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Praise | Taunt Part 2

summary: michael has been tutoring you for weeks and the closer you get to him, the stronger your feelings seem to grow but does he feel the same way about you?

pairing: michael gavey x reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, profanity, dirty talk, breast/nipple play, teasing, degradation/dumbification, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex (technically the reader is on birth control but it's not mentioned in this part), angst (michael is in his sad boy hours for a lil bit), creampie, light cum play, light choking, daddy kink, dom/sub vibes, discussions of mathematics, michael being a lil clueless (aw, bless) -- let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 9.8k i will not apologize, i am not sorry

a/n: i have to say, i've grown so attached to this little pairing and i hope y'all love them as much as i do! i want to say a huge, huge, huge thank you to the loml @officerbrowneyes ❤️ for giving me the excitement and inspiration needed to even make me want to write a second part to taunt, for helping me through my writers block, for betaing this fic, and for generally being an amazing person and fantastic friend! i love you bby!!

TAUNT | Part 1

MAKING AMENDS | Bonus

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“Fuck this,” you mutter, jaw clenched as you yank over the next page of your statistics textbook, practically ripping the page as you flip it over. You can’t help but grumble, each page of notes you flip through only adding to your foul mood as you hunch over your desk, numbers and letters swimming together in your vision. “Ugh!” You toss your pencil down, rubbing your temples as it clatters across the desk before falling to the floor.

“Oi!” Louise sits up against the pillows on your bed across the room, tugging off a headphone as she looks at you, resting her own textbook on her lap, “You doin’ alright, babe?”

“I’m gonna fail the final,” You groan, head in your hands, “I’m gonna fail it, and then fail out of Oxford, and then I’ll have to go back home and then my parents will kill me.”

“You’re not gonna fail,” she sighs, pushing herself up so her legs dangle over the bed, “You’ll be fine. You were so worried about that last quiz and you nearly got a perfect score, remember?”

You let out a petulant whine, one you’d be embarrassed about if your head wasn’t pounding, and lean back on your wooden desk chair, bleary eyes staring up at the ceiling. “That was before we started consumer mathematics,” you lament, chest heaving with a sigh, “I have no hope now.”

You can feel Louise jokingly roll her eyes behind you when she huffs out a laugh as she slips off your bed, coming to stand behind you, her face upside down as she looks down at you, a hand on her hip. “Why don’t you just text Michael? I thought he’s been helping you.”

Just hearing his name makes your heart feel funny in your chest and you sigh, sitting back up before turning to look at your friend, “It’s…complicated.” Inwardly, you can’t help but cringe at yourself; the situation is anything but complicated and yet it somehow feels impossible.

“Explain,” Louise commands, leaning back against your desk with her arms crossed across her chest. She laughs when you groan, pushing your shoulders back from where you’ve curled in on yourself, forcing you to look at her, “Babe, I love you, but it’s Michael Gavey. How on Earth is that man ‘complicated?’” She asks, cocking her hip as she does air quotes with her hands.

“Because I like him!” You blurt out after a second, hiding your face in your hands, “I like him and I don’t think he likes me and every damn time we study, we just end up fucking and I can’t keep fucking him because I like him!” The words rush out of you before you have time to think about them, your whole body deflating like a balloon as you release weeks worth of tension.

Your head snaps up in shock when Louise giggles, your mouth hanging open even as the corners of your lips threaten to quirk up into a smile. “How dare you!” You admonish, playfully slapping at her hip, “I’m pouring my heart out to you and you laugh!”

“Sorry, sorry!” She shakes her head, breathily laughing as she tries to get herself under control, “I’m sorry! I just…what do you mean he doesn’t like you? That man is in love.”

“What?” Your eyes narrow as you stare up at her, “How do you know? I’ve tried flirting with him and he doesn’t ever seem to respond to it.”

At this, Louise shakes her head and shoots you a concerned look, “I don’t think he’s the type to get flirting, hon.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you honestly think anyone has ever flirted with him?” Louise asks, giving you a pointed look, “I don’t have anything against the guy, but come on. You’re gonna have to hit him over the head with it.”

“Yeah, okay,” you acquiesce; in your weeks of getting to know Michael, you’d learned that while he wasn’t clueless, he was definitely not as experienced as he had first appeared, “That still doesn’t mean he likes me, though.” You point out, raising an eyebrow at your friend.

“Do you really not see the way he looks at you?” She smirks, “I’ve said two words to the man but, trust me, he is smitten, babe.”

You look away, biting at your bottom lip as you think over what she had to say. Your eyes scan over the surface of your desk, unfocused, as thoughts bounce around your head. Louise simply pats your shoulder before going back to your bed, resting on her stomach as she resumes reading through her book.

You’re quiet for a moment before your eyes land on your phone, sitting temptingly on the corner of your desk. You glance back and forth between it and the still-opened textbook in front of you, frustration rising in your chest once again at the mere sight of the various formulas on the pages. Finally, with a sigh, you grab your phone and flip it open, quickly scrolling to Michael’s contact.

“U busy now?” You text quickly, pressing send before you have a chance to second guess yourself before setting the phone down quickly, practically dropping it on the desk as if it were burning you.

Not even a minute later, although it feels like an eternity, it vibrates. You hesitate for a second, tempted to just slog your way through this chapter on your own. Finally, you sigh and reach for your phone, not wanting to sacrifice your newly-improved grade or your situationship with Michael.

“In my room. Why?” He replies, always concise and to the point.

“Need help w the new chap,” you type, biting your lip as you shuffle through letters on the small keyboard, “Can I come over?”

“Sure, see you soon.” His reply comes quickly, making your heart race.

With a nervous sigh, you push yourself up from your chair, groaning as you take a second to stretch before striding over to your small dresser. “I’m going to his,” you say, glancing over at Louise, “I’m officially waving the white flag on this chapter.”

“Wear lingerie!” She says quickly, practically skipping over to you and leaning against the wall next to you.

“What?” You laugh, shooting her a questioning look, “Why would I do that?”

“Duh!” She huffs with an eye roll, “Put in some effort to fuck him and it might help get the message across.”

“How do you know we’ve been–”

“Your room is right next to mine,” she points out, looking at you tiredly, “And the walls in this ancient building are thin as paper. Come on.”

“Okay, okay,” you put your hands up in surrender with a laugh before pulling open your underwear drawer; as convoluted as Louise’s plan was, you couldn’t exactly see a downside to fancying up a little, “Any suggestions?”

“Hmm,” she hums, shuffling through the small pile of fancy lace you had shoved in the corner of the drawer, “Ooh, these!” She chimes victoriously, holding up a lacy bra, “This color always looks so good on you, you’ll make his head explode.”

With a nod, you grab the bra and matching underwear from her, “If this doesn’t help, I will be holding you personally accountable.” You laugh, seeing her politely turn away from you in the corner of your eye as you begin pulling your clothes off.

“I mean, it is still on you to actually say something,” she chuckles, peering out the window as she waits for you to change, “Honestly, if it was me, I would’a locked that shit down ages ago. The sounds I hear coming from this room…” She jokes, shaking her head.

“Sounds?” You ask, your face flushing as you hurriedly clasp the thin bra behind your back, “You can hear us?”

“You two are not nearly as sneaky as you think,” she laughs, “I mean, who would’ve thought that little nerd had it in him?”

“He has hooked up with people,” you defend, pulling on a t-shirt and skirt, short enough that you knew it would make the blond’s head spin, “He’s not totally helpless.”

“Hookups are different than boyfriend dick,” Louise points out, shuffling back on your bed until her back was resting against the wall next to it, “And based on all the screams I hear from you, Michael has boyfriend dick.”

With a laugh, you roll your eyes, not even bothering to question her as you shove your things into your backpack. Sitting down at your desk chair, you pull your small mirror over and give your hair and makeup one last look over, glancing back at Louise as she continues, “I mean, come off it, babes. You don’t even make those noises by yourself.”

“You can hear me?!” You squeak out, whipping your head around.

“The walls are paper thin!” She laughs, “I’m sure you can hear me too, and everyone else. You honestly think that doesn’t go both ways?”

“Ha ha,” you say dryly, slipping on your shoes before standing and grabbing your keys from the small hook next to the door of your room, “I’m going, can you lock my door when you leave?”

“Yup!” Louise chirps, not bothering to look up from her phone as she waves you off, “Go get that nerd dick!”

With a sigh and an eye roll, you pull your door closed.

You make it to Michael’s in record time and pause in front of his door, giving yourself a minute to calm down before you nervously knock.

Almost instantly, the door swings open. The thought that he might’ve been perched next to it, waiting for you to show up, makes your chest squeeze as you murmur a hello.

“Hiya, pretty.” He says lowly as you move past him, closing the door and watching as you dump your backpack by his bed. His room wasn’t much different than most other guy’s dorms you’d been in – sparsely decorated with only the essentials, although you did appreciate the posters and pictures Michael had hanging up. There were all sorts of different ones pinned to the dark wooden walls, from bands he liked to small polaroids of his pets from home. Every time you were here, though, your heart couldn’t help but hurt a little as you never saw pictures similar to some of the ones you had up – ones with friends.

“Needed some help from little old me?” He teases.

“Yes, oh my God!” You sigh, your dramatics making him crack a smile as he takes a seat at his desk, “This new chapter is doing my head in!”

“Alright, alright love,” he murmurs, signature smirk poised on his lips as his blue eyes peer at you from behind his glasses, “Get your things, I’ll see if I can help.”

With a nod, you pull your notebook from your backpack as he turns to the chapter in his own textbook. As you move, you can’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eye, taking in everything from the dark red t-shirt he wore, complete with a cheesy maths pun on the front, to how ruffled his golden hair was, like he’d just woken up from a nap. Maybe the light was playing tricks on you, but you swore you saw him glance over at you a time or two too.

“Haven’t heard much from you this week,” you start, pulling up the extra chair he kept in a corner of his dorm room, “How’ve you been? Oh! And how did that paper for your calculus class turn out?” You ask, glancing at him as you flip through the pages of your notebook, looking for where you’d left off.

“Oh, yeah,” he clears his throat, leaning an elbow on his desk, “The paper was great, actually. Thank you for your help by the way,” his lips curve up in a sheepish grin, “I’ve always been a bit shit at writing.”

“Yeah, no problem,” try to ignore the way your stomach twists at his gratitude, “I’ve always been shit at maths so it works out.” You joke, pride filling your chest when he chuckles. The longer you’d spent working with Michael, the more comfortable the two of you became, and slowly but surely he’d let his guard down. He was still the same cocky, downright arrogant prick in class but when it was just the two of you, you couldn’t help but notice that he’d grown…softer. Those sharp, taunting edges of his had been smoothed a little, sanded down by jokes he shared with you rather than sarcastic jabs directed at you.

“Mmm,” he hummed, those blue eyes you’d grown so enamored with sparkling with mirth, like he was always just one step ahead of you, “Don’t sell yourself short, baby. You’ve improved a lot,” your cheeks flush and the butterflies in your stomach roar to life, whirling around wildly at the simple compliment, “Not nearly as much of a dummy as you were a few weeks ago, yeah?” He finishes, lips tugged up in a viciously smug smile as he watches the way your eyes grow wide, the way the pink hues making their home on the apples of your cheeks bloom ever brighter, extending almost all the way to your neck.

“Michael,” your voice is hoarse as you croak his name, desperately willing your mind to stay on track, “C-Can we focus on the notes, please? I really do need help, I mean maybe later we can–”

“Don’t get yourself in a tizzy,” he says, blessedly cutting off your nervous babbling, “What’s giving you problems, pretty?”

“Uhh,” you fumble, kicking yourself internally as you scramble to reset your brain, “The stuff we went over last week,” you flip through your notes, finally pointing your pen at the hastily scribbled notes you’d taken in class, “The monthly investment stuff; I guess the formula Professor Davies went over just seems really complicated to me. Like, I was having a really hard time following it in class with the way he was explaining it.”

Michael nods his head as he listens, his eyes quickly scanning over your notes before flitting to the accompanying pages in his nextbook as he lets out a sigh. “Ahh, okay,” his fingers brush over yours as he takes your pen, once again sending your mind into a flurry as you blink, desperately trying to clear the fog that seemed so determined to invade your brain, “So, remember the compound interest formula we went over earlier?”

You nod as he peers over at you, admittedly only halfway listening as your heart hammers in your chest. “Uhm, y-yeah,” you nearly whisper before clearing your throat, “Yeah.” You nod once more, trying to keep your voice steady as you watch him scrawl notes on your paper; your eyes glaze over as you observe the way his long fingers hold your pen, making it all too easy to imagine those same fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your tongue down as he whispers filthy things into your ear, skirting their way into your underwear and curling just right against –

“It works similarly,” Michael continues, hunched over the textbook as he copies down a sample problem, “So, the monthly investment formula is basically just the yearly salary over twelve months. I think the formula is getting to you, but it’s not really that complicated in practice.”

You nod your head dutifully, his voice sounding muffled to your ears as your thoughts continue spiraling, lewd thoughts of his fingers and cock playing like a video on the backs of your eyes. He hands the pen back to you as he finishes copying down the question, gazing at you expectantly as you look over the problem.

“Okay, so, uhm,” you stammer, eyes desperately scanning over the page as if the answer will magically reveal itself to you, “So…you’d divide these…?” You ask timidly, already knowing you’re wrong.

“You aren’t paying attention at all, love,” he says, not even needing to question it as he shakes his head in mock disappointment, “What’s going on in that pretty head, hm? What got you so distracted?” He rasps, one hand moving up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, even that simple action damn near causing you to whimper.

“I don't,” you swallow, mouth dry as your eyes flutter shut for a half second before reluctantly meeting his, heart pounding wildly in your chest as the smirk on his face makes a graceful reappearance when he sees the glazed over, near empty look on your face, “I don’t know.” You finish finally, voice breathy despite your best efforts.

“Hmm,” he hums again, trailing that hand down your neck and the side of your arm before finally letting it rest atop the thigh closest to him, his touch practically burning your skin, “I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s taken over that empty fuckin’ head.”

Before you even have a chance to reply, his hands are on your hips. He firmly pulls you into his lap, lithe frame disguising his true strength as he settles you atop his thighs.

“Michael, I–”

“Hush,” he commands softly, warm hands skirting over your waist as he tugs you back into him, your back pressing into the familiar expanse of his chest once again, “I know exactly how to help, pretty girl.” He whispers, his breath fanning over your cheek before he presses a light kiss there, trailing them down over the side of your neck as his hands slip under the bottom of your t-shirt. His touch makes shivers cascade down your spine as you feel his hands ghost over your stomach before they cup your breasts; he lets out a pleased hum when he feels the delicate lace of your bra, which does nothing to hide your already pebbled nipples as they press against the palms of his hands.

“I think,” he continues, chuckling darkly when he already hears small whines escaping past your lips as he continues massaging your breasts, “You need that wet little cunt played with, hm? I know she’s already dripping, pretty.” His voice is rough as he speaks, his hips grinding up into you, making you mewl on his lap as you feel his cock already poking against you even through the jeans he wears.

“P-Please,” you whine brokenly, embarrassed to already be reduced to such a state, “Please, Michael, I need…fuck, I need something, anything, please!” You’re used to begging for him by now, the two of you have hooked up enough over the past few weeks that you know he loves how whimpery and desperate you get, loves to hear the little hitch in your voice when you beg and plead with him so.

“Not Michael,” he grunts, roughly pinching at your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, just enough to make you cry out and squirm on his lap, “Try again.”

“Oh–,” you gasp, unable to stop the way your hips desperately wriggle on his lap, tantalized by the feel of him, even through all the layers of clothing between you, “Sir! Sir, please!”

He huffs out a laugh, low and raspy in your ear as he trails one hand up, poking it through the collar of your shirt to wrap it lightly around your throat – not enough to choke you, but just enough to remind you of your place. “Someone must be feeling extra stupid today, hm? Haven’t been sir in weeks, love, you know that.”

A hungry whine claws its way past your lips as your head tilts back onto his shoulder, your eyes squeezing shut as your cheeks heat up, trembling in his lap. This has been his favorite part, experimenting with that one little name it takes so much for you to say. It’s funny really, eventually he’d admitted to only hearing it in a porno, not something he could attribute to his string of experiences with one night stands. You’d just been the first person he’d been intrigued about enough to try it on; he was hooked the moment he saw your reaction and had slowly worked it into your little routine, requiring you to day it, to beg him so prettily with it, before he’d ever give you what you wanted.

“Come on now,” he groans, the movements of your hips finally getting to him, “Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll keep this precious cunt occupied so that that little head can work properly.” His hand abandons your breast, a laugh rumbling through him at your cries as he trails it up one thigh, slipping it under the bottom of your skirt.

“Daddy!” You finally blurt out, the ache in your core finally growing too big for you to keep denying, “Please, daddy, please, just… fuck, just do something!”

“Shh, shh, babygirl,” he coos, half laughing as he slips his hand up under your skirt, cupping your throbbing center over the thin lace of your panties, groaning when he feels how hot and wet you are under his touch, “No wonder you can’t think straight, hm? So messy.”

