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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 1 month

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Mommy Can We Play?

Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Sugar baby!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda's come over for a business meeting with Mommy, but when it comes time for goodbyes you can't let go.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Mommy kink, R calls A Mommy, A calls R Princess, strap use, praise kink, oral (R give A a blowjob, straps are referred to as cocks, Polyamory, Wanda uses various Russian pet names

Word count: 1.7K

A/N: This just festered in my brain for no particular reason and then when I started writing didn't want to come out, but I did it so here you go everyone enjoy more of these two plus Wanda

The warm early summer breeze blew through the windows of Agatha's home. She requested if you weren't going to go outside at least keep the windows open so you could get some fresh air. So you did as asked and opened all of the living room windows and the back sliding glass door was opened all the way for a nice cross breeze to come through.

The calming sounds of animal crossing played through your switch lite as you lay tummy down on the expense and rather wide sectional Agatha had chosen for the living room. A pillow helped prop you up and various snacks adorned the square wooden coffee table along with three different half drunken drinks. Agatha always wanted you to have water especially as the summer months rolled around, but you insisted on also having some sort of juice for taste and an energy drink for caffeine. Agatha wasn't a fan of it, but you had promised to limit the intake to one and drink it slowly through the day with the others.

Agatha had been working from home a business meeting with Wanda which meant you were to be quiet and not bother her hence the switch, snacks, and drinks all in reach. Your mind completely focused on your game as you terraformed your island; your tongue poking out ever so slightly. You're so focused on your game you don't hear the two older women come down from the office or that Wanda is right in front of you until she's bending down. Her finger hooking under your chin,

“Milaya, is your game that enthralling you can't even get up to say goodbye?” Wanda's husky voice hits your ears and suddenly it feels ice cold in here. The rings on her fingers helped none with the cold feeling washing over you. Your voice sputters to form a sentence.

“Your baby really is so cute, Aggie. I love making her like this. You should reconsider letting me play with her.” Wanda cooed. Your body finally caught up, your switch flying from your hand, crashing back to the couch as you flung your body backwards to the corner of the sectional. Your body shook and breathing felt hard.

“Princess you're okay. Sorry Wands when she's engrossed in something if you get too close it scares her.” Wanda didn't acknowledge Agatha other than slowly approaching you,

“I'm sorry Detka. I didn't mean to scare you.” Wanda sat down near you, giving you enough space, holding out her hand as if you were a scared pup.

When your breathing evened you leaned over, setting your chin in her palm just as you would for Agatha. You eyes looking up at Wanda's sea green eyes, the more you looked the more it reminded you more of sea glass reflecting back at you. If Agatha's eyes were the ocean forever drowning you in love, Wanda's eyes were those small moments of joy you'd get when you'd find a really nice piece of sea glass.

You liked when Wanda would come by, Agatha had her over for work meetings, thought sessions, and dinners. You had heard stories that back when Wanda had first joined the company the two actually hated each other. You couldn't see that now with how close the two women were. Wanda was over here at least once a week if not more depending on that week's deadlines.

Being with Agatha for close to a year Wanda's presence had become just as comforting as Agatha's. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't thought about those ringed fingers deep inside your mouth or your sopping wet cunt. That accented voice giving commands from above as those green eyes looked more like black holes ready to swallow you whole.

Your help tilted slightly in Wanda's touch as the heat of your cheek warmed both her digits and rings up. One of your hands coming up to play with her rings. Wanda knew of your love of rings just as much as she loved them. She had given you a ring after coming back from a business trip. She had also gotten something for Agatha, but a ring felt intimate. You couldn't explain why and after she gave it to you it back one you wore almost daily. That was something Wanda had taken notice of and since then had made more and more advances towards you, but today it seemed all three of you were feeling bold.

You opened your mouth and let your lips wrap around her thumb, slowly taking it into your mouth as you watched the lust take over her features. Her other hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing and squeezing gently. You hadn't noticed Agatha until she was sitting just behind Wanda.

“I think she's ready, dear.” You heard Agatha's voice call out and your eyes moved to hers. A look you'd seen many times before.

“Peash Mama.” You managed to speak around Wanda's thumb who slowly let it slip back out.

