#I wish we got to see the fire princess
Text
I remember seeing a thread online a while ago talking about the SatPOP comics. There, they basically were saying that they were actually glad that the fire princess was never discussed or ever appeared in the show because “the idea of fire powers in a kids show is too much to handle” and I’m all like…have ANY of you ever seen any kind of kid show ever? Adventure Time? The Owl House?? AVATAR??? lol
#I don’t care#I wish we got to see the fire princess#adventure time#avatar the last airbender#avatar#legend of korra#she ra#she ra and the princesses of power#she ra spop#spop#spop critical#spop comic#she ra comic#the owl house#toh#SatPOP
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
GOT WHAT YOU WANTED
summary: you're rafe's best friend—kelce and top's too, but there's always been something more between the two of you. neither of you will do anything about it. clearly, the solution is to become friends with benefits.
now spinning: too many nights by metro & future
word count: 11.5k
warning/tags: kook trio reader, using jj to make rafe jealous, mentions of drugs/partying, jealous/possessive rafe and reader, smut !, rafe deals coke. tysm to @zyafics for beta’ing & helping me so muchh & @inimamea for being so lovely and supportive. tysm to all the lovely anons who have been supporting and loving this concept from the start, i hope u all love this ♡ (but sorry in advance if u don’t)
truth be told, you didn’t like making rafe angry.
it wasn’t fun for you, like other things were—watching your boys play golf while you lounged in the cart with the cold drinks, picking out a pretty outfit for the day, crashing on the couch at tannyhill with your head in rafe’s lap and feet over kelce’s legs.
those were fun things. what you were doing now, with jj, was something borne of necessity. you’re not a mean girl. you find it tough to be mean to anyone except rafe, actually, and only because he dishes it back and you know his feelings aren’t really hurt, but right now you were being mean.
to jj that is.
you smile at the blond boy seated next to you, the golden glow of the bonfire casting its warmth onto both of you. you laugh at another joke he makes, but only half-hearted, taking another sip of the beer he’d gotten you from the keg.
jj’s funny, he’s sweet too. it’s not his fault you wish you were seated next to your best friend instead of him, drinking a strawberry seltzer from the case that rafe keeps in the back of his truck specially for you.
“so?” jj asks, and you turn from staring at your shoes to look up at him. he’s looking at you with a smile, a very charming smile that you could have a lot of fun with, except you’re starting to feel bad about toying with him like this.
“so?” you repeat back, softly. he leans in a little to hear you. you feel a little warm at the action, but it could just as easily be from the fire.
jj’s nice—and you’ve always liked nice, preferred it to almost anything. every boy you had ever introduced to your trio had been nice, though rafe hadn’t ever cared. he’d hated them from the moment he’d laid eyes on them. you wonder now when you let him seep into your mind like this, with every other thought about rafe rafe rafe. somewhere in between accepting jj’s invitation to come to the bonfire with him and getting jealous over the fact that rafe was seeing some random girl.
“you didn’t tell your other boy about this, did’ya?” you look up at jj with eyebrows knitted, puzzled.
“other.. boy?”
“cameron.” now you really flush—you certainly don’t want jj to think rafe is your other anything.
“no, no. we’re not dating. we’re just friends.”
“right, okay. you tell him about tonight?”
“no. it didn’t come up.”
“ah. got it.”
“why?” you ask, and before you can look around, jj stares into the distance, gesturing with his eyes to a blurry figure.
“nothin’. he’s just been starin’ at us since we sat down, so i figured, but-” you stand up, looking into the distance where rafe was. you can feel yourself turning green with envy, red with rage, watching him stand next to the same girl he’s been with, her looking at rafe while rafe looks at you.
you sit back down on the log, wrapping a hand around jj’s arm and pulling him down to sit beside you. from this angle, rafe can’t make out anything but your backs, and maybe the lack of any real distance between you and jj.
“sorry,” you say, sweetly, almost having regained your wrath the second you saw the two of them standing together. “he’s crazy.”
“s’okay. not news to me, princess.” jj takes a pause, and you chew your cheek, trying to decide how far you were willing to take this. “you okay?”
“yes. why wouldn’t i be?”
“well, uh, it doesn’t take a genius. even though, y’know, i am one, to know somethin’s up.”
“no, jj, i promise, we’re ju-”
“just friends, yeah, i got it. i mean, i don’t know what type of friends exactly, but uh, i like you. and i’ll like you even if he has a problem with it. so up to you, really.” you glance up at jj, who is being nicer to you right now than you deserve.
and you hate it, hate every second of it. you hate how rafe makes you feel, how angry and jealous you get, the fact that you even started talking to jj when in the back of your mind you knew it was because rafe would get upset over it.
but you also hate what rafe’s doing, the girl he’s with and the way he’s with her, the fact that he brought her here and still won’t stop shooting daggers into jj’s head. in short, you hate all of it.
you lean in, resting your head against jj’s shoulder.
“i’m sorry. i don’t know what’s going on with him. but, he’s here with a girl.”
“and you’re here with me.” jj wraps an arm around you.
“yes, but not because-well, i don’t know.” it feels stupid coming out, but if jj thinks that, he doesn’t show any signs of it.
“s’okay. don’t always have to know.” you keep your head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he brings. “by the way, he’s still watching.” you smile, though you can’t tell which boy elicited it. “i mean, not gonna complain if i get to be your boy toy for a little but, nice to know you care-” you giggle, pulling away to put your drink on the sandy ground.
“you’re telling me you don’t want a sugar mama?” he laughs at your words and you relish in it.
it could be picture perfect—waves crashing in the back, the fire flickering in front of you, stars sparkling above. jj keeps his hand on your cheek and leans in for a kiss, and you find yourself leaning too, when the voice of your best friend breaks the silence. you pull away from jj to look up at rafe standing behind you.
“hey. we’re goin’. c’mon.”
“rafe-” you start, but you get interrupted. jj stands, facing rafe.
“hey buddy, we’re a little busy. but uh, i’ll make sure she gets home safe-”
“guys-”
“wasn’t fuckin’ talkin’ to you, pogue-”
“tuck her into bed, and everything. don’t worry your little head ‘bout it-”
“m’gonna knock your little head out if you don’t get the fuck away from-” having heard enough, you drag rafe away by his arm, your pretty nails digging in harshly.
“what the fuck was that, rafe?” you ask, though you feel the bitterness coursing through your veins. how’s that fair—that he parades his girlfriend around you, at the club and here at the bonfire, but you can’t so much as spend a moment alone with jj.
whatever reservations you had just held about using jj to make rafe jealous seem to have gone far away. instead you’re just angry—he wants his own girlfriend and he wants you without a boyfriend too. you turn to look back at the boy you left behind at the fire. jj gives you a thumbs up.
“how many times do i have to fuckin’ tell you to-to stay away from that pogue-”
“he has a name,” you counter, so defensive because jj was being nice to you even when he didn’t have to be, helping you even with no gain for himself. “and you can’t order me around, okay? you brought a girl here but i can’t talk to jayj? how does that make any sense?”
“stop yellin’,” he barks, grabbing you by the arm now, and guiding you away.
“why? afraid someone might hear us? like your little girlfriend? where’d she go, by the way, i bet she’s missing you right about now-”
“shut up. shut it.” you don’t realize how far rafe’s dragged you until you shake out of his tight grip, standing next to his truck on the street.
“i’m sick of this rafe.” it comes out quieter than you intend, tears prickling up. you hate crying, especially infront of the boys but even more so infront of rafe. “i’m not stopping my life and boys that i wanna see, and relationships i want to have because you’re not okay with it. not when you have your own girlfriend. it’s not fair.”
“i don’t. i don’t have a girlfriend.” you roll your eyes, he watches it happen with a tight fist, jaw clenching.
“yes, you do.”
“no, i don’t.”
“you don’t?” you question, unbelieving. “you just.. walk around with the same girl for weeks. take her everywhere. but she’s not your girlfriend?” you’re snarky like always—you still don’t know if he likes it or not.
“no, she’s not.”
“bullshit. at least get your fucking story straight, rafe. that girl’s probably half in love with you-”
“m’not dating her. and if it bothered you so much how come you didn’t say something, huh? you pull this shit with fuckin’ maybank instead?”
“i’m not pulling anything with jj.” you lie through your teeth, hoping rafe bites. “i-i like him.”
“no you fuckin’ don’t.”
“who are you to tell me-”
“you don’t like him. what you like is makin’ me fuckin’ angry. well, it worked. stay the fuck away from him. and get in the goddamn truck.”
you groan loudly, the noise almost a scream and filling the quiet street. but you comply, getting into the passenger seat and letting rafe drive you home—to your house, not tannyhill like every other night. when he pulls up to your house, you resist the urge to get out without saying anything at all.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, kid.” you sigh, looking back up at rafe.
“that’s it? you’ll see me tomorrow?”
“what else do you want me to say, huh?”
“are you just gonna ignore all of that? what the hell was that?”
“m’not ignoring anything-”
“so, i can’t see jj anymore. are you still seeing her? who am i allowed to date then? kelce? top? do you have a pre-approved list for me?”
“shut up.”
“rafe,” you sound serious, as serious as he’s ever heard you, shifting in your seat to look right at him. he looks back, his knuckles white on the steering wheel at the mention of you dating kelce or top or anyone. “i’m not gonna stay single forever. i know your alpha-male tendencies don’t agree with it, but girls have needs too. i want-”
“what? what do you want?”
“the possibility of getting laid without you screaming at every boy i talk to would be nice.”
“don’t talk like that.”
“rafe.”
exasperated, you unlock the door and climb out, not turning back to say goodnight. the last twelve hours seem like a blur, between texting jj and actually seeing him and rafe’s reaction to it. you’re not sure what kind of reaction you really wanted out of him, but you’re not happy with the one you got. you don’t know what, if anything, would have pleased you.
that night, you go to bed angry and wake up sad. jj texted you something but you can’t find the heart to look at his message yet.
you’re sure the boys have something planned for today, like they always do, but the idea of opening the groupchat to look at what they decided on makes you feel sick. so you stay home instead, showering off yesterday’s anger and wondering why rafe thinks you don’t deserve to have a boy in your life to fool around with, to date, to do anything with.
the answer, sharp and painful like the jagged end of a piece of glass, hovers in your mind. you try to push it away.
rafe’s wrong—like always. you really don’t like making him angry, like it even less that your routine is disrupted and that for the first time in a long time, you don’t want to see your best friends today. brushing your hair, the sound of your bedroom door opening snaps you out of your thoughts.
“c’mon kid. get dressed. top’s got tee time at two and we booked lunch before.” you turn to look at rafe but don’t budge. he takes a look at you—dressed in one of his old frat shirts and plaid shorts that barely peak out.
you look pretty all the time but it feels the worst, the hardest to deal with, when it’s just the two of you alone like this, none of the shit that you do for other people, for outside the house—the makeup, the hair, the nice clothes. when you’re pretty like this it’s just for him, since no one else gets to see you, no one but him. you probably didn’t even notice you were wearing one of his shirts—something that leaves him feeling more pleased than he should be. but like always, he’s not gonna tell you any of that.
“are you adding deaf to stupid?” he asks, and you roll your eyes, letting out an irritated huff.
“i’m not coming. go away.” you turn around on your vanity chair to face your mirror, continuing brushing your hair. rafe walks up behind you, staring at you in the mirror.
“c’mon. lunch is at the place you like. i’ll even talk to you when kelce and top are up.”
“is that your way of apologizing?”
“it’s not an apology.”
“of course it’s not. why would you say sorry? you probably don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“i didn’t.”
“mm-hm. when does rafe cameron ever do anything wrong?” you keep brushing your hair, staring at yourself in the mirror instead of at him. “psycho.”
rafe yanks the brush from your hand, spinning your chair around to face him. he boxes you in, his hands resting on the armrests. he’s too close to you, it makes his head spin. you wish he’d stop, you know he’s not going to. you watch with bated breath, wondering what’s coming next.
“i… didn’t mean to make you upset.” you keep staring up at rafe, blinking fast. “and i didn’t see it from your side. so, m’sorry. about that part. nothin’ else.” you can’t help the slow smile that grows on your face—rafe, apologizing, and to you of all people. you thought you’d never see the day.
“thanks rafe.”
“alright. get ready. truck’s still runnin’.” he pulls himself upright, freeing you of the restraint. you can hear the bass of the music in his car, the future song audible from your open window.
“that’s bad for the environment. and i didn’t say i forgave you.” snatching the hairbrush back, you resume your motions. you hear rafe groan and it’s hard to hold back the smile. maybe you did like making him angry.
“kid.”
“what? i heard your apology, and i don’t accept it. hope you girls have fun at golf-” rafe leans back in, holding your jaw shut between his fingers.
“do you ever shut up?” you shake your head from your position, though you can’t really move. “what’s it gonna take, huh? you want my permission to fuck ‘round? sleep with some, some fuckin’ nobody? some pogue? tough shit. you’re not gettin’ it.” he lets you go, and you rub your jaw tenderly.
“but you get to do it?”
“that’s different-”
“no it’s not! you’re just a dick. and sexist. who am i supposed to sleep with, then?” you shoot back.
“i don’t fuckin’ know, kid. me, i guess. at this point-”
“ha-ha funny. you’re an-” when you finally get up and look at him, he’s staring at you. “what?”
“yeah. that’s fine.” he shrugs, like he’s just decided something trivial, like what to order at lunch or which iron to use. “you can sleep with me.”
“excuse me?”
“yeah. yeah, it’s a good solution. that way you can stay the fuck away from maybank and any other asshole.”
“rafe. shut up.”
“think about it,” he says, and you fall silent to listen, though this is the worst idea you’ve ever heard in your life. “you get what you want. i get what i want. it works out.”
“how is being your pity-fuck remotely close to what i want?”
“sheesh, kid m’tryna help you right now. offerin’ you a solution-”
“rafe?”
“yeah?”
“get out.” you walk over the door, swining it open and waiting for him to step out.
“just think ‘bout it,” rafe says, standing by the door but not leaving just yet. “alright?”
“goodbye, rafe.”
you listen to the sounds—him walking down the staircase, the front door closing, his truck taking off. after you’re sure he’s gone, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding inside.
sleeping with rafe had been nothing more than a drunken thought that occasionally slipped into your mind when he’d be nice to you after some party. curling up next to him at tannyhill every other night certainly didn’t help, but that’s all it was—a thought, not reality.
then you wonder if it’s really such a bad idea. maybe if you just got out all of this pent up energy with rafe, and then worked on finding someone he actually approved of, it would be easier for both of you.
key word: maybe.
the idea that he’s still seeing that girl, the one he keeps denying is his girlfriend, makes you want to puke. he’d have to stop that, that would be part of your agreement.
maybe rafe’s right, maybe you both get what you want out of this, as messed up as it seems. it can’t be the worst idea in the world—kelce and top always joke the two of you are half a couple already.
you go to your closet to pick out an outfit for golf, hoping you weren’t about to ruin your friendship with your best friend.
.☘︎ ݁˖
rafe’s leaning against the bar at the club when you find him. you think he’s got a weird sixth sense, he always knows when you’re around, and he looks up before you’re even near him.
“i knew you wouldn’t pass on lunch. top owes me five bucks.”
“yeah. sure.” you put a hand on the counter to steady yourself—this is harder than you thought it would be. rafe takes a sip of his drink. you want to chastise him, tell him it’s only twelve-thirty and too early for drinking, but nothing comes out. your mouth feels dry and you almost want to chug the rest of his scotch. surprisingly, you refrain.
“what?” rafe asks, and you glance up at him, eyes locked.
“i thought about what you said this morning. what you offered.”
“and?” the bastard looks so smug. you should the slap the smirk off his face but you know what he’s thinking—proud of coming up with the idea himself, thinking he’s doing such a service.
“and.. better the devil you know and all that.” you wait for the other shoe to drop for a moment, for rafe to admit it was all a big prank and you fell for it, and now the boys owe him money or something.
“good. i agree. so should we get outta here, or what?”
“right now?” you question, eyes widening. “what about tee time?”
“you’re the only who’s so horny you’re on the verge of jumping pogues. m’just tryna help you-”
“shut up!”your face heats, looking around to make sure no one heard him. “by the way, between the two of us you’re the only one jumping pogues.”
“yeah, yeah. so not now, then?”
“a gentlemen as always, rafe. no, really, thank you, for showing me chivalry’s not dead.” you roll your eyes again, staring ahead at the bottles behind the bar. you don’t want to turn and look at rafe again, but you do.
“at this rate m’gonna have to show you what friends with benefits means too.”
“shut up.” it comes out like a hiss this time, narrowed eyes focusing in on your best friend and apparently, new fuck buddy.
“yeah, yeah. they’re at the table near the window.”