You whimper helplessly in his lap, hands scrabbling before they tightly cling to the forearm he has halfway under your skirt. “Oh, fuck,” you breathe heavily, head swimming as his fingers press down on your aching clit before circling the bud slowly, the lace of your underwear only adding to the fire building within you, “Oh, my God!”

Michael grunts lowly into your ear as he twirls his fingers against you, nipping at your neck as he rocks against you from below. “Here’s how this is gonna go, love,” he whispers lowly, speeding up the movements of his long fingers against you, “If you can get the formula right, you can come…”

“Wha–!” You splutter, your chest already heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, nails digging into his forearm as you feel the knot in your stomach already beginning to tighten; Michael had made it his mission over the last few weeks to learn every little thing that made you tick, and Christ, if he wasn’t a fast learner, “T-That’s not–”

“If you can’t get it right,” he continues, smirking against your cheek as he presses his fingers ever tighter into the column of your throat, “Then I’ll just keep edging and edging you until I’ve gotten my fill of those precious fucking noises you make, hm?”

You struggle in his hold, not getting very far as his touch has already reduced your muscles to jelly. Your hips keep rutting up into his fingers despite your feeble attempts to stop yourself, knowing he absolutely means to make good on his threats. With a defeated whine, you let your head loll to the side on his shoulder, burying your face against the pale expanse of his neck. Squeezing your eyes shut, you breathe in his now-familiar scent, although that only serves to put you more on edge.

Michael suddenly moves, sitting up straighter in his desk chair and bringing you with him, causing you to yelp a bit. He keeps a steady hold on you as he leans forward, his fingers never ceasing their circular movements on your aching clit as he tilts you forward, angling your head so you’re once again face-to-face with the textbook and notes still laid out on the desk.

“Now,” he starts, resting his chin on your shoulder as his eyes scan over the pages in front of you both, seemingly wholly unbothered with your current state, “What’s the first step?”

You can feel your eyes stinging with unshed tears as you blearily look over the paper, your eyes not really focusing on anything as you feel the knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter with each movement of his hands against you.

“M-Michael, I–” Your voice sticks in your throat, your hips moving entirely of their own accord in his lap as your walls clench desperately around nothing, that familiar growing ache nearly taking over your entire center as your breath hitches.

“Ooh,” he murmurs with saccharine sympathy, quickly pulling his fingers from you just before you fall over the edge; you can feel him smirking wickedly against your cheek as you twitch against him, letting out mournful little whines, “That was a close one, wasn’t it, pretty girl?”

The room feels as if it’s spinning as you come down from your almost-high, your walls throbbing as low cries slip past your lips. “F-Fuck…” you sigh hoarsly, hips still pathetically twitching against his jean-clad lap.

“I know you know this,” his breath is warm against your cheek as he angles his head toward yours, blond hair tickling the side of your face as he peers at you from behind his glasses, “Be a good fucking girl and tell me which step is first and I’ll touch you again.”

Your eyes frantically scan over the problem as you will yourself to remember something, anything, from one of Professor Davies’s lectures last week, your hands abandoning Michael’s forearm to white-knuckle the edge of his desk instead as you try to steady yourself.

“Y-You, uhm, you multiply,” you start, swallowing heavily as something finally seems to click together in your brain, “You multiply the exponents, daddy.”

You practically preen under his touch as you feel more so than hear the pleased hum he lets out. “Very good,” he drawls slowly, pressing soft kisses against your cheek, “See? I knew there was something going on in that head of yours.” You know he’s taunting you on purpose, pulling out every trick he knows will make you blush, though you can’t bring yourself to care as you feel your heart soar with his praises.

A loud moan tumbles past your lips as he resumes touching you, his fingers once again teasing your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, the aching bud now all the more sensitive to his touches after you were denied an orgasm. You nearly double over on his lap as pleasure immediately zings up your spine, your muscles tensing in his hold.

His hand abandons your throat and pulls out from under your shirt completely as he reaches for your pen and quickly scribbles down the first step of the formula, easily multiplying the numbers in his head before setting your pen back down.

“Now then, what’s next, love?” He chuckles meanly against your cheek as you whine. He groans appreciatively as he feels your arousal leaking into your panties, soaking the fabric against his fingers while his other hand comes up to cup your breast over your shirt, feeling your aching nipple pressing against his hand even through the fabric.

This game continues for what feels like an eternity, his fingers delicately teasing you right up to your breaking point before he cruelly yanks his hand away as he quizzes you again and again until you slowly but surely work your way through each step of the problem.

You’re a sweaty mess on his lap now, skin damp and flushed as he pulls his hand away for what must be the hundredth time, although in reality it’s only the fifth. You let out a feeble whine, long past begging and pleading as you know it won’t do any good.

“You’re so close,” he teases, chuckling to himself at the double meaning of his words, “Just need to solve it now, pretty baby. The sooner you do, the sooner I’ll make you come.” He promises, patting his fingers over the soaked patch on your panties just enough to make you jump.

“D-Daddy, please!” You sniffle, no longer trying to reign in the tears streaming down your cheeks as your center aches and clenches, empty, “Please, I need–”

“You need to answer the fucking question,” he grunts through clenched teeth, one hand still cupping your spasming center while the other shoots up to your neck, angling your head toward the paper once more, “You asked me for help, love. And I’d say this is helping; looks like that empty little brain is able to recall information after all.” He teases, smirking cruelly as he ruts against your ass, taunting you with his hard length yet again. “Come on,” he continues, urging you on, “You’re doing so, so well for daddy. Just need the last little bit.”

Your head spins as you look at the paper and you halfway wonder if your fingers have made intents in the wood of his desk yet, “It’s, it’s the yearly salary,” you say quickly, voice high-pitched and breathy, “T-The yearly salary over twelve, fuck, m-months.” You rush out, squeezing your eyes shut.

Somehow, more blood seems to rush to your cheeks as he gasps in fake surprise, really laying it on thick for you. “Oh, what a good girl!” He praises, arms wrapping around you tightly as you squirm in his hold, his warm body pressing against yours only making your need greater, “I knew you could do it, that’s right, love!”

Quickly, he multiplies the numbers you indicated, mumbling under his breath as he quickly thinks through the equation. A few seconds later, you hear your pen moving against the paper as he scribbles down your answer, circling it with an over-done flourish.

“You’ve done it!” He coos happily, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your cheek, trailing them down your jaw and neck, “You want your prize now?” He asks lowly, trailing his hand back up your thigh slowly, fingers just barely skimming over your throbbing center.

All at once, you seem to come back to yourself as the fog lifts momentarily behind your eyes as your desperation drives you. You nod your head frantically as you turn on his lap, finally facing him and relishing the sweet, proud smile spread across his lps.

“Please, Michael, daddy,” you ramble, pressing kisses against his cheeks and neck before he finally angles his head and catches your lips with his; the two of you sigh into the kiss, yours morphing into a desperate whine as you press your chest against his, shivering as your nipples peak from the warmth of his body alone. His tongue licks along your lower lip before he gently nips at it, chuckling as you mewl into his mouth as his tongue meets yours. You kiss him frantically, sighing happily when he delicately sucks your tongue into his mouth before you pull away with a whimper. “Please, please, I need it,” you murmur against his lips, clinging to his shoulders, “I can’t wait any longer, please!”

He shushes you with a soft laugh, hands skimming over your waist. “D’you want my mouth or my fingers, pretty girl?” He mutters softly, holding you steady on his lap.

“Mouth!” You answer instantly, making him chuckle at your desperation, “Please, please!”

“On the bed,” he commands, giving you one last kiss before pushing you up, helping to steady your shaky legs, “Good girl.” He praises again, patting your ass teasingly when you finally steady yourself enough to cross the room, stopping to kick off your shoes quickly before sitting yourself down on the bed.

Michael follows after you, smirking as he kneels on the bed, one foot still on the floor. He smiles and cups both of your cheeks, kissing you once more like he can’t get enough. “You, pretty girl, are very overdressed,” He drawls, waiting for your subtle nod before pulling your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor by the bed. “Holy…” his eyes are wide as he stares at your chest, taking in the way the delicate lace perfectly cups your breasts, nipples visible through the thin material, already hardened from his earlier ministrations.

Upon seeing his reaction, you get bold. Smirking, you pull up your skirt, spreading your legs as you draw your knees up to your chest, giving him a perfect view of your matching panties; the lace, long since soaked through with your arousal, practically glimmers in the low lamp-light of his room.

“Fuck,” he whispers, one hand adjusting his hard length, straining against his jeans as his blue eyes sweep over you, taking in every flawless inch, “To what do I owe the honor, hm?” He finally collects himself, smirking again as he reaches out to lightly skim a finger over the soft silk of one strap of your bra. He’s never seen you in something this nice, and certainly never a matching set, the sight of the soft lace against your skin would be enough to make him finish in his jeans if he weren’t careful.

“Wanted to wear something special for you…” You say with a small shrug, heat rising to your cheeks once again as you look up at him shyly through your lashes.

He tilts his head to the side, clearly not picking up on the deeper meaning behind your words as he squints his eyes at you, confused. “Why…why would you wanna wear something special for me, love?” He questions softly, his voice coming out more as a breath than words.

“Michael,” you sigh, squirming under his affectionate gaze as you gather every ounce of confidence in your body. You swallow as your eyes dart between his, your heart quickly speeding up in your chest; you take a deep breath, Louise’s words echoing in your head, “I…I really like you.” You say simply, carefully watching his reaction.

“You…do?” He asks slowly, eyebrows shooting up in surprise, his eyes widening as he watches you nod with a shy smile. “Why me?” His voice is smaller this time, his whole body seeming to deflate as he sits back on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped as one foot still rests against the wooden floor.

“Why wouldn’t I like you?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, head cocking to the side as you move closer to him, placing a hand on his knee.

He sighs heavily, glancing up at you before looking down to where your hand rests on his leg, “No one really does.” He finally sighs, his eyes downcast.

Without thinking, you move closer to him, pressing yourself against him as you practically climb into his lap. This time, it’s your turn to gently cup his cheeks, your thumbs resting just under the gold rims of his glasses as you angle his head toward you. “I do,” you say softly before frowning a bit, pulling away just an inch, “Do…do you not feel the same way?”

“No!” He says quickly, shaking his head as he grabs at you, pulling you back toward him, “I mean yes! I mean,” he sighs frustratedly, running a hand through his hair as he swallows heavily, “I do like you, I– Fuck, I don’t know who I’m kidding, I’ve never liked anyone this much,” he says softly, smiling as he watches your eyes grow wide, “I just…never thought a girl like you would want much to do with me.”

“What does that mean?” You whisper, heart hammering so hard in your chest you’re sure he can hear it with as little distance as there is between the two of you.

“I…,” he pauses, chuckling bitterly, “I guess I always assumed you’d wind up with Catton or…or one of his little minions. Everyone does.”

“Everyone?”

He tilts his head up to stare at the ceiling for a second, like he’s willing himself to tell you some deep, dark secret. Finally, he fixes his gaze on you again, one hand fiddling with the seam at the bottom of your skirt. “He was my friend once,” he begins, his voice soft and uncertain, “I don’t think I ever meant much to him, he just took me in as some charity case. To help the weirdo loner boy, I guess.”

You stay silent as he pauses, watching him carefully as he speaks. The corners of his mouth twitch before finally dropping into a frown, his eyebrows pulling together as if he were in pain.

“I don’t know what happened in the end, to be honest,” he continues, blinking his eyes as he shuffles through memories, “I think maybe I wasn’t falling in line enough – I didn’t just blindly follow him like the others. He must’ve gotten tired of it cause one day I got to school and everyone just acted as if I wasn’t there, even mates I’d had before. They all just got pulled into his orbit and left me.”

“Michael…” you coo softly, thumbs lightly brushing over his cheeks.

“And then, one night I went to the pub with– with Oliver.” He practically spits his name, nose twitching with anger.

“Oliver?” You question, the name ringing a bell as your eyes narrow, trying to picture his face, “Oliver Quick, you mean?”

He nods, eyes flitting around his room before they settle on you again. “He was my friend…I thought he was anyway. Way back at the start of term,” he sighs, lips pulling up in a sardonic smile, “We went to the pub one evening to celebrate finally finishing some paper or whatever, and…you were there.”

“I was?” You pull back from him a fraction of an inch in shock, your eyes flitting over his face.

“Mhm,” he hums, nodding his head, “Sitting at a table with Catton and all the rest of the cunts.”

“Felix and I were never that close Mich–”

“And I got up to get another pint and when I got back…he was gone.” He continued, huffing out a bitter laugh.

“Oliver?”

“Yep,” he nods, hands gripping your waist more firmly as if he’s trying to anchor you to him, “He’d gone to sit with you lot and never so much as looked my way again. Then, once Professor Davies’s class started, I…Fuck, I liked you from the minute you walked through the door on the first day, love.”

“You did?” You smile at his confession, thinking back to all those months ago.

He hums again, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck, glasses smushed against his cheek, “‘N then I realized where I knew you from and I…lost hope. Got jealous. Doesn’t matter I just…I was so determined not to like you.”

“But…you do?”

He hums again, nodding against your cheek, “I remember kicking myself when I agreed to tutor you,” he laughs, breath fanning over your neck and collarbone, “But you’re really not like them, hm?”

You shake your head emphatically, holding him tighter to you as if that will somehow better prove your point, “I’m not.” You say simply, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

The two of you stay silent for a moment before Michael’s shoulders start shaking a little; you pull back a bit, worried that he’s upset until you see he’s laughing, gazing at you as if you were some ethereal being. “I cannot believe you fucking like me,” he laughs, damn near giggling, “No one bloody likes me.”

You can’t help but laugh with him, leaning your forehead against his. “Well, fuck them,” you say firmly with a cheeky grin, “I like you enough for every damn idiot in this school.”

The two of you laugh together for another moment before you feel that familiar heat building in your belly again, never able to stave it off very long when you’re in his presence. Michael must feel it too, one second you’re laughing with him and the next his fingers are threading through the hair at the back of your head and pulling you in for a hard kiss, pressing his lips desperately against yours as if he’s trying to prove to himself you won’t disappear. You whimper softly as his tongue licks into your mouth, swallowing his groans as you move your lips fluidly against his before he pulls away quickly.

“Gotta fucking taste you, love,” he whispers roughly, hands blindly searching for the clasp of your bra. You feel it pop open a moment later, a low, victorious hum sounding from his chest as he finally pulls it off, tossing it off the bed to land next to your shirt, “Fuck, I love these tits.” He groans hotly, quickly kissing down your shoulder and chest before taking a pert nipple into his mouth, making you gasp loudly.

“Oh, fuck!” You moan, eyes squeezing shut as you finally feel his mouth on you, head spinning at the way his tongue teases over your sensitive nipple before he sucks it into his hot mouth, “Michael, please, need it!” You whine pitifully, rutting yourself down on his thigh.

He guides you back gently, coaxing you to lay down on his bed as his hands push up under your short skirt once more to quickly pull your panties down, tossing them over his shoulder. “Not Michael, baby, remember?” He asks teasingly, pushing your thighs up and hooking his hands behind your knees.

He guides your knees up and up until your knees are pressed against your chest, all the while pressing soft kisses to the backs of your thighs as he peers up at you over his gold-rimmed glasses, strands of blond hair resting against his forehead.

“Please, daddy!” You correct yourself quickly, not wanting to take any chances of him teasing you further. You wiggle your hips in his grasp, making him chuckle lowly as he presses kisses closer and closer to where you want him. Giggling, damn near giddy with the excitement of having his mouth on you, you reach down and gently pull his glasses off and reach up to set them on the small table beside his bed.

“Shh, you’ll get it,” he promises, breath hot against your slick folds as he uses his thumbs to spread you apart, groaning appreciatively when he sees how wet you are, how your pussy clenches tightly around nothing, “You earned it, my love.”

The pet name sends you into a tailspin almost as much as the feeling of his warm tongue pressing against your clit does. You let out a long, satisfied moan at the feeling of it, arching your hips up into his mouth.

His groan of satisfaction vibrates through you, only adding to the sensations of his lips and tongue on your aching center. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles, releasing his hold on one thigh to run two long fingers through your slick, gathering it as he teases your entrance, “It’s been far too long.” He groans, speaking more to your throbbing core than you, the thought sending another zap of pleasure swirling up your spine.

“It’s been, like, a week!” Your giggle turns into a breathy moan as he kisses your clit, gently suckling it between his lips as he carefully slips two fingers into you, immediately crooking them up against the spot that he knows will drive you wild.

“Too long,” he grunts into your folds, tongue sweeping over the length of you before he teases it at your clit. “Fuck, if I could eat this sweet little cunt every day, I would.”

Your eyes roll back in your head and your back arches as he feasts on you, shaking his head back and forth to bury his face further into your heat. He growls into you as he licks into your entrance, removing his fingers for a moment to fuck his tongue into you, savoring your sweet taste while the tip of his nose rubs perfectly over your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck,” you gasp, body jerking and twitching as pleasure floods through you, the knot in your stomach growing dangerously tight at just a few touches, “D-Daddy, I’m— oh, fuck!” You cry, arching your back as he slips his fingers into you, expertly fucking and curling them against that rough patch within you, making stars dance behind your eyelids.

