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hoshifighting · 8 months

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Overstimulation

— Synopsis: After a breakup, you confide in Mingyu about your ex-boyfriend's reluctance to indulge one of your fetishes. To your surprise, Mingyu eagerly offers to help you explore and practice it. — WC: 3.9k — WARNINGS: Smut, dirty talk, overstimulation (m. receiving), fetish explorations, mentions of body fluids, finger riding (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), rough sex, multiple orgasms and etc.

You and Mingyu had been inseparable since childhood, sharing everything from secrets to dreams. He was your rock, your confidant, your best friend. As the years went by, your bond only grew stronger, weathering the storms of life together.

But as you entered into a long-term relationship with a guy, things began to change. You found yourself craving new experiences, wanting to explore the world outside the confines of your relationship. You started to feel restless, curious about what else was out there.

One evening, after you broke up with the same person, you found yourself opening up to Mingyu about your desires. "I loved him," you began, hesitantly. "But sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be with someone else, to have different experiences, especially in bed."

Mingyu listened quietly, his eyes full of understanding. "I get it," he said softly. "It's natural to want to explore, to learn and grow. And you shouldn't feel guilty for wanting that."

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words. For the first time, you didn't feel judged or condemned for your thoughts. Mingyu was there, offering his support without hesitation.

He encouraged you to meet new people, to broaden your horizons, and to step out of your comfort zone. Mingyu was like a guiding light, leading you through the maze of uncertainty with unwavering support.

He introduced you to his friends, a diverse group with different backgrounds and personalities. Mingyu's vast list of contacts became your ticket to new experiences, as you found yourself going on dates with intriguing individuals from all walks of life.

He never judged you for wanting more; instead, he cheered you on, urging you to chase after your desires with unwavering determination.

"Do you have any fetishes?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine interest.

Your eyes widened slightly at the question, surprised by its suddenness. You shifted in your seat, contemplating how to respond. After a moment of hesitation, you decided to trust Mingyu with this intimate detail.

"Uh, fetishes? Well, I mean, doesn't everyone have something they're into?" you replied, trying to play it cool.

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, pretty much. So spill the beans, what's yours?"

Feeling a bit bashful, you hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest. "Well, I've always been intrigued by overstimulation," you admitted, your cheeks flushing pink.

Mingyu's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Overstimulation, huh? That's actually pretty light," he remarked, his tone nonchalant.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Yeah, I guess so," you replied, relieved that he didn't seem fazed by your confession.

Then, after a moment of silence, you couldn't resist adding with a mischievous grin, "Actually, I've always wanted to be the one doing the overstimulating."

Mingyu's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open in disbelief. "Wait, what?!" he sputtered, clearly caught off guard by your revelation. "I thought you were a pillow princess!"

You gasped dramatically, pretending to be offended. "A pillow princess? Me? How dare you, Mingyu!"

Mingyu threw his head back with laughter, clearly amused by your exaggerated reaction. "Come on, you can't deny it. You give off those vibes sometimes."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eye. "Oh, so you think I'm just lying back and letting everyone else do the work, huh? I'll have you know I can be quite the opposite."

Mingyu laughed, realizing he had walked right into your trap. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're not a pillow princess. You're a... pillow queen?"

You rolled your eyes, swatting him playfully with a nearby cushion. "Oh, please. I'm more like a pillow ninja."

Mingyu doubled over with laughter, unable to contain himself. "Pillow ninja? I love it! Consider me impressed, oh mighty pillow ninja."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Oh, I see how it is. You think you know me so well, huh?"

Mingyu's grin widened as he leaned back against the couch. "Hey, I'm just going by what you told me. But if you're saying there's more to you than meets the eye..."

You nodded emphatically, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. "Oh, there's definitely more to me than meets the eye."

"So, you're telling me you've got some hidden talents, huh?" Mingyu's voice was low, dripping with seductive undertones.

You grinned, leaning in closer to meet his gaze. "Oh, you have no idea," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Mingyu's eyebrow arched teasingly as he closed the distance between you, his breath warm against your ear. "Well, then, why don't you show me?" he murmured, his words sending a thrill coursing through you.

You bit your lip, a coy smile playing on your lips. "Maybe I will," you teased back, your heart racing with excitement.

The air crackled with anticipation as Mingyu leaned back, his eyes dancing with playful desire. "I can't wait," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

With a daring grin, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with Mingyu's as you whispered, "But first, let's see if you can handle what I have in store."

Mingyu's eyes widened in playful challenge, his smirk growing even wider. "Oh, I'm more than ready for whatever you have planned," he shot back, his voice thick with anticipation.

You chuckled softly, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "We'll see about that," you teased, trailing a finger lightly along Mingyu's jawline, relishing the way his breath hitched in response.

The tension between you crackled with electricity as Mingyu's gaze darkened with desire. With a swift movement, he pulled you closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

"Show me," he murmured, his voice husky with need.

our lips collided in a fiery embrace, tongues tangling hungrily as desire surged between you. Mingyu's hands gripped your waist with a fervent urgency, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between your bodies.

With each passionate kiss, the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the electric connection between you and Mingyu. His lips moved against yours with a delicious rhythm, igniting a firestorm of need deep within your core.

As you melted into his touch, the sensation of his lips against your skin sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. Every brush, every graze, every kiss left your skin tingling with a raw and primal hunger.

Breathless and needy, you broke apart for a moment, gasping for air as Mingyu's eyes burned with desire. But the pause was fleeting, as his lips crashed against yours once more, hungry and demanding.

With lips locked in a feverish embrace, you and Mingyu stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes haphazardly along the way. T-shirts and jeans were discarded on the floor of the apartment hallway, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

As you bumped into furniture, knocking over a lamp in your haste, Mingyu groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending shivers down your spine. But you couldn't stop now, not when the desire between you burned so fiercely.

Hands roamed eagerly over heated skin, fingers tangling in hair as you pressed closer, eager to savor every moment of this. The world around you faded into a blur as you reached the bedroom, stumbling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

Mingyu's hand tangled in your hair, exerting a gentle pressure as he guided you downward. You found yourself on your knees beside the bed, his form laid out before you, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Following his lead, your hands trailed along his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your touch. When his hand guided yours to his bulge, you felt a surge of excitement shoot through you.

Your gaze met Mingyu's as you looked up from beneath, a coy smile playing on your lips. With deliberate slowness, you licked a large stripe up the length of his cock, feeling the heat and slickness of his precum against your tongue.

A hiss escaped Mingyu's lips, a sharp intake of breath betraying the intensity of his arousal. Encouraged by his reaction, you continued your exploration, teasing and tasting every inch of him with unrestrained hunger.

As you lavished attention on him, Mingyu's grip on your hair tightened, his hips lifting slightly in response to your touch.

Feeling the throbbing heat of Mingyu's cock in your hands, you couldn't resist the primal urge building inside you. You needed to feel him deep in your throat, to take him in completely and surrender to the raw intensity of the moment.

With determination, you lowered your head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. Mingyu's grip on your hair tightened instinctively, his fingers digging into your scalp as a guttural groan escaped his lips.

As you took more of him into your mouth, your throat stretched to accommodate his size, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Mingyu's hips bucked up slightly in response, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you continued your relentless descent.

As Mingyu's climax approached, you intensified your movements, bobbing your head with fervent determination. The heat of his cock in your mouth, the urgency in his grip on your hair, it all fueled your desire to bring him to the edge.

Then, without warning, you felt the first hot spurts of his release, his cum flooding your mouth. Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected time he cummed.

Before he could react, you pressed your head down again, sucking him greedily, your mouth working to extract every last drop of his cum. His cock throbbed incessantly against your tongue, the taste of his cum mingling with your spit.

Mingyu was trembling, his moans reverberating loudly throughout the room, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the air. With each eager movement of your mouth, he struggled to keep himself in check, resisting the urge to let his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

You sucked him with such intensity, as if you were drawing his very soul from him. The feeling was overwhelming, almost divine, as Mingyu gave himself over completely to the whirlwind of pleasure.

His fingers clawed at the sheets, his body arching towards you in a desperate plea for more. The wet noises of your mouth working him over mixed with his cries of pleasure, filling the room with a heady atmosphere.

In that moment, teetering on the edge of release, Mingyu felt like he was losing himself entirely. But with you there, guiding him through the dizzying haze of pleasure, he knew he was in the best hands possible.

Mingyu gasped for air, his body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as he came again, filling your mouth with another wave of his release. It was a sensation unlike anything he had experienced before, his mind swimming in a haze of bliss.

For the first time in his life, Mingyu found himself climaxing twice in a matter of minutes, the intensity of his arousal overwhelming his senses. His cock softened in your mouth, spent and satisfied, as he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

As you continued to pump Mingyu's dick with your hands, mixing the mess of your spit and his cum together, you couldn't help but notice the way his body responded. His legs trembled beneath you, his breath hitching in short gasps as you worked him over.

With a mischievous grin, you teased him, "You want to know my fetish better, huh?"

Mingyu's response was a throaty moan, his body convulsing on the bed as you circled your palm on the sensitive head of his cock.

"You- you're driving me... crazy," he managed to gasp out between moans.

Mingyu's body convulsed on the bed, his legs trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Oh god," he moaned, his voice hitching with pleasure as your hand worked its magic.

With each stroke, each teasing caress, Mingyu's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet symphony of his pleasure. And as you watched him squirm and writhe beneath you, you couldn't help but laugh softly, enjoying the delicious torture you were inflicting on him.

Feeling the knot tightening in his stomach once more, Mingyu couldn't help but roll his hips, seeking more friction, more sensation from your skilled hand. His cock, already red and sensitive from your attention, throbbed with anticipation as his stomach trembled with the intensity of his arousal.

With each roll of his hips, Mingyu's moans grew louder, more desperate, as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. "Mmmh d-don't sto-op!" he groaned, his voice thick with need, his body quivering with every touch.

As Mingyu reached the peak of his pleasure once more, he felt the familiar surge of release wash over him. But this time, it was different. Only a small spill of cum escaped his cock, a testament to the intense arousal that had already wracked his body.

With a shuddering exhale, Mingyu's body finally began to relax, the tension melting away as the waves of pleasure subsided. He lay there, spent and satisfied, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand still resting gently on his softened cock. You lean in to kiss Mingyu, the kiss slow and sloppy as both of you catch your breath. But before you can deepen the kiss, he suddenly stops, a puzzled expression on his face.

"What's that?" Mingyu asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

Confused, you furrow your brow and follow his gaze, looking down between your bodies. Your pussy is dripping wet, the slickness coating his thigh as a glob of arousal slides down your folds.

You gasp softly, feeling a surge of arousal at the sight, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, uh... I guess I'm just really turned on," you reply, your voice slightly breathless.

Mingyu's eyes darken with desire as he watches the slickness glisten on his thigh. A low, guttural moan escapes his lips, his cock twitching in response to the erotic sight.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "You're so wet, baby. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

You bite your lip, feeling a rush of arousal at his words. "Tell me," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu's gaze flickers between your eyes and the wetness between your thighs, desire burning in his dark orbs. "You make me so hard, so fucking needy," he growls, his hand reaching out to trace a path along your slick folds. "Just seeing you like this, dripping wet and ready for me... it's driving me insane."

As Mingyu's fingers slide inside you, you can't help but squirm, a soft moan escaping your lips as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. His touch is slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Mingyu holds you close, his other hand trailing soothingly along your back as he continues to move his fingers inside you. With each stroke, each tantalizing caress, the pleasure builds, spiraling higher and higher until you're teetering on the edge of release.

You moan softly into his neck, the sound muffled by the warmth of his skin as Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside you.

As Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside you, he leans in close, his voice a low, seductive murmur against your ear.

"You like that, baby?" he breathes, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You like feeling my fingers deep inside you, stroking you just right?"

You nod eagerly, unable to form words as pleasure courses through your veins.

Mingyu chuckles softly, the sound sending vibrations through your body. "I love watching you squirm, feeling you tighten around me," he continues, his voice husky with desire. "You're so fucking wet for me, so eager for my touch."

You whimper in response, the words sending waves of arousal crashing over you.

"I could finger you like this all night," Mingyu murmurs, his fingers moving with expert precision. "But what I really want is to feel you clench around my cock, to hear you scream my name as you come undone."

His words push you closer to the edge, the promise of his cock inside you driving you wild with need. "Ride my fingers baby…"

As Mingyu encourages you to ride his fingers, you raise yourself up to look at him, feeling a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. "I-I'm not sure if I can..." you stutter, your voice filled with uncertainty.

But Mingyu's eyes burn with desire as he reassures you, his voice low and husky. "You can do it, baby. I know you can," he murmurs, his hand steady beneath you as his fingers remain buried deep inside you.

With a deep breath, you steady yourself, feeling a rush of determination wash over you. Slowly, you begin to move your hips, riding Mingyu's fingers with increasing confidence.

"That's it," Mingyu breathes, his voice filled with encouragement. "Feel how good you make me feel, how wet you are for me."

His words ignite a fire within you, spurring you on as you ride his fingers with abandon. Mingyu's hand remains steady beneath you, his pinky and forefinger teasing your entrance while his middle fingers curl deliciously inside you, hitting all the right spots.

As you move, a mess is made on his hand, slick with your arousal, but Mingyu doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he watches you with rapt attention, his eyes dark with desire as he waits for his cock to get harder, eager to join you in the blissful dance of pleasure.

"You look so fucking sexy riding my fingers," Mingyu groans, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait to feel you riding me just like this, taking all of me inside you."

"Are you ready for me, baby?" Mingyu whispers, his voice a sultry invitation. "Ready to take all of me, to let me fill you up completely?"

As Mingyu brushes the tip of his cock against your entrance, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. With a nod of confirmation, you express your readiness, your body practically trembling with excitement.

Mingyu's smile is intoxicating as he reaches down to give his cock a few more pumps, ensuring he's ready for you. With a steady hand on your hips, he guides you as you slowly lower yourself onto him.

The sensation of his cock sliding into you is exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and fullness that leaves you breathless. You gasp as you take him in, inch by inch, feeling him fill you up completely.

Mingyu's grip on your hips tightens as you sink down onto him, his eyes locked with yours, a mixture of desire and adoration shining in their depths. With each movement, each thrust, you feel a connection forming between you.

As you start to ride Mingyu slowly, his nails dig into your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his head thrown back in blissful abandon.

"I'm so sensitive, even after I'm hard again," Mingyu confesses, his voice strained with pleasure. "it's like I can feel every inch of you."

His admission only fuels your desire, spurring you to move with even more purpose and intent. With each rock of your hips, you feel him deep inside you, filling you up and setting your body ablaze with pleasure.

Mingyu's hands roam eagerly over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if he can't get enough of you. His touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

As Mingyu's under abdomen trembled beneath you, a telltale sign that he was nearing the edge, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. His moans grew louder, more urgent, and you could see the ecstasy written all over his face as he approached the peak of pleasure.

With a wicked grin, you leaned in close, your voice dripping with desire as you began to tease him with dirty talk. "You like that, baby?" you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. "You like how good I feel riding you like this?"

Mingyu's response was a guttural groan, his hands tightening on your hips as he struggled to form a coherent response. But you weren't about to let him off that easily.

"You're so close, aren't you?" you continued, your voice low and sultry. "You want to come for me, don't you?"

Mingyu's breathing grew ragged, his body trembling beneath you as he fought to hold on just a little while longer. But you weren't about to make it easy for him.

"I want to hear you say it," you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin as you whispered your command. "Tell me how badly you want to come for me. Tell me how much you need it."

And as Mingyu struggled to give you a response, his moans growing louder with each passing moment, you knew that he was teetering on the brink.

As Mingyu surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure, his body convulsing with the force of his release, you couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction wash over you. His cries of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with your own moans of pleasure as you continued to ride him with unbridled passion.

"You like that, baby?" you purred, your voice dripping with desire as you felt his cock throbbing inside you. "You like how I'm overstimulating you, making you come so hard you can't even think straight?"

Mingyu's response was a choked sob, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. But you weren't about to let up, not when you were so close to your own release.

With renewed determination, you continued to ride him, your movements becoming more frantic as you chased your own pleasure. Mingyu's cries of ecstasy filled the air, driving you wild with desire as you approached the brink of your own orgasm.

And as the pleasure washed over you in a tidal wave of sensation, you cried out in ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your release. Mingyu's cries echoed yours, his hands trembling while he grabbed your body close.

Your stamina remained high, fueled by the intense sex between you and Mingyu. Even after your orgasm, you continued to bounce and ride him, your body moving with a relentless energy that seemed endless.

With each movement, each thrust, you felt a surge of pleasure coursing through you, driving you ever closer to the edge once more. Mingyu's cries of pleasure spurred you on, his hands gripping your hips with tightened fingers.

But as you rode him with increasing fervor, you felt a familiar tension building within you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you completely. Your legs began to tremble beneath you, weakened by the relentless onslaught of pleasure.

And then, with a cry of ecstasy, you felt it wash over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that left you trembling and breathless. Your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, your legs giving out beneath you as you collapsed against Mingyu, spent and satisfied.

