#his fingertips just oh so gently tracing her jaw pulling her in

[ohtendril]

There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at him, as if she might die if he didn’t kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment—it was almost as if she needed him for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.

[kittenintheden]

Right Side of My Neck

so yeah I did that. it's a 420 weed sex fic. let's go.

Rating: E Pairing: Astarion/Ori (female OC) Word Count: 1.8k Content: 18+, post-canon, established relationship, AU or possible future for NYS we don't know?, oral sex, PIV sex, mirror sex, stoned sex, recreational drug use, safe sane consensual.

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Ori reclines on a chaise in their shared flat and gazes out the window as dusk approaches, the last strips of orange-red glow fading on the horizon beyond the city’s rooftops. Her knees are folded up to her chest and she smiles, eyes half-lidded as she raises a hand-rolled cigarette to her mouth and takes another drag, holding it in her lungs for a few seconds before she parts her lips and lets the smoke flow out over them, spilling like a waterfall.

Stars begin to blink into the stretching black sky like someone’s poking holes through the dark to let the pinlight past.

From the other room, Astarion approaches in his loose casualwear, holding a silver goblet in each hand. He dangles one beside Ori’s shoulder and she reaches up with her free hand, taking it and smelling the contents. A rich, dry red. Her favorite.

“You always know the exact thing,” she says, raising her face to pay him an adoring smile.

He stands above her and strokes his fingers through her hair, tilting his head. “I know you. And I am glad for it.”

Ori hums, taking a sip of her wine before she sets it on the nightcast windowsill. She takes his hand and pulls him downward until he chuckles and sinks to his knees beside her, leaning in close to brush their noses together before he sits back and drinks from his own goblet.

“You,” he teases at a lilt. “Smell like devilweed.”

“Do I?” she teases back with a smirk, bringing the cigarette in for another light drag. She releases the smoke out of the side of her mouth. “Pity. That shit makes me so silly in the head.”

“Tragic,” he agrees sadly. “I do prefer you oh-so-serious.”

“I know, but it’s been such a long day,” she says. “Hasn’t it?”

He takes another drink. “Wouldn’t know. I just woke up.”

“Lazy little house lad,” Ori says. “Come here.”

Astarion lets her lift his chin and tilt his mouth toward hers. She sucks in a draw, embers glowing red in the dark, and holds it on her tongue. When she puts her thumb on his bottom lip, he lets her prise it open and blow the smoke into his mouth, punctuating it with a light lick followed by a kiss.

He could hold it for an eternity, really, but he doesn’t. When he breathes out, the smoke curls between them and fills the room with its resinous, sticky scent.

“Mmmm,” he says. “What was that for?”

“You’ve some catching up to do,” she says, placing the cigarette in his mouth. He takes a drag of his own and then removes it with two fingers, tapping it against a nearby tray and setting it aside, still burning.

“Budge up,” he says, crawling up on the chaise next to her. “The stars won’t watch themselves.”

She chuckles and turns back to the window, scooting in closer so he can lay behind her. Within ten minutes, he’s pressing soft kisses to her bare shoulder and stroking down the length of her arm with his fingertips, tracing the twining lines of her tattoos to her wrists and back up again. He wriggles in tighter, murmuring lightly as he buries his face in her curls.

“Why do you always smell so good?” he groans beside her ear.

Ori shakes with giggles, her nose wrinkled up in delight. “That was quick.”

“You know what that shit does to me,” he purrs, nipping her gently on the ear before he reaches a hand around to tilt her face toward him so he can kiss her, licking languidly into her mouth to taste the weed and wine on her tongue.

She leans her head to the side to suck lightly along his neck. “I might have counted on it, admittedly.”

“Cheeky,” he breathes as he hooks his fingers into her loose trousers and pulls them down over her hips. “I like it.”

“I…” Ori cups his jaw in her hand and guides him in for a rolling wave of a kiss. “... like your mouth.”

He grins and lays his weight across her, shifting to one side so he can reach out over her head to pick up the smoldering roach, and takes a hit out of the side of his mouth before replacing it. He holds Ori’s eye as he moves down her body and stops where her split shirt lies open, exposing her from the ribcage down. Astarion tilts his head barely to one side, curls his tongue, and purses his lips, shaping the smoke as it flows along the dip between Ori’s ribs and folds back on itself.

Ori watches him briefly disappear behind the cloud as he laps at the skin below her navel in an open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly while he moves his mouth down to the crux of her thighs. He doesn’t even bother with pretense, his skilled tongue finding all her favorite places like he has her mapped from memory. She arches and whines, her thighs clamping around his ears as she reaches her hands down to tangle into his curls.

The devilweed twines through their blood, making everything go dilated and stretched taut. Every touch a caress, every stroke a spark. Astarion lights her up with lips and tongue, unable to stop grinning against her as he loses himself in touch and taste, scent and sound. His fingers reach along the outer edge of her thigh and he scratches over the skin there, eliciting a cry from Ori above him.

He furrows his brow and dips his other hand between his legs, running a palm over his hardened length, and oh, that’s nice, but that’s not…

Astarion loosens his bindings for some relief and returns his attentions fully. Ori’s wrapped one leg entirely around the back of his neck and her head’s thrown back as she cries out her pleasure. She’s been riding the swell for such a long, lingering moment, and he does something phenomenal, something like a firm stroke and soft flick, and she comes beautifully.

He doesn’t stop, even when she’s shaking around him. The fingers in his hair tighten, but she doesn’t pull him away. Time slows and all he knows is the smell of her and the taste of her and her thighs embracing him.

He makes her come again, then once more for good measure.

“Gods, enough,” Ori gasps, struggling to sit up and pulling him up by the shirt and using her hands and her bare feet and whatever else she can to help him disrobe above her.

Astarion feels her palms run up his torso from waist to chest and he shuts his eyes and lolls his head forward, her touch leaving a lasting stripe of pleasure wherever it goes. He barely registers it while she maneuvers him back onto one of the large cushions and slides off the side for a better angle.

Then he feels her mouth on his cock and all is right. Astarion arches himself back onto the cushions and sighs, spreading his legs and looking down the length of his body to see Ori flick her eyes up at him while she takes him, her lips so soft and sweet over his hardened length.

She was always beautiful in sunlight, and she’s beautiful still in starlight.

“Salen arael,” he says, swallowing around the dryness in his mouth.

Ori shutters her eyes and hums around him and it’s like feeling music set to the tune of lust. Astarion rolls his eyes back and smiles lazily, focusing on the indescribable pleasure of her mouth and the giddy joyous rush it is to love her. Both sides move together inside him, a coin spinning and spinning on its edge. 

She gazes up at him as her tongue glides along his skin and she sees everything he never wanted her to, so long ago.

A man completely undone, his carefully managed hair askew and hanging loose in his eyes from sleep and sex, shirt come loose and hanging about his shoulders, eyes lidded and adoring, limbs heavy with the assurance of safety.

Ori takes him deep and takes her time pulling back and away. Without even needing to communicate it, Astarion is pulling her up by the wrists and turning her around, hands scrabbling at her hips as he guides her down onto his lap. She reaches between their legs to hold him steady while she sinks down onto him and they both moan out their want as she takes it all and their hips press flush.

Astarion would like it very much if he had the mental fortitude for a clever line or two, but at present, the best he’s got is “fuck with you very good,” which he doesn’t feel is up to his usual standard. Instead, he reaches around to cup her breast as he lets his body take over, rolling up into her and melting, melting.

When she reaches around behind her so she can wrap her hand about the nape of Astarion’s neck, Ori cracks her eyes open as she pants from the sensations washing over her and spots herself in the mirror across the way. Her shirt laid fully open, one breast bouncing a little more than the other as her hips rock upward, compelled by an invisible force.

“Ah fuck, that’s hot,” she gasps.

“Huhn?” Astarion grunts in question from where his face is buried in the crook of her neck as he fucks her.

“Don’t stop,” she responds.

He doesn’t. They fall into a slow, rhythmic rock, moving in tandem and enjoying one another, their minds and bodies in a relaxed sort of flow.

The impending promise of orgasm begins to prove too tempting to resist soon enough. Astarion wraps his arms about her torso and kisses at her neck, trailing one hand down between her legs.

Ori laughs, the sound achingly familiar. “Hells, four? You’re asking four?”

“Four is an excellent number,” he gasps. “Humor me. Soon.”

She lolls back against him and lets his careful fingers work one final reward from her.

Ori’s groan is long and low as she shudders from core outward, the heat of her warming him where he’s buried inside her. Astarion sighs out his rapidly approaching peak.

With effort, Ori turns her head to press her mouth against his ear and says, “Come inside.”

He presses hard up into her and holds her in place with his hands on her hips as he goes rigid and then shudders with a groan that’s one part incredible relief and one part disdain at a horrible pun.

Their rocking slows and he stays wrapped around her for a minute or two while they tease one another with aftershocks now and again.

“That joke is so bloody stupid,” Astarion croaks at her without moving, his head resting against her shoulder.

“Works every time, though, doesn’t it?” she teases.

He grumps noncommittally as he rolls them both back onto the chaise.

[geotjwrs]

dark knight (18+)

Pairings ; Catwoman!Madelyn Cline x Batman!Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut

In the heart of Gotham City, a daring heist has been planned by the infamous Catwoman, Madelyn. She's always had a soft spot for the city's hero, Batman, but tonight, she's willing to risk it all for a dangerous game of seduction.

With the police and Batman hot on her tail, Madelyn slips through the shadows, her catlike reflexes and agility making her nearly invisible in the darkness. As she moves through the city, she can't help but feel the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

But her thoughts keep wandering back to the man she's been trying to evade - Batman, aka Y/N. She remembers the intensity in his eyes, the strength in his arms, and the way he made her feel alive. A smile plays on her lips as she thinks of their encounters, but she knows she can't let her guard down.

Meanwhile, Y/N is on the hunt for the elusive Catwoman. His mind is consumed with thoughts of her, the way she moves, the allure of danger that surrounds her. He's been trying to keep his focus on the mission at hand, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

As the night wears on, Madelyn finds herself cornered by the Dark Knight. She watches as he approaches, his cape billowing behind him, and she knows this is her chance to make a move. With a sultry grin, she purrs, "Well, well, if it isn't the caped crusader himself. What brings you out here on this lovely night?"

Y/N's eyes narrow, but he can't help but be drawn in by her seductive tone. "Is that an invitation, Madelyn?"

She licks her lips, slowly moving closer to him. "Depends on what you're offering, Batman."

Y/N's gaze lingers on her for a moment, then he reaches out and grabs her wrist, pulling her close. "I'm offering you the chance to tell me what you're really up to."

Madelyn laughs softly, her breath warm against his face. "Oh, Batman, you know I can't reveal my secrets that easily."

As they stare into each other's eyes, the air between them crackles with tension. Y/N can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knows he's about to cross a line he's never crossed before. But something about Madelyn's allure is irresistible, and he can't help but be drawn in by her charms.

"Let's see if we can find a more...entertaining way to pass the time," she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear. Y/N's breath catches in his throat as she reaches up and gently strokes his face, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

In that moment, he knows he can't resist her any longer. He pulls her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As their bodies press together, they can both feel the heat building between them.

"Mmm," Madelyn moans softly as their lips part, her eyes locked on his. "I knew you couldn't resist me, Batman."

Y/N smirks, his hands running up and down her sides. "I've been trying to deny it, but you're right. There's something about you, Madelyn."

She leans in, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispers, "I've been fantasizing about this moment for so long, Y/N. I want to make you forget all about your mission, and just focus on me."

He growls in response, his hands moving to her hips as he pulls her closer. "I'm not sure I can promise that, but I can promise you a night you'll never forget."

As their dirty talk intensifies, their clothes begin to fall away, revealing their bodies to each other. Madelyn's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of Y/N's muscular form, and she can't help but run her hands over his chest, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips.

Y/N groans softly as she leans in to kiss him again, his hands exploring her curves. He can feel the heat of her breath against his skin, and he knows he's about to lose himself in this woman.

"You're so fucking sexy, Madelyn," he growls, his voice low and deep. "I want to taste every inch of you."

She smiles, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Then what are you waiting for, Batman?"

Y/N doesn't hesitate. He pushes her down onto the nearby sofa, his body hovering over hers as he kisses her passionately. As their tongues dance together, he can feel her hands moving over his body, exploring every inch of him.

"Oh, Y/N," she moans, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me."

He pulls away for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "Are you sure, Madelyn? This isn't just a game to you?"

She nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Y/N. Please, make me yours."

With a growl, Y/N positions himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He teases her entrance with the tip, drawing a soft moan from Madelyn's lips.

"Fuck me, Y/N," she pleads, her hips arching up to meet him. "I need you to fill me up."

He thrusts into her, his cock sliding deep inside her wet pussy. She gasps at the sudden invasion, her back arching as she takes him in.

"Oh, God," she moans, her hands gripping his shoulders. "You feel so good inside me."

Y/N groans in response, his hips moving in time with hers as they find a rhythm. Their bodies move together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they chase their pleasure.

"Harder, Y/N," Madelyn begs, her voice full of desire. "I want to feel every inch of you."

He obliges, his thrusts growing more powerful as he fucks her with abandon. She cries out, her nails digging into his skin as she succumbs to the pleasure.

As they continue their passionate lovemaking, their dirty talk intensifies, their words driving each other closer and closer to the edge.

"You like that, don't you, Madelyn?" Y/N growls, his voice thick with lust. "You like it when I fuck you hard, just like this."

She moans in response, her body trembling beneath him. "Yes, Y/N. Fuck me harder. I'm yours."

With each thrust, they both feel the tension building, the pleasure growing more intense with every passing moment. They're lost in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they chase their release.

"I'm close, Y/N," Madelyn gasps, her eyes locked on his. "Please, I need you to come with me."

Y/N's grip on her tightens as he fucks her with reckless abandon, his own pleasure building to a fever pitch. He can feel the pressure mounting, the heat of her pussy driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Madelyn," he growls, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me feel you come."

With a cry of pleasure, Madelyn's body tenses, her pussy clenching around Y/N's cock as she reaches her peak. The sensation is too much for him to resist, and he joins her in orgasm, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he fills her with his cum.

As they both come down from their high, their bodies slick with sweat, they can't help but smile at each other. They've crossed a line tonight, but in this moment, neither of them regrets it.

[just-moondust]

Honey & Herbal Tea

Part 1 Part 2

Aaron Hotchner x Fem OC

Summary: Aaron & Seren take the week off at Rossi's cabin.

A/N: The smut is here bitches! Idk how to write smut so my bad if it's too short. Also there smut! So... warning for that I guess...

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Rossi gladly relinquished his cabin under the knowledge that Aaron wouldn't be in a position of being in charge, or able to micromanage the team for the next week. He’d made him unpack all the files from his suitcase before Seren had arrived to pick him up. 

Go enjoy yourself. There’s better things to be looking at than murder cases.

Aaron had to admit Dave had been right about that one. He was, for once, thankful that he didn’t have his nose stuck in a file. He exhales, his eyes scanning over the calmness of the lake as he sits on the porch sipping coffee from a tin mug. 

His attention was being pulled elsewhere though, just off to the side of the porch. Where Seren was looking decidedly more attractive than usual as she brought an axe down over her head, cutting through a log that she tossed aside in a pile. 

He had admittedly lied about it being a little cold the first night, just so she’d have to cut up more firewood. It was entirely worth it though, he thought as she was picking up another log and readying herself for another. She swings the axe, her biceps tense as she pulls it down again, splitting the log in two. 

“You think that’s enough?”

She looks over to him, hands placed on her hips as she catches her breath. He pretends to glance at the pile, then makes an unsure kind of face.

“I’m not sure…It was pretty cold last night”

She laughs as she senses his jest, shaking her head as she walks back to the porch with a pile of firewood. She drops it at the door before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, burying a kiss in the nape of his neck.

“I’m sure there are other ways to keep you warm…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm…” she mutters out the reply, her kisses trailing up to his jaw. He gently tugs at her arm, guiding her to sit with him. One of his hands rests on her thigh that’s across his lap, tracing gentle circles under his fingertips, the other is brushing stray hairs from her face as he studies the creases in her face when she smiles at him with that whimsical gleam in her eyes.

“I thought you said I should be taking it easy?”

“I’ll be gentle” she shrugs, her fingertips gently grip his chin as she tilts her head, bringing their lips together. Aaron’s heart skips a beat, his hand slowly moving up into her hair, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing along his lower lip before pressing to hers. The bitterness of the coffee he’d just had mixed into the sweeter taste in her mouth.

The hand that’d been on her thigh now drifted higher, where her jeans met the bottom of her t-shirt. His thumb smoothing over the exposed skin of her hip.

She pulls back all of a sudden, leaving him too surprised to open his eyes again for a few more seconds.

“Careful Hotchner” she warns with a devilish grin, “anymore of that and you might end up bruising those ribs again.”

He chuckles, smoothing down her hair. His hand slips under her shirt to rest in the curve over her waist as he speaks in a lowered tone. “I think a little pain will be worth it…”

She tilts her head to the side in amusement, thinking it over before she stands up, pointing toward the door.

“Inside Hotchner.” 

“Yes Ma'am”

 He quickly replies, jumping to his feet just as fast. A light laugh escapes her as he passes, she follows behind with an armful of firewood. She drops them down by the fireplace, joining him on the makeshift mattress of pillows and blankets they’d slept on the night before. She can barely ask if he’s comfortable before he pulls her back into a passionate kiss, earning a squeak of surprise from her before she relaxes, letting him guide her onto his lap. Her hands graze over the stubble on his cheeks, up into his hair as his travel down to her waist.

The comfort of having her so close only fuels his need for more, his hands going under her shirt again, one moving up to cup her breast through her bra. He feels her breath hitch in response, only daring him to be braver. He pulls away from her lips, his fingertips tracing back down to the bottom of her t-shirt as she gives him a silent nod of approval, lifting her arms as he pulls the soft cotton away from her freckled skin. 

He takes a moment to take in this welcome new sight, though he can’t help two of his fingers following the length of a fading scar on her left side. 

“It’s…from an accident… The accident.” She says in a hushed tone as she spies his curious eyes wandering from the rest of her to the long, jagged line. Aaron only nods, looking back up to her face with sympathy. She’d told him the story of one of her crew being lost on the job, how it’d been ruled as a tragic accident at the time. But she hadn’t said anything about herself being hurt too. He supposed it was out of a sense of leadership to her team. Why should she be hurt when someone had died? 

“Sorry…” he shakes his head, realising he’d only pulled them both out of their sweet moment with his own curiosity. Sometimes, he really hated being a profiler.

“It’s okay. It’s kinda hard to miss, right?” She shrugs, keeping her warm smile as she makes light of the situation. He had to admire her for that. Seeing it as part of her rather than a reminder of a painful experience as he had with his own.The thought of her seeing his scars in the same way he had looked at hers was flooding his mind as she’d reached down to pull up his own shirt. She frowns in concern as his hands take hold of hers, the anxiety he was unsuccessfully hiding becoming clearer as held onto her hands, staring down at them.

“Aaron we don’t have to…” She stops as he shakes his head.

“No, it’s not that I -” he swallows, finding the courage to look her in the eyes again. “I just have some…reminders that aren’t so healed yet…”

The explanation seemed vague enough for her to know he couldn’t face talking about what had happened to him, instead she softly kisses his cheek and smiles understandingly, “I get it” She whispers as he leans into her lips, the tips of their noses meeting before he just has to kiss her again. The sweet taste of her lips and delicate touches across his chest fill him with warmth once more.

His hands wander across her torso again, paying attention to every inch. Soon his kisses travel there too, soft and quickly down her neck and along her collarbone, earning a hum of enjoyment from her. The sound only encouraging him, touches shifting to her lower body. Caressing her clothed thighs, making her tighten them around his waist, beginning a slow pace of rocking her hips along his own.

Aaron lets out a breathy groan, soon growing impatient with her tempo. His grip moves to her hips, hoping to guide her to an increase as he feels the growing ache of need.

“Hmm, you’re not one for patience, are you?”

A devious grin stretches across Seren’s lips as she stops, eliciting a disappointed whimper from his. She pushes him down flat on his back, hovering over him as she inches closer to his mouth. But when Aaron tries to close the distance, she just makes him chase her. Her smirk grows as she watches him get playfully frustrated, cursing under his breath.

“Quit it, you tease”

“Oh sweetie, you’re just too fun not to tease” she chuckles, “but alright. Seeing as you’re in such a tender state…”

She peels away from him and to her feet, finally ridding herself of her jeans. Aaron soon follows suit, kicking off his own as she crawls back up to him. Her bare thighs drawing in his hands as he palms at whatever he can reach while she holds him down with one hand, kissing and softly nipping at his neck. 

The neediness inside him grows, along with the thought of just flipping them both over. But somehow he doubts it to be possible. She was afterall, just as, if not stronger than him. And despite the teasing, she continued to lure him gladly into a sense of submission that he felt when he whined and squirmed underneath her.

“G-god Seren, p-please just…”

“Hmm?” She lifts her head lazily from his neck to meet his eyes. “Is there something you wanted to say?” she asks, a sultry tone thick in her voice as she delights in his worked up state.

“I…I can’t take much more of this” he mutters out in a gasp, the painful hardness in his pants evident to the both of them. 

Much to his relief, she finally relents, helping him slide off his boxers. She wraps a hand around him, making him quickly try to restrain himself from just thrusting into her hand then and there. He bites down on his lip, hard.

It doesn’t go unnoticed either, a praising smile on Seren’s face as she witnesses the struggle.  “You’re doing so well for me sweetheart…” she hums, her other hand trailing up her inner thigh, fingers pulling the fabric of her underwear aside.

Aaron can do nothing but watch the feeling of contentment fill her as their bodies are joined. A trembling exhaled breath escapes her as they both adjust to the feeling of one another for a moment.

Once she finally starts to move, his hands go to her hips, fingertips digging into her skin as he tries to settle into this pace. He pushes against the hand she had holding him down till she lets up, letting him pull her down with his fingers laced into her hair for the kiss he so desperately needed. He feels her smiling against his lips, maybe out of amusement of how needy she was making him. So he snaps his hips up, quickening the rhythm between them and earns some delightful surprised sounds from her mouth as she hangs over him. 