“Y’getting close?” Michael murmurs around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and laving his tongue over it before letting it slip from his lips with a wet pop, “S’okay, my love, come on. You don’t need to ask for it, baby girl, you’ve earned it, just come.” He coaxes, slipping a third finger in beside the first two and grinning when he hears you cry out at the added stretch.

You breathe heavily, chest heaving as you pant, wanton whimpers and whines spilling past your lips as your fingers weave into his golden hair. Michael’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling, so pleased with himself that he can make you feel this good, that he can pull these sounds from you that he groans, long and low, into your cunt as he licks and sucks at your folds, flicking his tongue over your swollen bud.

“Can feel you getting tight, pretty girl,” his lips move against your clit as he speaks, “This sweet cunt wants to milk daddy’s fingers, doesn’t she? Fucking let her, baby, come on.”

The knot inside your belly implodes on itself as your body loses all sense of rhythm, every muscle contracting and relaxing as waves of pleasure finally wash over you. You can feel your walls pulsing around Michael’s fingers as your high consumes you, a garbled moan of his name leaving your lips as you shake against him.

He doesn’t let up, digits pressing tightly against the spot inside you as he lewdly spits onto your cunt, loudly slurping it up as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, sucking your still-pulsing bud into his mouth as he does.

“T-Too much!” You whimper, squirming in his hold as you feel yet another high quickly building within you, “Michael, d-daddy, please!”

“Hush,” he huffs, speeding up his movements enough to make you squeal as tears spring to your eyes, “You know what I want, baby girl, give it to me, let yourself have it.”

You grunt loudly as another wave consumes you, your eyes tightly squeezing shut when you feel yourself contracting around his thick fingers yet again. You’re so lost within yourself, you barely hear the slick, sloshing sounds emanating from your heat, but you certainly hear the deep, proud moan that Michael lets out, eyes widening as he watches your cunt squirt around his fingers, droplets wetting his wrist and the sheets on his bed.

You’re practically sobbing by the time he slows his fingers to a stop and gingerly pulls his fingers from you, shushing you gently when you whimper. “What a good girl,” he says softly, noisily licking his fingers clean of the evidence of your release, “Did so good for me, baby.”

The soft praises help you come back to yourself, brain returning to your body in just enough time to get a glimpse of Michael’s face before he buries it in your neck, a blush creeping across your cheeks from the shine of your release on his lips and chin.

“Thank you.” You whisper tiredly, eyes slipping shut as he presses kisses to your neck and jaw.

He laughs softly, leaning on his side next to you, one hand tracing up and down your body as he looks you over. “You wanna keep going or did I wear you out?”

You keep your eyes shut even as a playful smile slinks across your lips, a small giggle slipping past your lips as you wiggle your hips enticingly, making him chuckle with you.

The bed shifts suddenly, causing you to peek one eye open. “There she is,” Michael laughs when you open both eyes fully, watching as he quickly pulls his t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor to join yours. He stays on his knees as he unbuttons his jeans, giving you plenty of time to take in his pale chest and stomach, covered in a light wash of blond hair that tapers off to a trail, disappearing beneath the denim around his slender waist, “Want my cock, baby?” He asks, leaning back down beside you as he kicks off his jeans and boxers, cock springing out and resting hotly against your thigh.

Biting your lip, you can’t help but reach down and stroke him gently, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his perfect length. Michael grunts next to you, his head tilting back ever so slightly as he finally feels some stimulation on his cock. The delicate sound makes your heart race, knowing you could bring him such pleasure from such a simple touch. A blush blooms on your cheeks as you gaze up at him through your lashes, eyes wide as you smirk and wiggle your hips enticingly.

He smiles at you, eyes sweeping over your form admiringly, before finally meeting your eyes, slightly squinting as he looks at you without his glasses.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He teases, chuckling as you nod eagerly and tuck your behind your knees, holding your legs up to your chest as your skirt looks around your middle. He leans in and kisses you softly, a certain emotion behind his movements that hasn’t ever been there before. He keeps you close as he moves, never taking his lips off of yours while he maneuvers himself on top of you, slotting himself between your thighs with a pleased exhale.

Your back arches as you feel him slide his cock between your folds, the head slipping perfectly against your clit. You grasp onto his shoulders to anchor yourself, mewling into his mouth as his hands grab onto the backs of your knees once more, holding you open for him. His lips trail down your jaw and neck, stopping to nip lightly at your skin, before continuing downward to your breasts. He licks and kisses over each one, paying special attention to your nipples and laughing softly at the cacophony of whimpers and whines you make as he teases them with his tongue.

“I’ve got you,” he sighs, pulling back just enough to grasp his cock, notching the head inside your opening, just enough to make you gasp and squirm, “Y’wanna go dumb on my cock, babygirl?” He says lowly, resting his forehead against yours as he bends down enough to make the muscle in the back of your thigh ache with the stretch.

“Oh, please!” You breathe, canting your hips up in an attempt to get even just a bit more of his cock into you, “Please, daddy!”

With a growl, Michael slowly slips inside you, humming deep in his chest as he does, his eyes slipping closed as he savors your tight, wet heat.

“F-Fuck,” you squeak out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fills you completely, his girth stretching you to the brim, leaving no part of you untouched, “You feel so good!” You whine, eyes fluttering as you try desperately to remain focused on him, never tiring of the expressions he makes when he’s inside you.

Slowly, he begins thrusting into you, groaning lowly as your fingers grip tighter at his shoulders. His blue eyes roll back in his head, brows furrowing as he slowly speeds up, rocking into you in a perfect motion.

“Feels so good,” he gasps out, ardently biting and sucking at your neck as he does, angling his hips to make sure the tip of his cock presses against that sensitive spot inside you, “So fucking tight, shit.”

The two of you move together, his hips smacking against the backs of your thighs as he plunges in and out of you. You can’t help but blush when the wet, squelching sound of your cunt begins drowning out the sharp gasps leaving your lips every time he thrusts back in, the tip of his cock brushing deliciously against the very back of your heat.

A rumbling laugh sounds in his chest as he hears it too, making you flush somehow deeper as he fixes you with a filthy grin. “Little pussy loves me, huh?” He rasps, groaning at the sight of you trying frantically to answer, your mouth hanging open as useless whines and moans warble past your lips. “She does, hm? Pretty cunt loves daddy’s cock.”

“Yeah, yeah— fuck!” You mumble, nodding your foggy head as best as you can as you gaze up at him longingly, breasts bouncing along with his thrusts, “L-Love it, daddy, fuck!”

He moans softly and grinds himself against you, driving you nearly insane as the small thatch of hair above his cock rubs against your clit deliciously. Your arms shoot out, wrapping around his neck tightly and dragging him down to you, needing something to hold onto as your walls clench down hard on his length, every thrust into you making you see stars.

His hands drop from your knees, arms locking around your neck in turn, pulling you up to him. Your legs lock tightly around his waist, the two of you as pressed together as you can get, your breasts pressed tightly against his chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers hoarsely as his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your face back just enough to meet your eyes, “So pretty, so good.” He chokes out, eyes frantically darting between the two of yours, chest heaving as he pants.

You mewl harshly as his thrusts speed up even more, eyes nearly crossing as the head of his cock pounds perfectly against each sensitive spot inside you at the same time his abdomen grinds against your sensitive, swollen clit. You claw desperately at his back as you feel your walls clench and pulse around his length, well aware you won’t be able to hold on much longer but unable to warn him.

Fortunately for you, Michael has committed your tells to memory, even in the few short weeks the two of you have been intimate. “Come,” he commands harshly, gasping out the word just as you feel his length beginning to twitch inside you, “Fuck, come love, come.”

You nod your head wildly, rutting your hips against his as you shiver, your walls growing ever tighter on his length as you hang helplessly over the edge of your high.

“I fucking love you,” he grunts suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in your neck, mouthing uncontrollably at your neck as he keeps mumbling, “I love you, I love you, I love you so—shit, so fucking much! Fucking come, babygirl, come!”

Your head spins at his confession, heart hammering wildly in your chest as your high slams into you. You seize under him, shaking and crying as you pulse around his length, tears leaking into your hairline while you moan loudly, hips rutting wildly against him as you pull him somehow closer with your legs around his waist.

In the back of your mind, you hear him grunting harshly into your ear, squeezing the life out of you while he trembles, thrusting harshly into you one, two, three more times before stilling, hard cock pulsing wildly as he empties into you, flooding your walls with his warm spend.

Both of you pant harshly, a shiny sheen of sweat covering you. After a moment, you finally relax and your legs slip from around his waist, flopping lazily onto his bed.

You let out a breathy laugh as you look over him, his head still resting against your chest. His blond hair is messy, sticking up in all sorts of ways from where you’d run your fingers through it. Slowly, he relaxes against you too, slumping against you as he sighs tiredly, eventually matching your own spent laugh. Yours eyes slip closed after a moment and you let out a relaxed hum when you feel him tracing shapes onto your shoulder.

“I love you too.”

You giggle when his head instantly shoots up, tired eyes immediately meeting yours as he squints, “Y-You do?” The shock on his face is clear and he blushes so heavily the pink color extends all the way to the tops of his ears.

“For someone so smart you can be really dense,” you laugh, grinning as he sheepishly smiles at you, “How could I not?”

“Say it again,” he asks softly, a clear need in his eyes, “Please.”

“I love you, Michael Gavey.” You murmur, pushing a strand of hair off of his forehead.

He preens momentarily, shoulders seeming to square off with a newfound confidence before a familiar smirk lights upon his face. “No need to be so formal about it, love,” he quips, slowly pulling his softening length from your soaked core, shushing you sweetly as he does, “Daddy will do just fine.”

You roll your eyes with a laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. “I’m trying to be sweet and you’re being an ass as usual!”

He snickers softly, biting his lip with a groan when he leans back to watch his cum slowly leak from you. “Well, lucky I’m your ass.” He smirks, laying beside you as he rests his head on his pillow.

“Oh, so you’re mine now?” You ask blithely, skimming a finger down one of his long arms.

“Mhm,” he hums, surprising you by lifting one of your thighs; you whine when his fingers connect with your center once again, gingerly gathering his cum leaking from you before pressing it back in slowly, working it into you with a smirk, “And you’re all mine, gotta make sure to claim you properly.”

You shudder at his words, biting your lip as you feel a familiar fog invading your mind once again. You don’t bother protesting, not even attempting to make a quick quip as you lean in and kiss him softly. A hot hand against your cheek makes you pull back, smirking when your eyes finally focus on his fingers, still shining with your combined juices.

“Jesus,” he breathes as he watches you take his fingers into your mouth, your own hands holding him steady at his forearm as you greedily suck at his fingers, “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too,” you giggle, finally pulling off his fingers with a soft pop, letting his hand rest against your waist as the two of you lie contently together on his bed, facing each other.

You see his eyelids begin to droop tiredly, a small sigh leaving his lips as he relaxes, “You know, you do have to actually help me study later.” You point out, laughing as he groans sleepily.

“Only if it ends with you on my cock.” He mumbles, pulling him closer to you as his breathing begins to even out.

“Like it hasn’t ended that way every time before?” You jokingly question as you let your eyes trace over his features, taking in his strong nose and jaw, smiling at the way his lips are still quirked up at the edges. Eventually, your eyes begin to droop too and you snuggle into him, breathing in his familiar scent as you drift off, something woodsy yet bookish, mixed with something that’s entirely Michael.

Your Michael.

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"Shall I Read You A Sonnet?" - Alpha!Aemond x Omega!Reader

a/n: for an anon request for aemond being obsessed with a reader looking for a betrothed but refuses to consider him, hope you enjoy, bby! if you're not into a/b/o lmk and i will do an extra request for you ❤️

Summary: Aemond wonders why you, the beautiful omega who has come to King's Landing in search of a betrothed, refuses to give him, an eligible alpha, the time of day.

TW: a/b/o dynamics, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, period typical sexism, breeding kink, knotting, p in v sex, oral f receiving, physical fighting

Word Count: 5,000 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Prince Aemond is not sure what it is about you that fascinates him so much. There are many omegas in King’s Landing, some of whom he has already coupled with. His rut is not due for another fortnight or so. And yet, every time you enter a room, his eye is drawn to you. All he can smell is your sweet scent, like fresh apples and spun sugar. It’s entirely intoxicating. You are beautiful, heartbreakingly so, he thinks. Aemond is no stranger to beautiful women, but there is something about you that has his head spinning. He wants nothing more than to be near you, to claim you for his own, to feel your skin against his.

However, there is one small problem. You seem to avoid him at every given opportunity. If you see him walking your way, you will turn and move in the other direction, practically scurrying away in your haste to get away from him. He learns from Helaena and his mother, the only members of his family whom you do not actively go out of your way to avoid, that your parents have brought you to King’s Landing in hopes of you finding an alpha, preferably, one of noble birth. As far as he is concerned, he is the perfect choice for you. You are from a great and noble house, and a match between you and the second son of the king would be advantageous on both sides. And yet? It would appear that you do not agree.

Aemond wonders what it is he has done to offend you so badly. The two of you, in truth, have never even spoken, gone no further than exchanging pleasantries at court, curtsies from you where you refuse to so much as meet his gaze, low bows from him as he silently pleads for you to look at him.

One day, or rather, one late evening, he gets his wish. He sees you leaving the sept, during the hour of the eel, no doubt after saying your evening prayers. However, you are completely alone, without your mother or father, no escort in sight. Quite the risky move for an unclaimed omega, but from what Aemond hears? You pay no mind to such things, yet another aspect of your personality about you that fascinates you.

Aemond approaches you, bowing his head, his gaze inquisitive as he questions, “My lady, what are you doing out this late?”

You freeze, meeting his gaze, your eyes going wide, “Your Grace,” you give him a quick curtsy, “I was merely returning from my evening prayers.”

“Alone?” Aemond questions, a note of incredulity in his voice.

“Yes,” you respond simply, “Just because I am an omega does not mean I am incapable of defending myself, Your Grace.”

Aemond chuckles at your defensiveness, “I do not mean to call you incapable, my lady,” he gives you a charming smile, “May I escort you to your chambers?”

Your jaw sets as you answer him, turning on your heel, “I will be just fine, my prince, I thank you for your kind offer.”

“My lady,” Aemond calls after you as you briskly walk away, catching up to you with ease, “I insist on escorting you.”

You don’t bother looking at him as you retort, “And I insist that my chambers are only a stone’s throw from here and I do not require an escort.”

Aemond does not wish you to go. He wants nothing more than to spend time with you, to get to know you. And so much more.

“But think what people would say if you are outside without a proper escort at such a late hour?” Aemond tries.

You respond, your tone cool, still not bothering to meet his gaze, “I hardly think an unmated alpha could be considered a proper escort for an unclaimed omega, would you agree?”

Aemond moves a bit closer to you, enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, practically able to taste his scent - cedarwood and ash, leather and mahogany - and arches a brow, intrigued, “So you are not yet betrothed?”

“My parents brought me to the capital in hopes of my finding an alpha to be betrothed to, but I have not yet found one I do not believe I will anytime soon,” you respond, continuing to walk, your pace now in time with his.

“I see,” Aemond nods, “And why is that? Do you have some defect that no one wants you?”

Ah, there it is. Aemond sees that fire in your eyes when you turn and glare at him, sharp and cutting. It sends a thrill up his spine, seeing the way you look at him.

“Why do you assume the problem is with me?” you demand angrily, “The alphas in this country are boorish and brainless. Am I meant to just get on all fours and present myself to the first buffoon who expresses an interest?”

Aemond gives you a flirtatious little smile, “Not me, my lady. I do not believe I am boorish nor am I brainless.”

You scoff, giving him a withering glare, “No, you, my prince, are a different sort of evil entirely.”

Aemond cannot help but laugh at that, admiring your ability to speak your mind so freely before him when so many others seem to balk in the face of doing so, “And what sort of evil is that, my lady?”

“You, from what I have observed myself as well as heard from your dear sister and lady mother, are ruthless, conniving, and cold,” you speak evenly, meeting his gaze as the two of you reach your chamber door, “None of these are traits I would seek in an alpha or husband.”

“And what about my good traits?” he counters, “I am handsome, an exceptional swordsman, charming-”

“And so very humble too,” you snark, opening your door, not bothering to look at him, your voice prim and measured as you speak your parting words, “Goodnight, Prince Aemond.”

Aemond stares at the door for a long moment. Part of him hopes that you will open it again, if only to insult him some more. You do look so very adorable when you are cross with him. But, eventually, he turns on his heel and makes to leave, vowing to himself that he will claim you as his omega if it is the last thing he does.

The next day, Aemond seeks you out, finding you near the sept once again. Only this time? You appear to be speaking with a suitor, the young Lord Willem Tyrell, the heir to Highgarden. He feels an uncomfortable hollowness in his chest at the thought of you speaking to another alpha and decides to follow the two of you to hear your conversation.

He watches as you give the young Tyrell a polite smile, “Do you enjoy reading, my lord?”

I do, sweet lady, Aemond finds himself thinking, I would read you every sonnet I know if only to bring a smile to your lovely face.

