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my-heart-beat-for-anime · 1 month

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Idea for a Feyd x Atreides!reader:

Where a married proposal is made between Feyd and the Reader at the time the Atreides take over Arrakis for a “peace” between the two houses but all the events of the movies end up happening and on the final battle between Paul and Feyd she tries to convince him not to fight (they have a good relationship considering feyd psychotic behaviour and what happened to her family) but he does anyway and when things start getting serious she tries to separate them but Paul accidentally stabs her… how would Feyd react and maybe she was pregnant but it wasn’t noticeable yet just to had even more drama 😅

Feel free to completely ignore this and sorry for my English it isn’t my first language 😊

HE LOVED HER

The day the last of the Atreides learned of her family's murder, Giedi Prime heard a scream so painful that even her husband's heart sank. Feyd-rautha hated and despised her at first, she was Atreides after all, she was weak, but that opinion changed when she first punched him in the nose so that it bled. He didn't love her, he knew, but he no longer despised her. He wasn't made for love, so why was his chest tightening when he heard her screams, he wanted it to stop. Rushing into her chambers, he grabbed her by the slender shoulders and shook her hard enough to make her understand that he was her only family and not weak poor house Atreides. He wanted to scream at her, but before he could open his mouth, his wife slammed her head into his face and hissed, "GET LOST" in her voice, his body and movements were no longer his, but following her orders. He was enraged by her taunting, but at least she wasn't screaming out loud anymore, the only thing that happened was the sound of the room being locked.

Although he hadn't seen his wife in days, she still managed to annoy him. The only news he had about her was from her maids. They informed him that she would never let them into her chambers, and if they insisted too much, that she would send them away by her voice. When one of the servants brought him the same news on the fourth day, he cut her throat in a fit of rage and went to his lady wife's chambers. When he reached the door, he was surprised to find it unlocked, as if she had been expecting him. Inside the room was dark and unfriendly, but what shocked him the most was the body huddled in the corner of the room. He slowly approached her, she was still dressed in the same nightgown she was in four days ago. Her hair, her beautiful hair, was greasy and tangled. And there was weariness and sadness in her normally cheerful eyes. He slowly walked over to her and knelt at her level, watching her silently. Her bloodshot eyes with black circles stared over him into the distance, as if she was staring intently at something that was not visible to other eyes. He wanted her to scream at him, he wanted her to yowl, he wanted her to hurt him, but she didn't even accept his presence yet. He held out his hand to her cheeks and only his touch called her into the presence. She looked into his dark eyes for a long time and gently tilted her head into his touch, and a solitary tear escaped her eye and slowly flowed down her pale face. At that moment, Feyd scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the next room, where a large tub was located. He gently placed her on the step that led to the tub and began to pour warm water. When the water almost reached the edge, he began to strip her of her nightgown, he found it strange that at that moment he did not feel any of the excitement that usually came with seeing a naked woman's body. He carefully carried her to the bathtub where he carefully washed her body and hair. After the bath, he dressed her in a clean nightgown and carried her to bed where he covered her with a duvet. As he was about to leave he felt her hand holding him tightly.,, Please don't leave." her husky voice begged him. And he stayed, he would always stay.

For the following years, he became her support, her protector. He was the only one she let in. She learned to love him.

So why did everything lead to this moment. The moment he held her in his arms and this time he couldn't bring her to reality. When the final fight between him and her brother was about to come, she begged them both not to do it, to realize where this would lead. She begged him not to harm her brother, to refuse the emperor's request. If only he had listened to her then, if only he had paid more attention. One moment Atreides' knife was pointing at his torso, and the next the figure of his wife was standing before him with her stomach ripped open. She fell into his arms, clutching his hand painfully. There was so much blood everywhere, he never minded blood and he had spilled it a thousand times, but her blood was never supposed to leave her body. He would never kneel in front of people, but this time he was kneeling with her body in his arms in front of a hundreds people. But one thing he knew for sure, he would never let her go. He didn't even realize he was screaming until the pain in his throat from the overuse started to sting. He tried to return her blood to her body and with it her life, but among the blood and entrails he finds a small body, the body of his child, the child that was the product of their love. Their little baby, he lost everything today, his love and their child which didn't even have a chance to see the light of day. That's when he realized something he should have realized a long time ago and told her every day that he had her by his side. He loved her, loved her hard and wildly. The pain was replaced by rage, he knew how much she loved her family, yet her brother and mother stood meters away from her, watching her corpse without remorse. He watched them hatefully with tears in his eyes, he wanted to cause them the pain he was experiencing. But just the thought that he would let go of her body and his arms made him feel tormented. And so he knelt there with her body in his arms, ignoring the approaching Atreides. He didn't even notice when the cold knife pressed against his soft neck. He didn't even realize he had lost his life, but he wouldn't mind, he wanted to follow her and their child. In a moment of darkness and nothingness, light finally comes to him. He saw her on a vast green plain, wearing a beautiful airy white dress. She turned to him and waved at him with a big smile. He rushed towards her like a mad man and gave her the deepest kiss, he couldn't even comprehend what he felt for her. He was stroking her small bump with his other hand, smiling as broadly as she was.

Feyd long ago read a quote from an author whose name had been forgotten. He had laughed at those words of love before, but now he understood their depth, he couldn't help but disagree.

" If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without even entering it,,

It was their new beginning and he wanted to start it with the words thought of when he lost her ,,I love you"

I am sorry if there are any grammar errors. English is not my first language. If you have any request i would be happy to hear it.

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mariel-g · 1 year

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Heat?!

Subby-ish Zhongli x fem! reader smut

warnings: heat cycles, monsterfucking, choking, knoting/breeding, inappropriate workplace behaviour, the TINIEST bit of rimming (fem receiving)

MINORS DNI! thanks nadine or WHATEVER

“Ms L/N! How did an old hag like you and Zhongli end up together?”

“Paimon it’s rude to call people old hags,” traveler admonishes.

You three are seated at third round knockout, watching your husband appraise some noctilucous jade at the nearest market seller.

“Well, I always had a crush on him for a long time, but never really talked to him, you see. He was always such a regal man, felt completely out of my reach, but then one day I ran into him during an...unfortunate incident.”

“Zhongli are you okay??” You whisper-shout, swiftly closing the door behind you and locking it.

Needless to say, when you walked in on him sprawled on his office floor at Wangsheng funeral parlor, his shoulders heaving in agony, you were shocked. Actually, you were beyond shocked, you were scared.

His head drunkenly turns towards you, his hazy eyes flickering with recognition.

“Dearest – please, bring me some water and close the blinds.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end from the sound of his voice. The naturally deep timbre of his voice was several octaves lower than normal, reaching a depth that would be considered paranormal.

Concerned, you start towards him but the look in his eyes makes you take a step back. The usual amber colour of his iris is now an intense shade of orange and gold, and his pupils are narrowed into slits like those of an animal.

His muscular chest heaves, exposed by the buttons that are nearly completely undone to his waist. There is a scaleyness to his forearems and the veins seem to have a golden glow to them. Is that what his arms have always looked like? He always wears long gloves so you aren't sure.

“What the hell," you whisper. Placing your hands over your mouth, you hurry to fill a cup with water and hand it to him, pushing his silky hair away from his face as you ask:

“What is happening to you?!”

When you look up your eyebrows nearly disappear into your hairline. From his hair sprouts two black horns that fade into an amber colour- much like his hair- and twist up in a beautiful arc on either side of his head.

“Heat.” He croaks out, gratefully taking large gulps of the water.

“What can I do to help? Is it like, a sickness? Should I call the doctor?’

“No..just…” He leans towards you, grasping the back of your calves with his hands. “Just come closer – please.”

You cautiously sit on your haunches, and nearly yelp when you feel his breath on your neck.

“Is this part of the treatment or…?”

Instead of answering he inhales at your throat and lets out an obscene moan that has embarrassment and arousal instantly flaming your cheeks.

“Mate with me. Please- let me satisfy you. This is the only thing that will help me," he murmurs into your neck, moving his head so that he can stare up at you with a glazed hopeful expression as he nuzzles the palm of your hand.

You choke at the crudeness of his words, unsure of how to proceed. To be completely honest with yourself, you’d always dreamed of a day where you’d be able to see this powerful man on his knees for you; begging for you. The way he’s always so controlled and polite makes you desperately want to see what he’d be like if he lost it.

Slowly, you run your thumb over his bottom lip, admiring how red and plump it is. He opens his mouth obediently and his tongue runs over the pad of your thumb. It’s long and appears forked as he trails it down your thumb and to the pulse point on your wrist, where he lightly sucks.

You press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve yourself. He’s so gorgeous that you can’t stand it and you tell him so.

“You’re breathtaking.”

At your words he preens, the slight glow to the veins under his skin increasing in intensity. He straightens to his full height and lifts you up, your back hitting the wall behind as he ungracefully sits you down on a large mahogany desk, knocking off books and corresepondents in your wake.

“I’m trying to hold myself back for you but I don’t know if I can for much longer.” He whispers, fluttering multiple kisses over your face and lips.

“Don’t hold back then.”

You kick off your heels and slowly run your feett up the leg of his suit pants. Resting your socked feet on the indent of his (slutty little) waist, you spread your legs in front of him. Allowing him to get a good look up your skirt and at your panties dampened by your arousal.

“Ahh fuck- .” He moans at the sight, roughly grabbing your hips and flipping up your skirt, exposing your underwear completely.

“Do you want to take it off?” You tease.

He growls deep in his throat in response, and you shudder. The feralness of him in this state is so sexy it makes your skin flush with heat. He bunches the skirt at your waist and slowly drags your underwear down your legs, lifting the piece of fabric to his nose and inhaling.

“Your pussy smells so good- Fuck.”

Gently lifting you off the desk, he turns you around so that you're facing the wall. “I'll make it easy for you to take me ” you hear the muted thud of knees against carpet “bend over and grab onto the desk.”

You momentarily feel his hot breath lingering on your inner thighs, kissing up the backs of your legs. You groan, trying not to buck your hips and interrupt his work.

After his kissing and teasing he fully submerges his face into your pussy. He languidly licks you from your clit to the seam of your pussy and back again before he focuses all of his attention on your bud, flicking and sucking at it with precision.

“Yes, baby,” you pant “I want your tongue inside.”

He instantly complies. He parts your folds with his tongue before stroking his way inside. Your eyes close and legs start to shake as he slowly fucks you, pressing his fingers to your clit as he rubs it, steadily working you to an orgasm.

He groans when you start grinding against his face, his free hand coming up to kneads your ass and thighs before spreading them to lightly rim your hole with his tongue. Your eyes fly open, cheeks heating at the embarrassing position and the way he happily moans while getting you off.

His mouth migrates back to your clit and sucks on it while he patiently inserts two of his large fingers into your hole, gently curling and rubbing them against your walls as you roll your hips on his fingers and tongue.

He alternates his attentions between your clit, hole, and ass until your grip on the desk tightens, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckle from the force of your orgasm. You ride his face as you cum, clutching onto any available purchase for dear life as your orgasm until it starts to slowly ebb away.

He releases your clit with a ‘pop’ and stands up, helping your shaky legs take a seat back on the desk. You sag against the wall behind the desk as you stare at him, watching the way his tongue savours the remains of your juices on his lips.

“Come closer, I want to kiss you.”

He complies, leaning over you from your place on the desk as you start feverishly kissing down his neck. You suck on his collarbone and carress under his jaw, pleased by the whimpering sounds you are rewarded with.

“Undress me now.” he says hoarsely, pulling your hair to detatch your lips.

You leap embarrassingly fast towards his pants to do his bidding. Having disposed of them, you then unbutton the rest of his dress shirt, slowly peeling it off his broad shoulders. Reverently tracing your hands over the unique gold markings etched onto his skin, your marvel at the way his muscles tense and relax as you drag your fingers over his body. If you had the chance to, you’d sit and admire his torso all day, but right now you have a pressing need to satisfy the ache that has resettled between your legs.

Moving onto his boxer briefs, you trail your hands over the waist band and cup his bulge through the fabric. It feels heavy against your hand. You pull the boxer briefs down to his-mid thigh in one swift motion.

When his cock springs out from it’s confines your jaw hangs to the floor, eyebrows scrunching up in abject horror. That belongs in an AK47 briefcase. Not in somebody’s pants.

He lowers his boxer briefs all the way to his ankles before kicking them off, leaving him standing completely naked in front of you, a sight that you were openly relishing.

“It’s not gonna fit.” you pant, softly stroking him from root to tip.

He makes a sound somewhere between a chucke and a whine. “We’ll make it fit.”

His hips start to thrust into your hands as you squeeze his cock.

“Oh, that feels...” He replaces your hand with his own, fisting his dick as his eyes train on your soaking pussy. “I want to be a good boy for you, but I can’t wait.” He grips your calves, raising them to rest on either of his shoulders.

“Do you want my dick inside you?”

You nod frantically, rubbing your lips against the head of his cock to show him how badly you wanted it.

“Say it.” He hisses.

“Please Zhongli, I want you to fuck me so bad. Need to feel you cum inside.”

A pained whimper tears from his throat at your eagerness for him before he finally sinks inside. He’s so big that it’s slightly uncomfortable as your pussy adjusts to the size of his dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he’s to the hilt he starts slowly rocking against you, making you whine as his tip massages the sensitive promimnence inside you.

His body trembles over you when you tighten around him. “Mhm sweetheart, it’s so good to be inside you- been dreaming about this, been wanting to breed you for years” he whimpers.

Inwardly, your jaw unhinges at his confession. Looks like your unrequited love wasn’t so unrequited after all.

“Need to be quiet, ‘kay?” You whisper, tenderly stroking his unruly hair from his face.

He nods and softly presses his lips to yours.

Then withdraws all the way out before slamming back into you.

He continues at this ruthless pace, using you as a fleshlight while lewd sounds pour from his lips. Your hand depart from his hair to wrap around his elegant neck, lightly squeezing when he jolts.

“Oh please y/n...thank you ma’am.” he chokes out, somehow pressing your bodies even closer together. His hands clutch onto your thighs for dear life as his pace grows irregular, his golden veins positively shining at this point.

Being able to witness the mild-mannered Zhongli succumb to such base instincts, and the knowledge that you’re one of the very few - if not only person to ever see him like this had your toes curling. When he harshly rubs his thumb against your clit you cry out, the knot of heat in your belly uncoiling as you grip onto his hair as an anchor as your orgasm rolls over you. It seems to last forever as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms you.

“It’s so good,” Zhongli sobs, “the way your pussy is milking me is so good.”

His breath is hot against your neck as he looks up at you from half-lidded eyes.

“I’m close, yn, I’m so close.” He slurs, “am gonna cum so deep inside...”

He presses you completely into the wall, folding you under him (for reference, your legs r on his shoulders and ur kinda folded like a lawn chair rn) as he lets out a depraved moan. His hips stagger once, twice, before his body completely stops, laying flush against your own as his warmth floods you.

The magnitude of cum he gives you makes you moan from the sheer eroticness. It serves as proof of his virility and desire for you.

He keeps himself balls deep inside you, his cock still twitching even as his orgasm subsides.

Post-orgasm haze fogs your brain as you allow yourself to swim contently in the aftershocks until muffled voices from outside Zhongli’s office tethers you back to reality.

“Zhongli...? I’d stay like this all day if I could but the others will get suspicious.”

“Dearest...I can’t move.”

You gasp as you feel something expand inside you - subtle at first- but soon the stretch starts to burn. Zhongli’s cock feels as though it lodges itself even deeper inside you, making it impossible for any of his semen to leak out.

“I- am I being knoted right now?” You ask in disbelief, glancing down at Zhongli who’s now pointed ears have brightened to a dark red.

“My apologies y/n, I’m afraid I am unable to control it.”

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing.

