoodie also ends up being one of those small mercies, and Lando burrows into it comfortably as they take a longer route back to the hotel because the city after dark is nice. Oscar raises an eyebrow at him in his subtly gloating fashion, which Lando ignores in favor of tucking his nose into the collar.

“You look prettier in my hoodie,” Oscar mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. We’re here anyway.”

[fayes-fics]

Kinktober you say? Well go on then…

Ben + modern + public orgasm

Kinktober: Benedict + Public Orgasm

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Paring: Benedict Bridgeton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, vaginal fingering, public orgasm,.

Author’s note: hi nonny! I hope you enjoy this cinema outing with the Benace, it's err longer than I thought it would be lol 😁 Enjoy! 🧡

“Shhhh,” Benedict admonishes, smirking but not looking at you.

You whimper, biting your bottom lip so hard you swear you should taste blood, transfixed by the flex of his forearm tendons where they disappear inside your drawstring trousers.

“That's it,” he encourages, his eyes glued to the cinema screen as your gaze flicks to his profile, unable to do anything but writhe on his talented hand, dragging your swollen clit over the hook of his thumb as two long, shapely fingers are buried inside you, stroking just slow enough to make the edges of your mind frazzled. 

You watch in disbelief as he casually grabs a kernel of popcorn with his other hand, tosses it into the air and catches it with his mouth—smooth bastard. You want to hate him for how cocky he is being but fuck if he isn't delivering on the promise that you would enjoy this film. Not that you have looked at the screen in the last ten minutes. Thankful the rest of the row is empty.

He swivels his hand slightly, and you throw your head back and stifle a moan, grasping the narrow threadbare velvet armrests for more leverage to rock faster. 

“Fuckkkk,” you stammer mutely, eyes screwed shut, the feeling so good your toes scrunch inside your shoes.

“Not here, but we will,” he responds nonchalantly, then twists towards you suddenly, soft, warm lips brushing over your temple. “First though, you have to come on my fingers. Right here, with all these people in the room,” he commands tacitly, nodding to all the groups of heads in front of you tilted up towards the big screen.

“But this scene is so quiet,” you hiss in protest, “can we wait until a loud chase scene?” you lament under your breath, impressed you can string any words together as the white-hot pleasure intensifies, radiating in pulses through your pelvis.

“Where is the challenge in that?” he teases with a throaty chuckle, nuzzling your hairline as he hooks his fingers, pressing firmer against your pussy wall so you have to jaggedly swallow your screams. You know this arouses him, your struggle. To not make a sound beyond heavy panting and cursing his name silently, a sheen breaking over your skin, a shiver running up your spine.

With a side swipe, an edge of rounded thumbnail catches a pinpoint on your clit, and you break. He leans in to hold your body down as you shudder and spasm, shushing you as you scream behind your lips, sealed shut, huffing deep draws through your nose as fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Every ounce of your body seems to fracture and rearrange, clamping onto his fingers so strong he groans lightly. Then you slump back into your chair, bones heavy, body sated.

“Oh, good girl,” he compliments, withdrawing his fingers delicately from within you and sinking them into his mouth lasciviously.

No taglist as these drabbles are so short.

[luveline]

Anything with shy!reader and Remus. Honestly my favorite!!

a slice of domesticity with your new bf remus ♡ shy!fem!reader | 0.7k words

"Dovey," Remus calls from the door. 

You can hear from his tone of voice what mood he's in and it only gets worse when he walks into his bedroom and finds you standing there with no trousers on. 

"Dove," he says again, smarmy. 

You turn around so you can't witness him looking at you, always so embarrassed by his clear adoration.

This is a poor choice on your part. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your front, chin falling into the juncture of your neck. 

"Hi," he says softly. 

You crumble. "Hey." 

He drops handful of kisses over your cheek and the side of your face, his hands spreading a heat over your abdomen. 

"You had a good time?" you ask. 

"Not as good as if you'd been there." 

"Don't say that," you admonish lightly, secretly pleased. He'd gone for 'boys brunch' with James, Sirius and Frank, his friends from school. 