“That’s it sweetie…keep going…” She breathes, “god that feels good…” 

He groans lowly, the praise only pushing him further into this feeling of euphoria. She grips tightly at his still clothed shoulders while his hands trail up her back and down to her thighs, guiding her movements. He can help but wear a besotted look as he gazes up at her. The way her hair falls over one shoulder, completely messed up. The strength in her body, every movement she makes tensing a muscle under her flushed skin that he just has to smooth over. The equally as intoxicated look in her dark eyes as they both inch further and further to an end.

She knows it too. They both feel each other getting more frantic. Wet, open mouthed kisses through panting, hands grasping harshly at one another…

“Seren…” Aaron hissed as she bites down a little on his lip for that last kiss. 

“I know…It’s okay…” she half nods, her breath hitching with every one of his thrusts. 

That’s it. Her permission is the only thing left he needed as he released inside her.

Their cries fill the air of the cabin as they both gradually come to standstill after the waves die down.

Seren almost collapses onto him,but  Aaron lets out a pained grunt as an arm comes into contact with the tender part of his injuries. She jumps in alarm, straightening up again. 

“Oh god, are you okay? I forgot-” she stops as he grins, giving his shoulder a light smack at his tease. 

“Ow! Hey!” he giggles, pulling her into his side as she rolls out of his lap.

“I thought I hurt you Aaron, not funny…”

But she’s smiling. Trying not to laugh, even.

“Sorry” 

He plants a few apologetic kisses to the top of her hair, his arm around her softly rubbing at her side. 

“Mhmm. You’re lucky you’re cute…”

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

20/20 Vision !NSFW!

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, blindfolds, mommy kink

Words: 1190

A/N: For Savy, who was promised this smut prompt in September and then never received it. Thank you for your patience ily<3

You sit in bed with a book in your hands, eyes scanning the pages and mind drifting off into another world. Your attention is drawn to the bedroom door when it opens, and in walks a tall woman, her red lips curled into a subtle grin.

“Hi!” You’re beaming as Larissa leans down and pecks you on the lips. “How was your day?”

After she tells you about her day–for once not including the mentions of one Wednesday Addams— she goes into the closet and changes out of her clothes and into something more comfortable. When she opens the door again, she’s grinning as she holds up two pieces of black silk.

“So…” you chirp, a smug look on your face. “I assume those are for my wrists…”

Larissa walks forward slowly, her eyebrows raising as she sits on the bed in front of you. After crawling forward on her hands and knees, she rests in between your legs, hand cupping your jaw gently as she places a soft kiss on your lips. “Oh no, darling,” she mutters as she pulls away, looking into your eyes. “These are for both of us…”

You giggle as you kiss her again. “And what in the world could you mean by that?”

“Well,” she says, “I thought we could play a little game…” She leans forward again, her voice lowering. “One where we’re both blinded…where we can only feel each other…where we can only hear each other…where every sense is magnetized.”

Your breath starts to pick up as you glance at the silk in her hand and then back to her eyes. “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” you mutter, taking one of the blindfolds from her hand and reaching to turn the lamp off. Your eyes never break eye contact as you both bring the blindfolds to your eyes and tie them securely around your heads. “I assume the game has started now.”

As her hand runs up and down your neck, memorizing your shape, Larissa chuckles. “Well, I think we have a few things getting in the way…” Her fingers trail down to the hem of your shirt. “Like this right here.” 

You suck in a breath as you feel her nails rake up your torso, fingers slowly moving your shirt up and over your head. Your hands run up her arms in search of her shoulders, goosebumps forming beneath your fingertips as they continue up her neck and across her face to find her lips.

You take a shallow breath as your thumb runs over her bottom lip, and you lean in to kiss her softly, taking delight in the way she smiles against your lips. 

Despite your vision being completely gone, it was still as if you could see everything happening right in front of you. Just as Larissa had stated before, every sense is magnetized by a hundred. A single touch to your navel was akin to the contradicting feeling of an ice cube forming streaks of searing hot goosebumps.

You shiver beneath her touch as her fingers move down to your hips, the tips lightly skimming the surface of your flesh. With her lips still on yours, Larissa’s free hand moves from gripping your hair to carefully, and painfully slowly, moving down your neck and to your chest. As another chill runs through your spine and her fingers toy with your nipple, you break away from the kiss and gasp as her long, slender fingers trace circles on your clit before dipping into your entrance and curling immediately. 

“Oh, fuck, Larissa…” 

The moan is breathy and Larissa is able to feel it on her own lips as she grins. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

You move your own hand down to her bare hips now as you try and grind your own on her fingers. “God, yes, Mommy.”

With your lips moving to her throat, you can feel Larissa flinch, the feeling unexpected with her blindfold depriving her of her senses. Only a few seconds later your fingers were mimicking hers, sliding easily into her wet cunt.

Her pulse begins racing and you grin as you nip at the skin of her neck. She gasps as you bite down harshly, trying to suppress a moan as her fingers move faster. Your hips move faster and so do your fingers, your other hand coming up to Larissa’s hair as you press your foreheads together. 

Moans filled what little gap there is between the two of you. 

“God, Larissa, please don’t stop, please!” You plead deliriously and your fingers grasp at her hair tighter, your head falling back and your mouth hung open. “Please, please, please, Larissa! I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You begin to shake, your fingers curling inside her even quicker.

Her words come out between moans and you can feel her hips rutting harder, her other hand holding your waist as you do the same. “Cum for me darling,” she breathes. “Be a good girl…make Mummy proud.”

Your shaking body tenses as loud moans fall from your tongue and you fall forward, your head on Larissa’s shoulder. As you catch your breath, you sit up more and press a fervent kiss to her lips. “Please, Mommy, cum for me. I want to hear you scream in pleasure. I want to know I’ve made you proud…that I’ve been a good girl for you.”

It didn’t take long for her to crumble as well, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her. As her release crashed through her, you moved her hips, desperate for her to soak in every drop of euphoria she could get.

Calming down, she removes her blindfold and yours. Your eyes adjust to the darkness and a dazed smile grazes your lips as you pull your fingers from her, immediately putting them in your mouth to clean them off. She pulls you in for a kiss, her tongue grazing yours before she stands from the bed and tosses the blindfolds to the side.

You collapse into the pillows, chest heaving and arms above your head before she comes back with a cloth. As she cleans you up, you pull Larissa in for a soft kiss. “Thank you,” you mutter against her lips, eyes still closed.

After discarding the rag, she climbs on top of you, hands on your cheeks as she kisses you back. Larissa rolls over onto her side and you follow her trail, pulling the comforter up over your bare bodies, and draping your arm over her waist as hers does the same. The other comes under your neck, hand coming up to rest on your shoulder.

“I’d say that was a pretty fun game,” you muse.

Larissa giggles, ending with a sigh. “I have to say, I must agree.”

“You’ve always been the more clever one in this relationship.” You look up at her as you entwine your legs with her. Gasping in mock outrage, your eyes widen. “You’re not even gonna deny it?”

“No,” she snickers. “I’m not.”

You sigh, smiling as you press a kiss to her shoulder before pecking her on the lips. “Fair enough. Goodnight. I love you.”

[queers-gambit]

Can you please write something where the reader (the same reader in your series) is spending memorable time with her grand sire and he asks her “will I be remembered as a good king”. 🥺

oh, my heart! yes, my love, this was too good to pass on and i need a bit of a reprieve from my life. thank you so much for sending this in, i hope i do you justice!!

note: it got a way angstier than anticipated and i'm sorry, but i promise it works, and there's "plenty" of fluff.

3 Times He Didn't, 1 Time He Did

prompt: by day, she's the attentive granddaughter Viserys deserves in his failing years, and by night, she and her husband wipe away each other's tears.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader and grandfather!Viserys x Velaryon!granddaughter!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.9k

note: this can be considered part of the [ WPMP series ]

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff. lmfao it has smut, too, 'cause why the fuck not? author projects really, really, really hard. broken family dynamics. mild violence. half edited. ❗️PLEASE NOTE ❗️- this story will contain certain details about the emotional turmoil pertaining to caring for ailing family members. please, value your self-comfort and do not engage if this topic triggers you. i love you, i empathize deeply your pain, and there is no shame in scrolling away. sometimes self-love is the realest love.

The room was quiet, soft in the early morning before the sun rose and anyone had time to wake-up and ruin the peace. Your head was left on your husband's bare chest, snuggled in the crook of his neck while one of his calloused fingertips traced over your skin in light patterns. One of your hands laid against his breast, gently raking your fingernails around his nipple as your eyes had trouble focusing due to the burn for sleep.

Aemond sighed deeply and tightened his arm so you were pulled closer to let his lips press against your forehead. Peaking up to gaze over porcelain skin, you smiled and reached to caress his jaw, asking, "What're your plans for today, my love?"

"I've lessons all bloody morning, training this afternoon," he mused, "and perhaps, dinner with my wife this evening?"

"Are you asking me?" You cooed gently.

"I am," he chuckled. "Whatcha say? Hmm?"

"I'd love to go to dinner with you, love," you promised with a whisper, "I shall find you later in the day, yes?"

He nodded, hand tight over your hip, "And your plans? For today?"

"Oh," you smiled gently, "um, well, I was to visit Alicent for tea and breakfast, then... Well... Okay, look, just promise you won't get upset."

"Depends," he spoke honestly, "how bad is it?"

"Well, it's not bad, per se," you worried gently, unable to meet his eyes so you just nuzzled closer into his neck, "but it might make you feel something."

"'S all right, pet, just tell me," he nodded, cheek grazing your forehead.

"I'm visiting with Viserys today," you spoke softly. "Your Mother told me he had requested to see me - "

"He doesn't name names anymore," Aemond pulled back to stare down at you incredulously. "My love, you thought I'd be upset that Father has asked to see you? By name? No, no, my sweet girl," he smirked gently, reaching to caress your jaw and cheek, "that's something akin to a miracle."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, love," he nodded but dropped the smile in confusion. "What did he call upon you for?" He guided your head back to his chest, making you sigh lightly as you both relaxed once more.

"Alicent did not list specifics, only that he wanted to see me."

"Hmm."

"I'll tell you what he speaks of, but in truth, I worry he'll forget about his request by the time I arrive."

"If he does, I'm sure seeing you will still brighten his day," Aemond cradled you closer in his arms. "Surely, you brighten my days, my sweet girl."

You chuckled, feigning annoyance as you stretched against him, "I forget how clingy you are in the mornings."

"We're both going to be busy today, pet. Let me savor these last moments before we are both exhausted from the day."

You hummed, reaching to hold his cheek and nuzzle your nose up his as your chests pressed together. "Well, who could say no to that?" You breathed, leaning in to kiss his lips slowly. His arm constricted around you as the other shot up to hold your own cheek, smoothing skin under his thumb. "We should rise," you whispered.

"We've time," he promised, moving to lay you on your back to hover over you. His unbound silver locks cascaded around his shoulders, hanging to gently tickle your skin as his hands grabbed at the meat of your hips and waist, slowly dragging up. You quickly reached for him, bringing him in closer as your thighs squeezed around his hips to keep him anchored. His lips moved with yours in a searing kiss and the moment a hand seized the meat of your breast, you both moaned as his bare cock twitched to life against your moistening cunt.

"Oh," you gasped when he started to dryly hump into you, just feeling your wet heat; your body; the way you felt under his hands. "Love, I-I... Shit."

"What do you want, my love?" He purred against your lips, still just teasing you justly; hips swirling to smear the gathering wetness. "C'mon, tell your husband, pretty girl, you know I love pleasing you."

Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth to hold in the slew of purely animalistic, wanton moans. "I just want you," you managed to whisper, trying to preserve some dignity. "All of you, Aemond," you smirked gently, reaching for him again, "and maybe if we're lucky, our efforts will not be in vain. Hmm? Maybe this time will stick."

"Surely," he mused, swooping in to press another kiss to your lips while grabbing a handful of your bottom to encourage you to move slowly with him. Sure, the pair of you had gone a few rounds the night before but in truth, you often craved sex when your cycle was soon to start - and your husband lived to please you.

He had no trouble then settling one of your legs out with a hand locked to the back of your knee, keeping the other leg close on his hip as he guided his stiff cock into your cunt. No foreplay needed, you were ashamed to admit you might've woken with a slick between your legs; and for some reason, his light touches that morning had made your spine tingle. Aemond seethed gently as he pushed further into your tightness, securing his hands over you - sure to leave bruises behind - and letting his forehead drop to yours.

His moans and groans were music to your ears, the only thing you wanted to hear the rest of your life.

You felt like you were slowly being spit in two but in a deceivingly pleasurable way. You clung to your husband with tight hands, encouraging him to drop into your neck as his hips rutted against yours. His balls were pressed against you with every painstakingly slow stroke, both of your mouths open to brush your lips together and breathe as one.

"Oh, oh, Gods, wow, okay, fuck-fuck-fuck," you whined when Aemond had to readjust to better thrust into you as his orgasm was quickly mounting, caring little for your own as you craved his seed in your womb. Though, you weren't opposed to the mounting pleasure that coiled in your stomach.

A faster tempo was met just as a knock at the door sounded - making you gasp lightly.

"Ignore them," Aemond panted above you. "I've got you, Princess, focus on me. Just on me - fucking look at me."

You nodded with another breathless whine, holding his neck as he let his lips meet yours; pushing his tongue into your mouth to sloppily slide together with yours as teeth gently knocked around from his frantic ministrations.

There was another fucking knock.

"FUCK OFF!" Aemond snapped, glaring at the door; silver locks swinging as he never faltered in his thrusting. The gushing squelching sounds filled the tense air around you, your giggle following after.

"C'mon, love," you whispered with a smirk, reaching to caress his stones and give a light (but increasingly tightening) squeeze. His head snapped back to look at you, picking up his pace mindlessly. "Please, put a baby in me, Aemond, please. I need it."

"Yes," he grunted, "it'll take this time, I know it," he panted, thrusting into you harder so your hand had to let go to let his balls slap into your moist center. "Keep makin' those pretty fucking noises, pet, c'mon, please," Aemond smirked, licking at your lips, "know they drive me fuckin' crazy, hmm? C'mon, my love, make me a Daddy." When your pupils dilated, he repeated in a hiss, "Make me a fucking Daddy."

Aemond, usually a man of little words, loved to hear your voice above all others and liked to surprise you with his surprisingly suave dirty talk. So, after a flash on insecurity, you were encouraging him harder, faster, your thumb hooked in his mouth as you reminded him only he could make you feel this way, and that if he wanted to be a Daddy, he had to fill you to the brim. He was so close and one more surprise squeeze of his stones had him cumming in your cunt with a shout.

"Oh, fuck," you panted, nodding at him as he tried to sit back but couldn't. So, with reluctance, he pulled out only to crash into your side, panting lightly against the crook of your neck. You happily snuggled closer before he was perking up to grab a set of pillows and insist you lift your hips. He had you lay down with it under you after hearing rumor it would help his seed take to your womb easier.

Gravity and shit.

It was a blissful few seconds before the knocking at the door sounded yet again, Amira shouting, "Are you both quite done, yet!? Fuck's sake! Some of us have responsibilities to attend to!"

"Oh, for the love of the Gods! We're seeing to our marital responsibilities, Mira, fuck off for a few more hours!"

"I know you're not talking to me like that, boy! I don't care you're a Prince, you can still - "

"Hey, okay, come in, Amira! Cut it out!" You called back with a chuckle, pulling the sheets closer to you both to save her from seeing more than she wanted (or needed) to. When she stepped in with a glare, you laughed, "Are you quite done, yet?"

"Tell him to behave," she slitted her eyes.

"Behave," you mused to Aemond, knocking your hand back to his chest - making him scoff in humor.

She sighed, "Well, do I come back or what? Are you ready to get your day started, or not, Princess?"

"Sun's not even up, Mira," you whined, head crashing to the arm Aemond had under you.

"Viserys wakes early and naps early," she shrugged. "You're also to take tea with the Queen, so, uh, get up."

"Surely you can give us an hour to rest," Aemond refuted.

"Or getting up now would mean riding your sleepless-high only to go to bed early tonight," she shot back.

You groaned, "She has a point."

Aemond sighed, leaning in to let you peck his lips before watching you climb from bed - bare as the day you entered this world. He watched you get ready from the safety of the bedsheets, bidding you a good day when you meant to leave his side. With a small pout, you whispered you loved him and would find him for dinner, hearing him hum in agreement before you kissed him in parting.

After you met with Alicent that morning to break your fast together, you let her escort you to her husband's chambers. She warned you, as she always did, that Viserys' mind and body was deteriorating; watching you nod in understanding before opening the doors.

When you slowly entered, Viserys was very much awake, but only offered a cautious, confused look. "Alicent?" He asked nervously.

"Good morning, Lord husband," she greeted softly, laying a hand to your back. "You know your granddaughter, Y/N, don't you?"

"I have a granddaughter?" He whispered through a haggard breath.

You frowned, "Yes, Grandfather, my name is Y/N... My mother is Rhaenyra?"

"Oh, my child," he smiled, eye only half-open. "My daughter."

"Yes, I am Rhaenyra's daughter," you softly explained. "I'm your granddaughter."

"Oh," he breathed, "that is good."

"Yes," you whispered, slowly stepping towards his bedside. When you sat beside him and took his withering hand in your own, you couldn't help but whisper, "Don't you know me?"

But he didn't answer.

"Why don't you read to him, sweet girl?" Alicent offered, seeing the tears brimming in your eyes.

You nodded and fought down your emotion. She handed you an old, leather-bound book; waiting until you started reading the passage to vacate the room. It was where you remained for a time, and when the Maester's came in, Viserys visibly tensed.

"No, no," he refused Milk of the Poppy, "I don't want to sleep, I want to listen. Th-This sweet girl is reading to me."

You frowned slightly before nodding to the Maesters, "Leave it, I will make sure he has a dose if the pain exceeds his comfort."

"Of course, Princess."

You continued reading, and to your surprise, Viserys even asked a question or two. When tea was brought in, he let you help him sit up in bed and ask, "Do you want to sit in your chair, Grandfather?"

"Oh," he panted, "n-no."

"Okay," you agreed. "Do you want your tea?"

"Please... An-And would you read to me again?"

"Of course," you nodded, holding the back of his head to help him take a sip of the tepid drink. "Do you want the same story? Or a new one?"

"Same one," he nodded, eye slowly drooping. You frowned, gulping down your emotion at the sight of his depleting energy.

You took your position again, and read from the same book. You would watch him on occasion, slowly realizing his energy was depleting. "Grandfather," you stood to your feet, "it's time for your medicine."

"Is it?"

"Yes," you nodded, glancing out the window, "it's almost sundown, do you want to eat something first?"

"Oh... Perhaps?"

"Okay," you smiled, knowing he didn't eat all day from lack of appetite. "Okay, good, do you want anything special, Grandfather?"

His head shook and you nodded, leaning in to kiss his wrinkled forehead, promising to be back in a minute. You easily located a handmaiden and told her to fetch the King his supper - watching her head off before returning to Viserys' side.

"Do I know you?" He asked, being the one to take your hand. "Your face is a familiar one."

"Yes," you nodded, thinking he knew you, "yes, yes, Granddad, it's me. It-It's me - it's Y/N."

"Y/N? No, I-I don't think so. Y/N is on Dragonstone. Where she belongs."

"No, Granddaddy, it is me," you whispered, squeezing his hand, "I've been here, in the Red Keep - and I'm here with you, now. It's your Y/N, it's me, Granddaddy, please..." Your voice broke with desperation.

He was quiet for a few beats, making you think he might've dozed off, but then he asked, "Y/N? You know my Y/N?"

"I am your Y/N. Granddaddy... Please."

"No, I don't think you are."

You sighed, "Okay, all right. Are you hungry?"

"Hmm," he considered, "yes, I think so. Are you the new nurse?"

"Sure," you agreed, knowing sometimes, it was easier to agree with what his mind told him instead of trying to change it. "I'm here to help you."

He nodded, "Thank you. Not everyone is so gentle."

You frowned, "They are rough with you?"

"Maybe not as nice as I'd like," he admitted. Your heart cracked down the middle.

When his dinner was brought in, you made sure to lay a cloth napkin across his chest before spooning bits of stewed vegetables into his mouth. A bit of ground of chicken with rice, too; side of smashed apples with it; all of which he accepted with little fight.

As the sun slowly sank, you handed off the plates and platters to the handmaiden before pouring Viserys' medicine in a small chalice. Again, you held the back of his neck to then tip the drink over his tongue, and when you laid him back, his eye was already closed.

"Would you come back...? Tomorrow?" Viserys wheezed, voice dialed to a meek whisper.

"Of course," you promised. "Goodnight, Grandfather. I love you."

He did not respond because he did not know you - but you didn't mind. You were used to this by now, his flighty memory. At least he could remember your mother, his daughter, Rhaenyra, and his wife, Alicent; though, his other children were lost to his mind.

When you moved through the castle, you felt your emotions bubbling like hot stew in your stomach. Forgetting your promise to seek your husband, you ventured to your rooms instead; slamming the door shut and letting the sobs overtake you as you only truly meant to only take 20 minutes to regroup and get your shit together. You just wanted to be alone, digest all that had happened; all you felt.

It's where Aemond found you about an hour later, your form already changed for bed; nestled under a blanket on the floor before the fire you had stoked to life by yourself. His brow furrowed, slowly approaching you as if a skittish deer; asking gently, "Love?"

You sniffled, glancing up at him, "Oh, uh," your eyes cast back to the fire, "did I miss our engagement?"

"Well, yes, but that's all right," he took a seat beside you. "Something happen today, my sweet? Why the tears?"

You nodded sadly, admitting in a whisper, "He does not know me... Not anymore. I don't think he'll know me for quite sometime... If ever again. My name is familiar to him, maybe my face in fleeting moments, but I saw today that... That he does not know me anymore."