“Don’t - worry - about - it” You choke out between a fit of giggles (more like villainous cackles but let’s keep it cute). “It’s quite pleasant actually.”

The inital burn has retreated, replaced by the feeling of being perfectly filled. The intimacy of the moment charms you, affection warming your heart as Zhongli looks down at you with a gentle gaze, lightly touching his hand to your cheek. Your heart flutters a little bit.

“It will be over soon, I’m sure.”

Another fit of laughter attacks you at his words.

“I’m sure?” you echo, “have you never done this before?”

“Never, an Adeptus can only mate one person in their life.”

“oh!” you stare up at him, shocked. Of course the fact that he chose to mate you of all people makes you want to punch yourself to figure out if this is a dream or not, but his admittance of his virginity is what really has you reeling.

Althugh he is young-looking you always had a feeling that his appearance did not betray his true age. Based off of his personality and eating preferences alone you would have guessed he was at the advanced age of 70 years old and certainly not a virgin.

“Really? You’re quite handsome you know, I’m surprised you haven’t been fucked yet.”

His face morphs into a look bordering smugness and abject embarrassment. “Ah, thank you.”

You smile at him, touching your hands to his cheek as he did to you before.

“So, are we married now or something?”

Placing his hand over yours on his cheek, he leans down to press soft searing kisses over your temple.

“By human culture, yes we are married. However there is no such thing as divorce.” He says the word ‘divorce’ like a dirty curse. “You are shackled to me forever.”

“Hm, having your first time and wedding in a funeral parlor is kind of shitty then, huh.” You allow your expression to turn dramatically thoughtful. “Let’s just hope we don’t get fired.”

“ZHONGLI!!” A voice yells outside his office. “OPEN THE DOOR! IT’S LOCKED.”

His smile instantly disappears.

“Ms L/N? Are you going to tell the story or not” Paimon huffs, “you’ve just been staring into space.”

The complaint brings you back to the present.

“Paimon! Leave Ms L/N alone, she’s treating us today.”

They bicker back and forth while eating and you smile contentedly at the two of them.

Gently lifting one shoulder in a shrug, you breathe in the fresh saltiness of the oncoming wind from the harbour and revel in the lovely atmosphere of Liyue as your husband comes striding back to you with a satchel of noctilucous jade.

“Some memories are better kept to oneself.”

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Kissies and Waxed

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry) (requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Come on sugar, no need to be shy, m’your husband now. Seen your pretty pussy a handful a’times” Henry grumbled tugging on the laced back of his wife’s wedding gown, his lips dragging themselves down her neck and exposed shoulders. His larger hands coming round to subtly cup her breasts, giving them a light squeeze and jiggle.

“D-do I havta get butt naked?” She cutely whispered out, wrapping her arms around her smaller stature, her french tip nails highlighting their elegance. Having dated for a few months then eloping, Henry had definitively manoeuvred his way into her sweet tight pussy repeatedly; but for some reason tonight she was feeling shyer than normal.

“I mean i’d love to see ya, but it’s up to you” Henry chuckled, already pulling down the top of her dress, even with his words. “But you can trust me honey, don’t you trust me? love me?” Henry frowned furrowing his brows, making eye contact with her wide eyes through the mirror, the poor woman not noticing his manipulative tone.

“W-what! Of course I do! I promise I do Hen! Please forgive me” Y/n whimpered turning around in his arms, instantly feeling at ease when his burly arms wrapped around her short frame, his head resting atop hers. “I know you do sweet pea, I know” He whispered kissing the top of her head, he thought she was absolutely adorable and sexy at the same time, God he loves her so much; even if he shows it a different way than most..

“Can I take this off you sweets?”

Nodding into his chest, his fingers skilfully removed all the lace, his fingers tracing down her bare back and noticing that she was wearing nothing under the heavy gown. “No underwear? How naughty of you baby” Henry smirked softly smacking her ass softly, rubbing it with his palm afterwards.

“S’too warm n’ was too sensitive” Y/n whimpered rubbing her thighs together desperately, her face tucked away from him. “Sensitive? Why?” Henry asked confused, he hasn’t seen her since two days before the wedding for tradition, unless she had played with herself like she wasn’t supposed to.

“S-Stephanie brought me to get my private parts w-waxed” She whispered not knowing how he’d react, looking at the gown which had now pooled around her freshly painted toes, hearing nothing but his breaths starting to deepen. “So my pussy, is bald?”

Letting out a giggle at his stupid words Y/n stepped back a bit, doubling over in a giggle fit as he simply chuckled and smiled back. “What? Im serious, let me see my bald pussy” He smirked stepping forward, his eyes travelling down to see the bush that was usually on her mound, was now fully gone; instead showing off her soft smooth looking skin.

“Jesus baby, did ya do it for me?” His finger came under her chin so their eyes could meet, his lips coming closer to press a small kiss to her chin. Her hands holding on tightly to the waistband of his briefs, her lip held tightly beneath her teeth. “Yeah, wanted to be pretty for you!” She said naively smiling up at him, showing off all her beautiful pearly whites as she batted her lashes at him.

“So sweet, but you’re already so sweet n gorgeous sugar, s’just an extra present for me huh” He nuzzled his cheek against hers as he slowly walked her backwards towards their now shared marital bed, filled with new cotton sheets and velvet blankets to keep them warm during this harsh winter.

“R-really ya think so?” She whispered as he crawled on top of her, gasping as he left kisses all over her neck and chest, his lips tugging and licking at her pebbled nipples. “Oh baby trust me, I know so” He growled moving downwards to come face to face with her wet centre.

An excited smile coming onto his face as he nuzzled his face into her smooth pussy, lightly kissing its lips almost as if it was her mouth.

“s’smooth honey, still miss my woman’s bush though” He smirked keeping each hand on her breasts, his nose nudging against her engorged clit teasingly, breathing in her vanilla scent. “ill keep that in mind for next time b-bear” She whispered nodding her head seriously, Henry loved how his wife would do absolutely anything just to keep him happy, and he’d make sure she was looked after.

“Course you will sugar” Henry said more to himself, dipping his tongue in between her sticky folds, humming as he tasted her sweet self on his tongue. Not even giving her a second to adjust before his mouth is ravaging her centre like crazy, causing her upper body to sit up, her thighs clamping onto his head to keep his mouth on her. “T-too quick, oh-oh my” She whimpered out meeting Henry’s icy blue eyes, noticing the darkened lusty look in them, telling her he was nowhere near done tonight. He spat right onto her mound, making it shiny and slippery with his tongue before delving back into her hole again

Feeling her hole clench around his thick tongue, he pulled it out, giving her pussy one last tongue kiss before crawling over her; a smirk on his face as he watched her whimper and whine out. “Gotta love on my favourite pair of lips” He whispered against her lips, kissing it softly, the wetness on his lips transferring onto hers and letting her taste herself.

His tip was already prodding at her wet hole, his body knowing hers like the back of his hand. Remembering all the times he had taken her in the back of his truck, during a picnic, at the drive-in cinema and of course right on their front porch.

“A-ah” Y/n moaned out feeling Henry slowly start to inch into her extra sensitive pussy, his rough pubes scratching onto her newly waxed skin. “So sexy baby, my sweet wifey” He moaned bottoming out inside her, his heavy sac smacking against her rear softly. Wrapping her hands around each bicep Y/n felt hot tears build up in her eyes, Henry’s nestle of curls had rubbed against her clit, his balls had slapped her pussy and his fingers were toying with her nubs.

“F-feel you everywhere, I love it” She gasped out hanging her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her mouth sat agape. The tip of her tongue found itself being sucked by Henry, his mouth needing to taste her even more, he was addicted to her. That’s why he needed her, just as much as she needed him.

“Now that you’re my wife, gonna make sure you’re full of me every single day sugar, ya like that? Have ya walkin’ around our cabin drippin like a broken faucet” He growled letting go of her tongue, his mouth directly whispering the filthy things into her ear, in turn her moans were echoing in his. Her nails scraping against his back while his hips smacked into hers, her pussy being slapped continuously simultaneously.

“Fuck your pussy is going to make me cum sugar, your sweet honey pussy is going to make your husband cum” He said almost whimpering, his thrusts growing erratic and rough as he clawed at the sheets by her head, her own voice sore and hoarse as she squirted all over his messy cock.

“S-squirted?-“ Y/n looked down shocked, an embarrassed look on her face,

“Maybe this bald thing is the way to go then huh?” Henry teased before thrusting one more time, his hips still slightly grinding against her poor clit as his cum spurted in waves inside her cavern. Both of them breathing out tiredly, Y/n peppering Henry’s face with kisses, muttering out small words of ‘i love you’ ‘you deserve some kissies’ ‘my husband’

“Aw baby lemme give you a kissy since you love ‘em so much” He smiled rubbing his lips against hers, his fingers cupping her jaw enough for her mouth to pucker open, his tongue licking into it lewdly before spitting into it. A smiley look on Y/n’s face as she hugged him to her chest, giggling and squeezing him tightly, a sense of love overfilling her. Only letting go once she realised that Henry had actually fallen asleep, her big hibernating bear

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Hii can u do something fluff with daemon being in love with his grandchild. His daughter with Rhea Royce have a baby that look just like daemon and he can keep his eye of the baby.

A/N: I hope you like it! It's totally alright!

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x daughter!Reader

summary: daemon being in love with his grandchild. His daughter with Rhea Royce have a baby that look just like daemon and he can keep his eye of the baby.

Word count: 2,1K

Warnings: Fluff

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"How are you feeling?" Rhaenyra, your stepmother, asked kindly. You rubbed your grown belly with a soft smile. This was your first child and everything was all new to you but you loved every minute of it.

"I feel bloated and my feet hurt along with my back but that has not weakened my excitement" You answered. Rhaenyra laughed at your words. Being Daemon's eldest daughter and with a couple of years in between you and your sisters you were already married while they remained betrothed. You were married to your cousin Aemond a couple of years back, it was not an easy marriage nor was it out of love which id why it took you several years to conceive, Aemond and you took time warming up to each other before giving this marriage a real chance hence the babe in your belly.

"You remind me of myself when I was swollen with Jace" She patted your hand atop you belly. A smile grew on your face at the feeling of your child moving around in your belly trying to find a comfortable position inside.

"I just hope they are healthy, the maester said I have passed my due date and it worries me" Your heart filled with worry. Aemond held you bights back as you cried fearing for your child saying that he will be by your side no matter what and he would do anything in his power to ensure your and your child's safety.

"Tis normal with the first pregnancy" Rhaenyra tried assuring you. You gave her a wary smile, breath shaking and hands beginning to tremble.

"Thank you" You were grateful for her support. She may have not been your mother but she and Laena before her both embraced you as if you were their own and loved you as such as well.

That night you were more at ease when getting ready for bed with a little more discomfort than usual, however you had a smile and your mood had lifted. You spent the day with Rhaenyra and your sisters before going to the yard and watched your father and husband have a friendly spar which ended with your father wining. Lastly your entire family had supper together showing a united front and supported you with the many laughs and conversations circling around, even Aegon was on his best behaviour.

"You look happy, wife" Aemond pointed out as he slid into his side of the bed which seemed to grow smaller and smaller in the passed couple of moons. You fixed the pillows behind your back still feeling uncomfortable before leaning back against them.

"I am, spending the day with you all made me feel at ease" Your hands wrapped around your middle rubbing soothing circles to lull your child into a slumber so you could sleep yourself.

"It gives me comfort that this child will have a loving family if I were pass during labour" Your eyes filled with tears. You turned to look at Aemond by your side.

"Do not say that, you will live to see him or her grow and present them with many siblings as well" Aemond reached over to rub your bulging your stomach as well. It was after a couple of second of silence you felt a rush of water between your legs a sharp sting in your belly making you gasp.

"What is the matter?" Aemond pushed himself into a sitting position to look at you. He withdrew his hand fearing he was the cause of your pain.

"I think it is time" You responded. It was a couple of minutes later when a second rush of pain hit. There was time before it would be time to push, the maester had informed you of the steps during labour.

"I will call the maester" Aemond pushed the comforter to the side with the intend to leave the bed but you latched yourself to his arm before he could.

"Promise me first" You whimpered. Aemond's eyes filled with confusion.

"Promise me that this child will have a happy life if I were to die" You repeated. You watched as Aemond gulped looking between your eyes with his own worry.

"You will not" His voice was weak. He did not utter a singular word as your tightened your grip when a new contraction hit you.

"Promise me" You yelled shaking his arm. Your other arm was trying to sooth the tensed muscles of your stomach.

"I promise" He pushed your hand off gently and moved to the doors. You leaned back against the pillows content with the promise he made.

You did not know how many different feelings coursed through your body as you awaited the maesters arrival. Happiness, you were going to become a mother and you were going to make Aemond a father, and in public you were finally doing your duty. Excited, you were going to meet the being you and Aemond created from your love and passion, you were going to get to hold the small person who has lived inside of you for many moons now. Fear, you feared the pain and dying, you did not want to leave your child motherless. Anger, angry that Aemond did this to you and had the audacity to leave you in your room alone in so much pain.

"Aemond! Get back here!" You yelled. Aemond turned to look at you shocked as the guard stationed at your door sprinted down the corridor to bring the maester. Your face was already turning red and small beads of sweat were growing on your hairline.

"My love?" he tilted his head to the side confused. You let out an anguished yell clutching your stomach even harder. He moved without thinking to your side to help adjust you.

"Do not touch me you cunt! This is happening because of you" You pushed his hands away harshly. Aemond was taken aback by your harsh words, you have never spoken like this to him even when you were sparring, you were Rhae Royce's daughter after and it would be a shock if you did not know how to wield a sword.

"You fucker had to get your prick wet" You slapped his shoulder with all your strength which was painful. Aemond coughed with pain and shock moving away from the bed fearing your wrath and strength.

"Come back here you cunt "You hissed, your pupils were dilated and it was like you were going to be breathing fire any second, a true dragon.

In that moment the maester walked in followed by some midwives and Queen Alicent. She could see the horror on Aemond's face but his face paled when the maester moved the blanket off your lap to show your nightgown already soaked with blood some clear water.

"Her waters have already broken but seeing as the princess was not in any pain prior I believe this will be an easy birth" The maester sounded joyed. Alicent shared a tight smile with him knowing that labour was going to still hurt.

"Easy birth my ass!" You yelled attempting to kick him the face but one of the midwives stopped you by holding your leg.

"We need to wait a while until your body is ready to deliver" The maester explained. You let out an annoyed huff turning to glare at Aemond who was frozen to the side.

"This is all your fault" You gritted your teeth. Aemond looked at his mother for help but she only shrugged.

It was several hours later when your baby was finally born during the hour of the nightingale, dawn was only an hour or two away at this point. It was a healthy son and he announced his arrival by screaming his head off the second he slipped out of you and did not stop until he was placed in your arms.

"Oh my darling" You cried holding the bloodied child close to your chest. He had tufts of white-blonde hair like his father unlike your dark brown hair like your mother. You turned to look at Aemond still frozen in the same spot and held out your hand for him to take and he finally found the courage to step closer to you.

"Look at our son, is he not the most beautiful child?" You asked. You leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead before handing him to his father. Aemond's hand were shaking but he forced them to be steady when the most precious thing in his life was placed in them.

"Yes, the most beautiful child" He was mesmerised by the sight that greeted him. wide purple eyes and full cheeks.

"Looks just like Prince Daemon" One of the midwives pointed out as she helped pack some of the things the maester had brought with him. Alicent leaned closer to look at her grandchild and to your surprise a look close to disgust grew on her face.

"Yes as if you fucked your own father and birthed his son" She shivered at the thought of such a queer relationship.

"Mother!" Aemond explained shocked by the suggestion and that she even let her imagination run so wild, he knew you were faithful. This kind of relationship was queer even for the Targaryens.