Remus hums, squeezes you tightly and then lets you go. You miss his touch but you're still shy about being naked around him and you take his release as an opportunity to finish getting dressed as quickly as possible. Remus sits on the end of the bed and stretches out, groaning and sighing like a lazy house cat. 

"Did you eat?" he asks. 

You tie the drawstrings of your jogging bottoms tight before sitting on one knee beside him, your other leg hanging off the side of the bed. "No," you admit, wary of his impending scolding, "I only just got out of the shower."

He frowns and sits up. You smile to yourself when he brings your hand to his face and kisses it. "Let me make you something," he says. 

He stands and drags you down the hall with him into his snug little kitchen. "You can sit here," he says, backing you up until your butt touches the tumble dryer. You hop up.

"What do you fancy?" he asks, opening the fridge door.

You shake your head. "Whatever you want." 

"I'm making it for you." 

"You're not gonna eat?" Eating alone sounds like an awkward nightmare. 

He smiles at you from over his shoulder. "I am. So tell me what you want and we can get to eating." 

You watch from your vantage point as he starts to cook, cringing at his fingers near hot oil and the scary way he handles a knife. You almost beg him to slow down, worried you're gonna lose your new boyfriend after barely having him for a month, or at the very least he's gonna lose a finger or three. 

"How was the lie-in?" At your shy smile, "Good?" 

"Yeah." 

"I think you needed it." 

You flush with heat at the implication. Remus had kept you up late for some heavy kisses and an abundance of sweet nothings, the kind of stuff you'd dreamt of for years and never got before you met him. Your mind drifts, thinking about the way he'd run his hands over your skin like you were something sacred and the way he'd said as much. It might sound silly to want, but nothing has ever made you feel as special as Remus' lips to your cheek and the simple way he'd said, "You're so pretty, you know that?" 

"It would've been better with you," you say quietly. A month ago you never could've said it no matter how strongly you felt it. 

Remus grins at his frying pan and shakes it. "Well," he starts tentatively, "you should stay again tonight. That way we can have a lie in together." 

You hop down off of the tumble dryer and come to stand beside him. "Smells good," you say.

"Thanks, dovey. Do you want anything else with it? Maybe I can make some lemon rice?" 

You slip your fingers between his and lean your head against his shoulder. He clutches your hand back tight and drops his head on top of yours. "Dove?" 

"Anything you want." 

[leclsrc]

i love your proposal drabbleeee! could i get another about time based one where theyre planning the wedding? happy 1k!! i love u and the movie so much<3

honeymooning – cl16

You find a creative way to quickly plan your wedding.

auds here... ik i said that was the last req but i have so many im just ignoring jshdhs and i just rewatched about time so this was Birthed... sorry

“We’ve officially broken the world record for time spent engaged and not married,” you announce, walking into the living room of your flat in a hoodie and loose pajamas. 

Charles looks up from where he’d been reviewing something—finances for the team, if you recall correctly—and adjusts his reading glasses (that he will never admit he has to use.) And he laughs, like this is all a joke. You place your hands on your hips, rolling on the balls of your feet as you stare at him menacingly.

“I am not joking. The only thing we’ve—you’ve—decided about our wedding is that I’m going to be walking down the aisle to some weird song you heard in The Godfather.”

“A lovely song,” he interjects, watching you walk until you’re just a few metres in front of him.

“Absolutely not.” You pause, breathing slowly. “And we have no other mutual free days for a while. So here’s the deal—for every decision you make about the wedding, I take one article of clothing off.”

He laughs outwardly, nodding and setting aside the thick stack of paper he’d been perusing. “Deal. You have my attention.” He settles further into the chair, staring at  you with want and amusement.

“Um, okay. Where do we get married?” You smile.

“Italy. Everyone knows everyone here in Monaco, and everywhere else is too far.”

“Okay,” you agree, wrestling the hoodie off and revealing your bra underneath. “Good.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says quickly before you slide into the next prompt.

“Sweet talker,” you retort, settling your thumbs into the drawstring of your trousers and readying them to pull downward. “Alright. Band or DJ?”