“Not particularly, my lady,” Lord Tyrell responds, his tone a bit haughty, “I find it a waste of time. I should think my wife-to-be would not have time for such frivolities. She would need to do her omega duties, such as child rearing.”

Aemond barely holds himself back from stepping out from the shadows where he hides, wanting to punch this stupid man in the face. How dare he belittle you like that? You are an omega, yes, but you are also a person, with your own hopes and dreams, your own likes and dislikes. He holds back a chuckle at the face you make at Lord Tyrell behind his back.

“Your hips are wide,” Lord Tyrell observes, “Good for bearing sons.”

Aemond’s eye is full of anger, his lips pulled back in a grimace, but it seems you are quite able to handle yourself as you respond, your expression deadpan, “Am I meant to take that as a compliment?”

He watches as the Tyrell stutters, no doubt surprised at both your annoyance and your forthright manner, but you are nowhere near stopping.

“Lord Tyrell, I thank you for your time, but it is quite clear you and I expect different things from a marriage,” you say sharply, “You wish for a subservient caricature of an omega and I wish for a partnership with an alpha who will treat me as more than my gender.”

Aemond smiles as he watches you return the flower Lord Tyrell gave you and stride off toward the Godswood, your head held high, a confidence in your gait he seldom sees in even the alphas he knows, confidence that comes from knowing one’s self worth. He knows now that there is nothing that will stop him from marrying you. All he needs is to convince you that he is the alpha for you.

He listens as you grumble to yourself on your way to the Godswood, “Stupid alphas, stupid bloody lords. Should’ve been born a beta, or better yet an alpha man.”

Aemond steps out from the shadows and moves to walk beside you, “My lady, might I have a word with you?”

You startle slightly, grabbing at your chest, gasping, “What are you doing, skulking about like a wraith?”

The prince looks at you, entirely amused, “I apologize for scaring you, my lady, I simply wanted to speak to you alone so I could,” he pauses, his lips turning up into a sly little grin, “Make you an offer.”

“I am entirely uninterested,” you snipe, sitting on a bench beside the Heart Tree, opening the book you had brought with you in hopes of discussing it with your potential betrothed.

Aemond smirks, moving to sit beside you, his thigh pressed flush against yours, the heat radiating from him warming you, his woodsy scent nearly enough to break your resolve, “And what are you reading, my lady? Might I know?”

“A history on the Iron Islands,” you reply, turning the page.

“So you like history then, my lady?”

“Yes, I do,” you say, refusing to look at him and acknowledge his presence.

Amused by your stubbornness, he continues his attempts to engage you in conversation, “So what else do you like?”

“Philosophy, archery, dancing, swordplay. But most of all?” you turn to him, stating in a dry, monotone voice, “Being left alone by alphas who do not realize when they are not wanted.”

Aemond ignores your last little jibe, focusing on the interests you’ve just listed. You truly seem to be his match.

“Philosophy? Swordplay?” he asks, an almost childlike excitement in his voice, “Why do I not find you in the training yard?”

You scoff at his query, “You truly think your alpha peers would allow an omega in the training yard?”

Aemond raises a brow, “So they keep you from pursuing your interest?”

You shrug, snapping your book shut, your plans to read having been thoroughly ruined, “I care not. When I return to my home, I shall practice all I like without a care in the world for pretentious alphas.”

“That is not the point, my lady,” Aemond leans in close to you, his proximity causing your breath to quicken, “If I were to claim you as my omega, to take you as my wife, I would want you to be free to do whatever your heart desires, including training. I am no mindless alpha male.”

You stand up and glare at him, “I have no intention of being your wife, nor the wife of any other man I have met,” you narrow your eyes, “I know all about you and your brother. How you use and discard omegas once they are no longer of use to you. I have no taste for your depravity.”

Aemond visibly balks at your words, standing up and narrowing his own eye at you, speaking sternly, “My lady, you have no idea what you are talking about. It is true that my brother may have made use of an omega, but I can assure you that I am a different man-”

“The same blood flows through your veins, does it not, my prince?” you question him archly, effectively cutting him off, “The same weakness.”

“My blood might be the same but my character is different,” Aemond replies, reaching for your hand as you turn to leave, taking it in his own.

The moment your hands meet, it is as though an electric shock goes through the both of you. Your first touch. You freeze in place, gasping at the sensation. You have heard of this before, though it is quite rare, such a thing happening. Aemond, it would appear, is your true mate, and judging by the awed look on his face, you are his as well.

“I,” you pause, “I have to go.”

You break into a sprint, running back toward the safety of your chambers, ill equipped to deal with what has just happened. Aemond gives chase, darting after you, desperate to catch up.

“My lady, where are you going?” he shouts, dodging several knights along the way.

As you enter the Keep, you retort, dashing past a couple of very bewildered maids, “Away from you!”

“My lady, stop,” Aemond yells, grabbing for the back of your skirt, though you remain just out of reach, nearing your chambers where you will no doubt lock him out once again, “You cannot run from me, you cannot avoid our destiny!”

“I make my own destiny!” you insist angrily, reaching your chamber door.

Aemond finally catches up to you, spinning you around to face him. His arms cage you in against the door. He’s so close to you, his lips a hair’s breadth from yours, you can feel his breath on your skin. Your chest heaves from the exertion of running, as does his, the two of you locking eyes.

“And our destiny is each other,” Aemond whispers.

His lips come crashing down onto yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You beat your fists against his chest, squirming against him, refusing to give in. Aemond continues kissing you, only pulling apart when desperate for air.

He tightens his arms around you, smirking slightly, “Are you going to keep fighting or will you give in to your desire, my sweet omega?”

“The only desire I have is to punch you in your pretty face,” you growl viciously, eyes blazing with rage.

Aemond shakes his head and lets out a quiet chuckle, finding your anger incredibly attractive, “Do it, sweet one. Punch me right in the face. I dare you.”

You reel your fist back to punch him, but before it can make contact with his jaw, Aemond grabs your hand moving it behind your back. You then try with your other fist, but with how sharp his reflexes are, he easily catches that too.

“You are so,” you scowl, “Ugh!”

“Is that all you’ve got, sweet omega?” Aemond coos, “Come on, I know you can do better than that. I have seen that fire that burns inside of you. Put some strength into it.”

You bring your knee up to his stomach, granting him the small mercy of avoiding his stones, and effectively knock the wind out of him, smirking as he coughs and catches his breath, “That better?”

Aemond, surprisingly, does not see this as a deterrent, rather, it simply serves to arouse him all the more, your fighting spirit endearing you to him.

“Better,” he teases, “But not good enough.”

You use your leg to sweep his, but he pulls you down with him, causing you both to fall into a heap on the floor, just outside your chambers. You clamber to get on top of him, wanting to have the upper hand, but you soon realize, judging by the way his pants seem to fit just a bit tighter, that he does not dislike this new position at all.

“Feisty little thing,” he says, gazing up at you, almost affectionately.

You stand up, sighing as you extend your hand to him, “It is bad manners not to help a vanquished rival.”

Aemond smirks, taking your hand and standing, not letting go, running his thumb along the back of your hand, “Vanquished? Are you sure about that? All you have managed to do is make you want me even more.”

You scowl up at him, brows furrowed, “Why are you so bloody persistent?”

He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, “If you have not noticed, my lady, I want you. And no amount of scowling will change that,” he taunts playfully.

You continue to glare, “What can I do to make you give up?”

“That is the thing, sweet omega,” he says softly, an earnestness in his voice that you cannot deny, “There is nothing you can do to deter me from loving you, from wanting you. I will do everything I can until you accept me, pathetic as it may sound,” he pauses, “I am a fool for you, sweet lady.”

He caresses your cheek and you feel that same rush, the one that reminds you that he is your destiny. You grit your teeth in frustration before meeting his gaze.

“I do not want to believe that some fate has been preordained for me,” you say angrily, “I do not want the gods to have chosen who I love.”

“I understand how you feel,” Aemond replies in a gentle voice, still stroking your cheek, “But do not ignore what you feel in your heart. Do not ignore this connection between us. Allow me to show you that the gods have guided us to each other for a reason. That they have chosen me to be your alpha, your protector for a reason,” he continues gazing into your eyes, “You are more than an omega. You are a woman, with hopes and dreams and desires. And I want to help you accomplish them all, as my partner.”

You melt slightly at his words. Gods, could he truly be the alpha you’ve waited for all this time? You stand on your toes and press your lips to his, soft and hesitant. Aemond gasps at the feeling and you use the opportunity to move your tongue into his mouth, massaging his with your own. Aemonds hands travel down to your hips, then just under the curve of your rear, lifting you up so that you can wrap your legs around him. He kisses you with all the passion he possesses, managing to open the door to your chambers, kicking it shut with his foot. You continue kissing him, moaning softly as his lips move to graze over your claiming gland, his tongue tracing it, then, he kisses your collarbone, nibbling slightly with his teeth.

Aemond sets you down on the bed, watching as you struggle with the laces of your bodice. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Allow me, my pretty omega,” he murmurs, his tone colored with lust and an urgency to have you, to see you bare before him.

You lower your hands reluctantly, gasping as he rips the bodice, and with it, your shift, open, sliding them off your body. His eye greedily takes in the sight of your bare body, bit by bit - your neck, your breasts, your stomach, your hips, your thighs… It is all so beautiful to him that he can hardly bear it. He feels himself grow even harder as he palms at himself over the fabric of his breeches, watching as you sit up to remove his tunic, tossing it aside into the crumpled heap that was once your dress.

“Alpha,” you whisper, reaching for the drawstring on his pants.

Understanding what you want, he allows you to unlace them and pushes them down, revealing himself to you. Your eyes travel the length of his body, his broad chest, his toned stomach, down to his cock, achingly hard and weeping at the tip for you and you alone. You swallow thickly, reaching out to touch it, pausing and glancing up at him. Aemond nods eagerly and you begin working your hand along his length. It is so thick that you cannot wrap your hand entirely around him, a fact that drives Aemond mad, seeing your soft, small hands spreading the evidence from his arousal across the tip, then your thumb moving along the vein that runs along his cock. Before you can get too carried away, he stops you, smirking slightly.

“I do not wish to reach my peak when I am not inside you, sweet omega,” he says, bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your wrists, before taking both in his hands and pinning you down, “Are you ready for your alpha to claim what is his? I bet that pretty little cunt of yours has been soaked with slick this entire time, hm? Desperate for my knot? Desperate for my seed and to bear my pups?”

You do not say anything, feeling embarrassed at how close to the truth he is, instead, pressing your thighs together, hoping to hide the evidence of your arousal from him. However, Aemond is not having this. He pushes one knee between your thighs and looks at you, your cunny already dripping for him. He releases your wrists in favor of holding your thighs apart, allowing him to stare at you, unabashed, as he licks his lips. With your hands now free, you move to tug at his eyepatch. Aemond freezes for a moment.

“You said you respect me,” you say firmly, “Then respect me enough to bare yourself to me.”

Aemond pauses, “I… Are you sure? It is not a pretty sight.”

“And I am not some fragile Crownlands girl,” you retort, making him smile, “Please, alpha.”

He nods, removing his eyepatch, showing you his bare body in its entirety. You smile at him softly and he thanks all the gods that may or may not exist for the fact that you do not shy away in disgust, rather, if anything, you seem excited by the sight of his sapphire, judging by the way you bite your lip.

He quickly returns to his task, burying his face between your thighs, letting out a low moan as he tastes you. You whimper, unsure what to do with your hands, unsure of what to do at all as he nuzzles his nose against your pearl and laps at your folds with the enthusiasm of a starved man, having his first taste of water in the desert. Aemond moans against you, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through you as he continues his task. He lifts your thighs over his shoulders, bringing you closer to him, his face moving from side to side as his tongue moves with a vigor that leaves your head spinning.

“Aemond, I… It feels strange,” you mewl, “You need to stop, something is happening.”

Aemond smirks against you and simply continues, chuckling at the strangled gasp you let out when your peak washes over you and your arousal coats his waiting tongue, “That was your peak, sweet omega. How did it feel?”

You lay there, unable to articulate a response, but readily kissing him back when his lips capture yours again. You feel him running the head of his cock along your wanting core, your slick having prepared you to take him, in addition to his ministrations with his tongue. You part your thighs, a silent indicator that you are ready. That you want him to take you. Aemond pushes inside you, his cock bullying against your walls, moving slowly until he is fully sheathed inside of you. Part of you wonders how in the seven hells he fit, but you care not, too absorbed in the feeling of finally being claimed by an alpha who actually cares for you. Aemond stays like that for a moment before he pulls back, slamming into you again, earning a whine from your lips, adoring the sound, wanting to hear more.

“My pretty omega,” he growls against your ear as he begins thrusting into you, over and over, the tip of his cock brushing against that spot deep inside of you that has you all but screaming his name in the throes of pleasure, “Going to breed you, going to give you my knot. Going to marry you after this, give you my bite. No one but you, sweet omega. You are my true mate, my wife-to-be, my everything. Gods,” he lets out a low groan before snarling, nipping at your earlobe, “Your cunt squeezes me so perfectly, my love.”

His words feel almost as incredible as his body as he pistons his hips against yours, hands moving to hold yours as he ruts against you with a speed that has you breathless, gazing up into his eye, the sapphire reflected in an almost ethereal way from the light that filters through your window.

Aemond’s hands hold yours as he kisses you, hips still pounding into you over and over, making you feel as though your body is aflame, his tongue exploring your mouth, the only coherent thought in your mind being his name. Your alpha.

Aemond feels you tightening around him and feels himself nearing his own peak, prompting him to look at you, “I will claim you now, sweet omega.”

You nod, presenting your neck to him, crying out in ecstasy as he bites down, cementing your bond, then presents his own neck to you. You return the bite, thereby sealing your fate as true mates. You squeeze around him tighter and tighter until suddenly, you spill yourself on him. This triggers Aemond’s own peak and you feel him spill his seed inside you, and he gives you his knot, ensuring that not a drop of it is wasted.

Stuck together now, at least until his knot deflates, you and your mate gaze at each other, wrapped in a blissful haze. Aemond’s hand moves to rest just below your navel.

“Do you think you are with child?” he asks hopefully.

You laugh, “It is too soon to tell. But I do wish to give you pups, sweet alpha.”

“And you need not make rearing a burden you undertake alone,” he murmurs, resting a hand on your cheek, “We will be partners in this. And I will ensure that you are still able to pursue your hopes and dreams.”

You smile at him, cuddling up to him, “If your seed did not take,” you smile mischievously, “We can always try again.”

Aemond laughs, embracing you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “My love, your attempts at seduction are endearing.”

“Seduction?” you slap his chest playfully, “I would never, sweet prince. I am a nice little omega.”

“You,” he pinches your hips affectionately, “Are a naughty little thing.”

“I think you like that about me.”

“I like everything about you,” he says, kissing you softly, then bringing your hand to your lips, kissing each of your fingertips tenderly, “You have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you, my omega?”

“Do I?” you tease, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He nods, letting out a contented sigh as he tucks you under his chin, running a hand through your hair, “I am yours, omega. You have me right where you want me and I hope, nay, I pray you never let me go.”

“I will not,” you say softly, your fingers tracing the bite mark on his neck, evidence of your bond, “It looks quite pretty.”

Aemond chuckles, smiling down at you, “You are adorable, sweet omega. I adore your mark.”

“I like mine too,” you beam, “I shall wear it with pride.”

“As you should. It looks so beautiful on you,” he traces your throat, “I love you, my omega. My mate”

You pause before answering truthfully, “I love you too. I am glad I gave you a chance in the end.”

“I think I loved you from the moment I saw you,” Aemond says, pressing a sweet, tender kiss to your lips, seemingly unable to get enough of you.

“I will admit it was not love at first sight on my part,” you grin wryly when he pulls away, “You know what I thought of you. And on top of all that, you seemed rather intimidating. But now I know you.”

“Are you still intimidated by me? You managed to get me on the floor quite easily,” he teases.

“I am quite scrappy, don’t you think?” you grin, pride evident in your voice at the fact that you were able to bring your alpha to his knees with relative ease.

“Yes you are, and I adore it,” he hums before asking again, “But, my sweet omega, I am afraid you did not answer my question,” Aemond smirks, nipping at your lower lip, making his plans for the rest of the day evident, “Do you still find me intimidating, my love?”

You pretend to think for a moment before answering, “No, you only intimidate me in the erotic sense,” you giggle, kissing his jaw, his chin, his nose, then finally kissing his lips once again, slowly and sensually.

Aemond laughs, “You little tease!”

“I am no tease!” you protest, pouting slightly.

He continues laughing, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers, “You know you are.”

You snicker at his insistence, knowing that he is right in part, “Fine, maybe a little bit.”

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, reveling in each other’s presence. Neither of you knows if you have ever been so happy in your entire lives. Finding your true mate is a rarity, one that the two of you have been lucky enough to achieve.

Aemond recalls his thoughts earlier in the day, when you asked Lord Tyrell whether or not he liked to read.

A smile spreads across his lips as he questions, “Shall I read you a sonnet?”