"Where is my grandchild" The glaring contest was interrupted by your father strutting in with a huge smile on his face. Rhaenyra was hot on his tail moving to sit on your other side.

"Are you alright?" She asked running a hand through your sweat soaked hair with no problem or even feeling disgust unlike Alicent who at some point could not bare looking at you.

"I am alright" You assured her. Aemond handed your son to your father gently. Your father tsked as he bounced the small babe in his arms.

"A beautiful boy" he chuckled looking at you. You were grateful to have your father here to experience such a moment with you, your first moments with your child, the moment you became a mother.

"What will you name him?" Rhaenyra asked curiously. Aemond turned to look at you watching as you grinned, eyes glued at the babe in your father's arms, you were glowing like any new mother.

"Daemon" Aemond said. Your father's head snapped up to look at your husband.

"Yes?" He cocked his eyebrows confused. You gasped when you finally understood why your husband had uttered that name.

"We will name him Daemon, as it was pointed out he looks like a spitting image of his grandsire so it is only fair he is named after him as well" Aemond explained. Your father had a genuine smile on his face as he turned his gaze back to his grandchild.

"Welcome little Daemon" He laughed alongside you all. Alicent rolled her eyes taking her leave quietly.

By the third moon of your son's birth your father had asked you to move to Dragonstone at least a thousand times leaving you no choice but to agree for his sake. Aemond was happy to pack his things and leave the stinking city of King's Landing. You traveled on dragonback with Daemon strapped securely to your body and his dragonling that had hatched days after his birth was with Aemond.

Your father completely ignored your presence at the welcoming and went straight to his grandchild. Aemond laughed as you pouted now arms empty of your child and your father ignoring your existence. Of course later on your father made it up to you when Daemon was asleep.

The more Daemon grew the more he resembled your father as if he truly was his own child, he had the same forehead, nose and lips and even the eye shape. Aemond did not care for his son's looks and loved him nonetheless but rumours stills circled that you had been unfaithful to your husband with your own father but Aemond was quick to shut them down.

By the time Daemon was two you were pregnant yet again which excited the toddler. Daemon followed after his grandsire like a lost puppy most of his awake time. Your father did not grow tired of it and he never would. He would keep your son close by even during council meetings. He would take him with him to the training yard to make him watch until he was of age to sword fight himself. To say your father was obsessed with your son was an understatement. Even you birthed your second born, another son, Daemon remained your father's favourite and he was not ashamed of it.

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enam3l · 2 years

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rockstar eddie munson fuckin hates tommy lee

read all rockstar eddie munson stories at lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie

Before Dave Grohl, Eddie Munson was known as the nicest guy in rock n roll. He approached his career the same way as Alice Cooper did, he was a fairly normal dude who just happens to be a metal god although unlike Alice, Eddie didn't wear a costume - he just looked like that always.

Do you know what Eddie thought was fuckin metal? Having a wife he loved more than anything, a supportive group of friends and things he enjoyed doing that weren't snorting lines off groupies tits like the industry expected him to.

He'd ran into Motley Crue a few times. Corroded Coffin were often seated near them at award shows and various events. The first time they crossed paths was at Corroded Coffin's first ever awards show, their debut album had been nominated. Tommy Lee had sauntered past you and Eddie, looking your fiancé up and down like he was dirt and then proceeding to hit on you with a sleazy comment. That night you both agreed 'Man, Tommy Lee fuckin sucks.'

By the mid-nighties, you, Eddie and rest of Corroded Coffin and their significant others avoided crossing paths with Motley Crue. Finding their behaviour tedious and their antics pretty gross. When you'd seen on a magazine that Tommy Lee had now swept Pamela Anderson off her feet, Eddie noticed your concern. You'd both met her before and thought she was sweet. You knew Eddie had a crush on her from Baywatch and through a mutual friend you'd managed to get her to sign a poster for Eddie. He was mortified but definitely didn't mind you wearing the swimsuit to make up for teasing him.

When the sex tape came out you were both horrified for her. Disgusted by the way she was treated and scared that the same could easily happen to you and Eddie. Whilst minding his business on a day out with your young daughter, Eddie was approached by a paparazzi asking if he'd watch Pamela and Tommy's tape. Eddie's reply was asking the photographer if he was ashamed of himself, swiftly followed by a punch in the jaw. Later that day as you bailed him out, Eddie apologised profusely for losing his cool but he was repulsed at how people were treating a woman for just being with her husband, repulsed at the idea that maybe they could speak about you like that and mostly, repulsed they'd mention it in front of your little girl. You didn't care he'd done it, you'd never been prouder.

Now once Tommy Lee had assaulted Pamela that was it, he was dead to Eddie. You'd also been expecting your second baby together when it happened. The thought that a man could even think about physically harming his wife (pregnant or not), never mind actually doing it and risking his baby's life, knocked Eddie sick. The next concert Corroded Coffin had, Eddie came on stage in a tee reading 'TOMMY LEE FUCKIN SUCKS.' A bouquet of flowers was sent to Pamela along with a gift for her new baby.

By the time Corroded Coffin's third studio album came out in 1999, Eddie had made no secret about his views on toxic behaviour in the rock scene, never afraid to use Tommy as reference. The new album's cover art was a black and white photograph of you, dressed like a pin up vampire stood over an open coffin. Now, no one ever confirmed anything but fans couldn't help but notice how the body in the coffin remarkably resembled one Mr Tommy Lee.

rockstar eddie munson is my ride or die! feel free to request anything (it doesn't have to be rockstar ed)

#enam3l x eddie #enam3ls rockstar eddie #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x y/n

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mellowsadistic · 2 days

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The Flower Girl - Part 1

Grace is getting married and she’s determined not to let Jessica, her husband-to-be’s ex, ruin the wedding. But if this is her big day, why is she being dressed as the flower girl?

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Grace was walking around the reception, greeting her guests, when she spotted her out of the corner of her eye. Jessica. Grace had invited her out of politeness, but she’d really hoped the woman wouldn’t come. What was she thinking, turning up here? Surely she’d known Grace hadn’t really wanted her to be at her wedding!

She was talking with Sophie, one of Grace’s old schoolfriends, and Sophie seemed to be listening raptly to whatever it was she was saying.

Grace continued to wander around, accepting congratulations and beaming at everyone, tossing her beautiful blonde hair behind her and feeling like the prettiest woman in the room. Eventually she reached Sophie herself.

“Hi, Sophie!” she said. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Hi sweetie!” Sophie said, turning to look at her. She spoke in an oddly high-pitched, overly-enthusiastic voice, like she was talking to a nursery-schooler. “Are you looking forward to the ceremony?”

Grace didn’t know what to say. She’d been expecting Sophie to say ‘congratulations’. Why the hell was she talking in such a stupid way? “Uh, yes!” she managed, deciding it was best to just ignore her friend’s odd behaviour. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long! I hope it’s everything I imagined!”

“Awww!” Sophie cooed. Grace felt herself going red. Was Sophie mocking her? “That’s so cute! Are you going to wear a pretty dress, honey?”

“Uh, yes of course. I… In fact, I’d better go and get dressed now. It takes a while and I need my bridesmaids to help.”

“Of course you do,” Sophie said patronisingly.

“Well… See you later, Sophie!”

“Bye-bye, cutie!” Sophie waved.

Grace turned and walked away. What was that about?! She frowned, thinking. Jessica had been talking to Sophie not long ago. Could she have convinced Sophie to talk to her like that for some reason? Grace hoped the most special day of her life wasn’t going to be tainted by some stupid practical joke. But she couldn’t imagine Sophie taking part of something like that. Sophie had never even liked Jessica!

It was probably just nerves, Grace told herself, trying to push the matter from her mind. She needed to get her bridesmaids and go into the back to change into her wedding dress. She felt excitement bubbling up inside her. She’d never really stopped fantasising about the perfect wedding, ever since she was a little girl, and now she was finally getting it! And Rob was the most wonderful man she’d ever met. She flushed at the thought of her gorgeous husband-to-be. She wouldn’t see him until she walked down the aisle though. She wanted everything to be perfect.

“Good luck, Gracie!” someone said to her as she made her way through the crowd, and she smiled awkwardly back in the general direction of the voice. She hated being called Gracie - she wasn’t a two-year-old for goodness sake! But nothing was going to ruin her good mood today. She was determined of that.

She slipped past a group of guests and found the people she was looking for; Olivia, Caroline, and Annie. Her three bridesmaids. At least the three of them were acting normally. They hurried up to her the moment they saw her, looking almost as excited as she felt.

They put their heads together, giggling.

“Ready?” asked Olivia, grinning.

Grace grinned back and nodded.

The four of them moved through the guests and into a room in the back of the venue where Grace could get changed. Her wedding dress was hanging on a clothes rack waiting for her. She beamed at it. It was beautiful – pure white, of course, with a floral-patterned bodice and a flowing, floor-length skirt. Elegant and sophisticated, sexy but still classy. The perfect dress.

Grace would barely contain her excitement as Olivia, Caroline, and Annie helped her change into it. She couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror in front of her as she was steadily transformed into the bride she’d dreamed about being ever since she was a little girl.

She was almost done when Caroline suddenly said “Oh!”

“What?” Grace asked, worried something had gone wrong.

“Your veil! I think your mother has it. Or maybe it’s still in the car…”

“Don’t panic,” Olivia soothed, seeing Grace’s face. “The three of us will go and look for it. I’m sure it’s around. We’ll be right back.”

Her bridesmaids left the room, leaving Grace alone. But a few moments later, the door opened, and Jessica stepped inside.

“Hi sweetie!” she said, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Hello Jessica,” said Grace, looking at her warily.

“Don’t you look pretty!” Jessica cooed, but her eyes were sparkling malevolently. “Looking forward to walking down the aisle?”

“Listen Jessica,” said Grace firmly, “whatever it is you’re here for, whatever you’ve got planned…”

“Planned?” asked Jessica, cocking her head.

“I just don’t want you ruining things by trying to make this all about you,” Grace said coldly. “This is a very special day for me.”

“Of course it is, Gracie,” Jessica said. Her smile widened. “The wedding couldn’t happen without you!” She let out a light, tinkling laugh, and then she turned and left the room.

Grace scowled. Gracie again. And she didn’t like the way Jessica had been smiling. Did she really not have anything planned? They’d been friends once, but Grace had got together with Rob shortly after he’d broken up with Jessica, and Jessica hadn’t liked that one bit. Grace remembered Jessica screaming at her, calling her a big-titted whore who’d stolen her boyfriend.

Grace adjusted her large breasts in her wedding dress. It was true she had a better figure than Jessica, but she hardly thought that mattered. She and Rob had been meant for each other, and that was all there was to it.

What else was it that Jessica had said to her? Stupid little girls shouldn’t steal other people’s things, that was it. Grace smirked. Rob was hers now anyway. They were getting married and there was nothing Jessica could do about it. She’d only been invited in the first place because it would have seemed rude not to invite her after Grace had invited all her other old friends – it would make it seem like she was the one still carrying a grudge.

Grace shook her head. What was she doing? She shouldn’t even be thinking about Jessica right now. Not on her big day! She admired herself in the mirror, picturing how she’d look walking smoothly down the aisle on the best day of her life.

Minutes past, and her bridesmaids still hadn’t returned. But just when Grace was starting to get worried, the door opened again. She look around eagerly as Olivia and Caroline stepped into the room, but her smile faltered when they were closely followed not by Annie, but by Jessica. She was holding something white and semi-transparent in her arms. Was that stupid bitch carrying her veil?! Hadn’t she got the message that she wasn’t wanted?

But as Jessica stepped forward, Grace realised the thing she was holding wasn’t a veil at all. It was a dress. A very different dress from the beautiful, elegant, sophisticated wedding dress she was currently wearing.

“What’s going on?” asked Grace. She’d just noticed that her two bridesmaids were looking at her rather strangely. They were both smiling, but Olivia was shaking her head from side to side, like a kindergarten teacher amused by the antics of a misbehaving toddler, and Caroline was looking at her with the same sort of sickeningly sweet eagerness that Grace had seen earlier on Sophie’s face. “What are you…?”

“Come on, sweetie,” Jessica interrupted, and her eyes were glinting darkly. “It’s time to get you into your proper clothes. That’s enough playing pretend. I need my wedding dress for my big day.” She smiled broadly. “But don’t worry. I’ve found something much more appropriate for you to wear!"

#mellowsadistic

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josephquinnswhore · 1 year

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All For Love

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader.

Summary: things have changed between you and Joel since arriving at jackson. How can he make it up to you?

Word Count: 3.8k

Content Warning: angst, insecurity, mention of sexual harassment, fluff, slight possessive Joel. Joel opening up to reader. SMUTTT. Oral F! Receiving, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, joel calling reader a good girl. I think that’s it!

7 days passed since you arrived at Jackson, Wyoming with Joel and Ellie, finding Tommy and a whole community of children families and elderly made your heart yearn for more, it made you envious. The dynamic between you and Joel had shifted in the worst way, your bed unbearably cold as you lie alone with no warmth to comfort you. The cold winter air seeping through the cracks where the seal in the old window had disintegrated, the winter clothes you piled on in layers did nothing to sooth the harshness of the winter bite on your toes and fingertips.

You’re grateful that you have running water and electricity to take hot showers once a night and a lamp to read your book for half an hour before bed. Like part of a routine you always turned the lamp switch off when you heard Joel’s heavy footsteps trudging towards the house in the snow after the hours he’d been on patrol. You would wake from nightmares while he was gone, normally of Joel being attacked and getting infected, and read from 12:10 to 12:40 till Joel got home safe. Like clockwork everyday.

Joel knew what you were doing, before his feet reached the first step of the front porch your lamp was switched off, the light no longer illuminating through the curtains, he knew it was your way of saying you weren’t up for a conversation.

Admittedly Joel did shut you out first, to protect himself, his heart and integrity. Seeing you in a real house, cooking real food and doing chores while treating Ellie like your own, he felt like he was betraying sarah, it felt like he was replacing her and he had to squash the possibility of playing house and husband with you before he gave it a second thought.

Being away from you wasn’t easy, it was the opposite in fact. Joel’s heart felt like it beat slower when you weren’t around, desperately needing you around to pull it out of its depression. He missed your straight-up honest attitude, you didn’t let him get away with treating you or Ellie badly, called him out on it and made him own up and for the first time in decades, he apologised to someone. Your bravery was something he admired, your sense of confidence in your ability to protect and defend, you didn’t need Joel to take care of things for you as you were perfectly capable.

Another insecurity Joel had to worry about, even if he did want to be with you, there were no shortage of men here that had taken a liking to you, there was no reason why you wouldn’t just ditch him and find yourself a suitor to have a family with to live your dream. Your job at the bar only increased the chances of his insecurities becoming a reality.

Your fingers nimbly tied your boot lace as you hear the snow crunching underneath his boots, the familiar rhythm and heaviness of whom became all too familiar with, rang in your ears sent your heart racing in the worst way. The sky had just begun to fall into a deep shade of black indicating the end of the day, the street lights being turned on to provide some sense of direction through the town. Why was he home so early, sure you were curious but more so overcome with a feeling of dread, not prepared for an argument and not prepared to let his behaviour slide.

You worked the bar a few times a week from 6:30-9:30pm, trying to do your bit for the community, even though they claim you do enough by doing the entire towns laundry.

You made work on tightening the laces on your second boot In preparation to tying them, as his foot steps ascended up the stairs you assumed he would go to his room, they stopped right outside of your closed bedroom door. A knock on your door echoed in the lonely house.

“Ellie?” Your voice stable, knowing it wasn’t Ellie but still wanting an escape from this conversation.