As you disentangle yourself from Mingyu's spent form, you can't help but admire the sight before you. His cock is sore and spent, body glistening with sweat, his body exuding an aura of exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Are you good?" you ask softly, concern lacing your voice as you look down at him.

Mingyu lets out a ragged breath, his chest heaving as he meets your gaze with a mixture of disbelief and awe. "You're crazy," he murmurs, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

But then his expression turns serious, his eyes locking with yours as he speaks again. "Don't you dare to do this to anyone else," he says, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "Overstimulating might just become a kink of mine too, especially if it's with you."

His words send a shiver of excitement down your spine, the possessiveness in his tone igniting a fire within you. With a smirk, you lean in close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

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starkeyisthelastname · 8 months

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When stepdad rafe hears reader talking about how she wants to loose her virginity

He had over heard you on the phone, giggling away with one of your girlfriends. As delicate and innocent as you were, your voice still carried and that’s when he had found out about you wanting to lose your virginity. The thought of some random boy’s limp dick inside you, made him seethe in anger. It had to be him who popped your perfect little cherry.

You were sitting on your pretty pink bed, surrounded by an enormous amount of fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. Glittery pen in hand, you wrote something down in your journal, while humming to whatever pop song played. Rafe knocked on the already open door, watching those big eyes light up at the sight of him. You slammed the journal closed, shoving it aside.

“Hi, Rafey!” You said, swinging your bare legs off the bed.

It was comical to him that you were still a virgin, especially the way you ran around the house. Shorts that barely covered your rather thick ass, and flimsy tank-tops that your perky tits nearly fell out of. He was curious now to what you were hiding in that diary of yours, making him walk further into the girly room.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked, casually as he made his way over to the bed. “Writing down all your dirty little secrets.” He grinned. He could tell you were nervous by the way you quickly avoided his gaze, looking down at the fury white rug.

“No.. I don’t have any dirty secrets.” You told him, voice small as you swung your legs back and forth.

“Yeah? So you wouldn’t mind me reading your diary. We are family after all and shouldn’t hide secrets.” He said as a matter of factly, reaching down to pick up the journal. You tried to grab it from him, but failed due to his height.

Opening the last page you written in, Rafe read the neat writing, his confirmation of what he had heard earlier coming true. “Today, I talked to my best friend about wanting to lose my virginity. I want to have sex so so bad…” He didn’t even need to continue on, seeing your cheeks turning pink.

“Please don’t tell my mom.” You pleaded to him, knowing that she wanted to keep you pure despite the fact that you were 19.

Rafe chuckled, throwing the diary back onto the bed. “Relax, kid. What’s got you so nervous?” He asked. “You need dick that bad, huh?”

The way you looked up at him, eyes so innocent and lips so kissable, nodding your head, had him growing hard in his pants. It took everything in him not to shove you down on your knees and fuck your little virgin throat. He'd save that for another time though, right now he was determined to ruin your tight cunt.

“See, when you lose your virginity, you want it to be with someone special. Someone you can trust. Not one of your little boyfriends.” He told you.

You looked at him confused, with a little curiosity behind those eyes. “Someone like you Rafey?” Your tone of questioning as you bit your lower lip out of habit. His ocean eyes gleamed in excitement, the heat running straight to his cock.

His eyes nearly rolled back at the sight in front of him. His pure little beauty of a step- daughter, completely naked before him. You were still reluctant that this was wrong, even after his fingers had loosened you up a bit and tongue had been on your sweet folds. Now with his cock in hand, lining it up with your plump pussy he watched your face twitch as he pushed in.

“No.. it hurts.” You mumbled, pushing at his now bare chest as the stretch to your untouched hole was burning.

“You are fine, kid. Never had 9 inches up your princess cunt, I know it.” Rafe’s voice cracked as he tried not to ram himself inside the tightest cunt he ever had the pleasure of being in. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it slow circles to distract you from the pain. Poor thing.

Your whimpers turned into the prettiest moans sooner than later as he began speeding up. Eyes heavy, and abs flexing as he thrusted into you. He was Rafe Cameron and he got everything he wanted, including taking his step-daughter’s virginity.

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cas-kingdom · 1 year

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The Art of Parenting

A/N: This took a lot of time and motivation to finish, so it isn’t my best, but honestly I’m just glad to have it up and posted at this point, haha. Hopefully you enjoy it all the same.

In my OC’s (reader’s) world, our fave seven are no longer together by the time she officially becomes a member of the BAU. But let’s imagine for the sake of this fic that they are. <3

As usual, reader is Spencer’s sister and this fic is entirely platonic.

Title: The Art of Parenting

Summary: On the jet home, you find Hotch in need of some reassurance. And a blanket.

Words: 2634

As unexpected as it was to see the youngest of the unit walk sluggishly down the jet’s aisle, wrapped from head to way behind your toes in a heavy duvet and clutching two pillows to your chest, nobody could say with certainty that it was surprising.

And, frankly, as sudden laughter and teasing remarks shattered the previously dismal atmosphere of the jet typical after a case, nobody could say it wasn’t appreciated.

Between Rossi’s almost disgruntled “Why’d I never think of that?” and Emily and J.J.’s pleas to toss them both a pillow each, Derek pushed his headphones back and breathed a short burst of laughter.

“Oh, Princess, you did not.”

“It’s an eight-hour flight home,” you stated matter-of-factly, “you can bet your ass I did.”

You sat between him and Spencer, the latter absorbed in a book about insects, and crossed your legs beneath you. With little reluctance, as though you’d been expecting as much, you threw the pillows in the direction of Emily and J.J.. A stream of thanks and praises came your way immediately. Sleeping on a long plane ride home was bad enough, but sleeping after five days of running, shooting, yelling, punching, and powered by nothing but caffeine was rough. A pillow was capable of making that sleep the best damn sleep they’d ever had.

“Y/N—” J.J.’s voice was muffled by the pillow she’d stuck her face in—“you’re my lifesaver right now, and I love you.”

Emily pushed herself up on an elbow. “Do you happen to have a sleep mask back there?”

Derek waved her off and sat forward as you made yourself comfortable, spreading your duvet out around you. “Forget about that,” he said, “tell me you brought enough for all of us.”

A general hush encompassed the jet. Rossi leant forward expectantly, one brow quirked, and even Hotch, thus far silent in his own corner as he bent over a pile of paperwork, paused for a moment, his head tilted to await your answer. J.J. was utterly gone, it seemed, though Emily was still waiting for confirmation of a sleep mask.

You gave Derek a look. Derek clucked his tongue and shook his head, sitting back against his seat. You, because you were you, immediately unwrapped yourself from your blanket burrito and handed him a corner so he could pull it across him. Derek’s teasing look of misery dropped in an instant, and he accepted the corner with a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart.” With that, he pulled his headphones over his ears and shut his eyes, sinking down the couch enough that the duvet touched his chin.

“Sooo…that’s a no on the sleep mask?”

“Sorry, Em.”

The jet settled again after a sigh and a wave of the hand from Emily. Soft snores were just about audible from underneath J.J.’s pillow, Rossi had made himself comfortable in his seat, head in the palm of his hand, and Hotch’s momentary distraction had not thwarted his determination to finish his work before you landed. You watched him for a moment, noting the trademark crease in his brow as he hunched over documents.

And the man wondered why he got so many headaches.

“Did you know that a ladybug will prepare for a food shortage by laying infertile eggs for her young to eat once they hatch?”

Spencer hadn’t taken his eyes from his page, completely immersed, and wouldn’t have noticed if his sudden statement didn’t even gain a response. Still, instinctively, you turned away from Hotch and towards your brother, peering in total interest down at what he was reading. “Creepy,” you said.

“Resourceful,” Spencer corrected.

“You’re telling me you’d procreate and go through nine months of pregnancy and hours of painful labour only to give the baby away to be eaten by your other kids once it’s born?”

Spencer looked up. A puckered brow temporarily marred his features. “Actually,” he said, “the time taken by ladybugs to lay eggs after mating varies and can sometimes be as little as seven days or as long as two to three months. Once the eggs are laid they can take between three and ten days to hatch.” There were a couple beats of silence, both of you staring at the other, before Spencer sniffed and turned back to his book. “And I can’t get pregnant.”

Years ago, before and at the beginning of his career, sarcasm had been alien to Spencer. Since then, you were proud to say he’d become one with a few more human traits. Teasing being one of them, as was proven when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye and let a playful smile slip onto his face. You breathed a quiet laugh and leant your head against his shoulder when he snuck an arm around you.

“Your pillows have been taken hostage,” he reminded you. His eyes were still following the words in front of him, but he’d slowed his pace. Still an exceptionally abnormal pace, but normal enough that he could read while talking. He lowered his voice a bit, well aware the rest of the plane, save from Hotch, was deep in sleep. “Do we plan a rescue attempt?”

You hummed. “You’re comfy enough.”

Spencer smiled and glanced at his watch. “How about utilising my comfiness and getting some sleep?”

You rose an eyebrow at his subtlety. “You know I stopped being twelve over ten years ago?”

“One of the parenting books I read when you were little said that parenting is a lifetime job and does not stop when a child grows up.”

You looked critically up at him. “What about you?”

“Uh, I think I’ll stay up for a bit and read.”

Needless to say, you knew when you next woke he’d be beaten by sleep. You shuffled down the length of the couch so you could put your head in your brother’s lap and curled your legs beneath you so that you didn’t accidentally kick Derek.

An as yet undetermined amount of time later, you woke to Spencer deeper in sleep than even you had been. His book still in his hand, so close to the end, the genius was slumped against the side of the couch, head lolling uncomfortably back. He had his free hand on your shoulder, an instinctual thing, and as you blinked away the residual drowsiness you squinted at the watch on his wrist. 2:30 am. You hadn’t been sleeping long.

You sat up, careful not to jostle your brother. Derek was still tucked beneath his end of the blanket, his headphones halfway to falling off. You reached across to gently tug them from him before he ended with an ear cushion in his eye.

Emily and J.J. hadn’t moved from beneath their pillows, and Rossi seemed to have stretched himself out across the opposite couch while you’d been asleep.

The gentle hum of the plane’s engine would have caused you to doze off again if it weren’t for the sight of Hotch, still in his corner and hunched over his work. The man was unbelievable.

After a hefty amount of blinking and rubbing, you let loose another yawn before standing to your feet. You noticed Hotch glance up at the movement, and he offered a tired smile as you walked down the plane’s aisle towards him. You had intended on slipping into the seat opposite him but at a sudden remembrance slowed halfway. Hotch frowned lightly and you pointed a finger at him to wait before walking past him and towards where you’d all stored your bags before flying.

When you reappeared with a second duvet even thicker than the one now spread evenly across Spencer and Derek, even Hotch couldn’t refrain from chuckling. He still held his pen in his hand but let his eyes move from his papers for a moment as he sat back.

“What’s this?” he asked.

You smiled as you passed him the duvet, feeling some sense of victory when he didn’t hesitate before taking it. Sitting opposite him, you watched him settle it around himself. It was some solace to see him visibly relax beneath it.

“I knew someone would need it,” you said. Then, after fleeting reluctance, “How much do you wanna bet I knew that someone would be you?”

Hotch, because he truly was not as harsh as those on the outside would consider the permanent lines in his forehead and coarse glint in his eye to mean, chuckled softly. “Nothing, thank you,” he said, resigned.

You breathed a laugh. “How much longer do we have?” You turned in your seat and stretched your legs out across the length of it, leaning back against the wall. The shutter had been pulled down over the window, but you reached over with a finger to crack it open slightly. No light flooded onto Hotch’s workspace, so you imagined there was still a while to go. It didn’t bother you, of course. You knew there was always the possibility that a new case would land in your faces the moment you stepped off the plane. Any slither of solitude in the confinements of the jet was precious.

“Four hours, give or take.” Hotch was silent for a moment, but you had a sense you were suddenly being scrutinised as you continued to peer aimlessly out of the crack in the window. Keeping your head in place, you flicked your eyes to the side, gaining uneasy confirmation when you noticed his gaze on you.

Hotch rose an eyebrow. “What is it?” he asked.

Your eyes involuntarily widened. “Huh?” Hotch let his lips twitch knowingly upwards, and you decided after a moment to reciprocate it. With confidence built up over almost fifteen years in his company, you leant forward and clasped your hands on the table in front of you. “I was going to ask you the same thing,” you said.

He sat back. “I know.”

“I know you know.”

Hotch put his pen down. He absently glanced around the jet, as though assuring himself everyone was still asleep. Then, sighing, he returned his gaze to you. “Jack asked about his mother on the phone this morning.”

You frowned. “I’ve heard Jack talk about Haley before.”

“He has. Really, I encourage it. I wouldn’t want him to forget her. But he…” Hotch hesitated, the words so obviously clinging to the end of his tongue. For as much as he encouraged his team to talk to someone when they were struggling, he certainly didn’t act upon his own advice. Still, the rarity of it and the love you held for him made you the most patient you’d been.

“This morning,” Hotch continued quietly, “he asked specifically about her death.” Another pause, though only so he could take an encouraging breath. “He asked if Haley was shot in the head or the heart. Said he couldn’t remember which.”

You couldn’t say you weren’t taken aback, and Hotch noticed it immediately. He sat up straighter, apprehension entering his posture. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, “I shouldn’t be saying this to you. You don’t need this.”

“Hey.” You shook your head to make sure he knew he’d gotten the wrong idea. “Neither do you. Share the load a bit. It’s okay.”

His gratitude was obvious as he relaxed a bit, sitting back against his seat and staring out the crack in the window. It was still dark, but the light from the moon highlighted the clouds as you passed. He found it easy to focus on them as he arranged his thoughts.

“He’s growing up,” he concluded eventually, “and he’s becoming more curious about his mom…it’s natural, I know, but it’s…”

“Terrifying?”

Hotch shrugged in defeat, yet a smile still pulled at his lips. “I’m not sure how Spencer did it with you,” he admitted.

You lifted yourself slightly to peer over the back of the seat. Your brother was still deep in sleep, utter innocence on his face. You found yourself smiling still when you sat back down to look at him. “You did it too, you know,” you said. At Hotch’s silence, you continued. “It wasn’t just Spence raising me. Of course, he did the majority of it, but I was nine when I met the rest of the team. You all raised me, you all had to let go of the fact I wasn’t a kid anymore at some point. If you can do it with me, you can do it again with Jack, I promise you.”

Hotch hadn’t thought about it like that, but your presence in the team always brought about new angles. It was true that Spencer’s addition to the team had included his younger sister, and it was also true that, whether prepared for it or not, they had all been surrogate parents to you in at least some way throughout your life. They had watched you grow up, imparted their own life lessons, and, yes, at some point, they had had to accept the fact that you didn’t need them quite so much anymore. He seemed to remember his own awakening had been when you’d come into his office at eighteen with a mug of coffee after claiming for years the taste was too bitter. Somehow, seeing you sat opposite him with one leg crossed over the other and occasionally sipping at your latte, realisation had snuck up on him that you absolutely was no longer the nine-year-old he’d used to have to clean chocolate from.

In more ways than one, the reminder soothed his soul, the parts of it aching for his little boy to remain little for just a while longer. He had always been afraid of the process, perhaps because each year Jack grew older marked another year without Haley.

With a hum of acknowledgement, Hotch ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “Really. That’s helped.”

“Sometimes you just need a reminder,” you said. “You’ve done it before. Sure, this time will be a little different, but you’ve got the tools to make it work.”

Hotch frowned playfully. “Haven’t I said those exact words to you before?”

“No comment.”

He laughed then, with not much regard to the others sleeping on the plane, before stretching an arm out in obvious invitation. You felt a warmth immediately settle within you as you got up to sit beside him, settling in between him and his arm and accepting the bit of the duvet he passed along to you. You were a creature of habit, and since a child you had always found your comfort in the arms of one of the BAU team members, whoever happened to be closest. Such a comfort had naturally been less sought after as you’d grown older, especially from Hotch, but it only meant each offer from him was appreciated more.

“And don’t worry about Jack’s questions,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. “I remember having the same curiosities about my parents when I was growing up. I just wanted to know more about them, about myself.”

“I have a feeling I’ll be getting more.”

“Hmm.”

“Thanks again, Y/N.”

You yawned, the lull of the plane catching up to you once again. You leaned further into Hotch’s side and absently pat his hand sitting at your shoulder. Already half asleep, you murmured an “It’ll be okay”, not even reacting when Hotch pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head and pushed the documents he’d been working on to the other side of the table. He closed his own eyes, feeling somewhat at peace, with, really, the first of both his kids in his arms.

And if the team’s next go bags were mostly stuffed with pillows, blankets, and sleep masks…none of the jet’s staff ever mentioned it.

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The Fifth Storm

Summary: When a man is asked to choose a bride many would expect him to just choose the prettiest and move on but when Aemond Targaryen is asked to choose one of the Baratheon girls as his bride does something unexpected but it leaves you wanting more.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity, fingering, masturbation, finger sucking, p in v, implied shorter reader though it is never stated. insecure!reader, Baratheon!reader but appearance or age is never stated (implied to be around the same age as aemond) ooc Baratheon's and probably aemond, obsessive Aemond? it's a lot of build up, may put eyes for Aemond instead of eye please ignore it, not proofread

word count: 5.4k

The man dressed in all black stares blankly at the five of you, seemingly unimpressed. Your father stands next to him giving you all pointed looks while the prince isn't looking. ‘Aemond ‘one eye’ Targaryen is a man to be feared’ he said ‘if his face is so horrible do not look at him directly and do not embarrass me.’ You were dreading meeting the one eyed prince after your fathers warning words but once he stood in front of you, you could not see what he was talking about.