“Please what princess? What is it you're asking?” Agatha did a little head tilt, feigning innocence as she did when she wanted you to use your words though they tend to slip away when you want something like this.

“Please Mommy want to be taken by both of you.” Your eyes pleaded with Agatha who you knew couldn’t resist that look; she never could.

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Drool ran down your chin to your neck and down the valley of your breasts before dripping off your nipple. A shiver was sent down your spine that was currently arched. Your mouth held open by Agatha’s strap, your favorite one hitting the back of your throat. Every thrust that Wanda was giving with her own strap made Agatha’s move back and forth. Gags and choked moans coming out of you which only produced more drool. Your mind was a hazy mess and you felt like you were swimming even more than usual which made sense with the added factor of Wanda.

“Oh Detka taking my cock so well, can’t wait to see you cum all over it.” Wanda’s breathy voice made it’s way to your ears. All you wanted to do was look back at the Sokovian, but with Agatha trapping you it wouldn’t be a thing anytime soon.

When Agatha finally did slip out of your mouth you took the opportunity to push yourself up into Wanda as your head hit the mattress. Your face turning so your could look at her with hair slicked back from sweat, hips hitting into you at a brutal pace. Her nails dug into your hips and the grip she had was sure to leave bruises, but none of it mattered to you.

Right now her being buried so deep inside felt amazing. The strap Wanda packed with felt just as good as the one you called your favorite. It filled you up in all the right spots. The loud moans and screams being freed from your mouth, her name spilling past your lips only pushed her further to the edge as you looked back up to Agatha who was watching the two of you. She was watching your pleasure, your pain and enjoyed every moment of it.

“Go on Princess. I know that look. Cum for Wanda.” Your head looked back to Wanda, normally Agatha’s permission was all you needed, but you had to ask,

“Can I Wanda? Can I please cum on your cock?” You asked. Her head snapping up, eyes meeting and you could see she was about to fall with you. The quick rise and fall of her chest, her eager thrusts, the grip tightening on your hips.

“Cum with me Milaya.” That was it the push over the edge that you needed. The coil finally snapping as you were sent over the edge with her deep thrusts. How did she manage to get deeper? You could feel yourself tighten around her. Effectively making her rut against you as she fell moments after you, moaning out in Sokovian, strings of expletive's you assumed as your head drowned in pleasure.

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“You did so good for me.” Wanda’s voice was softer than you’d ever heard before. You were cocooned against her, unwilling to let go. Agatha had gone of to get your aftercare items. Wanda’s fingers now without all her rings ran through your hair softly. Continued whispered praises until Agatha came back, breaking the bond of the two of you.

“Here princess drink.” Your tumblr you’d filled this morning with ice water was handed to you which you cradled against you. A few big sips and you were trying to hand it back off, but Wanda gently tapped your cheek.

“Few more Milaya.” She insisted, so you did until another gentle tap came. You looked up to see the red head with a smile on her face. “All done.” Her tone almost sounded as if she were talking to a child. Agatha took the bottle from you, setting it on the side table. You settled back in against Wanda as the two older women talked. The Sokovian’s fingers softly scratching at your scalp while Agatha’s fingers were drawing patterns in your back.

“It seems she likes you.” Agatha had a smile on her face, your eyes were closed, but you knew how her voice sounded when she was smiling. “You should join us more often.” The suggestion came and your ears perked up. You eyes fluttered open, looking up at Wanda who was looking down at you.

“Would you like that malyshka?” She asked you, your teeth finding their way to biting your bottom lip with a smile threatening to break your face as you nodded. Wanda smiled, pulling your bottom lip from the hold your teeth had on it. “Words krasivaya devushka.” Her thumb brushed your lips, they were calling your name once more taking it into your mouth, through your lashes you looked up at Wanda.

“Yesh peash.” You mumbled around her thumb. It was enough for the two older women who simply nodded at each other. It didn’t elude you when the two women shifted ever so slightly so their hands were touching. A smile on your face as your eyes closed and sleep soon took over with thoughts of a next time playing through your mind.