The door opened and Joel stood leaning against the door frame. “Sorry to disappoint. Can I come in?” You rushed tying your lace, checking your watch. 6:15pm sure you had time, but you really didn’t have the capacity to deal with Joel right now, not when you had a whole three hours of dealing with the drunks that hit on you every night. “No, sorry. Gotta get to the bar or I’ll be late.” You pull your jacket from the cupboard and slide your arms through, providing some warmth in contrast to the cold look your face presented. “Right, right. Let you get goin’ then.” He took half a step away from your doorframe, barely enough room to squeeze by with your puffy jacket on and you nod to him, “Dinners already prepared in the fridge. Half an hour at 220. I’ve already eaten so you two enjoy.”

Lie. You hadn’t eaten. The thought of food made you sick when your stomach was full of anxiety.

The probable chance or running into the Joel was slim, but some nights they finished early and wanted a few rounds to loosen up before they head home for the night. “Hey,” Joel’s hand on your arm stopped you momentarily, your eyes finally meeting his. “You doin’ okay?” You smiled the fakest one you could conjure and he let go, “of course, just don’t want to be late. Goodnight Joel.” You were out the front door before Joel could reciprocate your farewell. Standing alone in the cold house made his heart ache, it yearned for you, it hurt you to see the bags under your eyes and liveliness absent from your eyes. Your eyes stopped sparkling and the smile only he has seen is gone, where your nose scrunches and your crows feet are visible around your eyes, teeth baring and laughter filling his ears as his favourite melody.

You get to work dreading the evening ahead of you, wanting to read a chapter of your book and go to bed, finding no solace in the environment full of drunk men yelling and one pinching your ass as you walk behind the bar. You swat his hand harshly and sneer, “touch me again I’ll fucking cut you off and you can go home by yourself you miserable prick.” He muttered as he walked off to his buddies all you heard from his mouth was ‘bitch’. Yeah, fuck off you drunk.

Your friend Jed comes to the bar and orders a shot of vodka, witnessing the interaction you just had his eyes offering nothing short of supportive, “looks like you need this more than I do babe.”

You laugh and shake your head, “nonsense Jed I need the whole bottle with the fuckin bullshit week I’ve had.” He slides the shot back to be refilled, and you fill it. “Trouble in paradise?” He questions and you look to him, dropping your facade. “Just sick of loving a man with no emotional intellect. I don’t even know if he likes me let alone capable of loving me. I’ve given up Jed and it hurts.” Your elbows find the bar and you lean your head in your hands, “maybe you need to talk it out, put your feelings out there.” You bite your lip in thought before rejecting your friends idea, “I dunno. Maybe I should just try to move on, the women here are drawn to Joel like a moth to flame. I don’t stand a chance.”

“You need to give yourself a break babe, cause I know the amount of men in this bar alone that would love to take you out is more than you know.”

You laugh polishing a shot glass before reaching for his, pouring them both to the brim with vodka before clinking them together and cheering, throwing the shot back and swallowing. “Alright matchmaker, let’s see what you’ve got.” His face reeked of mischief but you ignored it and got back to cleaning the stickiness of the bar top and trying to polish the dried water stains off the glasses.

Joel didn’t know how to fix it, he didn’t know how to have you and Ellie while keeping Sarah in his heart, he wished he knew how to figure it out.

He wasn’t expecting how helpful an overly nosy 14 year old could actually be. By the time Ellie was ready for dinner it was 9:13pm.

“You love her. You’re scared of losing her like how you lost-“ Joel glared at Ellie from across the dining table. “All I’m saying is you don’t have to feel guilty Joel. You’re allowed to be happy. You’re both miserable and it’s making me depressed so you’d better fix it. I don’t want her moving out for some weird guy down at the bar.”

Something switched in Joel, the realisation of what he felt for you, how he wanted you, the thought of you with someone else made him sick. Which led him running through the snow to the bar, receiving weird looks as he approached, the cold air in his lungs had him kneeled over trying to catch his breath.

He walked into the bar and approaches you, the stickiness of spilled beer from the floor clung to the bottom of his boots like velcro.

He sits at the bar and you look at him with wide eyes, “what can I do for ya this evening?” Using the same tone you did with the rest of the men, it stirred something in Joel that felt like he would combust. “Cut the fuckin shit. Y’know how I like it.” And without another word you poured Joel a double Whiskey no ice and slid it across the bar to him. The alcohol tingling his lips, lit a fire inside his stomach. He knew whether it was selfish or not tonight he would declare his love for you, it’s the least you deserved, an explanation instead of an excuse.

Joel sipped on his whiskey and you eyed him suspiciously, “what are you doing here Joel? Where’s Ellie?” He threw the cup back, emptying the contents and hardly making a face as he swallowed the bitter substance.

“Cant come and have a drink? Shes fine, sleepin.” The gruffness in Joel’s voice defined the underlying tiredness he was trying to fight off.

“Oh my god, Joel hiiii,” Jed greeted him with a sly smile standing next to him. “What a coincidence we were only just talking about you before,” Joel shot you a look that you ignored, glaring at Jed for throwing you under the bus. “Anyway that guy over there wants to take you home if you catch my drift, names Jerry or something.” You look over to where a middle aged man, possibly in his 30s not much older than you sat with a wide grin, waving his hand to you. He was handsome, his blonde hair framing his face nicely and those green eyes looked stunning in the lighting of the bar. Joel turned to look at the man and his body tensed, noticeably. He turned to you and sneered, “fuckin pretty boy bet he’s never worked a day in his life,” you scoff and roll your eyes refilling his glass before shouting, “last call” for drinks as you’d be closing up the bar in 5 minutes.

Apparently that attracted the pretty blonde-Jerry over. However he wasn’t interested in drinks. “5 more minutes eh beautiful, can I take you home afterwards?” Joel’s eyes are watching how you handle this interaction, jealousy fuelling every spark in his body to punch the smirk off his face, instead he does something possibly braver.

“Not happening blondie, she’s comin home with me like she does every night.”

Jerry watched you for an answer and took your silence for confirmation and sped off glaring at the two of you. Ignoring Joel, you quickly sanitise the tables and place the remaining dirty glasses in the dishwasher, they could be polished tomorrow. You were desperate to get home and be in your bed, door shut and away from Joel, he wouldn’t allow that to happen though. Not tonight. You shove Joel out the door wordlessly and he exits without a fight, you lock up and storm home, Joel beside you matching your pace with an all familiar burn in his lungs.

The front door to your house was quietly opened, the urge to run and hide from Joel was overwhelming. Wondering if you should check on Ellie, you untie your laces and kick off your boots with a huff, the full ache of your heels unrelenting even after freeing them.

Your attempt to make an escape was, well, a failure. Joel’s hand wrapped around your wrist pulling you back to face him, an unreadable expression on his face. “Let go of me Joel, now.” Your voice was steady and he shook his head, holding you to face him, “you don’t get to do this Joel! You don’t get to shut me out then speak for me when someone actually shows interest!” Joel scoffs, “he doesn’t care about you, he would’ve fucked you and left you the next morning.” You pull your arm from his grasp as tears welled in your eyes, “so what! at least he showed fucking interest in me, spoke to me, wanted to be around me.”

Joel inhaled and exhaled deeply, his brown eyes starring deep into your own, “I’m sorry..” you froze. Joel is, apologising? You listen, waiting for him to continue, “it ain’t right what I’ve been doin’. Just seeing you in this house it’s.. hard.” You frown and your heart sinks, he doesn’t want you around, living in the same house as him. “I can pack..” Joel shook his head, “Its not like that. It reminds me of before, with.. Sarah. I want you, this. I’m scared of forgetting about her, her face.”

Joels brown eyes glistened as tears welled in his lash line, eyelashes wet and his body slightly slumped as he began to sob quietly. Your arms embraced Joel and held him to you in an attempt to ground him, his head on your shoulder you swayed back and forth attempting to find some comfort, he was going to spiral into a dark place if you didn’t. “She would be proud of you Joel. For helping Ellie, saving her. She would be proud of the man you’ve become.” Your waist felt bare without Joel’s hands on them and he held your face, love pouring from his eyes and holding you close to him.

“That guy at the bar I- I couldn’t stand it, seeing you be available for other guys. Want you to be all mine.” You lean into Joel and kiss him, “I’m all yours, Joel.” It starts slowly as you both explore each other but quickly becomes heated and more fast paced in a fit of passion, his teeth graze your bottom lip and you moan into the kiss. Joel’s hands find your ass and lifts you up and you squeal in surprise, a smile on your face, a genuine smile that Joel had missed seeing.

He thanked his arms for not giving out on him in his weakening state accompanying his old age- as he carried you up the stairs to his bedroom and falls as his legs hit the back of the mattress forcing him down, your body still clung to his on top of him. He breaks the kiss and your bodies are heaving, gasping for air as you stare at each other hungrily.

“Wanna treat you real good darlin’, if you’ll have me?” You nodded and Joel smacked your ass harshly, “use your words darlin’, need to hear you say it.” Your cunt clenches around nothing as Joel demands your verbal consent.

“Y-yes please-please Joel.” You stutter begging for him to touch you, “since you asked so nicely darlin’”, your nipples uncontrollably hardened and the ache in your cunt begging to be tended to. Joel unzips your coat and pulls your shirt up over your head, kissing all over your neck down to your collarbone nipping and leaving bruises down to the top of your tits.

Territorial bastard.

His eyes admired your bra before discarding it and immediately toying with your breasts, tweaking pinching and meeting his lips to roll his tongue around it to stimulate you. His warm hands explore the curves of your body, touching and tracing shapes over your skin lightly enough to tickle sent goosebumps over your skin.

“Wanna show you how much you mean to me darlin’,” you nodded and circled your hips, grinding down onto his rock hard cock being restrained by two layers.

Joel flipped you to your back and shushed you, “it’s okay baby, ‘m gunna look after you.” His mouth leaving hot wet kisses from your torso to your cunt, your body feeling hot and trembling in anticipation. Joel’s hot breath on your cunt was enough to have you bucking your hips into nothing, desperate to be touched, whimpering to him, “please Joel, please, please touch me.”

His mouth attached straight onto your clit and the moans that left your mouth sounded heavenly to Joel. “Fucking pussy tastes so good darlin’.” He groaned into your cunt making you twitch into his face, hands finding their way into his greyish hair and giving it a small tug, Joel’s hips grinding against the mattress at the action. Once he saw you were dripping, he slipped a thick finger into your hole and started pumping, slightly relieving the full ache that rested in your stomach for too long. Your hips met the thrusts of his finger and expertly he added another causing you to throw your head back onto his pillow, moaning and savouring his smell. You could feel the tension building in your stomach as he fingered your cunt, curling them perfectly into the puffed up tissue while his tongue rolled around on your clit. Moans leaving your mouth louder and more frequent as you chased your high. “Please Joel- harder, harder. Fuck yes daddy!”

“C’mon darlin, that’s it. That’s a good girl, cum for daddy.” Joel calling himself daddy was the last push you needed before you came undone, “fuck-fuck Joel! Fuck I’m coming,” your legs trembling and body feeling as if it were made of gelatine and your ears ringing were happening simultaneously as a result of your orgasm.

Your chest heaved trying to catch your breath, coming down from your high, “please Joel, need you in me so bad, need your cock.” You begging, desperate for his cock made it twitch, unbuckling his jeans and kicking off his jeans you made a motion with your hands to come closer. He complied. Your hands traced the buttons of his long sleeve shirt before looking up at him through wet lashes, “can I?” Joel hesitated, insecurity creeping up but he pushed it away and nodded. You unbuttoned the buttons one by one, making sure he was still comfortable, pulling his shirt off his arms and tossing it onto the floor with the rest of the pile. You gasp looking at him and Joel’s ears turn red with embarrassment. “Know I’m not the best lookin anymore but-“ you cut Joel off with a kiss, shutting his insecurity down. “You’re so beautiful Joel.” You caress his chest and pecks before kissing them, the heat that surrounded your face was comforting, you twirl his chest hair in your fingers, taking him all in.

“Want you and only you Joel. Fuck me, please.” Joel obliged, pulling his briefs to his knees letting his cock spring freely, the cold air making it twitch. A gasp left your lips as you saw him, he was huge. It was the most perfect cock you had ever seen. “I know darlin’, you can take it. Promise you.” You whimpered and nodded as his tip rubbed up and down your entrance, pushing the tip in slowly and stopping halfway to let you adjust. Your face was scrunched up in pain and Joel kissed your lips tenderly, “gotta breathe darlin, I’ll wait for you.” You took some deep breaths ignoring the burn in your cunt as Joel stretched you out. Eventually getting used to the feeling you wrap your legs around the back of his thighs encouraging him, he pushed in till his balls were up against your ass, your cunt taking his cock, swallowing it greedily.

“Ff-fuck darlin’, pussy so fuckin tight and wet fuckkkk, this all for me huh?” You nodded pathetically, “all for you Joel, only for you.” Joel grunted, pulling his hips back and slamming it back into your sopping warm cunt, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix gently, enough to cause a gentle sensation of pain and pleasure. The tightening in your stomach began building embarrassingly quick as Joel fucked you, his large hands gripping your hips, groaning at the feel of you. “Fuck! Joel fuck ‘m gunna cum! Wanna cum on your cock daddy please.” You became a sobbing mess beneath him as it all became too much, completely cockdrunk and blabbering as if no thought could rationally form in your brain. Joel mercilessly pounded into you, riled up even more, loving the sight of you trembling, sobbing and completely delirious at the feel of his cock.

“That’s it baby, good girl-such a good girl taking daddy’s cock, my girl gunna cum for me? Come on darlin’ cum on your daddy’s thick cock,” your entire body trembled as you reached your orgasm, writhing under Joel within his grip, face stained with your tears and mouth swollen from biting your lip. Screaming his name like a prayer, “yes-yes FUCK! YES Joel fuck please-please cum in my pussy, fuck need it so bad daddy.” Joel’s balls twitched at how you begged for him, his release instant after, “fuck darlin’ love you so much.” He shot his warm cum into your cunt, knowing it would invade your womb in search for an egg. His body stuttering as he huffed trying to catch his breath, his cock going soft inside you. He kissed your lips and pulled out, his cum dripping onto one of the three blankets on his bed.

Joel returned with a warm washcloth and wiped you and himself clean. Walking to his closet, he pulls out a large sweatshirt of his throwing it on the bed in front of you, finding clothes of his own to wear to bed. You put on the sweatshirt, smiling as you inhale Joel’s fragrance. “Got cum on your blanket by accident.” You mutter in embarrassment, redness overwhelms the natural colour of your skin. He lets out a small laugh, “lucky I know a real pretty girl that does the laundry.” You huff out a laugh and lie down next to Joel, pulling the blankets ontop of you, “daddy, eh?” You smack his arm and he holds his arms up in defence. “I love you too Joel, now turn around, wanna hold you.” Joel complies and turns with his back facing you, you hold him in your arms the warmth radiating him lulling you to sleep. You wondered what the town would think of Joel “the badass” miller if they knew he was the little spoon. The thought amused you, but you loved your little secret.

#joel miller #joel tlou #joelmillerfic #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #Joel x you #daddy Joel #smut #joel the last of us #pedropascal

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All Yours

Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

notes: i don't even know how to properly use this app and I'm not a good writer I'm still learning. so expect grammatical errors and typos. i literally cannot do this i think about him every single second of the day.

neytiri doesn't exist here I'M SORRY i love her sm and i feel so bad but fr tho girl don't know what to do with all that Imao. sorry girl but you HAVE to share. and this is purely just smut so there's no specific background of the characters.

summary: In which Jake reminds you that he only belongs to you.

warnings: alcohol consumption, jealous reader, reader almost beating up some bitch, lack of using y/n cuz that shit turns me off, extremely soft!dom jake, shy reader, reader is drunk, sexual confessions, this is so filthy, oral fem!receiving, face-sitting, squirting, overstimulation, reader cries from pleasure, LOTS of fluff, praise kink, jake finds reader so adorable, extreme size kink, possessive behaviour but it's fluffy, they're just so in love, established relationship.