When you heard the rumor of targaryen beauty you couldn't believe it as you had never seen once but the man in front of you proved you wrong. He looked exactly as a prince should, Tall. he is tall, very tall and he has such a strong jawline you felt as though if you ran your thumb along it your finger shall start to bleed. Unlike the rest of him his lips look soft ‘I wonder what they would- You shouldn't think like that.’ You remind yourself. His hair is long and beautiful, you wonder if before he goes to bed he lets it flow and when he wakes up its spread all over his pillow, you bet he looks like an angel. ‘It is a sight I'd like to see’ you think.

‘He will not pick me’ you remember. Ignoring the pit forming in your stomach, You stood up straight and tall ‘Floris is the obvious choice, she is much prettier than i am much prettier than all of us.’ Floris stood to your left, her hair perfectly done as it always looked and her dress fitting nicely as it always did. As you think this his eye turns towards Floris and remains there for a little longer than you believe necessary, ‘See he definitely will pick her any second now he shall open his mouth and say he’ll have her.’

However when he opens his mouth you are dumbfounded by the words that follow. “I’d like to give each of them a kiss.” Your father looks at him dumbfounded, “I’m sorry, my prince?” “A kiss, I'd like to give each of them a prince and then I shall choose my bride.” Maris scoffs and father shoots her a glare so she keeps her mouth shut. ‘A kiss?’ you were confused, why did he want to give you all a kiss. If your father wants to ask more questions he doesnt as he keeps his mouth shut as he gives him permission. Was he like his brother and the rumors you had heard that he would use women for his own selfish pleasure? Did he just want his turn at all of you before he was forced to pick just one?

Dread filled your stomach as Aemond stepped towards Cassandra who was eager to please. She wanted to be royalty, the queen specifically but being a princess would have to suffice. The two kiss, you can tell cassandra is trying her best but by the stiffness aemond is showing and the face he makes once they pull away he's not impressed. You look away as the dread continues to pool in your stomach, he moves down the line maris seemed reluctant and their kiss was brief, ellyn shares a quick one with him as well and soon enough it was your turn. He is standing in front of you and you two lock eyes, you swear he had a different expression while he looks at you than he had for your other sisters.

He was so painfully handsome you almost want to look away but you do not as he leans closer to you. You close your eyes and suddenly his lips are on yours, the world fades away around you as he brings a hand to your cheek you gasp and his tongue pokes at your mouth before he pulls away. Suddenly you are reminded of where you are and your face heats and you look down not noticing Cassandra's glare and maris’s light laughter. You do however notice that floris’s lips barely touch his before he stands back and once again he is standing in front of you, “i shall take her as my wife.”

The hall is happily filled with cheer, laughter and food as your father boasts about the union between house targaryen and house baratheon yet all you can do is sit in shock. “I'm so happy for your sister, you shall be a princess.” Cassandra speaks through her grinding teeth, glaring at you. You can barely hear her, not when all you can do is stare at the prince and your father across the room as they are talking with some of the other lords. “You shouldn't grind your teeth dear sister, they'll be grinded down to the gums by the wedding.” maris says with a laugh making floris and ellyn laugh as well. You feel a hand placed on your shoulder and you jump in your seat, “Calm down dear sister.” you turn your head to Floris who gives you a kind smile next to you.

“I thought he was going to choose you.” you tell her honestly. “I thought he was going to as well,” she begins to play with the food on her plate as she continues “though i am not envious of your position, i know he shall treat you well he is a prince.” you sigh. “I don't know Floris.” Before you can continue you notice out of the corner of your eye the one eyed prince staring at you.

His presence is overwhelming even if you are even on the other side of the room, he is the only man you can look at barely noticing anybody else. All you can think about is how handsome he is, your eyes drift down to the cup he’s holding and the long fingers wrapped around it. You know a little about the deed from the books you've managed to hide from your father and the rants from one of the girls you were friends with from a minor house who recently married a higher lord.

‘They do not care about you during the deed.’ She had said. ‘All you have to do is lay there, they stick is in and you take it until they are done and leave to go find so common whore to fuck.’ However something else she had said caught your attention, ‘You might as well take matters into your own hands and pleasure yourself instead since men are too incompetent to.’ During her long rants she had described how, you never had the guts to do it yourself but all you can think about is how much you would rather have his long fingers inside of you instead of trying your own.

Lost in your thoughts you do not notice as the prince in question makes his way over to the five of you and gives our other sisters quick nods of acknowledgement before turning his head to you, “My lady.” Your face heats and you breathlessly let out a quick “My prince.” he tilts his head at you with a curious look and a quick smirk rises to his face before he falls back into his neutral expression. “Would you mind if I joined you?” You could not even look at him embarrassed by your own thoughts as you nod and he takes a seat closest to you.

The room suddenly feels hot, very hot and you can feel the already damp spot that was growing in your underwear to feel much wetter. ‘I need to leave.’ Your sisters engage in conversation with him, mainly cassandra clearing still trying to win him over but his attention seems fixated on you. His fingers tap the table as he gives short and quick answers to them, all you can do is stare at them as they move. What you do not notice is this does not go unnoticed. Your skin burns with need, the dress you wear rubbing away your nipples and the pool between your legs only getting worse the only thing you want to do is grab his hand and place it where you want him to rub you until you burst-

“Are you alright sister?” you turn to see your sisters stare at you strangely, “you look unwell.” floris looks the most concerned, placing a hand on your shoulder. You can't answer her, lost for words you nod your head and open your mouth to try and give her a meek response before you feel a warm hand place itself onto your upper back. “Are you sure you're alright, my lady?” you miss the slight teasing in his voice and whip your head towards him, “Is something bothering you?” Being this close to him is an issue. Your senses are overwhelmed by him, his smell, his look, the feeling of his warm hands, his seemingly genuine concern, ‘I want to taste him as well.’

His handsome face is the only thing in your mind, “I'm just thinking about how handsome you are, my prince.” He is taken aback as though that is the last thing he thought you would say. Your sisters next to you laugh as Cassandra grumbles under her breath “suck up” Humiliated you look down and stand up, “I am feeling rather unwell i should head to bed.” without even giving a proper goodbye other than the bowing of your head you leave and relieve yourself before you explode.

You rush into your room greeted by your usual handmaiden who seems shocked to see you so early. “I’d like to take a bath, colder than usual please.” she tilts her head at you, confused but runs the bath anyways and goes to undress you as she always does but you send her away telling her you’d like to be alone for the rest of the night, if she wants to ask more she doesnt as she bows her head to leave telling you she’ll make sure to send the other maidens as well.

Your dress is annoying to take off but you couldn't bear the embarrassment you would have to face if she noticed you were absolutely soaked in your underwear. Finally you are completely undressed and slip into the bath, the colder water shocks you but you can only hope it can help reduce your sinful thoughts.

–

The bath does not help. If anything the bath makes it worse, barely unable to sit in there for five minutes as your mind was flooded with images of Aemond, him in the bath with you nude, touching you wherever he wished and you touching him as well. You stand up and feeling worse than you did before and move to dry yourself, ‘I should just relieve myself’ the voice in the back of your head thinks ‘no it is wrong i shouldn't’ ‘what's so wrong with pleasuring yourself you remember what she said they cannot pleasure you why not just do it yourself?’ The sinful voice is sounding more and more convincing by the second.

What's the harm in doing it right? It's just you alone in this room and you cannot even think about going to sleep for the night in your state so you lay on your bed and stare up at the ceiling, you hands unconscious moving to massage your sore breasts were they always this sore you hadn't noticed and at this point you didn't care. Your heart is pounding to the point you can barely hear anything else as you move your hand down and begin to toy with yourself

–

He was captivated by you the moment he saw you, barely being able to lift your head as he stood next to your father as he sung his daughters praises, ‘oh cassandra is the oldest she's the most prepared for you, maris is the smartest, ellyn is the most obedient and floris is the prettiest.’ he notices Borros says nothing about you, the most captivating one of them all. He does not question this, if Borros does not see the gem standing right in front of him, polished and shining ready for the taking he shall take her for himself. Aemond wants you, he wants to take you even though he has not even been introduced to you. There's just something about you that's so captivating, he must have you.

The perfect idea comes to him, he can give each of them a kiss. It's the perfect excuse, he acts as though he wishes to pick the best kisser before he glosses over the other girls and gets to the real prize, you and he knows Lord Borros cannot say no. He eyes floris for a little longer; he is annoyed yet does not show it. She is the only girl after you, dreading the fact he’ll even have to look at her after getting to kiss you.

Though he wishes he could go and grab you and whisk you away now he knows It's too soon for anything crazy, he has only just finished listening to Borros drone on and on about a dowry and wedding ceremonies praises of his daughters and how happy he was to be joining houses once more. Only now he is standing in front of you. He needs an excuse to be near you, to touch you in some way. Aemond is right of course, lord Borros does not tell him no and allows it.

As he walks towards Cassandra who he can tell he is all too eager he wants to look annoyed but he reminds himself that he can’t make his actions too obvious if he is too obvious Borros may step and he can not ruin his chance at getting to taste you. As his lips touch the other girls lips his eye remains on your form, you are looking at your feet and playing with your fingers, ‘she’s perfect.’

Now he stands before you now, he tries not to let the eagerness show on his face as he finally locks eyes with you. You have this gleam of something in your eye he cannot recognize before he leans in and locks lips with you. Your lips are soft, he wishes he could say they are softer than the others but he does not remember the others not when you taste so sweet. Before he can stop himself his hand cups your cheek and he feels you gasp, ‘she's so perfect’ he can help but smile as his tongue almost touches yours before he is reminded of what he's doing and he pulls back. With swollen slips and a shocked expression you look up at this he resists the urge to reach and shove your lips back against him and take you for all to see.

He forces himself to move on as he watches you snap out of your daze and look down, he smiles not caring about anybody else right now, you are the only person in his mind. He glances as the last girl not even remembering what her name was and ghosts his lips over hers, it would be wrong for a common girl to spoil the gift an angel has placed upon his lips. He steps back in front of you, “I shall take her as my wife.” It was already decided from the moment he glanced at you but now he can finally announce it. A sense of possession flows through him as he utters the words my wife while staring at you.

He watches as your eyes widen and despite his shock Lord Boros exclaims how happy he is and how they shall throw a feast. He wants to hear you call him your husband, he wants to hear you call his name, he wants to hear what noises you make while he takes you like no other man has, he wants to ruin other men for you so you shall never think of another man other than him. He wonders if he was your first kiss, he hopes he was your first kiss so he can be the first and last man to touch your soft lips. He doesn't even acknowledge the other girls anymore, why would he when you are standing in front of him.

—

The feast is boring, he hates that he is forced to conversate with these minor lords who simply wish to boast about themselves when instead he could be sitting next to you, surrounded by your scent, talking with you, watching you avert your eyes as you struggle to answer him why must he bore himself when he could be having fun with you.

He glances over at you for what must be the thousandth time that night, glances at you talking with your sister, picking at your food waiting for you to look at him and notices that finally your eyes are on him as well. He notes that your eyes are not on his face but on his hands he smirks and taps his fingers once on the cup of wine he's holding and he watches as your eyes widen slightly and your look turns bashful before you look down once more.

He doesnt think he can wait until the wedding to have you, what is the point of waiting anyway he’ll be the one marrying you, claiming you, anyways not any of these other common lords who also like taking glances at the girls. Never his girl though it's always one of the other Baratheon girls. He’s thankful, no one else should be eyeing what's his and if no one else can appreciate the angel that has fallen from the sky to grace them with her presence then he alone shall bask in her warmth.

Done with the conversation he bids and quick goodbye to the lords before moving towards you, he quickly acknowledges the other girls before his attention falls and stays on you, “my lady.” It's hard to say when all he wants to call you is his wife, but he must have patience he cannot act irrationally with so many others around. You greet him back “my prince” my. mine. He loves it. It sounds like music to his ears, He wants to hear it again and again but more than anything he wants to hear you say his name. He notices your breathlessness and smirks. He bets you are soaked at this point waiting and wanting only him to touch you and he will but not yet.

He joins you and quickly notes that you cannot even look at him, he loves it, he loves that you want him just like he wants you. He’ll have to do something about that. For now your sisters engage with him instead, he barely takes note of them not while you are sitting so close to him, you seem to be lost in thought and you unconsciously rub your thighs together. He needs you and he needs you now. He notices your nipples poking through your dress and Aemond likes his lips feeling the urge to wrap his lips around them as he shoves himself into you.

Floris takes note of your odd behavior and confronts you on it, you freeze as she places a hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes and asks you if you're alright. ‘No she isn't alright but it's okay i'll take care of her and make her all better.’ He places a hand on your back as he fakes concern, he loves how shocked you are as you look at him. “Is something bothering you?” He knows what's bothering you but he wants to ask anyway, he wants to know what pathetic excuse you’ll give him, he wants to see you squirm and shake to avoid eye contact as you answer, he wants you.

“I'm just thinking about how handsome you are, my prince.” Your answer shocks him, he is barely able to recover as you move to leave after your answer. The prince's notes that you whimper slightly as you move to stand up and his eye remains on your retreating form and the wet spot he notices forming on the back of your dress. He smirks. Aemond leaves the celebration shortly after you left, what's the point in staying when the only good thing there has left. And he knows exactly where he's going to go but now he just needs to find where your room is.

He runs into a maiden in the hallway who is clearly scared of him and uses this to his advantage he asks where your room is, the maiden seems hesitant but he states he simply wishes to return something you left behind at the dining hall. The maiden states that if Aemond just gave her the item she can return it to you as are in the bath, there is no way Aemond is going to miss the opportunity to see you now. After a bit more of hesitation and coercing she tells him where you room is clearly afraid of what he will do and he moves past her and walks towards where you are, eager to see whatever state you are in.

When he gets closer he is more than shocked to hear your beautiful moans. You must be a siren for how you are luring him in with your beautiful voice. At first he is angry, what if you are in there with another man. He would kill him, for touching and taking what was rightfully his. His homicide thoughts cease to exist as he hears you moan a name, his name.

—

He is all you can think about, his hands, imagining his hands are yours as they rub and move inside you. Something you're sure of is that It's not as good as he would feel but it will have to be done, knowing that he’ll probably be just like any other man and use you for his own pleasure but you can't be bothered to care right now as all you can think of is him. His name falls easily off your lips, as if you've said it a million times before, you want it to be him, you want him so bad, the minimal words he’s said to you ring around your head, the feeling of his hand on your back, your cheek, the kiss you shared, his tongue, you wish he had gone further with you. You're so captivated by him all you wish to do is see him, touch him, you want everything.

“How amusing.” you freeze. Maybe you were imagining things, you wanted to hear him so bad his voice is simply just playing in your head. “Did I tell you to stop?” you rush to sit up and pull your blanket over you. The sight of him sitting on a chair that was clearly moved so it could have a better view of you, legs spread and a noticeable bulge in his pants is heavenly. “My prince!” you are out of breath as if you just ran around the castle a hundred times, you can barely believe that he was actually in your room.

He clicks his tongue clearly upset you were now fully covered by the mock frown on his face. You however cannot tell the frown is mocking, you are humiliated, getting upset at yourself for ruining the one good thing you got. He probably wants to break the betrothal, once he’s done berating you now he’ll rush down to your father and tell him he changed his mind on which one he wants, you're sure he doesn't want you now that he’s seen you act like this.

He tilts his head as your eye’s fill up with tears and you look at him, he didn't think you could get any more beautiful than before but now with your bare shoulders showing and your tears running down your face he thinks you've never looked better. “Please dont break off the betrothal!” he looks confused, “I promise this is the first time i've ever done something like this, no one has ever touched me before i don't know what happened to me, i-” you freeze as he gets up and moves towards you, now sitting on the bed in front of you he wipes the tears from your face.

He closes his eye and presses his forehead against yours, “Now why would I ever do that?” It is now your turn to be confused, in your shock you unknowingly drop your arms leaving your full chest exposed he pulls back and his eye looks down at your chest. There's a dark look in his eye you can’t recognize and you quickly remove your hands from the blanket to cover yourself. He’s faster than you, catching your hands and bringing them to his mouth, he places each of them one by one in his mouth and sucks them clean, removing any of your own trances off of them and into his mouth.

You're in disbelief, as he closes his eyes and hums in content. “You taste just like how I imagined.” You can barely believe what you're hearing as he moves his hand to cup your face like he did just hours ago. “Why did you think I was going to end the betrothal?” it's a question you weren't expecting certainly not right now, he keeps his eye locked on you almost demanding that he know. “Um, not many good things happen to me, i'm the forgotten one, the fifth storm yet i'm not the youngest. I'm not the prettiest i'm not the smartest i'm not the most obedient im just..” you trail off unable to look at him due to your shame.