#ley speaks #ley writes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha x reader #agatha harkness #sugar baby!reader #sugar mommy!agatha

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yourheart-inmyhands · 7 months

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I Hope that you don't mind me requesting.

How do you think Archons would react if their lover was a crybaby? Like cries a lot over every little thing and overall is a realy sensitive person (totaly not me.)

I'm sorry if you don't feel comfortable writing for this, and you have the right to ignore this.

ah this was such an interesting idea tysm! and no, my writing does not depict my actual feelings. but thank you for your request, i hope you enjoy!

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, verbal abuse, mentions of manipulation tactics, archons being bad partners, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti would think it’s cute and a little silly. He will never make fun of you for it, comforting you whenever you do cry, but he will certainly use it against you. You can’t go out by yourself, what happens if something startles you and you start crying? Who will be there to comfort you?

“Now now my little Brise, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You know how things turn out when you try to go out by yourself, just wait a few minutes and I’ll go with you.” Venti’s smile is a hard one to fight, the way his skin pulls perfectly away from his flawless teeth to create the most charming and heartwarming look. It would make you cry how perfect he is if he wasn’t designed to be that way. Everything about Venti was enough to bring up that urge to cry, how he never seemed to leave you alone, how he always seemed to talk too loudly indoors, how he seemed to draw everyone’s eye in public. It was frustrating trying to hold it all in around him, but any time he saw you in tears you’d be swept tightly into his embrace, one you had grown to hate.

Yandere!Zhongli would pity you, wanting you to toughen up emotionally for your own sake. While he’ll certainly outlive you, he can’t be by your side forever and always. To help keep you calm while he’s gone, as he still has duties outside of his previously abandoned Archon role, he has gifted you a small dragon like creature. A housepet of sorts to keep you company.

“Fret not my Bǎoshí, you know I must go as needed. Yánshí will keep you company whilst I attend to some issues within the city.” Zhongli coos gently, soft yet calloused hands gently wiping away your tears as they fall. He feels his heart break a bit every time you cry, wishing that he could do something more to ease the ache. He got you a domesticated geovishap hatchling to keep you company, something fierce and protective in case you should have any issues whilst alone.

Yandere!Raiden would simply scoff at your behavior, calling you childish and weak. She believes that you should be stronger, leaving you to calm yourself any time you have a crying fit. She simply doesn’t believe that someone so weak should even have made it this far in the first place, leaving you to your qualms.

“Do not disgrace my image with your incessant whining, it is lowly and pathetic. No partner of mine should ever act in such a distasteful manner, especially in public eye.” Raiden’s tone was not only harsh, but somehow she made it feel heavy. Every word, every letter seemed to add to the growing weight in your chest, leaving you choking on tears as you sit crumpled on the floor. It truly was a pathetic display, and if it had not been for Raiden picking you up and dragging you back to Tenshukaku, you’d still be crying in the middle of a bustling Inazuma street. Someone had bumped into you and made you spill your food, it really wasn’t anything to cry about.

Yandere!Furina, while she isn’t a crybaby, she is incredibly open about her emotions. Of all currently recognized Archons, she’s the most physically and verbally expressive, even if most of it is childish tantrums. It’s because of this though that she almost relates to your feelings

“Alright, hush now my Pluvieux, it’s alright, it’s going to be ok.” Furina holds you close to her as you cry, her presence alone being enough to keep any curious onlookers from stepping too close to the two of you. Gently, she guides you away from the watchful crowd, wanting to get you somewhere private to calm both of you down. Seeing you cry made her wrath beat strongly beneath her skin, the underlying urge to ruin everything that had made you so sad running rampant beneath her worries. You were her first concern though and she wanted to protect you above all else.

Brise - Breeze

Bǎoshí - Gem/Gemstone

Yánshí - Rock

Pluvieux - Rainy

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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La Reina and La Diosa (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

A/N: It only seemed fitting to write a fic to celebrate Alexia's return to the squad and to post it seen as though we’re through to the final!

In a way it felt like yesterday when you got the call telling you that Alexia was hurt when in reality it was 296 days ago. In those 296 days you have witnessed Alexia's strength and determination first hand and it inspired you to play every minute as if it was you last and dedicate every game to her as she watched on in the stands or at home.