Aemond sighed and let his hand drag up to hold the back of your neck, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck as your emotion was overwhelming for a moment.

"I've got you," he promised.

"What if that becomes us?" You asked in a whisper. "What if we get to that point, Aemond? Where you don't even know me? What if I don't know you, anymore? I-I don not think I could bear if I ever forgot you!"

"That won't happen. Ever, not in this lifetime."

"How do you know?"

"Because I would always recognize my heart," he replied fiercely - no changing his mind. "You are not so easily forgettable, my love."

"We cannot stop time," you almost growled, pulling away. "He did not plan for this - to waste away into nothing as his brain melted into soup! T-To forget the family he built - the country he's protected and lead through peace. He did not ask for this, there was no stopping it, either. What if that happens to us?"

He sighed, leaning his head to your own, whispering, "Our children will never let us forget our love. We will teach them the meaning of family and we will never have to worry about when we are aged and forgetful."

"We've no children, Aemond."

"Well, yes, not yet, but I've faith," he smirked. "I do not mean to downplay what is happening, but I've watched him whither into this state for years. I understand it can be jarring, I do not mean to take away from your fears or worries or pain... But there is nothing we can do now, love, but ease his passing."

You sighed, nodding, "It's just..."

"It's sad," he agreed, cradling you to his chest. "Are you hungry?"

"Think I've lost my appetite," you admitted, "though, if it makes up for tonight, maybe we can have breakfast tomorrow before I go back?"

"You're going back?"

You nodded. "Maybe you'd like to stop for a visit?"

"Perhaps, we shall see," he sighed, pecking your forehead. "Bed, my love?"

"Please," you whispered, letting him help you stand and make for the bed. You settle in comfort as he changed under your heavy gaze, leaving his chest bare with only a thin pair of trousers on for sleep; literally hopping into bed beside you. "Oh, Aemond! Gods!" You groaned through your laughter when he jostled you both around the mattress.

"Hi, love," he sighed, conforming around you to press his body to yours.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry for today..."

"Don't be," you reached back to caress his cheek, "it is not your fault. I want to be there, he deserves kindness at his end."

"He does," he agreed, "and who better than my sweet girl?"

You chuckled, "Hush, it's been a long day. I want to sleep."

"Hmm," he considered, sighing, "all right, fine, I'll fuck you in the morning, then."

"You're insatiable."

"Good thing you love me like this," his grin was felt against the shell of your ear.

For months, you would dedicate three-to-four days a week to visit Viserys which slowly morphed into you fully-caring for him on those days. He was calmer with you, and though he didn't know you in full, he still felt at ease under your gentle hands.

"Good morning, Granddaddy," you greeted softly.

"Is it morning already?"

"It is," you nodded, "do you want to sit up?"

"Yes, please," he wheezed, wincing when you had to practically heave his body up - his strength not up to par anymore. "Is there tea?"

"Yes, of course," you rushed to get him a cup, returning and nursing it to his mouth. As the morning went, you felt Viserys' eyes on you from time to time and tried not to let it unnerve you as you had opted to read one of your textbooks to him - doubling your time to study.

"Do I know you?"

You looked up, sighing, "Yes, Grandfather. I'm Y/N, your granddaughter."

"No, Y/N's with her mother," he chuckled some, "but you do look like her. Do you know her?"

"I do, actually," you chose a new tactic. "She sends her love and regards, my King."

"Oh, she's always been a very sweet girl," he half-smiled. "I miss my family. Are you my new maid? My new nurse?"

"Yes, Your Grace," you whispered, reaching for his hand. "Is there anything I can get you?"

But like a timer-reset, Viserys' eyes turned confused. "Do I know you? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"Your Grace, it's Y/N," you tried once more, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Please, Grandfather, it's me. It's your sweet girl - it's Y/N."

"How can that be?"

"I married Aemond, I married your youngest son," you explained softly. "I live in the Red Keep with you, with your family."

"No," he wheezed, "no, no, my family is not here - Dragonstone. They're on Dragonstone!"

"No, Granddaddy, y-you have family here, too," you rushed. "You have a wife - "

"Aemma."

Bowing your head, your forehead rested on the back of his hand as you had to hold your breath to restrain your emotions. Sniffling, you looked up to see his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, Granddaddy, Aemma... Your wife."

"My love."

"You had a child, didn't you? Do you remember?"

"Oh," he sighed, "my daughter. M-My daughter..."

"Rhaenyra."

"Yes," he smiled. "Yes, Rhaenyra. Where is she?" His eye opened and turned to you, allowing you to, once more, stare straight into the decaying flesh of his face. His eye darkened in confusion, "Who are you? Where's my daughter? Where's Rhaenyra?" You could see he was getting upset, heart breaking as he yanked his hand away, "What have you done!? What have you DONE!? Where is my daughter!? Where is Aemma and Rhaenyra!? Where is my family!?"

"Grandfather, it's me, it's Y/N, please, please, it's Y/N, I'm family, I'm kin, I'm your blood," you tried to reach for him, but he thrashed in panic - and you backed off because the quickened movements would surely cause searing pain and torn skin.

"NO! I don't know you! I don't know you! HELP! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"No," you whimpered, backing off as the doors burst open.

"Oh, Princess," Ser Erryk sighed, reaching for you.

"Please, just help him - call the Maesters," you nodded, watching as a pair of guards rushed in to restrain the King.

"NO! THAT GIRL!" He pointed at you, "She's done something! Where is my family!? What did you do to them!?"

"She is family, Your Grace," one guard grunted as the Maesters arrived on the scene with the only thing that would help now: Milk of the Poppy. Viserys needed sedated as his mind lapsed into melted confusion, causing distressing panic that his body and mind was no longer equipped to handle.

"What have you done!?" He wailed, "Who is she!? I do not know her - why is she here!?"

Your hands pressed to your stomach as you were forced to supervise the Maesters sedate Viserys - and within ten minutes, you were ushering everyone out of the room to leave him in peace.

"Lady - "

"It's all right, Ser Erryk," you assured with a hand held up, not wanting pity in that moment. "These things happen. I will give him time to recover, and shall return next week..."

He nodded, "Of course."

"Goodnight," you bid, turning on your heel, and darting down a separate hall. Not knowing where you wanted to go first, your brain only registered you wanted your husband and tried to wrack in your mind where he might be.

Your feet picked up pace as the library was found empty, and the stable, and the bloody Dragon Pit. Luckily, as you jogged into one of the Keep's courtyards, the sounds of ringing metal greeted you and all but screamed the answer to your question: Where was Aemond?

"Good!" Cole barked, the two worked down to their tunics as the summer heat beat on them in the last, lingering hours of light. "Move your feet - quicker, my Prince! Quicker! You'll lose a leg like that! There you go - good!"

You came to a pause, realizing how deep into their lesson they were and suddenly felt incredibly selfish for feeling the need to interrupt. Instead, you located a spare weapons table and moved towards it, clearing daggers to the side to slide your body onto the top of it and watch. As if to keep your mind occupied, you idly twirled a dagger between your fingers - something Aemond had taught you once upon a time.

You winced as Cole was taking damaging, almost fatal strikes against Aemond, but your husband was much quicker to dodge around and parry the Knight's blows. You thought it a bit unfair their weapon choices, but figured in times of battle and war, not all weapons were equal and it was best to know how to defend yourself against any foe.

So, you watched. Drew your knees into your chest. Chin on top, and heart weeping without ever giving away anything on your face.

When their session came to a panting-end, you perked up some as Cole caught sight of you first and smirked. He nodded over Aemond's shoulder, who turned to look, and smiled in greeting when he caught sight of you - before frowning when he really looked at you.

Sheathing his sword, Aemond nodded at Cole before jogging over to you. "Hey, pretty girl," he greeted. "What're you doing here? Thought you were with Father all day?"

"I would've been..."

"Ah, shit. What happened?"

Glancing around, you lowered your voice, "Perhaps this is a conversation best made in private."

"Are you all right?"

"In truth, I do not know," you admitted. "But I understand why you do not want to visit him anymore..."

Aemond stiffened and nodded slowly, "Did he yell?"

"He did... Accused me of," you shrugged, "doing something to his family. T-To Aemma and Rhaenyra."

"Oh, love," he sighed, letting his hands smooth around your thighs to draw them down and open you to him. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

"No," you sighed, straightening your spine, "I think I owe my husband a nice dinner together."

"You owe me nothing," he whispered with a frown. "You're upset, my sweet girl."

"It's all right, I think I honestly need time to simply digest what happened today," you reached for his waist, pulling him closer to rest your head against his stomach. "Can we go to dinner and pretend today was normal?"

"All right," he agreed, giving you a squeeze. "C'mon, my love: a normal, boring dinner between normal, boring spouses it is."

"I didn't say boring," you whined lightly with a small laugh, letting him step back and fluidly pull you from your perch.

Aemond chuckled and let his arm wrap around your waist, leading you to your rooms so he could clean up from the day; change from his training clothes, then lead you to a private dining room.

However, it didn't remain private for long. Helaena stumbled upon you and you couldn't resist inviting her to join you. And not 15 minutes later, Alicent and Otto, on their way to their own meal, found the three of you and agreed to join.

Sure, the table originally set for two became crowded with the five of you, but the close quarters provided ample room to joke around and exchange pleasantries.

You managed the whole meal without talking about your day, but Alicent was then asking, "How was Viserys today, sweet girl?"

You nodded, "Oh, yeah, um, he... He just... Yeah."

She frowned when you adverted your eyes, trying not to let reality sink in. "He had a bad day," Aemond covered, hand moving to your thigh to hold tightly in support. "Y/N did what she could but he needed to be left alone."

"I see," she nodded, offering a saddened look.

When back in your rooms, Aemond watched you change for bed silently with a frown before welcoming you into his arms. You all but dropped into his embrace, melting into his warmth. It was easy enough to word-vomit over him, telling him in detail what happened with his father; tears slowly choking you as you had to admit, there wasn't much time left with him.

Aemond held you tightly, lips to your forehead and a hand flat to your cheek to keep you caressed into his chest. You felt fucking useless, laying there in tears, but you needed the relief from the stress of your day. And what better way than in your loving husband's embrace?

He took the following day off to spend with you, doing what he could to offer distraction from the family turmoil. He took you riding on horseback, bathed with you in candlelight, even locked the library doors for privacy to read you old stories from old books.

You didn't return to Viserys' bedside out of nervousness, stomach churning with every thought of upsetting him again.

It took you about a full week before Aemond convinced you to return, promising to stop by for tea - but insisting you weren't to remain for dinner. He liked boundaries and seemingly ending your day earlier was his compromise.

Imagine your surprise when you arrived that morning to find Viserys sitting up already. "Good morning, sweet girl!" He chirped, watching as you froze mid-step; eyes wide and shock coloring your face. "What? What's wrong?"

"You know me?"

"Of course," he smiled, "my sweet granddaughter. I called for you yesterday."

You wanted to tell him that was nearly a full year ago but only smiled, shut the door, and moved for his side. "Yes, yes," you sniffled, taking his hand, "I am here now - how are you feeling?"

"I am well," he nodded with a small smile. "You look well. How are you? Are you with child, yet?"

You sighed gently, "Not yet."

"Oh, well, surely, the Gods will bless you soon," he spoke with such assurance, you nearly had whiplash. "How fairs married life? Your wedding was beautiful."

"You remember?"

"I do."

You nodded back, smiling through your tears, "Life is well with Aemond. He is a sweet and kind husband, Your Grace, you should be very proud of your youngest son."

"I am," he assured, "just as I am proud of you."

"You are?"

"I am," he smiled, taking you hand. "Why do you look so shocked?"

You gulped, offering softly, "I am just happy to see you in high spirits. Maybe you'd like to sit in your chair today?"

"I think, perhaps, the balcony?"

"Really?" You beamed, nodding swiftly, "Yes, yes, that's a great idea. I will help you, we can have tea on the balcony together."

"Maybe some eggs? I feel a bit famished."

"That's good, yes, I'll get you some eggs, too," you nodded, aiding him in standing. You didn't mind helping him into a dressing robe, one hand holding his cane as the other held your arm tightly in his weakening grip as he hobbled. When you both shuffled onto the balcony, you were quick to sit him in a large, plush chair before darting out to find a maid.

Placing an order for breakfast to be delivered with fresh tea, you returned with a new book in hand. Viserys smiled at you, looking more alive than he had in months, offering, "It's a beautiful morning."

"Yes," you agreed, sitting beside him. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I am, love," he chuckled, "you worry too much."

"Or perhaps, not enough?"

He considered for a moment before slowly turning to you, "You feel guilt... For all that's happened."

"In a way," you nodded. "Though, it's in the past."

"Then why do you still bear these burdens?" When you adverted your eyes in shame, he sighed, "I know you worry for me, but what has come to pass is not your doing - nor responsibility."

"You deserve a helping hand in this," you argued gently.

"Perhaps, but it is not your burden to bear," he reminded. "And what happened to Aemond was not your fault, either."

You shifted in discomfort, "I wasn't quick enough to prevent the damage inflicted."

"And that is not worth allowing to weigh on your soul," he nodded slowly. "You saved his life that night."

"I honestly find that hard to believe."

"The boy could've hemorrhaged, bled out," he reminded you, "and did not because you were quick to hold pressure."

You sighed, "Surely, I cannot be the only one who holds weight."

"Surely, you're not," he chuckled.

"What weighs on your soul, Granddaddy?" You asked softly, leaning in to gently wrap your arms around one of his and let your chin rest on his bony shoulder.

"Much," he mused, staring off the balcony. "Mostly, these days, I wonder how I will be remembered."

"Hmm?"

He paused, the silence echoing around you for a moment as two blue birds landed on the stone bannister. They tweeted and chirped to one another, hopping around, almost mimicking the way Viserys' mind whirled.

"I wonder... If I will be remembered as a good King to my people, the courts... My family," he admitted. "And here, looking over the city, I wonder if I did all I could for the people I was sworn to protect."

"Do you know what they call you?"

"What?"

"Viserys, the Peaceful," you told him softly. "No qualms in the realms, no wars, no conflict... You have guided this country from King Jaehareys' reign into your own, where your people have only known you to be peaceful and protective. There is reason they call your daughter the Realm's Delight."

He chuckled, nodding, "Yes, I suppose you make a point."

"If your people did not approve, they would not bestow such a title to your offspring." You paused, squeezing his arm, "But for what it is worth, I will oversee the histories that I can - and make sure, your name is never without title of Peaceful."

He sighed, leaning his head to the top of yours, "You were always too good for this world, Y/N."

You let a few tears fall - hearing him say your name so confidently enough to squeeze your heart. When tea and breakfast was served, you and Viserys dined together before he leaned back and smiled at you, requesting a story, and listening intently. He was much more attentive today and asked you about your studies, picking up on you reading from a textbook - one he had favored in his youthful education. So, it made for good conversation, and for a few hours, it was like you had your Granddaddy back. The real him.

The man you'd remember him as.

No matter how the end turned out; no matter how melted his brain seemed and how aggressive he might've turned, he was your soft, loving Granddaddy... And you were trying to savor and cherish these fleetingly lucid moments with him.

So, when the day passed on the balcony, Viserys asked to go back inside to rest for a bit before he felt dinner was a good idea. When you settled him back in bed, you asked, "Would it be all right if I come back? To dine with you?"

He smiled, "I'd like that. Would you bring Aemond, too?"

"Of course," you nodded with a bright grin. Unable to resist, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead, "I love you."

He sighed softly, smiling up at you and holding your hand in a tight, long-finger-nailed grip, "I love you, too. I don't know if I've ever done it before, but thank you for what you've done for me. Your presences is comforting."

You smiled, "I am glad you think so. I will return this evening."

"Good," he nodded with a smile - one you missed dearly.

You drew his curtains to block the sun and took your leave, unable to stop yourself from rushing to the courtyard first. You caught yourself on the stone bannister over the courtyard, surveying around it before locating the fan of silver locks. "Aemond!" You called, unable to fight off your grin when he turned swiftly in alarm.

You rushed down the stairs and he met you at the bottom, lilac orb blown wide in panic as he reached for you, "What's wrong? What's happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, no, it's good - it's good news," you promised, holding onto his shoulders as he kept you two steps up. "I-I am sorry for interrupting, I just - I got a bit excited and - "

"Breathe," he chuckled, watching your face scrunch in distaste before huffing a breath. "Good... Now, tell me what's happened."

"Um, well, now, I might be a bit embarrassed," you glanced over his head to the courtyard, who were mostly staring at you both in confusion. "I did not realize how many people were here."

"Ignore them, tell me your news, pretty girl," he caught your attention once more. "Your husband wants to know - do not deprive me of information now."

With a breath, you told him your news - grin bright and joyous as you filled him in on the day you had with your Granddaddy. The term of endearment always made him smile and chuckle in amusement but he was far too distracted with how overjoyed you were.

And when you told him Viserys requested he, Aemond, join you both for dinner that evening, he only stared at you in shock.

With nervousness, you asked, "Is that all right? I know you said tea, but he's resting and requested we dine with him."

Blinking a few times, he nodded, "Course... Yes, of course... He does not name names, so, I would be foolish to refuse."

"Aemond, if you're not comfortable, we do not have to," you tried, making him nod.

"No, it's okay," he assured, "we'll go."

You smiled, "Thank you."

"Mhm, but first, we'll clean up," he nodded, leaving you on the stairs to return his weaponry to the racks - bid Cole a good day - and collect your hand again to lead you up the stairs once more. Once in your rooms, he seemed distracted and a little confused by your information; wondering, too, if Viserys would even remember his request by this evening.

You bathed quietly together, relishing in the moments alone as he would continuously sigh in contemplation. Your fingers would rake through his hair in soothing motions, being the big spoon in the tub to let him rest back on your breasts. When the time came, you both dried off and dressed for the evening; sending Amira to the kitchens with supper orders before heading for Viserys' chambers.

You both paused before the door to take nervous breaths in, glancing at one another. "You ready?" You whispered.

"As I'll ever be," he answered, sparing you a softened look before knocking and opening the door.

When you arrived, Viserys was being assisted to a table by a set of nurses and only looked up when he was seated. "Ah!" He panted, nodding and waving you forward, "Good, yes. You're here."

"Good evening, Granddaddy," you smiled, pausing to kiss his cheek. "How was your rest?"

"Very nice, thank you," he smiled, letting you take the seat beside him as Aemond stoically approached. "Oh, Aemond," Viserys nodded, "it is good to see you, son."

"Father," he greeted, offering only a hand on his shoulder before swiftly moving to take the seat on your other side - being furtherest from his father.

You were pleasantly shocked when Viserys asked Aemond about his education and training. He listened as intently as he was able to, a tremor starting in his neck and hands that made you reach over to cut up his meal for him.

"Thank you," he whispered, obviously slowing down in energy.

"Of course," you answered, sitting back to reach for your goblet.

"I hear Y/N's been reading to you," Aemond mentioned, Viserys focused on forking a bit of potatoes into his mouth.

He considered for a moment before looking up to Aemond, and in that moment, you saw the distant look return to his eyes. "Who is Y/N?" He asked, and it was the final nail in the coffin for you.

Aemond glanced at you in worry, looking back at Viserys, "Father, it's us - it's Y/N and Aemond. We've been dining all evening together."

"Have we?" He asked. "I don't think I know a Y/N."

You sighed sadly, "I'm Rhaenyra's daughter."

"No, my daughter's not married," he refused, glaring at you. "You mean to say my daughter has been defiled? How dare you lie to me! Insult my family! How dare you!"

"Okay," Aemond whispered, dropping his cutlery and wiping his mouth.

"Granddaddy, please," you reached for his hand, but he flinched back.

"Who are you!?" He demanded, glaring between you and your husband. "How did you get in here!? These are private chambers! Private, royal chambers! You cannot be here! Guards!"

"Father - "

"I have no son!" Viserys roared, standing in panic that sent his chair toppling over; holding the edge of the table for balance. "I have my daughter! My only child! And this bitch insults her! Calls herself my daughter's seed! My daughter is unmarried!"

Aemond moved swiftly, yanking you from your chair just as you stood in shock when Viserys picked up his plate and hurled it at your body. Aemond used his body to protect yours as Viserys hollered in fright and panic - claiming neither of you as his family because, in his warped mind, Rhaenyra was still fifteen.

"Your Grace!" The Maesters finally arrived and had to work with the guards to fully restrain the King - who had discovered a channel of untapped strength.

"Please!" You whimpered when another dish shattered against the wall behind you, Aemond's hand around the back of your head to keep you pressed protectively into his chest.

"Help him!" Aemond raged, keeping you turned from the sight. When he was assured the guards and Maester's had a hold on Viserys, Aemond was turning at a break-neck pace to lead you from the room and did not release his hold until in the hall.

"Wait for me here, I just want to make sure they get him down," he breathed, hand on your wrist tight.

"I can - "

"No, you've done more than enough, my love, let me do this," he nodded. "Just stay here."

You agreed softly and waited, listening through the opened door as Viserys still cried and wailed and panicked - getting worse when Aemond arrived back on the scene.

"YOU'RE NOT MY SON!"

"My King!"

"WHO IS THAT!?"

"H-he is - He is Daemon's son," one of the Maester's rushed, and it slowly settled. The lie that Aemond, Viserys' own seed, was his brother's offspring cut deep and you waited impatiently for them to get His Grace back in bed.

The guards exited first, then the Maesters, and after a full minute, Aemond exited last and made sure to shut the doors with three guards on post. "C'mere," he whispered, reaching for you. You both made for your rooms, and the moment you were there, the door slammed and Aemond whispered, "We're not going back."

"Aemond - "

"No," he refused, "you've done more than you ever should and tonight proved... No matter if kin or not, he does not understand, and it's time to let the nurses and Maesters step in full-time."

"They already do - "

"You cannot possibly endure this for longer," he shook his head, reaching for your cheeks, "do you understand? You mean more to me than life and I saw tonight that it does not matter how soft and gentle and loving your helping hands are - he's already gone. You hear me? I'm so sorry, but he's gone. It's only going to hurt you more to endure this, so, please, do not go back. For me, do not return."