He doesn't like that answer, he lets out an aggressive hum and pushes you back softly so you are laying on the bed he throws the blanket off the bed so you are completely exposed. Before you can even blink he is on top of you, trapping you between his arms. His face comes closer to yours before he speaks, you can feel his breath on your face as all you can do is stare. “These people are worthless,” he says, “they are nothing compared to you. They all pale in comparison. You are the only one i could look at even while your father was singing your sisters praises you were the only one i could think about. I asked to kiss you all so I could kiss you, not any of them. You are the only one I want, you are the one I'm throbbing for, I'm aching for.”

You feel like you can barely breath and the tears well up in your eyes once again, nobody has ever spoken so kindly about you before. He wipes them from your eyes as you speak, “do you really mean it?” He grins, “I’m more than eager to show you how much I mean it.” one of his hands trails down to your breasts and his thumb lightly rubs at your nipple, “if you'll let me that is.” “We shouldn't, we aren't even married.” “Yet. but we will be, what is the point of denying the inevitable and it would pain me to leave you when i know you ache for me in the same way i ache for you.” His thumb has picked up speed, your toes curl.

“Okay.” it's quiet but it's all he needs to shove his lips against yours and place both of his hands on your breasts. You gasp just as you did earlier and he doesn't waste the opportunity this time to shoving his tongue into your mouth. He trails his lips down your jaw and to your neck where he stays and sucks some bruises while one of his hands travels further down.

One finger running along your slit is all it takes for you to jump at the sensation, he chuckles as he takes two fingers to rub at your clit. Gripping the bed sheets hard, you acknowledge to yourself the fact that you were right when he slips a finger inside of you that his hands definitely feel better than yours. His hands are coarse obviously from his years of training along with the new added length it's a whole new sensation. You feel the pit beginning to build up in your stomach and your moans getting, “My prince!” “Say my name,” he growls.

“Aemond” its breathless and sounds so much better coming from your lips than he expected, “Again” “Aemond” “Again” “Aemond!” it only gets better the more you say it, he’s addicted. The last time is a shout, he can tell you're close so he pulls away. You whimper and ask him why he stops. He chuckles again and cups your face, “The first time you cum will be on my cock.”

He’s gotten off the bed to undress and despite your nerves for what's about to occur you can help but admire him. “You're very handsome.” the words fall easily from your lips like they did earlier except this time you’re staring at his bare back and bottom as he’s removing his clothes. He turns around and smiles at you once more, “you say that as you stare at my backside, so you think its my bottom that's handsome huh.” he's teasing you as he climbs back on top of you and stares at you. “You know what I mean.” his grin grows, “and you are the most beautiful women i've ever seen.” you look down at his dick in wonder and back up at him and his smiling face, “will it fit?” “I'll make it fit, don't worry princess.”

He's kissing you once more as he readjusts the two of you so he could enter you and you stiffen so he stops, “are you okay?” he asks against your lips pulling back slightly, “yes, just a little nervous.” “we don't have to-” “i want to.” you stop him before he even begins. “I want you my prince.” The look in his eye darkens once more as his tip pokes at your entrance, “and i want you, Issa ābrazȳrys.

He pushes in and it hurts, you hiss and groan as his lips are next to your ear whispering apologies and giving you kisses. Once he is fully in despite the fact all he wants to do is slam into you and claim you he knows he can't so he’s patient, he knows it’ll be worth it. Once you give him the okay he begins to move, you feel so much better than he had imagined.

All the women you have talked to have never said it felt this good. You close your eyes. You've never experienced anything like this and Aemond is the only thing on your mind. While you chant his name the words he is saying to you as he thrusts into you are unfamiliar, Issa ābrazȳrys (My wife), ñuhon (mine), Issa dōna (sweet girl). You want to ask but you can't right now not when the only word you can remember is his name

You tighten around him as the pit builds in your stomach, “are you close?” you moan as you nod, unable to form any words. “Hold it, my wife.” you don't believe it to be possible, “i want to cum, my husband.” you whimper. This causes him to freeze.

He watches as you whimper beneath him, begging him to move, “what did you just say?” you open your eyes going to apologize for your words but the look on his face stops you. “Aemond.” “No. What did you say?” you look away he grabs your jaw and brings your face to face him, “please. What did you say?” he begs, he wants to hear you say it, call him yours. “My husband.” He growls, you cup his face, “my husband, my prince, my Aemond, please make me cum.” “Hen rhinka issa ābrazȳrys (of course my wife)” He begins to thrust aggressively into you much more aggressively. He moves his hand to play with your clit, “cum.” he demands. And you do, the only thing you can say is his name over and over and over as you reach your peak. He quickly follows after with your name on his tongue.

The only thing the two of you can do is sit and stare at one another, he combs his hand through your hair and you smile. “Ñuhon (mine).” “Are you going to tell me what any of it means?” he smirks, “you’ll learn one day, Issa ābrazȳrys (My wife).”

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a/n: based on some random tik tok comment i saw also this is my first smut so i hope you enjoy (im ace so if this is inaccurate i apologize)

Tags: @anditsmywholeheart @bellameshipper

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Awlful, awful thought: A guilt-wracked Vaggie, trying to stay as quiet as possible in Charlie's bed as she cries herself to sleep. Wishing that she could bring up the courage and confess her sins to her girlfriend, who obviously deserves SO much better...

you put that thought back where it came from or SO HELP ME-

ugh, listen, i can see this horrible progression where at first it's Vaggie hiding (and failing but she doesn't know it) that she cries, and then it's Vaggie lying (a tiny little lie she thinks) about WHY she cries

them as strangers / new tentative friends and it took SO MUCH WRANGLING for Charlie just to get the dumpster woman to stay over with her while getting used to life with one eye instead of wandering off back onto hell's streets like Vaggie was ready to, and then getting her to use a couch instead of the floor, then finally the giant bed with a pillow propped between them

this is already a miracle enough, this is already more than she's ever gotten any other sinner to accept (and thank her for? and share a smile with her over it????)

so when she hears Vaggie's breath hitch in the middle of the night like she's hurt Charlie starts sitting up with her instinct to jump RIGHT INTO HELPING like usual- but Vaggie goes dead quiet the moment she moves and Charlie freezes, the sudden cold thought Vaggie doesn't WANT her to hear. Vaggie's been letting Charlie closer but maybe her not wanting Charlie to hear this (yet?) is part of why she's been so reluctant to stop sleeping in random corners of the house, and what if she packs up (metaphorically speaking, technically she has nothing) and leaves if Charlie spooks her now? Would Charlie ever find her again?

that's the first time Charlie lies awake listening to Vaggie cry softly to herself for half the night, pretending she doesn't hear it

it's not the last.

Because Vaggie ends up staying, with Charlie SPECIFICALLY, and it's a different kind of friendship than Charlie's used to- it's not Vaggie tolerating her ideas or her dreams or her wild bursts into song, it's Vaggie troubleshooting her ideas and agreeing with (!) her dreams (though she isn't as hopeful about it) (that's more than anyone has done since Lilith left-) and it's even Vaggie enjoying her silliness, joining in on a song with her,

a sad little song about a grown woman missing being close with her parents because having a friend like this is making her homesick for everything else she used to have-

but Vaggie doesn't roll her eye at the poor princess of hell she holds Charlie's hand when Charlie tears up, she just seems to like being around Charlie? even for the pity parties??? (Charlie for the love of all therapy i a m begging you go to THERAPY)

Vaggie is clearly missing something too though, and cries about it less often now- or

(a thought to keep Charlie awake all night when it comes to her)

is better at crying about it quietly so Charlie really doesn't hear her

and it's too much for Charlie to risk losing but it's also why Charlie rolls over that night, casual, casual, and pretends to be asleep as her hand drapes over that invisible line to just brush Vaggie's arm, and why she goes on pretending to sleep as Vaggie flinches, tenses, then lets out a breath and doesn't pull away.

it's the only way for Charlie to get any sleep now- making sure Vaggie won't feel completely alone, even if she won't let Charlie be there for her (Yet)

it's a short road from that to waking up snuggled together, because Charlie's a cuddle bug and Vaggie's surprisingly smug about being cuddled (by her), so Charlie's frantic pillow wall of privacy instantly falls the next night to laughter and a pillow fight, and their game of betting if they'll wake up in each others arms again also doesn't last long (because they always do) (this is NOT like friendships Charlie is used to) and soon Vaggie is hauling them both out of bed on her good days while groggy Charlie clings to her like a very stubborn blanket and

there's not much room for hiding tears like this. the lie comes out not long after.

Vaggie's bad days are things Charlie happily makes way too many sticky notes about: collecting Tired Vaggie or Grumpy Vaggie or Bumped Into Furniture One Too Many Times Needs To Go Beat Up The Nearest Dumpster With Her Spear Vaggie, or Vaggie Gluing Herself To The Nearest High Spot While She Broods (her small smile means more when it doesn't come out until Charlie's spent an hour sitting up there with her, chatting and pointing out landmarks like hell isn't that bad and everything can be okay)

and Charlie has bad days too (tries not to) (feels guilty about having them when she ISN'T even alone anymore) but lately her worst start with dried tears on the collar of her pajama shirt and Vaggie sounding a little bit more hoarse than usual in the morning

so it's not some, sudden nighttime feelings ambush. It's not Charlie waking up in the night to Vaggie crying and suddenly having the courage to pull her a little bit closer

it's Charlie having a bad day, afterwards, and Vaggie finding her hunched up in bed. (their bed)

It's Vaggie slipping quietly (worriedly) out of the shadows with a soft hey and are you okay? and getting hit with yes- no- does Vaggie know she can get up out of bed whenever she wants at night? she can wake Charlie up and leave and that's completely fine, if she wants to be alone for a bit, and then come back for snuggles after- or they can sleep separate or-

maybe it's the first time Vaggie reaches up to cup Charlie's cheek and ground her spiraling, maybe it's the first real jolt of fear Vaggie's felt since being eye-level with a sword. maybe not, but it gets her asking Charlie what the fuck are you talking about?

and then it's the truth-

Charlie can't stop thinking about Vaggie hiding her tears for her sake. it's fine if Vaggie doesn't trust Charlie with them- (yet) (someday?) (it's amazing Vaggie has put trust in Charlie at ALL)- but she should at least feel able to CRY when she wants to.

-and it's the lie.

Vaggie does trust Charlie. a small tiny lie that's mostly truth-

(she trusts Charlie is a good person) (she's scared of what that means) (she hasn't been a good person) (she isn't being one now)- she tells Charlie she cries because she misses her wings and the scars hurt and she hides it because there's nothing to be done about it, if they were coming back (for her) they would've by now (she DOESN'T want them to come for her she WOULDN'T leave if they did, if they offered-) (would she?) but they aren't so, (it's been too long) why waste her and Charlie's time being sad about it?

(how can she even still be SAD about it-)

I could hear Charlie whispering back something along the lines of, time with with you is never wasted, not to me. And, I want to be there with you, like you are when I need you.

I won't say this is when they both went Oh or even when maybe someone leaned forward a little and someone else met them half way, they're the sort of couple where it could have happened a in a million different times and places and it doesn't really matter

but afterwards, when Vaggie cries at night she doesn't hide it anymore

(now she knows she can't) (she can't hurt Charlie like that)

so some nights she sobs quietly into Charlie's shoulder while Charlie rubs soothing circles into old scars and holds her tight and the sickness over the lie that turned out bigger than she thought almost makes it worse than crying alone

(almost) (not quite)

those are the nights where she dreams of a sword and torn off feathers. other nights, Vaggie shuts her one eye and refuses to let any tears fall

some nights she dreams of damning wings on her back and Charlie turning away from her

she can't face Charlie or her love on those nights.

so she doesn't let herself cry at all

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angst #headcanon ideas #.......#ANYWAY #ughhhh

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riddles-fiddles · 1 year

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Can we have a cat? Part 1

Synopsis: you ask your boyfriend if you two can raise a baby kitten together. Characters: all the housewardens Tags: fluff, silly scenario to warm the heart Notes: gender neutral reader, slight long post

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Says no immediately after your "can we-" without hesitation;

Is extremely annoyed by your request to take a pet; he's not the best to tend for himself, imagine taking care of a dependable being? By some magical coincidence, the following day you come to Savanaclaw to spend time with Leona, you're met by a fluffy, round and very noisy ball of red hair and twitching ears - Cheka. Taken aback by the unexpected sight, you let the door to Leona's room behind you close with an unattended thud, pulling the cub's attention from his annoyed uncle to you. "Ohhh! Unca's friend came to play too!" with a hearty squeal, the small boy finally easens his grasp around Leona's arm, eliciting a relieved huff from the older lion who seemed to sink more into the bedsheets, trying to disappear. "y/n, come and play house with us!" Your eyes drift around your boyfriend's room, noticing how chaotic and messy it looked - even more worrysome than the usual: clothes nested around some wooded animal dolls, coloring books scattered over the carpet... and a make-believe tent roughly made from a big blanket and two chairs complemented the setting. While you watched the surroundings with amused surprise, Leona finally noticed your presence, limiting his body to simply lift his head from the pillow with a sly smirk slowly musing his lips. "Weren't you asking for a baby kitten some days ago? Well, congrats, you just got the chance to take care of one. Have fun." With a sarcastic chuckle, he rolls over, officially passing over the responisbility of taking care of Cheka to you.

Surprised by your request; when he asked what'd you want for your birthday, he expected for jewels, new clothes or chocolate.

Is a bit reluctant at the idea, since he has absolutely zero experience with landdwelling company animals.

Azul is prideful of the amount of knowledge he has obtained along his devoted years of land studies, but never inclined himself to extend his knowledge so deep into human animal husbandry. He knew it was common to farm animals and some species were privileged enough to live graciously amongside humans, but the intrinsicability of how to care for them was something foreign. And yet, you made it clear that the only thing you desired for your birthday was a kitten. Determined to fulfill the wish of his beloved, Azul ate piles of books and educational veterinary videos on how to properly raise a healthy cat for days on end, even furthering his - scarce - knowledge about different breeds of felines. The octo-mer knew that raising an animal would demand harsh responsibilities and time to dedicate, which could collide with his management of Mostro Lounge, so he chose to search for a more independent breed. When your birthday finally arrived, Azul made sure to give you to a long day of princess treatment - he drove you to all the places you wanted to see, obliging to your wishes, and when the night befell Octavinelle's dorm, he reserved the Lounge exclusively to you two, a romantic dinner by candles and soft music playing on the background, simply enjoying each other's company and talk. "-And now, allow me to bestow my beloved with my most sincere and humble gift," with a dramatic clear of his throat, Azul disappears by the lounge's heavy curtains, only to return with a basket decorated with bows and a cyan blanket covering the mysterious content inside. "Happy birthday, my precious pearl." As he lifts the blanket, the small figure of a siamese kitten lifts its head, greeting you with a quiet, tender meow.

Excited as hell!!!!

Always wanted to get a pet after leaving his home, but Jamil wouldn't let him.

When you first requested Kalim about a kitten, boy's eyes went wide and sparkling, body fuming with joy. "Of course my love! What kind of cat would you like?" He would ask you excitedly, gently grasping your hands on his, a smile so large it looked painful. "Oh, wait, I know, I know!" Filling the air with playful laughter, Kalim pulls you to his treasure room, bringing down a tapestry with intricate drawings woven all over it, depiciting a very inviting oasis with a girl with important looks laying over a big, imposing feline. "The princess from the Scalding Sands was always followed by a tiger. Maybe we could adopt a cub together! He could grow strong and happy with all the room to run around!" Kalim radiated so much, it would be a sin to tell him that owning a tiger is absolutely unreal, but then there goes Jamil, ready to slam some world-shattering rationality, turning his bright smile into a frustrated pout. Some days after, though, you're certain to get a delightful surprise from Kalim! During one of your Oasis dates, the Asim boy brings you to a beautiful corner of the shared paradise between you two, laughing all the way while carefully leading you through the tricky sand, his hands gently covering your eyes. "Hold on a little longer my love... and... now you can see my surprise!" Finally, he dramatically reveals his loving gift: a baby bengal kitten. Not really a tiger, as you two had envisioned, but equally as stunning.

Fervently refuses it

Vil dislikes seeing you sad, but he can't simply be talked into adopting a kitten. Too much hair, it will ruin his perfect clothes.

"Mon moitié..." he sighs, cautious with his tone. His voice above a whisper as he gently caresses your palm. "I understand the desire to care for a cute, vulnerable being, but it wouldn't work." Despite all your efforts to try and charm Vil into your idea of taking mutual care of a kitten, the man was harder to convince than you expected, showing how determined he was on keeping his looks always the living definition of perfection. Although stubborn on his decision against it, he proved to be patient enough to endure your contant bickering. You passionately tried to show him the bright side of owning a kitten; health benefities, dozens of magazines talking about how animals makes you look even more attractive, but nothing was nothing to ring his bell, only eliciting exhausted sighs and repetitive 'no's from him. Eventually, you decided to take matters into your own hands. As usual, Vil came over to Ramshackle Dorm during the weekend for a sleepover and skincare session date. It wasn't until he was about to settle down on bed to snuggle by your side that he felt something fluffy and squishy, quickly moving away from him that he noticed something off. "Mon amour, is that...?" he asks, a slight anxious tone on his voice as Vil slowly lifted the warm blankets, eyes widening by the sudden vision of big yellow eyes staring back into the shadows. "So, you decided to go against my desire to not adopt a cat, uh?" He lets out a defeated sigh, pose slumping off for a moment before his gaze locking onto your pleading eyes. A quiet chuckle falls off his lips, amused by your adorable antics. "Fine, I guess it couldn't be that bad..."