It wasn't easy been on the pitch without her, in fact in the 10 years you have been with the club you can count on one hand the amount of games where she hasn't been on the pitch with you. It's why the energy is different as the team travels from El Johan to Camp Nou.

Alexia has a smile on her face that you hadn't seen in a long while. The two of you, as well as some other players, sit at the back on the bus, she sits opposite you but your feet are touching under the table, every so often you would give each other a nudge as if you were school children.

"Something's changed. The team is happier than normal" Lucy says from her seat beside you.

"Ale's back. Her presence puts everyone at ease" You look at the brunette who sits across from you.

"You more than anyone else. I haven't seen you this peaceful since before you got the call back at SGP"

It wasn't a memory you were fond of and the days that followed were some of the most challenging. You told the lionesses you were withdrawing from the Euros and it sparked outrage amongst the majority. Since been in Barcelona Lucy and Keira saw first hand what you wanted to protect and if put in the same position again they would encourage you to go home and be by your wife's side.

"Everything is better when I have her by my side"

Little did you know Alexia had heard what you said. She kicks you gently and when you turn your attention to her she mouths 'I love you' to which you respond 'I love you more'.

Whilst you enjoyed the company of the english defender beside you, you did have a pre match ritual which starts with you blocking the outside world out. Taking your headphones out of you bag, you place them over your ears and play your playlist that had been curated for this season specifically.

"She's found it hard without you" Mapi tells Alexia "she tries to hide it, especially from us but we see the moments when she is with Lucy and Keira"

Mapi was telling the truth. The entire team felt the absence of Alexia but as Captain it was your job to lead them and you couldn't do that if you were obsessing over the fact that Alexia wasn't there with you. They saw the moments of frustration when you play balls to Patri who doesn't react because you do so without out saying anything. That's how it was with Alexia, she knows how you play and what your are thinking, words aren't needed between the two of you.

"Don't take offence to whatIi'm about to because I love you all, I really do but I can't want to back on that pitch with her, it's where I belong. For years it has been Y/N and Alexia"

"La Reina and La Diosa" Mapi adds the fan given nicknames that you and Alexia both loved and hated at the same time.

"Right, well for years it has been us and by her side her playing football is where i'm the happiest"

"You two are disgustingly cute" Alexia gives Mapi a look "Oh please you have been playing footsy under the table since we left the car park"

Like every game you are the first off the coach but you wait near the door until the team is off, Alexia is the last one to descend the steps. She stops on the last step, out of sight, and you see the hesitation on her face.

"You ready baby?" you are aware of the fans and cameras around you so you keep your tone low so that only she hears you.

When she nods you step aside and the fans erupt upon seeing the player that they have been waiting for.

"Wait a minute" you grab her hand as she walks towards the entrance "Listen to that, they're here for you, take it in"

Alexia turns around to face the fans. They chant her name, the sound gives you both goosebumps. When you see her close her eyes you know that she is savouring the moment. The way you look at her is hard to describe, saying it was the look of love didn't do it justice.

You don't realise you are staring until you feel her tug you hand. The small act of PDA sends the fans wild as they rarely get to see you and Alexia interact with each other in this way.

Jona had talked with you about Alexia's return and when it should happen. The setting was perfect; La Reina makes her return at Camp Nou but you wouldn't risk her career.

"Remember what we talked about?" He says just before you leave the locker room.

"Yes. The decision is mine, I'll you know if I think it's the right time"

"I'll wait for your signal Captain" with a supportive pat on the back he leaves you be and after a few moments you walk through the tunnel and to your rightful place at the front of the line.

The game is close, too close, with both teams scoring making it 2-1 so when Jona asks you at half time you reply saying that a 60 minute sub is not an option.

70 minutes into the second half Chelsea are pressing hard and it feels like a goal is imminent. AKB goes down and requires treatment so you take this time to talk to the team and regroup.

"Time is running out, he needs to bring Alexia on" It is the first thing Mapi says causing you to roll your eyes.

"No, that is not an option and it's not his decision, it's mine"

"What do you mean?" Aitana asks.