You were silent as tears sprung to his eye.

"Please," he repeated, readjusting and tightening his hands on your cheeks.

You nodded, "All right, love... I won't return."

"I know it is unfair and it is not right of me to ask - "

"You are only looking out for me, and I have tried to ignore what you can see so clearly. He's... He's not there anymore." Your words were the nail in Aemond's coffin, who leaned forward to trap you in a suffocating embrace as his emotion overwhelmed him. "Oh, oh, my love. My sweet love," you whispered, caressing the back of his head.

"Father's gone," he whispered. "Does not have a son... Let alone two."

"Don't," you pulled back, catching his eye, "that is not fair to you, nor him. His... His brain is a puddle of memory, love. He does not realize what's even happening, it's not his fault. Nor is it fair you had to hear that, and I am so sorry you did. If I would've left you alone, respected your wishes to keep your distance - "

"it matters not," he assured, "it happened and we endured together."

"We did," you agreed softly, smiling sadly.

That night, you laid in one another's arms; facing one another in the nude as fingertips traced muted patterns over each other's skin. It was quiet, and for a moment, you forgot the turmoil your family endured as your mind replayed the significant events over the past year; the three times Viserys didn't know you, and the one time he did. Your heart didn't want to accept it, but you would come to agree that keeping distance was best for everyone invovled.

The next and final time Viserys was lucid was when your mother, his beloved daughter, Rhaenyra, returned from Dragonstone with the intent of defending her youngest son's birthright to Driftmark. And in the end, you were grateful for these moments; whether he knew you or not, you would cherish any time spent with your grandfather because before you would know it, there'd no longer be opportunity for time together again.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY!!!! 🎉🥳🎂🎁🎈YAYAYAYYAYAYA!! I HOPE U HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER ✨💕💋💍 AND GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT, YOU DESERVE IT 🥰😘😍❤️

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HERE IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOU…

title: eunoia’s birthday

pairing: grayson hawthorne x eunoia

Grayson couldn’t help but stare. She was perfection. Her red hair splayed across the pillow, tumbling gently over their Egyptian cotton sheets. Eyes closed, long lashes delicately brushing her under eye in her sleep. He grinned to himself admiring the splash of freckles across her nose, counting each and every one and memorising them. He took his hand to gently draw soothing spirals across her arms, creating an invisible tattoo that no one would ever know about. Eunoia smiled in her sleep, subconsciously rolling closer to Grayson. He traced the features of her face with his pinky finger, making sure his touch was lighter than a feather so she wouldn’t wake just yet.

He’d been up most of the night to the early hours of the morning preparing for her birthday. Nash, Jameson and Xander had been contacted at 3am with a 911 from him because he was worried the decoration didn’t look good enough. Needless to say, all three brothers were extremely annoyed but added a few touches of their own to satisfy Grayson’s overthinking. When he was finally done and came to bed he couldn’t sleep. He could only think about her. Eunoia. The love and light of his life. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky with her. Nine days prior, when it has been his birthday she’d planned a beautiful day for them full of his favourite things that ended with a massive party with all the people that mattered to him the most. He smiled so much that day his jaw hurt the next day. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like that.

He leant down and rested his head beside her, pressing his cheek on hers. He wished he didn’t have to wake her, she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He could stare at her all day and never get bored. She had a face like an angel, soft and captivating. Unfortunately Grayson knew he had an angenda to stick to. A birthday agenda, he hoped she’d love. Softly he kissed the tip of her nose, whispering, “happy birthday sweetheart.”

Eunoia stirred from her sleep, unimpressed, “What? Let me sleep,” she mumbled rolling over.

He chuckled softly, “Eunoia…”

“What? I’m trying to sleep here,” she grumbled, “go away.”

She reached her arm out and flapped it around lazily in an attempt to ward him off. It didn’t work, it only made him laugh.

“It’s your birthday,” he said, in an almost sing-song voice.

She shot up straight, suddenly awakened with her eyes wide open and beamed up at him, “it’s my birthday!”

“Mhmm,” he nodded in agreement. The way her eyes lit up made his heart squeeze.

“Oh my gosh it’s my birthday!” She shouted excitedly

She flung herself onto him enveloping him in what seemed like the world’s biggest hug. Eunoia closed her eyes and inhaled his comforting scent, grateful to wake up with such a man by her side. She considered that the greatest gift of them all, no matter what happened today.

“Woah, what’s this for?” Grayson asked, a hint of a chuckle in his tone.

“Birthday hug,” she explained happily, as they pulled away.

“Aren’t I meant to be the one that gives that to you?” He replied, a Hawthorne eyebrow raised in question.

“Maybe,” she shrugged, before lowering her voice a little, “but you can make it up to me with a birthday kiss.”

His face broke out into her contagious smile, “I love you.”

“I know,” she said, titling her head to the side sweetly.

“Happy birthday baby,” he grinned, pressing a light thumb on her chin and guiding her face closer to his. He leant down, closed his eyes and planed a soft kiss on her lips.

They both broke away at the same time, faces a little flushed, heartbeats a little faster.

“You can do that again, if you like,” Eunoia told him quietly, tracing his jawline with her fingertip.

“Tempting offer,” he murmurs, his nose touching hers, “too tempting to decline.”

He kissed her again, gently. She melted into his lips.

“I love you,” she smiled.

“I know,” he grinned, mirroring her earlier comment.

“Are you quoting me, Hawthorne?” She asked, failing to keep the giggle from escaping.

“Maybe,” he shrugged in reply before taking her hand in his, “come with me.”

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“You’ll see,” he winks, tugging at her hand.

“Hang on! I need my glasses,” she cries, grabbing them from the nightstand and positioning them of her face.

Once he was sure they were secure enough on her face, he pulled her forwards towards the door. Eunoia almost fell face first into the mattress but managed to regain her balance, still holding onto Grayson. She stumbled out of bed, wearing a pair of shorts and Grayson’s shirt from the night before. It’s oversized on her, hung down effortlessly, reaching her mid-thigh.

“You okay?” he made sure quickly.

“Just about,” she winked.

Her hair was messed up and her glasses a little wonky, her sapphire eye sparkling beneath them. She was a goddess in Grayson’s eyes, he’d been blessed. She radiated sunshine. The smile of her face read bubbly like one of those books she ordered curling up in a corner with to read. So he grinned even harder as he starts to giddily run down the stairs holding her hand.

“Gray what’s gotten into you, you never get this excited?” she laughed, almost slipping down the staircase, remembering why Grayson is usually constantly telling her not to run down the stairs.

“I do!” he exclaims, offence rippling through his features.

Eunoia shoots him a look.

“I’m excited for you,” he reasoned, as they reached the bottom.

“I’m sceptical,” she replied, pursing her lips slightly.

“Seriously? I can’t just be really exited for my girlfriend on her birthday,”

“I know you Grayson Hawthorne and you don’t get this excited this easily,” she replied, jabbing a playful finger at his chest, “but I’m determined to find out what’s gotten you all jovial today.”

“You’re cute,” he smiled at her, with lovesick puppy eyes.

Eunoia narrowed her eyes at him, putting her hands on her hips, “what are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” he laughed. He couldn’t help it, he loved it when she looked mad or over serious. The way her eyebrows angled inwards and eyes flashed with rage was adorable, not that he’d ever tell her that.

“I’m going to work it out!” she announced, looking him up and down as if there would be some sort of clue on his person.

“Just go into the kitchen okay?” Grayson said, spinning her around and nudging her gently towards the kitchen door.

“Okay,” she giggled, stumbling in after ungracefully hitting her elbow on the door.

Her jaw immediately dropped at the sight. The whole room had been decorated gorgeously. There were personalised banners stuck to the walls and bunches of balloons dotted around the room. Two vases sat comfortably on either end of the table housing fresh baby pink tulips, some budding and some not quite there yet. Matching the theme was a long sage green tablecloth across their table, dotted with pale pink plates and napkins. Fairy lights had been hug from just about every surface. They twinkled brightly making the experience all the more magical. Around the room were strings of paper hearts. As she took a step closer, Eunoia realised each of them had something written on them. In Grayson’s handwriting.

She walked slowly across the first row, reading each and every message. Your smile lights up my day. My heart, my world, my everything. I love you more than you could ever know. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. You’re so beautiful even the gods are envious. I love every single part of you. We were written in the stars. It must’ve taken hours to make. He’d put in so much time and effort. All for her. Grayson watched her face, admiring the way her features softened, then lit up and softened again.

She turned to him, eyes overflowing with gratitude, “you did all of this? For me?”

“Of course,” he said, as if this weee the bare minimum she deserved.

“Gray,” she murmured, his name almost getting caught in her throat.

“Do you like it?” he asked her.

“Like it? That’s an understatement, I love it,” she said, mesmerised in wonder, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles, planting a kiss on her forehead.

A wave of emotion rolled over Eunoia and she felt tears begin to well up all of a sudden, “I’m not crying,” she said quickly, hoping that might prevent the tears from actually falling.

“Of course not sweetheart,” Grayson said, looking down into her glossy blue eyes.

“There are no tears coming from my eyes right now,” she insisted as they rolled down her cheeks.

“None at all,” Grayson agreed, handing her a tissue, “I should know, I’m a witness.”

“Thank you,” she snivelled, blowing her nose, “oh look there’s even glitter.”

Grayson let out a small chuckle, “I can’t credit, that was Xander’s idea,”

“Of course,” she giggled, as he brushes her happy tears away delicately with his thumb.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling her into his chest.

She gladly fell into him, dissolving comfortably into his arms. She pressed her cheek against his solid chest and breathed out softly. His arms were her safe place, whenever the world got a bit too much, she just crawl into his open arms and immediately feel soothed.

“I didn’t want you to cry on your birthday,” Grayson murmured into her hair, inhaling the smell of her shampoo that he loved.

“I thought we agreed just now that I wasn’t crying,” she reminded him, the sound muffled slightly.

“Sorry,” he said, correcting the sentence, “I didn’t want you to not cry on your birthday.”

“Happy tears, happy tears, I promise,” she sniffed, popping out of his chest to rest her chin on his shoulder.

“Okay I’ll take it then,” he replied, rubbing circles on her back rhythmically.

Suddenly a small gasp escaped from Eunoia’s lips.

“What?” he asked quickly, pulling away to make sure she was okay.

“There’s a cake!” she exclaimed, wide eyed and excited.

Grayson sighed in relief, “of course there’s a cake,”

She broke away from his hold and looked at the cake, it’s a white iced cake reading Eunoia in calligraphy on the top. It looked stunning, like a piece of pure art work.

“Did you bake this?” she asked.

He nodded, “and decorated it.”

She had to stop her jaw from dropping, “have you been taking midnight baking classes?”

“You sleep like the dead,” he explained, confirming her suspicions.

“You’re kidding,” she said, in pure shock. How had she not heard the infamously loud stand-mixer?

“I had this stand mixer on for a full three hours once,” Grayson told her, patting the electrical appliance, “and you were cold out.”

“You actually practiced for this,” she asked, her heart so full it could burst. She hadn’t had the heart to tell him but he had looked so exhausted these past couple of weeks, now it all made sense why.

“I wanted it to be perfect,” he shrugged, “perfect cake for my perfect girl.”

Eunoia felt her face flush as blood rushed into her cheeks. This man still managed to make her blush despite the fact they’d been together for nearly three years now.

“Gray, this is incredible, thank you so much,” she grinned like an idiot, kissing him lovingly.

He beamed, tucking a stand of loose hair behind her ear, “do you want some cake?”

“How can I say no to cake for breakfast?” she asked, “it would just be rude!”

“Precisely,” he nodded in agreement, swiftly grabbing a knife from the kitchen drawer.

He made a clean cut down the cake and put a piece onto one of the pink plate situated on the table. Eunoia’s eyes widened to the size of saucepans when she realised the flavour.

“IT’S RED VELVET!” she screamed, excitement taking over. She hadn’t meant to be so loud.

“Yes,” Grayson smiled, her energy infectious.

“How did you know?” she asked, as he handed her the plate.

“Because everytime we go anywhere ever you get something that has relation to red velvet,” he deadpanned in reply.

“When?” she questioned, eyebrows pinching together in confusion, unable to recall a time she’d ever gotten anything ed velvet with Grayson.

“We went to that donut place and you got a red velvet flavoured donut,” he said.

“Oh yeah I remember that!” she replied, recalling how tasty it was.

“Or the time we went to that desert pizza place and your got a red velvet inspired pizza,” he said, wrinkling his nose.

“Not as good as it sounded,” she sighed, shaking her head, “major disappoint.”

“That Italian gelato shop we went to on a date,” he recalled, “you know the one with the crazy flavours, and you ordered red velvet ice-cream there.”

“Ooo we have to go back there one day,” she said, “that was yum.”

“Red velvet cheesecake, red velvet cookie, red velvet waffle were also tried on three different occasions at dreams bakery down the road,” he sighed, now counting the times with his fingers.

“I get your point,” Eunoia responded with a flat face.

“I can go on,” he teased.

“Not necessary,” she replied, “I can’t believe you take that much notice of my orders.”

“Well when you’re worried the love of your life is going to end up hospitalised from red velvet consumption you note what she eats,” he told her.

“But you hate red velvet,” she said randomly.

“With a passion,” he nodded.

“Ew weirdo,” she joked, “but seriously, then why did you make it? If you hate it so much.”

“Because you love it and I love you,” he said sweetly, pressing a short kiss on her nose.

“Will you try a piece? For me on my birthday?” she asked him, doe-eyed and batting her eyelashes slightly.

“The guilt tripping is insane Eunoia,” he grumbled bluntly, shooting her an evil look.

“You can’t judge it without trying it,” she sang, waving her piece at him.

“Fine. For you, on your birthday, that’s it,” he rolled his eyes, cutting a second slice for himself now.

She clapped her hands together in joy and then took a bite of her cake. Grayson watched her intently, trying to read her expression, hoping he’d gotten the recipe right, hoping she’d like it.

“Oh my gosh,” she say, closing her eyes, “I’m in heaven, literal heaven.”

It was the most perfect red velvet cake she’d ever eaten, light and airy with the right amount of icing, the tiniest slither because she hated the taste of it. Grayson had obviously taken note of that, making her smile.

“You should bake more often,” she said, taking another bite.

Grayson took a small breath of relief and smiled, his cheeks heating up ever so slightly. Eunoia noticed but didn’t mention it.

“Maybe I should,” he shrugged.

“Now it’s your turn to try,” she said, her face bright and impossible to say no to.

“I’m not happy about this,” he muttered.

“Just shut up and shove the cake in your mouth Gray,” she rolled her eyes.

“Okay but-“

Too late. Eunoia was too impatient, so speared some cake on her fork and put it into his mouth. He gave her an annoyed glare and he chewed thoughtfully and swallowed.

“So?”

“You could’ve choked me just then,” Grayson said darkly.

“And you’re still here, oh what a shame,” she teased him, ruffling his hair.

“You’re not funny,” he stated, suppressing his arising smile.

“The corner of your mouth that’s twitching is telling me otherwise,” Eunoia grinned triumphantly.

“The coroner of my mouth is not-“

“You’re changing the subject, what did you think?” she pressed on.

“It wasn’t good,” Grayson told her flatly, but something flickering in the deep gray of his eyes, a silver sparkle that told her the truth,

“You like it,” she said, mouth wide open in shock.

“No I don’t,” he protested, the defensive arc in his tone too prominent to not be hiding something,

“You so do!” she giggled, eating another bite of cake.

“No I don’t,” he shook his head, like a stubborn child.

“It’s your new guilty pleasure,” Eunoia decided, “I can see it in your eyes.”

“No you can’t,” he said quickly, curtly,

“Defensive much?” she quipped, smirking a little.

“You’re annoying “ he replied. She knew that basically meant she was right, he had nothing else left to say.

“And you like red velvet which means it is a good cake flavour,” she smiled, remembering back to a time where Grayson would diss it.

“I don’t like you,” he grumbled with a glare.

“Heyyyy,” she said in an accusing tone, “you can’t say that to me on my birthday!”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I love you.”

“If you loved me you would admit you like red velvet,” she grinned at him playfully.

“That is gaslighting,” Grayson said, distastefully. She surprised a laugh.

“So you don’t love me?” she gasped, putting a hand to her heart and melodramatically throwing her head back.

He sighed, “I think it red velvet is…” there is a long, bring pause, “… okay.”

“I’ll take it,” Eunoia replied with a nod of he head.

“Good,” he said, “do you want your present?”

“You mean that wasn’t it?” she asked gesturing to the cake.

He cracked a mousy smile before reaching over for a small, neatly wrapped box. Actually neat was an understatement. The paper was a sage green and the bow tied perfectly around it a light shade of pink. It was very pretty.

“Open it,” he urged, with a nod.

“I don’t want to,” she pouted, holding it as if it were the most fragile thing on his earth.

“Why?” he furrowed his brows.

“The wrapping is too pretty,” she explained, admitting it.

“I’ll wrap up an empty box so you can stare at my wrapping,” Grayson promised, “just open the present.”

“You’re eager,” she said, eyebrows raised.

“I want to see your face,” he explained.

“If it’s a pair of socks my face might disappoint you,” she pre-warned him.

“Good thing it’s not a pair of socks, though I did debate that,” Grayson said.

“Oh yeah?”

“They’re were some amazing unicorn ones that I thought would really suit you,” he teased.

“Save them for our anniversary,” she winked.

“Got it,” he grinned, “now open it!”

She laughed at his excitement and very slowly undid the bow so it wouldn’t ruin too badly. She then attempted to peel back the paper but it wouldn’t budge.

“How much tape did you put on this thing?” she groaned, frustratedly trying to undo a corner.

“You’re meant to rip it open,” he rolled his eyes.

“But the pretty wrapping paper,” she whispered.

“I have a whole roll under a floorboard upstairs, “ he sighed, “I’ll give it you.”

“Okay,” she grinned., before tearing open the paper, like a ravenous predator to its prey.

Underneath it revealed a decorated cardboard box. It was clear that Grayson had painted the extra detail, she knew that art style anywhere. Painted on in various shades of pale pink, white and flecks of red were blossoms from a cherry tree. Throw sands and thousands of petals had been painted on. She couldn’t imagine how long this would’ve taken him.

All of the blossoms seemed to swirl to one place. Eunoia flipped the box over and found that all the cherry blossoms were swirling towards a Polaroid picture of the two of them at Nash and Libby’s wedding, dancing together. Grayson was laughing at something Eunoia had said, his head thrown back and a real smile on his face. With his dimples. She’d once told him that was one of her favourite pictures of them together.

“This is so beautiful,” she smiled, tracing light fingers over his work.

“Open it,” he told her.

“What?”

“Trust me,“ he said, “open it.”

Slowly she opened it and the contents was revealed. Inside lay two deep purple pieces of card.

“You’re joking, oh gosh, is this even real?” Eunoia gasped

Engraved in each of them was Conan Gray in golden calligraphy. Upon closer inspection in the corner it read, concert 9:00pm.

“Look closer,” Grayson prompted, his eyes flicking to the top left hand corner of each ticket.

Laced in gold were three bold letters VIP. Eunoia nearly fainted.

“You’ll get to go backstage, meet him and talk to him, ask whatever you want, get a photo, and autograph, that sort of thing,” he explained.

“Gray,” she gasps, tears welling up in her eyes, “are you serious?”

“As serious as it gets,” he grinned.

She launched herself into his arm and squeezed him so tightly Grayson wondered if he might spontaneously combust. Not that he’d care, being in Eunoia’s arms spontaneously combusted or not was his equivalent to heaven.

She cups his face in her hands and gently brings it towards her, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. He could feel her burning gratitude.

“Happy birthday Eunoia,” he whispered, gazing at her. This is it. This is his world. He stared at her, momentarily mesmerised by her alluring ocean blue eyes. He feels like he’s drowning but for some reason it feels pleasant.

“Thank you so much Gray,” she murmured, her heart swollen full of love.

AYAYAYYAYA THANK YOUUUU FOR BEING MY LOVELY KIND GORGEOUS MOOT 💕💕 YOU’RE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST!!

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! HAVE THE BEST DAYYYYYY MY LOVE 😘😘

p.s I know you’re going to see Conan Gray in 46 days (I think) anyways but we can pretend Gray gave you the tickets 🤭🤭

[evan4ever]

hiii! can i request a long cuddling session with kit walker x reader where hes really affectionate? you’re writing never fails to impress me <33

Long Day

Warnings: mentions of (child)death at readers job, but mostly fluff

a/n: thank you for the request 🤍

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It had been a long day. As a nurse, you were on your feet more often then not and a 12 hour shift turned into a 16 hour shift when there was a no call no show and your facility had patients who needed to be taken care of. You often stayed after anyways, so it was no big deal, but goodness you were tired today.

You arrived home late. 9 pm. When you entered you front door, the living room was dark, only lit by a lamp in the corner — Kit always left it on for you. You made your way to the kitchen and saw the dirtied dishes that had been hand washed and were in the rack drying. You frowned slightly realizing Kit had also cooked supper for the two of you since you were supposed to be home at 5. He cooked, ate, and cleaned all by himself. You wondered how you found such a wonderful man.

You opened the fridge and looked around for something to eat since you hadn’t ate since breakfast, deciding on just an apple. You leaned against the counter as you bit into it, you mind wandering as you continued eating away at it.

You had two codes today, one whom happened to be a small boy. All patients who code bother you, but the children always tugged your heart harder. It was never something that was supposed to happen. No child should go before their parent. And despite your every and hardest attempt to revive this boy, he was gone. You held him while the doctor went to his parents to bare the worst news of their life, until he brought them back to which you handed him over.

You cried with them. You rubbed his mothers back as she cried over his small body wondering why this had to happen. You wished you could’ve told her, but no one knew the answer.

It was a rough day and you couldn’t get the picture out of your head as it replayed over and over.

“What’s wrong baby?” Your eyes shot open at Kit’s concerned voice, looking up at his as he stood before you with furrowed brows. You hadn’t realized you were crying.