Just like Kalim, he's over the ceiling with the idea!

Idia loves cats, and now he won't need to charm Grim or Lucius into his lap anymore! "Y-you're serious about it?! We can finally have a kitten of our own?!" Poor boy can hardly contain his joy; eyes half lidded and smile large, baring all of his shiny, sharp teeth. With a spring in his feet, slightly rocking, he wastes no time from pulling his tablet up, quickly searching for adoption centers as million of result windows popped right in front of you two. "Which kind would you like? I've been looking forward for a kitty just like Lucius TBH..." He mumbles to himself all the while, his pale face finally drawing some rosy colour to his cheeks as the boy made sure to schedule a million adoption appointments. Though you needed to do all the social business of talking to the volunteers and staff responsible for the kittens, it was already a true demonstration of how much the shy boy was excited for the occasion by the way he followed through with you with every step of the process, and when you two were finally granted access to the cells, you watched with gleeful delight the way Idia finally let loose, rolling around the could floor with a horde of kittens in his gentle embrace. "This is the happiest super event of my life! If this is a dream, please don't wake me up", he babbled between breathless giggles, cradling a bunch of kittens close, before pulling you along a careful, half hug. "I get to adopt a kitty and spend time with you..." In the end of the day, you two exited the adoption center with not only one, but a full litter of kittens on your arms. After all, how could you deny the lively sparkle on your boyfriend's eyes?

Secretly excited about it; he always wanted pets, but was denied by his strict mother

He needs to stop and think about his duties as housewarden, though.

The idea of adopting a kitten stings something within his heart - a fluterring, warm feeling washing over his being as Riddle contemplates the sincere joy of tending over a dependable, beautiful and frail being like a kitty. What wondrous delight would it be to care for it and see it grow every day. "That sounds mos pleasing, my rose," he mumbles, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. However, the vision merely lasts a second, before his frowning features once again graces the moment. "But I'll have to put some thought on that matter first." As much as Riddle longs for the idea of cultivating something beautiful like a life by your side, he needs to consider a lot of things - a kitten can be feisty and curious, too much for its own good. The ruler of roses would not tolerate any kind of disarray, although he learned to be less harsh on the matter. He was also worried regarding the animals that lived within the Garden of Roses; the kitten could mistake the dormouse for a toy or even try to eat it, and Riddle couldn't bear the thought of the flower bushes turning into total messes. He would dwell on the final decision for days, trying to find a way to keep both parties happy and satisfied - worry not though, as all he needs to make his mind is for you to bring the kitten over and show him just how much well behaved it can be, always keeping an eye out for any mischievous intent of climbing over the roses, of course. While alone, you could even delight on the way Riddle would dress your kitten with special clothing. "Since he is basically a member of Heartslabyul, I thought it would be the most appropriate to dress him with our dorm uniform."

Surprised and excited by your request

Since he's basically still learning about humans intrinsicities, the idea of experiencing the pleasure of taking care of an animal amused him

"Oh, a little kitten, you say?", he mused almost immediately after the exposing of your wish, a compliant grin gracing his features. "And what stirs that sudden desire, child of man?" Malleus learned to admire and revel on the few occasions where he was privileged to spend time between animals, as most of them seemed to fear his imposing nature - and maybe that was the biggest reason he grew anxious by the days, playing the encounter with the kitten on his head over and over. Like Azul, he spends his free time learning more about felines - all the things about their diet, behaviour, health issues... he wants to be useful while helping you take care of the baby, while also avoiding bigger mistakes. The fae prince makes his excitement clear even with his usual face and mannerism, always telling you little facts he learned while studying or asking you something about cats that really piqued his interest. When you two would lie down and talk until falling asleep, Malleus would suggest a line of names for your kitty, or then hear your suggestions intently, sometimes cooing in agreement. When the day to meet your beloved furbaby finally came, Malleus was overjoyed, but a little hesitant still. The prince took the small feline carefully into his hands, fearing it would break from the slightest brush of fingers, only to gasp in wondrous surprise by the way the tiny animal curled up against his chest, seekin his warmth and safety. "I see you're an exquisite one, little kitten. I'm absolutely smitten with your frail figure." You watched in awe as Malleus gaze softened with a tenderness much similar to the one he reserves to you, the glimmer on his eyes a silent promise regarding the kitten.

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moa-broke-me · 1 year

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PJO characters as gods:

So there was a post going around about the idea of PJO characters being treated as gods in a thousand years or so, and I like the idea, but some of the godly placements felt a little off to me LOL, so I decided to make my own pantheon. (not sure how to order these, lol)

Percy: God of the ocean and all its creatures, of water in general, hurricanes, earthquakes, cities, family, and horses. Titles: The savior of Olympus, the good son, the loyal husband, retriever of the bolt, king of the gods. Sacred items: Stuffed animals, particularly bears (panda pillow pet), any item colored blue, but especially food, like candy or cookies, bull horns, and pens. Sacred animals: All marine life, the black pegasus, the black dog, and the ophiotaurus.

Annabeth: Goddess of war, strategy, intelligence, wisdom, practical knowledge, civilization and the building of houses, the study of history, and the mind. Titles: The general, the architect, favored child of Athena, queen of the gods. Sacred items: Knives, rings, clay beads, coral, silver, and popcorn. Sacred animal: The owl.

Clarisse: Goddess of war, revenge, anger fueled by love, triage and midwifery. Titles: The eager soldier, slayer of the drakon, retriever of the golden fleece. Sacred items: Spears and weapons in general, wool/fleece, and chariots. Sacred animal: The boar. Often depicted bloodstained, charging into battle without armor.

Frank: God of war, animals, change, the transition from boyhood to manhood, of the duality between strength and gentleness. Titles: The reluctant soldier, the changeling lord, the young praetor. Sacred items: Bows and arrows, playing cards (mythomagic), charred wood, and a silver medallion on a red string (the canadian sacrifice medal) Sacred animals: The bear and the bee, both the most common depictions of him as an animal.

Reyna: Goddess of war, patriotism, fidelity, independence, leadership, strength, sorority, and resilience. Titles: The shield, the politician, guardian of Athena (bc the athena parthenos). Sacred items: Cloaks, gold, silver, and oat cakes (oatmeal cream pies). Sacred animal: The hound. Often depicted either shielding a little boy with her cloak or braiding hair with her older sister.

Hazel: Goddess of jewels, caves, broken curses, witchcraft and the mist, art, death and escape thereof. Titles: The princess of the underworld, the queen of magick, the illusionist, the dead girl who rose again. Sacred items: Schist (because... obviously), pencils and oil pastels, gold, shrimp stew (because gumbo), Tarot cards, and caramel candy. Sacred animals: The horse, the stoat, and the black cat. Often depicted either drawing or riding horseback, usually with her older brother, but sometimes alone or accompanied by her husband or one of her friends.

Nico: God of darkness and shadows, death, decay, loss, longing, love of all kinds, language, diplomacy and forgiveness, insomniacs, immigrants and orphans, mourners and outcasts, and sewing. Titles: The bereaved, king of the underworld, the ghost king, the romantic, deliverer of Athena (again, the statue, not the actual goddess). Sacred items: Playing cards (mythomagic), soft suede leather, fried bits of chicken (mcnuggets), sewing supplies, oat cakes (again, oatmeal cream pies), Posca (not the pen; the drink. it's like an ancient roman gatorade), pomegranates, anything colored green or black, and memento mori rings. Sacred animals: The bat, cerberus, unicorns (because unicorn draught), all stray animals, and any animals or insects that feed on carrion. Commonly depicted either weeping or accompanying his little sister or husband. (@yonemurishiroku you're gonna love this one)

Bianca: Minor goddess of death, darkness, rebirth and reincarnation, sisterhood, and the hunt. Titles: The broken promise, thief of the forge, slayer of Talos. Sacred items: a carved statuette of her father, and a bow and arrow. Sacred animals: None. Most often depicted climbing onto the back of Talos, or comforting/bickering with her little brother.

Will: God of medicine, light, summer, and the sun. Title: The healer, the sun. Sacred items: Candy bars, medical equipment, lamps, summer fruits, and anything colored yellow. Sacred animal: The cat.

Thalia: Goddess of lightning and storms, maidenhood, the moon, the night sky, wilderness and the hunt. Titles: Queen of the skies, the hunter, guardian of sanctuary. Sacred items: Leather, golden fleece, the severed heads of dolls (bc of the 'barbie is dead tshirt), and pine trees. Sacred animal: The black eagle. Commonly depicted dressed in black and silver, behind a shield emblazoned with a terrifying face.

Jason: God of clear skies and wind, daylight, law, leadership and fatherhood, heroic sacrifice, child soldiers and the military. Titles: Prince of the skies, the retired praetor, the golden boy. Sacred items: Eyeglasses, dense chocolate cakes (brownies), peaches, swords, silver wire (staples), bricks, and feathers. Sacred animal: The wolf. Often depicted with a spear lodged in his back.

Piper: Goddess of love, the heart, beauty in all its forms, charisma, music, wealth, and fame. Titles: Beauty queen, the snake charmer, the dove, the silver tongue. Sacred items: Knives, jewelry, anything colored in pink or light purple. Sacred animals: The dove.

Silena: Minor goddess of love, specifically first love, regret, noble sacrifice, grieving widows, and disguise. Titles: The young lover, the spy, the bleeding heart. Sacred item: Armor. Sacred animal: None. Often depicted wearing armor while lying on her back, bleeding.

Drew: Minor goddess of beauty and adolescence. Title: The betrayed. Sacred items: Seashells, seafoam, cosmetics, perfume, and really anything with a strong, pleasant scent, like herbs, flowers, or incense. Sacred animals: None. (side note, I made up most of this just because canon gave us Literally Nothing)

Leo: God of fire and the forge, machines, invention, humor, cookery, and runaway children. Titles: The engineer, the orphan, builder of the Argo, the forge, the devil, and the trickster. Sacred items: Tools, oil, cinnamon, cooking utensils, and bronze. Sacred animal: The dragon.

Charles: Minor god of the forge, blacksmithery, and fallen soldiers. Title: Courage of the gods, the young lover. Sacred items: Canned fruit, promise rings, and green fire. Sacred animals: None.

Tyson: Minor god of blacksmiths and the ocean, specifically underwater volcanoes. Titles: General of the Cyclopes, the rising mountain, brother of Percy. Sacred items: Peanuts (because peanut butter), shields, watches and clocks (because of that watch that becomes a shield that he made for Percy), ships, and canons. Sacred animals: None.

Grover: God of animals, nature, wilderness, music, empathy and emotional sensitivity, and the young. Titles; The protector, the searcher. Sacred items: Pan flutes, walking sticks (those crutches he used to blend in), flowers, cheese (bc of the enchiladas), apples, and any kind of plant life. Sacred animal: The goat. Often depicted as half-goat-half-human, sometimes wearing a wedding dress.

Rachel: Goddess of wealth, youth, rebellion, nature, art, hedonism and impulse, and prophecy. Sacred items: Hairbrushes, art, and art supplies. Sacred animal: The yellow bellied armadillo.

Sally: Goddess of the hearth, motherhood, writing and literature, women, and survivors of abuse. Titles: The sculptor, the author, the victor, the good mother, queen among women. Sacred items: food, especially the blue kind, and books. Sacred animal: The snake. Often depicted either holding a little boy behind her or holding up the head of medusa.

If there's any character you want me to do next, please tell me!

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whoishotteranimepolls · 3 months

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Can someone please tell me when Dracule Mihawk became an anime sex symbol? Because excuse me, that is my dorky goth dad who doesn't know how to use an air fryer. So when did he become a big titty Goth Daddy?

To start with, I don't even think he bangs. Well, he and Shanks may have had a thing when they were in their 20s. But everyone makes mistakes in their twenties, and that is part of the reason why Shanks drives him crazy. He's the biggest fuckboy to ever whore about the grand line. You're telling me Shanks doesn't have at least a dozen illegitimate kids sprinkled throughout the grand line. I'm shocked Beckman hasn't put that boy on a leash yet, at least to mitigate some of the drunken shenanigans. Poor Beck, that man needs a vacation and a raise. But back on topic, Mihawk’s too mature for that stupidity, so Shanks drives him absolutely crazy now because he hasn't grown up past his fuckboy stage. So I'm pretty sure he's like Zoro. As in, his sexuality is swords, and he falls somewhere on the ace spectrum.

But if he did bang. His lazy ass doesn't have a top/Dom bone in his body. He's a complete pillow princess. Remember, he sails the ocean while napping, and if anything dares disturb his beauty sleep. They shall face his wrath. He will wipe them out of existence and feel completely justified in doing so. And you're telling me that doesn't sound like something your lazy coworker would do if they had the option. So, I don't think he will be your daddy-dom. So I hope you have dreams of doming him. I think he'd like it. Again, I don't think he has the top / Dom bone in his entire body, a complete and utter pillow princess. So spoil that man rotten or take him down a peg or two. He does have an ego. But he's worked so hard to get to where he's at now, so that ego is deserved. It's not cocky if you can back it up

So, be respectful. That is my reluctant goth dad of two. He may not know how to use an air fryer or a TV. But he's a world-renowned expert in his very niche field of expertise. Don't judge

And what is this about his slutty sleeves? Am I missing something?

Defend Your Blurbo #19

Please remember this post is about curiosity and genuine fandom discourse. Be kind with your answers because this is not a debate essay, this is a discussion between fans.

Meet Dracule Mihawk, The World's Greatest Swordsman from One Piece. He did kinda adopt Zoro and Perona, but only after they broke into his house and refused to leave. So, a reluctant father makes sense. If you don't know who Zoro and Perona are, a GIF of them is below

To answer the question, about the slutty sleeves it comes from the live action specifically this one moment I'll find the GIF

If you look, the sleeves are not sewn on. They're laced on. One, it's extremely practical because of freedom of movement. Two, it's historically accurate, and three, it shows just a little extra bit of skin, and the people went nuts. That should also answer your question of why Mihawk is suddenly considered so hot now. The live-action did him a solid, and the actor nailed the performance.

So, One Piece Fandom, I'm already scared for my inbox just based on the content of this one. Get ready and Defend Your Blorbo

#defend your blurbo #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk #one piece #not a poll #spicy

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Cuddling While Studying ♡

Content: GN!reader, fluff, romance, one mention of Sebek, HC Silver, massaging, pecking

Other parts: Shorter!reader, Taller!reader

This was supposed to be included in the other cuddling HC but I went a little too far with it, so... Yeah. Consider it a part 3.

Silver loves to cuddle during study sessions. It's more likely to happen if you're the one studying. He doesn't want you to be stuck on an uncomfortable chair all day/night, but he's fine with doing it himself considering the... Interesting places he sleeps in.

He would seat himself on the chair and let you sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your midsection while you study vigorously. If he starts getting tired, he'll rest his head over your shoulders and tuck it right into your neck. It won't take him much longer after that to fall asleep, and that's when you can hear his soft murmuring and breathing. Whatever he's dreaming of is honestly mystery.

He's definitely comfortable to sleep on as well, so you'll have to be on high alert to stay awake for your entire study session. Silver is the type of person who feels like a giant, heated blanket—and one that smells nice as well. You do find it a bit odd how the scent on his hair is the same as the scent on his body, though...

Ignoring that, there's other ways in which Silver could be the most comfortable live version of a plushie that you've ever cuddled with. His arms are large enough to make you feel safe and secure, and his chest is basically like a second pillow. Maybe it's not as comfortable as standard pillows, but compared to the ones in Ramshackle? Goldmine.

On the rare occasions that he does wake up and you're still studying, he'll apologize quietly as to not disturb you before moving his hands to your shoulders for a massage. For the record, his massages are amazing. He's used to it from trying to help out his old man with all that back pain, so despite how strong he can be, he knows the right balance between forceful and gentle... A stark contrast to Sebek, who you could swear almost broke your back before VIA massaging.

If he's the one studying, he'll be a bit more reluctant since he doesn't want to fall asleep. However, if you really want it, he's in no position to deny you; after all, he does want to as well.

He'll ask you to wake him up by ANY means necessary if you notice him falling asleep. Water, pinching, poking... His only request is that you don't wake him up to the scent and sight of Lilia's cooking.

You're more inclined to fall asleep during his study sessions since you may not be able to help much with his work—that is, unless you are a sharp one. He'd definitely be more than grateful if you are able to help, but he doesn't like to burden you with his assignments, so he'll try to coax you to sleep anyways.

When you're fully asleep on him, he'll try to limit his movements as much as possible. He doesn't want to wake up his sleeping beauty.

At the same time, it's rare that you're ever asleep while he's not, so he'll definitely take the chance to whisper about how he feels and leave soft pecks all over you.