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old-lorarri · 3 months

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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ─ 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ the it couple of the decade continue to slay in the past present and future and people can't get enough of them and there child. what can I say they are the moment ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ lewis hamilton x fem! mega famous! singer! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ tbh this was kinda an iconic fic to write love me some queen bea some parts were a bit rushed though hope you guys still like it though so enjoy! ❩

❨ taglist | masterlist ❩

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yourinstagram and for the last, thank you to all the people who have graced the RENAISSANCE TOUR. Until next time.

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user OKAY SO THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME RIGHT?!?!?!

user Houston mf Texas ❤️🤘🏾

user Who won the mute challenge?

user This is ART 🖼️ 🔥

user Y/N text me back wifey I miss you 😔💔

user I love you so much! Thank you for being an inspiration to many black women and letting us dream and see you can really have it all ❤️❤️

user Ain’t nothin to a BOSS😍

user my spirit actually left my body when i saw her walking onstage 😌💅

user She’s off she had time to write captions. 😝

user Until next time.. you got something you wanna tell us Mother?!

user “Until next time” will have my delusional self thinking they’re planning something right now and probably touring again soon 😂 don’t get me started bby

user Now I will not be able to sleep until “next time” arrives 😩😩

user mentally, i'm still here 😭

user UNTIL WHAT?! AAAAA 😱😱

user NEXT TIME?!?! ALRIGHT NOW!! 🔥🔥

user LEWIS SPILL THE TEA MY GUY WHAT'S WIFEY GOT INSTORE FOR HER CHILDREN ⤷ lewishamilton 🤫🤫🤫 ⤷ user FATHER WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?!?!

user love that Lewis was at this show IT COUPLE RIGHT HERE

user next time, next time? Next tiimmeee !!!

user Mom come back soon I'm depressed 😔

user She never misses. She will never miss.

user I LOVE YOU BEYONCÉ 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

user Best tour of this and last decade wymmm

user go back on tour we wasn’t done yet 😕

user ATE THIS LOOK HANDS DOWN 🔥🔥🔥🔥

user if the next time is the last time I want it to be in brazil 🇧🇷 liked by yourinstagram lewishamilton

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anon ─ hello my love! saw your requests are open and wanted to make one. if it’s possible, could you do something for Lewis, where the reader is a world famous singer (like Beyonce) they start dating in 2005 (something like that) and marrying year’s later and they’re a it couple. everyone is a simp for them. thank you!ps; could you use Beyoncé as a face claim? i just love her so much 😭ps 2; could you also include something about the renaissance tour too? thank you!

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𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader ; prince!charles leclerc x princess!reader ; dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader

summary: in which the rumor about prince charles leclerc cheating on his wife with actress kristiana bailee, is rumor true or is it just a misunderstood?

read all my 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 series here

face-claimer: charlottesinne (but i’ll use other name, and she’ll be an actress in this series)

NO HATE TOWARD CHARLOTTE SINNE (cause i love her!!!)

english is not my native language, no experience in being a royal member or anything. this is just a fictional, please do not take it too serious! THIS SERIES WILL BE A HAPPY END SO DON’T WORRY

y/n_leclerc

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y/n_leclerc Just me and my Christian Arthur in London 🫶🏻

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arthur_leclerc ❤️❤️

⤷ y/n_leclerc 🫶🏻

yourmomname Love you bby

⤷ y/n_leclerc Love you too mom

myusernameu_ What does she mean by “Just me and baby in London”?

victoriahailey WTF?:))) Why’s Kristiana like Y/n post? girl stop being jealous of their relationship! i know you’ve read the article and i KNOW FOR SURE YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE

⤷ limejuice She’s literally so jealous and now she want Charles of her own

⤷ _y/nmyheart Not a chance! this not going to happen, i am here patiently waiting for Charles to confirm these rumor

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charles_leclerc Yesterday is a fun day, I had such a great time to see my favorite team race

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arthur_leclerc Have you read the article Charles?

princessy/n He is really saying yesterday is a great day? or am i misread it?

penelopee He must be kidding me

charlesy/nleclerc Do you think its fun to start a rumor like that? @kristianabailee_official ?

kris_fan Why you all attack Kristiana for these?? In this, Kristiana is the first to come to Charles, Y/n is only a latecomer. I hope after this, our “Princess Y/n of Monte Carlo” will be less delusional :)))

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I was thinking of requesting small headcanons of what the marriage of baby reader and alicent's children would be like (separately), if you can't it's fine, honey

❝🐉 — lady l: you asked for it and here it is!! I hope you like it and forgive me any mistakes. In this au, Baby!Reader (aka bby!reader) is the child of Rhaenyra and Criston. Daeron was not mentioned for the following reasons: Rhaenyra would never let her bby marry Daeron, because he lives in Oldtown, however, if you want, I can make a separate hc of how bby!reader's marriage to Daeron would be. Enjoyy! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, unhealthy romantic relationships, slight mention of murder and jealousy.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!aegon ii targaryen x gn!reader, yandere!helaena targaryen x gn!reader and yandere!aemond targaryen x gn!reader

Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon will make a good husband for Baby!Reader, unbelievable as that is. He would be completely loyal to his darling, not only because he is in love with them, but he is deeply obsessed from a young age and now that he has them, Aegon will not let anything spoil their marriage. Nothing matters more to him than his sweetheart, and now that he finally has them, Aegon will do anything to make them happy and content by his side. It's you against the world.

Aegon is extremely clingy to his darling's affection and will become very sullen if he doesn't get the attention and affection he craves. He is completely emotionally dependent on Baby!Reader and doesn't even try to hide it. If anyone has all the influence and control over the Green King, it's you. Aegon will do anything for you, anything at all. You deserve the world and Aegon will give it to you. The only thing he wants in return it's your unconditional love.

Definitely a possessive and jealous husband, but not for less. Aegon has spent years pining for your love and he won't let anyone spoil that. You are his and his alone. He will make you and the others understand that they shouldn't try to steal you from him if they don't want to be fed to Sunfyre. Aegon gets jealous very easily and it's up to Baby!Reader to reassure him, to show him all the love Aegon is so desperate for. Definitely very jealous sex as he is absolutely crazy about you and jealous. It's not pretty to see him jealous and it always ends up in someone's death and an angry Aegon at Baby!Reader, though he will never hurt you or lift a finger at you.

Aegon is affectionate and kind to you, but a big pervert too. It's impossible to count how many times you and he have been caught in intimate moments because you can't control each other. He can be smooth as a beast in bed, it all depends on how you're feeling. Definitely very sticky and loves aftercare. He will lie on your chest and fall asleep right there, naked under you. You are everything to him.

How much this man loves Baby!Reader isn't said enough. Aegon will do everything in his power to make them happy, he's not the type to bring you flowers unless you ask him to, but Aegon has his own way of showing how much he loves you. You will be pampered immensely by him, he wants you to know that you deserve everything and he will do just that. Aegon only wants your happiness and he wants her reason, you should be happy with him and only him. You're the only person he listens to and says he's right, you have all the power and he couldn't be happier about it. Aegon is his and will always be yours alone.

''We could run away and leave all this behind. We can start over, just you and me.

Helaena Targaryen

Helaena is, without a doubt, the best wife anyone could imagine, although this is not shown. She is so kind and passionate about her sweetheart and is always thinking about them. She's so devoted to them that it's adorable and disturbing at the same time, Helaena loves everything about Baby!Reader and was ecstatic to find out that she was going to marry them, it's been her dream for as long as she's known herself in person. There is no doubting Helaena's loyalty to her darling and she will be very happy to have children with them, to have a family with Baby!Reader.

Helaena is not usually possessive of her darling's attention, she understands that she can't always be attached to her spouse, but she can't help but want that. Their presence is comforting and much appreciated by the princess and Helaena will make the most of you. She enjoys spending time with her bugs when Baby!Reader isn't around, but prefers to stay with them. She is understanding and so loving, it is very common to see her smiling from ear-to-ear when she is with her darling, when she is with the person she loves more than anything.

It's very rare for her to be jealous of someone, she knows her spouse loves her and has nothing to worry about, but she can't help but feel insecure when she sees them around people who could have married them. Helaena is shy and will keep quiet about it, but inside she will be seething with jealousy and wishing someone dead. She will be upset and hurt and it will take Baby!Reader to understand her insecurities in order to reassure her of their love, usually with gentle kisses and soft caresses, plus a few gifts that please her.

Helaena loves being gently and affectionately touched by her spouse, not always in a sexual context, lying in Baby!Reader's arms is heaven according to her and she will be more than satisfied with passionate hugs and kisses, which can take something else or not. She is very affectionate and soft when touching her darling, with hesitant and passionate touches, with some incense present in the room to make everything more romantic. Helaena prefers to take care of her spouse but doesn't mind being pampered and would love it if they did.

It's no secret how in love Helaena is about Baby!Reader, as she always has been and seems to follow him with her eyes everywhere, yearning for them all the time. Definitely the type to send them gifts, not always fancy jewelry but self-made gifts like embroidery and handmade stuff. She is extremely devoted and passionate about them and knowing that they feel the same way about her makes Helaena more than happy. She loves and is loved back so intensely that she feels she could die of happiness. You are everything to her and Helaena will do anything in her power to make you happy.

''Our love shall be eternal. And it will be.''

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond is the best husband Baby!Reader could ask for under the right circumstances. He always considered himself the best option for them and was pleased when others realized the same. He makes a great husband, is kind and protective of his sweetheart, and is deeply in love with them. Aemond worship the floor Baby!Reader walks and will do anything you ask, your one and only loyal protector for the rest of your married life. Although Aemond can be difficult to deal with at times, you are the only important person in his life and nothing and no one will take you away from him. You are his and he is yours.

Aemond isn't usually clingy and it's rare to see him demanding your attention, but that doesn't mean you can give it to other people. He will almost always be hanging around Baby!Reader and coldly staring anyone who gets too close, especially if they are people who are of the same family as him.

To say that Aemond is possessive is an understatement, no, this man is made of jealousy. He will be seething with jealousy of everyone who approaches his darling, who looks and even breathes in their direction. An jealous Aemond is extremely more violent and furious than normal, he will challenge anyone to a fight, telling Baby!Reader to note how he is worthy of them and no one else. He will be clingy in cases of extreme jealousy and will not leave his sweetheart's side, making it very clear who they belong to.

Aemond is delicate and kind to you, his soft touches and callused fingers will touch you however you like, the way you like. He can be as affectionate and gentle as he is strong and furious, it all depends on what you want and your mood. Aemond likes to be touched by you, whether it's sexual or not, he likes to be hugged or just holding your hand affectionately. It makes him feel safe, secure that his darling loves him just as much as he does love them. He'll never admit it, but Aemond can feel particularly needy and have self-esteem issues in his relationship with Baby!Reader, so every now and then he needs to be sure that his darling will never leave him.

A marriage to Aemond Targaryen may have challenges along the way, but he loves his darling and will do anything to make it work. He has and must make it work. Though he has his issues, Aemond proves to be a suitable and loving husband for Baby!Readr, always looking out for them and loving them the way it should be done. A lot of pampering is expected from him and he will be more than happy if his spouse does the same for him. Flights into Vhagar are included if you so desire. You are Aemond's life and he wants you to be happy with him, for him.

''You are my life and I will love you until my last breath.''

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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Hi! I’m completely obsessed with Navi Miles quaritch, could you please do him going down on a woman? I’m craving the smut ❤️

Honestly same bby, this man has me down bad. Hope you enjoy. I might just do an image of this after, cus head cannons doesn't feel like enough i have so much to say about Quaritch and eating pussy.

Na'vi Miles Quaritch Giving his partner oral

Warnings: Smut, Oral F/receiving, Dom/sub dynamic, Dom miles.

This man loves eating pussy and he won't let anyone shame him for it. If any of the other male shoulders say something along the lines of "What's the point? I don't get nothing out of it?" He snort and stare them down "Real men enjoy giving their women pleasure"

Though, I think how much he enjoys going down on you depends on your relationship? If you're fuck buddies sure he'll go down on you. But If you in a relationship that is his pussy now.

If he cares about you he will be down bad for the taste of you and may on occasion almost beg for a tatse, he's not a switch will never be a sub. But if he wants a taste, its more a plead than anything. However he will pin you against his mattress and whisper into your ear

"Gotta taste ya, please just one taste" "You wanna feel good baby? let daddy make you feel good" He will eat you out in any position kneeling on the floor with your legs hanging over the bed. laying on his stomach. Bending you over a table, his personal favourite you sitting on his face. OMG. It gives him more control you see?

He will cum from going down on you. CHANGE MY MIND.

He will tease you (of course) Spreading your legs While he Nestles between them smirking up at you. by this point your chest is heaving Skin hot and flushed anticipation leaving a pool of your arousal that begins to drip down onto the sheets beneath you. "fuck, so wet for me ya who gets you this wet?" "You sir" "That's right" the words would leave his mouth as a growl and a shit eating grin would be spreading across his face. he hasn't even tasted you yet, and you're still begging him and dripping just at the thought.

His ego is huge when he goes down on you. Because he wont stop unless you cum. The first time he went down on you, It was amazing yes but you didn't cum and at one point you tapped his head and told him. "It's okay if I don't cum. You're making me feel so good anyways." And he took that as a challenge. He wrapped his arms around your thighs holding you in place, sucking hard on your clit. Fingers finding their way inside of you. He pulled many, many orgasms out of you that night.

He loves dirty talk so in or out of the bedroom he'll tell you how much he craves the taste of you. "Been thinking about you all day." The words rolling off his tongue so easily, his demeaner cool and collected. While he's left you with your tights rubbing together trying to sooth the ache he's created. Sometimes he holds no shame, he will lean in and mutter "Daddy's hungry, let's go"

He'll melt when he gets to taste you. The first brush of his tongue is the most delicate, but once your arousal drips onto the muscle he looses all control. HE WILL BURY HIS FACE INTO YOU. the point of his nose brushing lightly against your clit stimulating you.

No one can convince me that this man isnt grinding himself into the mattress while he is going down on you.

The Na'vi body blessed this man with a tongue that he could fuck you with. And when he's not fucking you with his tongue, he is sucking on your clit fucking you slowly with his fingers.

now, this man will die to have you on top of you. He loves having you sitting on his face. the feeling of you completely covering his mouth is just too much sometimes and that's when he gets all desperate. He'll make it a personal goal to make you squirt.

"Common Princess you can do it, make a mess for me"

without a doubt going to push you into overstimulation.

SO quaritch is a dom, and he likes tying you up. NevER during oral though, he enjoys you're hands digging into his hair even though it is short. Especially when you're over worked and you're pushing at his head telling him its too much. "You can do it baby-" "One more common, make daddy proud"

he will take pride in pushing into complete no thoughts head empty space. When you can no longer form a coherent sentence and your legs start shaking then he knows he has done his job properly.

I am convinced that he craves the taste of you so bad that instead of quickies its just him dragging you into the nearest unoccupied room and he'll go down on you. And that's it. If he cums with you great , but he doesn't need too. Your pleasure is his pleasure.

"You're as sweet as honey princess. All mine"

FUUUCK this man!

Okay slightly kinky rout here, BUt IMAGINE HIM USING A SPREDER BAR.

just think about it. Its a way for him to restrain you and (kinda) tie you up while leaving your hands free enough to still touch him. I could imagine how much fun he would have. his head buried deep against you hands against the back of your knees holding yours legs up.

^^^ he would do this without the bar but i digress.

he just loves your pussy man. Like you loose all ability to function, while he gains a one track mind and his only thought is keeping you on his tongue for as long as he can.

He just loves it.

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #na'vi miles quaritch series #na’vi #na'vi x reader #na'vi smut #na'vi quaritch

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Hiiii can I request an az x reader or cassian whichever u want, they have a baby like 5 months old baby and they live in a cabin in the mountains by the lake and one day as yn and the bby are outside in nature a threat appears and there is a bit angst but ends up happy??? Thank u so much❤️

A/N - I LOVE this for my Alec series! Sorry, it took some time to write, but I hope you like it :D. This is part of the Ocean Eyes Series

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Summary - Cassian stops a potential threat against Alec.

Warnings - Angst with a slight mixture of fluff

"I'll be right inside if something happens or if he needs anything or wants—"

"You go, babe. Alec and I are fine. Right, kid?"

Alec giggled as Cassian tickled his side, Nesta saw how comfortable Cassian was with Alec as they were perched on a large blanket right next to the lake. With a kiss on Alec's head and a light kiss on her mate's lips, Nesta walked back to the cabin to get to work, leaving Cassian and Alec out by the lake to enjoy the sunshine.

Although you were more than capable of having your son with you, you know Cassian wanted to give you and Azriel some time alone and a mini break. Not that Alec was a time-consuming toddler, he was rather easy. Rhysand has even joked with you and Azriel that Alec was easier to handle than Nyx was as a toddler, but he meant well.

It was a warm day, quite warmer than usual in Velaris since the warm winds were now in Night Court. Tension between Night and Autumn Court was only a pinch better. Ever since Elaine and Lucien got married in a beautiful wedding in Night Court and held its reception in Autumn Court, both Rhysand and Beron were trying to make amends and head in the right direction. However, the main snag in that relationship was Eris, still in hot water since the comment about Azriel and his family. His duties with his father and as the Prince of Autumn Court diminished as punishment, commanded to be in stone silence during Elaine and Lucien's Mating Ceremony reception.