“Oh.” You quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks and set the apple down and you stood up, shaking your head. Kit’s hands had found their way to your waist, holding you gently as you recomposed yourself. “It’s nothing. Just a bad day.” You nodded giving him a reassuring smile though he didn’t buy it.

“Doesn’t look like nothin’?” He tilted his head to the side urging you to talk to him. You gazed at him for a moment before sighing and allowing yourself to rest into his chest, his arms wrapping you up and his fingertips gently tracing over your back while he waited for you to open up to him.

“A young boy passed away today. I wasn’t able to save him.” You sighed deeper, your jaw clenching. “He was only 5.”

You felt Kit’s body tense as his grip around you tightened. He was the same when it came to children. And it always worried him when you had patients pass away on your watch, because he’s seen how hard it affects you. You never let go of those patients. They stay with you.

“Oh darlin’.” He sighed before pressing a kiss against your head. “M’sorry. Y’know it wasn’t your fault, right?”

You pulled yourself back enough to look up at him, giving him a tight lipped smile and a small nod. “Doesn’t make it any easier, though. No child should ever die. It’s not fair.” You whispered the last sentence as your eyes became glossy again, Kit quickly pulling you back to him tightly.

“Maybe you should take some time off. You’ve been workin’ a lot lately. Y’gotta take care of yourself too, suga.” He said softly into your hair. You smiled against him, appreciating how much he cared for you and your own health.

But you guys couldn’t afford for either of you to take off, so it was off the table.

“You know I can’t, babe.” You said quietly into him. You felt him sigh but he didn’t push further.

“Let’s go lay down. You need to get some rest.” He pulled away from you, taking your hands in his as he pulled you with him gently. You smiled up at him while allowing him to guide you to your shared bedroom.

He pulled the comforter down on your side for you, you crawling in as he crawled over you to his side and made his way under the blankets too. He wasted no time in wrapping you back into his arms, pulling you tightly to his chest while you confined yourself into his hold. The room filled with silence as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and listened to his breathing, each breath out relaxing you more. He was so warm and you always felt so safe in his presence.

“Do you think heaven exists?” You finally broke the silence, blinking a few times as you stared at the window behind Kit. You felt his arms pull you closer as he let out another sigh, your eyes finding their way to his now that were fixated on your hands that were between you and him. You gazed at his face wondering what he was thinking now.

“I’m not sure. But I think there’s something after life. And I think it’s a beautiful, pain free place.” he nods, his eyes flickering up to meet yours now. You raised your eyebrows a bit before you nodded in response.

“I hope so. It’s be nice to know for sure, so when these children do pass away, I can reassure myself that they’re going somewhere better than this life.” You looked down as you thought about it more.

Kit continued looking at you, his hand finding it’s way to your hair and brushing through it with his fingers in a form of comfort. His other hand found it’s way under your shirt, tracing more figures over your soft skin.

You guys cuddled often, but he was being extra affectionate tonight, knowing you needed it. It hurt him knowing you were hurting inside.

You felt him take a deep breath, looking back to his face.

“You know what my favorite thing about you is?” He asked, looking back down at you. You raised your eyebrows and shrugged, shaking you head in wonder. A small smile formed on his lips. “Your heart.”

You pressed your lips together and sucked in a deep breath, nuzzling your forehead against his chin which allowed him to place small kisses against your head. Your hands parted so they could wrap around him, his head lifting enough for you to slide your arm under it and into a hug. One of his arms still wrapped under your waist and pulling you into him so your body was plush against his, his other arm wrapped around your neck delicately, his hand against the side of your head holding it against him.

“Everything you feel, you feel so deeply. You care about those around you. You’re kind.. you’re loving.” You listened to his every word, your eyes closing in the process. “You have a heart of gold in a world of stone. I admire it. M’so happy that I get to call you mine.” You tightened your arms around him, his hand running gently down your face and to your shoulder. “I’ve never loved anything or anyone more than I do you.”

Your eyes squeezed closed tighter, trying not to well up again at his words. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear them.

You were practically on top of him at this point, holding him to you still. One of his hands now rested on your back as his other played with your hair again, brushing through it gently. Every once in awhile he’d place another small kiss on your head, your cheek, your ear. Wherever he could. He just showered you in them while allowing you to hug all of your sorrows away through him.

“I love you so much” you mumbled into his neck where your face was snuggled into.

You finally felt the weight lift off of your shoulders, able to completely relax yourself into him and let your worries wash away.

“I love you baby.”

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[the-oracle-at-delphinitely-not]

Panakes Kisses

(Find me on AO3 @ Cabin_10_Camper!)

Sophie and Keefe were hanging out under the Panakes tree, Keefe being absolutely goofy, as per usual. 

“Maybe I should start calling you Shorty instead of Foster,” Keefe snickered. “You barely even reach my chin!”

Sophie rolled her eyes, smiling. “I’m not that short.”

“If you’re not that short, then why do I have to bend down to kiss you?” Keefe said smugly, running a hand through his already tousled hair. 

Sophie huffed. Keefe had a point- he did have to bend down to kiss her. 

“It’s ok, Foster, I think it’s adorable.” Keefe kissed the top of her head. “Little teeny-tiny Foster.”

“Hey!” Sophie poked him in the side. Big mistake- Keefe was a menace when it came to tickle fights. Within minutes, he had her pinned against the tree, arms against her side, smirking down at her. Then, he bent down and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Ok, fine, you win.” Sophie relented. “But can I get an actual kiss now?” 

“Only if you can reach.” Keefe winked at her. What a dumbass. Sophie tried to push off the tree and give herself some height to kiss Keefe on the lips. Key word: tried. She was still a few inches short, and ended up kissing Keefe’s neck instead, right below his jaw. 

Keefe suddenly released her arms, turning away.

“Sorry,” Sophie mumbled. “You know I’m clumsy.”

“It’s fine.” Keefe squeaked. Why did his voice sound like that? What was wrong?

Sophie walked around to where Keefe was facing, concerned about him. 

“Keefe? What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

“Noth-nothing,” Keefe stammered, avoiding her gaze. 

Suddenly, Sophie realized that Keefe was blushing bright red. Why was he blushing? A theory popped into her head: maybe Keefe really enjoys neck kisses… 

Well, only one way to find out. Sophie thought gleefully.

“Well, if you’re sure you’re ok, I want to try to kiss you again.” she said slyly, stepping closer to Keefe.

“What is going on in that head of yours, Foster? You’re planning something and I know it.” Keefe eyed Sophie suspiciously. “I don’t trust this…”

“Oh stop being a baby,” Sophie rolled her eyes. “After all, I’m just a teeny-tiny Foster, right?”

She stood on her tiptoes, acting as if she was going to try to kiss him on the lips. She stopped abruptly, looking towards the dinosaur pastures. 

“Keefe, is that Silveny over there?” she asked. Keefe looked over to where she was pointing, oblivious to her sneaky little trap. While Keefe was distracted, Sophie mustered up her courage and pressed a gentle kiss onto Keefe’s neck, right where she had accidentally kissed before. Keefe let out a small gasp.

“Foster-” he began, looking redder than Dex’s hair.

“I knew it!” Sophie shouted triumphantly. “I found your weakness!”

“What? No, you just… surprised me is all.” Keefe weakly tried to explain. “I, uh, uhm…”

“Liar.” Sophie smirked at him. “Now I have something to make fun of you for.”

Keefe made a melodramatic ‘offended’ face. 

“Foster, when have I ever made fun of you?” he asked indignantly. Sophie raised an eyebrow in response. “Ok, ok, I get it, I do that a lot.”

He gently traced circles on her back with his fingertips. 

“But don’t knock it till you try it, m’kay Foster?” Keefe whispered in Sophie’s ear. She shivered. There was a moment where nothing happened, and then… Then, she felt Keefe’s lips on her neck, sending a shiver of electricity down her spine. She let out the same small gasp that Keefe had made earlier. Sophie could feel her heartbeat all the way down in her toes.

Keefe pulled away, flushed and proud. Sophie was sure her face was beet red. 

“Not so cocky now, eh Foster?” Keefe teased. Sophie had no response.

Now she fully understood Keefe’s reaction to the heaven of neck kisses

[ggidolsmuts]

Hype Boy, Hype Girl - Kep1er Yujin

"Hey oppa!" You look up to have your jaw drop down.

"Yujin?" She looked stunning, dressed in a tight-fitting white shirt with the top button loosened, similar to the tie around her neck. She completes the look with a dark green plaid skirt and long white socks, making her legs seem even longer than usual.

"Did you enjoy my performance?" You watched her dance on stage, but nothing beats Yujin sauntering into your apartment and sitting in your lap.

"Y-yeah, mm!" Your eyes fly open in surprise before fluttering shut when she captures your lips, kissing you hungrily. She breaks the kiss, cheeks pink.

"I danced it for you, you're my hype boy, you know that?" Yujin is passionate, a hand on your chin as she brings you in for another kiss. Gentle is your caress across her chin, and you can feel her warm breath over your fingertips as you brush her lips, smearing her lipstick slightly. But she didn't mind it at all when you pulled her closer to you.

"Sure, I'll be your hype boy." Inevitably your hands roam her body, making her coo and gasp as you "hype" Yujin up, herself starting to play with your t-shirt. As your hands go to her tie, you can't help but notice its familiarity.

"Is this my tie?"

"Yeah, I wanted you to be on stage with me, so I borrowed it."

"Borrowed, or took?" you remark, pushing past Yujin's offense to kiss the open collar of her shirt. Her throat vibrates with a moan as you lay open kisses on her chest, and her tummy twitches as you start lifting the shirt from below.

"B-Borrowed?" You look up to see Yujin pouting cutely, even as she subtly grinds herself in your lap. Her fingers trace the back of your neck, making you hiss in pleasure—she knows what you like. You loosen the tie, holding it in your hands.

"Oh, yeah, I definitely remember letting you borrow it."

"Right? See, I borrowed it." Through her long black hair you can still see her gleaming cheeky smile, and you brush it back with a careless hand. She really is pretty, and the smile disappears into a needy look and a whine when you pull her in for another kiss. Your hand dances under her tight shirt, gently rubbing broad circles on her back as you hugged her, and Yujin melts in your lap—you also know what she likes. 

With a wordless look your hands go down instead of up, squeezing her thighs as you sneak up her skirt. Yujin is similarly working on your shorts, pulling them down far enough for what the two of you needed. You travel further up her legs, quickly pulling off what you find there too—Yujin squirms in your lap, managing to slide it off one long leg, then the other, before kicking it away.

"Ahh, you're driving me crazy," she whimpers. The two of you go hi-i-i-i-igh as Yujin sinks herself down on you. She's extra sensitive, her expressions super-animated—her small yelps and squeals fill the room as she drives herself down on you to higher pleasures. You're just a passenger on her ride, and you bury your face wherever you can to muffle your moans—in her neck, into her chest, and finally against her lips.

"Oppa— Mmmph!" Yujin almost bangs her teeth against yours as oxytocin takes the two of you to a sky-high chemical high. Your seed rushes into her uncontrollably—maybe this would be the one. It feels like a dream to have Yujin in your arms, one you would forget if you open your eyes. But no, your eyes are open, and she's looking right back at you.

"I love you." "I love you." The words leave your lips simultaneously, and breathless laughter fills the room at the impromptu mimicry. She half yelps and half laughs when you stand up, leaving her clinging around your neck as you take her to the bedroom.

"Oppa?" Yujin feels you against her and blushes, and she watches you shed your clothes before letting you take off her own. As your bodies tangle together, her fingers intertwine with yours, holding you close as you moan into her neck.

"You're my hype girl too."

A/N: Hype Boy Yujin lives rent-free in my head, so have something short and sweet. Threw in a lot of Hype Boy lyrics into this lol. Thanks for reading!

[delphi-dreamin]

The Power of a Touch

The Avatar of Lust takes it upon himself to teach his human master about the connection they share through their pact.

Word Count: 1186

Pairing: Asmodeus x Delphi

Warnings: fem!OC, magic use, pet names used (kitten, darling)

Part 1: Mammon

Asmodeus

Number of pacts: 4

Asmo has her in the bath before she realizes exactly what he has planned. Rose-scented clouds of steam and warm velvety water surround her like a hug as she sinks in to her chin, sighing as the tension and apprehension she’d been carrying fall away into the depths of the tub. She lets her eyes slip closed, just relaxing into the humid heat.

The Avatar of Lust has other plans, though.

He takes her wrist and pulls her gently to him, settling her onto his lap facing away from him and guiding her head back onto his shoulder. He traces the line of her jaw with a single slim finger, down her neck and over her collarbone, smiling as she shivers. He takes it as permission to continue his ministrations, his lithe hands slipping below the water’s surface to massage her breasts.

“Asmo,” she groans, arching into him, “what are you doing?”

“Just getting you comfortable, kitten,” he croons. He places a soft kiss on her shoulder, giggling at the way she relaxes into him, going almost boneless already. His hands wander down her sides to her legs, spreading them so that they rest on either side of his own. Satisfied with her position, he squeezes her thighs lightly.

“Now, I want you to touch my pact mark,” Asmo whispers in her ear. “Just like you did with Mammon’s earlier, okay?”

She nods and lets her right hand wander to her inner thigh, tracing the lines of the delicately glowing pink mark there. She doesn't need to see it, she realizes as Asmo places sweet kisses beneath her ear and down her neck. She can feel exactly where it is by its warm, gentle thrum.

It feels different from Mammon's pact. His felt tingly, almost like an itch in her fingertips. Asmo's is a warm pulse that spreads with every feather light stroke along its graceful curves. She follows its spiral around and down to its point, then back up to the second spiral. She finds a rhythm easily, her eyes fluttering shut as its gentle pulsing grows into a steady throb that seats itself in her core. Beneath her, the Avatar of Lust’s moans are high and whiny, his own eyes shut and head fallen back against the edge of the tub.

“Asmo?” Delphi whispers, turning her head to look over at demon reduced to putty beneath her. His cheeks are rosy with blush and his breath is heavy as he looks back at her through his lashes. She turns in his lap to face him and asks, “What just happened?”

“You know that we can feel when you’re indulging in our sin, right kitten?” Asmo breathes. At her nod, he continues, “Well, we can feel when you or even another demon touches our pact mark, too. That’s why I don’t touch my brothers’ marks on you.”

“What does it feel like?” Delphi asks. She already has some inkling about what her touch feels like based on his moans and his hard shaft resting between her legs. But what about another demon?

“When it’s you, it feels like your hands roaming my body,” Asmo sighs, taking her wrist and moving her hand back to his mark on her inner thigh. “The longer you touch the mark, the more solid they feel. It’s all very, oh, sensual.”

“But if it’s another demon?” Delphi breathes, relishing the way the avatar’s hands caress her skin beneath the water’s surface, how cool his touch feels compared to the heat of the water.

“Another demon touching our mark isn’t pleasant,” he explains, eyeing his older brothers’ marks on her neck and chest. “It depends on the demon, of course. But it can feel like a shock, or like ice being poured on you. I’ve even heard of it burning.”

“That really doesn’t sounds pleasant,” Delphi muses, her fingers trailing over his mark once more. She grins at his sharp intake of breath and the low groan that follows it.

“Oh, darling,” Asmo moans as she drags her fingers along the pulsing mark, his hips bucking involuntarily while she watches with wide, fascinated eyes. His hands rest on her hips as she continues to caress his mark on her thigh with one hand, her other drifting to his chest and sliding up to his soft shoulder.

He shivers under her touch, his delicate ivory skin flushing pink under her fingers, both physical and magical. Delphi finds herself cupping his cheek in her hand and leaning forward to press a kiss to his glossy lips. He parts them for her easily, allowing her to slip her tongue inside as he uses his grip on her hips to shift her so that she’s on her knees, hovering over his cock. He guides her down gently, his groan matching hers as she takes him to the hilt.

“Fuck, Asmo,” she breathes against his lips, resting her forehead against his. She rocks her hips gently, the sensation of being so full nearly enough to make her drool.

The Avatar of Lust smiles hazily, the apples of his cheeks rosy. He nudges her face to the side, nibbling her earlobe before he whispers, “There's one more thing your pact marks can do.”

“Oh?” Delphi breathes, leaning her head further to the side to accommodate him. He trails kisses down her neck, stopping just above the junction of her shoulder to nip and suck a beautiful purple mark there, delighting in her moans of pleasure.

Asmo knows exactly which buttons of hers to push to have her coming undone in his hands, and she’s already nearing the edge by the time he gently moves her hand from his pact mark and replaces it with his own. The warm shockwave that reverberates through her entire body makes her head fall back and forces a cry from her. She bucks her hips involuntarily, high-pitched whimpers falling from her lips like rain.

“Asmo,” she gasps as he continues to stroke the mark on her leg, the tension in her core coiling tighter and tighter until she feels she could burst.

“Keep going, kitten,” Asmo murmurs into her ear, guiding her to keep moving, to keep bouncing on his cock despite her legs shaking so badly she can barely support herself on them. He presses into her pact mark harder, flooding it with his magic. “I can feel how close you are. Show me how beautiful you are when you come, darling.”

With those words and one final bounce, Asmo sheathing himself fully inside her, Delphi feels the coil within her snap. She clings to him as her orgasm washes over her, whiting out her vision and making her head spin. Distantly, as she rides out her high, she feels Asmo let go as well, painting her walls with white.

Both out of breath, they giggle to each other, Asmo pushing a strand of pink hair from Delphi’s face as she rests her forehead against his. Still giggling, Delphi sighs, “I love you, Asmo.”

“I love you, too, darling,” the Avatar replies, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

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[blissfulalchemist]

Hi! Hello, I have come from the depths to give this spicy little number for my ffxvi oc Alma and Joshua. Hope you all enjoy. no warnings. all pretty standard and nothing crazy but nsfw for sure word count: 5k credit to ziorre for the art

“Alma!” Joshua calls out over the waves, earning him her smile that he can’t help but return, “I had hoped I would find you here.”

“Is everything alright?” She asks, grabbing onto his outstretched hand.

“Yes,” his fingers intertwine with hers before placing a gentle kiss on the top of her hand, making her start to blush. “I was preparing to rest for the evening when I realized I would prefer your assistance with the salve application.”

Her brow furrows with a small laugh, “But it's not-.” 

Alma’s mouth turns dry when he places her hand against his chest, fingertips brushing along his pulse point to feel his racing heart. Her eyes grow wide as his darken and look her up and down, lingering ever so subtly on his favorite parts of her. “I fear we may not have done enough last time, my dear Alma.”

“O-of course,” she whispers, walking with him below deck, their hands never parting. Her eyes are so focused on him and the feel of her racing heart that she bumps into Jill making her way up. “Oh, excuse me,” she mumbles, giggling to quickly follow Joshua to their room, leaving the older woman to shake her head with a chuckle as she continues on. His lips find hers the moment they’ve both crossed the threshold, Alma kicking the door closed. Hands race to loosen and pull clothing off as their lips only separate seconds between shirt removals. She moans as he pushes her against the wall and can feel his hardened length on her abdomen, his lips trailing down her neck. “Know that I am not complaining,” she moans as her grip around him tightens when he nips just below her jaw, “I’m just curious, what’s gotten into you? I don’t think I can remember the last time you were like this.”

The last of her shirts is removed and he takes a half step back, drinking her in, hand slowly running along the curve of her waist and caressing the golden tan skin of her breast, making her lips part and breathing heavier. “I simply missed you. It feels as if there’s been no time for just the two of us.” Her hands trace the edges of the wound on his chest as one slides up his neck to cup his face, his blue eyes piercing as he leans into her touch. Her other hand continues to trace as eyes focus on his toned form rather than his lack of reaction to her touches on his chest. Her eyes find their way to his desire that begs to be free, and grows harder as her hand slips into his pants and strokes him. He lets out a shaky and breathy moan before he gently guides her to look up at him. Once she’s locked into his gaze, his lips softly kiss the inside of her wrist sending a shudder through her before they once again kiss down her neck, her chest, and breasts while his hands work to remove her pants. Her fingers tangle in his hair, soft moans released as he takes one of her breasts into his mouth, tongue swirling around her hardening nipple. 

He makes it easy for her to step out of her pants without pulling himself from her chest, his hands quickly finding her heat. His fingers run through her folds, smiling when he hears her sharp gasps when they pass over her clit and the deep moans when he dips a finger into her. “We have barely gotten started and already you’re this wet for me, my dear Alma,” he whispers huskily, kissing up to her neck, where teeth join in as he slowly removes his finger from her. Her hips attempt to follow him, Joshua pushing them back down against the wall. “So eager,” he chuckles, “but it’s not quite time yet my love.”

His lips meet hers, deeply, parting them with ease as one hand snakes up to tangle in her hair to a point of releasing it from its loose braid, and the other hiking her leg up to rest on his hip, letting out a soft moan when it pulls him closer to her. Her nails graze down his shoulder and the back of his neck, moans intensifying with the slightest bit of friction against her core. The more he grinds against her the more certain she is that a stain will be left on the only pieces of fabric between them as tongues and hands fight for dominance. 

She soon wins, pushing him towards the bed where his bottoms are quickly removed and a single small push commands him to sit. The two pause and watch the other for a moment, heat growing between them as their breathing deepens. Alma walks towards him slowly taking in the way his lips are parted, darkened eyes watching her every move, the thin sheen of sweat on his lithe, wiry body, his hands reaching out to her, and his cock straining to be inside her. She drops to her knees, massaging his thighs, opening them wide enough to place kisses along the inside of them, avoiding his manhood. Joshua says her name with a breathy moan, fingers combing through her hair until he can feel her tongue lightly run on the underside of his cock, his hand moving to guide her chin up to look him in the eye before finding its place in her hair once again.

She obeys and doesn’t break the intense gaze as her lips wrap around his glistening tip reveling in the sharp inhale from her lover. Enjoys the signs of pleasure being written across his face as she lowers herself, challenging him to break their eye contact as he leans back, free hand gripping the sheets. He lets out a groan when she reaches his base, his hips moving slightly to push deeper, and a small pull of her hair that helps to guide her back up his shaft and down once more. Her tongue swirls around his tip after a few times of traveling his length, giving pause to hear the shaky moan it elicits from him. She inhales deeply before sucking hard and moving down once more quickly to the middle before slowing down until she can feel him at the back of her throat. The sudden change has him throwing his head back with a moan and a call for the Founder, his grip tightening enough to pull her hair making her moan in turn. 