“Oh, shit.” He thinks. “Band. It’s got to be band. And if that goes to shit we plug in a phone and play Spotify the rest of the night.”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Smart,” you huff out, pulling your pajamas down. He stares, eyes running up and down, anticipatory. Fingers make their way to the clasp of your bra and you mull over the next question. You’ve both settled on a few things—catering and cake and the like—so you skip over those. Then you remember the reason why your guestlist remains unfinished and unfinalized.

“Best man?”

“Oh, nooo,” he moans. “Damn, no.”

“I need an answer,” you sing-song, playing with the clasp. “Or these stay covered all night.”

“It’s too hard, beautiful,” he groans, covering his face with his hands. “Okay. Fuck, okay—Joris.”

“Your choice,” you say, brows raised.

“He’s going to make a fool out of me during his speech, isn’t he.”

“Very likely.”

“Okay, no—Lorenzo.”

“You sure?”

“No—no, Pierre. Pierre.” He nods once. “Pierre.”

“Pierre, final answer,” you say smilingly, unclasping your bra. He smiles, giddy when he finally gets to see almost all of you.

“Yeeee—no, no, Lorenzo.”

“What?!” Your hands flee to cover your breasts and you narrow your eyes at him. “You are such a—that is cheating. Cheating!”

He just laughs, shrugging his shoulders as if to say what can you do. You roll your eyes, but maintain composure, nodding slowly. “Alright… oh, honeymoon.”

“Uh, uuuh—five days in Paris,” he says eventually, grinning.

“Oh, these panties are not coming off for Paris.” Granted, it’s a beautiful city, but both you and Charles are there nearly all the time for work, and it’s so near Monaco it’s basically the same thing. 

“It’s all I can do for my schedule,” he retorts, insistent. “Take off your panties.”

He has a glint in his eye that strikes both amusement and competition in you.

“I will not,” you shoot, smiling and stepping backwards once, hands still covering your chest.

“Take! Off! Your panties!” He hollers, getting up and making a beeline for you. You squeal, turning around and bounding up the stairs toward your bedroom; he’s hot on your tail, laughing.

“Never!” You yelp, a high-pitched sound as you take refuge in the bedroom. “I want three weeks in Hawaii!” 

[vinnieswife]

The sword room

Peter Pevensie x reader

words: 880

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), peter being a little shit

"He wants to destroy me." You rolled your eyes.

"I think you could definitely beat him ... and then ... give him to me" Edmund smirked at your response, Caspian kept looking down and then looked back up at the two of you, as you were starting to argue about who has who.

"Don't worry Cas, just go out there and kick their smug asses."

"Right." Caspian hugged you as he shook Edmund's hand. Caspian pulled his mask over his head and grabbed his sword as he ran off towards the field.

"Ed?" You asked, as you went to sit in the stands. Peter Pevensie looked at you and all you could think of was his strong, warm body leaning against yours as he kissed you feverishly. You could almost imagine the smile he was giving you as he ran up and down your body. You look up at Edmund, a smile twining your lips. He glares at you.

"Don't even think about it missy, your brother would kill you and then kill me for letting you do it."

Halfway through the games, you could feel the tension getting tighter and tighter. Peter was aiming for Caspian, who was trying to stay away from Tummnus, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernatural beings in Narnia.

"He's doing really well." I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah. That other one, Peter. Caspian doesn't like him."

"I can feel it."

"Why is he looking at you like that?"

"I don't know. By the way, I'm going to run to the warehouse, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sure." He nods. You head to the warehouse, completely dodging the many suits of armor that were stored there. As you sigh, leaning against the wall, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turn around.

"Peter?" he smiled lowering his head "hello darling" you smiled back "I've missed you, I barely saw you today" his lips were about to touch yours.

"What if Caspian sees us?" you whisper, looking into his eyes through your lashes. “let him see then” he moved closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. His heartbeat quickens, the closer he gets, your feet instinctively recoil, until your back presses against the rock wall. As his chest leans into yours, you take a deep breath, trying to control yourself.

"Please Pete." You whimper, reaching your hands out to grab his forearms. He gripped your waist tighter, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closing, before he moved closer, sliding your body closer. He bent down slightly, due to the large height difference between the two of you.