You and Alec stayed in Night Court during the reception that was in Autumn Court, a compromise you and Azriel made together since Elaine and Lucien wished for your family to be at the Mating Ceremony. Tension was still high for the Spymaster, and his son would not be caught in the crossfire when it came to Eris and his threats. It was a good enough plan, both yourself and Azriel didn't wish to make waves or cause chaos showing up in another Court with Alec exposed to others. When Azriel showed up to the Reception with Cassian and Nesta, Eris seemed rather peeved at the absence of yourself and your son.

Much to his dismay, but much to the amusement and satisfaction of Azriel.

Since then, you and Azriel made your lives normal for Alec. He was talking wildly now, though it was a few words here and there but willing to learn more. Cassian has offered to babysit him more and more since there was less of a need for him at the Illyrian camps. His soldiers were getting along quite well and thriving without him, his captains were exceptional leaders and the arguments were now at a minimum. It left Cassian to have more time with his family, particularly with his nephews Nyx and Alec. Both boys loved and adored being with their Uncle Cassian, the fun and lively Uncle who would play with them for hours on end and never get tired. It paired well with Aunt Nesta, who would read them bedtime stories and give them lots of snuggles when they were sad.

Today was Cassian and Nesta's day to watch Alec. Rhysand working at the River House with Azriel on spy information he received from Spring Court. Feyre, with Nyx in tow, asked for your assistance at the Community Center back in Velaris since you loved working alongside the locals and the needy. With Elaine and Lucien enjoying their newlywed life in their little cottage along the Night Court countryside, Cassian and Nesta were on babysitting duty.

Neither Nesta nor Cassian said anything, but they looked forward to watching Alec, as they did with Nyx. To them, it was almost a practice for them when they wished to expand their family. Nesta was not ready for a babe just yet, but she told Cassian she was open to the possibility of the future, which made Cassian's heart soar. He would wait years, long years, however long it took for her to be ready for motherhood. Even if maybe down the road she didn't want that life anymore, Cassian didn't mind at all. Her happiness, for all she endured, was his priority now.

"Alright, you wanna watch your uncle organize his blades?" Cassian asked playfully, Alec grasping the stuffed owl that his Aunt Nesta gave him and watching Cassian with wide eyes while Cassian rolled out his blades carefully on the blanket, "Don't worry, kid. You'll hold one of these in no time, but maybe not for a hundred years or two if I know your dad,"

"Dada!" Alec shrieked at the mention of his father, and Cassian laughed.

"Never thought I would live to see the day that the Shadowsinger fathered a child…no offense," He said to Alec, who was snuggling with his owl and watching a bumble bee hover by on a massive flower, "You know I love your dad like a brother…well, he is my brother. But he's still a mystery, even to your Uncle Cassian,"

He went to work on his blade, getting out each one to inspect them and see which one needed maintenance, He could hear Netsa working inside the Cabin, looking over some ancient books that Rhysand gave her to other information to use for their security in Night Court. Nesta and Rhysand's relationship was better than ever, both having respect for one another and love for one another as in-laws. Rhysand enlists Nesta to help in research since she traded most of her powers to the Cauldron to save Feyre and Nyx from death. Nesta admired Rhysand for being a great mate and father, no longer having that grudge or chip on her shoulder.

Cassian could see and feel high hopes for his mate.

Minutes went by as Cassian was going over every weapon, seeing his nephew out of the corner of his eyes walking around on his wobbly legs and exploring the shore of the lake. His wings were growing inch by inch, still against his backside while his raven black hair was a bit longer with thick waves and half in his face to cover his bright blue eyes. Things felt calm in the area, almost a bit too calm. Although there was magic instilled around the cabin and the area, Cassian knew better than to not have his guard up. No matter if there hasn't been a breach of security or a threat against Night Court, there could still be a looming threat that can start small and then explode.

He heard Alec walking along the grass, pausing in his weaponry inspection to watch his young nephew tread his way over to the end of the grass that led to the tall trees and the dense forest behind them. Cassian never once had to fear or worry over a certain area in Night Court, not even close to the Mountains and near the Illyrian Camp.

But something crawled under his skin, almost licking at his spine and sending almost a warning signal to him

He paused, placing his daggers on the quilt again as his eyes moved to Alec. His nephew was babbling to himself, reaching out to grab tuffs of grass in his fingers as the wind was picking up. He could pick up a few familiar scents: the crisp pines from the forest, the sweet grass, Alec's scent on the lotion Nesta put on his skin, and even Nesta's scent that was laced in pomegranate.

But there was something else…something bitter and crisp.

A flicker of movement in front of Alec, almost too quick amongst the dark trees that were swaying in the wind. Cassian's eyes saw it though, a snap of a twig and another flicker that was over to the left. It was no animal, not even deer were that fast or slick. Cassian's intuition and his Commander side were activated now as he was still watching his nephew look at the grass between his finger and attempt to nibble at it. But then the soft sound of something brushing a tree alerted Alec, making him stand up straight and look in that direction. Cassian saw how alert he was, even as a babe he stood still like a grown Illyrian.

His wings, though tucked in tight, showed some flickerings of…..shadows. Cassian then knew that Alec's own shadows he got from his father were alerting him.

Something's wrong

"Cass? Babe, how's going out there?" Nesta asked as she was coming out from the cabin with a washcloth between her fingers. But she saw her mate crouched down a bit, reaching for one of his daggers, and his eyes trained on the forest in front of Alec, who was whimpering a bit from his mini set of shadows that were now along his backside. Her eyes were on alert now, staring still in worry as Cassian gripped a dagger tightly in his hold.

Don't move. Cassian said in the bond to Nesta, sensing her fear and concern as his eyes were on the forest again. He was looking for the slightest movement amongst the dark branches and trees, knowing fully well that someone or something was there and so close to Alec, let alone the three of them in a secluded cabin.

When I tell you to, get Alec and get inside. Lock the door and do not open it unless it's me. Cassian commanded Nesta in his mind as his dagger was gripped hard in his grip. He was still searching, looking through every leaf and pine needle for a sign that his instincts were not wrong, that he was in fear of something that was indeed there and in front of his nephew in plain sight.

He then heard it, a low growl of sorts that seemed animalistic. Cassian threw the dagger instantly. The dagger flew past Alec's head, not close to hitting him but enough to leave him shaken as it launched into the pit of the forest. Cassian heard a yelp and a thud. He hit the target.

"NOW!" He yelled, grabbed another dagger, and started running towards the threat. He ran past Alec, who was whimpering in fear as Cassian knew Nesta was bolting towards Alec and scooping him up in her arms. Cassian didn't even have to look to know that Nesta was sprinting to the cabin with her nephew tight against her chest and locking the door behind her as he made it into the forest.

He could smell the blood as soon as he went past the first line of trees, and then he saw a body hunched over in the dirt and gasping for air as the dagger he had thrown seconds beforehand was sticking out of his chest. Cassian felt anger boil in him as he saw that this was no Night Court citizen, nor was it an Illryian Solider. He could see light hair, dark clothing the fae was wearing, even the weaponry strapped to his hip as Cassian grabbed the back of his head. He yanked his head back, eyes going wide in anger and rage seeing the auburn hair and the bright eyes.

Autumn Court.

"Where is he?"

"The master bedroom,"

Rhysand and Azriel entered the cabin in haste, Azriel leading the way as he was looking for his son with worry his shadows flicking in anger and Rhysand looking over at Cassian. Cassian was remaining calm, sitting at the dining room table with his hands laced together and brows knitted together. Nesta had Alec in the master bedroom, calming down with ease for the past few minutes while Cassian got in contact with Rhysand and Azriel about the close attack. He knew Azriel was not going to be calm when it came to his child, let alone Rhysand. Even Cassian was trying to calm himself down from going out to the fae who almost killed Alec and strangled him to death.

Instead, he tied him to a tree out near the lake, keeping the dagger in his chest for him to bleed out slowly.

A bundle was wrapped and in front of Cassian, his eyes drilled on the bundle while Rhysand walked over to him with his wing ready on high alert. Cassian could hear Azriel cooing and calming his son down, he knew Azriel was going to think twice about doing something to the fae with Alec in his arms. It was a safer bet for Azriel to hold his baby than to go out and kill the fae slowly and with pain.

"Rhys," Cassian said in a warning, Rhysand walking over to him and standing next to him in front of the table as Nesta walked out of the bedroom now, looking more somber and a bit relaxed now that her nephew had her father, "He had this,"

He gestured to the bundle, both Nesta and Rhysand looked in confusion as Cassian then reached for the top of the bundle to remove the fabric. Once he did, Rhysand's eyes went wide, and almost looked disgusted as the sight of a dagger was seen. Laced in orange and red gems along the hilt and handle, the steel did look rather too pristine and delicate. Cassian's eyes looked over at his High Lord, his face filled with anger and rage as he spoke.

"An Autumn Court Blade," Rhysand grimaced.

"You smell it too don't you?" Cassian asked in a low tone, Rhysand bitterly nodding his head as Nesta looked at her mate in confusion.

"Smell what?" She asked, her voice low and almost quivering. Rhysand and Cassian locked eyes, both of them remaining far too calm for the situation but they too were beyond angry.

"It's poisoned," Rhysand hummed, Nesta gasping and covering her mouth in shock. Cassian was shaking his head slowly, closing his eyes, and feeling bitterness deep inside of him that was also laced with guilt.

"I didn't know he was there, I didn't realize…" Cassian was muttering feeling like he was spiraling downwards since he was only thinking of how close Alec was to being hurt, let alone killed. If he was a second late, or a pinch too slow…

"You saved your nephew," Rhysand said to him immediately, placing his hand on Cassian's shoulder as he gave him a hard look, "You saved his life and you went with your gut. Alec is safe, you three are safe, and that's because of you, Cassian. Don't you fucking dare think less than that, understand?"

Cassian looked up at Rhysand, knowing that he was telling him the truth. Cassian always hated putting himself down and thinking he should have done better, he's done it in the past so many times. He would hide it with his jokes and banter, but he wanted to be perfect at times and prove himself. To hear from Rhysand that he succeeded, to know that he saved the life of his brother's son, was worthwhile.

"What about his mother and Feyre?" Nesta asked the pair of them, to which the front door opened again. You came running through, eyes wide and frantic as Feyre was right on your heels. You slid to a halt, seeing the scene in front of you: Rhysand, Cassian, and Nesta sporting looks that were mixed in shock and anger, a dagger sitting on top of a bundle of rags. Your heart was beating rapidly and your mind was spinning over time.

"Where?!" You asked in a breath, Nesta knowing full well you were talking about Alec. She took your hand and led you to the bedroom, Feyre gliding over to her mate and Cassian as Rhysand took in a long breath to mostly control his own emotions.

"High Lord Beron needs to know this," Rhysand said aloud in the room, though Cassian shot him a look, "Those daggers belong to his high fae security and high ranking personal. It's not an Illyrian blade, and if he did this...."

"You think it was him…or a certain Prince with a Vendetta?" Cassian asked in a lower tone, Rhysand's let eyes darted to him immediately as Feryre looked worried.

"Eris wouldn't! To kill a child, a baby?! That's a death sentence, going against his father and this Court! He would be a fool to be behind it—" Feyre started to explain as Cassian gently interrupted her.

"Respectfully, Feyre, he's always been a fool. And if it's him behind this after all…nothing is going to hold back Azriel from tearing him limb to limb, or his mother. I won't hold either of them back, nor will your mate," Feyre's eyes shot to Rhysand, who was looking at the dagger again with a new heat of anger and rage in his eyes. Rhysand knew Cassian was right in that statement. If Eris was behind this attempt to harm or kill Alec, there was no force in Night Court, or beyond that, that would stop Azriel from killing Eris immediately.

"There's something else too, with Alec," Cassian explained, gaining the attention of the High Lord and Lady, "I saw shadows on Alec, along his wings just like Azriel. Small, but they were there. He's a Shadowsinger, like his father,"

"That makes him a bigger target now," Rhysand said in a tremor, the mood once again looking and feeling a bit grim with this new information. Azriel was the only Shadowwinger known, no other Court had one or knew of one except for him. He was coveted by other Courts and their High Lords for centuries to work for them, yet he remained with Night Court and his family. But now to know his son had his gift, it made his safety far more imperative.

Once word got out, the Courts will come for him.

Azriel came out of the bedroom, Cassian shooting up from his spot in the dining room and looking rather concerned at Azriel as he was approached by the Spymaster. Was Azriel going to hate him for almost having Alec in danger? Would he be angry at Cassian for the close call? How was he going to react as he stood in front of Cassian with a stone face? Cassian was about to say something to him, almost trying to explain it himself what happened.

But Azriel hugged him tightly, fiercely, as a brother would for another brother.

Cassian was in shock, but he hugged him back as Azriel was clinging to him and not letting him go for a long moment. Azriel was never one to be a hugger unless he was deeply and intensely moved by something. Cassian felt almost like collapsing, feeling that hug to his core as Azriel pulled away and stared at him with his hazel eyes.

Cassian knew that look on him since he had seen it. He saw it the first time they met as children and he took Azriel to meet Rhysand, he saw it when he taught Azriel how to fly to get strength in his wings.

A look of gratefulness and love.

"You saved my son," Azriel said calmly, though there were tears in his eyes as he stared into Cassian's soul, "Cass…I can't thank you enough for saving my boy. My world—"

"Hey, It's okay," Cassian urged him as he clasped Azriel on the back of his neck, feeling Azriel trembling as he gave him a nervous smile, "Az, I would do anything for him, for any of us. You guys are my family, okay?"

Azriel nodded, and although he seemed calm in front of Cassian, he knew the wheels turning in Azriel's mind. He remained calm in the moment, but deep down he was in a rage. The kind of anger that seeps in the pours and is almost like a poison to snuff out. Alec's life was almost taken in a split second, and there was no way and no force that was going to stop Azriel, or his mother for that matter, from inflicting harm on those who tried to take their son.

Azriel moved away from Cassian, walking back to the master bedroom with Rhysand and Freyre in tow. Cassie stayed behind, grasping the back of the chair and letting out a massive sigh of relief as Nesta left the room. Cassian could hear the group chatting together about what happened as she closed the door and walked to Cassian with worry in her eyes at her mate and his condition. Cassian's shoulders felt heavy and his mind felt like it was in a fog, all that adrenaline was gone and he could collapse at any moment.

So Nesta hugged her mate tightly, Cassian digging his face in her hair to inhale her scent and be centered again. There was peace again, his heart slowed down and his mind was back to being at ease with the calm words from Azriel and his mate holding him close. In his mind, he was thinking of what he did wrong and how he should have stopped the threat sooner. But to the others, he saved a little boy's life.

His eyes looked back to the dagger that was still on the table, and he felt his heart falling to his stomach at the sight.

It was a sign of conflict that had just begun.

The End.

Tagged - @valeridarkness @impossibelle @acourtofbatboydreams

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moody4world · 11 months

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In my business pt 2

A/N: ik i take ages to post stuff guys but some things in life been kicking my ass and i either dont have time or im just not in the mood to write. I hope yall like this tho. next part will have more jack!!!

summary: AU where reader is an all around artist (writer, singer, model etc) and after being spotted with jack harlow she becomes the talk of the town. What will her baby daddy/ex central cee think???

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moodymagazine Uh oh moodies! It seems like #Y/n baby daddy #CentralCee not too happy about the circulating rumors after she was seen getting cozy with the first class rapper #JackHarlow. He posted a photo of himself with the middle finger from a page of his interview in a #DazedKorea magazine, captioning the foto with “Current mood”. So far we have yet to receive any confirmation from Y/n or Jack Harlow about their current situation.

What do you guys think, let us know in the comments below⬇️

#moodymagazine #moodymagz

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ryyannexox 1h

omg here we go again he is so pettyyyy. he nees to move on and leave her alone didnt he cheat on her multiple times???? men always act like trash then get mad when you leave them.

iammari 1h

@ryyannexox How does it feel to be loud and WRONG! You people just say anything on the internet. Cench and y/n both have said that he never cheated on her and the fact that they still follow each other should be a sign that they're still on good terms so stop projecting lmao

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yungkelly 3h

Idk why yall bother arguing about these twos relationship. They break up and make up more than me and my man thats not my man

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nia2pretty 3h

LMAOOO not my man thats not my man bitch im deaaad

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bridget82 2h

They're both alays in a different country i hope theyre kids are well taken care of

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y/ncloset 1h

@bridget82 yall ALWAYS worried about THEIR kids did you cook dinner for your own kids yet miss BRIDGET?

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amylai 10m

the white boy she raps about in her unreleased song is probably jack!!!! hear me out guys

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nianiania 6m

@amylai YOURE ONTO SOMETHING FR

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y/n

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y/n he be feedin me 🍝 & 🦞 #areacodes out @ MIDNIGHT !!

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icespice 2m

😍😍😍😍

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bbgrlashly 9m

y/n im begging you to give me one chanceee😫

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_ell.a 3m

@bbgrlashly Get in line bby girl!