“Do that again,” he says breathily, “Please.”

She makes it to the base of cock again, letting her eyes flutter close now that she’s won as her hand searches between her thighs. A long, deep moan comes forth when she finds and begins to rub circles on her clit, Joshua removing his hand from her hair to better balance as he loses himself in the feelings of pleasure. Each of Alma’s moans makes him pant trying to resist the temptation of losing himself fully in the feel of her mouth around him as she moves up and down. He’s just nearing the point of no return before a small shift of the boat has her coming off with a pop.

The two stare at one another a moment with racing hearts, flushed skin, and heavy breathing before he pulls her up and kisses her hungrily. She follows without question and lets him throw her back onto the bed, arms wrapping around him as he moves on top of her. He teases at her entrance making her whine between their kisses. “Please, Joshua,” she moans, attempting to pull him towards her. 

“I know,” he breathes, “but not yet.” He groans when her hips almost coax him inside of her, “Not yet, my love. First, I must return a favor.”

She groans, “You know I don’t give a fuck about that.”

“So you say,” he kisses along her neck and jaw to whisper in her ear, “but I have yet to hear you complain about it happening.” He playfully bites her ear lobe making his way down her body. Slow and methodical he kisses across her clavicle, down her chest with some time spent following the curvature of her breasts, her breathy moans sharpening when his tongue darts out leaving him to smirk as he continues his journey downward. Her body rolls to meet his lips on her soft stomach and hips, his hands finding their grip on her thighs opening them as if she were a rare tome hiding secrets of the universe. His lips brush against her skin making her shudder and whine when he passes over her sex, hot breath teasing her. He delicately kisses the inside of her thighs, whispering, “So beautiful my love. Everything….so perfect.”

His tongue runs up her folds and he pauses to watch her relax into the act before starting up again. He draws different patterns with his tongue, memorizing which ones give her the most pleasure this day. Soaking up the musical sound of her moans and whines as he enjoys her delicacy. One of her hands finds its way into his blonde hair while the other pulls and kneads at her breasts making her moans grow louder. She curses and bucks her hips when his tongue manages to brush against her most sensitive spot inside her. Legs attempt to close in but Joshua’s grip holds steady keeping them apart making her grip on his hair all the tighter. A scream of his name comes when his tongue flicks against her clit, requests for him to keep going weave through her panting as she feels the pressure begin to build. She pulls his face deeper, forcing his tongue to be the only thing she feels. The pressure soon becomes too much and she lets it free with a yell and low whines as she comes down and his tongue has yet to stop. Her grip on his hair loosens and he’s finally able to finish lapping up her juices.

Alma’s breathing is still heavy when he finally comes up, arms resting on either side of her head looking down at her with a smile. “Are you wanting the whole ship to know what we’re up to?” He chuckles when she shakes her head, “Then you need to be a bit quieter my love. This isn’t some brothel.” Her smile doesn’t dim even as the blissful glaze in her eyes begins to wane and her body prepares for more. 

“Hmmm, making love in a brothel….,” her eyes look him up and down, fingers caressing his throat and making their way behind his neck, “now that sounds fun. We should try it sometime.” She pulls him down to kiss her, letting their tastes mix a moment before he pulls away to quickly wipe the rest off. “And when we do,” she whispers in his ear, “you’ll be my king and I’ll be the whore you just can’t give up.”

He moans at the thought, making his cock twitch, begging to be inside of her, as Alma smiles dangerously, “I’ll hold you to that.” Joshua sits up enough to hold onto her hips and once positioned he runs his cock through her wetness and pushes his tip just against her entrance waiting for her to give him a breathy moan and nod to show she’s ready.

When she does just that he wastes no time and pulls her towards him, slamming his cock into her as she lets out a sharp and loud moan. A groan pushes forth from the back of this throat feeling her tight walls around him. “Always as if we were made for one another,” he whispers, hips moving ever so slowly, “Fuck, you’re so very good for me, Alma. So, so good for me….” Joshua begins to move faster, slamming into her each time eliciting moan after moan. His fingers have left bruises on her hips when he decides to lean down and wrap his arms around her. One hand eventually finds its place in her hair, pulling it to give more exposure of her neck, while the other grasps at her thigh and butt making her hike her leg up on his waist. She crosses her other leg on his waist and lets out an unexpected sharp moan, quickly grabbing onto him, nails digging into his neck and shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, just like that Joshua.” She moans again ending in a whine feeling his lips and teeth along her neck. He moves faster and harder striking her core each time making her gasps and moans grow louder and more labored, her walls beginning to tighten as her pleasure builds. 

The hand gripping her thigh moves to grasp her shoulder to pull her into every thrust. “You’re gripping me so tightly, my love,” he whispers, “Are you trying to prove to me why you’d be the little whore I could never give up? Hmm?”

“I’m hardly trying, my lord.” She feels herself starting to get close, trying to hold back best she can not wanting to give up this feeling so quickly. “I could show you more, but godsdamnit you’re making it hard to want you to stop you for even a moment.”

“Is that why you’re holding back?” Joshua whispers huskily, “Tell me, why are you denying me seeing and hearing the pleasure no one else, but me, can give you?” He thrusts harder giving a slight pull of her hair making Alma gasp. “I want you to cum for me. Won't you do that for me?” 

“An-Anything for you, milord,” she sobs, pushing her body as close to him as she can manage.

“Then cum for me,” he growls, pulling on her hair to look her in the eye, “Cum for your lord. I command it.” She nods, letting herself relax, focusing on the pleasure finding herself nearing the edge. A few more hard thrusts and she lets go with a scream of his name. Eyes blurring and legs starting to shake as she comes down and his thrusts slow. Alma tries to even her breathing as he pushes back her hair sticking to the sheen of sweat on her face, his smile growing before kissing her deeply. “So good for me, my Alma.”

“Your turn,” she whispers, pulling him in for a kiss to flip them over. Her hands run down his chest, leaning into his touch as one hand cups her face while the other rests on the curve of her hip. With his urging she begins to move her hips eliciting a gasp of pleasure as his head falls back, and his back arching. She leans forward to grip the bed frame allowing her to move harder and the freedom of moving her hips in various circles and figure eights, each thrust makes him moan and grip her tight enough to leave scratches along with the bruises on her hip. She looks down at him giving a small sultry laugh, “Now who’s holding back?”

“You’re right,” he breathes, “But is it really such a crime to want to enjoy you for as long as I can?”

Alma kisses him, reaching up to take his hand and lace their fingers together, “I’m not going anywhere. So you can have me for as long as you want.” She picks up the pace and he responds by letting go of her hand to hold onto both of her hips, moving her up and down his cock. He meets her thrusts with his own, their moans harmonizing as her final orgasm of the night begins to build quickly. Joshua grows silent, moving quickly and more precisely knowing exactly what it will take for them to finish at the same time. A few moans escape his lips until he slams into her, releasing inside of her with a moan of Alma’s name. She soon follows, her body draining him. The two look at one another with a smile, catching their breaths long enough for Alma to kiss him, letting herself roll off to lie next to him. 

Hands still wander on each other's skin leaving lines of fire and lips find it almost impossible to separate, much like their tangled legs. Joshua pulls a blanket over them and then grabs onto one of her hands, watching as the first hints of moonlight fall into the room making her brown eyes sparkle. 

“I love you, Joshua.” She says, lacing and unlacing their fingers.

His breath catches at the four word sentence. It’s not the first time she’s said it and it wouldn’t be a first for him to say it back, yet he can’t help but feel that should he say it now that it would be like the first time he uttered those words aloud. But each moment that he lies there with no acknowledgment, her face grows in worry, beginning in her eyes. “Alma, I-.” 

He starts, his heart wanting to speak faster than his brain will allow the thoughts to come. He takes a deep breath letting his eyes focus on the way their hands slip so easily into one another’s. How she always held a smile and laugh for him when the nights were rough. How it felt to wake up to her each morning in the moment of bliss he gets before the pain starts, pain that was once just the weight of his duty before she shouldered some of it. How caring she’s always been of him since they were merely children and just starting to enter into the next phase of their lives, though he knows it was even before his memories of her began as his body never forgot the warmth of her care. How looking at her now he realizes that he can’t ever see a future for himself without her by his side. He has always wanted her and will only ever want her, and he’s fairly certain she could echo the thoughts he’s having.

He pushes her loose hair back with a smile, “Alma, perhaps when this is all over….”

Images of a single future pollute the myriad he found in the moonlight and it's the one where she is left alone….the one future in sharpest focus and the one future the two had come to accept as reality all those years ago when he trapped Ultima within himself to save his brother. There would be a future for her, but ever thinking there was one for himself was a pain worse than the one he endured daily, it was written from the start where his future would lead. So it begged the question: Could he bring himself to lie or give false hope to anything other than the one the two had accepted? Was it an indulgence they were allowed to have at this point?

“Perhaps what, Joshua?”

Those eyes. Those pleading warm brown eyes give him all the answers he needs. Bring him back to five years ago when nights like these were sacred and free of the worries beyond the walls, when they used to dance around such subjects because of their youth. Nights that he at times lived for when all the pressures of the world felt like too much, just when did he stop living for them? 

“We fight for a world where man can choose how he lives his own life. Choose his own fate. Where so long there is a choice there is hope.”

The words of his brother, sentiments he himself has repeated back to him, and ones that make the most sense lying in this bed, with her, in the night, and in a space where there is nothing but choice to be had. Outside these walls he would accept the most likely outcome of this ending in his death, a choice made long ago. The choice that he would die to protect those he loved and cared for if it came to that, yet maybe if he says what he thinks now, he would be granted more of the possibility of some different ending. The ending where he gets to reject the fate that keeps showing up as truth and live fully.

“Joshua?” Alma whispers, bringing the top of his hand to her lips.

Joshua looks down at their hands clasped together seeing now that he has never felt more certain in anything. “Perhaps, my dear Alma, when all this is over we live a life together,” he meets her gaze, heart racing as her eyes grow wide, “I cannot see myself with anyone but you and I would have you until the end of my days, so long as you will have me until the end of yours.”

“A-are you-? Wh-what do you mean?”

“I want to spend my life with you, Alma. I would see us wed, if that is your desire still. Or I will simply stay by your side always if you’ll have me.” Her eyes begin to mist as he cups her face, “I love you, Alma. Will you-?”

“Yes.” She chokes out with a radiant smile, tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

“Yes?”

“Yes!” She nods, laughing lightly at his still surprised face, “Always yes!”

His own smile beams as he pulls her in for a deep kiss that leaves them breathless. “I promise you that I will do it properly again.”

“Since when have we ever been proper?” Alma laughs, “It's not as if anyone would be surprised at this point, love.”

“I am the heir to the ducal throne,” he chuckles, “there is an image I have to uphold.” She gives a playful roll of her eyes, kissing him once again, pressing their bodies together. The two soon fall asleep while musing on life plans that could only exist in this space for this small amount of time. Plans and futures that begin to fade with the muted morning sun, replaced by the more realistic plans for the future, being unable to look too far past the current mission. A morning where Joshua is quickly greeted by the pain he was free from while the two of them were freed of the burdens placed upon their shoulders.

Once Alma has herself readied for the coming day, she makes her way to the door, hesitating to open it with her hand on the handle a frown forming, listening to the slowing of Joshua’s coughing. “You know the moment I open this door, everything from last night will have to be consigned to the same space we’ve been putting the others in for all these years.”

His head hangs a moment, giving a solemn nod, “Yes, for now it will have to be.”

“Then I must know, Joshua,” she looks over at him, “Was what you asked, something to simply indulge in as a fantastical ‘what if’ or is that something we can agree upon to keep out in the open?”

“Me wanting to marry you?” He asks, meeting her worried gaze as she nods. He moves to her quickly, grabbing onto her hands, tilting her chin up, “Alma, while I’m sure we will both keep it close to our chests for now, I was not asking as an indulgence. I spoke true and do not want to put it with all the other nights when we contemplated a life after this.” Joshua leans down to kiss her, whispering against her lips, “I love you and I want to marry you, my dear Alma, that will never change for those facts are the ones I am most certain of.”

She smiles with closed eyes in an attempt to hold back the tears of joy, “You really and truly want this?”

“More than anything.” He looks around the room catching sight of the blue and silver beaded belt. “Wait here,” he asks, going to pick up the belt and his dagger, standing behind her. Joshua places it around her neck, checking to make sure the silver Rosfield crest sits in the middle of her chest just below her phoenix feather pendant before tying it off and cutting the excess length. She turns to face him, fingers brushing along the beads and metal, and he checks once more that it sits around her neck comfortably. Satisfied, he smiles, “There. Until we can take the time to find something proper you can wear this as a reminder and proof that it will not be left in the shadows.”

She kisses him deeply only stopping when the coughing begins once again. “Joshua!” He puts a hand up to hold her back, moving to gather one of the phials that will simply numb the pain rather than eliminating it like the newest ones he was given just before they left the hideaway. Alma studies him, the rest of the events from last night replaying. “Joshua,” she starts as he finishes the phial, “how did you avoid coughing entirely last night? Normally I would have had to keep something on hand but last night-.”

Joshua smiles, picking up one of the phials filled with a darker green liquid than the one he just took. “Before we left Jote and Tarja gave me a few of these. Seems the two of them had been working on your theories while we were away.” 

She takes it from him, examining it, “But how-? Why would Jote-?”

“She wanted to help. You were ever so diligent about it and Jote couldn’t help but notice how you were spending less time on it. She and Tarja came to the conclusion that it was because you now had three charges to care for.” He glances away from her, “I was meant to tell you they completed it but wanted to wait until I made sure it worked.”

“I mean it clearly worked but how well did it work?”

He laughs, “You felt the effects last night.” Alma blushes with a shake of her head, “I felt invigorated and with no pain to speak of!”

“It worked….” She breathes out, Joshua nodding in response. “It worked!” She squeals, jumping up to him, wrapping her arms around him. Her eyes open suddenly, pulling away with a furrowed brow, “Then why are you not taking it again?”

“Because we only have so much and my plans to stay up long enough to see how long it would last did not really come to fruition.” He lifts her into a kiss, “I am used to the dulling of the pain from the last one you made and much more easily available so I will save it for when it is most needed.”

“Well you better expand that definition to not only include fucking me,” she giggles, “even if it is a worthy reason, having experienced it first hand already.”

“Always my love.” He kisses her once more before letting her feet touch the floor, “Now why don’t you go ahead and get us some breakfast and I will meet you shortly above deck. We can enjoy the fresh air for a moment.”

Some time later….

The two brothers walk in near silence on an abandoned road to Stonhyrr, Clive glancing over his shoulder to see Joshua having fallen back a few steps. There’s nothing he can hear that’s worrisome and the world looks still enough to give enough safety for a brief rest. Clive looks around, spotting a small clearing just off the side of the road just ahead, “Here, let’s take a rest.”

“I’m fine, brother. We must-.” Joshua coughs up the bright red blood with a heavy sigh when he’s done, “We must make our way to the Mother Crystal with all haste.”

“I also need you to have as much strength as possible for when we get there.” Clive guides his younger brother to sit before following suit. “Do you need to have more of the medicine Jote and Tarja made for you?”

“Not yet. When we have the castle in sight I shall, but for now I will stick with what I have been using.”

“Joshua-.”

“There’s only so much of it and while I do not doubt their skills there was no time for Alma to test the correct dosage.”

“How much did you take last night?” He asks, noticing how his brother shifts.

“I, er, took enough.” Joshua looks off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah, I see.” Clive clears his throat, “And did Alma check up on you at all? I don’t recall-.”

“She-. She did, yes.” Joshua glances over and Clive can see the red starting creep up his brother’s neck. Joshua relents with a sigh, leaning against his knees, “My apologies. I had hoped-.”

“Don’t be. It’s easy to forget you’re not the younger brother I remember, as Jill and Mid were quick to point out,” Clive puts a hand on Joshua’s shoulder, “I just want you to be happy and with someone that is good to you, Joshua.”

“She is, I can assure you of that,” he answers with a smile. “I-I would have told you but we agreed a long time ago it was best we keep it to ourselves.”

“I can’t blame you. With everything you three were doing something like that wouldn’t seem like a priority.” The man watches as his brother gives a shrug and nod, chuckling, “It was also always pretty obvious looking back.”

“A new development. Or something no one ever bothered to tell us.”

“I, uh, also couldn’t help but notice the change in her jewelry when we landed. Care to explain that?”

Joshua inhales deeply, hands turning into fists briefly before looking up at the dusty pink sky, “A promise. One I intend to keep once we take down Ultima.”

Clive stands, holding a hand out towards him, “Then it's about time we get moving so we can try and have you keep such a promise.” Joshua takes it with a triumphant smile, that stays as the two start making their way down the road once more. “So tell me more about Alma. It wouldn’t do well for me to know so little about your future wife.”

[softtheythem]

Part 4

He pulled her cum-drunk and exhausted body into a kiss. She could taste all of her tormented pleasure on his lips. Instead of feeling shy, though, she felt emboldened. She licked herself off of him before pulling his tongue into her mouth and sucking it gently.

He might be enjoying the power trip, but she also knew his cock had to be throbbing by now. As they kissed, she flipped him so that he was lying on the bed. She hovered over him, a knee on either side of his hips. Slowly, she lowered her pussy onto him, grinding against his erection. He uttered a soft moan from someplace deep in the back of his throat. She leaned forward. Kissed his open lips, down his neck. Flicked his nipples with her tongue. At this, he bucked his hips into her.

"Don't tease me," he whispered.

She merely raised her hips. Once he was denied any friction, she looked into his eyes.

"Okay, fine. Tease me," he relented. She smiled and resumed her gentle grinding.

What she really wanted was to suck him. She wanted to take him all the way into her throat and earn every last drop of cum she could get out of him. But she knew she could make him beg, if she played her cards right. And while she loved the way he could turn her into such a desperate slut for him, once in a while, it felt good to turn the tables.

She moved off of his hips and knelt beside him. Taking in the glory of his body only made her task more difficult. He was delicious. She licked her lips and smiled at him, tilting her head as she did.

"Close your eyes?" she asked him, whispering. Too desperate to remember his earlier insistence on manners, he complied.

She brought herself down, licked along the edge of his ear, and whispered "I'm going to touch every part of you. When I'm finished, I'm going to give you exactly what you want. But you're going to hold still for me, like a good boy. And if you move, I'll start again."

He groaned, wriggled some, settled his body into a comfortable position. She smiled. It wasn't every day he let her play with him like this.

She started with his hair. She ran her fingertips through it, just grazing his scalp. She watched proudly as goosebumps rose along his arms. She traced his hairline, dragged a finger around his ear, down his jaw, across his chin. Brought it lightly over both of his eyelids, his nose. It was as if she were an artist making a contour of his body, her hands the pen, his nerves the canvas.

Before she touched his lips, an idea came to her. With one hand she dwelled on his cheekbones, while she reached the other between her own legs, coating her fingers in the wetness he had caused. She brought that hand to his lips, then, and used it to trace them.

Forgetting himself, he smiled, sticking out his tongue to like her cum off of his own mouth. This was as she had hoped.

"What did I say about moving?" she whispered, immediately taking her hands off of him. He let out a whine much like the ones he had drawn out of her earlier. "Oh, poor boy," she whispered, "this is gonna be so hard for you." As she said it, she dipped her finger into his cunt and let it just graze the tip of his dick before she returned her hands to his hair, starting the practice again from the beginning.

It went much the same the second time, hair, face, eyes. But this time she skipped his lips. When she moved to his neck without touching his mouth, he let a whine go in the back of his throat. Since he managed to do so without moving, she continued on down his neck. But she answered his whine "oh, honey. You showed me you couldn't behave when I touch you there. I'm not going to risk that again."

His eyes still shut, he broke out into a smile. She worked further down. She ran her fingertips over his collarbone, his arms, his ribs. She drew swirls outwards from his nipples across his chest. She spent minutes on his hips, first tracing them with her fingers, and then her tongue. When she arrived, finally, at the insides of his thighs, he was nearly vibrating. Her tongue licked up one thigh, fleeting crossed over his cock, and down the other. She was impressed as he managed to remain still. She brought her mouth back, closer to his opening. And, unable to resist, he lifted her hips to meet her.

She pulled back. Her own clit was throbbing again by now. Still, she was true to her word. And she started again with her hands in his hair.

"You are going to be in so much trouble later, you wicked brat," he whispered.

"Worth it," she replied, certain that it was.

Lucky for him, it seemed that the third time was the charm. When she finally pulled his cock into her mouth, his whole body trembled. She sucked like his dick was the best thing in the world. Like it was the ultimate prize. For her, it was. She slipped a finger into him and when she felt his walls tighten around her, she moaned around him. The vibrations of her sound, in combination with her suction on his dick and her fingers now pumping steadily in and out of him was exactly what it took to drive him over the edge.

No longer caring much at all for the rules, he tangled his fingers into her hair and pumped himself in and out of her mouth. Fucking her face with all the pent up energy of the last blissful couple of hours, he came, squirting on her face.

After, she kept him there in her mouth for a moment. Feeling him get soft as he wound down. When he finally tugged her hair, a gesture of request for her to come back up to him, she obliged. The sight of his cum dripping down her chin drove him wild.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, suddenly shy.

"You're covered in me," he replied.

She wiped at her face with her hand and then looked at her fingers, coated in him. She smiled, and licked every drop of it off.

"Such a cumslut for me," he said.

"Daddy," she whispered, embarrassed yet undeniably aroused at the nickname.

"Yes," he said, "that's right. Daddy's cumslut."

Her blush deepened. "Why are you being mean?" she asked, her hips already wiggling, giving away how she really felt about it.

"Because, little girl," he said, "I told you, you're going to have to be punished.