"Jona isn't on the pitch, he doesn't feel the intensity that this team is playing with so he left it up to me to decide if Alexia comes back in this game. Right now Chelsea are fighting and some of their tackles are dangerous, I myself have been on the end of some gruelling ones and I won't bring her on only for her to get hurt again"

"What do we need to do?"

"Score. We need a comfortably lead. If we make it 4-1 in the next ten minutes I'll give him the signal"

With a purpose other than to get to the final the team go back to their positions, ready to do whatever it takes to get Alexia back where she belongs.

If Chelsea thought Barcelona was attacking heavily before this point they would be mistaken but everyone on that pitch is playing with a new found energy and it caught the blues off guard making the home side unstoppable. When Mapi finds herself in space just outside of the box there is only was option going through the blonde's mind, she winds her leg back and hits the ball with the most power she has this season so it comes as no surprise when the ball hits the back of the net.

"That's one" Her arms are wrapped around your neck as you make your way back to your side of the pitch "Now are you going to be the one to score the goal that lets her play?"

It wasn't like you were't trying. You had scored a goal in the first half but the Chelsea defence was a back 4, 3 of those players where your national team mates who knew you very well. It made your job very hard but the way Mapi worded her sentence made you want to, no you needed to be the person to score the next goal.

When you get fouled a couple of meters away from the box, Barcelona are awarded the freekick. Mapi, Mariona and yourself stand over the ball but you all know who is taking it, the other two are simply there for a decoy.

When you turn to face the bench Alexia is up on her feet, she knows what's coming and she is ready to celebrate. The faith she has in your in infectious. You face the goal, close your eyes to block out the noise and imagine that it's one of those countless times where you and Alexia have stayed back to practice free kicks. The ball hits the top corner leaving AKB with no chance of stopping it. You and the team celebrate in front of the ultras and when you are back in your place you look towards Jona and hold up your index fingers, making the number 11.

It is time.

Alexia is subbed on for Keira and the whole stadium erupts in a sound of applause, players on the pitch join in, even the Chelsea players. Nothing compares to the happiness you feel knowing that someone you care deeply for is happy. You are overcome with emotion as Alexia runs onto the pitch.

"Are you crying?" Frido asks.

You are unaware of your glassed over eyes, the only thing you focus on is the Catalonian who is smiling from ear to ear. Not wanting to be caught by anyone but the Swede you bend down and pretend to tie your laces. You stand up just it time for Alexia to reach you. You wanted this moment to be special so you take off your captain's armband and pass it to her, this was her moment after all.

"No" Alexia pushes it into your chest "You've been by my side as my wife this entire way, now I want you by my side as my captain"

"Welcome back La Reina"

"Good to be back La Diosa"

The next ten minutes, Alexia will remember them for the rest of her career. The way the ball felt at her feet as she ran up the pitch, the way she saw you running down the middle. It was something that she has seen before and when the ball travelled towards you she knew the weight behind it was perfect. You header the ball into the back on the net and it means more than any other goal you have scored thus far in your career. Alexia is standing arms open wide waiting for you.

"Bloody beautiful" you praise her assist.

"You never did miss those shots, nice to see some things haven't changed"

After playing 4 added minutes the final whistle is blown, you had done it, you were going to Eindhoven and more importantly Alexia made her long awaited return. The team celebrate the latter more than anything because this team was a family and it was a special day for one of their own.

As captain and POTM you are called over for media much to your annoyance but you also know if you don't do it then they will call for Alexia and you wanted her to enjoy the moment and not have to worry about journalists.

By the time you are done Alexia is stood in place talking to Mapi, the person who didn't leave her side when she first got injured. It was a personal moment and you didn't want to interrupt so instead you turn to the crowd in search of the person that will be feeling the same overwhelming emotion as you, Eli Alexia's mother. She stands proudly with her hands clasped over her heart as she blows you a kiss, one which you happily return.

"Y/N" hearing your name being called by her never get's old.

You pick her up and spin her around whispering praise and congratulations in her ear as you do so. Alexia's legs wrap around your waist and in an automatic response your hands travel downwards to her bum so you can hold her up.

"I did it" Alexia only ever voiced her doubts to you but you told her time and time again that she would come back stronger.