"Fuck, Peter." You gasped, as he pulled your shirt over your head. You looked up at him passionately, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands remained at your sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could practically stay with him. You look down at his bright, beautiful face, biting your lip. You leaned down, as his hands reach for your ass, squeezing.

He pushed you against one of the warehouse benches, leaning over. He stopped to admire you for a second. You unbuttoned your skirt and slid the drawstring down seductively, before a hand slipped under your underwear. He rubbed you gently, sliding one hand up to cup your left breast.

He raised his eyebrows, "Damn, y/n." He groaned, tearing at your thighs and tugging at the remaining fabric. He moved your panties aside and licked your clit. You gasped, your fingers curling into his blond hair. He inserted two fingers into your slit, curling them instantly. You wiggled against his fingers, "Mmm, you like that?" The vibrations sent you into overdrive as Peter muttered the dirty words.

"Shit, Pete! Please!"

"Mm-mm." He shakes his head, before returning to sucking on your clit. He pulls away, drying his hands on his trousers, "I have a game to attend sweetheart." You stand up, your eyes bright with anger and disappointment.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?" He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"You're an asshole."

"I give you a reason to come back, am I right?" He spreads his arms wide to prove his point. You glare at him and tie up your skirt and shirt. You fixed your hair, while he gave you an amused look. Your storm passed him, you bumped your shoulder into his in "accident".

Peter walks behind you until you reach the gates of the camp, he left a kiss on your cheek. You scream, seeing him wink at you. He puts his helmet back on and runs into the field, excusing himself over the toilet and feeling dizzy. You stare in awe at the scene before running over to Edmund, who raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'll tell Caspian." He stands up, about to run towards your older brother. You push him down, seating him again.

"Tell him what?"

"That you had sex with Peter!" He ran off and you sighed.

"We didn't have sex." You bit your lip and looked at the man who knocked the wind out of you in the sword store, "Not yet."

[hyperfixatedhyperstressed]

You dropped ungracefully to your knees in front of the fire, tearing the dripping wet cloak from your body and throwing it to the side. Your hands shook and your body was rigid from the cold of your travels. All of your clothing was soaked through and heavy with rain, the fabric now melding to your body. Aemond sat down in a chair to the side of you, visibly less uncomfortable due to the leathers that he donned, though his fists still clenched and unclenched as he watched you try and warm up. The weather of the North was characteristically uncomfortable and had forced you both to take refuge at an inn, though that now saw you having to share a room with the prince you had been friends with since childhood.

“I’m not doing this again, I’m sorry but if there’s a next time you have to travel North, you’re doing it alone.” Your voice was strained and you were only just beginning to feel your fingers again, “I’m completely soaked through”. He hmm’d from his seat as he watched you, before moving to pick up your cloak and hang it to dry, “Take off your dress.” His voice was calm and steady, his hand extending to help you rise from the floor.

You startled at his words, a warmness coming to your cheeks, “Pardon?”, though you took his hand and let him help you stand.

“Your dress is soaking, you’re going to get sick if you stay in it. And besides, you’ll soak the bed, that we have to share” he tilted his head towards the small-ish bed in the corner of the room and the heat you felt in your cheeks seemed to intensify as you realised how closely you’d have to be pressed together, “Take it off” he repeated softly. Conceding, reached behind yourself and began pulling at the laces of your dress, fingers stiff and the laces getting caught together; Aemond gently took your shoulders and turned you away from him, beginning to undo the laces himself, movements soft and you felt the dress slowly dripping down to the ground.

“Fuck” you heard his quiet voice in your ear and your head titled to look at him, seeing him eyeing the chemise you wore before picking your dress up to hang and dry, “you really are soaked through, you’re chemise is stuck to your skin”

“Not all of us were blessed with leathers to protect us from the rain” the heat in your cheeks was beginning to spread through your entire body, and a tingling across your skin as you saw his eye return to your form. His own hands came up to his leather jerkin and began unbuckling it, slowly removing it to reveal the dry white undershirt below, he pulled it to untuck from his trousers and then over his head. Aemond stood shirtless before you, the skin of his toned chest looking ethereal in the glow of the fire, shirt extended out towards you, “Wear this instead” he took a step towards you as the ability to process the situation left you entirely. His gaze upon you felt so comfortable and you were almost sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest; his free hand moved to brush some of your hair from your shoulder, “unless you’d prefer to stay wet”.