[catierambles]

All in Due Time Ch.3

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Allison Rogers (OFC)

WC 1349

Warnings: Mentions of infidelity

@kingliam2019 , @brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @teamfan7asy

Napoleon woke the next morning feeling sunlight on his back and he opened his eyes, seeing that Allison had turned in the night and was now facing him, still asleep. He watched her for a moment before reaching out and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. That woke her and she took in a deep breath through her nose, her eyes opening. They were soft as they looked at him and her lips pulled into an equally soft smile as she touched the side of his face gently.

“Good morning.” She said but then she blinked, her eyes focusing and her hand pulled away as if he had burned her. “Sorry, I--” She turned away from him quickly, sitting up on the edge of the bed with a small laugh, “I can be a little affectionate first thing.” She went to get up but he leaned over, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back into bed, half laying on her as his hand moved up her arm to hold hers, lacing their fingers.

“Nothing wrong with a little affection.” He said, the tip of his nose moving over her cheek as he pressed his lips to her jaw. “You said last night was too soon, how about this morning?”

“I did--I did say that, didn’t I.” She said, watching him carefully as he picked his head up to look at her. “Are you this…amorous with all your fake wives?”

“No.” He said, shaking his head. “Then again, none of them were as lovely as you are.”

“Napoleon, we--” He silenced her with a kiss, pressing her back against the pillows as their fingers tightened around each other's hands. His hand slipped from hers, going down to her waist and pushing under the seam of the t-shirt. Her fingertip ran along the delicate skin behind his ear and he shuddered, pressing against her harder as his tongue traced the seam of her mouth. A shrill ringing made him pull away and he sighed.

“Hold that thought, darling.” He said and moved off her, getting off the bed and walking into the living room, picking up the phone. “Leon Wright.” A pause. “Good morning, Mr. Gorchek. Yes, of course, I’ll be down in just a moment. Really? I’ll let her know. See you soon.” He hung up the phone and walked back into the bedroom, seeing her sitting up in bed. “Duty calls, and apparently Yurei is downstairs to take you on a tour of the city. Your previous studies have made an impression.”

“My bag, inner pocket. You’ll find what looks like a pen.” He gave her a curious look but did as she said, going to her bag and opening it, finding the inner zipper pocket, and pulling out what looked like a normal pen, a bit thicker, but nothing extraordinary. He held it up curiously as he went back into the bedroom. “It’s a recording device. You just need to click it to start recording.”

“And should I actually have to sign something?”

“It’s still functional as a pen, don’t worry.” She said and he nodded.

“Where’s the receiver?” He looked over the pen but didn’t find any obvious transmitter or antennae.

“It stores the recording in the pen itself.”

“How?” He asked, looking up at her and she shrugged. “Allison.”

“It’s not important.”

“I can’t imagine it can record any conversation of decent length.”

“Oh, it can record up to several days' worth.”

“How?” He asked again, but just got another shrug.

“Just know that it will do exactly what it needs to.” She said, “Now, you need to get dressed and so do I. Don’t want to keep them waiting any longer than necessary.”

They separated when they got downstairs, him going to a different car than she. He made sure the pen was securely in the inner pocket of his suit jacket and he gave her a kiss on the cheek before they parted. Yurei welcomed her just as warmly as he had the night before, his previous passenger missing this time and Napoleon watched her get into the car before getting into the one waiting for him. The cars traveled together for a distance before turning in different directions and he watched as it shrank away behind them in the rearview mirror. His driver was silent during the trip and Napoleon didn’t try to make small talk.

They pulled up to a small warehouse overlooking the river and he got out, looking around before heading inside.

“Ah, Mr. Wright.” The man waiting for him inside said.

“Mr. Gorchek, I presume.” Napoleon said, recognizing the voice.

“You presume correctly.” He said as they shook hands, “How are the accommodations?”

“Very comfortable, thank you.”

“I must apologize for Ivan’s words last night regarding your wife’s…character.” Gorchek said, “It was out of line.”

“No harm done, Mr. Gorchek. He already apologized.” Napoleon said, “There is one thing, though, about the apartment you provided. Very odd.”

“Odd?” Gorchek asked.

“Yes, when she and I got settled, she complained of a high-pitched whining sound. We were able to track it to a few small devices hidden in various appliances.” Napoleon said.

“Yes, that is very odd.” Gorchek said, “And what did you do with these devices?”

“Oh, we disposed of them.” He said simply, “They were giving her an awful headache.”

“Very, very odd.” Gorchek said with a small scowl, “I do apologize for inconvenience, Mr. Wright, they must have been left over from previous occupant.”

“Must have been.” Napoleon agreed with a shrug. “Shall we get down to business?” Reaching into his suit pocket, he pulled out the pen and clicked it, setting it on the table in front of them that was covered in paperwork.

Allison looked out the window as Yurei drove through the city, listening as he pointed out several landmarks and giving her a pleased smile as she jumped in with information.

“You have done your studies!” He said.

“History and architecture are something of passions of mine.” She said with a small smile and a shrug.

“Mrs. Wright, I must apologize again for my friends' comments last night.” Yurei said, “It was…not kind of him to suggest such a thing.”

“Yurei, it’s quite alright.” Allison said, “Leon is gone so often and for extended periods of time, your friend isn’t the first one to assume infidelity on my part. Truth be told, we’ve spent more time apart than we have together since we got married.”

“You must have been pleased when he decided to bring you on this trip, then.”

“Oh, very! I do miss him when he’s away.” Allison said, “I am fully aware that this is a business trip and not a vacation, but still…it’s nice to be able to spend time with him.”

“You love him.”

“Very much so.” Allison said.

“Well, I can tell he loves you.” Yurei said, leaning towards her slightly. “Not many men would have jumped to their wife's defense as he did.”

“Yes, I…I know.” She said, carefully schooling her expression.

“You have doubts?” Yurei asked, taking the bait.

“Yurei, Leon is… I shouldn’t bother you with this.”

“No, please, tell me.”

“He’s a very handsome man.” Allison said after a pause, “I’ve seen the looks other women give him when we go out in the instances where he is home and the looks they give me if they don’t outright ignore my existence. The fact that he wears a wedding band doesn’t deter them if you get my meaning.”

“You believe he’s being unfaithful to you.” Yurei said.

“I have my suspicions.” She said, “They’re unfounded of course and I’m probably just being paranoid.”

“Mrs. Wright--Sofia, if I could, I know it’s not my place, but I can tell Mr. Wright loves you.”

“That’s the thing, Yurei, love, more often than not, has nothing to do with being unfaithful.” Allison said, giving a sad sigh, but shook herself out of it, giving him a small smile. “But enough about that. What else did you want to show me today?”

[unhingedselfships]

She really does adore him

NSFT/smut

She didn't wake up before him all that often. Occasionally, but it was rare.

When she did, she found she liked looking at him. He looked good in any lighting honestly, but dawn held a special place in her heart. The way the early morning light cast a glow over the planes of his body. Lit the sharpest edges of his face.

Fuck he was so beautiful. 

She sat next to him, watching him breathe. Absently she thought perhaps she should feel a bit like a creep but well. 

It'd been years. So many years. Surely it was fine. After all this time? All they'd been through?

He seemed to be resting well, it was nice to see. He could be so fitful at times. She worried over him. But the rise and fall of his chest was steady and deep and his face was calm. Relaxed. 

Her gaze drifted. Over cheekbones and along his jaw. Holding on the lovely curves of his lips before slipping down the line of his throat. Across shoulders and collar bones, and from chest to abdomen.

He was scarred. Much so. A story, many stories, written in knotted and puckered skin. 

She wondered, but never dared to ask. She'd never push but- quietly, in the safety of her own mind, she could admit that she was, perhaps a bit sad, a little hurt, that he didn't trust her to know him. Not completely.

That was alright. She'd take anything she could get and be happy for it. 

Worrying at her lower lip, she gave into temptation. She knew it wasn't the same as just looking but let herself pretend that it was surely still fine of her to do.

what a terrible wretch she was

Soft fingertips ghosted over the planes of his body. She traced the edges of scars, the worst one at his side, a machete was all he'd said, and in passing. She ached for the thought of his pain but. It was his. Part of him. It was no less beautiful than the rest of him. 

She found every mark, every dip and divot, the edges of every gently defined muscle. He wasn't the sort of sharply carved that men like Mine and Majima were, and she found she didn't mind it at all. 

He was perfection itself. 

The hollow of his throat, and the ridge of his clavicle. Down the center of his sternum.

The edges of his hips, where his pajamas had rode low. Across his flank, and tracing the farthest bared edges of his abdomen. 

A startled gasp forced its way out of her as she suddenly found herself on her back, flawless male perfection pinning her in place, nestled between her thighs.

Her heart stuttered and her body throbbed, heat pooling. Many places, for many reasons.

His face hovered over hers, as he caged her in, locking her in place with a tired glare.

"You've been mumbling all morning princess."

Oh. 

Oh.

Had she said all that out loud?

The faintest trace of a wicked smirk, "I'm afraid so."

Her teeth pulled at her lower lip, pinning it as she fought the whispers of adoration, devotion, back under her tongue.

"And see, now I have a problem, thanks to you."

He rolled against her and she gasped, as his hardness met her core.

She opened her mouth to apologize and he cut her off.

"Don't say you're sorry, just fix it."

Something in her shifted. She never really got to play with him, did she? What was life without a few risks now and then?

"No," she barely breathed the word.

He froze, blinking at her, before something aggravated settled over him.

"No?"

She fought back a tremble, the urge to shake in his overwhelming presence.

He was so much. 

He was everything.

"No," she whispered, "if you want it, you're going to have to take it."

It wasn't a matter of consent. Never. They both knew she wouldn't deny him. Not this, not hardly anything. 

Her enthusiastic consent was a given, and they were both comfortable in this knowing.

It was a matter of effort. She wanted him, she always did, and badly. She ached for him. But if he wanted release, he was going to have to put in the effort himself.

No laying back and letting her do all the work today.

His eyes warred somewhere between incensed, and delighted. He did like it when she pushed back. Resisted. 

Something so lovely about showing a little bite, so to speak.

He huffed at her, irritated, "You always do this, cause problems, then make me fix them."

His hand cradled the side of her throat, thumb brushing against the underside of her jaw.

"Such a pretty little trouble maker."

She gasped, something dark in his words. He knew what his praise did to her. The effect his voice had. Every note and tone, deep and sultry. 

"I won't go easy on you, princess."

The near growl made her breath catch in her throat and her lips parted in want. In need.

Fingers traced down the lines of her body, finding the ties on her shorts, pulling them loose.

With a single clean, rough, motion, he was sat back on his heels, and her shorts were yanked half way down her legs, leaving her only unexposed by virtue of the instinctive way her thighs clamped shut at the action.

“So annoying,” he tsked at her, disapproving, and she whimpered, thighs clenching harder.

"No getting shy on me now," his eyes glinted with something dark and mocking.

The shorts were tugged the rest of the way off and casually tossed aside. Knees pushed apart so he could settle back between them.

A knuckle traced the bare seam of where hip met thigh and she shivered.

Sliding hands smoothly up her sides, pushing her shirt up over her chest, palms carelessly slipping over sensitive flesh. The soft whimper tugging amusement onto his lips. She raised herself on her elbows and helped him get her free of the cotton. 

Bare before him, she felt small and vulnerable. 

So entirely at his mercy.

It was heady.

His teeth found her throat, and she knew he was going to leave marks.

She wanted it. Wanted to bear his mark.

Wanted everyone to know.

She belonged to him.

As if the tattoo, the brand, she'd painted in her skin wasn't enough. 

An annoyed huff had him freeing himself of the pants, and she shifted her hips to give him easier access.

The annoyance shifted to amusement, a wry smirk crossing his lips as he looked back down at her.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, voice low.

An embarrassed whimper, even as she clung to him, finger tips finding purchase on his shoulders.

His tongue found the hollow of her neck, a hand at the base of her spine raising her hips just so, as he slid home. 

A single, slow, purposeful movement, one aching stroke, and he was buried completely within her.

Her body trembled, and her eyes fluttered, lips parted in a soft, drawn out, gasp.

Her thighs spread just that tiniest bit wider as her heels came up to hook behind him.

It took him a moment to move, and a moment longer to set a slow, steady, pace.

Perhaps not the most coordinated, or graceful but. Well.

It was apparently working just fine, given the way she rolled up to meet him with every movement. 

She gasped and moaned so prettily, such a fragile easy thing, at his mercy. For his use.

Her delicacy scared and delighted him. 

Her willingness, purely out of want for him, no desire for money or power or status. Just him. Scared him more.

The bite of her barely grown out nails in his shoulder was pleasant. That spark of pain to really send the pleasure home.

And he had to admit, annoyed as he was to be in this position-

neverminding how happy it made her

-it did feel good. 

The nips and nibbles to the soft skin of her neck and chest faded off, as he bit back on his own moans.

The space between them became less and and less as her hold tightened, arms looping shoulders and fingers finding purchase in his hair. Her face buried in the side of his neck as she whimpered. Gasping and writhing. 

Had she been anyone else he'd have thought it an act. Kadokura was passable, at best, and he knew it. While he had many talents, sex was not one of them.

Yet here she was. Rapturous beneath him.

And she meant every sound, every movement.

It was all so terribly real.

All for him. Him him him.

He felt her breath hitch, the way her thighs clamped harder still on his hips, the way her body tensed and trembled. She was so close, climbing ever quicker towards her end.

She pulled her face away from his shoulder, with a soft cry, tugging lightly at his hair before her hands came to cradle his face.

And she kissed him. Deep and desperate and needy. 

And he let her. 

Returned it, as much as he could. 

Pulling away, soft words, sweet words, tumbled from her lips.

"I love you. My light, my life, my love. You are everything. Everything."

Her breath caught as the pressure kept building, overwhelmed by sensation.

"I give you everything. All of me. My heart, my soul, my life- it's yours, I’m yours, yours yours yours-"

The soft chant cut off with another pretty whimper but it didn't change the words.

Gasped, desperate, meant. 

An oath.

A vow.

He held her just a little tighter. Pressed her just a little closer.

She clenched and shook around him, clinging to him, the peak of her pleasure cresting, and she rode the waves, crying out and overwhelmed.

He shifted his pace, seeking his own end, not that it took long. 

He clung to her as she did him, arms wrapped around her soft body, fingers digging into shoulder and hip, face buried in her neck, shuddering through his own release. 

They lay together in the early morning light, catching their breath and just- basking. In this shared moment. This close existence.

In each other.

He found himself uncomfortable with how comfortable he was.

He still didn't move.

Didn't want to.

He nuzzled into her throat with a content sigh, letting his weight rest on her, and she held him, fingers stroking gently through his hair.

"Hey love?"

He hummed in askance.

"I gotta pee."

Freezing for a moment, he snorted a laugh, and rolled off of her.

She stretched and rolled out of bed, wobbly on her feet but with a satisfied sway.

He may not care much about sex one way or the other in general, but something about knowing he did that to her made him just that tiniest bit smug.

He watched her go with a soft smile, before sitting up to dig out a cigarette.

He needed a smoke.

She slipped out of the ensuite a few minutes later, not bothering to pull anything on, and slid back under the sheets.

He huffed, taking another drag off the cigarette before giving a fond, “Lazy.”

She hummed. Content.

Breathing out a laugh, he spoke again, “So. Happy Birthday.”

Groggily she made a noise of confusion, “Kenshi, do you know when my birthday is?”

“October,” the quick response.

“Babe, it's June.”

“So it is. Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

(Some things would be unsaid. Always unsaid. How much her words meant. How much she meant. What she felt meant. What he felt. Always unsaid. No less real. 

… Did she know?

Fuck he hoped she knew.

I can't say it out loud I'm sor-)

She nestled in the blankets, fully intent on falling back asleep.

Soft, quiet, true, "I love you, Kadokura Kenshi."

He took another deep pull off the cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air above them.

"I know sweetheart. I know."

[wildxlily]

Christmas with the James Family

It didn’t take long for Harry to fall asleep and he easily slept through the night, Finn at their feet. Harry took advantage of them finally being able to sleep in, his face tucked into his arm to block out at least some of the sunlight coming into the room, and the blankets just barely above his waist.

  Unlike Harry, Lily was completely bundled up in the blankets, her hands clutching them under her chin. It didn’t matter how warm their apartment was, she would always be in a little blanket cocoon when she slept.

 Harry still had Lily wrapped in his arm and cuddled close, which was enough to keep him warm throughout the night. He began to shift after a bit but was happy to take his time waking up, tracing his fingertips a couple times against Lily’s skin.

  Lily shivered at his touch and tried to bury herself deeper into the blankets, mumbling something incoherent. She was never a morning person really, but it was only worse in the winter when the idea of leaving her warm spot in bed was impossible.

  Harry was awake enough then to hear Lily’s extremely tired mumbling, which had him smiling a little; his Lily had never been a morning person. Harry turned onto his side to face Lily and slipped both of his arms around her to keep her warm, her face in his chest.

  Lily’s grip on the blankets loosened when Harry pulled her close and she nuzzled into his chest instead. She was a little bit awake, but not enough to talk just yet.

  Harry rubbed at his eyes, being quiet and careful to not wake Lily up any more than she already had. He always loved holding her as they woke up, his head resting gently above hers.

  Lily’s features softened and she relaxed more against Harry. After a bit, she slipped her arm around Harry’s waist and her thumb lazily stroked over his side.

  Harry tilted his head so that he could look down at Lily and brushed her hair out of her face so lightly. She always looked adorable whenever she woke up and his favorite thing in the world may be that he’s the first person who gets to see that sleepy pout turn into a smile every day.

  Lily hummed softly, a much more pleasant noise than earlier, and leaned into his touch. Her eyes blinked open and she peeked up at Harry, giving him a sleepy smile with half open eyes. “Happy Christmas,” she greeted quietly, her voice a bit groggy.

  Harry could just tell that Lily was more ready to wake up now. Her sleepy smile made the same expression appear on his face and he rested his hand along the side of her neck. “Happy Christmas,” his lips pressed to her forehead, “Sleepy girl.”

  Lily’s eyes closed once more at his kiss and it took her an extra moment to open them. “Just so cozy.” She glanced down at Harry’s bare torso and her brows furrowed. “How are you barely covered? I’d be freezing.”

  Harry rubbed his thumb along her jaw and smiled at her. “Well, you and your abundance of blankets are doing a pretty good job at keeping me warm right now too,” he told her with a grin, brushing her hair back.

  Lily smiled sheepishly up at him, but she still tilted her head just enough that she could brush her lips against the inside of his wrist. “You know I’m always cold,” she argued.

  “Oh, I know, lovey. Works out for me, always keeping me warm too.” Harry smiled at her, then felt Finn pawing at the blankets. “I’m gonna feed this guy and then I’ll be back.”

  Now the pout returned as she loosened her hold on Harry. “Okay. But no peeking at what Father Christmas got you without me,” she insisted. Of course, the gifts had not changed under the tree since last night when they went to bed, but she still liked to joke.

  Harry sat up in the bed before laughing. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, you know where to find me.” He slipped out of bed and pulled boxers on before leaving the room, Finn right behind him.

  Lily rolled onto her back so she could watch them, admiring Harry’s naked booty for as long as she could. She smiled, though, at Finn following along right beside him.

  He fed Finn in the kitchen, talking to him until his bowl of food was set on the floor, and then Harry was making his way back to Lily as quickly as he could. “I didn’t peek,” Harry promised with a smile.

  Lily grinned and laughed a little when Harry came back so soon; an obvious pep in his step. “Promise?” she raised a brow skeptically. But she was raising the blankets enough that he could slip back under.

  “I promise.” Harry grinned at her. He went over to his side of the bed to get in, quickly scooting over next to Lily and underneath the blankets she held up for him. “I don’t know how we’re gonna manage getting out of bed today, it’s really cold out there,” he joked with a smile.

  Lily just shook her head, “Don’t tell me that.” She moved so that she was laying on top of him, legs slotting between his. “Promise I’ll come out of my cave of blankets for presents. That’s the only good reason to leave the warmth.”

  Harry smiled watching Lily and made sure they were both covered with blankets as she laid on top of him. “Yeah?” he teased, “That is a pretty good reason. You’ll have to bundle up.” His hands slipped under the hem of her shirt to rest at her sides.

  “You’ll just have to cuddle me while we open presents,” Lily decided. Her attention then turned to his chest under her hand and she lightly tapped on his tattoo covering. “When do you get to take this off?”

  “That works too. I can do that.” Harry looked down at his covered tattoo. “Was planning on taking it off sometime this morning… Just need to wash it once I take it off, so maybe when we get out of bed.”

  Lily nodded and traced her finger over it once. Then she turned her attention back to Harry, biting her bottom lip as she rested her chin on his chest.

  Harry returned his gaze to Lily and smiled a little, seeing she was already looking at him. “Hi, darling,” he said softly, brushing hair behind her ear.

  Lily pressed her lips together when she realized she was staring a bit and smiled at him. “Hi, babes,” she murmured.

  “You thinking about something, babe, or just looking at me?” Harry smiled at her. He returned both hands under the blanket and, as always, needed to have some sort of touch on her, so he mindlessly ran his hands along the back of her thighs, just under her sleep shorts.

  Once again, her lip was caught between her teeth. “I was gonna say just looking, but…looks like I’m not the only one with something on my mind,” she countered.

  “So, you were going to lie to me?” Harry acted surprised but quickly ended up smiling again to show he was teasing, cheekily moving his hands up a bit further. “I do enjoy having my hands on your very perfect bum,” he confessed, as if she didn’t already know.

  “I didn’t want to come off as super thirsty,” Lily gave a poor excuse. She arched her back ever so slightly to make her bum press more into his hands.

  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, babe…but I am undeniably and unashamedly thirsty for you all the time. Severely parched, if you will.” Harry smiled down at Lily, firmly squeezing her bum in his hands.

  Lily laughed softly and then carefully pushed herself up, adjusting so that she was straddling his hips now. “Dehydrated?” she grinned at him with a raised brow.