“thanks.” you walk in that direction, catching a glimpse of top and kelce, but your feet pause for a moment. you stay still, but glance back at rafe.
he’s not leaning against the bar anymore—he’s facing you, staring at you. blue eyes rake over your skin top to bottom, focusing on the pretty sandals and polished white toes, smooth lotioned skin, your short white skirt and tight golf shirt, with one too many buttons popped.
when you’re talking without ever shutting up, it’s hard for him to focus on anything but your glossy lips or long eyelashes fluttering when you roll your eyes. but now he’s taking it in—how easily you agreed to this little idea, how you talk a big game but you don’t seem as hesitant or upset as you were this morning.
you turn back and keep walking towards the table—rafe can tell you’re flushed. he’s fine with it, prefers it this way. anything’s better than you going on dates with strangers, showing them looks and emotions and other things that belong to him.
if you’re horny, all you had to do was tell him. downing the rest of his drink, he goes back to the table and like always, sits next to you.
kelce and top talk about the same old shit, until they focus their attention on you. you’re being quiet, not nearly as talkative or snippy as usual, and you haven’t said a word to rafe the whole time.
“and where’d you two go off to last night?” kelce asks, pointedly looking at rafe while he asks you the question.
“you guys know you left us stranded, right? we all came together. i mean i’m not saying self-absorbed but-” topper adds, but you cut him off.
“you’re really not one to talk about self-absorbed, are you top?” you shoot back, and kelce chokes on his water.
“easy,” rafe says, and normally you’d fire away something at him too, but this time you don’t. “we had somethin’ to take care of. but you got home didn’t you?”
“yes, but-” topper says, but rafe cuts him off again. you hold back a laugh.
“then shut up ‘bout it.”
“kelce’s mom had to pick us up. it was humiliating.” you snort into your lemonade, all four of you bursting into laughter. you turn to ask kelce a follow up question, and rafe’s staring at you while you laugh. something low in your stomach twists, like a butterfly trying to fly out and away.
when kelce and rafe start talking about the course today, topper leans in to say something to you.
“you’re getting mean. y’know that means you’re spending too much time with him.” you transfer your gaze from top to rafe, staring at the boy next to you.
the idea of what you would normally say floats through your head—something funny and earnest but still making top feel better, not saying sorry but making him laugh instead. nothing comes to mind.
“yeah. i guess i am.”
you sit through golf, reading your book in the cart while the boys play nine holes. your phone rings with a call from your parents about an hour in, and when you step away to take it, rafe follows you. the boys protest from the distance—it must have been his turn.
“you goin’ home?” rafe questions, and you jolt at the sound, not realizing he was right behind you.
“god. you scared me.” he doesn’t say anything, just keeps staring down at you. “yes, uh, mom wants me home for something.”
“you need a ride?”
“no, i drove here, remember?”
“oh. yeah. am i gonna see you tonight?” the words make you flush—stupidly, no matter how hard you try to fight it, knowing that they shouldn’t. the two of you are going to be terrible at this. “kid?”
“careful, rafe. you’re starting to sound like a boyfriend.”
“yeah. and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
sucking in a breath, tearing your gaze away with pretty blue eyes that are looking at you like maybe that wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world, you’re at a loss for words again. before all of this drama, you could count the amount of times you had been rendered speechless by rafe with no hands—since it had never happened. still with nothing to say, you turn around and start to walk away. foot steps follow you.
“hey, hey. m’joking, it’s just.. a joke. how about i come over later? and we’ll talk about it.” you spin on your heels to face him.
“talk about it? talk about what?”
“our.. arrangement. y’know talk about it..” he tilts his head stupidly and you can’t decide if you want to slap him or kiss him. “..fuck about it.”
“okay! that’s it. bye, rafe.” storming away, you almost wish you hadn’t heard what he called out after you.
“bye, kid. i’ll see you later.”
.☘︎ ݁˖
at ten pm that night, freshly showered and somehow in another one of rafe’s shirts, you were back to where you were this morning—brushing your hair. rafe doesn’t knock on your door, just barges in.
“oh my god-”
“hello to you too.” he steps in, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat on your bed. you spin on your chair to face him.
“how the hell do you keep getting in here?”
“what? your mom let me in.”
“you didn’t even text-”
“i told you at the club. you have selective memory, kid.” he looks you over again. “nice shirt.”
“oh shut up.” you turn away for a moment, setting the hairbrush down, biting your cheek. “so?”
“so?” he repeats. he’s smiling, you can just tell.
“aren’t we gonna talk about our arrangement? that’s what you told me at the club-” you finish in a mocking voice.
“what else is there to talk about? you wanna get laid, i don’t wanna see you with random guys.”
“i still don’t understand what’s wrong with the guys that i-” rafe cuts you off, and he sounds angry.
“of course you don’t understand. you don’t have’t think about this shit, because i think about it for you. what’d you gonna do when some guy starts sleepin’ with you ‘cause me and top pissed him off once? or one of those pogues, huh? to get back at us? take some video of you and send it to everyone? brag and show it off to everyone?”
“oh.”
“exactly. so m’lookin’ out for you. this is better, trust me.” the thing rafe’s saying are making sense. you were on board anyways, but you feel better that there’s a real reason behind it.
“but what about that girl-” you ask, though you don’t know what kind of answer you’re expecting. rafe sighs.
“what about that girl?”
“are-are you gonna sleep with other people too?”
“no. m’too busy anyways. works out for both of us.”
“oh. okay. promise?”
“when have i ever lied to you?” you sigh, about to protest, when he finishes his sentence. “promise.” you feel strangely reassured, like this is a good idea.
“okay. thanks.” you dodge his gaze, playing with your manicured nails, pink this time.
“alright. get on the bed.”
“rafe-”
“what? i just said-”
“you’re not even gonna, like, take me out for dinner first?”
“who the hell d’you think paid for your lunch?”
“i don’t know.. kelce? he got lunch last week. should i go sleep with him next?”
“ha-ha. get on the bed.”
“ugh. you’re so crass. i don’t even know how you get any girls-”
“yeah, yeah. are you gonna shut up now or what?”
you can’t think of anything to say, so you finally follow his instructions, crawling into your bed and sitting up against your pillows to look at rafe.
you’ve see him naked before. he’s seen you naked before. with all the time you spent together on the druthers or at the beach, you should be used to seeing him like this. he yanks off his shirt, pulling it off with a fist in the back over his head.
the first sign that this idea wasn’t going to go as planned should have been now—feeling your breath catch in your throat at the sight in front of you. your best friend shirtless, getting closer to your bed. your eyes rake over tan, muscled skin and the silver chain glimmering around his neck. you don’t realize you moved, body sliding down and back flat against your mattress while rafe starts to lean across the bed, his hand planted next to your head.
rafe’s hovering over you. your breathing shakes for a moment, wondering if it would be this easy for him to do this with any other girl. you dismiss the thought when rafe leans in to kiss you, but it almost seems too wrong to let it happen.
“wait-” you move your head a little so your lips are away from rafe’s. “are you sure? you don’t think it’s gonna be weird?”
“stop bugging out, kid.” he says it low and quiet, and your entire body quivers from the sound.
“answer the question, asshole.” rafe laughs, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. you can’t help it, you laugh too, turning to look at him. you think he’ll be grinning like something’s funny, but your smile dies the second you lock eyes.
he’s not smiling, he looks as serious as you’ve ever seen him. he licks his lips, moving his eyes over your body, his shirt and your bare legs.
“you wearin’ anything under this?”
he moves one of his hands from your knee to your thigh, stroking the soft skin. you curl your leg automatically, head lifting to watch his hands and your entire body trembling under his touch—it’s hot and electric, making your heart beat faster and the hairs on your arm stand up. he looks up from your legs to your face, watches you shake your head to answer no.
“good girl.”
your head falls back onto the pillow when the words leave his mouth. a chuckle leaves his mouth, but still he’s not smiling, it’s more just a noise of pleasure than anything else. rafe sits up between your legs, hands grabbing onto both of your legs and stroking again. he makes his way all the way to your hips, fingers dancing over the waistband of your panties.
you think he’ll stop, maybe at least answer your earlier question, though you can’t remember what you had even asked him. he doesn’t, fingers swiftly hooking around the fabric and pulling them down your legs. you suck in another breath, angling your foot so they fall onto the bed while you keep your eyes locked on him.
“y’ready?” he asks, and you nod, though you’re not sure what you’re agreeing to. his hands go back to your thighs, pushing his t-shirt up to expose more skin. you tense up, but he keeps a palm on your knee. “relax.”
before you can anticipate anything else, he strokes your pussy, which is shamefully wet already, with two fingers, prodding the sensitive skin and gathering wetness. he does that laugh again, like he can’t believe what he’s looking at, and you try to shut your trembling thighs in embarassment, but rafe holds them open.
“rafe-” but before you can finish your sentence, two thick fingers plunge inside you, “oh my god—!”
“hah. good.” when he pushes his fingers out, just to slam them back in, your eyes roll all the way back, another loud moan emitting from your mouth, sounds he’s thought about a hundred times before but still can’t compare to the real thing. but of course, you don’t need to know any of that. “don’t get too loud. y’folks are downstairs, remember?”
you don’t seem to remember. when he picks up the pace, really just wanting to test you and see how much you could take, you start moaning even louder, sweet breathy sounds filling the room. they’re just for him, and normally he’d want you screaming, but he can’t arouse too much suspicious, or your parents won’t ever let him back in the house. his other hand, the one holding your legs open, moves to your mouth, clamping his palm over your lips to keep your noises quiet.
you must like it, you clench around his fingers and your walls flutter when he locks eyes with you, almost hunched over you to keep you quiet while still fucking his fingers—now three, though he didn’t realize when he’d added another—into you.
rafe’s hard, and he can’t remember the last time he was patient enough to wait to get his dick wet, but he likes you like this, not just shutting up for once, but eyes shut and face twisted with pleasure, whimpering into his hand, legs shaking in his grip while you’re wet around his fingers.
“rafe-” you mumble, the sound all muffled. “m’gonna, ohh-” he picks up the pace, shushing you while battering into your pussy, listening to the gasps and whimpers through his palm while you cum all over his hand.
limbs like jelly and throat dry, you lay there, catching your breath. your skin’s hot and flushed, and you stare at rafe while he stares at you.
“what?” you question, and it comes out quiet, soft, like you’ve done something you shouldn’t have. he’s thinking a couple of things, some of which have no business being in his head at all. do you always get this wet? who else has seen you like this? who’s gonna get to hear you moan the way you just did for him some day?
“nothin’.”
“oh. okay.” you sit up against your headboard, pulling your—his—shirt down to cover up a little. “well, thank you.”
“yeah. no problem.” for a second he hestiates—briefly concerned you want him to leave now.
“well? come on.” you’re trying to sound like you always do, a little irritated at him, a little snarky. he can see through it this time.
“what?”
“get the condom. you’re the one who said we’re doing it today.” rafe watches for a second, wondering if he should laugh or yell at you, when you pull off his shirt. he stares at you, not moving, wondering why he thought this would be a good idea.
he’s seen you naked before, changing in the same room or when you two lost all boundaries and started walking into bathrooms while the other’s showering, but this seems different. propped against your headboard naked, with your cum on his fingers, asking him to get a condom. now that he’s seen you like this, he has a new life mission of making sure no one else ever gets to.
“god, you’re such a boy.”
“shut up.”
“you shut up. you talked such a big game and now you’re just staring at my boobs-” he moves quickly, fingers on your jaw, actually shutting you up.
“lie down.” biting your lip, you comply, sliding down so rafe was on top of you. “spread your legs.” you move to do so, but rafe uses his hands on your thighs to pull them apart before you can. you can’t look at his face, it almost feels too weird, so you decide to stare at his dick instead, watching him roll the condom on with a puzzled face.
“what?” he’s been looking at your face the whole time.
“nothing. if i had known you were this big i would’ve asked a while ago-” rafe starts laughing, a real one this time, and you burst into giggles too.
“stop-” and he gets closer to you, lining himself up with your wet cunt, “-making me laugh. shut up.”
“you’ve said shut up like thirty times but you won’t stop talking eithe-oh!” he pushes in all at once, and all the breath leaves your lungs. you gasp instead, toes curling, feeling incredibly full, the disbelief that you’re full of rafe quickly fading away.
you should have known he’d be good at this, good enough to actually get you to shut up. he starts a slow pace, thrusting in and out and you look up to see your best friend’s face contorted with pleasure, heavy breaths in your ears and the scent of his cologne overwhelming everything. his chain dangles on your neck, tickling you, and you try to permanently engrain the feeling into your memory.
you attempt to stay quiet, though the slam of the headboard against the wall is a dead giveaway. rafe pushes all the way out and then all the way back in with another slam, and there’s nothing you can do but take it, clamping your hand over your mouth now.
he manhandles your legs into place, pressing them to your chest while he continues the exhausting pace. you can’t discern anything but rafe’s quiet groans and heavy breaths. you’ve just cum but it doesn’t take long for that hot feeling to wind up again in your stomach, toes curling and eyes getting watery. your moans are still muffled, but the way rafe’s looking at you is only making them get louder.
your bottom lip must be bleeding from the way your teeth have been abusing it. rafe moves your hand out of the way and leans in for a hot kiss, his tongue in your mouth and swallowing all of your noises.
with a final oh god, oh god, oh god, moaned into rafe’s mouth, you cum hard around his dick, eyes pressing shut and stray tears falling down, rafe’s lips not leaving yours.
you don’t know why—but you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping the kiss going. rafe pulls away for a moment to breathe and you open your eyes, staring up at him through wet lashes, licking your swollen lips, while he looks back down at you.
he leans in for a final kiss, groaning into your mouth while he spills into the condom, still thrusting in and out of your sore pussy.
rafe rolls off of you, resting on your sheets beside you. you try to catch your breath.
“you didn’t last very long.”
“and how long did it take ya to cum all over my fingers?”
“oh, whatever. where’s my shirt?”
“it’s my shirt,” rafe says back, finding the discarded clothing on the ground and tossing it on your chest. you sit up, sliding his shirt back on. rafe’s standing, pulling on his shorts.
“are you leaving?” you ask, and you regret it the second it comes out, quiet and soft like you want him to stay.
you do want him to stay, but you don’t want him to know that you do. it all feels very complicated and your thighs are aching, your throat dry.
“no.” he sits back down next to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder like he always does. you lean into his chest.
“you kissed me,” you say quietly. you’re glad your face is pressed into his side, you don’t think you could handle looking at his face right now. “and you were quiet. i didn’t expect that.”
“your parents are downstairs, remember?”
“oh. i forgot.” you realize after that you don’t want him to know he fucked you so hard you forgot where you were and who was home.
“is kissing off limits?” rafe asks, and you almost choke processing the sentence. things you never thought rafe would say to you.”
“no.. it was nice.” you pause, listening to the silence of the room and the thud of rafe’s chest in your ear. you’re no expert—though you fear you’re about to become one—but it seems faster than normal. “you want ice cream? or cookies? i made some yesterday.”
“no, kid. it’s fine.” you chew your cheek nervously. you want rafe to want to stay, not just because you asked.
“you can go.. if you need to.” you look up at him and then look back down when he meets your eyes.
“why? got nowhere else to be.”
“oh. okay.”
“turn the tv on. we’ll watch your stupid movie”
“really?” your face lights up, grabbing the remote on your nightstand. you open up the blanket at the foot of the bed, covering both of you while you try to find you’ve got mail. you go back to your position and lean against rafe’s warm body, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. it’s not unusual, he’s done it before, but you don’t miss the fact that he’s decided to do it now. you try to push away the warm feeling blooming in your chest.
“don’t ever make a joke about sleeping with kelce or top again.”
.☘︎ ݁˖
your tired muscles wake up to the sun pouring into your bedroom. the light shines on rafe’s still-asleep figure, but you knew it wouldn’t wake him up, nothing ever does. you don’t remember falling asleep, barely remember anything after rafe showing up.
and the part where you slept with your best friend.
a guilt-trip dangles on the edge, about to take over, when you push it away and focus on the text messages on your phone instead.
top: rafe can’t believe u bailed on cod. u better be dead in a ditch somewhere
kelce: maybe princess finally killed him
top: stop hanging out without us
kelce: top lets just pull up next time
you laugh, and rafe stirs at the sound. you give his arm a shove.
“you ditched playing video games for me? i’m so flattered, rafey.”
“shut up.” he grumbles. “go back to bed. s’too early for this shit.”
“it’s nine in the morning. and i have pilates in an hour.”
rafe turns over, and you can’t deny it’s nice to have him in your bed for once—it seems like you’re always sleeping at tannyhill.
“didn’t get enough exercise last night? you need more?”
you fake a yawn, covering your mouth.