You took the shirt from his hand and turned away from him and moving towards where he’d hung your clothes, you knew his gaze was still on you, you could feel it but the tingling goosebumps across your body were no longer from the cold and you enjoyed them. Knocking the straps off your shoulders, you caught the chemise before it fell past your breasts and slipped the shirt over your head, arms going through and instantly feeling the residual warmth of Aemond’s body; letting the shirt fall down into place, you let the chemise fall to the ground from below it. The shirt came to a stop just under the swell of your bum, the open drawstring front resting between your breasts; the smell of Aemond was strong all around you. Not turning to him but still feeling his gaze, you bent to pick up the chemise and hang it, slow footsteps approaching from behind you. An arm went around your waist, his lips grazing the top of your ear and you unconsciously leaned back into him with fluttering breath, “Much better, are you ready for us to go to bed now?”

You could feel the warmth of his chest through the thin material of his shirt, the feel of the fabric of his trousers pressing against the back of your legs. You’re head was spinning with the sensations around you, him surrounding you entirely, and it dropped backwards to rest upon his shoulder, your hair falling to leave your neck bare. You could feel the softness of his own hair tickling your skin as his mouth came to graze lightly at your neck, the arm around you dragging you further into his bare chest. A soft moan escaped from you as you felt his open mouth upon your neck, the faint scratch of his teeth nipping at you.

He turned you to face him, eye dropping down to take in the frontal view of you in his shirt, before reaching behind you to grab his long leather coat and dropping it upon the rug in front of the fire,

“or we lie here a while and dry out before the fire, then we’ll take to bed? Your choice” He was still so close to you that you could see the faint training scars upon his chest, your fingers itching to reach out and touch them. You could smell his almost intoxicating scent and imagine the softness of his hair under your fingers. His hand came to rest in the small of your back, finger shifting and slightly pulling at the fabric, his intense gaze making your heart flutter. He was slowly lowering his head down to yours, as his other hand made its way to the nape of your neck, fingers warm and soft as they wrapped your hair around them lightly, pulling your head backwards. His lips grazed against your own, both breathing eachother in in front of the fire, “Where do you want me to have you first?”

Years ago I used to write stories for a fandom I used to be in; a combination of falling out of that one fandom I used to write for and people I knew at the time finding out about my writing, I stopped writing for years. Aemond opened up a whole new vault of ideas and motivation for me but I held back writing until I sent this in to @aemonds-war-crime this morning, as an anon. They’re really nice feedback gave me the bollocks to actually post it for myself 😊😬 gonna start letting the seemingly never ending thoughts and ideas about Aemond out my brain now, might be able to start getting some actual sleep if I release the tension 😂

Yeahhhh there’s now a part 2 of this 😂👌🏼

[barbs4shua]

Sweet Dreams; Sad Reality| Yoon Jeonghan|pt 2

Part One Here:

Synopsis: Jeonghan finally caught you touching yourself while having sweet nasty dreams of him. Would you let him bring your dreams and greatest want to reality?

Paring: Yoon Jeonghan × Fem reader.

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"Answer me Y/n . . . I don't have all night" he demanded causing you to flinch.

"You!"

"Be more specific" he growls

"Fuck it Jeonghan! I want you" you snapped frustrated at the fact that he had you like this. . . without even trying.

"Good" he leans in till his mouth was just above your ears as he takes your hand placing it on the bulge in his pants. "I'm only going to ask you once . . . do you want me to fuck you or make love to you?" He whispers in your ears, his hot breath causing you to hitch a breath.

Truthfully you wanted both. Needed.

"I uhhh __" you stuttered

"I can do both" he says and you're pinned beneath him in seconds.

You shouldn't allow this, someone could walk in but the thought of getting caught excites you more.