When it's morning time, you'll either find yourself sleeping comfortably on your bed while tucked into Silver, or on your chair still, where he fell asleep. The knight doesn't always have enough energy to princess carry you back to your bed, but it's fine.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #twst #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfic #cuddling #fluff #twst fluff #x reader #silver x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #headcanon #twst headcanons #Diasomnia #no spoilers #spoiler free

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: I had 3 more chapters written but decided to cut them because they just didn't make any sense for the timeline and storyline. Has been fun editing it all out and creating a new timeline for this ! I am glad to see that you are all excited to see the readers fire again hehe <3 Enjoy

Chapter 61: Blood

The sun streamed through the windows of your chambers. Its gentle rays of light bringing warmth to you as you lay nestled amongst the soft pillows and sheets of the bed. You turned your head slowly as your eyes cracked open, looking at the empty space of the bed beside you.

It was empty.

Again.

You wondered where he went.

Had he even returned to your shared chambers?

Where did he go when he left you, and did not come back?

Did he escape to the Sept to pray? Or ride on Vhagar’s back to foreign lands?

Aemond could escape when he wanted.

But there was no escape for you from the routine you had begun to settle into, nor would there be any way to make it kinder to you. You rose from your bed, and waited for the maids to come.

They would arrive and dress you, and braid your hair, and then you would be brought your breakfast. You would sit at the table and eat, and then eventually wonder down to the Godswood, where you would remain until the sun began to set.

Only then would you return to the chambers, to dine and then sleep.

And then, of course, repeat.

But a routine could help.

It could settle you and allow you to focus on those tasks, head down and mind steady. Perhaps soon you would even forget about the world around you, and your mind would be allowed to heal, and you could go about your daily tasks, pretending that you weren’t there as a last resort, and slowly wasting away to a shell of the person you once were. And instead you could focus on the true meaning of your arrival to the Red Keep.

When the maids had arrived that morning, and had helped to dress you in a blood red gown that hugged your waist, and sleeves that were caped on your shoulders, and had begun to braid your hair, you made a point to tell them again to braid your hair in a style that was fitting of a Targaryen Princess, not a Hightower.

And so they had braided your hair behind your head, crossing the strands over each other to swoop down your back gently. The youngest maid had moved to the vanity table, and pulled from a golden box, jewellery for you to match your dress. The earrings were gold with long rubies that looked like teardrops of blood dripping from the hoop. And a necklace of three red rubies, bound to a golden chain were fit to match.

Lastly a ring was placed in your hand, not put on you by the maids, but instead given to you gently as they tidied the space behind you. The ring was solid gold, that wrapped around your finger, the image of a dragon chasing its tail, as its mouth was holding a round ruby within its jaws. It was truly beautiful. And despite the knowledge that Aemond had acquired it for you making you feel uneasy, you slipped it onto your right index finger.

A perfect fit.

You had to admit, despite your reluctance, that Aemond was making an effort with your robes and jewellery. He could have dressed you in gowns of Green, or even humiliated you to the courts, in out of date frumpy smocks, yet instead he put great time and effort into having these garments made for you in a style that he knew you would love.

He was not forcing you to wear green, and instead allowed you to wear black and red.

It did not, of course, overshadow his cruelty towards you, or how he had raped you. Nor did it change your feelings of hatred and disgust towards him. But it was still a mercy. Even if, only very small. And you would take what you could get.

Was this a sign that the Aemond you once knew was still in there? Somewhere deep and hidden away?

Could he still be kind?

You doubted it, and shook away the stray thought.

You sat back down at the table and looked at the parchment that was left for you on the table by the maids, with the ink pot and quill beside it, ready for you to reply to your mothers letter.

Pulling the parchment closer towards you, you picked up the quill and began to write back your response in High Valyrian.

You assured them of your safety, and thanked your mother for her letter. You had told her of how much it meant to hear back from her so soon, and insisted that you missed her just as much as she did you. You wrote to tell them that you had found ‘The Fourteen Flames’, leaving out the part where Aemond had handed it to you during a break in your psyche, and listed your most memorable tales that you would reread soon with vigour.

You promised that should Aemond be unable to acquire the star fruit for you, that you would send a letter at the earliest moment, and they would send you a delivery of them. And then you told them of how the Keep had changed so drastically, and how you longed to be home.

When you finished writing the letter, you rolled it up and left it on the table for Aemond, or whoever would come to collect it and send it back by raven. You pulled yourself to stand, stretching your hand and spine as you stood, before making your way out of the chambers to take yourself on a walk, and not to the Godswood where you usually would have ventured.

The sky was a bright blue, with only few clouds overhead that passed beneath the sun, causing a cold chill to run over your body at the absence of the warmth. You walked down to the gardens and looked over the cliffside at the waves below. They crashed up against the rocky shore, their salty spray hanging heavy in the air as it surrounded you.

The ocean looked beautiful today, and it was on days like this that you could understand the Velaryon’s love for the sea. On a day like today, you could see the beauty of bobbing atop the waves on a large ship.

You carried on to sit beneath the stone rotunda where you and Helaena had always sat, to spend time with her memory there and relax. Perhaps you would see her again? Perhaps she would talk to you again? She said far more than Lucerys ever did.

Sitting against a stone wall, perched on the bench of pillows beneath, sat the auburn haired Hightower. Alicent’s pale skin was complimented by the many flowers of pink and blue around her as she looked out at the waters, just as you had not a moment ago.

She did not stir as you approached her, nor did she take her eyes away from the glittering horizon.

This was your shared spot with Helaena.

Why was she here?

You wished she would leave, her presence tainting that sacred space of yours. But you could understand why she would be there. Though her relationship with Helaena was strained, she was till her mother. A mother that had lost her child.

Two of them.

That was a pain that you prayed you would never have to bear.

You moved quietly to sit on the other end of the bench, the side in which you had always sat, whilst Alicent sat on the very pillows Helaena would perch herself atop. The pink and blue pillow in which some days, when the sun had run away from the both of you, you would lay your heads down beside one another and look out at the stars.

Alicent was not as stiff backed as she usually was, in fact she seemed more relaxed as she sat on the bench, looking out at the water. Her eyes seemed hollow, haunted by her losses, or perhaps her role in them. Her long thin fingers, skin around the nails raw and bleeding, came to play with the Seven Pointed Star that hung around her neck.

“When you were younger, your mother had offered your hand to Aemond.” She spoke to the air, not turning to face you, fingers still twirling the golden pendant.

“All could see the bond you two once had. Attached at the hip no matter where you went. You were good to him…For him… And I had rejected it,” She paused, a finger pressing into the tip of the star, dimpling the pad of her finger, “I now see what a fool I was for denying it.”

You could scarcely believe the words that came from her mouth. Your brows were drawn as she continued to speak, as though she was voicing her thoughts aloud.

“You were both so young, right before Lucerys took his eye.” Her tone became sullen, and her hand left the pendant hanging heavily around her neck, moving to join the other in her lap as she stared out at the water, the sounds of waves crashing below surrounding you.

“Anyone could see that you and Aemond had love for each other. You would have been a good match together, even Viserys saw it. But I refused.”

You would have been wed to Aemond if she accepted.

Was this always to be your fate? To marry him?

Was this a path the Gods had set out for you, that no matter which road you went, it would always lead back to him?

Would you always be destined to be his wife?

You let yourself look out at the water like Alicent, watching the sun glint against the rolling waves, and crests of the sea.

“Helaena would sit here often when you left, looking out at the water in the hope that she would see you returning to visit. But you never did.”

You frowned.

How could you have visited when Alicent herself essentially banished you all?

“She would sit here and not speak to me, nor the King, and would mumble to herself for days on end. Aemond was the only one who could move her from her spot. He was the only one she would listen to." She paused, glancing at you quickly before flitting her eyes back to the sea, "And when I wed her to Aegon, she would sit here at all hours, even well into the night. The guards would have to collect her to bring her back to her chambers to rest, but she would only go if Aemond was there.”

You felt your anger rise the more she talked. She spoke as though she was not the cause of all this. As if she did not push Helaena to her precipice. As if it was your fault that Helaena sat here alone, waiting for you to return. You were a child.

How were you responsible for the actions of a grown woman?

Your plans to come and sit by the water and relax were destroyed with every word that fell from the Dowager Queens lips.

“Jaehaerys was a good boy. Quiet like Helaena.” She whispered.

The dwindling thread of patience for the woman beside you snapped.

“Helaena is dead because of you. There is no bringing her or her son back. They’re gone.”

It was almost as if you were speaking to yourself. Reminding yourself that they were in fact gone, never to be seen again.

Alicent turned her head to look at you, and you found that you could not stand to be in her presence. You stood and moved away from the bench, stealing one last glance at the ocean, feeling angry that it had been spoilt as you looked back at the Dowager Queen.

“Make peace with the fact that your children are dead because of your actions.” You said cooly, before removing yourself from the gardens, leaving a shocked Alicent Hightower behind you.

Why must you find no peace in this fucking Keep?

No matter where you went, you would be disturbed and pushed to react. The Godswood. The Library. The Gardens. You could not even seek a reprieve on Dragonback, soaring high above the ground on Vermithor, like you had previously sought peace with Syndor.

You had returned to your chambers and found them empty once more. You had dined alone, and bathed alone, and were dressed and readied for bed. You had crawled beneath the sheets, and blown out the candles beside you, and fallen into a shallow, dreamless sleep, waiting for Aemond's return.

But he did not return.

Not the next day, nor the next, nor the next. You had slept alone and ate alone, and entertained yourself alone without the looming presence of your husband.

When you woke from your dream on another morning, just the same as the last, disorientated and tired, you felt a cramping pain pull you from your sleep. You were laid in bed, still cocooned amongst the sheets. Your eyes opened, expecting to find Aemond as the reason for this sudden pain, but he was nowhere in the chambers. Another twinge rolled through your lower stomach and you grunted, tensing your face.

It was a familiar pain, one you had not felt for quite some time.

You rolled in bed and moved to sit up, feeling a small wetness between your thighs. Pulling the tangled blankets back, you looked down into your lap, pulling the bottom of the chemise up. Below you on the bed was your moons blood.

You were not pregnant.

You could cry you were so happy. The Gods must have spared you. They must have thought to give you a break, and see that it was not your time, surely it was not your time. A breath of relief left your lips as you moved to the edge of the bed, rewrapping the blanket around you. You looked onto the mattress of the bed, there was only a small patch of blood from where you had been laying, and when the maids arrived with your breakfast, you asked them softly to change the sheets for you, and have a pot of peppermint tea brought to your chambers.

You sat and drank your tea and nibbled on the star fruit that was uncut, and piled high in the fruit bowl as it was every morning. You remembered when you had gotten your first moons blood, you had felt nauseated from the cramps. Your mother had come to the room and had maids bring peppermint tea for you to drink. She had told you that her mother taught her that the tea would help alleviate the cramps, and she was right. You had drunk the tea with no argument and felt that even though the cramps were still there, they had lessened.

You were dressed in a black gown and the maids braided your hair in a style that you had no grievances with. No longer the two braids, instead giving you multiple, until your entire hair was up off of your shoulders, weaved around the back of your head.

You took yourself back down to the garden, hoping that Alicent would not be there this time so that you could sit and look out at the ocean as you had wanted to the days before. As you walked through the garden you watched as small beetles and butterflies flew around you.

Helaena would have loved a day like this.

You made it to your favourite spot, and to your relief, it was empty of any intruders. You let yourself curl up where you usually did, amongst the piles of pillows and looked out at the water. It shimmered a brilliant blue, and you watched as a group of fisher boats moved across the water. You thought of Darras and his brother, and your short time on their boat. You wondered if the people down in those ships had crossed their path before, or knew of them. Or if they had brought back a bountiful days catch to sell in the markets.

The boat had rocked so excitedly as it made its way to the shore of Dragonstone. You scarcely contained yourself. You remember running along the deck to the edge, peering over to watch the island come closer and closer to view, until finally you were moored on Dragonstone, and your bare feet took you speedily up the path and into your parents arms.

You wondered how they were faring.

Was Jacaerys throwing himself into his studies to be heir, and standing beside your mother in her meetings with the small council? You imagined him speaking loudly and confidently to the men, backing up your mother whilst Baela stood beside him. You imagined Daemon smiling softly from the side as he watched on.

Would little Joffrey be sneaking off in the night to try ride his dragon? Would Aegon the Younger and Viserys be talking now, rather than their tiny babbling?

How much would they all change in your absence?

How many memories would you miss out on? How many firsts would you not be privy to?

Would your mother swell with child again? Would she birth another daughter? Would you miss her arrival to this world? Silver hair and purple eyes, looking around the room in search of a sister she would not know.

You wished you could see them. You desperately needed to be in their presence. To be kissed thrice on your cheek by your mother, or have the crown of your head kissed by your father. Oh Gods, you missed him. You missed his cheeky smile, and his witty comments. You missed his snarkiness and sassiness, and everything that made him, him.

Did they think of you as often as you did them? Did Daemon spend his evenings thinking of how you fared? Did he fret over your safety and struggle to keep his mind in check as his thoughts raced away from him? Would he feel sickened when he thought of you, and your marriage to his nephew?

Would he be sickened at knowing what you have had to endure?

You wished you could dine with them all again. Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys included. You wished to feast upon the finest meats, and rarest of delicacies, as you all drank the most expensive of spiced wines from Dorne.

You wished you could sit together, pressed tightly into a small table, laughing joyously and excitedly at the sharing of tales and stories. You wished to see Baela and Rhaena’s dazzling smiles, and sweet faces, and hear their melodic voices calling across the table to you.

You wished to watch Jacaerys dote on his betrothed, cheeks dimpling as he smiled, and blush steadily rising on his face as the night progressed.

You wished to be anywhere but here.

As you continued to look back out at the water, a buzzing interrupted your thoughts.

A bright green beetle landed on the stone before you near your hand, its small legs crawling amongst the sun warmed rock as you stared at it. Its wings were an iridescent green, shining in the light with purple flecks glistening as it moved. It was the same type of beetle that was at the celebrations that evening, where Helaena had watched it with interest crawl about the table. The small beetle spread its wings open, revealing clear, pearlescent wings beneath, and it vibrated lightly, a soft buzzing carrying through the air.

Out of habit you turned your head to where Helaena sat, to see if the woman who would have sat there was witnessing the beetle as you were. But Helaena was not there, nor would she ever be, and so you turned your eyes back to the insect to watch as it moved across the stone.

Your finger came to hold down next to the beetle as it crawled, offering your digit as a perch for it to crawl on. The little bug crawled towards your finger, before two unsure feet crawled up your digit. It tapped its feet against your flesh, testing to see if it was an okay surface for it to climb on. To see if it was safe. And soon the little beetle deemed you safe enough, and crawled onto your hand.

Your heart soared as you slowly pulled it up closer to your face, getting a closer look at the bug. Helaena would have loved this. She would have been so proud. You held your hand in front of your face and watched as the green beetle danced along your finger to walk along the back of your hand. Its tiny feet tickled your skin, and a smile broke out across your cheeks.

Its large green wings spread again, revealing the pearly ones beneath, before suddenly it took flight, lifting away from your hand as it buzzed around you to go back to the garden.

The beetle leaving was your sign to move from your spot, and so you walked back through the garden towards the Godswood as the sun began to lower from its peak, the warmth of the afternoon sun blanketing over you.

As you walked towards the tree, you saw Ser Otto Hightower standing beneath it, looking up through its branches in thought as if waiting for you. Upon hearing your approach he turned to look at you, nose held high as it always was, and a pompous expression on his face.

“I thought I might find you here. Aemond said you come here to pray.” Otto spoke, hands behind his back.

“I come here to find peace and quiet.” You looked at him pointedly.

Otto raised his brow at you as you came to stand beside him, both looking at the tree instead of each other. If he wished to speak with you, now was a good time. You were in a better mood today, despite your cramping.

“And how are you faring?” He asked, eyes on the branches.

“As best as I can be in this vipers nest.”

Otto turned to look down at you, but you kept your eyes forward, watching him in your periphery as he observed you.

“You are so much like your mother.” His words held little bite, until he continued, “Though your father shines through.”

It made you laugh.

Genuinely laugh.

You knew of Otto and Daemons hatred for each other, and for him to tell you that you were like the one man he despised most, the one man that he could never out do, and had been waging a war of his own against for many years, was a triumph all in itself.

“A compliment.” You smiled, knowing he had not meant it.

“One unintended, I can assure you. It is important that we keep this treaty working so that we may not shed any more blood that needn't be shed. King Aegon has-”

You sighed loudly interrupting him, and moved to return to your chambers, “As enlightening as I find all of our talks, I must be going.” You stepped away from Otto and the tree as you made your way down the courtyard.

Otto called after you, and you lazily turned on your heel to look at him.

“Be mindful of where you are, Princess. These vipers you speak of may tire of you in their nest.”

“Be mindful of who I am, for I am tired of you already.” You quipped back boredly.

His threats meant nothing to you.

“You are alone here Princess.”

“And yet I have nothing to lose. A most dangerous thing indeed. I ought to thank you, Otto.” You smiled at him, “I have learnt a great deal from you these past years. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

You spun away from him, not bothering to look back at him or wait for him to respond, instead taking yourself straight to your chambers, with neither anger nor irritation in your step.