“exercise? what exercise? i don’t remember that. you mean the boring sex?”
rafe sits up, facing you. you choke back a laugh.
“you wanna say that again?”
“uhh-”
“in fact, why don’t you try and get up? ten bucks says you can’t even walk to the door.”
“i can’t believe the two of us even fit on this bed with your gigantic ego-”
“don’t see you walking. m’waiting.” you toss one of your throw pillows at him.
“get out!”
“alright. i’ll say good morning to your parents on my way-”
“okay! wait, stay.”
“s’what i thought.”
“some way to say good morning,” you mumble, scrolling through your other messages—a text from your other friends about a party tomorrow and a reminder for your pilates class.
“you woke me up.”
“oh whatever. i was just surprised you skipped a video game for this. but i guess most boys would.”
“there’s not much i wouldn’t skip for you.” you smile at rafe, misunderstanding him.
“that’s so nice. are you saying i’m a great lay?” he rolls his eyes.
“i’m trying to- shut up. what’d they say?” he picks up his phone.
about twenty minutes later, after checking the hallway (and that too on wobbly legs, just like the smug idiot had predicted) rafe leaves. like always, he says he’ll see you later.
you fall on your bed and dwell on the fact that rafe kissed you last night. it’s hard to focus on anything else, and with every passing second, you think this whole thing was a worse and worse idea.
but he doesn’t seem to think that way. he seemed fine. he’s better at the no-strings-attached thing than you, and you don’t think he would have suggested it if he didn’t think you could handle it.
with that thought lingering, you get dressed for pilates and hope it’s easier to walk before you see the boys again. you find out that it’s really not.
after your class, you check your phone, finding messages from top and kelce. game night and pizza at kelce’s house. you’re invited, of course, but you shoot them a message saying you’re staying home with your parents instead.
the second you press send, rafe’s contact photo lights up your screen.
“rafe?” you answer it without even waiting.
“what, not comin’ tonight? you always come.”
“oh, um-” you pace around your room, trying to think of a lie on your feet. “mom and dad wanted to stay in. you know. game night.” the words feel stupid, though you hope he’ll believe it.
“okay. you gonna swing ‘round after?”
“no, probably not. um, i’ll see you tomorrow?”
“yeah, tomorrow. have fun, kid.”
“you too. tell them i say hi.”
the rest of your day flies by and it’s not long before you’re curling up in bed with a tub of ice cream. your parents went out to dinner with some friends, while you contemplated what the hell you were doing with your own friends.
you four always had a standing date on saturday mornings in the summer—snacks and a spin on the boat. if you don’t go, it’s going to be incredibly obvious something was going on with you.
you call topper while you pack your boat bag—grabbing the necessities the boys always completely forget about; spray sunscreen, an extra baseball cap, a book for you when you inevitably get bored of listening to them talk.
“what’s up?” top says, and you’ve made your way into the kitchen, pulling out fruit to wash and cut.
“what time are we going on the boat? and i’m bringing strawberries and mangoes, is that fine?” topper is the pickiest when it comes to the fruit—kelce and rafe will eat whatever you bring.
“uh, i think noon. call rafe, we’re taking the druthers today.” crap. that’s what you were trying to avoid. it feels crazy the second you think it—trying to avoid rafe. you need to get it together. acting like some love sick girl over your best friend feels like the stupidest thing you’ve ever tried to do. he must bring it out in you. “do you have any of those oranges? the little ones?”
“i’ll bring ‘em. listen, i need to get ready, do you know the time? i’ll just meet you there.” your self-realization is going to have to wait for another day.
“noon, yeah. i’ll text it.”
“thanks top.”
you start an internal monologue on repeat—stop being weird about it. he’s still your best friend. be normal. he is not your boyfriend. you repeat it, but still pick out the prettiest bikini you own, yellow gingham and held together entirely by straps you’ve tied into pretty bows. you throw on one of the boys’ button-ups that’s ended up in your closet somehow on top.
walking onto the pier, you hesitate in front of the druthers. you don’t hear any of the boys, and though nothing’s stopped you from getting on and making yourself comfortable, you wait for a second.
it’s like he knows. rafe steps out from the bridge, and takes one look at you, eyes flicking up and down your body and taking in the yellow fabric that’s barely covering anything, before offering you his hand to get on.
“hey.”
“hey.” you look around. “nice weather.”
“yeah.”
“kelce and top running late? he told me noon.”
“those two are always late.” he’s staring at you, and this time it becomes clear, that he’s looking at you the way a boy who has been inside of you looks at you.
“i packed mangoes. you liked them last time.”
“yeah, i did.”
“i just hope they’re sweet.”
“yeah. they probably are. sweet.” rafe keeps looking, and you turn around to set your bag down. “listen, kid-”
“it’s a great day. good weather.”
“you already said that.”
“oh.”
“would you stop and look at me?”
“no, um,” you start, emptying out your bag onto one of the seats. “sorry, i’m busy.” you feel rafe grab your shoulder, turning you around. he’s not as rough as he could be, like he usually is.
“you okay?” he asks, and you feel stupid.
“i’m fine.. are you okay?”
“yeah. but you’re actin’ weird.”
“well yeah, rafe. we slept together. it’s weird.”
“you were on board-”
“i was. i am,” you clarify. surprising even to yourself, you think you still are. “doesn’t make it not weird. imagine if you and kelce slept together. wouldn’t it be weird?” rafe’s face twists into a mixture of disgust and concern. “okay. bad example. sorry.”
“yeah. m’just saying, i wanna make sure you’re okay. but i don’t regret it if that’s what you’re afraid of. and nothin’ has to change.” hearing him say it makes you feel better. you repeat the words, tasting the feel of it on your tongue.
“right. nothing’s changed. you’re still rafe. i’m still me.”
“it doesn’t have to happen again, if you don’t want it to.” you stare up at him with crossed arms.
“why are you being so nice about it?”
“jeez, kid. what, you-you want me to be a dick ‘bout it? sounds like you’d prefer that.”
“no, just. it’s weird when you’re nice.” you look at him for a second before the two of you start laughing. “y’know what i mean.”
“alright. i’ll stop being nice.”
“thank you. now where are these two? i wanna read my book.”
“probably still sleepin’. played until-” rafe keeps talking, but you realize you’re only half paying attention. he takes his shirt off, and at the very sight of his chain sparkling in the sun, you realize you’re no better than the girls who chase after him. “what?”
“hm?” a little dazed, you look up from his abs to his face.
“you’re starin’.”
“oh. you think we have enough time before they show up?”
“time for what?” rafe stares at you while you stare at him. “oh.”
turns out he thought you did have enough time. you end up with your cheek pressed against the tan sofa in the cabin, body folded with your head down and ass up. rafe’s slamming into you from behind, and though it’s only the second time with him, you think there’s no pleasure in the world comparable.
from this angle he feels even bigger than yesterday. you feel tighter, or maybe it’s just the way your cunt is sucking him in, he thinks, thrusting in and out with his hands grabbing the fat of your ass, watching it bounce with every one of his motions. he has an urge to untie your bikini top, just so he can look at the expanse of the bare skin of your back, but he knows you’ll fuss if he does. he settles for shoving the thin yellow fabric of your bottoms to the side, yanking it so hard that you’re scared it’ll rip.
“be—oh—careful,” you get out in between moans, louder than the first time and louder still than he thought you’d be. he likes it more than he should. you already came once, but he wants to see if he can get another out of you.
“shut up,” rafe groans, eyes fixated on your perky ass, the one he’s stared at in hundreds of short dresses and tiny skirts, bikinis that he shouldn’t let you wear and panties he gets an eyeful of when you’re asleep in his bed. “jus’ take it-”
you keep moaning against the couch, head shoved in to muffle what you can, but it’s when you look back at him, turning your head to watch rafe slam into you with wet, lustful eyes, tired from how hard he had just made you cum, that he really can’t take it, finishing hard and fast while you let out pretty mewls that are still ringing in his ear.
he pulls out, adjusting your bikini bottoms to cover you up, though there’s visible wetness staining them. your inner thighs are shiny where your juices glisten. rafe has to tear his eyes away, you keep your legs clamped shut.
“you okay?” he asks, trying to catch his breath. you don’t speak, just nod. “c’mon.” rafe offers you a hand, again, and you accept, following him outside and into the sun, even though you’re so tired you could fall asleep where you were.
“thanks.” you say, wiping your neck of the sweat that has collected there. he watches you do it. “sorry, i don’t have a tip or anything. how about some fruit instead? call it even?”
“shut up, kid. m’not a hooker, you fuckin’ weirdo.”
“no, of course not,” you gasp, like you’d never suggest such a thing. “the correct term is escort, rafe. it’s all very american gigolo.”
“you watch too many movies.” but you still hear him laugh when the two of you step onto the deck.
“what’s so funny?” you hear top’s voice, freezing up. you catch rafe’s eye, before looking away
“nothin’, man-” rafe starts, but you start talking over him.
“just debatin’ how long it would take you idiots to get ready. got enough gel there, top?” rafe and kelce laugh while topper narrows his eyes at you.
your days are on the boat are always fun—the boys steer while you enjoy the breeze and the sun. you pass the fruit around and read your book—another romance beach read, of course. this one’s about two best friends falling in love. you can’t find the will to keep reading.
you tune in a conversation about a party tonight.
“are we going?” you ask, looking expectantly at the three boys in front of you.
“yeah. why wouldn’t we?” kelce says. you shift your gaze to rafe, who gestures to your thighs with his eyes. you clamp your legs shut, flushing.
“fun. what time?”
.☘︎ ݁˖
finding a little hard to walk straight after your little tryst on the boat, you switch your heeled sandals for a pair of sneakers for tonight. you smooth out your pretty blue dress in the back of top’s jeep. him and kelce are in the front, you and rafe in the back, pulling up to whichever family that was off-island’s mansion for the evening. the music was blaring, audible from even down the street, with two boys carring a keg into the house while top parked.
“are they celebrating something?” you question, staring at the crowds of people inside.
“yeah. the fact that it’s saturday night,” kelce answers, and you shove the back of his head from the backseat.
you hear rafe and top talking about something, though you can’t make it out. yesterday you thought, dreading when the boys swung by your house to get you, that it would be awkward to sit next to rafe and act like nothing had happened. surprisingly after the conversation this morning, you find that it’s not. he leaned over to open the door for you to get in, asked you how your class was, did the things he always did.
topper’s an idiot for boosting his wheels, and you’d told him as much when he showed you guys for the first time. getting down is a nightmare, even more in your sore state (which you are attributing to the pilates and not the boy sitting next to you right now).
you turn to look at rafe again but he’s not there, and instead you see him in your window, opening the door and offering you a hand to get down. rafe’s probably helped you down a dozen times. this feels different, you admit to yourself, holding onto his hand to get down and keenly aware of his other hand hovering around your waist.
inside, the party is in full swing, one corner by the windows with billows of smoke and a group of boys in another corner mixing drinks.
the four of you end up like always—divided into half on opposite ends of a painted pong table from someone’s old frat house. some girl top’s been talking to makes her way over, hanging off his arm before long. rafe watches you toss the white ball, your nose scrunching up in concentration. you cheer when it goes in, turning to hug kelce. you’ve only had two cups but you’re getting tipsy already, he can tell.
“top. top!” rafe shouts over the music, but he’s too busy talking to the girl to notice.
“man, he’s clearly busy,” kelce says with a laugh.
“i agree. looks like that one’s for you, rafe.” you look at him with a giddy smile, leaning forward on the table, palms pressed flat. he wishes you wouldn’t—he can see down the front of your dress from this angle. you cheer when rafe chugs the cup of cheap beer.
he should make the next one just to get back at you, but he doesn’t want you to get too drunk. instead he misses, the ball falling right into kelce’s hands.
if you were sober, you’d roll your eyes—you’d recognize that rafe missed on purpose. he’s better at this than all of you combined.
“give me five,” rafe says to top, casting one more glance back at you and kelce before walking towards a group of people on the couches and fishing something out of his pocket.
he’s gone, at most, ten minutes, and returns to find kelce missing. his place is taken by some brunette boy, who is currently trying to show you the best way to toss the ball. he’s standing awful close, a hand on your shoulder, his gaze on your exposed skin while you stare at the red cups.
“who the fuck is this?” rafe barks, though with the music blasting, only topper can hear him.
“i dunno, kelce ran off with that chick he’s been hooking up with-” the white ping pong ball lands in the red cup closest to rafe. he hopes he doesn’t look up to see something that’s gonna piss him off, but it’s dashed in seconds—you hugging the stranger in glee that you made another shot.
he swings around the table, shooting a glare at the boy while putting himself in between the two of you. he faces the boy first.
“get lost.” the boy tries to say something, but rafe interrupts before he can get a word out. “get. lost.” you watch him scramble away, rafe turning to face you.
“c’mon. we’re done with pong.”
“but i made the last one!”
“i said we’re done. y’lucky i don’t take your ass home.”
“we just got here. why would you take me home?” you question.
for all the big talk, all the jokes and banter and emotions you’re trying to bury, you still don’t understand the simple truth known to everyone that’s ever met you and rafe—he’s never going to be happy seeing you with any boy besides himself.
“what’s wrong?” you question softly, looking up at him with big, confused, drunk eyes, not snarky like he thought you might be.
“no. just.. stop talkin’ to strangers, s’all.”
“but he was nice!” you yell over the music, picking up another cup from the table and taking a sip. you hate beer, but they took top’s jeep and not rafe’s truck, so there’s no spiked seltzer here for you.
“no he wasn’t.” he takes the cup from your hand, pouring half the beer out into another cup before shoving it back in your hand.
“yeah he was! don’t you want that? the sooner i find a nice guy we can stop all of this, right?” you look at him earnestly, before chugging the rest of your beer.
“alright, you’re cut off.”
the rest of the night goes by the same as all the others—kelce and top into a competition to see who can get more drunk, you tipsy enough to talk loudly about anything that comes to mind and rafe scaring away any guy who stares at you for too long. you stare at rafe’s back when he goes to sell, watching a pretty girl touch his arm when he’s counting the cash she’s handed him.
you look away since you feel the beer coming back up, anger bubbling. you focus on topper, trying to follow along with his nonsensical conversation about his ex-girlfriend.
“don’t worry,” kelce says, and you turn your gaze on him, confused. “he didn’t even look at her.”
“what?” but his eyes aren’t on you, glancing behind you. you turn, though you shouldn’t, looking at rafe, two girls laughing at something while he opens the little white packet for them. glancing at kelce, and then at top, who is keeled over on the sofa, nursing a half-empty bottle of tequila just by himself, you walk over to where rafe is.
“wait, don’t-” kelce calls out after you, but you don’t listen.
“rafe, i think top’s ready to go. are you?” you interrupt his conversation with the two girls, and though you despise the fact that you’re doing this, you realize kelce was right. he wasn’t even looking at them. you gesture at your two other best friends on the couch, kelce trying to yank the bottle from top’s grip.
“yeah, kid. c’mon, this place is dead anyways.” you smile, though you shouldn’t let rafe see it. no, your smile is for the girls. you feel an unparalled joy when rafe swings his arm around you, guiding you back to the couch.
you shouldn’t look back, but you do. the girls look mad and you feel happy.
this is fucked—the very thought sobers you. you shouldn’t be happy that those girls think there’s something between you and rafe, but you are.
rafe manhandles topper into standing up, while kelce turns to talk to you. he’s drunk, and it comes out like a laugh. you smile, thinking he’s going to make some joke about top and tequila.
“you’re just as toxic as he is. hah. and i thought rafe was bad-”
“what?” you ask, but rafe cuts you off before you can figure out what kelce means.
“kelce, it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t puke in the back.”
“man, why am i always on top watch-”
in the car, you pick the music while rafe drives. you notice he keeps an eye out in the backseat, with top’s head half out the window and kelce texting on his phone.
“did you sell a lot?” you ask. you’ve never really mentioned it before, so rafe didn’t expect it tonight.
kelce’s words linger in your head. if you weren’t sober before he said that, you certainly are now.
“enough. why?”
“just wondering. i saw you before we left, that’s all.” you look at the road ahead, listening to the quiet tune of the bryson tiller song you’d put on.
“you saw me?”
“with the pretty girl throwing herself at you? hard not to see.” you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth—you sound bitter and angry, two things you truly are, but you don’t want rafe to know already.
“what, you jealous, kid?”
“why would i be jealous? you’re not my boyfriend.” it comes out louder than you expected, trying to talk over top and kelce’s voices in the backseat.
“no, m’not.”
you bite your cheek and stare out the window.