He takes a moment you take you in, his eyes scan your entire body, dragging his gaze till it stopped on your lips. You bit your lip in anticipation but he doesn't kiss you. Jeonghan runs his hands gently over your clothed heat and you curse at the touch.

"I can smell your arousal from here and it's making me so hard I might nut in seconds" he says pressing himself into you teasingly. Yes, he's really extremely hard.

He drags his hand from your heat till he grabs your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. His gaze never leaves your face and you can see the smirk on lips. He seems to be enjoying this, torturing you with his touch like this. You probably look like a cock- hungry slut right now but for Jeonghan you'll be anything.

His lips captured yours in a slow kiss, hands roaming your body till he cups your boobs. You can taste the alcohol on his lips, he's been drinking but thankfully he's sober enough so this doesn't end up as a 'drunken moment'.

His tongue runs over your lips and you open up, granting his tongue access into your mouth. His tongue reaches the depths of your mouth and you moan into his. Unable to keep your hands to yourself, you grab his hair urging him to do more because your body needs more. Needs Jeonghan.

Tearing away from your lips, he begins to trail sloppy kisses on your neck as his skilled fingers undid the buttons on your blouse, it is ripped off your skin in seconds revealing your black bra with a bunny charm attached. Perfect choice because right now, you are a bunny-in-heat. Two years is such a long time to survive without sex, not even the quickest flings.

He continues peppering kisses on your skin, he reaches your stomach and pauses to hold your gaze.

"What hap__" before you could get the words out, Jeonghan dips and licks your belly button. "Fuck Jeonghan" you scream. How come you never knew how sensual this could be?

"You liked that didn't you, now try not to scream too much. This room isn't soundproof" he says as he continues the sweet assault till your sweatpants were off, your bra following immediately leaving you in just your panties which were already super soaked.

His latches on to your boob, as his hand cups the other, flicking the nipple while his tongue ran over the other. He's sucking, squeezing, kneading, smooching, licking and nipping with no consideration for the angry throb in-between your legs.

Your hands, slipped under his oversized white shirt, tugging at the hem, he takes your cue and pulls it off him. Still not satisfied, you help yourself in a sitting position and your fingers find the drawstring of his trousers. He pauses, watching you trying to take it off.

"Impatient are we? mmm?" He teases as his hand snakes round your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your fingers slip from his trousers, going round his neck as his hot mouth takes yours in a searing kiss. He's not exactly gentle this time, it's hot, it commanding and it's wanting.

"Jeonghan please ?..." You beg detaching your lips as you came up for air even though your lungs were filled with the scent of him. You can't believe he's kept your panties on all this while.

He pushes you back onto the mattress and quickly takes off his trousers, you see the outline of the bulge through his fitted boxers and you do not need to be told that this slender man had a truck in between his legs. You gulp at the sight as heat rise to your cheeks. You're about to be ripped open for the second time.

"Don't worry I'll be gentle" he says looking at you, following the movement of your eyes. He palms his crotch and you gasps watching him run his hands over his dick. Your hands too impatient flies to your panties but he grabs your it before you slip in your fingers.

"You don't get to touch yourself, it's how we ended up here, do it again and I'll fuck you till you're unable to leave this room with both legs" he growls.

You nod as beads of sweat form on your forehead. This was too much. Jeonghan was pushing your buttons. He wanted you to beg for him and that's exactly what you do.

"Touch me please. . . Jeonghan" you plead taking his large hands to your boobs again.

"I'm touching you Y/n" he chuckles holding your gaze "you should learn to be specific and I'll give you what you want"

You swallow hard as your eyes stray to his crotch again, licking your lips. You were so hot it felt like your body was being boiled - cock deprivation should be taken seriously in today's world.

Finally willing to save you from his slow torture, he leans in, planting a kiss on your clothed heat as his fingers fiddle with the waistband of your panties. You lift your hips so he takes it off easily, leaving you bare before him.

"So wet. . . .so fuckin drenched. You're so beautiful, more than I ever imagined" he says tracing your folds as his gaze travels down your body. Ok, maybe you weren't the only one who'd been thinking things.