Today was a good day, and not even Otto Hightower could ruin that.

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arabellasleopardcoat · 1 year

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Dry-humping with Helaena?

Golden Chains (Helaena Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Helaena isn't yours, but you are always hers.

Warnings: Angst. Implied sex between Helaena and Aegon, Implied SA? To be safe, smut.

A/N: I love Helaena so much, but this was a hard prompt to write. I hope I did it justice.

Helaena sends for you, unexpectedly. The Princess, your Princess, awaits you in her rooms. It’s late. The Red Keep’s halls are empty, except for the guards who give you cheerful waves.

You like it here. It’s a good job. No one bothers you, and not only do you have food and boarding, but also a small stipend. Your Princess, as kind as she is, sometimes slips you little trinkets. A slice of cake here, an embroidery handkerchief there.

In normal circumstances, you would be elated to see that she is calling you. But this late? It can only mean one thing.

As you open the doors to her bedchambers, you try to remain unmoved. After all, the Prince is still there. He always looks a bit sick when he does. Perhaps it’s regret, or perhaps it’s the fact there is a witness there to see exactly what they have done.

It’s a testament of Aegon’s sadness that he doesn’t even give you a lustful glance. Other times, when you pass him in the corridors, he smirks and makes crude remarks. He knows exactly what goes on between you and his sister wife, and he never fails to ask you to join him in bed, too.

He tries to do right by her, in a twisted way. Despite having plenty of evidence to get you fired and probably executed, Aegon never makes a move to separate you from Helaena. You wonder if he hurts as much as she does. Likely. Knowing Aegon, he is only getting started for the night. His next stop will be the Street of Silk, where he will try to get rid of the memory of his wife at any cost.

You shake your head, trying to vanish those thoughts. Aegon is not your concern. He has the other Prince, and numerous guards for that. Helaena has no one but you. Not even her mother could come and face her, in nights like these.

Why would she, out of all people, force her into this marriage? You doubted Queen Alicent’s marriage was more pleasant. Yet instead of marrying Helaena to someone else, she had tied together two of her children, who were clearly unhappy.

Duty. The death of all love, it seemed. Even the maternal kind.

Helaena looks small, huddled among the bed covers. Her eyes are vacantly staring at the ceiling, arms limp and outstretched at her sides. If it were not for the rapid movement her chest makes as she inhales and exhales, you would think she is a statue.

“Princess, what do you need? Shall I run you a bath?” You keep your voice soft and unhurried, as not to startle her. You do not approach her further.

Helaena lifts her head from the pillow. Her expression is cold. “’Tis the burden of every noblewoman” She had said to you once, as you poured water down her back. “Nothing to be done about it.”

It broke your heart then. It breaks your heart now, that you cannot help her. Baths are a poor consolation for what she has to endure.

You don’t move. Helaena stares.

“Will you come here?” Helaena finally asks, throwing her covers down. She is dressed as always, in a thin sleeping shift, without lace or any of the frills usually added to entice reluctant husbands. You know she has issues with the textures, sometimes. That what to you is a normal touch, to her feels wrong.

You approach her as soon as she bids you. She doesn’t like to wait. Without needing to be told to, you sit on the edge of the bed.

“I need…” The Princess blushes, all sweet. You feel the urge to smile. Even if suffering, she is never less than polite. “Could you? Um. I… I feel… My husband has left me… Unsatisfied again. I need… I’m burning up.”

“Would a cold bath suffice, or do you wish for me to…?” You don’t dare finish the sentence, just as she doesn’t dare fully ask for what she needs. Perhaps, if not spoken aloud, you can pretend the circumstances are different.

“Please?” The Princess asks, looking tearful. You nod, kneeling on the bed.

“Do you want my…"

“Your thigh.”

The unexpected. At last. You pop one of your hips slightly forward, so your knee juts out just so. Helaena smiles between the tears and pulls you into a kiss.

Against her mouth, you breathe heavily. You do not touch her. Not from fear, no. Because on nights like these, she can’t stand anybody’s touch. And you do not mind it.

This arrangement between the two of you had started when you started serving the Targaryens. Young, and of a similar age to Princess Helaena, you had been designated as her maid after the old one got fired. It meant many things, in practice. You had to supervise her children, the sweet young twins. Manage her daily schedule. Make sure her rooms are kept tidy and neat, help her dress. If Princesses were allowed to have a Hand, that would be what you were to Helaena.

At the same time, you knew you were more. You doubted the Lord Hand cared for King Viserys as you did for your Princess. Spending so much time with someone forced you to have opinions on them, and while you knew little of servitude, with the Red Keep being your first job, you knew she was a good mistress.

Helaena was odd. Peculiar. Most maids couldn’t stand her, Queen Alicent had explained, as she gave you the breakdown of your daily duties. Loud noises upset her, the same with certain textures and some foods. Helaena is very picky about what to eat, and she wants everything done in the exact fashion every day. You had thought at first Helaena was a terror, but soon came to realize it was not on a whim. She needed her routines.

That was why visits from her husband were so disruptive and upsetting. Prince Aegon was unpredictable, as many drunks were. Some nights, he would come to her chambers nearly unconscious. Other nights, he would be in a boisterous good mood. Angry, some days. And he took all of those on her.

He was not a good lover, you had heard. Another maid, one in charge of the children, had told you her predecessor had left because the Prince had made advances towards her. Advances so bad, she had to drink moon tea after, supplied by the very hand of the Queen. Aegon was prone to taking women by force, it seemed, because each time he visited Helaena, she crumbled like a house of cards.

You wondered what that must be like. You were uncertain if she felt like she was doing her duty to the realm, or disgusted by the fact that it was her sibling. Her body seemed to respond well to him, so you guessed he had some care for his Lady Wife he didn’t display towards others. Not enough, in your opinion. Because Helaena always felt unsatisfied after.

And as her Hand, it was you who had to fix it. It had started one night, as she had begged you for a cold bath to cool her blood. Despite the strange request, you had obeyed. And as your Princess sat down, shivering and sniffling for the cold water you poured down her back, she had leaned in and kissed you.

One look at those big, pleading blue eyes, and you were a goner. The Faith of the Seven said it was a sin to lay with another woman. Yet, you didn’t agree. You were not a woman of letters, to be able to read the Seven Pointed Star, but how could something that felt so good be a sin? To you, it was another way of serving your lady. And you had heard at the Sept, once, that a servant must love her Queen. What was the harm in loving Helaena a little earlier?

Some nights, Helaena wanted to please you, too. She brought you joy so great it made you scream and cry. What could be closer to the Seven Heavens than this? Your body tensing like the string of a bow under her skillful hands, so used to embroidering and painting. Her hands, her hands, how you loved them. For what they did to you, for what they taught you to do to her. Guiding yours towards her center, as you worshiped the curve of her hips, her breasts, you felt you were kissing the statue of the Mother herself.

But other nights, like these, she couldn’t stand the touch of your hands. It was too much for her and not enough, and she was burning up, mouth parting in the sweetest of ecstasies. Ready for the taking of a man who didn’t care to bring her joy. And hurting. Hurting so much, she had no option but to lick her wounds. She was too proud to do so in front of a servant, a Targaryen despite her sweetness. So she took selfishly from your body, again and again.

Not pleasure. No. It was a cruel, cruel game. She left you all hot and bothered, chasing her joy. Despite it, you loved her like this, too. Taking what she deserved, as the kindest, sweetest Princess of the realm. It made you proud. Here was something Prince Aegon, despite his blood and titles, couldn't give her. You could. You could because your love was not selfish. If she asked, you would break time and time again under her. You would withstand the harshest punishments, if you got her to yourself once more. If it meant not sharing her.

Helaena shifted on the bed, to straddle your thigh. Her nightgown remained in place, as did your dress and apron. Her hands shyly wrapped around your shoulders, eyes fixated on somewhere far away. Never yours.

Her hips rolled against your leg.

“Like this. Oh… Just like this.” In the sweetest, sweetest whisper. You placed a hesitant hand on her waist. Trying to help her hips find a rhythm, but she bated it away, pouting.

Cheeks flushed. A deliciously dark expression. Sinful. So it was that kind of night. She only wanted to take, take, take. Not be given.

Your leg started to cramp. You didn’t dare move. Not when it would mean losing this. The view of your Princess using you as she would any other tool. Taking her pleasure of your body, as her husband had done from hers.

Did it help? You wanted to ask, after these nights. But you never did. Helaena didn’t like talking. She was reserved. Tuned inwards instead of outwards, as your mother used to say. Feelings were a complex topic to her, but again, to whom weren’t?

Other maids said she was weird. Fey when she spoke, unable to look them in the eyes. You guessed they never saw her like this. Glorious. Sweet. The sweetest. There was a reason the realm loved this Princess of yours.

Other nights, when you two were together without Aegon’s shadows, you allowed yourself to dream. Of asking her to run away with you, of being able to call her fully yours. You never asked. You knew her too well. Helaena was a faithful mother and wife, and much too kind. It would destroy her family.

Sometimes, you thought that was not the real reason. You never asked her because you were afraid she wouldn’t understand. You heard once that when birds were raised in cages, and they escaped, they never survived more than a few days. They weren’t used to freedom and once granted, they didn’t know what to do with it. So they withered away.

Her hips stuttered, little punched out sobs becoming harder to contain. You tensed the muscles of your leg, hoping to aid her along. Helaena rutted against you, harder, faster. Mouth sweetly searching yours, kissing your cheek each time she missed. Your hands didn’t move.

Perhaps, in another world, you two could have been together. A world where your love was not forbidden, a world when everyone could love who they pleased. Where you could scream all your joy when Helaena touched you. But as she tensed against you, mouth parting to scream, you had to kiss her to muffle it. This was not that world. It would never be.

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emeraldelysian · 2 years

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Jung Wooyoung ✧ To Love You

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Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut Synopsis: Your first fight was ugly, resulting in you two sleeping separately. But when your first night apart from him ends up in a dirty dream, how long will it take for you two to make amends? Wordcount: 2.7K+ Warnings: Reader Has Fem. Anatomy; Switch!Reader (Dom Leaning); Switch!Wooyoung (Sub Leaning); Handjob (m. receiving); Thigh-Riding; Pillow Grinding; Praise Kink (both ways); Dry Humping; Daddy kink; Use of 'baby boy', 'baby' and 'princess'; Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Before You Tap It) Note: Happy Wooyoung Day!! I wish the best day to the cutest menace to society. I hope he continues to keep his health and wellness a priority after everything that's been happening during the tour.

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"You make it hard to love you sometimes when you do things like this."

Those were the words to break you. The words to make you stop in your tracks altogether and stare at him in awe. The words that halted every insult that had been flying out in the middle of your living room.

He didn't realize the words had as much impact on you as they did. He just wanted the argument to end. And what better way than to hit you where it hurt?

It was only when the silence had filled the air that he looked at you. Your entire body language had changed from confident to cowering in a matter of seconds, eyes darting the floor in confusion. His words played like a record in your head: the intonations, the tone.

In your eyes, he'd said those words as if he'd been holding it in for a long time.

Time slowed with each passing second as he continued to look at you. He wanted to reach out for you, hold you. He didn't mean that and he knows he'll never mean that. No matter how hard things got, he would always, always love you.

But you'll never know that, not now, will you?

Now, no matter how hard he'd try to make up for this, there would inevitably be the nagging voice in your mind saying that he didn't mean it. But he also knows that there would be a nagging voice in his mind if he didn't try. He needed you to know. So as he watched you silently turn your head to look at your coat at the door, he took a step towards you.

"I- I didn't mean that."

"Didn't you though?" You sounded defeated, tired from the fighting you had done for hours about god knows what.

"I promise you, I didn't." It took every atom in his body to make his voice sound unwavering, but he felt exactly the opposite. "I know that was fucked up to say, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that at all."

"That hurt a lot, Wooyoung." You slid down against the wall behind you onto the floor. "I know you didn't mean that, but it hurt."

You rarely called him by his first name like that, even rarer in anger. This was your first fight, after all. But after the disaster that had just occurred, Wooyoung intended to never let it get that bad again.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll do anything you want me to and more. Just please don't leave." He fell to the ground in front of you, looking from you to the ground. You watched as he cowered before you, much like you had just moments ago.

"I'm sure you will, baby. But for right now, let's just stop fighting okay? I don't even remember what we were fighting about anymore, so that's never a good sign."

"Yeah- yeah, I don't remember either." He looked back up at you and gently raised his hand to rest on your cheek. He was very reluctant as he moved, intending to not make you afraid or pull away from him, but grabbed his hand. You intertwined your fingers with him before kissing the back of his hand.

The kiss lasts for a few seconds before you pull away and stand up. His eyes widen as he sees you walk away. Before he can say anything though, you make your intentions clear.

"I'm not going to leave okay. But I just- I just need the night to think, if that's okay? I can sleep on the couch, I don't mi-"

"No, no. I can't let you do that, please. It's the least I can do. You can take the bedroom."

Part of you wanted to resist giving the couch to him, but with all the energy inside you being drained out over the best hours, you were just about ready to collapse. So all you do is give a simple nod and mutter that you'll get a pillow and blanket for him.

You grab the necessary items and then place it on the couch for him. He gives a smile and a small thanks before setting up his resting area. You turn to make your way back to the bedroom but right as you leave the living room, you turn back.

"Goodnight, baby." The pet name inspired some hope in him that all wasn't lost.

"Goodnight! I love you and I can't wait to see you tomorrow." He says, partly to cover up his own sadness of sleeping alone for the first time in a long time. He lays on the couch and pulls the blanket over him.

You linger by the living room entrance for a moment, before turning off the lights and making your way to the bedroom.

You couldn't help but feel out of place laying in the bad alone. But the moment your head hit the blanket, you passed out from sheer exhaustion.

You grind yourself against his thigh, wrapping one hand around shaft, slowly pumping him.

"Don't stop, please. Please, please, please I'm begging you." He bucked his hips as he got closer and closer to his release, whimpering at the way you looked above him.

"Oh, now you're begging, baby boy? I thought you said I wouldn't be hearing you beg tonight." There were times when he'd be more dominant in the circumstances, but there was nothing quite like him begging for you. Wanting you to just give him a little bit more.

"I was wrong. F-fuck, I was so wrong, please let me cum. Please please-" You felt yourself get wetter as he moaned, grinding yourself on his thigh faster as you tried to reach your own climax.

"Fuck baby, if you keep moaning like that, I might just-"

You wake up suddenly, wetness dripping down your legs onto the pillow in between your legs. You must've been grinding it in your sleep, as you felt your hips move back and forth as you woke up. You turn and realize that you had grabbed your boyfriend's pillow. The images of Wooyoung and you were still fresh in your mind as you moved to sit up.

You take off the tights you're wearing, leaving you in your shirt and panties. You kept the pillow between your legs, straddling it before rocking your hips back and forth. Trying to keep quiet, you grab the bottom hem of your shirt and bite on it, exposing your abdomen. You feel the pressure inside you building up, imagining it's your boyfriend's thigh as your eyes flutter shut with your release. Your legs shake uncontrollably, as you fall onto the bed in front of you. Your hips slowly grind on the pillow, overstimulating you as you finish. Your eyes were hazy as you lay there, recuperating from the experience you just had.

It was amazing, but it wasn't enough. You need more. You need him.

As you felt your breathing stabilize a bit, you sat up on the edge of the bed. You stood up, legs still feeling a bit shaky as you made your way to the door. You didn't intend to wake him up. Instead, you just wanted to check on him, planning to cover up your curiosity by wanting a glass of water.

"Are you trying to torture me?" You hear as you walk into the kitchen across from the living room.

"Excuse me?" You had expected him to be asleep; instead, you see him looking you up and down.

"I know I messed up, but hearing moans and the bed shake in a bedroom that I'm not in from a girlfriend that I can't touch has to be some form of torture." Your eyes widen as you turn your back on him, getting a glass. He had heard you?

"Not to mention the fact that you're wearing my shirt." Shit. You forgot you were wearing his shirt today. No wonder you were so intoxicated by your own dreams; you were practically riding his pillow in his shirt thinking about him.

You pour water into your glass, gulping it down in one swig. You heard movement behind you as he got up from his laying position to sit on the edge of the couch. You take a deep breath before turning around to look at him. He watched curiously as you walked around the kitchen counter and into the living room, stopping in front of him. You kneel down and take his hands into yours.

"You promise you didn't mean what you said earlier?" You fiddled with his fingers as you tried to organize your thoughts. His eyes widened as he remembered the events from just hours ago.

"Of course, I didn't. I have always loved you and I'm sure I will always love you. There has never been a moment where I've felt otherwise, I promise." He emphasized every word with sincerity, wanting you to know he meant it.

"And did you mean it when you said you would make it up to me?" You bit the inside of your lip as you continued to look at his hands.

"Of course, I will." You look up at him to see him biting back a laugh as he gazed at you. You pout at his look.

"Why are you laughing?" You whine.

He lets out the soft laugh he'd been holding, "Nothing it's just- well if you wanted to fuck me, we didn't have to have this whole argument. You could've just asked."

You playfully hit his shoulder, as you continue to pout, "I didn't argue with you just to get in your pants." You move up from your kneeling position, straddling his lap.