“If i ever hear you talking about my husband like that again, I'll cut this damn braid off that you're not gon' be able to think about any man ever in that dumb little brain of yours.”

Jake's eyes widen as everyone gasps. it hasn't even been five minutes since you left him with his warriors, saying you were gonna get drinks. he didn't even wanna come to this stupid party in the first place, but seeing you so excited for your friend's birthday and the fact that he can't let you be drunk out here all alone was enough reason for him to get along.

there you were, with your left hand tightly tugged around a girl's queue and your other hand pressing her wrists together on her back. you softly slam her head on the tree as you speak. the people can't do anything but watch since they all knew about your deep hatred for the girl for flirting with jake every chance she gets from the beginning.

normally you wouldn't care since this happens everyday. almost all of the pandora girls had their eyes on him since he arrived, even the mated ones. and you can't really blame them because you've been drooling over him too. but since you knew your feelings were reciprocated, the rest is history.

you, on the other hand, is no different. boys literally fight everyday to get a chance to court you. but then you and jake mated and no man ever dared to touch toruk macto's mate since jake always makes sure the whole clan knows that you're taken, that you belong to him. and now you guess it's your time to express that the olo'eyktan too, is yours and yours alone.

your eyes slightly red under the influence of alcohol as your thoughts go back to how she giggled talking about all the intimate positions she wants jake to put her in. well what she didn't know was that you and your mate had tried each and every single one of them already.

your ears perks up at your mate's voice calling your name and you turn to see jake walking fast towards you. he pulls you from the girl and checks your body for any bruises. your gaze softening as you look at his worried state but quickly turns into a frown when he apologizes to everyone for you and put his hand around your waist, proceeding to walk you home. but you don't say anything because of your lack of energy and the effect of alcohol making your knees weak as you hiss softly.

“are you okay, baby?” jake asks you now that you both are away from the crowd. your knees only getting weaker at his voice almost losing your balance. that goddamn pet name. and the way he says it so casually. his arm tightened around your waist as his other hand comes up to hold your tiny one at his side helping your body up. you feel hot at his touch and barely processed his question.

he hums looking at you who's completely looking down, too flustered to look at him, the pandora ground suddenly being interesting. no matter how much intimate you two have been, you can't help but be shy in these moments. eyes looking at his hand that's holding your tiny one. both of your hands would easily fit in his one palm. looking at those slender fingers reminds you of those nights when he showed you what they were able to do, what places they were able to reach.

your small steps suddenly stops as you remembered his question, “no.” you whisper just enough for him to hear, as you squeeze his hand. you take a deep breath and look up at him, and jake swears, he's never seen such an ethereal being as you and he still couldn't believe that you were his. he patiently waits as you try to speak but kept getting lost in his gaze.

“carry me.” you don't know what got into you as you say your words loud enough for him to hear, suddenly feeling the need to be closer to him. he doesn't hesitate as he proceed to pick you up in bridal style but you stop him and stand in front of him with his hands still around your waist. he gasps when you suddenly jump wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands immediately tighten around your hips to hold you up, afraid you might fall. “like this.” you say near his ear as his breath hitches feeling your own.

“but we're in public sweetheart,”

“and? we're not doing anything?”

you press yourself harder against him and bury your face into his neck. he starts walking and you can't help but notice how strong he is, again, carrying you like you weigh as a feather. you wonder how he felt when he saw your jealous state moments ago. did he find you hot and wanted to kiss you right there just like you did whenever he showed his possessive side? or did he just think that you're an insecure annoying bitch?

him on the other hand though, he sure as hell went with the first one. and he's gonna make sure you know that.

“you do know that I'm all yours right?” and he even dared to press a quick kiss on your shoulder after saying that, like a fucking cherry on top. you almost let a moan out as you unintentionally pressed the specific part of your body between your legs against his pelvic bone, your thighs slightly shaking at the friction. and that alone was enough for jake to know what was up.

he smiles as he gives more kisses on your shoulder and you whine when he starts pressing your body to his. his ears twitching when dick hardening moans of his name fell off your soft lips. “shh, we're here baby,” he walks past the entrance of the tent that you both share. he sits down on the mat and attempts to lift you off his lap before you straddle his thighs again. “no! stay.”

you swipe your thumb against his lips before eagerly kissing him. he returns the same energy, you both only stopping to take breaths. “gotta clean you up baby, aren't you tired?” he asks and you can only shake your head as you're too busy biting and kissing his neck, you smile when you feel his cock right under you. you're sure that your loincloth is soaked as you grind on him.

he feels like he might accidently fuck your brains out right here from the way you're grinding your cunt on his very much hardened dick. he can literally feel how wet you are from the way your slick's transferring through your loincloth to his own. and the way you're marking his body up isn't helping either. especially when he knows why you're doing it all considering usually, he's the one who does it. but he held back, letting you do whatever you want to him.

but when he notices you getting rougher with your ministrations, “are you in heat baby?” he jokes. and you stop momentarily to look him straight in the eyes, making sure to let him see your lust filled ones. “I'm always in heat for you jake,” little smooch to his lips before continuing, “just want you.” you pant against his lips as if you just ran a thousand miles. “want you so bad.” and you're back on his lips. and god it's turning you on even more that he's just under you, taking all that you give.

“you have me, sweet girl.” he says before pressing his lips to yours harshly. and that made you pull away looking at him taking deep breaths. you want him to know how fucking deep he got you in love with him. so you start, “Jake...”

“yeah?” he responds, all ready to hear you out, so ready to take whatever you're willing to give him. your grip on his shoulder tightens at the simple yeah, it's almost embarrassing that he knows the effect he has on you. must he really do this to you? for fuck's sake, you're willing to give him all of you, your heart, your mind, body and soul. hell, you would even die for him without thinking twice if it comes to any certain circumstances.

“you know, you are so beautiful, so so, so—” you emphasize each word, making sure he hears what you're saying. you can barely hear yourself as you struggle to speak. you feel like you're dreaming, and you wish to live in this dream forever. he encourages you, drawing tiny circles on your thigh with his thumb.

you cup his face in your hands and he leans into your touch. he smiles as he watches you adoringly tracing your fingers through each of his freckles. you fight the sudden urge to bite his lips until he bleeds into your mouth when you runs your thumb on his under lip, not that he'd mind.

“I love you, i love you. so, so much. it's too much sometimes I can barely feel myself, you're everywhere, I feel you everywhere, it's overwhelming.” your eyes are completely set on his lips and you know he's watching you, observing your every movement.

you throw yourself even closer to him, pressing your body impossibly hard to his own. “I want you close, always. I just want you to never leave me. I want you to hold me like this forever. I just—” your hands travel down to his chest, to his broad shoulders and to his thick and veiny arms, before coming down to his hands that are placed securely on your hips, thumbs grazing the dip of your waist.

you take one of his hands into your own, bringing it up between the two of your bodies. you wrap your small fingers to his pinky, admiring the difference before you place the large hand above your left breast, right where your heart beats for him.

Jake feels like he's the one who's drunk, he's never seen you this vulnerable before. it's not that he doesn't know about your feelings for him, you're literally the love of his life. your mind is connected to his own. even without making the bond, he can tell how you're feeling just by taking one look at your face. you're like an open book for him, so easy to read.

now looking at his hand, you took a deep breath before continuing, “when you're away and I'm home early, and I'm feeling—” you almost choke on your words and his smile only widen. you're so adorable, “needy? for me?” he coos. you nod shyly, “ye—yes, for you.” you stutter.

he hums, urging you to go on, and you do. “I try to do it like you do.” your voice now coming out slow and quiet. he always found your shy demeanour amusing, “do what? touch yourself?” he teases you even more when he sees that you started grinding down on his thigh, a movement so insignificant that only a person who's watching you as intense as jake can notice.

“hm-mhm, and it doesn't feel good, actually, it's nothing compared to what your fingers can do!” you whine, small fingers tightening their hold on his hand to show him what you mean, “and even if it does, I don't like it. I only want you to do it.” and jake curses internally.

“well it's a good thing you have me then.” with that, his hand slowly crawls out of your tiny palms to make their way between your legs. and your mind slowly goes insane as your arousal takes over your body. his hand disappears inside your loincloth before placing his thumb right on your clit directly, your body stiffening when he does so.

“it's all yours baby, I'm all yours. every part of my body belongs to you.”

“all mine?”

“yes, all yours.”

“all mine?” again. say it again.

“yes, baby. all yours. my fingers, my thighs, my mouth, my tongue, my heart and my cock. it's all yours, doll. I'm all yours.”

not a single sign of hesitation in his voice as he referred to all parts of his body that he let you use and own. he would repeat it all a million times and more if you wanted him to.

you thought you would last at least ten minutes before he makes you snap. “undress me.” you order before smacking your lips to his own. he was taken a back by your sudden demand but obliged nonetheless.

when you're fully naked, you try to lift yourself off of him so that you can submit to him and show him that you belong to him too. excitement rushing through your veins as you can't wait for him to dick you down like you're his personal whore.(you are).

that, was until he gently placed you back down on his lap. “I can't, I'm too tired.” he doesn't reply and instead, he lays himself down before moving you further up. what? and before you knew it, he somehow manhandled you into sitting on his stomach. what's happening? you thought he wanted you to ride him? but the next words that flew from his mouth made your jaw wide open.

“sit on my face.” he didn't have to say it. cocky bastard, you're so damn sure that he just wanted to get a reaction out of you. he can literally make your body move however he wants. he could've just sat you down on his face if he so desperately wants it, but no. he just had to say it, with such a seductive voice that it made your body filled with need.

the mere sound of him saying it was enough to make blood rush into your cheeks. it was just so lewd and tainted, both of your palms come up to cover your face while jake chuckles at the sight. you can lie and say that you don't wanna do it, but your body is already giving in. he can feel your wetness literally dripping down on his abs.

“I can't. I'll crush you.” your voice so small and fragile, full of uncertainty, and it only fuels him to prove you wrong.

“I'd like to see you try.” he says with a smug face. the act wasn't unfamiliar to you, Jake has eaten you out plenty of times before. it's just the position. you don't know how'd he even come up with that, you can only guess it's some sort of sky people stuff.

“c'mon baby, up. want you on my tongue baby, please.” there he is, he knows you'll eventually give in. he knows you'd do anything he asks and now, he's asking—no, more like begging to pleasure you? fuck, one must be fucking mentally insane to not want jake sully's face between their thighs.

you find yourself fantasizing about it even though your mate is literally waiting under you to make your fantasy come true. you both haven't been giving that much time into foreplay lately, though jake always insists on getting you ready for his cock with his fingers stretching you out. so eager to just feel each other, considering you both being busy with your duties all day.

but when you do it though, you both get so into it, especially jake. he makes it feel like it was the actual sex. you would beg for his cock and eventually give up, knowing he wouldn't stop until he's fully satisfied. so many nights, he's fingered you to sleep, keeping them inside your warm walls for the whole night, you'd wake up so guilty that you passed out on him without having him inside you. but he would quickly get you out of your thoughts, curling his calloused fingers inside you, still soaked with your cum, “morning, princess.”

but you can't blame him, you're just too beautiful. it arouses him, to watch you fall apart for him from the simplest touches. going down on you has always been one of his most favourite activities to do. sometimes he feels like he doesn't even need to fuck you. he could easily get off just from eating you out without touching himself.

he loves it. the way you'd desperately grab his hair and rut onto his face as he does everything in his power to get you off the edge. pushing his face into you as deep as he can, your slippery entrance swallowing his tongue inside, nose putting just the right amount of pressure onto your clit. these are moments where he gets the privilege of drowning in you. he can see you, hear you, smell you, taste you.

while you were distracted, he's already moved you up to his face, legs spreading on either side of his head, it's only when you feel him kissing your sticky clit, that you notice everything. your hips moves away almost immediately, it feels so lewd. but you can't go far of course, with the way his hands are gripping your hips, keeping you in place.

and Jake being the best mate he is, realized he's going too fast. so he takes his sweet time teasing you, trailing sloppy kisses closer to your core. his nips and licks at your arousal that are dripping down your thighs. “shh it's okay, i promise.” his eyes drinking up the way you pussy glistens and clenches around nothing as he smirks against your inner thighs. he knows you'll be begging to get his tongue inside you within minutes.

when he feels you getting relaxed, “that's my girl.” that was all he said before he hungrily nudges his nose against your swollen bud, taking a deep sniff of your arousal. his eyes are tightly shut when he smells your sweet scent. he takes the pink muscle out of his mouth before tracing the length of your cunt with it.

he starts to roll your hips on his face causing deep moans to come out from the both of you. the way he eats you is so, slow and sensual, as if you're the most expensive dish in the world. he takes his time with you, and it makes you feel even more frustrated. he rocks you against his face, tongue eagerly lapping up the essence coming out of you. “taste so sweet.” Jake mumbles, pressing a long kiss to your clit earning a loud breathy moan out of you.

his grip on your hips loosens from time to time willing to let you take control. he needs to keep his hands on you to not touch himself, it was supposed to be about you and he's making sure it stays that way. eyes tightly shut as he tries his best to ignore the ache between his own legs and he's not gonna lie, his cock is now so sensitive that he's sure the slightest touch against it would instantly make him cum, you just taste that good for him. but he ignores it, his full concentration only on you as his brows furrowed, focusing on your release.

but you can't. the moment you realize he's not guiding you anymore, you're lost. you're completely lost, your hips losing rhythm as your built-up orgasm is rudely interrupted by no other but you. you know he just wanted to let you know that you have complete control over him, that you can ride and use his face however you want.

it's not the same doing it all on your own. usually, you wouldn't even know anything, mind blank as you just lay on your back, letting him do all the work because you knew he'd take care of you. and he does. but now that you are the one who's doing it, it doesn't feel the same. it doesn't feel good.

so you just can't help but writhe above him not knowing what to do, your dripping cunt hovering above him now, ready to get up. your lover figures you just needed a break so he slowly hums against you leaving trailing kisses on your thighs. you can't even talk because of how frustrated you are, so you use your actions instead.

with shaky hands, you slowly catches his hands that are threatening to crawl away and place them back on your hips, right where they belong. “please...” was all you could mutter before he realised what you wanted. he raised his head enough to reach your pussy and pressed a soft kiss on your clit. he smiles against you, god she's gonna be the death of me. your actions arouse him even more, letting him know that you want him to make you feel good, you want him to do it however he wants and you'll take it without a single complaint.