  Harry smiled and once Lily had sat up, he slid his hands around to rest on top of each of her thighs. “Oh, so dehydrated you wouldn’t even believe, lovey,” he answered dramatically.

  Lily ran her hands over Harry’s chest and then trailed her fingertips over his abs. “Sooo…since you got your Christmas wish of going down on me last night…does that mean I can get my Christmas wish this morning?” she asked, innocently peeking up at him.

  Harry’s eyes were on Lily and he ran his hands slowly up and down her thighs. She always killed him with that innocent look that she knew how to do so well. “That would make it fair…” he smiled a bit, “What is your Christmas wish, love?”

  “To ride you,” Lily replied simply with no hesitation this time. She waited for his reaction, having a good idea what it would be. He definitely wouldn’t turn down the idea; not in a million years. Christmas wish or not, he loved it just as much as her.

  Lily’s response immediately got a grin from Harry. He loved hearing exactly what she wanted, and coincidentally, Lily riding him was always on his wish list. “Of course…I want you to get everything on your Christmas list, darling,” he playfully replied, giving a little nod. He was already hard underneath her.

  Lily leaned down and gave him a deep kiss, their first proper kiss of the morning. Didn’t even matter if they had morning breath; not when they wanted each other this bad.

  Harry tilted his head up to meet Lily for the kiss. Their kisses deepened instantly and they shared more than a few lingering ones. His hands pushed the hem of her shirt up halfway before exploring her skin, everywhere he could reach.

  Lily reached between them to pull her shirt up the rest of the way and only breaking the kiss to get rid of it. Then her lips were back on his. It wasn’t long before she was rocking her hips down to Harry’s, enjoying that he was already fairly hard.

  As usual, Harry couldn’t keep his hands off of Lily; running along her back, cupping her butt, massaging her breasts once her shirt was off. Anything to get closer. Their mouths moved together as Harry began to rock his hips with Lily’s, and it was already proving difficult to hold back moans at the feeling.

  Lily knew their time was limited, especially if they wanted to exchange presents, so it wasn’t long before she was pausing her hips to reach between them and tug down Harry’s boxers. “Is it gross if I don’t pull them all the way down for the sake of time?” she asked Harry, pulling away just enough to catch her breath and also meet his gaze.

  Harry looked at Lily when they pulled away and shook his head, breathing slightly heavy. He loved when they were both desperate and needy, “No, that’s like…hot.” He lifted his bum off the bed to slide his boxers down a little more, but they still remained at his thighs.

  “Figure you’ll be putting them back on afterwards,” Lily reasoned. But then there came the issue of her own sleep shorts. She really didn’t want to have to climb off him and get them off, but she also wanted him like…right now.

  “Do you want to just lift one of your legs and take your shorts off halfway? Then you don’t have to move off me completely,” Harry suggested. He also thought about Lily keeping the shorts on, but he enjoyed watching them move together far too much for that.

  Lily’s brows furrowed at the mental image she got. “Wait, what?” she laughed lightly. “That sounds like I’ll either rip my shorts or get tangled and fall. Probably be safer for me to just move.”

  Harry laughed and shook his head. “Never mind. You would probably fall,” he agreed teasingly. He wrapped his arm around Lily’s waist to gently push her to lay diagonally beside him, pulling her shorts off in one swift movement.

  Lily barely had time to register what was happening and to lift her legs to make it easier on him. “Okay, well damn. That was smooth,” she looked at Harry with slightly wide eyes. If she thought she was wet before, that single-handedly just made her soaked.

  Harry turned his head to look over at Lily, grinning. Harry definitely used to his advantage what he knew she loved. He ran his hand down along Lily’s body, fingertips going from her chest to the inside of her thigh. “Get back over here.”

  Lily practically shivered under his touch, her mouth going dry. He definitely didn’t have to tell her twice. Lily was back in his lap in seconds, poised above his member so his tip was at her entrance. But before she lowered down, she tugged on his arms to get him to sit up.

  Harry’s grip was on Lily’s waist as she hovered over him, keeping his gaze on her easily. He followed her signal, though, and moved to sit up in front of her, leaning back slightly on his palm flat against the mattress, his other hand sprawled out across the middle of her back.

  Lily slid her hands up Harry’s chest and over his shoulders until her arms were draped around his neck. Then she leaned in for another kiss as she slowly lowered down onto him with a soft moan.

  Harry traced his fingertips along Lily’s skin while she got comfortable on top of him. A moan left his mouth at the feeling of her sinking down onto him, but it was muffled some when their lips reconnected.

  Lily let them enjoy the feeling for a few moments before she started to move. Much like last night, their pace wasn’t slow; too desperate for each other.

  Harry pulled away a little to watch Lily set up a quick pace. Once they found their rhythm, he tugged his boxers down lower so that he could bend his legs to thrust up into Lily easier. He needed her and was not afraid to show it.

  Lily’s hands were now braced on Harry’s shoulders to keep her balanced as she moved. The sight of Harry watching brought a small smirk to her lips before she leaned in to trail kisses along his jaw and neck.

  Harry tilted his head for Lily’s kisses yet leaned even closer for her touch. His free hand traced along her back as they moved together, Harry adjusting the angle of his hips to hopefully get more friction on Lily’s clit for her.

  Lily moaned over and over against his skin. Of course, Harry always knew exactly what to do. Granted she was very turned on when they started, so it wouldn’t take much to make her come.

  Harry loved hearing all of Lily’s moans and did whatever he could to keep them coming. The focus on making them both feel good was clear on his face, mixed with pleasure and frequent moans of her name.

  That coil in her stomach grew impossibly tight and Lily knew this was it. She brought her lips back to Harry’s in an attempt to muffle her loud moans as she finally reached her high.

  Harry kissed her, knowing Lily met her high with her tightened grip on his shoulders and clenching around his length. That was more than enough to have him releasing into her, both moaning against each other’s mouths and Harry fisting the bedsheets.

  Lily only parted from Harry’s lips when she absolutely had to, desperately trying to catch her breath as she came down from her high. Of course, her hips still moved to help Harry through his.

  Their heavy breathing and sounds of them slowing carried through their bedroom. Harry wrapped his arms around Lily’s waist firmly, burying his face in her neck and leaving kisses there. “Holy shit,” he murmured.

  Lily grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck again, one hand burying in his curls. “Happy Christmas to us,” she joked. It was quite the way to start their day. Lily loved that it was still just as mind blowing.

  Harry laughed, holding Lily to his body and trailing kisses up until he reached her lips. “Great start to Christmas,” he grinned and rested his head against her shoulder, “Wonder what time it is.”

  Lily bit her lip. “I’m a bit nervous to look. I don’t know how late we slept in,” she admitted. She could check her phone, but she didn’t want to move and disturb Harry just yet.

  Harry was very much enjoying his morning with Lily but knew they’d like to sit together and open some presents if they had time, get ready, and make it over to her parents’ for brunch. He laid back on the bed once he reluctantly let go of Lily, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. “Umm…I’d say we’ve got just about an hour.”

  Lily let go of Harry and grimaced. “I’ve gotta shower, but I can skip washing my hair. It’ll curl better that way,” she thought out loud. “Should we just plan on presents when we get home?” The idea had been to open presents while enjoying coffee, but she didn’t want to rush them.

  Harry put his phone down on the bed so he could look at Lily. “Yeah, we can have the night together,” he said softly and nodded, running his hands gently along her arms. He had to shower too, “I’ll join you now if that’s alright.”

  Lily nodded and bent down to give him a quick peck before she moved to climb off of him as she made her way to the bathroom. She tied up her hair to keep it from getting wet and then grabbed two towels for them. She tried to be as quick as possible.

  Harry got up and followed Lily, starting the water for them. Lily took longer than he did to get ready so he made sure she got first call for space to lather up or time under the water to rinse, and they switched positions so he could do the same.

  Once Lily was done washing her body, she slipped out of the shower so Harry could finish and she could start getting dressed. She went to the closet and found her holiday dress and tights, slipping them on before going back to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup.

  Harry stayed in the shower longer to wash his body and hair. He shut the water off once he was done and stepped out to wrap a towel around his waist. “Look at you, darling,” he smiled, looking her up and down, and reached for his toothbrush, “You look so beautiful.”

  Lily looked at his reflection in the mirror and paused doing her makeup to smile at him. “Thank you.” She finished her lipstick and dabbed off the extra. “I’ll go get everyone’s presents together.”

  “Thanks, lovey. I’ll be right out.” Harry promised and fixed his hair quickly before going to their bedroom to get dressed. “I’ll put the presents in the car. Need me to do anything else, lovey?” he asked as he finished up getting ready.

  “Think that’s it. Then we’ll be ready to go.” Lily grabbed her shoes on the way to the living room and set them by the door before going over to the tree. She gathered the presents for their family from under the tree.

  It only took Harry a couple of trips to get all of the presents for their families into the trunk of their car. When Harry returned inside, he stayed at the mat inside the door and waited for Lily to join him. “It’s a little slippery so just be careful.”

  Lily slipped on her shoes and coat and then met Harry at the door. “Oh boy,” she grimaced, glancing down at her heels. She stepped out on the porch and locked the door behind her before slipping her hand into the crook of Harry’s arm.

  “You’ll be okay. I’ve got you.” Harry smiled. They stepped out and closed the door behind them. It was fine taking their time to the car, just a little snow on the ground. Harry opened up the car door for Lily, holding her hand still as she got in.

  “My knight in shining armor,” Lily grinned up at him, giving his arm a squeeze. Still, she took small steps and then thanked Harry once she was in the car. Thankfully he had started it already so heat was blowing. While Harry walked around the car, she texted her mom to let her know they were on their way.

  Harry rounded the car carefully to get in on his side, buckling his seat belt and then resting his hand in Lily’s lap as he began to drive. “Excited to see everyone today?” He smiled. He knew she was always excited whenever she got to see Liz especially.

  Lily rested her hand on Harry’s and gave it an excited squeeze. “You know I am.” She took any excuse to see her sister and just their families in general. It was always so fun when they got together.

  “I know, I’m just hyping you up for it.” Harry smiled and slowly laced their fingers. It was a little bit of a drive but they talked throughout the trip and soon enough, they were arriving and parking at her parents’.

  Of course, her dad had gone out and shoveled the snow off the drive and path to their door. “I’ll help carry presents so you don’t have to make multiple trips,” she announced before climbing out. They had just made it to the trunk when the front door opened and her dad appeared. “Do you need help?” he called out.

  Harry met Lily at the trunk and then looked up when he heard her dad. “That’s okay. Think we can make it in one trip,” Harry politely declined with a smile, taking the majority of the presents and closing the trunk before following Lily to the front door.

  Lily grabbed what she could and then made her way to the door where her dad was waiting with open arms. “Happy Christmas, Dad,” she smiled as she hugged him close while trying not to crumple the gift bags.

Her father wished her a happy Christmas in return and stepped back to let them in, clapping Harry on the shoulder as he joined them. “Happy Christmas, son. Hopefully the drive wasn’t too bad.”

  Harry walked behind Lily to the door and smiled seeing her with her dad. “Happy Christmas. Drive was good, yeah, no problems. Thanks for having us,” Harry smiled and slipped off his shoes, taking their presents to set them down.

It wasn’t much longer before Liz was coming around the corner, the biggest smile on her face as she held out her arms for a hug from her sister. “Lily!”

  Lily kicked off her boots by the door and was going to tease Harry about being so proper with her dad when she heard her sister. She quickly placed the gifts down so she could properly hug Liz. “Hello, beautiful,” she grinned as they swayed back and forth. “Happy Christmas.”

  Liz hugged Lily, their hugs always lasting the longest out of anyone’s in the family. “I missed you so much,” she smiled and gave Lily another squeeze before pulling back. Then she glanced over at their mum who was hugging Harry and just beaming as they talked. “Oh look, mum’s reunited with her favorite,” Liz teased with a laugh.

  “Missed you, too.” Lily followed her gaze and laughed softly. “Oh, of course. Swear she texts him more than she does me,” she joked.

“I heard that,” Lily’s mom eyed them before stepping in to give Lily a hug and placing a kiss to her head. “Happy Christmas, darling.”

  Harry smiled and hugged Liz when they switched places. They all stood around for a while just talking, clearly happy to be together again after going a bit of time without.

“Well, food is ready and on the table if we’re all ready to eat? Hopefully you’re hungry,” Lily’s mom smiled.

  Lily nodded as she started to walk with everyone towards the kitchen. “We didn’t even have coffee this morning, we slept in too late, so we’re definitely hungry.” Add on that they had burned a good deal of calories this morning.

  “We all slept in, too. Definitely didn’t get up as early as when you girls used to wake us when you were little,” her mom smiled. Everyone took a seat and kept talking as they began to plate their food.

  Even when their plates were empty, they stayed at the table just talking and laughing. There was of course talk about Lily and Harry’s wedding, but some of the focus was on Liz and her boyfriend as well.

  It was always a good time with Lily’s family, especially knowing how much she loved to see them but didn’t get to as often as she’d like. Eventually they moved into the living room next to the Christmas tree to open presents where their conversation easily continued.

  Lily took up her typically spot on the floor by the tree; always the designated one to pass out presents. So, she sat in front of Harry, leaning back against his legs at the moment until her mum gave her the green light to begin.

  Harry sat on the couch and smiled at Lily as she took a seat on the floor. “You’re doing really good. No wonder you’re the assigned present giver,” he said to her quietly after a few presents had been handed out, mindlessly playing with the ends of her hair.

  Lily glanced up at Harry with a smile. “Think it all started with my parents trying to keep me occupied and stop me from complaining that I didn’t have anything to open,” she giggled softly before making a slight face.

  Harry smiled down at Lily. “Oh, wow…that does sound like my Lily,” he teased her with a grin, returning to watching her parents open some gifts and resting his hands gently on Lily’s shoulders.

  “They had to be very careful to give me and Liz the same number of presents,” Lily nodded before grinning. She turned her attention back to her parents as well who were opening their gifts from Liz. Her sister had spoiled their parents, which they absolutely deserved and she made that known when they tried to complain that she spent too much on them. Then it was Liz’s turn to open gifts. Lily placed a kiss to Harry’s knuckles and gave his hand a squeeze before she was moving to grab the gift her and Harry had teamed up on for her. Unlike the others, she got up and took it to her sister. “This one is from me and Harry.” She bent down to whisper in her ear, “I have another gift from me in the car, but didn’t want you to open it in front of Mum and Dad. But I thought it might come in handy later.” With that she stood, a mischievous grin on her mouth as she went back to Harry.

  Liz was all smiles when Lily got up and walked their present over to her, but then her eyes grew a little wide at what her sister had whispered. “Oh, gosh. Now I’m a little nervous to find out what it is,” Liz said playfully with a giggle and returned the grin to her sister as she began to open up that first present.

  Lily just shrugged innocently as she sat back down to watch. Liz loved her present which was no surprise since Lily knew her sister like the back of her hand. And she knew she’d love the other present as well and so would her boyfriend.

  Liz absolutely loved the present she got and was still giving Lily looks regarding what the other one would be that she was promised to receive later on. Soon it was Lily’s and Harry’s turn to open their presents, and of course they were thanking her parents and Liz over and over again for each gift.

  After the last gift, Lily moved to sit next to Harry on the couch. Her bum was starting to hurt sitting on the floor and she wanted to be closer to him anyways.

“What time do you need to be at your mum’s, Harry? Don’t want to keep you too long,” her mother fretted a little. It was easy for them all to get caught up in conversation and lose track of time.

  Harry smiled and shifted so he could rest his hand on Lily’s knee more comfortably. “No, that’s okay. My mum said around four for her house so no rush,” he gave a smile. “And then did you say you’re hanging with Liz some tomorrow?” Harry asked Lily, turning his head to look at her.

  Lily nodded in agreement and then looked to Harry. “Yup. We’re thinking about popping by a bridal boutique in town to see what they have.” She bit her lip, but her excited grin was still obvious. Liz and their mum looked pretty excited as well. “If they say I can try on some dresses, Mum is gonna meet us.”

  “Ooo!” Harry smiled, looking between the three girls. Lily’s dad had a smile too, but her mum and sister were more obviously excited. Which was to be expected. “That’s exciting, lovey. That’ll be a fun day.”

  Lily rested her head against the back of the couch to look at Harry. “What do you think, love? What kind of dress should I get?” she asked with a curious grin.

  Harry rested his head back to match Lily and smiled at her before making a bit of a nervous face. “Oh, darling, that’s a lot of pressure,” he grinned as he thought. “You’ll look good in anything obviously. I can see you picking something that’s like…lacy and…maybe a bit flowy.”

  Lily raised her brows with an amused smile as she listened to him. Then she lifted her head to face her father. “What about you, Dad? What do you think?”

Her dad smiled and shrugged. “Well, you and Liz have always been my little princesses, so…something that makes you look like a princess.”

That just earned an eye roll from Lily and laughter from her mum and sister. “You two aren’t much help,” she teased.

  Harry laughed. He was thankful he wasn’t the only one who sounded unsure of what to say. “Well, we don’t want to sway you in what you’re looking for in a dress!” Harry made up the bad excuse with a grin, which only had Lily’s dad quickly agreeing with him.

  Lily just shook her head as she looked between the two of them. “You’re both suck ups is what you are,” she responded. Her dad just raised his hands in defense, not about to argue, but also not agreeing.

  All of them laughed at that. “I think we both just love you very much,” Harry said with a cheeky smile, giving even more evidence that he was, in fact, a suck up.

  “Mm, I see,” Lily eyed him before cracking a hint of a grin. It was hard not to when Harry smiled at her like that. Practically impossible. She’d kiss him if they weren’t with her family.

  “Sorry about it,” Harry playfully responded and returned the look before he ended up grinning at Lily again. He gave her leg a gentle squeeze and everyone easily fell back into conversation, until the time Harry and Lily had planned to leave. “Do you want to stay longer, lovey? Can tell my mum we’ll be a little late?” Harry offered to her quietly.

  Lily had to turn her attention elsewhere or the need to kiss Harry would become unbearable. Thankfully, conversation was never an issue with her family and she was soon distracted. She leaned towards Harry when he whispered to her and then turned her gaze to him as she shook her head. “We can go,” she assured him, rubbing her hand along his leg. “Don’t want your mum to have everything ready and us show up late. I’ll see my family tomorrow. It’ll just be you that they miss.”

  Harry listened to Lily and nodded his head. “Okay, darling. Just making sure,” he gave a soft smile. Everyone stood and gave their hugs and goodbyes when it was time for them to leave. At least Lily wouldn’t have to go long without seeing her family again.

“Should I come out with you to the car, or...?” Liz asked with a grin, still a bit anxiously wondering what that other gift could be.

  Lily perked up at her sister’s reminder, “Oh yes!” Once she had her boots and coat on, she took Liz’s hand and led her out to the car. They needed to put their presents in the trunk anyways, so Lily opened it for Harry and grabbed out the gift bag with Liz’s surprise.

Her sister peeked into the bag and pulled the piece of lacey fabric up just a little. Instantly her cheeks went red and she looked at Lily with wide eyes. “Lily!” she squealed which just made her little sister laugh.

“You’ve been gone for a while. Thought you could give him a little surprise,” she shrugged innocently.

  Once they were outside, Harry set their presents in the trunk and then went to start the car, figuring Lily’s present for Liz was something personal and he didn’t want to make her feel weird by him standing there and watching.

Liz’s head fell back in laughter, able to tell she’d been caught off guard by the gift but was also appreciative of it. “Thank you, sis. I’ll let you know tomorrow if your present worked,” she giggled, giving the gift another quick look before hiding it back in the bag and leaning in for a hug. “He’ll definitely be surprised,” she whispered with a grin.

  “Don’t give me too many details. That’s weird,” Lily teased as she hugged her back. “I hope you enjoy it too and it makes you feel like the sexy bad bitch that you are.” She gave her one more squeeze and then she let go so she could close the trunk. Liz made her way back to the house with her gift and they waved to each other one last time before Lily climbed into the car with Harry, a self-satisfied grin on her face.

  Liz laughed and couldn’t resist giving Lily one final hug, Harry saying goodbye to her as well, before she made her way back to the house.

Once they were settled in the car, Harry pulled out of the driveway and his hand was in her lap again. “I’m taking it she liked your gift, love?”

  Lily interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a little squeeze. “I got her a floral lingerie set like mine that you like so much. She never spends money on stuff like that and thought her and her boo deserved something special tonight after being apart.”

  Harry nodded and rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand as he drove. “Oh, that was thoughtful of you. What a nice sister you are,” he smiled.

  Lily beamed and playfully tossed her hair over her shoulder. “What can I say? I keep meddling like this and they’ll be married not long after us,” she joked.

  Harry laughed and shook his head a little. “You’re really doing god’s work here. Maybe he’ll propose tonight,” he teased. It was a little bit of a drive to his mum’s house but Harry had no concerns that they’d be able to entertain themselves for the entirety of it.

  Lily laughed and shook her head. “As much as I’d love to see it, you know Liz would never rush into something like that.” Being long distance, they had a lot to work out before getting that serious, but Lily was hopeful. “They aren’t me and you. I think people were surprised it actually took us as long as it did.”

  Harry nodded with a smile. He could only imagine things would be much more difficult in a long-distance relationship. “Yeah. I was honestly ready to at a year,” he admitted as he looked ahead to focus on driving, “But thought maybe that wasn’t something to rush.”

  Lily smiled softly as she looked over at him. “Well, when you finally did it, it was absolutely perfect. It didn’t matter to me if it was one year in or two. I’ve always known that it would be you, so there was no rush.”

  Harry smiled glancing over at Lily before refocusing on the road. “Me too, lovey. And now look at us. I am so excited to be able to call you my wife,” he grinned. There was just something about it.

  Lily’s chest squeezed and butterflies erupted in her stomach at that title. “Me either,” she grinned. She brought their hands up to her lips and placed a soft kiss to the back of his hand. “My husband,” she mused dreamily.

  Harry couldn’t help but smile. They were still as crazy for each other as they were day one. Without looking, after the kiss, he cupped her face in his hand gently. “Can’t wait,” he said softly, soon arriving at his mum’s house.