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cyabiah13 1h

It's the body for meeee🔥

amore2.o 1h

maam are you not gonna address the rumors???👀

missjanay 1h

Stomach said "what kids?!" share the routine sis

davespi 1h

Jack harlow out of all people? thought you were different

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@davespi boo fucking hoo go cry somewhere else. as if you ever had a chance with your ugly ass

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Patience

Title: Patience

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,934

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, cockwarming, submissive Bucky, handcuffs, drinking, flirting, pet names, maybe slight degradation if you squint, slight dom/sub, masturbation, fingering (female receiving), clit play, permission to cum, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, begging, crying, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @buckybarnesbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, and @anyfandomangstbingo

Square(s) Filled: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming for Bucky Barnes Bingo // G5 - Submissive!Bucky Barnes for Sebastian Stan Bingo // G2 - Handcuffs for Any Fandom Angst Bingo

Dedicated To: @buckyalpine - I love you, bby ❤️ I really hope you like this 🥺 It's a thank you for all of the amazing content you've put out for us.

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: I'm so sorry this is bad... I've been so busy these last couple of weeks with Thanksgiving and yesterday was my stepdaughter's birthday and today is my daughter's so I've had basically no time to write. I really hope this isn't terrible, but I'm so sorry if it is. Also, have I already used the below GIF before for one of my fics? Yes. Am I using it again? Yes. Will I probably use it for a future fic? Also, yes. 🤷🏽‍♀️

You sip your drink as you watch Bucky from the bar. Currently, he's smiling at something Steve said, his flesh hand patting the blonde super soldier on the back while his metal one holds his glass of Asgardian mead.

You're not one for parties, but you know it means a lot to Bucky that you're here with him. He's finally rid of the Winter Soldier, the assassin side of him that he's battled to overcome for years, and in true Stark fashion, he threw your boyfriend a party.

It feels like everyone Tony has ever talked to is here, and crowds make you anxious, so the bar is where you'll be until Bucky's ready to go.

Natasha refills your glass and smiles at you warmly, "he's come a long way."

You swirl the amber liquid around a bit before taking a healthy drink.

"He has. I'm so grateful to Wakanda and the Dora Milaje for helping him. It took a while, but we're finally here."

She nods and pours herself a shot, "it's been a long time coming."

"Speaking of coming, I feel like everyone and their mother came to this thing. I don't even know half the people here..."

Nat snorts, "it's Tony, what did you expect?"

"Touché."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you and you feel yourself starting to unwind.

Finally.

You finish your second drink and motion for Natasha to refill it again. She sets the bottle down and glances over your shoulder shaking her head.

"Looks like one of the secretaries has taken a liking to Barnes."

Well, so much for being able to relax.

You turn in your seat and watch as a pretty blonde touches his arm softly, batting her eyes at him like a giddy schoolgirl.

Bucky doesn't reciprocate, but he doesn't shoo her away either. He looks up at you momentarily and bites his lip before smiling at the girl in front of him. You know he's not really interested in her. He'd never cheat on you. It still doesn't change the fact that he's deliberately flirting with her in front of you though.

Your fingernail taps on the side of your glass as you grow more and more irritated. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and trails her index finger down the front of his shirt.

You grip the glass so hard that your knuckles turn white.

"I'll pay you later, Natasha," you down the rest of your whiskey and slam the glass down on the bar top. "Right now I've got something to take care of."

You push through the crowd and tap the blonde on her shoulder. She whips around and gives you a pointed look, "can I help you?"

"Yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "you can help me by stopping yourself from eye fucking my boyfriend."

Her eyes go wide as she looks from you to Bucky. He shrugs and she huffs before walking away.

You glare up at him and he takes your hand, "oh, come on doll. I was just teasing you."

"Don't doll me, James. You know I don't like seeing you giving someone else that kind of attention."

His free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you into him, "come on, baby. Don't be like that."

Steve chuckles, "I don't know, man. That girl was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and it's not like you pushed her away when she touched your chest."

"Who's side are you on, pal?" Bucky narrows his eyes at his best friend.

You've had enough. This party, that girl, Bucky's attitude, all of it, and it stirs a possessiveness inside of you that you haven't felt in a long time.

"It's time to go."

Bucky's eyes go wide, "go? But the party just star-"

"I said it's time to go."

Steve whistles as you drag Bucky toward the elevators, "good luck!"

Once you get him back to your shared bedroom, you shut and flick the lock.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell anyone who comes to our door that we aren't taking visitors."

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N."

Bucky leans against the wall and looks down at you softly, "I swear I didn't mean to upset-"

"Well, you did. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed."

"Y/N, please just let me properly apologize to you."

Your hands move to your hips and you give him a stern look. To anyone who isn't familiar with your relationship, it would be quite comical seeing your tall, muscular, super-soldier boyfriend being so submissive to you. You know he needs this though, to be able to let go and give himself completely to someone he knows won't hurt him. And who are you to deny him that? Especially since you love the rush of taking control sometimes.

"Don't make me ask you again, James."

Bucky bites his lip as he stands up straight. He pulls the red henley he's wearing over his head, and you watch the movement of his well-defined muscles with hooded eyes. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them and his boxers down to his ankles before stepping out of them.

"I really am sorry, baby"

"I know you are." You gesture behind him, "I've changed my mind. Sit with your back against the headboard."

He turns to walk over to the bed and you groan at the unimpeded view of his ass. Fucking hell, he's perfect.

He settles on the comforter and looks at you with curious, blue eyes. You don't say anything to him as you walk into the closet. Moments later you return with two pairs of silver handcuffs dangling from your fingertips and you watch his cock twitch in interest.

"Y/N, I don't see how this is a punishment," he drawls.

You smirk and cuff each of his hands to the small metal hoops that jut out from the side of the headboard. These were no ordinary handcuffs either, they were made with raw vibrainium which means he can't get out of them easily.

"Trust me," you step back and reach behind you to pull the zipper on the back of your dress, "you'll see."

Bucky watches as the little black dress falls to the floor and pools around your feet, his eyes darkening with want.

"God, you're so damn gorgeous, baby."

You smirk, "and it's too bad you won't get to touch me." You smooth your hands over your soft skin, your fingertips barely catching your nipples making you gasp. "I was really looking forward to those big, strong hands all over me, Buck."

He groans and watches you take off your bra and panties, "come on, pretty girl. Please let me touch you...please?"

You climb on the bed and straddle his chest, his cock beginning to leak in anticipation of your touch. You ignore the urge to and slide two of your fingers between your soaked folds instead.

"Mmm, you should have thought of that before ... fuck ... before you flirted with that secretary.

He watches you circle your clit slowly, his eyes nearly black now as he tugs harder at the cuffs.

"Baby... fuck, baby please!"

"Shit, I'm so wet for you, Bucky...feels so good..."

You bring your glistening fingers to your lips and close your mouth around them, licking them clean of your arousal. Bucky whines and raises his hips in frustration.

"Let me have a taste, please baby? Please! I'm so sorry for even looking at her... God, please...need you so bad..."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him. His eyes are desperate and you almost give in and undo the handcuffs.

Almost.

"Aww, do you need a taste? Do you want me to sit on your face, baby boy?"

Your tone is teetering the line of sincere and condescending, and it makes another bead of precum spill from the head of his cock. Your words alone are making him fall apart. You've never been this dominant with him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"...please."

It's merely a whisper, but you hear him nonetheless and decide to take a little mercy on him.

"Lay on your back for me, baby."

Bucky scoots down, his arms suspended slightly upward and out to the side as he lays flat. You move so your legs are on either side of his head and hover your dripping pussy over his lips.

"Since you love using that pretty mouth to tease and flirt so much, why don't you put it to good use and make me cum. Maybe if you do a good job I'll let you fuck me."

Bucky licks his lips, "I'll make you feel real good, doll. Please... just please let me taste you..."

You lower yourself down to his mouth and he immediately begins ravishing you. His tongue skillfully slides between your folds, alternating from your hole to your clit making you moan.

He's always been so good at this. Taking you apart over and over again until you're a shaking, quivering mess. But this? The way he's delving his tongue into your dripping cunt, devouring you as if he needs you to survive, it's another side of him you've never seen before and it's one of the hottest things you've ever experienced with him.

"Fuck... yeah, baby just like that."

Bucky groans and moves back to your clit, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His untouched cock is leaking profusely now. He's determined, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to make you fall over the edge and taste you.

It isn't long until the familiar coil begins to ignite and your legs start to shake from the amount of pleasure your boyfriend is bringing you. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling it as your hips rock against his mouth.

"Oh, Bucky! Don't stop, baby! Don't you fucking stop... oh, my god...fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"

He moves his tongue faster, tugging at the cuffs and wishing he could grip your luscious thighs.

Your eyes flutter closed and you throw your head back as your orgasm shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. Bucky doesn't stop, and you let him work you through your high until it becomes too much. Finally, you climb off of him and lay on the bed at his side, moving your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly while he breathes heavily.

"Did such a good job for me, baby. You made me cum so hard."

Bucky turns to look at you, "does that mean I can fuck you now?"

You bite your lip and just barely graze his thick shaft.

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't think it would be this easy, did you? You thought giving me one orgasm would warrant forgiveness for deliberately flirting with someone else in front of me?"

Bucky gasps and whines from your touch, his cock twitching in need.

"Doll, p-please...," his eyes shine with tears and his fists clench and unclench, "I'll never do it again, I promise! Please I...I need you so bad...so bad, baby..."

You kiss his lips and shush him, before carefully straddling his hips. His eyes are wide and needy as he looks up at you, and your heart thuds hard against your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out for you. Needy and begging for your touch.

Bucky is so good at being in control when you need him to, but at times like this, he's the prettiest submissive you've ever seen.

"Sit back up for me, honey. I'm going to give you a reward, okay?"

He nods and scoots back up so his back is against the headboard again. He watches as you rise on your knees and reach behind you. His eyes roll back into his head as you wrap your fingers around his cock, and you immediately pull them away.

"Ah, ah, ah...keep those eyes on me, baby."

Bucky nods and you curl your fingers around him again before lining him up with your entrance. You're so wet that you don't even need him to prep you.

Ever so slowly, you sink down on his thick, hard cock. Bucky's so worked up that you can feel him throbbing as you take him to the hilt.

"You're so fucking big, baby. Mmm, you fill me up so well. Does this feel good, sweetheart?"

He shudders and resists the urge to raise his hips so he'll go deeper, "so good...feels so good."

"Is this what you wanted, honey?"

Bucky swallows thickly and lets out a shaky breath.

"Wanna...wanna feel you ride me. Please...please just wanna cum for you."

You cradle his face in your hand and brush the pad of your thumb over his stubble, "only good boys get what they ask for, baby. Besides, I love feeling you just like this. So deep inside me, the head of your pretty cock kissing my cervix, you make me feel so full."

Bucky whimpers and you lean forward to kiss him again, your mouth moving against his slow and sweet.

He kisses you fiercely and you reciprocate with just as much fervor. Bucky could stay like this forever, just drowning in the way you feel around him, in your touch, and your taste.

You pull away and smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, "if I uncuff one of your hands, are you going to be good for me?"

The thought of being able to touch you makes his eyes fill with tears as he nods enthusiastically.

"If you can be a good boy for me I'll ride you, baby."

You reach for the handcuff keys on the bedside table and uncuff his metal hand.

"Rub my clit, baby boy. Make me cum around your cock."

Bucky reaches down to where the two of you are joined and touches the cool metal of his thumb to your bundle of nerves. You gasp at the contrast of temperatures as he begins making tight circles.

"Fuck, Bucky..."

You rock your hips slightly back and forth, cupping your breasts as hot sparks of arousal shoot through you. A low rumble sounds in Bucky’s chest when he feels you clench around his cock, and he has to force himself not to cum.

"God, baby...can feel you squeezing me. Wanna watch you come undone with my cock buried inside of you. Please, princess? Please come for me..."

The way he's begging for you, the feeling of the smooth metal of his gold and black thumb moving over your clit, and how fucking good it feels to have his thick cock stretch you open sends you falling over the edge for a second time. His name tumbles past your lips over and over and spots dance in your vision as you cum hard for him.

You're both panting when you finally open your eyes again. Bucky's shaking, his eyes are still wide and shining as he silently begs for release and you finally, finally give in to him and plant your palms on his chest.

"You've been such a good boy for me, honey. I'm gonna ride this beautiful cock and I want you to tell me how good it feels, but you can't close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum."

You know he's not going to last long. Not when you've worked him up this much, so you don't bother starting slow. You move up and down at a steady pace, listening to his needy, desperate moans.

His metal hand grips your hip and helps to guide you as you start to go faster, and you can feel how close he is, his cock throbbing inside of you as his lips part in a silent scream.

"Oh, my god, babydoll... feels so good... m'so close! Gonna cum so hard for you, pretty girl. Please! Please am I allowed to cum? Can't hold it anymore...s'too much...feels too good... please ... please!"

You brush away his tears and lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Fill me up, baby boy. Come on, let go for me. Show me, sweetheart."

Bucky slams you down on his cock and holds you in place as he groans loudly into your neck. His orgasm crashing into him like a tsunami as he nearly sobs in ecstasy.

You pepper kisses all over his face and shush him as he shakes in your arms, sweet nothings falling from your lips as he comes down from his high. Eventually, you move to get up, but he whines and pulls you closer to him.

"I need to uncuff your other hand, honey."

"But I wanna stay inside you...please? Just wanna feel close to you."

Your eyes soften and you free his flesh hand, rubbing his wrist gently.

"We can stay like this as long as you need to, Buck. I'm not going anywhere."

He moves so you're both on your sides and slides his softening cock back inside of you gently. He sighs happily and buries his face in your neck.

"Love you, princess... love you so much," he whispers sleepily.

You kiss his forehead and rub his back tenderly, "I love you too, baby. Close those pretty eyes and sleep for me, okay? I'll be here when you wake up."

It isn't long until you feel his breathing even out, and you continue to hold him close as sleep begins to take you too.

You're happy and safe inside the embrace of the love of your life.

You're home.

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SEPTEMBER 4th 2020

Airielle Jones smiled to herself as she looked around the backstage area. After working her ass off for two years down at NXT she was finally getting an opportunity to showcase her talents on the main roster.

“Airielle?” She looked over when she heard her name being called. “I’m Kayla. Nice to meet you.” Kayla said, shaking Airielle’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“So Paul said you can shadow me for the day and tomorrow you’ll do Talking Smack with me.” Airielle didn’t think it was possible for her smile to get any bigger.

“Oh wow. Hopefully I won’t be in your way.” She said and Kayla waved her off.

“Don’t worry about it. Come on, follow me.” Kayla had Airielle follow her around backstage, introducing her to passing superstars and upper management that Airielle had yet to meet.

“So I have a segment to film with Sheamus and then one with Jey Uso at the end of the night. Have you met either of them yet?”Kayla said as A.J Styles just walked away from them and Airelle shook her head.

“No, I've met his twin though. I’m good friends with his wife.”

“Oh. You know Trin?” Airielle nodded. “How?”

“We go to the same hair salon in Pensacola.”

“Oh wow, Small world.” Kayla said and beckoned Airielle to follow her.

Airielle watched in awe as Kayla recorded her segment with Sheamus. She couldn’t wait until she was able to do what she loved.

“Hey kid.” She smiled at Hunter when he walked over to her.

“Hi. Mr Levesque.” She said, shaking his hand in greeting.

“Please call me Paul. How you like the main roster?” He gestured around and Airielle nodded with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s awesome. Gonna take some getting used to thought.” She said and he laughed, giving her a pat on the back.

“You’re gonna do great, kid.” He said giving her one last smile before walking away.

Kayla led Airielle around backstage showing her around the Amway Center when they bumped into Jey Uso.

“Oh, hey Jey,. This is Airielle, Airielle this is Jey.” Kayla said and Airielle held her hand out.

“Nice to meet you Jey.” She said, smiling at him. Josh was hooked, instantly. The second she smiled at him he was a goner. He realized he must’ve been staring at her because she slowly put her hand down, arched an eyebrow at him and turned her head to look at Kayla.

“Shit, I zoned out. My bad.” He said, clearing his throat and giving them an awkward laugh “I’m Josh.” He said and she laughed.

“Nice to meet you.” She said again waving bye and she and Kayla started to walk away from him. Josh groaned to himself as he watched her walk away. She was definitely gonna be trouble.

Airielle and Kayla were sitting in The Gorilla position, watching the main event of the show when Paul walked over to them.

“Hey kid, you got the post match.” He said to Airielle and her eyes widened. Paul laughed at the look on her face. “You don’t mind right?” He asked Kayla and she shook her head no.

“Absolutely not. I’ll help her get ready.” She said and Paul nodded.

“Good Luck,” he said giving her a thumbs up before walking off.

It was almost time for Airielle to go out and do the post match interview. There weren’t any fans but she was still nervous.

Kayla sensed her nervousness and grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze. “Girl, you got this, don't worry.” Airielle nodded and followed a stage hand to the side entrance of the ramp. Airielle watched as Jey- Josh hit the uso splash and pinned Matt Riddle for the 3-count. She and Josh made eye contact as she made her way into the ring.

“Congratulations Jey.” She said smiling. “You have earned your opportunity for the universal championship against your cousin Roman Reigns, at Clash of Champions. How important was this victory for you?” She held the microphone close to him so he could answer.