“I love you.” he mumbles into your pussy, before slowly sinking you down back on his face. you jolt as he kisses your cunt slowly as if he's trying to savour every moment. and the truth is, he is, he doesn't want this to end ever. he knows you wouldn't have agreed to do this if you were sober, too shy. but god he wishes you were drunk all the time so that he can be smothered between your thighs, eating his favourite meal all the fucking time.

he kisses your labia the same exact way he kisses your lips, pulling at it before exploring your folds with his tongue. the wet sounds of him kissing your clit and muttering things to it makes your head spin. “so pretty,” smooch “so good...” smooch “doing so good for me.” followed by his loud moans sending electricity right through your cunt.

when your moans get louder, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease your hole pushing it in slightly before pulling it out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. he feels you move above him trying to get his tongue inside you. he chuckles as he looks up at you to see his favourite sight. eyes tightly shut as you grind down on his mouth using the guidance of his hands.

and that's when he suddenly stops. your eyes cracked open, immediately looking down to see if he's hurt. “I-I'm sorry, are you hurt?” your folds hovering his face once again. and you were met with an unreadable expression of your mate before he pushes your knees up, putting you into a squatting position above his face. no way. “keep your eyes on me. I need you to look at me while i pleasure you yeah?”

and with that, he sticked his tongue out and quite literally slammed you down on his face causing the pink wet muscle to slide inside your hole, earning a loud moan from you at the sudden penetration of his tongue. you unconsciously try to pull away, the pleasure being too much for you. but he only pulls you back down making a wet slapping sound.

you obeyed his command and kept your eyes on his that are looking straight at you, half of his face buried under the weight of your cunt. he bounces you on his face and twirls his tongue inside you. at this point you don't even care anymore because it felt unbelievably good. your legs were spread wide for his face to settle in between, it fits so well. jake thinks this is right where he belongs and he wishes to stay like this forever.

you moan his name as he moves you up and down, smearing your arousal that keeps oozing out of you on his face. he sticks his tongue as deep as he could before pressing his face into you, nose nudging against your bud. he works two jobs between fucking you with tongue and sucking the life out of you from your clit.

it doesn't take you long before you are trembling above him, chanting his name like a prayer. you would've lost your balance long ago if it wasn't for his strong hold around your thighs. he focuses on your clit, flicking the sensitive button with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck.

he presses his tongue flat against your sore pussy before he shakes his head side to side, the movement being hard and fast to give you that pleasurable vibrating friction. soon, he feels you lose it, hands coming to his hair to pull at it, hard. hips desperately trying to move away from his unresting mouth, indicating him that you're about to reach your high.

final and the loudest scream of his name fall from your lips before you completely and utterly lose it. you're sure the whole world of pandora heard you, but you both couldn't give a fuck less about that. in fact, jake's proud of it. he feels your cunt dripping into his mouth and he pulls away just for a millisecond.

“yes baby. such a good girl, gushin' into my mouth oh—” he cuts himself off, lapping up the mixture of your slick and his spit that streams out of you. your lover moans into you, dipping his tongue into you once again, to get more of your sticky liquid. his hand coming up to rest on your stomach, thumb lazily drawing circles on your slick coated clit. he knows you're sensitive but he wants more.

he still tries though, fucking into you slow with his tongue, helping you through your orgasm, hands patting your thighs for comfort. you wait for him to stop so you can get off, but he doesn't. his hold on you only getting tighter as he spreads your thighs even wider. his chin comfortably tucked between your ass cheeks from how deep he's pushing his face into your cunt.

he keeps you plugged full with his tongue, letting you ride it as if it were his fat cock, causing your slick to drip down his tongue directly into his mouth as he gulp the sweet essence down his throat.

you feel like you might die, you thought it was gonna be like a one time thing. you hear him hiss for a moment before he's tugging your legs to his arms. hands holding the underside of your thighs, and then he lifts you off of the bed. you can barely feel your toes touching the mat, your whole body weight on him as he finally reaches his goal by making you actually sit on his face.

your ass resting on his chin as he impatiently buries his face into your warm cave. you want to squirm away and just stop everything because never once in your years of living, did you ever think about actually sitting on someone's face, specifically jake sully's. but you knew better than to move, too afraid that you might hurt him. and even if you tried, he would just yank you back down to where he wants, anyway.

even though you are on top, you don't have much control over this. well, he tried to let you, but you both knew that you've always preferred his way of doing things. tears are starting to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, but you love it.

you love the way his face fits between your legs just right, mouth pressed to your pussy like a human on pandora with an oxygen mask. you would laugh if you weren't just as desperate, with the way he's acting like he might die if he stops, groaning loudly when you try to push his face away, even if just for a second.

you look down to see if he's comfortable but when you did, he's not even looking at you anymore. eyes tightly shut in concentration as he drinks up your slick. it's almost like he's enjoying this more than you are. he rocks you hard against his face, using every muscle to stimulate your core to death.

even though you're a little concerned, this was no surprise to you. Jake has always been wild when it comes to sex. you'd known that since the first memorable night you two had shared. he never even let you spend your heats alone. and for that reason, you rarely touched yourself but mostly because you never felt the need to. he always kept you full and satisfied, even had his little inside joke that he's gonna need his wheelchair back, not for him, but for you.

my jake's so mesmerising, you think. it was a sight, seeing such a pretty face coated and smeared with your arousal. it boosts your ego, seeing a powerful man that so many people bow down to, between your thighs with you sitting on his face, worshipping you like a goddess, so desperate to pleasure you.

and just like that, he coaxes three more orgasms out of you in just a tiny amount of time that it's almost embarrassing.

your throat is sore just like your little clit that's still in jake's mouth. you're sure that he must be hurting too, he didn't even do anything or let you do anything to get him off. he just lets himself suffer and you don't know how on earth is he able to be still so collected, acting like he doesn't have a very angry dick to calm.

even though you can barely open your eyes, tears streaming down your face, thin coat of sweat covering your skin, panting like a dog with your tongue rolled out, you love what's happening, though you'd never say it out loud.

before you know it, two thick slender fingers are plunging into you, making you scream. “c-can't 'nymore! too much. too much!” you can't even form proper words because of the tongue, that is now relentlessly working on your sensitive and overstimulated clit. the way he's fingering you isn't what he normally goes for, it's hard and rough, almost like he's chasing for something.

he watches your hole welcomingly sucking his digits in. “I know, i know. just give me one more baby, just one more then we'll be done.” Jake once again gets you to obey. you feel so small above him as you chant, Jake. Jake!

“Jake! something's coming! I—” he hopes it's what he thinks it is. “shh, let it go baby, I'm right here. I'm gonna take care of you.” and you do just that. and it happens. he feels your whole body shake and your thighs pressing together above his face before he splitting them open again, not wanting to miss the sight he's been dying to see.

jake watches in awe as the clear liquid squirts out of you, pushing his fingers out from how powerful it was. eyes widening as you pour on his face and rolling down his neck and chest. some of it even getting into his mouth, letting him taste your immense amount of pleasure.

he traps your sore clit into the gap of his two fingers and he shakes it as the remaining juices sprays onto his face. and jake fucking whimpers into you as if he's the one who's being pleasured. "so good for me, fuck, yeah just like that. so sweet." your small body shaking and writhing above him was such a pleasing sight. and he's still shocked by the fact that it was all because of him.

he keeps you firm on his face, tongue slowly licking your sore pussy still, making sure you fully rode out your orgasm. he looks up at you just to see your pained expression, you're crying. what the fuck. he lifts you gently off his face, sitting you back down on his lap.

you let a whine out from the friction when the bulge from his crotch touches your sensitive button, which he backs off when he realises. he panics when he sees that you still haven't opened your eyes. “hey, hey! baby...” you smile like an idiot when you hear the familiar sweet like honey voice.

“look at me?” he pleads.

your eyes slowly open but you still keep your head down, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes after what you just did as you mumble a few sorrys' and sob through whatever you were saying, still too fucked up to process anything. but jake wasn't having it. so he starts “look at me,” grabbing your chin up to make eye contact. “you did so good, such a good girl for me. I'm so fucking proud of you. I love you baby, you were so fucking hot you know that?”

now, his voice is clear, you're sobering up, as if he'd just sucked all the alcohol out of your cunt. he reaches for the bowl full of water on the side of the bed and brings it near your lips, giving you no other choice but to drink.

your gaze finally lands on his face and Jake almost let a giggle out from how you completely dipped your head back down. well, how can you not when his face was completely soaked with your cum, your arousal dripping down his face like sweat. he spares you, rubbing your slick off his face with his forearm.

you're sobering up. god, what do i do? a million thoughts runs into your head, eywa please. the way he's looking at you as if you're the only woman to exist in the whole universe, it's not fair, please stop. you beg.

shoving your thoughts away, you lean in. your eyes trailing down to his body, landing on his loincloth, fully soaked with his- wow did he just? you catch a glint of shyness on his face. you tug at his bottom, seeing that he's still rock hard. “no, I'm okay. you need to sleep.” so what? that was it?

“I don't wanna sleep.” you glare, continuing to untie the string on his loincloth.

“princess, you don't have to.” he insists. bringing your hands back in front of his face before pressing kisses on each knuckle. he scoops you up as if you're some doll and lays you down. you don't wanna lie, of course you're tired. but you at least need to feel him, so you try. you pull him by the neck so that he falls on top of you.

“you said you're all mine...” you pout and jake's eyes soften.

“I came just from eating your sweet cunt baby,” you slam your eyes shut from his words. god why? he's so shameless with it too.

“completely untouched.” it makes your stomach filled with guilt as much as it fills you with butterflies.

he buries his face into your neck, which had become his comfort place on your body. you notice that he does it often, whenever he's tired, upset or frustrated. he heavily breathes into your skin as if he's holding back, you know he is. his cock is still hard and you are still wet. you need to feel him, feel his body, feel his soul.

so instead of talking, you quickly tug your longest and the thickest braid before grabbing his own. bringing the ends together, you catch how messy his nerves are moving, revealing the state of his mind. they immediately recognise yours as they rush to tug at each other.

jake's eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of you in his head. he can never resist you, not when he can feel you, not when he can feel the way you yearn for him, the way you beg for him, the way your mind is filled with nothing but him. you didn't give him a chance to prepare, your being taking over his head, he needs a moment.

“inside, want you inside.” before giving him a chance to deny your desire, your hands quickly work to untie the strings on his loincloth while he's was still processing all your thoughts in your head through the bond. it's all too much for him, it always is. whenever you both make tsaheylu, the mere need you feel for him amazes him, makes him wonder just how someone could love him this much.

with his head still buried in the crook of your neck, he feels your fingers wrap around his girth, earning a whimper from him. “you said this is mine too...” you softly say with a frown. “yes fuck yes, it is baby.” you align his length with your entrance, “then please.”

who the fuck is he to deny?

wow now THAT was something 😋

tell me if y'all want a part 2

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✧⋆ A relaxing Massage ⋆✧ (smut) (Modern Au)

⚠️WARNING⚠️ This includes NSFW, content not appropriate for all.

It was around nine thirty P.M while you were heading home from work, it was EXHAUSTING... some of your coworkers couldn't attend work due to 'reasons' which were obviously excuses not to come to work.

You had to do it for them, and your work was already more then enough on its own... you just wanted to go home and rest, cuddle and stay close to your husband.

Before you could even knock on the door, your husband opens it quickly and brings you to a warm embrace, it was very clear he was happy to see you..

"Welcome back home, my dear... you seem exhausted, come and rest" Yoriichi said in a worrisome tone, he really didn't like seeing you over work yourself

"Thank you dear... i really appreciate it..." You thanked him as he leads you to the warm sofa, you sat down and relaxed on the couch.

"I noticed that your body seems very tense my dear.. would it be alright if i gave you a massage to calm and relax you?" he asked with a soft smile, but very dirty intentions and thoughts going through his head.

"Oh yes please, i would love that.." you replied almost instantly, the opportunity was too good to pass up, you needed to just, relax... Yoriichi was good at giving massages.

Maybe too good. His hand seemed to have expert knowledge on the pressure points and stress points of the body. His massage was sure to make you feel better. Perhaps more than just relaxed…

And Yoriichi knew about the secret effect of these massages… Yoriichi started massaging you, slowly but it sure was relaxing...

He gave your shoulders a little squeeze as you relaxed on the couch.

His hands had a special talent with massaging pressure points…

"Don’t worry, my love… You don’t have to talk to me about anything that is troubling you… Just try to relax…"

Your stress melted away as Yoriichi kept on massaging your shoulders. You were in his control now. Everything would be ok. The moment was almost too perfect.

Yoriichi let his hand slowly creep downwards, you were too relaxed to notice the smirk he put on his face…

And then his hand began to creep downwards… A smirk crawled across his face as he realized what he was about to do.

The feeling of power was addicting…and Yoriichi couldn’t resist the urge. "just relax…"

A devilish grin crept across his face as he brought the massage down to your legs. He was about to do the very thing that he had been fantasizing about for so long.

And You? You wouldn’t be able to resist him.

With each moment, your limbs turned to jelly.

You felt as if they were melting under his hands as he kneaded out those tense muscles. It was the most relaxing feeling you had felt in a while…

Yoriichi’s eyes lit up at your reaction. He took his opportunity, beginning to massage your thighs while smiling deviously.

His massage was starting to get a little bit more suggestive…

After finally realising what he's planning, your eyes slightly widen, this wasnt going to be just some normal massage..

"Oh, (name)."

He continues his massage, bringing it even further down your legs. Yoriichi can’t help but chuckle. He really enjoyed teasing you like this.

"Relax, my love… You have nothing to worry about…"

He then starts moving his massage upwards, brushing just a little too close to the middle of your legs.

This made you flustered, his touch.. was.. very enjoyable... Yoriichi’s voice was soft, but his gaze said otherwise. He continued to massage you, brushing even closer between your legs.

"What... are you doing..?" You asked, slighly flushed at his behaviour.

"I’m just…giving you a nice massage…don’t worry…"

He smirked again as he continued, getting just a bit more forceful with the movement.

You could feel his fingers teasing you…just a bit more….until - OH! You felt it! One of Yoriichi’s fingers touched you in a more intimate way.. and he loved it.

Yoriichi had you just where he wanted you…You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Yoriichi smirked, enjoying every second of him teasing you even further.

"Just relax…let me take care of everything…"

Yoriichi grins widely as you blush deeply in embarrassment. He had won the game. You were now firmly in his grasp and he knew exactly what to do. He starts his work, slowly and carefully…Just the right amount… just the right pressure… fingering you perfectly.

Your entire body was shaking now as Yoriichi continued his massage, making sure not to over-stimulate you. He took his time, making sure to give you the best massage of your life...

Your body responded to his every touch… you were sensitive.

It was happening, your body giving in to the pleasures of his touch.

"Just relax…let me take care of everything…"

He said as he continued his massage, his fingers running over you.

Just when you thought it couldn't get more intimate, his fingers finally touched the sweet spot…

You couldn’t help but moan to the touch, Yoriichi’s eyes widened in excitement when you moaned.

He loved the way you looked so vulnerable at his touch. You were already so worked up by this point and he knew exactly what he had to do…

Every moan you made was like music to his ears. He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. His gentle hands continued roaming over your body, bringing you to the edge.

Soon, you felt him shift his position to be on top of you. Yoriichi held onto your body tightly, his arms pulling you closer to him.

You felt his soft warmth press against your skin, your body slowly becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. Your heart started beating faster, your breathing becoming shorter and faster.

You began to moan softly… the pleasure of his touch was overwhelming. It felt so… good.

He started to give you a long, passionate kiss, his tongue meeting yours.. it was amazing. While keeping the kiss, he leds you both to the shared bedroom, he pinned you down while slowly undressing you... after doing so, he undressed aswell.

"Like what you see?" He asked before pulling you to another long kiss.

"Are you ready for the next part of my massage...?"

･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.

This was my first ever attempt on writing NSFW so please don't judge me too hard😭🙏

English is my second language, so i am not fluent, if there is any spelling mistakes please tell me! Thank you for reading!

XOX - TOMIE

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httpsdana · 1 year

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could you write an imagine about Hakim Ziyech during Ramadan they are at the family in Hakim for the end of Ramadan where he is unbearable he always comes to the kitchen to annoy his wife in front of his sisters and his mother in Hakim asking him all the time what she prepares and when she puts a meal on the table each time he grabs her in his arms and doesn't want to let her go until one of Hakim's sisters comes to save her

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ps: I did my researches and found out he has 1 sister. I'm not sure about that but we'll say he has one sister only. I also saw that he has 9 brothers? Not sure about this too but we'll ignore it.

y/n and Hakim were spending the last days of Ramadan at his family's house in the Netherlands. They have been married for a few years, but it was the first time that they spend this holy month at his parents house. It was always his parents that visited them in London

His mother was the sweetest person. She loved y/n from the bottom of her heart and made sure to make her feel at home. She tried to let y/n rest during the day, but y/n herself wanted to help in making the food they'd be eating at the end of the day

y/n always had energy, even when fasting. It felt like a normal day to her. However, Hakim was quite the opposite. He would get needy and whiny all day. So when y/n, his mother, and his sister are preapring the food, he was always in the kitchen annoying his wife

"what you doingg" he asked, walking to where his wife was standing. He watched her cut some vegtables, wondering what she's cooking

"oh I'm just cutting some vegtables for the soup" she said, not looking up from what was in front of her

"soup? what do you put other than the vegtables?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist from behind, laying his head on her shoulder, to peek over what she's cutting

"why? you plan to surprise me with some home-cooked dinner when we go back home?" she teased, knowing he can't make an egg without burning it

"oh shut up. I'm just showing some interest in what my wife is cooking" he pressed a kiss on her neck, not moving away.