"Yeah, I know. I know." He responds, still with a smile on his face as he looks up at you. You grab his chin with your thumb and index as you pulled him to your lips. You plant a few small kisses on his soft, pillow-like lips, before moving them down his jawline.

"Let me know if you want to stop at all, okay?" You watch as he nods shyly. One of your hands holds onto his shoulder as the other cups his bulge. He lets out a small gasp as you do so, involuntarily bucking into your hand.

"Is my baby boy already hard?" He whines at your question, his breathing already starting to get erratic.

"I can't help it," he pouts, burying his head into the crook of your shoulder and neck, "you made the prettiest sounds earlier."

You hummed in response, heart fluttering at his words. No matter what position he was in, he'd always manage to praise you. You move your hips closer to his crotch, resting over it. He holds his breath as you begin to slowly grind on top of him.

"All of those pretty sounds were just for you, baby," you kiss him one more time before sliding your fingers along the hem of his shorts, "can I take these off?" You quirk your eyebrow when he gives you a nod.

"I need you to use your words for me, pretty boy." It felt like every word you said was just making him harder. if you went on any longer, he'd probably cum without a single touch.

"Please take them off of me," he begged. You smile, satisfied by his plea before pulling them down.

You had seen him like this many times before, but you'd have to admit, "you have the prettiest dick I've ever seen, baby."

He looks away from you shyly as you compliment him. You're about to sit back on his lap when he looks at you with the cutest puppy eyes you've ever seen.

"What about you, though?" He looks down at your panties before giving them a tug. "Can I take them off for you?"

You coo at his request, before nodding. "Of course you can, baby. Take them off for me."

He slides your panties off of you slowly. He kisses your waist once before looking up at you again, waiting for your instructions.

"Such a good boy, following everything I say tonight." You move the straddle his lap once again, now free from barriers. You rest your heat on top of his girth, grinding on it once again.

This time though, you felt yourself slowly lose self-control, the feeling overwhelming you. You weren't sure if it was the immense amount of pleasure that you felt or just the need to be taken care of that hit you so suddenly, but you felt yourself lean onto Wooyoung.

He knew your body like the back of his hand now; he felt like he needed to ever since the first time you two had spent the night together. Knowing your body language, when you were uncomfortable, when your mood was changing. He felt like it was necessary to pick up those signs so that you could have the best experience with him. So as he felt your panting become more broken, and even whiny, grinding on him, he knew you were falling into a sub space.

Lucky for you, he could play both positions very well.

"It's okay, princess. Let Daddy take care of you, okay?" You couldn't do anything but nod as he gently changed positions so that your back was on the couch and he was hovering over you. He rubbed his length across your heat, with you moving your hips against it.

"What do you want, princess? Use your words for me." He rubbed his thumb over your hips, soothing you.

"I- I need you inside me, please Daddy." You gestured to your abdomen. "Please, I want to feel you right here."

Watching you below him in only his shirt begging for his dick stirred something within him.

"Whatever my girl wants, she gets." He slowly pushed himself into you. You let out a moan from how deep he goes into you, your back arching at how full you were. "Tell me when you want me to move, princess."

The stretch of cock inside you gave you an aching burn, battling between pain and pleasure. You wait for a few seconds to adjust to his length before giving him a signal that you were ready. He works you open slowly, pulling out before pushing deeper in. He took the sweet stretch you felt between your legs away over and over again until your practically lifting your hips in need.

"You're doing so well for me. So, so well." He whispered sweet nothings like that over and over again in your ear as he thrusted inside of you, his head meeting that spot inside of you that had your toes curling and you moaning his name louder than before. As if he mapped it out in his head, he hit that place over and over again until you were crying out.

"Scream my name, princess. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel." He moves his hand from your waist to your throbbing clit, circling it in sync with his thrusts with such precision that you couldn't help but chant his name over and over again.

"Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung- fuck-"

Your arms desperately wrap around his back, nails digging into them as you throb violently around his length. He follows you down, his body now laying fully against you, going in deeper as you both reached your limit. He held you close as you both tangled into each other in ecstasy.

"Fuck. Shit. I love you, you're so fucking good. So good for me, princess," he groans, cock twitching inside you as you feel the warmth of his cum filling you.

Your bodies twitch through the aftershocks, panting loudly as you come down from your high. With a sigh, he pulls out his cock out of you, your pussy aching at the sudden loss. He looks at your fucked out expression, before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"You know, I never knew how much I love you chanting my name until now." You cover your face in your hands in embarrassment as he laughs. He moves your hands away before planting a kiss on your lips.

You pout, "You know, you make it hard to love you sometimes when you do things like this" before kissing him once again.

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bluekittyworld · 6 months

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Still with YOU. [6, End]

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Chapter 5

Warning: smut (it's filthy) 18+

As the warmth of the sun caressed your skin, you luxuriated in the comfort of the plush pillows cradling your head and the softness of the mattress beneath you. A gentle sensation enveloped your feet, as if they were being tenderly massaged by invisible hands, sending waves of relaxation rippling through your entire body.

With your eyes closed, you surrendered to the blissful sensation, allowing it to wash away the remnants of stress and tension that had plagued you before. Each ray of sunlight felt like a soothing balm, easing every ache and worry until you were enveloped in a cocoon of tranquillity.

It was a moment of pure serenity, and you couldn't help but bask in its warmth, reluctant to disturb the peace by opening your eyes. For in this tranquil haven, time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the blissful sensation of being completely at ease.

“Princess?” you heard Jimin.

As you gradually parted your eyelids, the soft glow of the room greeted you, and there, sitting before you, was Jimin, his presence like a familiar embrace in the midst of your awakening, it was him massaging your feet gently. A faint smile graced your lips as you took in the sight of him, your heart fluttering with a mix of comfort and curiosity.

It didn't escape your notice that you were once again in Jimin's bedroom, the familiar surroundings wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. Despite the haze of sleep still lingering in your mind, you felt a sense of reassurance in his presence, as if being with him brought a measure of solace to your soul.

With a gentle nod of acknowledgment, you silently conveyed your gratitude for his care, your eyes speaking volumes as they met his gaze. In that moment, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you were not alone, for Jimin was there, a steadfast anchor in the ebb and flow of your journey.

As the fog of sleep lifted, a wave of realization crashed over you like a torrent, bringing with it the memory of your own demise. The peaceful atmosphere of Jimin's bedroom suddenly felt suffocating, your heart hammering in your chest as panic clawed its way into your consciousness.

In that moment of stark clarity, you recoiled, the weight of your mortality pressing down upon you with crushing force. The knowledge that you had died, that you were no longer among the living, sent a shiver down your spine, chilling you to the core.

Frantically, you tried to piece together the fragments of your fractured memory, searching for answers amidst the chaos of your thoughts. How had you ended up here? What had led to your untimely demise? And most importantly, what did it mean to be in Jimin's embrace now?

“It’s all over my princess” Jimin rocked you gently in his tight embrace. With each gentle stroke of his hand, Jimin's touch seemed to beckon you into a realm of darkness, where shadows danced upon the edges of your consciousness, threatening to consume you whole. And though his words promised an end to your suffering, a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a far more sinister journey.

Yet in the warmth of his embrace, you found a fleeting moment of respite, a brief reprieve from the relentless pull of despair. And as you clung to him, your heart heavy with the weight of your newfound reality, you couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited you in the embrace of the demon who claimed to be your saviour.

“Jimin what happened?” you whispered.

“_____, you are here with me for eternity, you will be my princess and we will reign over hell together” he kissed your forehead.

In the midst of your confusion, a strange sense of relief washed over you, Jimin the love of your life was with you. As you gazed into his eyes, you found comfort in the depths of his gaze. Despite the darkness that lurked within him, you couldn't deny the warmth of his touch or the sincerity of his words, each moment spent in his embrace offering a glimpse of the heaven you so desperately craved.

And so, in the paradoxical embrace of the demon who claimed to be your saviour, you found yourself torn between the allure of his love and the fear of what lay hidden beneath the surface. Yet for now, as you basked in the light of his affection, you couldn't help but surrender to the fleeting bliss of the moment, trusting in the devil's embrace to shield you from the shadows that threatened to engulf your fragile heart.

As Jimin guided your trembling hand to your head, a shiver ran down your spine at the unexpected sensation beneath your fingertips. With a tentative touch, you traced the outline of something foreign protruding from your scalp, your heart quickening with each passing second.

And then, as your fingers brushed against the unmistakable shape of horns, reality crashed down upon you like a tidal wave. Shock and disbelief warred within you as you struggled to comprehend the implications of this newfound revelation. How could it be possible? How could you bear the mark of the devil himself?

Yet as you gazed into Jimin's eyes, searching for answers amidst the swirling chaos of your thoughts, a strange sense of acceptance washed over you. For in his presence, surrounded by the echoes of your shared destiny, you realized that your fate had been sealed long before this moment.

With a heavy heart and a newfound resolve, you allowed yourself to succumb to the truth of your existence, embracing the darkness that coursed through your veins. And as the weight of your horns bore down upon you, you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the depths of hell.

In that moment of quiet acceptance, as you grappled with the reality of your newfound identity, Jimin's smile offered a glimmer of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead. With a tender touch, he leaned in to press his lips against yours, a silent promise of companionship in the face of the darkness that now enveloped you both.

As his kiss lingered upon your lips, you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you, a sense of belonging in the arms of the one who had guided you to this moment. And though the path before you remained shrouded in shadows, you knew that with Jimin by your side, you would face whatever trials awaited you in the depths of hell.

With a whispered pledge of devotion, you returned his kiss, sealing your fate with a bond that transcended the realms of heaven and hell. And as the echoes of your love reverberated through the darkness, you knew that together, you would conquer the depths of despair and emerge stronger on the other side.

Caught in the heat of the moment, Jimin's touch ignited a fire within you, awakening desires that had long lay dormant beneath the surface. As his lips claimed yours with a fervent urgency, you felt the strength of your newfound demonic nature surging through your veins, fuelling the flames of passion that raged between you.

With each kiss, each caress, the boundaries that had once separated you from Jimin melted away, consumed by the primal hunger that now bound you together. No longer held back by mortal constraints, you surrendered yourself fully to the intoxicating allure of his touch, revelling in the raw intensity of the connection that pulsed between you.

In that moment, as the world around you faded into obscurity, there was only Jimin, only the fiery passion that consumed you both, drawing you ever deeper into the abyss of desire. And as you lost yourself in the heady embrace of your demonic lover, you knew that this forbidden union would only grow stronger with each passing moment, forging an unbreakable bond that would endure for eternity.

He undid the belt on your silk robe, you were bare under it, you let it slip off your shoulders, lost in the kiss with Jimin, you felt hungry for him. You pushed Jimin on his back, straddling him in the process, you took control, a sense of empowerment flowed through you. With newfound confidence, you leaned down to capture Jimin's lips in a fiery kiss, revelling in the taste of his forbidden desire, making him smirk.

With each touch, each caress, you explored the contours of his body, tracing the lines of his form with a hunger that bordered on insatiable. Beneath you, Jimin surrendered himself willingly to your command, his own desires laid bare as he yielded to the intoxicating allure of your dominance.

The flames of lust consumed you both, you lost yourself in the heady ecstasy of the moment, not taking the time to unbutton his shirt you ripped it off him, he chuckled “Princess that was my favourite shirt”.

You didn’t respond instead you attacked his neck, sucking on it marking it with hues of deep blue and purple, Jimin’s hands caressed your back as you painted him, making him moan your name repeatedly.

Your hands travelled down to his trousers, you cupped his dick, pressing on it, making him groan “______, naughty princess”. He reached to caress your face, you held onto his hand and kissed him, while grinding you naked pussy on his clothed dick, a wet patch was starting to form on his trousers from your arousal, he could feel it. He wanted to take control, but he held himself back, today you were in charge, he waited in anticipation to see what you had to offer.

You took his belt off, and with the same belt tied his hands together, tit for tat, you enjoyed taking a little revenge, Jimin enjoyed your bold move, nobody had this much power over him but you. You slid off his trousers and to your surprise he wasn’t wearing underwear, he smirked back at you, so this was all planned by him? You giggled at the sight, Jimin joining in on your laugh.

You brought your mouth down and kissed his pelvic area, but not touching him where he needed it most, Jimin was moaning and groaning in pleasure and pain, you enjoyed his turmoil. You had tortured him enough you thought, so you left kisses along his whole length, taking the tip in your mouth. You suckled on it like it was a lollypop, Jimin wanted more, he needed more.

“Please princess” he begged you.

“Please what?” You repeated the words he once said to you with a wicked smile, revenge was sweet.

He whined, so you gave him what he needed, taking his dick in your mouth as far as you possibly could, he moved his hips, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. You let him enjoy himself, but when you felt like he was about to cum, you left his dick with a pop.

“Not so easy” you mocked him.

He closed his eyes and a smirk spread across his face; his princess wasn’t going to give him an easy night.

You held your boobs together and nestled his dick in between, moving them up and down his shaft, the warmth and the soft cushion of your breasts around his dick made Jimin moan so loudly, pre-cum was seeping between your boobs, making the movement even more slick, he was almost screaming your name at this point. You halted your actions again just before he could reach his high, leaving a kiss on his salty tip.

His wrists had dark red marks where the belt was restraining him, blood threatening to break through, you set his hands free, he groaned in relief, as he was recovering you held the base of his dick and lowered your pussy on him, taking him raw into your tight walls, he squealed and moaned, that feeling was too much for him.

You felt so devilish, you placed your hands on his chest for support as your hips got into action, bouncing on him insanely fast, the room filled with slapping sounds as your bottom hit his balls. Jimin was so lost in pleasure he almost lost his breath, you kept going without holding back, your own pleasure reaching a high.

Jimin squeezed your ass, kneaded your boobs, pulled your nipples, scratched your back, tugged your hair, how he wished he had more hands to feel you all over, it was becoming very difficult for him to hold back, and you knew.

“Loser comes first” you stuck your tongue out, slamming on his balls even harder this time. He came, you also let yourself go, coating his dick, creating a creamy white ring. He kept filling you with his cum, the warmth hitting in all directions, painting your gummy pink walls white. Your arms gave up and you fell on his torso, he snaked his arms around you stroking your hair.

“Princess, I admit, I’m the loser, you did so well, even better than me” Jimin fuelled your ego, you smiled into his chest.

“Thank you, my Prince, since you lost, I’ll decide your punishment later” you replied.

You laid in that position for a few minutes until your heart rate stabilised again. You raised your hips to let Jimin out of yourself, white liquid trickled out of your hole and onto his dick, darkening the colour of the silk sheets beneath. You got off the bed to put on your robe, Jimin’s cum was still seeping out of your pussy, creating a trial all the way down to your ankles, Jimin laughed, pulling you back on the bed to lay with him he wanted to relax with you, basking in the afterglow.

“Jimin its so much” you pouted, you felt his cum leaking out of you with each movement.

“I know I’m sorry baby, you just do that to me” he caressed your face, placing a kiss on your forehead.

He stroked his hand across your leg scooping his cum, then without warning he pushed it back into your hole, making you shriek and look at him in disbelief.

“What? It belongs there, I’m putting it back in its place” he looked down at you mischievously.

He continued to 'put his cum back’ into your hole, it was just an excuse to lazily finger you, but you didn’t mind, it felt nice. Once Jimin had made you come again, he cuddled you in his warm embrace as he fell asleep. In the tranquil aftermath of your fiery passion, you found comfort in his arms. Wrapped in the soft embrace of silk, you nestled close to him, you felt a sense of peace wash over you as sleep claimed you.

In the infernal realm where sin reigned supreme, life took on a different hue, one tinged with the allure of darkness and the seduction of temptation. Amidst the fiery landscapes and shadowy corridors of the demonic realm, you lived with your favourite demon Jimin, known as the Prince of Lust.

Under Jimin's guidance, you learned of the seven sins, each governed by its own devil, and revelled in the intoxicating power they wielded. Amidst the fiery dominion of hell, you found camaraderie and companionship in the most unexpected of places - the company of the partners of the other devils. Despite the tumultuous nature of the underworld, these women became your confidantes, allies, and cherished friends.

As the Prince of Lust, Jimin embodied the essence of passion and desire, his presence igniting flames of longing within you that burned with an insatiable hunger. In his embrace, you discovered a world of forbidden ecstasy, where every touch, every kiss, was laden with the promise of boundless pleasure.

Life in the demonic realm felt exhilarating, each moment filled with the thrill of indulgence and the intoxicating allure of sin. And as you walked hand in hand with Jimin through the shadows of hell, you knew that together, you were destined to reign supreme, rulers of a kingdom forged from the depths of desire.

As time passed, you became accustomed to the intricacies of life in the demonic realm, navigating its treacherous paths with Jimin by your side. For in the infernal realm, where the boundaries between good and evil blurred and temptation lurked around every corner, your love shone brightly, a testament to the power of passion and desire to triumph over even the darkest of forces.

And so, with your hearts entwined and your spirits ablaze with the fires of passion, you embarked on a journey that would defy the very fabric of reality itself, forging a love that would endure for all eternity in the depths of hell.

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