Josh looked at her and his mind went blank. He blinked trying to refocus himself. He said the only thing that came to mind. “Yes, sir!” He yelled out twice. “Hey big dog! I made the family proud, too. But guess what, Roman Reigns its locked down! Welcome…. You know the rest.” He said winking at her as his theme music played.

“You did good.” Kayla said, hugging her. “Sorry I'm a hugger.” Kayla said as she pulled away from Airielle.

“It’s okay and thank you. I don’t know why I was so nervous.”

“Girl, you were a natural out there. So um, we film "Talking Smack" tomorrow morning nine am sharp. Meet me in the underground parking lot at eight.” Airielle nodded and gave Kayla one last hug before walking out of the arena and towards her rental.

SEPTEMBER 5th 2020

Airielle rushed towards Kayla. “I’m sorry I’m late.” It was 8:30 am. “I’m still getting used to being up this early.”

“It’s only thirty minutes. You’re good.” Kayla said and motioned for Airielle to follow her into the arena. “Woods is joining us today. Have you met him?” Airielle nodded. “Cool, we have Shinsuke, Cesaro, Alexa and Jey as guests today.” Airielle nodded again and continued to listen to Kayla as she went over how the show was going to happen.

“Oh hey, Airielle’s here.” Xavier Woods said, causing Josh to look up from his phone and towards Airielle and Kayla. “Have you met her yet?” Josh groaned and nodded.

“Yeah, made a complete ass outta myself.” He said, sucking his teeth when Woods started laughing at him. “It ain't funny Uce. I felt like an idiot just standing staring at her.” He rolled his eyes and pushed Woods away from him when he continued to laugh. “I’ll see you later.” Josh said, flipping Woods off as he walked away.

Airielle felt at home as she talked with Kayla, Woods, and Alexa during the Talking Smack taping. She felt like she actually belonged. Alexa had just left the panel and it was time to bring Josh in.

“Well we have one more guest to join us right now.” She said looking between Kayla and Woods.

“Right and I’ve used the word easy, but you know what’s not easy.” Kayla chimed in. “When you have to go head-on with family and that's what this guy will be doing come-” She was cut off as Josh came into the shot spraying the three of them with silly string.

Airielle laughed as Woods started yelling about the string getting stuck in his hair. She started to pull the string out of her hair as Kayla started to talk about what happened the night before on Smackdown. She noticed that Josh was trying his hardest to not look in her direction and frowned before she remembered that she was on camera and plastered a smile on her face. She zoned back into the conversation when it was her turn to talk.

“So let's say you go on the clash of champions and you become our new universal champion.” Airielle started and Josh felt his heart start to beat faster at the sound of her voice. “What’s your plan?” Their eyes met for the first time that day and once again Josh was stuck. All thoughts flew out of his head. He snapped back once Woods kicked his leg under the table. He ignored the weird looks Kayla and Woods were giving him and answered Airielle’s question.

“Real talk I can’t even rap that around my head. I aint never looked at me as no, real talk I ain't never thought about the big title. Never thought about a IC title, US title. It was always tryna chase yall.” He said pointing towards Woods. “It was always about beating y’alls record. I love the New Day. It was always eyes on the tag team titles. But now it’s like oh.” He stopped and smiled. “I can do it, you know.”

She watched as he talked about how much winning the title would mean to him and she couldn’t help but smile, he was so passionate about wrestling, it was adorable to see.

“That was so much fun.” Airielle said to Kayla once filming was done. Wood and Josh said goodbye before leaving Airielle and Kayla still sitting at the table.

“Yeah, it was.” Kayla said with a frown on her face.

“Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” Kayla looked over at Airielle and placed her hands overtop of hers.

“No, you were fantastic. It’s just..” She paused and looked around before sliding her chair closer to Airielle. “Can you keep a secret?” Airielle leaned closer to Kayla and nodded.

“Did Josh seem off to you? I mean I know you just met him, but..” Kayla sighed. Airielle shrugged,

“I mean, maybe he was nervous about something. Is.. is he your boyfriend?”

“No, I mean we.. you know, and went on some dates but we haven’t made anything official. We’re keeping it on the low.” Airielle nodded but she didn’t know what to say. She was slightly disappointed because she found Josh to be extremely attractive but it didn’t matter because she had promised herself that she would not jeopardize her job for a quick fuck with one of these superstars.

Clash Of Champions 2020

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Airielle had been on the main roster for about 4 weeks now and she honestly couldn’t have been any happier. Sure she missed some of her friends from NXT but being on Smackdown had opened up way more opportunities for her than being on NXT.

She was walking towards catering when she heard someone call out her name. She smiled when she saw that it was Kayla who called her name. She walked over and was immediately pulled into a hug.

“First PLE. Are you excited?” Kayla asked and Airielle nodded with a nervous chuckle. She was about to respond when someone else called her name.

“Airielle?! I missed you” Airielle smiled brightly at Trinity and rushed over to give her a hug. “Damn, look at you. I gotta come raid ya closet girl. “

Josh was walking around the arena with Jon looking for Trinity.

“What the point of having a damn phone if she ain’t gon’ answer it.” Jon grumbled as he pressed Trinity’s name on his phone again, cursing her when her voicemail picked up again. “Why you so quiet Josh? You nervous?”

“Hell yeah I'm nervous. I aint never have a opportunity like this before Uce. What if I screw it up.”

“Man shut up.” He said, laughing when Josh stopped walking and glared at him.

“What-”

“Shut up. You and big uce gon go out there and kill it. Stop worrying.” Josh nodded and took a deep breath. “You got this Uce.” Jon said as he pulled his brother into a hug. “Now help me find my wife.”

They started walking again towards catering. That was the only place left to check. Jon cursed as he bumped into his brother almost knocking himself over. “Damn, what the f-”

“I found her.” Josh said lowly nodding his head over to where Trinity was standing, talking to Airielle and Kayla. Jon started to limp his way over but stopped when he noticed his brother wasn't following him.

“You coming?” Josh shook his head,

“Nah, imma stay right here.” He said ignoring the look his twin was giving him. “I just don’t want to go over there.” He said avoiding his brother's eyes.

“Josh, stop playing and come on.” Jon rolled his eyes when Josh didn’t move. He hobbled over to his wife. “TRIN!” He yelled. She jumped, turning to face him. “Why you not answering ya phone man.” He said, rolling his eyes at her. “Sup Kayla.” He said fist bumping her and turned his attention to Airielle. “Oh shit. I know you.” He said, causing her to laugh.

“Hi, Jon. Nice to see you again.” She said, smiling at him.

“I thought you were with Josh?” Trin asked and Jon nodded and pointed behind him where Josh was waiting down the hall.

“I was, he acting weird.” All the girls looked down the hall towards Josh whose eyes widened when he saw them looking at him. Airielle looked at Kayla out of the corner of her eye and saw that she was now looking down at her heels with a sad look on her face.

I’ll see y’all later. Don’t forget to text me when you get back to Pensacola.” Trinity told Airielle.

“Hey you okay?” Airielle asked once Trin and Jon walked away from them. Kayla shrugged.

“I mean.” She sighed. “He’s been ignoring me. He won’t tell me what’s going on.”

“Well honestly fuck him. If he’s ghosting you it’s his loss.” She said, pulling Kayla into a hug.

Josh, Jon and Trinity were now in Joe’s locker room, as Josh and Joe got ready for the show.

“Is everything okay with you and Kayla?” Trin asked once Josh sat down on the couch next to her. Josh arched his eyebrow and shrugged.

“Yeah why?”

“She was the reason why you didn’t come over earlier with Jon right?” She narrowed her eyes at him when he avoided her eyes and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Josh..”

Josh cleared his throat and shrugged. “Yeah, me and Kay cool. I mean we not together though but..” He shrugged again, trailing off. Trinity studied him then let out a gasp.

“What about Airielle?” She asked and he choked on the water he was sipping.

“What happened?” Josh rolled his eyes and sunk lower into the couch.

“Nothing happened, he just made an ass outta himself.” Joe said, overhearing their conversation. Josh sucked his teeth and glared over at his older cousin. “You ain’t see talking smack from a couple weeks ago? Man was stuck the second she started talking to him.”

“Josh got a crush.”

“I’m a grown ass man, I ain’t got no damn crush.” He said, rolling his eyes when they all laughed at him.

First chapter of the rewrite. I hope you guys like it

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"My King" - King!Daemon Targaryen x Sister!Reader

a/n: a request from my beloved @avaleineandafryingpan i hope you enjoy bby! ❤️🥰

Summary: You push your king a bit too far with your teasing.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, canon typical incest, degradation, oral m receiving, face fucking, pussy slapping, anal fingering, p in v sex, size kink, brat taming, boot riding idk

Word Count: 1,915 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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You’ve always been the apple of your brother’s eye. From the day you were born and Daemon, two years old at the time, gazed down at you in your cradle, wondering how another being could be so small and precious. Daemon pampered you and spoiled you rotten, as did your eldest brother, Viserys, and your father before his untimely demise. After that, Daemon and Viserys only grew more protective over you, and when you came of age, they practically chased away any suitors who hoped to charm you.

When you turned eight and ten, the council took place that named your eldest brother king, and his first act as the heir was to betroth you and Daemon, wanting to keep you close to home. And two years later, shortly after Viserys’ coronation, you and Daemon are wed. You spend the first year of your marriage in a love and pleasure filled haze, completely wrapped up in each other. But, that comes to an end when Viserys passes before his time. Daemon is quickly coronated as king and you as his queen.

Daemon proves, despite his impetuous nature, to be a fair and just king, and dare you say it, better than Viserys was. Where Viserys lacked the fortitude to make hard decisions for the good of the realm, Daemon does not. The kingdoms prosper under his rule, and by extension, yours, as everyone knows it is you who has the king’s ear above all others.

Your marriage to your brother is a loving one and he continues to dote on you, however, he has no qualms punishing you for your brattiness when the occasion calls for it.

Such as, for example, now, when you prance into the small council meeting, wearing a dress that leaves very little to imagination, one made of Dornish silk that clings to your form like a second skin, making it glaringly obvious that you’ve decided to forego wearing smallclothes, judging by how he can see the outline of your breasts through the fabric. Daemon grits his teeth as he watches you speak to Lord Hightower, to Tyland Lannister, smiling and, he would go so far as to say, flirting with the miserable bastards, whose eyes appear to be glued to your tits.

“My queen,” Daemon raises a brow, staring at you and making no effort to hide his staring at your cleavage, the dragonglass pendant nestled between your breasts, the one he gave you so many years ago when he first professed his love, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to show you my new dress, Your Majesty,” you grin at him playfully, moving to sit on the arm of his chair, draping yourself over him, “Isn’t it pretty, brother? Aemma had it commissioned just for me.”

Daemon pinches the bridge of his nose, barely holding back his sigh of frustration, “Darling, I’m quite busy-”

“Well, I was just thinking,” you whisper something absolutely salacious in his ear, that has even the Rogue Prince now King’s ears turning red, “Hmm?” Before Daemon can say a single word in response, you’ve excused yourself from the meeting, and are sashaying out of the room, glancing over your shoulder and winking at him, “Don’t take too long, husband.”

Daemon’s hands are balled into fists, his nails leaving tiny crescent shaped marks on his palm as he holds himself back from immediately following after you. You’re a bloody menace, that’s what you are, he thinks. You’re worse than he ever was, and he knows that it’s entirely his doing. He manages to get through the rest of the meeting and is about to return to your chambers when an idea strikes him.

You’re surprised when your lady’s maid comes to your chambers to inform you that your husband has demanded your presence in the throne room. Considering how late the hour is, you don’t bother changing out of your nightgown, merely placing your dressing gown on top of it, making the trek from your chambers to the throne room. When you get there, you see him, sitting atop the Iron Throne in all his glory, your beloved husband. And gods, he wears Aegon’s crown as though it was meant for him, his long silver hair shining from the light that filters in from the windows, his hooded lavender gaze focused intently on you. He sits with his legs spread, one hand resting on his thigh while the other supports his chin. You give him your best attempt at an innocent smile, noting that the throne room is completely empty save for the two of you, dropping your robe to the floor, exposing yourself to his ravenous gaze.

“You called for me, big brother?”

Your voice sounds like honey in his ears, but he refuses to give in to your charms. Not tonight. Tonight, he plans to teach you just what happens when you push him too far.

Daemon beckons you over with a finger, his gaze hard, but when you begin walking he shakes his head, “No. On your knees. Crawl to me.”

Your jaw drops, “You cannot be serious, Daemon!”

“Oh, I’m deathly serious,” Daemon smirks, “Bend the knee for me, little one, and crawl to me. By the way,” he pauses, “You shall not refer to me as Daemon nor even as brother or husband tonight. Tonight, you will refer to me as your king. If you want to act like a little harlot, I’ll treat you like one.”

His tone leaves little room for argument and so, you slowly sink to your knees and begin crawling to him. From this point of view, your brother-husband looks even more imposing, the picture of the Conqueror himself. You feel your face grow warm, a thrill running up and down your spine as you continue crawling toward him, finally reaching him and sitting at his feet like some sort of obedient little pup.

“There we are,” Daemon coos, almost mockingly, gripping your chin in his hands, “I quite like you on your knees for me, sister. Now, are you going to tell me why you pranced into the small council meeting, acting like some sort of wanton whore?”

“I,” you inhale sharply before admitting, “I wanted you, my king. I wanted you to take me.”

Daemon clicks his tongue in disapproval, “You haven’t earned the privilege of being fucked by me yet, little one. Not when you’ve been acting like a brat all day. If you wish to find your release, it won’t be on my cock quite yet. You can fuck yourself on my boot.”

You stare up at him, lips parted in surprise, “D-Dae-”

“That is not what we agreed you were to call me tonight,” Daemon says, lightly slapping your face, with no real force behind it, just enough to chastise and humiliate you, and make you feel that familiar stirring between your legs at his display of dominance, “Now be a good girl and ride my boot.”

You move to straddle one of his shoes and slowly begin moving your already dripping core against him, whimpering with each swivel of your hips. Daemon stares down at you, moving your hair off your face, admiring the sight of your head thrown back as you begin moving faster and faster, chasing your release. It’s intoxicating, he thinks, the dominance he has over you in this moment. And you hate to admit it, but you love the way he’s punishing you. You part your lips in a silent gasp as he begins moving his boot in tandem with your hips, urging you on, wanting to watch you come undone.

“So pathetic,” he purrs, “Fucking yourself against my boot like some Silk Street whore. Perhaps I’ve been too gentle with you, sister. Perhaps you don’t need to be made love to. Perhaps you need to be fucked like the little slut you are.”

His words make you gasp as you feel yourself reach your climax, your entire body tensing then relaxing against him as you rest your chin on his thigh, gazing up at him through your lashes, giving him the most innocent expression you possibly can. Daemon stands and gestures for you to undo his breeches, which you do most eagerly, eyeing his long, thick cock, the tip red and weeping with evidence of his arousal. He grips it with one hand, smacking your lips with it, a silent command for you to allow him to fuck your mouth. You immediately part your lips, choking on a moan as he begins fucking your mouth, bucking his hips against you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he lets out a low groan. You hollow your cheeks, eyes locked on his as he continues fucking your throat, knowing it’ll feel sore in the morning but not caring. He manages to stop himself before he spends himself in your mouth.

“I’m not going to waste my seed in your mouth,” he smirks, moving back to sit again, pulling you onto his lap, “I’m going to spill myself inside you over and over until my seed takes and I watch your belly swell with my babe. Then that cunt Otto Hightower and his lackey Tyland Lannister will know that your sweet little cunny belongs to me and only me.”

“Yes, my king,” you whimper as he grabs you by the hips, slamming you down onto his cock, “Fuck…”

Daemon sets a brutal pace as he bucks his hips up against you, and you absolutely adore every minute of it. He slides down one strap of your nightgown, eyeing your breast that is now bared to him, moving his mouth to suckle at you, loving the little mewls you let out, begging your king to go harder, faster. His hands hold you in place as he continues fucking you, his cock stretching you out so deliciously. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how big he is.

You’re more than a bit shocked when he pulls out of you, only to stand and push you onto the throne, manhandling you so that you’re seated on your knees before he enters you from behind, fucking into you at a new angle that has you gasping for air, your moans and his filling the air along with the sounds of his hips snapping against yours, his stones slapping against your ass. You let out a yelp of surprise when Daemon lands a slap against your pearl, resting your head against the throne while his other hand moves to your ass. You feel him ease one finger inside your puckered hole, feeling impossibly full as he continues fucking you like some sort of feral animal, pulling back and slamming into you over and over until all you can do is incoherently beg your king for mercy.

He spills himself deep inside you, your own release following soon after, waves of white hot pleasure overtaking you to the point that your thoughts are only of him, though you seldom ever have anything else on your mind.

Daemon lifts you to sit in his lap on the throne, peppering your face with kisses, almost as if it is an apology for his rough, albeit highly enjoyable, treatment.

“Do you promise to stop acting like such a little brat now?” he hums, running a hand through your hair.

“If that’s the punishment I get every time?” you grin, pressing your lips to his, “Never, my king.”