“not to interrupt, or anything, but i think top’s gonna puke-” you jolt when rafe slams on the brakes.
tannyhill is fifteen minutes from where the party was, but it takes fifty minutes to get back. rafe pulled over twice to let topper puke on the side of the road, so it’s three am before the four of you get back.
you want to go home—the alcohol in your system and unfinished conversation with rafe have left you feeling queasy too, but it’s three in the morning. top and kelce are too drunk to drive you, and you don’t want to ask rafe.
you decide that you don’t want to be alone with rafe either, changing into one of the shirts you’d brought from home and stupidly looking down realizing it’s one of rafe’s. did you own a single t-shirt that wasn’t from his closet? where had all of your clothes gone?
grumpy that you’re in his clothes, upset that he had pretty much admitted he wasn’t your boyfriend, and riddled with the assumption that he meant he would never be your boyfriend, you collect a pillow and one of the blankets from his bed, walking out the door when you hear rafe’s voice saying your name.
“where the hell are you goin’?” facing him, you stare at your feet.
“the couch.”
“when have you ever slept on the couch here?”
“i’m starting something new.”
“get in bed before i drag you there.” you groan, thumping both feet on the ground before stalking into the room. rafe exhales loudly, loud enough that you hear it, before muttering something under his breath and following you inside, closing the door.
you sit on the bed, but before you can think about what you’ve done, you bunch up a pillow in your hand.
“you-” you throw the pillow at rafe, which misses him completely. “suck!” the second thuds against his chest, before falling on the ground. you huff from your position on the bed.
rafe picks up both pillows, dropping them on the bed.
“what the hell was that?”
“this whole thing was a mistake.”
“it’s been two days.”
“well i’m an emotional fuck!”
“yeah, i can tell.” you pick up the pillow again, whacking rafe’s side with it.
“ugh! you can’t just-” your hands falter, dropping next to you while you look up at rafe through wet eyes. “-just say that us sleeping together is a good idea because you don’t want me with any other guys. what the fuck am i supposed to do with that?”
“i don’t know! you’re the fuckin’ clueless one. what’d you think that means?”
“stop! just tell me! stop making me think, i’m so drunk and everything is mental gymastics with you-”
“well stop throwin’ my own pillows at me!”
“you suck, rafe. all of this and you can’t just tell me whether you like me or not?”
in hindsight, you don’t know where the question came from. maybe a small part of you that wasn’t willfully ignorant suspected a long time ago that the way rafe acts towards you is more than just overprotective friendship. you had buried the thought the second it emerged—rafe cameron doesn’t have girlfriends, doesn’t do relationships. the rafe that’s been your best friend was your best friend for that very reason, because you weren’t in love with him.
or at least you thought you weren’t in love with him. and at least, he thought you weren’t in love with him.
the truth, you’re beginning to realize, watching rafe grab the pillow you’re about to hit him with out of your hands and set it down, is that rafe only acts the way he does with you, and no one else. the drinks you like in the back of his car, his shirts in your closet, the bed you share and all the time you two spend alone. you thought it was a great friendship, and maybe it was. but all along there’s been something bubbling underneath the surface, the feeling in the pit of your stomach when he started talking to that girl, how angry you get when you see him with any girl that’s not you.
you thought rafe’s a dick for giving you such a hard time about any boy you try to talk to. he is a dick, but you’re the bitch that can’t stand seeing him with another girl.
and as the thoughts rush through your head, rafe looks at you in his bed, in his shirt, and realizes the answer to your question is that there’s no one in the world he likes more than you.
“you should have told me ‘bout the emotional fuck part.”
“you should have just confessed.”
“nah, not really my thing.” he sits down on the bed next to you, and you stare up at blue eyes that are looking at you, a smile on his lips. “this whole thing was a bad idea.”
“it’s been two days,” you mock.
“yeah, well, we tried it.”
“do you regret it?” you hold your breath for the moment of truth.
“c’mon kid. yeah, i do. ‘cause i’m not letting you out of my sight after this. you’re dating me or no one at all.”
“so if we break up-”
“straight to the convent for you. don’t worry, i’ll send you a care package. strawberry seltzer and those porno books-”
“shut up.”
“you shut up. and get the fuck into bed. it’s late.”
“you don’t want one last emotional fuck? on your last day as a single man?” you tease, crawling under the sheets.
“learn how to read a clock. it’s past midnight.”
“oh. whatever, you know what i mean.”
“i guess i can be convinced-” he leans in for a kiss, and you hold your breath waiting for it, when there’s a sharp knock on the door.
“guys. sorry to interrupt whatever the hell this is, but i think top needs to get his stomach pumped.”
#😭here it is#i am so nervous about this if you think it’s ass . i apologize in advance#kook trio reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
What about Charles just posting his girlfriend (Toto’s daughter) on her birthday, and he gets her like a bunch of expensive gifts and all the drivers make their own posts cause everyone really likes her?
birthday wishes | charles leclerc instagram au
pairing: charles leclerc x wolff!reader
it's grid princess y/n wolff's birthday - also known as an f1 national holiday
mercedesamgf1
liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton and 721,078 others
tagged: yourusername
mercedesamgf1: did you hear? it's our own y/n wolff's birthday - an f1 national holiday (it's good to see she's always bothered everyone with a microphone)
view all 77,056 comments
yourusername awwwwwww thank yewwwww xx
susiewolff happy birthday baby xx
user44 why is the wolff family so fucking iconic
lewishamilton favourite wolff (don't fire me toto)
charles_leclerc <33333
yourusername added to their story
[caption: my lovely boy]
charles_leclerc
liked by yourusername, pierregasly and 1,089,566 others
tagged: yourusername
charles_leclerc: happy birthday to the love of my life, you make everyday worth living and make me the happiest i've ever been. there's no one i'd rather holiday with, argue about racing with and spoil than you xx
view all 104,561 comments
user34 omg i need a love like theirs
yourusername i love you so much pretty boy xx
georgerussell63 toto just fell to his knees in the factory
user77 lmaooooooooo
pierregasly my feet still hurt from these shopping trips
lewishamilton
liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and 1,223,457 others
tagged: yourusername
lewishamilton: happy birthday little sister - another year of causing chaos and giving toto a heart attack every three working days
view all 81,756 comments
user89 i love their sibling relationship
mercedesamgf1 our favourites (and george)
yourusername awww love you lew xx
pierregasly
liked by yukitsunoda0511, yourusername and 541,234 others
tagged: yourusername
pierregasly: happy birthday to my favourite member of our weird triangle - please share the gifts charles got you i picked most of them out
view all 12,678 comments
user45 this weird platonic throuple is my favourite thing ever
yourusername i love you and thank you but stop kissing my bf
yukistunoda0511 happy birthday y/n !! BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CHEATED ON ME PIERRE ???
user66 the domestic in this comment section right now
maxverstappen1
liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and 611,203 others
tagged: yourusername
maxverstappen1: happy birthday to my favourite drinking partner let’s never get so drunk that we get locked on the balcony and have to get charles to let us back in
view all 24,089 comments
yourusername you said we'd never bring that night up again (thank you for the gifts xx)
charles_leclerc keep bringing it up max cause i still haven't recovered from the jumpscare of you guys on the balcony on a random matress
user67 i love how y/n and charles brought charles and max back together defo an underrated friendship
alexalbon
liked by lilymunhe, yourusername and 112,098 others
tagged: yourusername
alexalbon: happy birthday to the only one the albon pets actually likes !! hope you enjoyed the mouse horsey caught for you
view all 9,876 comments
yourusername it was my favourite gift obvs xx
charles_leclerc i literally brought you everything you ever mentioned wanting
yourusername horsey committed a federal crime for me sharl
georgerussell63 you're telling me they never loved me ???
alexalbon they tolerated you
landonorris
liked by yourusername, danielricciardo and 321,086 others
tagged: yourusername
landonorris: haps baps to my dj mom and the only person as bad as me at putting furniture together enjoy the ikea cabinet i got you
view all 14,359 comments
user321 that stream of them trying to put the most simple thing from ikea together was the funniest thing i've ever seen
yourusername thank you so much lando (that's not coming out of the box until dad visits)
user459 of course she was the one teaching him to dj
martingarrix am i joke to you?
mickschumacher
liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton and 439,667 others
tagged: yourusername
mickschumacher: happiest of birthdays to my travel partner - thank you for always looking after my passport and i hope you enjoy the holiday i managed to book without your help for once !!
view all 14,501 comments
user78 omg the return of mick and y/n travel vlogs???
yourusername i'm so so excited mickey thank yeww
charles_leclerc pls don't steal her for long
danielricciardo
liked by maxverstappen1, yourusername and 607,893 others
tagged: yourusername
danielricciardo: happy birthday champ - now i'm on permenant off season should we actually go on man v food??
view all 17,893 comments
yourusername i'm so down for that
charles_leclerc easy for you to say you don't have to deal with you being sick in the car
danielricciardo lmao not my problem
yourusername
liked by f1, charles_leclerc and 2,093,144 others
yourusername: thank you all for making this birthday the best one yet + i love you so much charlie thank you for everything xx
note: thank you for the request lovely hope you liked it xx
#f1#f1 instagram au#f1 x you#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc#charles leclerc instagram au#charles leclerc instagram edit#charles leclerc x reader
3K notes
·
View notes
Note
first of all i love you. really. everything that you're writing is making my life so much better, so thank u <3 if that's okay for u, could you write something where reader is a single mom, she has a little girl and her daughter is very attached to billy? and it's the most sweetest thing ever cause billy loves her, calls her little princess (very sweet tooth 😭) one night, her daughter asks billy to read a storie for her to sleep and he does so and in the end, she says something like "i wish you were my dad" and it's just so cute and funny cause she gagged everyone, reader is like "babe!!!!" while billy is in shock but at the same time his heart is melting 🥺🥺 (sorry if this is too much, just write if u want!)
oh im. gonna cry and sob and piss everywhere this is the sweetest softest thing ive ever read yes oh my god
billy would be so so sweet with your daughter, especially if she was around 4-6 years old. at first you were worried that a man like him wouldn’t want anything to do with a single mother, especially one as young as you. but he never asked you to explain, and never judged you for it. all he ever did was treat you like a queen, and your daughter like a princess.
and your little girl is just enamored with him. she follows after him like a little duckling, so much so that billy starts to call her “ducky”. it makes her giggle every single time, always makes billy smile all warm and fond. they get on like a house on fire, your man and your baby girl. billy teaches her things like how to ride a horse, how to tie all kinds of knots, how to rope a little goat even. your daughter tells you one evening, her little face very serious, that she thinks “billy knows everything, mama. everything!” you want to let her believe it for as long as possible.
on this particular day, all 3 of you had spent the day together. billy had showed up bright and early to take you for a picnic out in a meadow behind your house, a daylong excursion that lasted until the sun slowly set. it was late spring, cicadas beginning to sing in the tall grass. once it got dark outside, billy pulled out a jar and showed your daughter how to catch fireflies. once they had about 10 of them, they sat on the blankets with their heads ducked together to observe them, giving each one a unique name.
“let’s call this one tommy,” she says, pointing at a bug near the bottom.
“perfect name, ducky. how’d you get so good at this?”
your little girl giggles, shrugging and letting billy name the next one. it makes your heart so happy to see a man with so much patience and love for your daughter.
when you finally return to the house, it’s time to get your kid ready for bed. tired and pliant from her long day outside catching bugs and weaving flower crowns (that of course billy taught her how to do), she goes down without much of a fight. she does ask billy to stay and tell her a bedtime story, though, and he’s never been one to deny that sweet little face whatever she wants.
you half-listen as billy spins some wild tale about a princess who slay dragons herself, one who doesn’t need a prince to come and rescue her. she’s strong and brave and guess what? she looks just like your little girl, same hair color and little lilac colored dress. his story makes her smile, even as her sleepy eyes begin to blink more slowly. when he finishes, he leans down to kiss her forehead softly and tuck her blanket around her small little body.
“i wish you were my daddy,” she murmurs sleepily, rubbing her eye with one small fist. you see billy freeze and slowly look to you, unsure what to say.
“oh, baby—“ you start, taking a step forward. billy gently cuts you off, which you welcome, not sure what to tell her.
“you know, ducky, sometimes i wish that too,” he whisper conspiratorially. her eyes light up curiously.
“really?” she asks, looking up at him.
“mhm,” he says with a nod. “but i think this little thing we have going here is even more special. you know why?”
she waits for an answer, eyes full of curiosity and wonder at the man sitting on the edge of her bed.
“because i didn’t help to give you life, life gave you and me to each other. and that’s pretty special, don’t you think?”
your little girl smiles, nodding her head. you swallow hard, your eyes feeling a little misty at the way he loves your baby and she loves him. it’s so pure, so unconditional the way they’ve attached themselves to each other.
billy smiles at her and brushes her hair away from her face, giving her chubby cheek a soft caress.
“sweet dreams, baby girl.”
“goodnight billy,” she says with a little yawn, snuggling down into her pillow. billy blows out the oil lamp beside her bed, following you out of her bedroom and closing the door softly.
“i’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn—“ he’s cut off by you grabbing his face and pulling him down into a dizzying kiss. you smile against his mouth when he doesn’t hesitate for even a second to kiss you back, his arms winding around your waist to pull you closer.
“thank you,” you whisper when you finally break away for air. “for loving both of us, for taking care of us.”
“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for that. i’ll always be here to take care of my two best girls,” he says with a grin, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “and who knows? maybe one day soon you’ll let me put a ring on that pretty little finger and that little girl in there can call me whatever she wants.”
#oh im sobbing this is so sweet#lowkey i wanna make a series now of little moments with billy and reader’s little girl#anon#billy the kid#billy the kid x reader#billy the kid x you#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader
435 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Final Goodbye... (Lancaster in the end.)
So with RT gone and with RWBY never going to get a satisfying ending I made this instead.
Salem: ... It has begun.
Tyrian: May I ask, what has begun exactly, your evilship?
Salem: The end of the universe.
Tyrian: Oh... Can we stop that?
Salem: I'm afraid not. It has been decided by someone higher than me.
Tyrian: Someone higher. Is it the twin gods?
Salem: Ehhh..... Someone much higher than even them I'm afraid.
Tyrian: I see... So this is it then?
Salem: This is it.
Tyrian: Then I'm proud that I was your number one henchman.
*flash*
think of this as the same thing that destroyed the multiverse during the crisis on infinite earth.
Somewhere in Vacuo
Yang: Well this sucks.
Blake: Tell me about it. Just right when we're finally together,
Yang: I know babe. And before we get to be erased from existence I want to say to you again.
I love you.
Blake: Come here...
*flash*
Tai: There goes my daughter.
Raven: At least she died with someone she loved.
Tai: ...It doesn't mean she hates you know.
Raven: Tai. We're about to die. So you don't have to lie to make me feel better.
Tai: If it makes you feel any better Yang doesn't want to spend her final moment with me either.
Raven: Some parents we are.
Tai: The last time I check I was the parent. And you were the one that left us.
Raven: I know that! Do you think I want to leave her in the first place and leave you?! But it's too late for that now.
Tai: You know maybe we can try again. You can apologize to Yang in the next life.
Raven: I-I would like that...
*flash*
Willow: I really picked a bad time to stop drinking.
Whitley: At least we can spend our last family time together.
Weiss: As much I hate saying this. I'm glad I at least got to spend my last time on Remnants with you, mom and.... Wait a sec, where did Winter go?
Qrow: Boy. I really picked a good time to start drinking.
Winter: Qrow. There's something I wanted to tell you.
Qrow: Fire away Ice queen.
Winter: *gets down on one knee* Qrow Branwen will you marry me?
Qrow: Uhhh.... all right.
Winter: Great. Let me introduce you to my family. Weiss meet your new brother in-law.
Qrow: Uh hey Ice princess. I guess I'm marrying your sister now.
Weiss: WHAT!!! If you think I'm letting a drunk deadbeat marrying my sister then you must be fuc...
*flash*
Ruby: This it Jaune. Are you scared?
Jaune: Very. So how do you feel Ruby.
Ruby: Same... It's not supposed to end this way.
Jaune: I know Rubes, but what done is done. And I'm glad I got to spend the end of the world with a friend.
Ruby: Yeah... Ah screw it. Jaune please don't get mad at me.
*kiss Jaune on the lips*
Jaune. I love you.
Jaune: W-what?
Ruby: I said I love you, you dork! I've been in love with you for a long time. I always wanted to tell you this but there was never a good time to do so.
Jaune: I see. Then I also have a confession to make. I feel the same way too. For a long time. I thought you don't feel the same way as I do.
Ruby: Well now we know. I just wish we have more time. To go on more dates, to go on a beach together, to get married, have kids and grow old togethers....
I don't want to die Jaune. Not yet. Not until we achieve our dreams together.
Jaune: I know Ruby but it's too late for that. At least we will die together.
Ruby: I guess there are worst ways to die. Jaune I love you and I hope we get to see each others again in the next life and the next life after that.