He shifts and positions himself between your legs, holding each leg with his hands "like I said, do not scream" he said quietly in a husk voice before burying his head. He begins his worship session by breathing in your scent first before kissing your purring intimate lips causing your body to quake.

Without warming, his tongue drags over your folds and your hand flies to your mouth to conceal the lewd sentences rolling out.

"You taste so sweet, I could feast here all day" he praises and resumes his administration. Tongue flicking over your bud and you whine, raising your hips in a roll, thankfully his hands hold you down.

"Fuck . . . Fuck. . . Fuck" you moan breathlessly, your legs trembling, hands gripping the bed tightly as he fucked you with his tongue, his lips sucking and licking your clit till your eyes were stained with tears. He slips in a finger and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"So tight. . . need to stretch you out well" he groans and adds another finger.He curls them, pumping them in and out of your clenching cunt till you were a moaning mess, earning your first orgasm on his tongue and fingers.

"You did well baby girl" he says dragging himself up to kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips. He licks your earlobes making you shiver "I want you now Y/n" he whispers and you melt at his word.

"Then take me" you whisper back, surrendering yourself to him.

You feel his dick brush your pussy and you suck in a breath. He pauses to look into your eyes, as if asking for permission.

"Raw?" He mouths.

You nod, unable to wait any longer. You wanted him right now. The sheer need to be fucked overwhelming your senses and better judgement. "Yes Jeonghan. . . Raw. Take me already"

You'd probably take an emergency pill afterwards since you weren't on birth control. The thought of Jeonghan staining your walls with his cum made your pussy throb painfully.

Your legs circle his waist, eyes still locked in a gaze that screamed many unspoken words as he lines himself at your entrance.

He mouth captures yours again in a kiss, a very slow kiss as he begins to push himself in slowly and painfully, his length stretching you out nicely. You shut your eyes which swelled with tears at the slight sting. He pulls out and you whine at the emptiness, he smiles into the kiss and he fills you up again, this time at a go till he bottoms out.

"Look at me Y/n . . . Look at me as I take you completely" he growls as his hands cups your cheek.

Your eyes open at his command, he begins to thrust into you at a slow and agonizing pace as his darks orbs bore into yours.

He's drilling into you so gently, earning repeated gasps from you at his size which you were still adjusting to. You close your eyes falling deep into the pleasure, his hands kneading your breast.

He continues his snail-paced thrusts, delicious sounds leaving his lips driving you wild with want. You need more, more of him.

"Han. . .nnie more please. . . . more" you beg.

"I told you told I'll make love to___"

"Fuck me Jeonghan!" You snapped cutting him off. He could make love to you some other time. Not now, not this time. You were too needy and wrecked with want for lovemaking. You needed him to pound into you till hungry beast in your inside burst open. He could make love to you another time.

Another time?

Will there be another time?

"As you wish princess" this is all it takes for him to pick up the pace. He pulls out and before you can react, he rams into you, almost causing you to choke. This is what you wanted, needed.

He's nibbling on your collar bone as he thrust faster into you, making you cry out loud from so much pleasure.

"Fuck Y/n. . . . you take me so well. I thought you'd break at my size. You. . .you're perfect for me" he says and you clench, making him curse.

Your hands dig into his back as he keeps pumping into you. "So fuckin perfect. . . . You're mine Y/n. Fuck! You're better than I imagined. I waited for this for so long. . . Such a fuckin long wait" he groans as his hands holds your neck choking you slightly.

You feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm building inside and you pull him in, kissing him this time.

"You're clenching so hard. . . uhhhh" he groans loudly, his name leaving your lips at the same time as you reach your peak, your orgasm pulling in his too. You feel him twitching, painting your insides with his hot liquid as he buries his face in between your boobs.

"You're mine Y/n. Never forget that" he mumbles breathlessly and your eyes water again.

Yes, there will be a next time. Many other times because now you have Yoon Jeonghan and you won't be needing those taunting dreams anymore.

Note: sorry it took so long to update the part 2. I got caught up with work and some projects. I literally dreamt of this and knew I had to update before I choke in the dream 😅. I typed so fast and didn't get to edit yet. Pardon any typos please.