"so your wife is the only one cooking now is she?" his sister said, from the other side of the kitchen.

y/n chuckled and looked up at her husband.

"well her food is definitely better than yours" he stuck his tongue out at his sister, like the little child he becomes while fasting

"is it now? Is better than mama's though?" she teased, knowing he won't answer that

He huffed and kissed his wife's head, before walking out of the kitchen

They all laughed at his childish behaviour.

"Is he this whiny the whole time?" his mother asked, moving to grab a plate from the cupboard next to y/n

She shrugged with a smile at the thought of her husband

"He usually comes home from training and sleeps till its time for Iftar. But when he has a day off he would get a little bit annoying. Nothing I can't handle though" she helped her by getting her the plate she needed

Just as she handed her the plate, Hakim walked into the kitchen again. He walked straight to his wife. He pulled her away from his mother and scooped her in his arms.

She tried to get out of his embrace, which caused him to tighten his grip around her waist

"what's wrong?" y/n asked, scratching the back of his head with her nails

He hummed in satisfaction burying his head in her neck

"I just miss you so much" his muffled voice said, making his sister chuckle

y/n smiled and pressed a kiss on the side of his head, before removing his head from her neck. He whined and tried putting it in her neck again

"Hakim. leave your wife alone" his sister warned.

He shook his head and tightened his grip more, making it impossible to slip out of his arms

His sister laughed and grabbed y/n's hand, trying to pull her away from him. He slapped his sister's hand away and turned around so his back was to his sister and his wife was still buried in his arms.

His sister came from from y/n and pulled her quickly away from Hakim, placing her behind her

Hakim groaned and tried grabbing his wife, in which his sister only blocked his way

"you go and I'll follow you when I'm done yeah?" y/n laughed slightly at his annoyed face

He let out a sigh but nodded nonetheless. She kissed his cheek and ushered him out of the kitchen

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Among snakes I shall dance, ch. 5: Not dead yet

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!Fem!Reader

Previous Chapter // Epilogue

Summary: Rhaenyra's firstborn finds herself surrounded by the greens and, to her misfortune, betrothed to one of them. So she begins to plan how to take them down, one by one, from the inside.

Word count: 6.3k

Warning: Allusions to incestuous relationship, use of obscene language, mentions of sexual assault, dub-con and graphic possible death. some characters might be a bit out of character.

A/N: THE LAST CHAPTER IS HERE!

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

"You are with child.” These were the words Grand Master Orwyle blurted out.

"I don't understand..." was all that the peincess managed to say.

She was in a state of complete shock after all that had just happened with Aegon in her chamber, not more than an hour ago. An unparalleled anxiety had come over her at the ultimatum her husband's older brother had given her. She felt dazed and overwhelmed, fatigued and exhausted.

"The maid who came to fetch me has spoken of your behaviour these past few weeks," the Maester spoke, trying to make her feel more at ease. He spoke, trying to make her understand her situation.

"Dyana is not my maid, she is the king and queen's maid.” The young woman spoke with a somewhat lost look in her eyes. She was totally lost in herself. "She can't make these conjectures. I cannot be expecting a child."

"Servants tend to talk among themselves, that's why she'll be aware of your situation."

"This has to be a mistake."

"Princess. When was the last time you bled?" The old man ran a cloth dipped in aromatic waters over her forehead and neck, to make her feel better and help her calm down. "Have you had any unusual symptoms lately?"

"I have been fatigued, but that is because my Lord Husband and I have been-" she paused before continuing. "We've been spending a lot of time together, doing things."

"That's something we have all noticed." The princess put her hands to her head at the comment, "Tell me, have you bled this past moon?"

"No." That was when the young Velaryon realised that Orwyle was possibly right in everything he said. "I haven't done it in two moons, actually."

Aemond did had an excellent aim, then.

"During the first few moons it is normal for a woman to seek intimacy with her husband. It is another symptom, the appetite for intercourse, due to the new state the body is in."

"My breasts feel fuller." The woman commented, looking at the Master, who gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Then it is a fact, Princess. Congratulations, you will bear the prince a heir."

"Could we keep it a secret for a few days?" the young woman asked nervously, as she rose from the bed and pulled a blanket over her shoulders. "I would like to tell the prince first, before anyone else lets him know."

"Of course. I won't say anything." Nodded the man as he prepared to leave.

"Grand Maester, if the maid is still outside, could you ask her to come in, please?"

The Grand Maester nodded again before heading out the door, but not before bowing his head. "Princess."

The young silver-haired woman put her nails in her mouth and began to pace the room, nervous, once the shock was beginning to wear off. Her head began to spin, a lump formed in her throat and her chest felt heavy.

"Princess." Spoke in a whisper the young maid, Dyana, as she entered the room.

"Close the door, please." Said the woman, standing and looking at the other woman. She was not much younger than she was.

"Are you all right, my lady?" the young woman asked, her hands clasped in front of her. "Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable?"

"How could it be that moments after the king left my chambers, one of his maids came into my room and found me in the state I was in?" She asked, the young woman just stared at her in silence, thinking of an answer. "Did he send you, by any chance?"

"No, of course not, princess." The young woman shook her head, vigorously.

"Then?"

"I... I followed the king here. I saw him come in and noticed how he was slow to leave... then I heard you crying and screaming." The young woman spoke nervously, fiddling with her hands and with her head down. "I just wanted to make sure you was alright, that's all."

"A servant girl shouldn't get into trouble that doesn't concern her, Dyana. If the king had come to see you, he might have-"

"He began to tell me what he planned to do to you, princess. A few days ago, when I was serving him wine. He was very drunk, I think he mistook me for someone he shouldn't have." The blonde woman took a step forward, unsure of the reaction the Velaryon might have. "I wanted to make sure he didn't do anything to you, nothing more. I'm so sorry for intruding."

"Why would you want to do that for me? Aren't you supposed to be one of the queen and king's most loyal servants?" The princess's voice trembled, not quite able to reach why that specific maid would care about her. The young woman said nothing, only giving her a quick tear-filled glance, before looking away and lowering her gaze.

And then she understood where the girl's concern was coming from.

"He did the same to you, as he did to me." It wasn't a question, more of a fact. The Princess felt anger gnawing at her insides at what he had done to the girl. "You're just a child, you must be the same age as my brother Luke, and he-" she stopped herself before turning her back on the girl and walking over to the dresser by the window, pulling out a small bag.

"Princess?"

"You need to get the hell out of here." Said the Valyrian-featured woman, walking over to where the young servant stood and taking her hand, then resting the bag she had just taken on top of it. "I want you to get out of here, right now. You're not safe, and I won't let that depraved, son of a bitch do anything else to you."

"I can't leave, I have obligations here. My family depends on my work here and-"

The princess took Dyana's face, and made her look into her eyes. "Fuck those obligations. You have to do it and you will do it, you have to be safe, all right? There's enough gold in that bag for you and your family to start over far away from here, anywhere. I refuse to put you through this."

"What about you, princess?"

"It's complicated." The princess spoke. "But at least I'm relieved to know that I've been able to help someone escape this nightmare." She smiled sadly at her. "Don't look back and try to live a life away from here."

"Princess..." Dyana's lower lip began to tremble, but she nodded at the words she had just heard.

"Thank you, Dyana. For caring about me. Now, go." The young maid stood still where she was. "Go." The Red Mermaid insisted.

Dyana nodded and left, but not before giving to the Velaryon princess a glance. "Finish him off." The young woman encouraged her, before bowing her head and leaving the place.

It was moments later when the silver-haired woman fell to her knees in defeat and burst into tears. She put one hand to her belly and another over her mouth to silence her cries.

What could she do now, in the situation she was in?

Such was the mental, emotional and physical exhaustion she felt at the position she was in, that she didn't even have the strength to get up from the floor and go to her bed. She felt the weight of the world on her, and she didn't know what to do.

She needed Aemond. Without him, her danger was inevitable. She just wanted him to hold her and reassure her that everything was going to be all right, that she could get out of all of this.

"What am I going to do?" she asked in a whisper, as she closed her eyes and caressed her lower belly, now lying on the floor. In a fetal position. "I can't let anything happen to you. I-I... I can't let you be born into a world like this."

She gave no more of herself, she collapsed and gave up, let sleep overtake her, on that cold, uncomfortable floor. Thousands of questions and fears haunted her, so that even in her dreams she was chased by them.

"My love..." was the first thing she heard when she slowly opened her eyes the next day. "My love..." a soft caress ran down her back.

Confused, she looked around. She saw the light coming through the windows, but noticed that it was not the light of dawn, but rather the light of dusk. She turned and realised that she was on the bed, not on the floor, and Aemond was lying next to her, watching her silently as he gently caressed her figure.

"You're back." She whispered moving closer to her husband's body and hiding her face in his chest, inhaling his fragrance for comfort.

"Here I am." He murmured into her hair. "I found you on the floor, asleep, when I arrived a few hours ago. I thought you needed rest, so I didn't wake you."

She looked up and stroked his cheek, as she watched his face, her expression hard for him to read.

"Has something happened in my absence?" Concerned he asked, frowning slightly.

"No." She lied to him, before giving him a weak smile and hiding her face in his chest again. "Nothing for you to worry about, hm?" Then she remembered why he had to leave the day before, unannounced. "How did it go at Storm's End? Did anything happen?" She asked him, now sitting up in bed, waiting for an answer from him.

"Things got complicated, they got out of control." The sapphire man answered her, as he sat down next to her.

"Did Lord Baratheon say anything to you? Are you all right?" the young Velaryon woman asked worriedly as she took his hand.

"Borros is a complex man, but yes, I'm fine." Her husband looked down at his hands, unsure how to tell her what had happened at Storm's End last night. "It has to do with your brother Lucerys, my love."

"I don't understand, Aemond. What does Luke has to do with any of this?" she shook her head in confusion. "Has a raven come for me in my sleep, by any chance? Has something happened to my baby brother?" She got out of bed as she felt the panic and anticipation wash over her.

Couldn't the young princess catch her breath at least? Fucking hell, because what a twenty-four hours she had been up to.

"No, no raven has come." The Red Mermaid relaxed slightly at those words. "You see, last night when I arrived at Storm's End to negotiate with Borros, I-"

Strange coincidence that someone knocked on the door just as Aemond was about to tell his wife what had happened at Storm's End and what Luke apparently had to do with it.

"Come in." Said the prince with the long silver hair and one eye.

"Good evening, my prince, my princess." Announced a servant boy entering the room with two small papyrus. "They are for you."

The young princess took the note the kid brought for her, while the Targaryen took his, respectively.

"My brother wants us all to gather tonight for dinner, to celebrate how the negotiations with Lord Baratheon went." Aemond read aloud, as he walked over to where the flagon of wine sat and poured a cup for himself and another for his wife.

'In the throne room, after supper, I will await your response to my offer.' That was what was written on the note from her, who, after reading it, threw it into the fire in the hearth.

"Why are you burning it?" Aemond asked her, arching an eyebrow at the silence in which his wife found herself.

"No reason, darling. It wasn't for me, they must have made a mistake." She replied, taking the glass of wine he offered her. "Thank you."

The man with the blue sapphire embraced the red mermaid from behind, resting his chin on her head and bringing his hands to her waist. He closed his eye and tried to find the strength to be the one to tell her what happened the night before. He didn't want her to find out from someone else.

"Aemond." The silence was broken by the young woman, catching his attention. "There is something I must tell you." The young woman turned on her heels, and rested her hand on his chest.

It was obviously not simply something she had to tell him. There were two of them, and they were huge issues to address. And honestly? She didn't want to do it alone, because she was terrified to the core.

"I..." the young woman gasped. She didn't have the strength to tell him everything that had happened in her absence. "I don't want to spend a minute without you by my side, even when you have to go. If you must leave the Red Keep at any time, I want you to take me with you." I don't want to be in the same cage as the beast, she omitted to say.

"All right." Was all the prince said before placing a kiss on the Velaryon's temple, who closed her eyes at the warm gesture.

His story was going to have to wait.

She definitely felt like a competition pig, about to be executed at any moment and served on a platter. Those words were exactly how she felt under the predatory gaze of Aegon, who gave her a malicious grin as he munched on his dinner. She glared hatefully at him, clutching the knife with which he was cutting into her steak, so tightly that her knuckles were completely white.

"Is it me or is the atmosphere tense tonight?" spoke that excuse of a King, as he looked at his brother and sister-in-law. "We should be celebrating."

"Aegon, please." Alicent spoke, giving his daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law a fleeting glance, trying to stop his son from doing something stupid.

"Don't worry, Mother." Aegon spoke, rising from his seat, then picking up his goblet and raising it. "I want to make a toast, so please raise your glasses."

"Aegon. Don't." Alicent knew what was coming.

"A toast to my little brother, Aemond, who has secured the loyalty of the Baratheons in our favor.” All present, Otto, Alicent - who looked relieved - Helaena, and even the couple, Aemond and the princess raised their glasses. "The kingdom is grateful to you, Aemond. Your king is."

"Hear, hear." Said Otto with a smile on his face, he seemed satisfied.

Everyone drank from their cup after that toast, but Aegon was not finished yet. "By the seven hells, how could I have missed it. How tactless of me, how insensitive I am." Aegon lowered his glass and forced a look of sadness onto his face.

The young Velaryon, looking with confusion at her husband, who sat tense in his seat, gave her a look he could not decipher.

"I would like to say a few words for our nephew, Lucerys Velaryon. For your brother."

The young woman's heart began to beat violently against her chest, she felt suddenly breathless. "What?" was all the young woman managed to whisper.

"I would like to honour his memory by saying, that it comforts me to know that the boy was very brave until his last moments, even when he was unfortunately pitted against Vhagar. He also showed himself to be very... Strong, like his father, with whom I hope he is resting in peace right now."

The princess let out a short nervous laugh. "I don't understand. Luke is fine, he's not dead. Why would you say something like that?" the young woman asked angrily at the last part, rising from her seat, though she was still confused by her uncle's words.

"I am sorry, dear niece. Has your husband not told you the tragic news?" The silver-haired girl looked at Aemond, who was rising to his feet, and extended a hand in his direction.

"Don't touch me." The young woman mumbled, feeling her eyes burn from the accumulation of tears. He remained silent, but tried to touch her again. "Luke is fine."

"No, my dearest. Your brother is dead, and your husband is the one who can confirm it. After all, he's the one who killed him."

Without a word, the young woman rose from her seat, and with a completely neutral countenance, so as not to give Aegon any satisfaction, she looked at everyone present but Aemond. She did not even deign to address him. To him, for his part, having had no reaction from her to the news, he knew perfectly well that she had given him up for dead, that he was so insignificant that he did not deserve even a look of contempt.

"Niece..." whispered Helaena, with immense sadness, as she watched her friend leave the room. They all stood and watched, silently as she left, while Aegon smiled to himself before sitting back down and taking a drink from his goblet.

"Someone put some more wine in my cup." Was what he said, satisfied with the damage he had done to the couple.

His plan was working, indeed.