Jaune: Ruby I love you too. And I promise to always find you no matters where you are.
Ruby: And I will promise to always love you.
*kiss Jaune for the last time*
*flash*
Will make an epilogue if this gets 100 likes.
#rwby#jaune arc#ruby rose#lancaster#lancaster rwby#jaune x ruby#ruby x jaune#rwby lancaster#yang xiao long#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#blake x yang#bumbleby rwby#bumbleby#qrow branwen#winter schnee#willow schnee#salem rwby#tyrian callows#rwby tyrian#qrowin#tai x raven#tai xialong#raven branwen#rwby shitpost#rwby ships#rooster teeth#crisis on infinite earths
179 notes
·
View notes
Text
She's My Wife — Daemon Targaryen x F!Reader
summary: Daemon can be considered the rogue prince, cruel and greedy. But not when it comes to you
tws: smut, angst
(my first smut after a long time..)
part 2!! the first is here
You woke up, completely sleepy. All you remembered was that you went to bed extremely late, the sun was almost up. Daemon managed to keep you up all night, we can say that he really was right when he said that he would make up for the months you didn't touch each other. But now you've run your hand through the sheets and found nothing.
A feeling of frustration flooded you, you wished deeply that he was there. He had probably already woken up and was taking a walk with Caraxes, as he usually does in the mornings.
You sat up in bed and stretched, you had forgotten you were naked. Of course it wouldn't be a problem, after all, you were in your room. But it was still weird. You looked around for your nightgown or any trace of it. Nothing, there was nothing.
You saw that as a reason to stay in bed longer, and you did. You didn't nap, you just picked up a book and read a few chapters, it wasn't the best book, but it got you out of your boredom until Daemon came back.
"Good morning princess" he said as soon as he entered the room, amazing his mood so early.
"Good morning" you muttered back, not really pissed off, just wanted to see how he would react.
But maybe deep down you were a little upset that he left you alone in bed.
You didn't hear his voice anymore, and you decided not to look to see where he was. Until you felt the bed move, and noticed him next to you. You pretended not to notice, really tried to make your book seem more interesting.
"Forgive me" he whispered in your ear, slowly kissing your neck. His icy hands slipped, taking your book out of your hands and tossing it off the bed "Let me redeem" his warm voice lit you up entirely. "Come on princess, give me a chance"
"Where have you been?" you finally looked at him.
"I don't want to bore you" he placed soft kisses all over her neck.
"You won't" you insisted. But he silenced you with a soft kiss, which soon turned fierce.
He climbed on top of you, taking you completely. He kissed every bit of your body, and whispered dirty things in your ear. You pulled him closer, and you moaned in his ear, making him lose control.
You kissed his neck, and he nibbled yours, leaving little marks that gave a satisfying ache. He kissed you incessantly, you couldn't get enough, your body was on fire. You needed him, needed to feel him inside.
"Dae" you moaned the nickname you gave him "Please.. Please, i need you"
It was enough for him to be inside you the second after. You didn't even notice the moment he took off his clothes, only the second later he was inside you. He started taking slow lunges, taking control of the thing. You grabbed your hands in the sheets, and you let him lead you to feel.
You knew how much of an encouragement your moan was to him. And you did, low enough for him to hear your soft requests. It bit your module, and you threw your head back. Returning her hand to his neck.
"You know how much I love being inside you," he said breathlessly, and began to increase the speed of his thrusts.
Pleasure was stealing your thoughts, you could only think how good you felt at that moment. You didn't care anymore that he didn't wake up next to you because he was inside you. And with every second that passed you were closer to reaching your peak. Your groans became needy and more needy.
"Do it for me" he smiled, you could barely keep your eyes open but his smile was enough. He aggressively grabbed one of your thighs and thrust. You moaned loudly, shamelessly.
A few seconds later your body started to melt with the sensation of pleasure, you felt so fucking good. And he demonstrated the same, as you both reached the apex at the same moment. He fell on top of you, and you stayed like that, resting for a few minutes in silence, while he was still inside you. Just your two heavy breathing making some noise in the room.
When he came out of you, you took a deep breath, still out of breath. He looked at you and gave you a tired smile. You remembered the conversation you two had earlier, you didn't want to bring it up, you were just curious.
"You still haven't told me where you were" you let out a laugh.
When you didn't notice a smile or something, you really started to worry.
"Everything is fine?"
"I'm going to Stepstones" he said at last, sitting down again.
You sat next to him, picking up strands of his white hair. You move it around, trying to ease your anxiety at the thought of Daemon heading to Stepstones, where the situation was miserable.
"When?" you asked quietly, still messing with his hair. "When are you leaving?"
"Today"
You didn't say anything, you were quiet. Stuck in your anxious thoughts, wondering what could happen.
"Say something" he whispered, holding your hand.
"You said you would stay with me" you reminded him "No missions, no danger"
"I know my love, I'm sorry" he turned around, facing you, held your face even as you tried to pull away.
"No, Daemon"
"Dont do this with me" he faltered, but you were already putting on your your soft robe.
"I need to take a shower" was all you said. You went to the window, giving him time to get dressed and leave the room.
You didn't want it that way, you just didn't want to make it difficult for him to leave.
A few minutes after you were alone in the room, the maids ran a hot bath, and you hid in the tub. You didn't leave when the water turned warm, or when you were told Daemon was leaving. You stayed until the water was ice cold, and you felt the same way.
The sheets had been changed, and your clothes on the floor had been washed. Even the book, which Daemon had thrown on the floor, was now closed and tucked away. You didn't go out to eat, you weren't hungry.
Some hours later, they brought you tea. You took it and lay down. Already sleeping, even though it was still light outside. You tried not to think about Daemon, and how he was doing, but you failed every single second.
You missed him, and you felt stupid for the way you reacted earlier. I would like to reverse this situation, go back in time and hug him. But you couldn't.
So you had a crazy idea, and you acted on it.
You put on your travel clothes, and asked to prepare your dragon for your departure. Everyone was confused, and asked you not to leave the castle as it could be dangerous. But you used to fly your dragon all your teenage years, you knew how to take care of yourself.
And so he did, flying to where the camp was and Daemon too. When you arrived it was at sunset, so you landed near a hill, and walked towards them. The soldiers were moving away, creating a path where you passed.
"Where's Daemon?" you asked.
"Princess, you can't stay here now" you didn't recognize the male voice. You just knew it wasn't Daemon.
You took off your gloves, and watched closely as the dragon Caraxes landed. You noticed that Daemon descended from the red dragon, and walked towards you.
"Princess, go back to your castle, can't stay here now" one of the soldiers said, you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.
"She stays!" you hear Daemon's voice "She's my wife, and the princess. She knows what she does " the soldiers fell silent, and walked away from the two of you. "What are you doing here?" he asked, still approaching.
"I won't stay" you replied.
When he came face to face with you, you looked him in the eye, as he did.
"Changed your mind?" he smiled unassumingly.
"Maybe. I think you didn't deserve to leave like that. I just.." You turned your head, not knowing how to say it. He subtly cupped your chin, and turned your face away from his.
"I know, I don't want you to feel this way"
"They need you now more than I do" you whispered "It's okay, believe me, I was scared. But I realized that I don't need to"
"We will win this one" he caressed your chin, and hugged you.
"Sorry for being silly" you muttered
"You weren't, I understand perfectly" you felt his hand run through your hair, his act of trying to calm you down, worked well.
You stood there, stopped in the only place where she felt safe. It didn't matter how long you stayed like this, just that it was all you two needed.
"It's late, stay tonight" he whispered after a while "But please come home tomorrow, I don't want you to be in danger here"
You pulled away from the hug, looking at him.
"If you wish" you laughed, he took your hand and you walked to his cabin. You were at peace that night, because you were sleeping next to him. It didn't matter the circumstances, its was just you and him.
_
I will probably edit later.
#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x reader#prince daemon targaryen#house of the dragon#house targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#fem reader#matt smith
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Spoiler heavy fnaf ruin dlc rant up ahead
I am so fucking proud of steal wool they really took every criticism from the original game and fixed it and even added more
Like Cassie actually acts like a human being?? And like her knowledge of the original characters and cute little comments on every item are so endearing there is so much detail going into this.
The fact that they expanded on one of the fan faves Roxanne and giving her a great arc I’m in love I’m so happy
They honestly gave more depth to all the animatronics too like we finally see Bonnie’s design and get and get a taste as to what happened, also that poster Freddy gifted him I’m crying they are so cute and gay I love them
😭😭😭
Also the whole dark ride section with Monty is so fascinating like is that narrative kind of true or is it just fabricated by fazbear inc to cover up the decommissioning of Bonnie
Why replace Bonnie with Monty?? Why not make a new Bonnie model?? With the prototype label on Freddy it may be confirmed that they make multiple models (well we already kinda knew that with Freddies comments but oh well)
Also Freddy?? Like is that our Freddy or a different one?? They very clearly highlighted the prototype label so they want to emphasize it, but then the head is still missing like in the princess quest ending so what is the truth??
Feel bad for chica fans tho she really was sidelined hard
Aaaaa and my baby boys!!! There’s 3 now aaahaga
I was really not expecting eclipse to be the way they were, very… normal? Is that the right word?? Like obviously a little delusional on when the daycare is gonna open again, but in the right mindset of like this child needs to leave this place is not safe. It is interesting to me that both he and Roxy thought that it was Cassie’s birthday, maybe that was the last day before she left the plex? Or maybe that was the day the plex caught fire? Or maybe most depressingly we are playing on Cassie’s birthday so the animatronics have it in their systems what her birthday is and wish her a happy one (if they are in the right state of mind lol)
Some peeps are upset moon is a little too villainous
I think you can still say it was mainly the virus but I would argue even if it’s not the virus I feel like moon is kinda justified here. Like sun has been shutting him away for a long time before this (if the books are to be believed but also in general) so when he finally gets a chance to roam free of course he’s gonna take it. And idk about u but if my alternate personality was constantly trying to shut me out and I finally got control, I probably too would try and keep my control for as long as possible. Also from what I have seen so far, not even moon is all that aggressive? Like he grabs you at the beginning, but I think that’s just his very ineffective way to get kids to sleep and other than that he just kinda stays away
Poor sunny baby is stuck in the ar world 🥺🥺 I didn’t notice at first but yeah everytime you talk to him it’s only in the ar world. And the end part where you switch them out for eclipse if you do that in the ar world, he says not for me it’s for moon.
I will say though I noticed the voice acting for them changed a little this game, like both have a higher pitch and are more goofy sounding? Like more gremlin energy than evil villainy. I wonder if that was on purpose? Both of them sounded more like the other so maybe that was the reason? Interest interest
Also their mouth moves?? Sort of?? That’s so silly to me they have a whole working mouth system and their face mask doesn’t work with at all 😭
Does give me lore intrigue tho cause like why do their mouths move but not anymore?? Did something happen?? Are they just not maintained enough?? They also move outward instead of up and down (at least from what I saw) so is the mechanism different?
Also the way that sun and moon talk about eachother is so interesting. Like moon says the light hurts “us” and sun says “no the other me” like they seem to almost consider eachother more connected than we first thought, like they’re not just coworkers or strangers they are almost like two sides of the same person. It’s very interesting and I wonder where people will take this.
Overall great job I’m so excited to comb through the game and find every little secret (especially regarding the dca) aaaa
Ok ok update moon does have a jump scare but it’s ridiculously hard to get and I’d still argue he’s not as vicious as he was base game. I mention in another post but eclipse being as kind as he is and being (presumably) a combination of both AIs, gives even more evidence moon is supposed to be kind and caring like his posters suggest but something went wrong. Also Cassie’s comments on their plushes show that there were kids who truly liked the daycare.
#fnaf ruin dlc spoilers#ruin dlc#ruin dlc spoilers#spoilers#fnaf spoilers#ruin spoilers#fnaf dlc spoilers#fnaf ruin#fnaf dlc#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf#also please please pleas if someone wants to discuss#or just have me rant to them one sidedly#please I’m bursting at the seems aaaa#thoughts
532 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kindhearted princess
fire nation royal family x reader
The fire nation love their royal family as they had ruled the nations with pride and strength, making the fire nation proud and strong over the many years. From fire lord azulon to his sons and his grandchildren, everyone in the royal family had the respect of the nation. There had been someone in the royal family that seem to burn by her own candle flame, the youngest grandchild of fire lord and youngest daughter or ozai and ursa. The princess that seem to be called by her people and other the kindhearted princess.
y/n " ......" you are walking down the hallway of the palace heading towards, someone chambers. You had walked passed some servants and guards who are carrying some stuff, and stop and bow when they see you. You had give them a smile as you kept on walking until you reached the chambers of your older brother zuko.
????? " y/n"
y/n " zuko I came to see you ... you are really leaving I can go speak with father and he ..."
zuko " no I wish for you not to be brought into my issues anymore"
y/n " Zuzu you are my brother I will do anything for our family"
zuko " it will be okay if I return with the avatar everything will be fine"
y/n " ......."
zuko " it all will be okay if have all my stuff and anything else I will needed packed, come on we can go to dock together"
y/n " okay" you and zuko had walked towards the dock together making some small talk.
zuko " I will miss you"
y/n " I will miss you as well big brother"
iroh " wait up you two"
y/n " uncle"
zuko " uncle what going on here"
iroh " well I'm coming with you zuko as you will need all the help out there, and guidance as well and don't worry I spoke with my brother about this already"
y/n " uncle are you really going"
iroh " yes my niece but don't worry we will all stay safe"
y/n " good and I will pray for the safe return of you two and the whole crew, and hope you both come back with good stories to tell"
iroh " we will and I think the crew will be high hopes hearing, you wish us luck on our trip away from home"
y/n " thank you"
zuko " stay strong my sister and don't only our sister and anyones else, to break you spirt"
y/n " yes Zuzu"
iroh " yes remember my lessons with you and the advice I have given you, I will be hoping you will be doing well here as well when we are gone"
y/n " thank you uncle and brother I will make sure to make you both, proud and I will make sure I do well when I'm here" you had hugged your brother and uncle, right before they left the nation on their journey to find the avatar. It will be a very long time until you saw your brother and uncle once again.
many years later
y/n " ......" you are feeding the turtle ducks you had gotten sick of being stuck inside all day, the ducks seem to be having a good time with you until someone came behind you soon scaring the ducks away.
y/n " azula" you soon got up and hugged her you are the only few people that she only to hug her.
azula " hello little sister now may you tell me why you are feeding these annoying creatures"
y/n " they are not annoying azula I think they are cute and I love feeding them"
azula "sure"
azula " so how was the meeting with father what did he tell you"
azula " that choi failed him and now it my time to take matters into my own hand"
y/n " I didn't like the idea of the raid on North Pole"
azula " i don't get you my sister you are from one the most important and powerful family here, and you decide to be always peaceful even towards our enemies"
y/n " azula they are just like us and I don't like the who idea of using my title and bending to get people to do anything"
azula " so I will have to worry about you as well"
y/n " azula"
azula " i will be leaving to go look for the avatar and Zuzu along with uncle"
y/n " azula please don't hurt them they are still family"
azula " don't worry"
y/n " I have many reasons to worry azula I know you"
azula " i will be good for now but I still going after the avatar anyways I will tell Zuzu and uncle you say hello"
y/n " I wish I could come but father will not let me"
azula " we all know why you are not ready and you will be good here, father will make sure you stay safe and that means staying here ... but hey I will bring you back any gift I get on my travels"
y/n " yes sister please be safe out there and with anyone else who joins you"
azula " i will be good but I will come home vicarious"
y/n " yes sister" azula and you had spent some time together as she was planning her trip to leave, the next day she had left home to go after the avatar and the rest of the family.
ozai " my daughter I have called you here so we can speak"
y/n " yes father"
ozai " now that your brother and sister are gone, thing around here will be changing"
y/n " I understand father"
ozai " good as your duty if being princess of the fire nation, you have a image to uphold and duties as well ... I know you will do them well being their for the family and nation, but you need to know that your ability of kindness could be seen a weakness you can't always let your kindness rule over you when you are in changer of stuff my daughter"
y/n " I know father but this how I'm"
ozai " I know I know my child but I need you to know, that you can't always be kind when it come to our people or anyone else"
y/n " yes father but I will always make sure our family and people are good, even if they are fire nation or not"
ozai " that what I love to hear my daughter now you are free to go, as I have a meeting with the generals and sages"
y/n " yes father take care"
ozai " you as well my daughter" you soon bowed to your father as you soon left the throne room, as the meeting was getting ready to start. You are walking down the hall way of the palace looking at the portraits, of the royal family member past and present. You had thought about everyone words, and you were going to stick to being yourself as that is something you love dearly no matter what everyone else had to say about it.