With firm, quick steps, the young woman made her way to her chambers. Once inside, standing in the middle of the room, she burst into a rage and began to ravage everything within her reach. Between screams and cries of desolation, she tore down the curtains, threw the cups against the wall, tore the bedclothes, threw the table and everything on it.

The Valyrian looking woman put her hands to her head and let out from between her lips the most heart-rending scream ever heard in the Keep. "Fucking monsters! You are filthy snakes, all of you! May you rot in fucking hell and die the worst fucking deaths!" She screamed at the top of his lungs. "Fuck you all!" Between shaky, angry breaths, she did try to wipe the tears from her beautiful eyes.

"My love-" her husband's voice was heard behind her.

There he was, the person she had fallen in love with and married, much to her fucking disgrace now. The person who had been, nothing more and nothing less, the one who had ended her brother's life. "What the fuck do you want, kinslayer?" she said venomously to her husband, clenching her jaw.

He tried to approach her, but she pointed her finger at him, causing him to stop in his tracks. "I have to explain to you exactly what happened. Please."

"You disgust me." She said to him with bated breath. "I don't want you anywhere near me, do you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

Aemond held up his hands in response. "Let me tell you exactly what happened. Please, darling?"

"Seven hells! Don't call me that!" She shouted at him as she came up to her husband. "I should kill you for what you did to my brother." She said between her teeth, tears of rage and anger forming in her eyes. "You made me trust you, Aemond! You told me you would protect me! And that means you would never let anything to hurt me, that goes for you too! Fuck!"

"Listen-"

"NO! I have nothing to listen to! I'm not going to let you tell me lies, I'm not going to let you trick me." The Velaryon brought her hands to her face and let her air out through her nose. "You're no better than any of them, not even Aegon, and that's saying a lot. You're all fucking, filthy snakes."

Aemond stood still, not moving, just watching as his wife paced up and down the room, shouting at him - and rightly so. At that moment he felt like the world was closing in on him, a suffocating pressure preventing him from breathing normally, his own racing heart pounding in his ears and chest. His eye was beginning to burn from the tears that were forming.

But he could do nothing, he could say nothing. He could only stand there, still and silent. Watching it all fall apart.

"I want you to leave." She said after she had been silent for a few moments. "I never want to see you again in my fucking life."

"You know I can't do that."

"You will. Or I swear on my soul I'll kill you, but not before I gouge out your other eye!" Then she let out a laugh full of irony. "Seven hells, that would be poetic to see."

"Please-" tears slid down his face.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Aemond nodded only once, then left the room, but not before giving his wife one last pain-filled look.

"I love you..." he whispered to himself.

After that, once completely alone, the young princess with angsty features, sat down in front of the fireplace and began to drink the wine that remained in the jug. As she stared at the fire, she could feel the reflection of it within her, it burned her, or rather motivated her to do what she had to do. She knew she could not stand idly by and do nothing, do nothing for her family. For what was left of her, at least.

Once she was drunk enough to have the confidence and the little courage she lacked and needed, she went to her dresser and dressed in what she considered to be the best nightgown she had.

If she was going to do what she was supposed to do, she had to do it properly. After all, as Aegon had said the night before, there should be no impediment to the two of them making something profitable out of the situation.

She set off for the throne room. It was already dark, and there was almost no one in the cold, dark corridors. Aegon was smart to tell his niece to meet in the huge, now empty room.

"You are late." He said once he saw her enter the room. "I thought I was going to have to send for you, to have my guards drag you out."

She brought a hand to her lower belly, caressing it, and sighed, turning her back to him as she closed the Throne room’s door. "As you can see, that won't be necessary." She said forcing a smile for her uncle.

"Come closer." He commanded, sitting on the Iron Throne. "I don't bite. Well, it depends on the occasion." He joked darkly.

With a cold, determined gaze, the king's niece walked to the stairs leading to the throne, where she stopped, and watched him silently. "Here I am." She said.

"Do you not intend to bow to your king?" Aegon asked, resting his face in his hand.

"My mistake, uncle." She curtsied to him, but never took her eyes off him at any point.

"That's better. Though... you should be taught manners, taught your place, dear niece."

"You are right, my apologies." She whispered with a certain air of innocence.

The usurper king let out a small laugh. "You do learn quickly..." he said, rising from the throne and descending the stairs slowly. His footsteps were loud, echoing in the wide hall. "That really turns me on, you have no idea."

She gave him a smile. "I... I wanted to apologise, Aegon. For my hostile behaviour towards the crown, towards you." She ducked her head. "But now I know you were right when you told me yesterday that we could both profit from our... situation."

"Hm... I forgive you, don't worry." He cupped her hand, cool to the touch, and then grabbed her chin gently, lifting her face so that he could look her in the eye. "I'm glad you made the right decision."

"I'm grateful to have been encouraged to do so, Uncle."

"At last... I can admire your scar up close." He said, moving her face to get a better view of her old wound. "What's the real story behind it?"

"A man tried to rape me, and I wouldn't let him."

"Surely he wouldn't have satisfied you the way I would."

"Surely not." She whispered, closing her eyes. He nuzzled her neck, and felt her pulse in it. "I hope you don't dislike my scar."

"Not at all, it fascinates me."

"That relieves me to know." The Velaryon opened her eyes and made eye contact with him, even with her face cocked to one side.

"You've changed since the last time I took you." The short, silver-haired man brought his face close to her hair and sniffed. "You're a real woman now, all thanks to me." He whispered in her ear.

"Let me show you what a real woman can do, please." She implored, as she gave him an innocent look and bit her lower lip.

He turned away from her, and walked back up the stairs to the throne, where he took a seat and watched her.

"Undress." He commanded her. She silently and slowly removed the only garment she was wearing. "Come over here and kneel." He said spreading his legs apart, making room for her.

As her nightgown landed on the cold floor, she climbed up those stairs, then positioned herself between his legs, kneeling and placing her hands on his knees.

"Hm." He cocked his head to one side as he reached for her face with one hand. "Now kiss me." He moved his face slightly closer to hers.

She lifted up a little, and sought support by resting her hands on both of his thighs. Then, that's when she kissed him. It was quick and shy.

"Surely you can do better, eh?" She nodded, and hesitantly took his face and kissed him again, but now more violently and heatedly. "That's a hell of a lot better, dear niece."

She blushed and averted her gaze. "Well, thank you." she murmured.

"Yes, much better than the first time, no doubt." Said the man with satisfaction in his voice. "Good, now I want you to feel me. I want you to feel the reaction you've caused in me." Aegon blurted out as he lowered his gaze to his own crotch, where she knew what she would find.

The princess, without a sound, moved her hands from his knees to the buttons of his breeches, slowly and sensually caressing his thighs, causing Aegon to pull his head back and bite his lip, trying to stifle himself.

"May I?" she asked, pointing her head towards the buttons of his trousers. He nodded, and she proceeded, unbuttoning them and pulling the trousers afterward, thus leaving the king fully exposed. "It's... impressive."

"You like what you see, little one?" she nodded her head in reply.

"Aha." She moaned as she brought a hand down to his crotch, and then began to massage the area, and started kissing his thighs and lower belly, which caused him to bring his hands to her hair, and clench his fists in his grasp.

"Put your mouth to better use."

"Whatever you order, Uncle." She began massaging his shaft, then massaging his balls.

Aegon let out a moan, full of pleasure, causing him to roll his eyes. His knuckles turned white as he felt her lips on his balls. But what had started as a moan of pleasure soon turned into an agonised cry, filled with a pain unimaginable for a man, as he felt a sharp, wrenching bite coming from that area.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" he shouted, before kicking her and sending her tumbling down the stairs. He brought his hands to her between her legs and watched as blood gushed violently.

"No more bastards nor rapes… from Aegon the Ball-less." Then she let out a laugh, the scene was so comical to her, her whole body ached from all the laughing. "Did you really think I would do any of this? If so, you were not paying attention, HA!”

The usurper came awkwardly down the stairs, staggering as he tried to pull up his trousers as best he could. "Your pathetic existence, and that of your entire filthy family, ends today." He said as he reached where she was lying, and began to kick her stomach and head. Hard.

She tried to protect herself from the blows as best she could, but with every blow she received she felt more dazed and less strength was left. Once he was satisfied, with all the kicks he had given her, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to where his sword was resting against the throne.

"I should give your fucking head to your mother. And maybe one of your eyes, or both of them, to my brother." He said, bringing the blade of his sword close to her neck.

"That would be a very nice gesture on your part, Uncle." She mocked, giving him a defiant smile, while showing her face full of blood, both his and hers, in equal parts.

"The first thing I'll do is cut out your filthy tongue!" He exclaimed between his teeth, with fury and contempt.

"Do it." She retorted, and then he swung a blunt punch at her face, he gripped the sword tightly and pressed it against her neck, causing a flesh wound, but only a superficial one.

"And to think I was going to give you a chance to make things right." He prepared to slit her throat, but she stepped forward and spat in his face, which caused him to pause for a few moments and caused her to gain enough leverage to elbow him over his freshly made wound, where his balls had once been.

"Rot in the seven hells." She sentenced, as she rose to her feet, in all her naked glory, and gave him a parry on the hand, thus causing him to lose his grip on the sword, that once belonged to Aegon the Conqueror.

She took a firm grip on the sword, and taking advantage of the fact that he was lying on the ground, she took the opportunity to thrust it into his abdomen, causing him to let out a groan.

Without giving him a second glance, she started her way towards the door of the room, but her legs gave out and she ended up falling to the floor, being in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. It wasn't until a few seconds later that saw the doors open and two figures emerge.

Ser Criston and Aemond.

She tried to say something, but by the time Aemond knelt down beside her and took her by the face, to check on her, and seeing also how Ser Criston covered her with his white cloak, she completely lost all senses, and so, she was plunged into darkness.

"With wounded pride, the beast will roar. The dragon will rise up and claim what is his."

"Shh... shh..." she felt a warm hand on her cheek, which made her try to open her eyes, still with difficulty, due their sore and swollen state.

"Aemond...?" she whispered as she caught a glimpse of long, silver hair, similar to hers, out of focus.

"Hey, hey my darling..." She heard a voice, on her other side. She turned her head and there he was, sitting in a chair next to the bed she was lying on. "You had us worried sick." he whispered as he took her hand and kissed it gently.

"Sissy." She heard a childish voice at the foot of her bed. She lifted her head awkwardly, and saw her little brother Joffrey, who was giving her a sweet, expectant look through his brown curls. He was not alone, beside him was Jace and, to her surprise, Luke as well -who was covered in some wounds, but nothing fatal.

"You're home, sweetheart." Said the first voice she'd heard before, she turned her face again, and there she was. Her mother.

"Mama..." she sobbed as she saw her mother kneeling beside her. Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with tears, but she still smiled at her, relieved to see that her daughter was well and back by her side. "Am I dead?" she asked in disbelief that the people she loved most in the world were in her presence.

"No, no." Her mother replied, as she stroked her hair tenderly, while crying silently.

She gave then, her husband a look. "You came back..." she whispered, squeezing Aemond's hand, with what little strength she had.

"Yes." He nodded, as he continued to place kisses on her hand. She noticed that he wasn't wearing his patch, and it was noticeable that he had been crying as well.

"You came back." The princess said again, Aemond placed a kiss on her forehead. "I can rest now... I can rest now..."

"Wha-What? What, darling?"

"I'm dying... I know I'm dying."

"No, no. Hey, you gonna be fine? Can you hear me?" Aemond pleaded, as he stroked her bruised cheeks.

"Take care of them, please..."

"Listen, I didn't come here for that, eh?" He told her, trying to control his urge to cry. He closed his eyes and found the strength to try to steady himself for her. "You're going to be fine, they're going to take good care of you. I promise you, you'll be fine, yes?"

The Red Mermaid could no longer contain herself, and began to cry. "Aemond, I'm scared. I’m so scared.”

"You're going to be alright, sweetheart." Aemond whispered before placing a small kiss on her lips.

"I'm so sorry, for everything I said to you." She sobbed as she apologised to the man she loved. “I’m so deeply sorry, Aemond. I crossed the line by saying all those awful things. It was not fair…”

"Don't worry, my love. It's okay, it's all right, okay?" he murmured, she nodded relieved to hear him say that. “There is nothing you can do that is impossible for me to forgive you for, alright? I forgave you of anything you ever could do the day you said you trusted me."

“I love you.”

“And I, you, my precious love…”

She smiled softly. "Mom, I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise." She whispered giving a glance to her mother and younger siblings, who approached her.

"Sweet girl, you've done well, okay? All that matters to me is that you are back home, with your family." Rhaenyra said, as she gave her only daughter a reassuring smile.

Luke placed his hand on hers, and soon after, Jace and Joff did the same, resting their hands on his in a sign of bonding and support. "It's going to be alright, sister."

"We're proud of you." Jace said with a small smile.

“We love you, sissy.” A Joff with no front teeth said, sweet.

Someone knocked on the door of the room, it was Daemon, the closest thing she had to a father, who was accompanied by the Maester of Dragonstone. "The Maester has arrived, he's going to take care of her."

And that was the signal they needed for everyone present to leave, except Aemond who stood by the young Velaryon. She gave a glance to her family, and finally to Daemon, who gave her a smile and a nod. "I'm glad you're back home."

"Will you stay?" She asked Aemond, once they were alone, save for the Maester who nimbly began to prepare his things to attend her.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll never be away from you again." Aemond said, as he continued to stroke her hair. "And may the gods save anyone who tries from my wrath."

"What has become of Aegon?" she asked fearfully. She felt her body begin to tremble after thinking of all he had put her through since she was a child. "Does my mother know anything of what he did to me?"

"No, she doesn't, I haven't been able to tell her. It was not my place to do so, you must be the one to make the decision as to whether she should know or not, and I must not be the one to tell her." The Targaryen prince spoke as he ran a hand through his hair, which was loose from its usual updo. "And about Aegon, I don't know. I don't know if he lives or not, we'll soon find out, I assume."

"I see." She closed her eyes and let a halting sigh escape her split lips. Suddenly she opened them as she remembered that it was not just Aemond who had come to her aid. "What happened to Ser Criston?"

"He is dead." Her husband confessed with regret. "He stayed behind, fighting so that we could get to Vhagar and Scarlex... He gave his life so that we could made it here."

"Oh, I-I see." She whispered, feeling inwardly conflicted emotionally at the news of her biological father's death. "I'm grateful to him, then, for giving us this opportunity."

"So am I." Aemond smiled at her, resting one of his hands on her belly. She stared at him in disbelief, speechless.

He knew about the baby.

"There's something you should know. I'm-"

"I know. Don't worry, I know." The smile he gave his dear wife, the woman he loved most in the world, radiated a tremendous warmth, one that made her melt with tenderness. "I've known it for some time, in fact. You haven't bled in two moons, basically most of the time we've been sharing a bed."

"But I only found out yesterday. It's still too early for you to figure it out." The woman was to stunned to speak.

"Do you remember what I said about wanting to keep abreast of all matters concerning you?" he asked in a slightly joking tone.

She nodded. "And... what do you think about it?" she asked expectantly.

"I hope the babe has your beautiful, radiant smile. I hope they have your wit and your kindness, my beloved." He said before lowering his face to hers and kissing her tenderly.

"I love you, very much."

"I simply adore you."

"You won't regret it, will you? Choosing me over your family." she asked as she admired his face, and caressed his exposed scar.

"YOU are my family." He said, pressing his forehead to hers. "And I would choose you over all things, again and again."

Perhaps the princess's plan to destroy the greens had failed miserably, but the relief she felt, despite having gone through that dark and macabre nightmare, was in some ways worth it. And she knew that if given the choice to go through it again, she would accept, because she knew she would find him in her arms at the end.

He was definitely her safe space, her husband, her lover, her confidant, her friend.

And above all, her person.

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