#avatar#avatar x reader#avatar x y/n#zuko x reader#zuko atla#zuko x y/n#alta#alta zuko#alta x you#alta x reader#alta x y/n#azula avatar#azula#princess azula#atla azula#avatar azula#azula atla#atla zuko#prince zuko#fire lord zuko#zuko#avatar zuko#uncle iroh#ozai#fire lord ozai#atla ozai#iroh#fire nation#fire nation royal family#avatar the last airbender
123 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Pact of ice and fire Part 6
part 1 part 2 part 3 part4 part 5
"Prince Jacerys is dead" Cregan's words echoed in your head, you watched the snowflakes fall from the skies. Winter, Cregan's dire wolf lay beside you, she returned from wherever she was. Cregan was surprised at her action usually she followed him around but this time Winter ignored her bonded human and lay beside his wife. Her large head was on your lap, your hand disappearing in her fur,"Jealous?" Sarah asked making Cregan look at her,"Winter is ignoring you for the first time" she explained," She must feel her pain, y/n could use Winter's affection more than me" he said looking at his wife with a sympathetic look,"What's in your hand?" Cregan said nodding towards Sarah's hand,"A letter from Queen Rhaenyra, she wants y/n to return to her side at Dragonstone" she said while handing him the page,"She is safer in Winterfell" Cregan stated after he finished reading the letter,"Rhaenyra is our Queen, her word is law Cregan and y/n needs to attend his funeral, she needs to say goodbye" Sarah reasoned making him sigh," I join her than"," She is going on Dragonback most likely-", "Tell servants to pack my and her essentials" Sarah just nodded knowing there is no place to argue.
Cregan slowly walked towards you, Winter lifted her head from your lap and looked at Cregan before returning to rest her head on your lap, "My dear wife, your mother wrote, she is requesting your presence in Dragonstone" he said softly making you turn to him, "I will be joining you" he said taking your hand his, "Thank you".
Cregan stared at Tyraxes while you got her saddle ready, the dragon's head was hung low, sad roars left her throat."Are sure you want to leave my Lord?" Cerwyn asked," I can't leave her in this state, she is my wife, I need to be by her side" he answered,"As you wish but as a friend I am asking you, are you sure you want to ride a dragon?" he smiled,"I'm married to one, it be fine, I trust her skill and I will just ignore the height and just focus on her," he said rubbing his chin, Cerwyn chuckled,"If you die at least you die a legend, the first and last Northmen to ride a dragon, in two ways" he winked making Cregan shove him, "We are ready," you said walking towards the two friends, "So am I," he said, you nodded,"Don't be nervous, she can sense that," you said,"I'm not nervous....okay I am a little bit nervous, but I trust your skills," he said, you smiled softly,"Just hold on tightly," you said as Tyraxes kneeled closer to the ground allowing you to climb on easier, your dragon let out a roar as Cregan climbed behind you, his arms tighten around your waist as Tyraxes straightened her stance,"Ready?" you asked,"Yes" he mumbled, you tugged on the reins signalling for Tyraxes to start flying.
Meanwhile, Cerwyn and Sarah watched from far,"I wish I could paint quickly" Sarah said amused seeing her usual cool and collected brother look like a nervous wreck,"He would kill us" Cerwyn chuckled but nodded in agreement.
The wind whipped in Cregan's face, his fur coat flapped aggressively in the wind behind him, it was colder up here than below his grip tightened on your waist, and he buried his face in your hair. You smiled to yourself feeling him do it, soon however Tryaxes flight steadied, she glided through the clouds like a leave. Cregan loosened his grip on you, he took a sharp breath as he took in his surroundings, the sun peaked through the clouds, and the snow-covered North below him looked like it was drawn.
Tyraxes landed soon in Dragonstone, Cregan frowned as he stepped off the dragon,"It was to quick, it felt like we just left Winterfell" he said grabbing your waist to help you off Tyraxe's,"I know, it's just magical, it never gets old" you smiled looking up at him,"You ruined horse riding and sailing for me" he added making you smile,"Princess Y/N, we welcome you" Ser Erryk said he bowed his head,"Your mother awaits you and your husband" he said,"Thank you Ser Erryk, it brings me joy to see you still alive" you smiled,"I could say the same thing to you my Princess" he said looking down at you softly.
Rhaenyra paced in the main hall waiting for you to arrive, Joffrey and Aegon were clinging to her side, as soon as the door opened the boys let go of their mother and raced towards you, nearly knocking you over as they hugged you,"My sweet brothers, you are well, I'm so glad" you said kneeling down to meet their heights to hug them probably, tears falling down your eyes as you kissed their cheeks." Y/N, my sweet daughter, my oldest" Rhaenyra said gaining your attention, you pulled away from your brothers and hugged your mother, she held you close,"You've grown my girl, you are a woman know" she said cupping your cheek, she looked behind you and saw Cregan,"Lord Cregan, I liked to talk you for taking care of my daughter" she said,"She is my wife, it's my job like it's my job to return you to the throne" he said making Daemon nod,"Than Lord Stark, let's have a meeting on how you will do it" Rhaenyra sighed,"We have funerals Daemon, a war meeting can wait" she said,"Funerals?","Rhaenys died as well, she fought Aegon and Aemond bravely and managed to harm the false king, young Visery's is missing" Coryl said appearing behind you and Cregan,"Why wasn't I told this in the letter of Jace's death", Rhaenyra sighed,"We are sorry but telling you the news about Jace death was our priority" she said making Corly's click his tongue,” You are my heir now Y/N, you are Princess of Dragonstone” she said making you take a deep breath,” It’s an honour to be your heir your Grace” she smiled sadly and kissed your forehead.
You watch Jace and Rhaeny’s remains burn in the tradition of your house. Tyraxe’s head hung low once again, the ashes were poured into caskets and moved to the sea, Cregan’s hand was wrapped around your hand, giving you strength as you felt like collapsing any second as you watched the caskets being thrown into the sea, the prayers being said are falling on deaf ears as you clung to Cregan,” It’s all Aegon’s fault, he is sitting on the throne he doesn’t belong to you, all this blood is because of him” you spat watching the casket sink into the depths of the sea.” He and the greens will be punished for what they did my love” his hands wrapped around your neck, his thumb rubbing your chin,” I promised to give your family your thrown back in exchange for your hand in marriage. I always keep my promise” he said kissing you gently,” You warmed my heart, I believed it was frozen but it was just waiting for you thaw it” he said leaning his head forehead against yours,” Thank you Cregan” you said softly against his lips,"I hate to interrupt but I need your husband for a meeting" Daemon interject making you glare ate him," I will see you after" he said leaving with Daemon.
"I will return to Winterfell soon enough, I will gather my men and marsh south once again," Cregan said, you watched through the secret passage, as a child you and your brothers would play hide and seek within these walls, they became tighter throughout the years, as you become bigger, you aren't the small child you were back than. "If you stayed in Winterfell you could have started to march already" Daemon said,"I wanted to support my wife" Cregan responded,"The Princess needs to stay here" Rhaenyra added,"She is a Stark now, she will be needed in the north, a Stark always needs to stay in Winterfell" he reasoned,"No Stark is Winterfell now" Daemon countered,"This an expectation," he said calmly,"She will stay here, she is your wife but she is also know my Heir, she needs to stay close to me," Rhaenyra said slowly becoming emotional,"I can't keep her safe is she is alone in Winterfell" she added, "She be safe in Winterfell" Cregan argued. You shook your head and rushed out of the secret passageway,"Stop trying to make decisions for me" you said barging into the room. Everyone stopped to look at you, "I'm not a child anymore, I'm a dragon rider, I can fight as well, let me help" The three looked at each other before looking back at you,"You are my oldest child, my only daughter, my heir. I can't afford to lose you, I lost too much already, my heart can't take another loss" Rhaenyra explained calmly,"I want to help","I know you do, and I know your capable of helping but the greens will be coming for you","The more reasons to let me help, I don't want to is around and wait to be attacked", Rhaenyra sighed,"If she wants to help, let her" Daemon said taking you by surprise,"Head back to the north, build up your army and come back to fight for the throne" he added, Cregan sighed but he nodded,"It be my greatest pleasure to fight alongside you my dear wife" he said getting up and walking towards you, he kissed your temple, you smiled at Cregan and looked at your mother,"Very well, if you want to fight, I will let you fight".
"Don't go" Aegon said grabbing your wrist, tears pooling in his dark purple eyes making them look even darker,"I will be back soon Egg, you need to stay strong and take care of Mother" You kissed his forehead, his grip is still strong around your wrist as you turn to Joffrey, "The same goes to you Joff, you are the big brother now, take care of Egg","Please take us with you, I can fly on my dragon-", "Mother needs you Joff, your place is here for the moment" you said playing with his curls.
Tyraxe's landed in the middle of the Winterfell castle, "You guys are back" Sarah said walking out of the castles,"Tell the Maesters to send out letters for everyone to prepare themselves to march down south" Cregan said as you got of Tyraxes, "We are getting our dragon queen on her throne"
#cregan stark#cregan x reader#cregan x you#cregan fanfiction#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark x you#cregan stark x y/n#cregan stark x female!reader#cregan x y/n
93 notes
·
View notes
Note
I have seen many yandere parental figure so how about yandere offspring? Like Yandere mk/nezha/redson/mei to his parental figure? How would their parental figure to their child "strange" behavior?
Yandere Children:
Red Son and Ne Zha
(This is the first time I’ve written romantic yandere for Y/N. Not too surprised that it was for Bull King and Iron Fan.)
I like to think of this particular Y/N as a demon born of ice, someone who owes a serious debt to Princess Iron Fan.
When she finally calls it in, you head immediately to her fortified residence, seeing the former celestial standing outside with her husband, a small bundle in his arms.
You expect the worst, and prepare accordingly. The favor you owe is great- no task is beyond her asking. Your blessing, or a fragment of your power. Your service as a guard or war companion. Your compliance in a murderous scheme. But Princess Iron Fan does not wish for any of that.
Instead, she wants a babysitter.
“We were hoping… that you might be a suitable caretaker for our son. It could be that your natural affinity for ice will help to neutralize Red Son’s wielding of the Samahdi Fire.”
So the little boiling bundle is pushed into your icy arms, steam hissing and filling the air on contact.
His temperature lowers as yours rises, the little baby cooing and laughing at the humid mist swirling around you.
“…I didn’t know you had a son,” you say, poking the plumpness of his little scarred cheek. “And what a big and healthy thing he is, too.”
“A worthy heir to my throne!” The Demon Bull King proudly announces, watching closely as you handle his cherished son. Gently, you press a kiss to his bindi. Pulling away slowly, your lips leave a glittering ice-blue mark upon it, reading simply: 凛.
This is the life you settle into, a mostly peaceful passing of days spent playing with the growing boy and helping to tame his deadly flames.
Any time they grow out of control (and it happens frequently) you quickly reapply your blessing to his forehead, chilling his internal temperature and forcing his body to redirect the fire to heat himself up.
His parents watch on in awe, seeing you so easily and calmly reign in something so deadly and uncontrollable. You quickly become more than a temporary babysitter, given a lavish room furnished with every luxury that a demon could desire.
(Let’s be honest, there’s some real poly energy with you’ve got going on with PIF and DBK. ‘Live-in babysitter’, my ass.)
As the three of you grow closer, so swells your bond with Red Son, serving as primary caretaker and educator. He’s a prodigal learner, taking quickly to magic especially. You learn that the boy has a knack for putting things together, spot-welding any pieces of metal he can find. These little jagged creations are often gifted to you, and you have a shelf entirely dedicated to displaying them. Often will he reject his own bed to sleep beside you, finding comfort in the coldness of your skin.
But, in spite of all sweetness…
Red Son is still a demon, things that are horribly powerful and often violent or deceitful, if not outright murderous.
And he grows to see Y/N as being something that belongs to the Demon Bull Clan. And sure, with the nearly unpayable debt you owe to Iron Fan and your budding relationship with his parents, he’s not exactly wrong.
A caretaker, a maid, a teacher, a mentor, a friend. These are all things you have become in grateful service to this powerful family. And eventually, all those things bleed to what they really what:
A spouse and a parent.
It’s hard to tell exactly when the shift in their perspective occurs, because their obsession is a slow, drudging creep. But the shift in their actions once they realize their obsession is instead blindingly quick.
One day you’re sitting down with Red to teach him calligraphy, gently and reassuringly fixing his brushstroke and complimenting every line he gets right, all while he demands to sit in your lap.
Then night falls and it is made very clear to you what your new role in the family in, complete with a shift in sleeping area and clothing.
You’re pressed flush between Iron Fan and Bull King as they slumber, dressed in a red silk gown and bearing purple-jeweled rings across many of your fingers. Red Son sleeps on your chest, his grip immovably tight.
And this is the new life you must grow accustomed to, either to repay your debt or perhaps… because you have come to like it.
Loved isn’t the worst thing to be, after all.
(Personal headcanon: befitting his status as the Third Lotus Prince, most offerings given to Ne Zha consist of foods containing lotus seeds, lotus root, and lotus paste. At this point, he’s grown somewhat sick of the sweet taste. He actually prefers meat and vegetables.)
“Ne Zha,” you call, exploring the halls of his palace. “Little one, it’s time for dinner!”
All that meets your words is the clanging of metal and the tearing of leather. He’s training again, as always.
You push aside a silk curtain embroidered with many lotuses, revealing a well-stocked armory lined with dozen of training dummies.
And in the middle is a very worn-out Ne Zha, the little prince dripping with sweat.
“Little one,” you say, causing the boy’s sash to stand to attention, startled upwards like the tail of a cat. “What did I say about training so late?”
“I, um… I’m not supposed to train… so I won’t want to sleep in late to, um, make up for lost energy.”
“That’s right, sweetpea. Come on, let’s get something in your stomach. And then you’ll need a bath.”
“I already took a bath today,” he huffs, slotting his dual-tipped spear face-down into a holding pot. “I don’t need another.”
Timed to the click of your tongue, you swipe a finger across the young boy’s forehead, dragging a line in the built-up sweat. “I think you do, Ne Zha.”
“…hmph,” he pouts, his little cheeks puffing out. Though the prince is much too polite to outright refuse or go so far as to throw a tantrum, he still shows his displeasure in a quiet and mild way.
It’s one of the things you cherish most about him. Ne Zha is well behaved and rather mature, to the point where you have to encourage him to play and take breaks. It feels a little unfair, really, that someone so young has been saddled with so much responsibility.
You ply the Third Lotus Prince with plushies and paints, allowing him to explore avenues of creativity and make-believe. It’s nourishing for both his mind and body, a period of well-earned rest to slowly recuperate from the constant training he’s so insist on enduring.
In turn, he’s viciously protective of you, and often asks for your explicit attention over any other maidservant in the Celestial Realm.
Expect him to ward off any would-be suitors by challenging them to duels. It’s a lose-lose scenario . They either somehow win and beat the hell out of a little boy, or, more likely, get the hell beaten out of them by a little boy. Either way, it’s not exactly something that endears them to you, watching grown men and women raise their blades to your protective charge.
Kissing his wounds and fixing his hair, doting on the little lotus prince as your would-be suitors seethe, wishing that they were the ones receiving your attention.
Eventually, Ne Zha will properly dress himself (that’s a lie, he needed your help) for an audience with several important deities in the Celestial Realm, he asks for your permanent placement as his personal parent maidservant.
And what reason do they have to deny such a loyal warrior?
#Platonic Yandere#Romantic Yandere#Yandere Lego Monkie Kid#Yandere LMK#Yandere Red Son#Yandere Princess Iron Fan#Yandere Demon Bull King#Bullfam#Yandere Ne Zha#Yandere Nezha#Yandere Son
80 notes
·
View notes
Text
Repercussions
Pairing: Jake Kiszka X Reader
Word Count: 1,650
Warnings: spanking, degradation, mentions of pain, fingering, spit 18+ MDNI!! (This is pure smut)
You knew you shouldn’t have been so bratty all afternoon. You shouldn’t have flirted with Josh and you shouldn’t have basically left Jake to fend for himself at the party you were at. After only an hour, he had had enough and had basically dragged you by your neck to the car where you sat in silence the entire drive home.
You’d be lying if you said the anticipation of what was to come wasn’t at least a little bit exciting. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t soaking your panties in the car seat waiting until you got home, waiting for what he would do to you.
Now, you lie across Jake’s lap, ass up on the bed, completely naked. Of course Jake has opted to stay fully dressed with his dignity while you lay there completely exposed. The texture of his jeans feels rough on your bare skin, if only he’d take them off... You sort of expected this little punishment, which is part of the reason why you acted up in the first place…
His hand lightly grazes your ass, roaming around the skin, to your thighs and back up again. It tickles a little and you almost giggle but he wouldn’t appreciate that so you shut yourself up. The waiting is driving you crazy. This isn’t what you want… you want a little pain, need it even.
“So. I assume we both know why you’re here right? I don’t need to explain it? You’re a smart girl.” He muses, hand still traveling over you. “You thought I wouldn’t notice you being a little whore all night flirting with my brother? Or did you do it on purpose? Did you know this is what you would get? Little slut wanted a punishment, hmm?”
You bite your tongue knowing that at this point it's probably best to keep quiet. You can tell by his tone that he is mad.
He squeezes the flesh of your ass, kneading it around before landing a smack to the sensitive skin. Your body stiffens as you let out a muffled cry. It stings and sets your skin on fire but it just feels soo good.
He laughs, he laughs at you.
“Shut up.” He hits you again in the same spot, this time even harder. The sting of the impact ripples through your body sending shock waves to your core where you’re aching to be touched. His calloused fingertips trail over one cheek to the other, drawing back before landing down again with a loud smack. You let out another choked out moan.
You sink back into his lap, forcing your body to relax, getting ready for another blow but when it doesn’t come you begin to squirm around.
“Stop.”
Just the menace in his tone is enough for you to freeze, afraid of making even the tiniest bit of movement.
His hands pull your ass cheeks apart, squeezing and pinching before another harsh smack. The sound rings through the room and you can’t help the whimper that goes along with it.
“You sound so pretty for me. Too bad pretty girl is a slut.” This time his hand rests on your skin after hitting it, gently rubbing away the pain, petting you like you’re the most precious fine china.
His touch is soothing. In his core, he doesn’t want to hurt you, he’s only giving you what you want.
“I wish you could see what you look like right now princess. Your skin is glowing the prettiest pink. Does it hurt?”
“A little…”
He hums in faux concern, “But I bet you like it right?”
“Yes.” You admit, speaking in complete honesty.
“Hmm try again.” You brace yourself for the impact, but it doesn’t come.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” That earns you a quick swipe of his finger over your entrance. You cry out at the sudden pleasure, but as soon as it starts, he pulls his hand away. You whine in protest which only earns you another smack.
“Don’t get greedy. Greedy gets you nothing. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“God my cock is throbbing for you love. Can you feel it?” He twists his body so your thigh is hovered over his covered length, and yes you can feel it. Rock hard and hot through his jeans. You crane your neck to look at him with the more innocent eyes you can muster. You nod your head slowly, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth.
“You could have had it tonight. I could have fucked you. Could have made you cum over and over again. I would have made you cum on my face, then on my fingers, then on my cock.” He juts his hips up, punctuating his words. “But you decided to misbehave instead.”
Fuck.
The heat between your legs is building, the aching sensation growing with every dirty word that falls from his lips. The way he talks to you alone could make you cum, you’re sure of it.
“Can I have it Jake? Please? I’ll be good, I swear.” You whine.
It’s daring of you to speak, especially to ask for something you know he won’t give you, but you do it anyway, you need it so badly.
Maybe it’s the way you look, splayed out on his lap completely naked while looking at him like that, or just because he loves you so much, but he takes mercy on you.
His hands pull you apart once more and he spits, hitting your already soaked cunt. His finger dips down to your entrance, sliding in and out with an upward curl. You grip the sheets and let out a feathery moan. He adds a second finger, sliding them both as deep in as they’ll go.
“How’s that? Is it as good as my cock?” He’s just teasing you now. Planting images in your head of something you don’t get to have, but fuck his fingers do feel good.
“No.. not as good.” You manage to huff, letting the feeling overtake you of having something, anything inside your tight walls. “But still, really fucking good...”
He fucks his fingers in and out of you with no real rhythm. Merely touching you for his own amusement, not to get you anywhere, you haven’t earned that. He’ll jerk them forward, grazing your g spot then pull them out slowly and stilling them before waiting a few seconds and repeating. It’s evil really. You can almost feel his devilish smirk from behind you when he lands another spank to your ass.
Your hips jerk up, pushing yourself farther onto his fingers and you cry out in pleasure. Thinking you’ve found a cheat code you begin to rock your hips up and down, fucking yourself on his fingers.
“Wow look at you, so desperate for me. You really want it that bad?”
“Please Jake, I need it… feels too good.”
“But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet baby.” He hums, stroking the tender skin, trailing the fingers of his free hand to tease over your clit. A quiet fuck falls from your lips as he presses the digits into you before drawing them back, leaving you sizzling with want beneath him.
“Pleaseeee touch me.” You whine out, not caring anymore about the embarrassment of the begging anymore. You just do anything at this point.
“I am touching you.” He teases, laughing in amusement when you groan.
“Do you wanna cum baby?” He whispers, voice dripping with mockery.
“Please Jakey, I’ll be so good, I promise, just please fuck, please.”
“Okay, fine.”
He slides his fingers out before adding a third, the slight stretch only reminding you of how full you would feel with his cock, but for now this will have to do. He picks up the pace, pumping them in and out of you, curling up with every thrust. He pushes them far, hitting you deep and hard, the power pushing you farther into his lap. Your toes curl and hands grab fistfuls of the sheets as you whine and moan his name.
His other hand meets your clit again, pressing in and drawing small circles. You practically scream out into the room, eyes rolling back as he brings you closer and closer. With your sounds spurring him on, he goes faster and harder pulling you down under in only a few seconds.
Your legs press together with the overwhelming pleasure as your orgasm hits you like a train. Your body shakes as you gasp for breath. It feels like the only thing that exists are his thick strong fingers pushing and pulling in and out of you. Finally he slows down, sliding his fingers out of you while his other abandons your now swollen clit.
You lay defeated, legs still twitching as you come down from the euphoric blissful high that is Jake.
“That was fucking amazing.” He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You find the strength to pick yourself up, leaning on your hands to turn yourself around to see him.
His eyes are blown out, pupils jet black and lids half closed. He wears a smug grin as his fingers come up to his mouth so he can lick them clean. He lets his eyes close as he tastes you on him, a low hum emits from him as he does so.
“You taste like heaven.”
You smile to yourself seeing his sweet side come out. No matter how mad he is, he can’t be mad after making his girl cum. That a fact that has been proven time and time again.
“Look baby.” He says, gesturing to his jeans, “You’ve soaked them.”
You look down seeing the wet denim of his jeans. It covers almost the entire front of them, leaving a dark stain. You blush in embarrassment but he only smiles.
“That’s fucking hot.”
“I’ll wash your jeans for you if we can take a shower.” You say, offering him a smile.
He nods, wearing a proud smile as you stand to make your way to turn on the shower water. He playfully slaps your ass when you turn around.
“Ow! I’m still sore!”
“Oh shit, sorry baby!”
.
.
.
149 notes
·
View notes
Text
Thoughts on the Shadow of the Erdtree's first trailer
You know I have to, lol.
I'm going to avoid anything that's likely well-trodden territory, so a lot of this will pertain to past theories of mine, or just general ramblings. It's not going to be all that organized, but here goes.
The "Ring of Miquella"
A loooong long time ago, I settled on a theory that the Great Rune of the Unborn was actually Miquella's rightful Great Rune, but given to Rennala in the form of the Amber Egg by Radagon before he was even born. The Great Rune itself matches the shape of his twin sister, Malenia's, albeit smaller and of pure gold, akin to Miquella's traits as an eternally youthful demigod of Unalloyed Gold. Miquella's role in the base game as a comatose Empyrean who failed to be reborn further relates to the Great Rune of the Unborn, as it is required to perfect the process, otherwise the reborn loses their memory as if to a deepening slumber.
I take this as a damning vindication, lol.
Possible insight into the Cuckoo
Some have pointed out this character's evident relation to Raya Lucaria. Already, many have jumped to the conclusion that she must be a Carian based on the crystals and bird cages strewn about their chamber, but I don't actually think this is certain. These could also pertain to the Cuckoo, the original headmasters of Raya Lucaria. (After all, some of the cages in Raya Lucaria even contain warbling cuckoo birds.)
The Cuckoo are a somewhat overlooked dynasty, but there are slight hints that they may be related to the Nox in some way. It would be very interesting if we got to see some semblence of their former glory, before Rennala descended from the Mountaintops and overtook the academy. Perhaps then we might glean more on the primordial current so coveted by Lusat, Azur, and Sellen?
Messmer the Impaler
Where to even begin with this latest addition to Miyazaki's divine freakshow.
The first thing that jumps out to me is their name, "Messmer." Given the context of Miquella, St. Trina, and the yet underexplored concept of dreams, I'm reminded of 18th century physician Franz Mesmer, the pioneer of hypnotism. Mesmer dabbled in astronomy, and believed all beings were connected to the inanimate world through "animal magnetism." In his practice, he developed the first inklings of hypnotic suggestion, then known as Mesmerism.
The use of serpents in Messmer's designs could relate him to the Eternal Serpent that wished to devour the Erdtree and the world, which later became Rykard's obsession. In fact, the red flame Messmer channels bears a striking chromatic resemblance to the Taker's Flames. Perhaps he could be related to the ancient heretical cult of Mt. Gelmir...? (I still wonder what the hell is going on with the volcano's peak, as it does resemble a gnarled tree.)
The red hair would relate this figure to the Fire Giants and/or the Fire Monks, which is particularly strange. Then again, we do find the Fire Giants impaled on briars, though these supposedly pertain to Radagon himself.
The most enthralling detail to me, however, is Messmer's sealed eye.
Eyes are diegetically symbolic, and thus far we've met two characters with sealed eyes: Melina and Lunar Princess Ranni. It's likely that both of these characters are Empyreans, and as we've never seen any other Empyreans' eyes (Malenia's are covered by rotten scales, and there's no official depiction of Marika with her eyes open or intact), I take it to be a cosmological signifier of their divine status. If so, might Messmer be yet another Empyrean...? Their open eye is golden and draconic, though I'm not sure what this could entail.
I'm sure I'll be mulling it over for a while, lol.
Other random thoughts
The wolf-lion-mage thing is frickin' sweet, but I like that it appears to be a puppet of sorts, and that whatever puppeteers it is relatively human.
HIGH MONK
CRUCIBLE WINGS
SPECIAL DUAL-WIELDED WEAPONS??
BUTTERFLY MAGIC (purple....)
That definitely looks like Deathroot crawling across the landscape
RUNEBEAR INCANT (so probably even crazier runebears lmao)
Just kind of gesturing at everything because what the hell how is this even the same game it looks insane and fuckin JUICY
June isn't all that far off...
115 notes
·
View notes
Text
I SAID I wanted to talk about Aisha:
It's been theorized that Aisha doesn't want to be a princess. I strongly disagree. She takes her role as the princess of Andros extremely seriously, and imo she clearly WANTS to be a good ruler. Yes, she snuck out to dance sometimes and refused her arranged marriage, but that NEVER stopped her from doing her Princess Duties, and she doesn't have baggage around the decorum of her station. She deploys it effortlessly when beneficial and takes it off just as easily. She drops everything at a moment's notice to return to Andros at the slightest sign of trouble to Be Their Princess
She is DEVOTED and LOYAL. Like, maybe the most of all the winx? She knew Flora for like, a week, and that was enough friendship currency for her to BREAK INTO HELIA'S ROOM AND PAW THROUGH HIS SHIT. Yeah Stella committed identity fraud for Bloom on day 1, but that's Stella. Aisha is responsible! Considers her actions carefully! EXCEPT when a friend needs a favor
That devotion includes her parents. Aisha's respect for her mother is paramount, even after the betrothal fiasco, and that's not just a passive thing. She proudly says "source: my mother told me and she's NEVER wrong" in class. I really wish we got to see more of Aisha's relationship with her parents
She knows a lot about poetry and speaks many languages. Again, I just wish we saw more of this
Basically homeschooled
Her royal education doesn't seem to include magic? Which is SUPER interesting to me. Every other princess we meet except Diaspro is canonically some kind of magic student, but Aisha seems self-taught. While every other princess in the magic dimension is learning to be a fairy or sorceress, the princess of Andros is learning diplomacy, fencing, languages, poetry, dancing, etiquette. That says a lot about Androssi royalty!
She's gentle
GENUINELY KIND OF A MAN HATER
I feel like Aisha is often flattened as 'the strong one' (and I do have personal beef w/ how people incorporate that into her design- she's sporty, not a bodybuilder. Dancing, motorcycling, and surfing are not activities that lend themselves to big bulky biceps!!) and I really think that's a boring disservice to her. IMO she's the sort of person who would really appreciate and treasure little friendship tokens, and spend a lot of time just. Trying to do nice things for the winx, and solve their problems. She treasures quiet time spent together.
Helia loving her (despite Aisha thinking he's a loser) because she knows a lot of philosophy and has a good command over her Vibes. Her and Brandon Doing Sports together bc the other Winx aren't interested and the other specialists annoy her too much, and them becoming catty frenemies. Aisha knowing about the history of Domino and the legend of the Dragon Fire, and bonding with Bloom over it. Bloom drawing a picture of the Winx together and Aisha keeping it forever. Aisha still being scared of the dark and Stella giving her a magical light. Musa helping Aisha plan something special to celebrate the Day of the Rose. Tecna Musa and Aisha bonding over the difficulty they have being openly emotional. Flora and Aisha fretting over eachother's well-being and bonding over their shared sense of responsibility to their families
286 notes
·
View notes
Note
We have Dabi burning anyone who talks shit about you, but what if he overheard a bunch of pervs having a lewd conversation about you 🫢 maybe it’s your coworkers and he just so happened to hear all the filth they were saying about you:
“I wish I could see what those tits looked like underneath that uniform”
“I wonder if she’s still a virgin”
“They say the shy girls are the freakiest in bed”
“If I had her number, I’d ask her to send nudes every night for me to jerk off to”
Meanwhile, Dabi is sizzling with anger, steam coming off the top of his head and smoke flaring from his nostrils like a pissed off dragon
ANOOOOOOON— WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LIKE— I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY MEMES TO USE ON THIS ONE, BUT MY BRAIN IS SHORT-CIRCUITING HARD I PROMISE.
protective!dabi is everything please...
like— he wouldn’t let it out in the moment, because you’re on a date in public and problems might arise, but those comments bothers him a lot for three (3) reasons:
1. you’re clearly taken, that’s something disgusting to do (in his opinion);
2. you’re a person not an object, they’re disgusting and disrespectful;
3. the way they sexualized you like that, for everyone to hear, makes him want to vomit.
and if they didn’t want to apologise, scum like them always refuses to acknowledge their wrongdoings, dabi will take care of taking out the trash personally.
the villain tells you to wait there for him, sitting on a bench, as “i’ve got something important to take care of princess, i’ll be right back”, giving you a way too shining smile whereas his eyes were cold as ice; he then took off, menacing grim expression taking over his feature as soon as he turns away from you.
when dabi saw from a far the small group getting into an alley (of course they were thugs), he silently followed them suit trailing behind those four garbages and when he was close enough to the one on the far back the black haired young man lifted his hand level face with him and blue flames started coming out of his palm mercilessly, setting the guy on fire in few seconds.
when hearing the pained scream of their companion, the other three turned going blank when recognising dabi standing beside their lit up friend that was trying uselessly to take out the fire, before turning completely into ashes.
his turquoise furious orbs settled on the remaining trash bags as he slowly walked up to them:
“lemme show you scums what happens when you disrespect my woman.”
#kelin responds#answered#anonymous#bnha x reader fanfic#mha x reader fanfic#dabi x reader fanfic#touya todoroki x reader fanfic#bnha x reader#mha x reader#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#PLEASE HE WOULD BE THE MOST PROTECTIVE AND CARING BOYFRIEND OUT THERE. HANDS DOWN.#LIKE— his motto is “every tongue that raises against y/n SHALL and WILL fall”#he's very serious consistent and faithfull to it 🤧
346 notes
·
View notes
Note
Aegon ii Targaryen x wife smut please??
a/n: I got two more of the same, so I'm just putting them all together lol Hope you all like it as always <3 feedback is always appreciated <3
***
Okay, okay, so he's a bit drunk, but has that ever bothered you before? Stumbling into your chambers late at night, the heat from the alcohol reddened his pale cheeks and kept him from standing upright. A long night of hopping from tavern to tavern, groping serving women, gambling all his coin away, and watching two men brawl in the street, Aegon craved the comfort of his bed. His brain felt slightly fuzzy from the ale he'd piled himself with, and he leaned against the first piece of furniture he reached. He shut his eyes for a moment, shaking his head, but this only made him dizzier.
"Rough night, my love?"
Aegon looked further into the chamber, where he saw the bath tub placed near the crackling fire. Your nakedness was the first thing he noticed. His eyes glued themselves to the tops of your breasts where the water surface began. Aegon fumbled with the clasp of his cloak, laughing softly at the sight of you. In his drunken haze, he'd forgotten the slight bump in the middle of the water. Your baby. His baby. The child you'd created together eight months ago swelled his wife's belly slowly but surely. The maester told him rigorous activity is to be avoided considering the princess's delicate condition, but Aegon could keep it gentle. Something about seeing you pregnant brought out a glow in you. It aroused him to see you full with his child; carrying the newest Targaryen born to his legacy. Another little dragonrider, like his brothers and sisters.
Four children later, and he still finds you to be the most desirable woman in all Seven Kingdoms. He might pinch a bottom or stare at naked breasts when in his eyeline, but no woman in the world compared to how you made him feel. Finally managing to discard his cloak, he tore off his stained shirt as he walked over to you. Messy, greasy waves of silver fell in his face, but he kept you in his sights.
"Nearly lost everything I had on me because a man got his second wind half way towards the end of a fight," he said, working on the strings of his breeches, but his fingers clumsily knotted them by accident. The heat of arousal started working its way through his lower half. "Then, I watched these two whores get into a fight over this old, fat lord who'd come walking in with pockets full of gold."
"So, it was exciting at least?"
"It was." He grunted to himself as he managed to undo the knot, "I wish you'd come. You haven't gone outside the keep in a long time." He snorted when he finally undid the lacings and tugged down the breeches. He saw your eyes twinkle at the sight of his flaccid dick. "I miss us going out together."
"You know I don't like leaving the keep when I'm pregnant," you said, your fingers trailing through the soapy water. "Besides, we have children now, Aegon. We can't run off into the city, frolicking around like two unhinged, shameless scoundrels anymore."
"I'd hardly call you a 'scoundrel'," he nearly fell down taking off his boots, but he kept himself firmly on the ground. Aegon specifically asked for a large tub when you finally married. He knelt beside the tub, using the edge to keep himself steady, "You were a goddess." He pushed hair from your face and stared at you fondly. "I remember the time we both went to The Blue Pearl, and we had sex with those Dornish twins?"
"Aegon," you giggled and patted his cheek, "How much have you had to drink?"
"Not enough that I can't get it up for you," he smirked, cupping your chin to kiss you. "I remember," he looked at you with lust in his eyes, "You laying right next to me as one girl kissed your lips and the other kissed your pretty cunt..." He briefly kissed you again. You never minded the wine or beer or ale on his lips. He put his hand in the lukewarm water, trying to find your thighs before asking, "Why is the water so tepid?"
"It's as hot as the maesters will allow."
"Dragons need heat," he said, running his hand on your belly. "Looks like you need me to keep warm."
"I'm pregnant, Aegon," you said between his kisses, "We're meant to take things gently."
"I'll give it to you gently, my love," he replied, pecking your lips. "Let me help you out. Our bed is warmer."
He lifted you to your feet, and removed the linen dress you'd worn into the tub. Your wet, naked body glistened in the fire light nearby. His eyes drank up the heavy curves of your body as it adapted to the new life growing inside you. Aegon brought you into his arms, slowly kissing you while he brought you towards the bed nearby. His body sobered up immediately at the possibility of bedding you. You rested back on the pillows, and he rested himself between your legs. He stayed bent over you, your belly keeping him at a distance, and kissed you deeply. He hardened when his hand found your breast, growing cold and hard from the recent change from warm to cold. He continued going down your neck to one nipple, and gave a soft peck.
"We did have some fun times, didn't we?" you sighed, running your hands in his hair while he started suckling your breast. "The horseback races are still my favorite."
"Especially when we're on the same horse," he said, "And my cock just happens to slide right inside you." He rolled his tongue over your hardened nipple, flicking it right over the center. "I don't think you ever came as hard or as quickly before."
"I couldn't help it," you giggled, grinding yourself into him so he whimpered on your skin. "Being in front of all those people, the horse galloping and bucking fast down the street, and having your hard cock buried in me...It felt even better when we stopped and you finished in me."
Aegon felt your sex brush lightly against his cock, and he couldn't help grinding back into you. Your lips found his again as you shifted around to grab him. It'd been too long. His body let him know that with how quickly the blood in his pumped through his member. He tried not fucking you during pregnancies, because they can be so delicate, but he can't help it tonight. Your breasts in his hands, your hand gliding over his shaft and your lips locked with his own, the fire inside him burned hot. Too hot. His tongue brushed up against yours as you opened your mouth for him; your soft moans went into his, and he replied with his own.
"The children?" he asked quickly, pecking at your chest again.
"All asleep," you told him. "Mya and I put them down hours ago."
This information encouraged him to go farther. Nothing ruined a moment more than being hilt-deep in your wife and one of your children barges in, crying about a nightmare. Aegon kissed down your body, stopping at the middle for extra kisses, before reaching the middle of your thighs. He ran his hands up and down them as he peppered kisses on your inner thighs. Your pussy, his favorite thing in the entire world, sat right in front of him. Aegon knew from the first time you made love that he'd never find another one like yours. He thought back to those Dornish twins, who lapped and sucked your clit while he slid his dick into your mouth. You two had many fun excursions into sexual deviance together, but nothing compared to a nice one-on-one with the light of his life. Finally, he ran his tongue over the very center when he felt you shudder in his hands. Your belly kept him from seeing your expressions, but this didn't matter. It was your sounds that aroused him. Aegon gyrated against his mattress while he traced his tongue lightly over each fold, before taking it in his mouth to suck on lightly. Every brush on the soft sheets made him groan into you, vibrating around your throbbing clit each time. Soon, he tasted your slick, juices on his tongue and went faster.
He then heard you giggle and looked up, "What? Are you not feeling anything?"
"No, no, keep going," you insisted, pushing his head down. "I was remembering the first time Mother caught you doing this to me..."
"Oh," he chuckled, getting back to business, "So do I. She was horrified. You'd think she'd never seen it before."
"To be fair," you sighed, eyes closed and head into the pillows, "I was sitting on the window ledge naked where anybody could see or hear me."
"That's what made it fun though," he smiled, kissing your soaked sex again. "I recall the sweet little noises you made while I did it," he hummed on you, "And how hard you came right when she walked in." He slipped a finger inside you without warning, which made you jerk for a moment before adjusting to his finger, "I also remember my jaw hurting after that."
"Well, if you'd been honest and told me that you had no idea what you were doing," you said, "We wouldn't have had that problem."
"I definitely know what I'm doing now, though, don't I?" He added a second finger and began pumping them into you while his thumb rubbed your clit. "Don't I, Wife? Don't I?"
"Yes, yes, you do!"
So much so it resulted in multiple pregnancies. Aegon continued humping the bed while fingering you. He listened to your whimpers and cries whenever he stopped, taking a break with his hand and using his mouth on you instead. He thought back to the first time he tasted you. He'd seen two women doing it in a brothel, and wanted to do it to you. It'd been your idea to do it on the window. He'd spent ages figuring out which spots made you squeal; what spots had you whimpering and begging him to stay there and keep going. When you finally climaxed, he didn't even notice his mother there. Aegon had been too caught up in his own satisfaction to care; right then, he knew he'd never want another one. He'd only crave yours.
The moment he couldn't take his own teasing anymore, he knelt in front of you and aligned himself with your body. He looked down to see you panting, licking your lips and pleading with him. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight before. In a swift movement, Aegon slid himself into your hole all the way to the base. Pinned deep inside you, he remained there a few seconds to enjoy your pussy throbbing. Your walls hugged his length, as if pulling him further in, and he could feel your clit wetting the pubic patch above. He loved every second of it. Aegon swore he could cum simply staying inside you long enough. But, judging by your winding hips, he knew what you wanted...what you needed. The last time had been so quick and so long ago, he wanted to take his time. He kept a gradual, gentle speed while he rubbed your clit with his hands: both his thumbs kept rubbing over it one after the other, massaging and keeping it hard while he rocked back and forth. As much as he enjoyed watching you squirm, he really wished to pound you into the bed.
"Do you still enjoy it?" you asked, pulling him down to you for a kiss.
"Enjoy what?" he asked in your kiss, "What? This?"
"Yes..."
"Of course, I do," he hooked his arms under your shoulders, bringing you even closer, and began bottoming up into you. "I love nothing more, in all fairness." He kissed along your jaw to your ear, "Why? Did you suddenly stop liking this?"
"I've had four children, Aegon."
"So?"
"Mother says it loosens up over time," your head tilted back as he started picking up his pace, "I worry...I worry one day I might not be tight enough-"
"-Trust me," he laughed, eyes closing as your pussy clenched him, "You are plenty tight for me, my love. Always have been. You'll get no complaints from me."
Staying pressed against you, looking at your face and kissing you, both of you came together. Your fingers intertwined with his at your sides, and your legs went around his waist to bring him even closer. The only time Aegon ever felt close to anyone; the only time his heart and mind became one with another person was when he was with you. All thoughts of his drunken night in King's Landing faded away at the arrival of your trembling, shaking, hard orgasm. You chanting his name as he kept the right rhythm was better than any tune a bard can sing. Aegon withdrew in time to avoid finishing within you, letting it spill onto your thigh inside while he buried his face into the pillow to muffle his groans.
The post-orgasm glow came in the form of soft kisses and cuddling naked on the bed. He'd clean you up later, of course, but right then he wanted to hold you. You two did not have moments like this very often; there's usually a child nearby or about to come around the corner for something. So, for the moment, Aegon soaked up whatever bit of you he can before morning.
"When I have the baby," you said, watching him fight off sleep to look at you, "We should go into town together like we used to. I'll put on my peasant girl clothes, and we can run amok as we did when we were younger." You smiled, "Maybe go on another horse ride together?"
"Or visit The Blue Pearl," he added, eyes half-open. "Those twins probably aren't there, but gods they had good wine and pretty girls."
"And boys."
"And boys."
You pecked his lips one final time as the pair of you drifted off to sleep. He'll regret the drinking in the morning, when he's surrounded by his children at breakfast, but he wouldn't regret fucking you. He never did.
****
A/N: yaaay more Aegon content! I really like writing dad!Aegon, so I'll probably do more of him.
#aegon ii targaryen#aegon the elder#aegon ii x reader#aegon ii x you#aegon ii x yn#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd drabbles#hotd imagines#hotd fanfiction#hotd fanfic#tom glynn carney
927 notes
·
View notes
Text
Grind | W.O.
Summary: Will discovers he likes to grind on the boss' daughter. Historical AU. 18+
Author's Note: Shamelessly stolen from @midwestmade29 . The devil works hard, but fanfic writers work harder. 😂❤️
@plentyoffandoms @coleskingdom @theworldofotps @99hook
Impure fiction
Will had an eye on the boss' daughter for quite some time. He was shy about it at first before getting cheeky. No inappropriate actions or words were ever done in front of the watchful eyes of daddy, of course. Oh no. He saved them all for the moments they were alone.
Y/N sat at the desk crunching the latest numbers for her father's business. After sending her off to college, she came back with a degree in accounting. Her father insisted that she come work for him. When he told her that Will was working for him, she immediately accepted.
"Oi, what are you still doing here? It's dangerous out there for a pretty girl like you," Will announced and pointed out the window behind her. As if on queue, a flash of lightning followed by the roar of thunder shook the room. He made his way to Y/N's desk.
"Rain catch ya, did it?" She giggled upon seeing his wet features. His dirty blonde curls normally fluffy were now soaked. His clothes stuck to him. The white button-up shirt he wore, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Think this is funny, do you? You may have the beauty, darling, but I got the muscles. A quick shower yourself would do you some good," he teased and moved like he was going to hug her.
"You wouldn't dare," she hissed and stood from her chair. Will had a big toothy grin on his face. Each step towards her met with the sound of his wet socks being squished between the floor and his feet. She quickly made her way from him.
He gave you a running head start. Will was an assassin who liked the feel of catching someone after they had a head start. The power it gave him as the person couldn't outlast him. The only thing better than the feeling was Y/N.
Y/N only made it to the kitchen before he caught her. His arms wrapped around her waist from behind. She squealed as the cold, wet rain touched her skin. Will spun her around and press himself against her in a proper hug. Curses and insults flew out of her mouth as she pushed him away.
"You bloody bastard! I will kill you!" She screeched and slammed her fists into his muscular chest. He laughed at her feeble attempts to hurt him, which only egged her on more.
He scooped her up over his shoulder. Her balled up fists banged against his back to be let down. Will eventually followed her wishes and placed her on the rug in front of the fireplace in the meeting room. Her father would come in here to unwind during business hours.
"Happy princess?" He asked with his arms extended outwards. His arms fell back to his sides when he saw through her white shirt. She followed his gaze and blushed. Her shirt was pressed to her body.
"Like what you see then?" She asked and started to unbutton her shirt. Will's mouth dropped open in shock. He gulped to get rid of the dryness in his mouth. He licked his lips. "Right then. You've got two options, Willy. Either we can do what we have both been wanting to do or you can fuck off. Which is it?"
Will wasn't as delicate as she was with his clothes. He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it apart. The buttons popped off and bounced on the floor. He dropped to his knees and kissed her hard. His hands cupped her cheeks as the fire roared next to them.
Her hands ignored her clothes and rubbed his damp body. She started from behind his neck and made her way to his chest and stomach. Each ripple of muscle feels tight under her fingertips. His hands followed suit and ran down to her shirt.
"Don't you bloody dare, Ospreay," she threatened.
Her shirt met the same fate as his. "Sorry, love, been waiting for this for too long,"
He ripped the fabric off her body and away from them. The next to go was her bra. Her arms lifted up as he slipped the garment over her head. His light eyes didn't hide that he was checking her out. Will urged her to lay back.
She laid on her back. He placed his hands at either side of her body. His lips connected to hers once more. Will made his way by kissing her jawline down to her neck and chest. He paid attention to her sounds, making sure to hit all the right spots. Her fingers snaked through his hair.
He sat up to unfasten her belt. She hoisted her hips as he slid her pants and underwear off. Her legs were spread under his lust filled gaze. The bloke still couldn't believe this was happening. All the times he dreamed about this.
Her moans sounded in the room as he teased her. His tongue slowly ascended up her slit. She closed her eyes and whined. They locked eyes, and he smiled.
With little hesitation, he went down on her. His tongue toyed with her clit as it pulsed in need for him. Her leg laid over his shoulder. One of her hands gripped his hair while the other held his hand. His free hand made use of working her.
Will started slow with thrusting one finger in and out of her. He saw the pathetic excuse of men she dated. They couldn't prepare her for him. Once he saw she was getting adjusted to him, he added another finger and then another. He spread them apart and curled them inside of her. She only got louder from there.
He stopped the moment the tightness in his pants was too painful to withstand. Will pulled away from her, much to her dismay. A loud whine of protest slipped out of the boss' daughter yet stopped when she saw him undressing. Soon, he was above naked as the day he was born.
"I got you, darling. Don't worry," he assured her and placed himself between her legs once more. His strong hands wrapped her legs around his waist. Will grabbed himself and rubbed the tip of his dick through her folds. He felt the head at her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her before slowly pushing himself inside.
His mouth captured her moan as he waited for her to adjust to him. She felt heavenly to him. His eyes closed to take everything in. God, if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
"More," she begged against his lips. He happily obliged. The sound of skin hitting skin and their carnal sounds filled the room. The fire flickered in the fireplace, but he could see her pleased expression perfectly. Her eyes half closed while she moaned and whimpered his name.
His hands gripped her waist as his thrusts picked up. He never wanted to feel her so far from him. Will paused momentarily. He could feel the two of them were close, but he wanted his ego stroked by her one last time.
"Who makes you feel like this, huh? Who has you singing like this?" He asked roughly between grunts.
"Y-you do," she stuttered and bit her lip. Her walls started to clench around him.
"Scream my name, darling. Let everyone in London know who makes you feel so good," he ordered. She opened her mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. Only breathy moans. Finally, she found it in her.
"Will!" She called out once she reached the peak of orgasm. Will wasn't far behind. He shoved himself deep inside of her one last time. He came inside of her without a care in the world. Her dad would kill him if he ever found out, but he'd die a happy man.
The next few minutes were spent laying in front of the fireplace. He laid behind her and rubbed her side. His arm was used as a pillow for her head. The two of them were distracted by watching the dying flames in the fireplace. Will kissed her bare shoulder softly. Y/N smiled at a joke that popped in her head.
"I guess grinding the boss' daughter isn't too bad," she teased and kissed his bicep.
#fanfiction#aew fanfic#aew fanfiction#will ospreay x reader#will ospreay x y/n#will ospreay smut#will ospreay fanfic
70 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
ewfruitcake
jason
obsess-sinworld
Don’t Worry I’ll Take Good Care Of You Darling~
phantomskadi-art
i miss technoblade
kamala83-blog
Christines Welt - unterwegs um Neues zu entdecken