"I told you so"

You look her in her eyes, those hazel eyes that you could get lost in. Her happiness was evident in the way they sparkled under the Camp Nou lights.

"It's the first time I've played in this" she brings her left hand in front of of you and shows off her taped finger "It feels weird"

"You get used to it" you tap your ring finger on her bum.

Her arms remain around your neck as you put her down. You could hear the screaming fans but they were nothing more than background music for the moment you are currently having with Alexia.

"I want to thank you Y/N. You never gave up on me, not even when I gave up on myself which happened more times than I'd like to admit"

"We made a vow Alexia. In sickness & in health, for better or for worse. I broke them once and I will never do it again"

"How many times do I have to tell you that you didn't break your vows and you didn't betray me. You had a country to lead last summer and watching you play, watching you win those awards at the end of it and lift that trophy, it inspired me more than you could ever imagine. You were my source of motivation every day whether that be in rehab, in the gym or on the pitch"

One thing is for certain, you are in awe of the woman standing in front of you. You often had moments like this where you freeze in front of Alexia so that you can see her, really see her.

"What?" Alexia brows furrowed upon feeling the intensity of your gaze.

"You're amazing and I'm incredibly proud of you. You say you gave up but you didn't. Look around Alexia, you have just made your comeback in front of a sold out Camp Nou and you get to play in yet another Champions League final"

"We can get play in the final. It's me and you Y/N and I'll never take this" she points at the stadium around her then at you "for granted"

Oh how you wanted to take Alexia home and have her to yourself for the night atlas it was wishful thinking. Sensing that your conversation was coming to an end Jana runs over and pulls Alexia over to the fans so that they can celebrate. She ushers for you to follow and you do so happily albeit a little bit slower so that you could enjoy the sight of your wife celebrate the moment she has been waiting the last 9 months for.

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bbiine · 7 months

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SPILLED WINE REWARD ָ֢

SUMMARY: an accident involving wine, between Seokmin and Y/N, two ex-lovers, at New York Fashion Week, makes Seokmin want to reward you

PAIRING: idol!ex boyfriend!Seokmin x idol!ex girlfriend!fem!reader

WARNINGS: (probably) grammatical errors and a little of smut

GENDER: fluff and (a little) smut

BIBI'S NOTES: hey mes amours! It's my first time writing so if you have any feedback, pls don't hesitate to let me know! I want to warn you that English is not my native language, so forgive me for any mistakes!

Enjoy!

New York Fashion week used to be a major fashion event. Only people who were influential and important to fashion were able to be invited and honored with a presence in the big city.

The kpop industry was gaining more recognition and many more idols were going on to have worldwide careers. And Seokmin, or better known as Dokyeom or Dk, a member of a famous boy group called Seventeen, managed to be influential enough to be one of the guests.

He was sitting in the front row of the catwalk looking at all the new clothing collections and all that luxury, when his eyes met the eyes of an idol, it was Y/N, your ex-girlfriend, you were becoming famous in the Kpop industry and you finally had this opportunity to be present at such a big event. It had been a long time since you had broken up, not a single word had been exchanged.

Seokmin watched you with curious eyes, you were totally focused on the clothes and you looked different, your countenance was dazzling and mysterious at the same time. You hadn't realized that Seokmin had been looking at you since the beginning of the show; for him, the show didn't matter when he could simply observe your every detail and expression.

As he walked through the middle of a large, chic hall, full of people drinking their champagne and sporting their latest clothes after the big show, Seokmin tried to find the girl who had captured his attention. Until he saw the same pair of eyes that had always caught his attention: you were talking to a very influential person in fashion, but things didn't seem to be going well.

Seokmin approaches with a smile on his face

"Hello...Y/N right? Sorry to disturb your conversation, but can I talk to you for five minutes?" Seokmin smiles

When you realize who it is, your smile fades a little, after all you've been avoiding him. As soon as your eyes meet his, you remember all the past you've had and that night when you decided to give up on everything.

It was an ordinary Wednesday night when you decided to end it all. You'd known each other since you were 16, when you were just a trainee, and for as long as you can remember, you'd been in love with him. But the more time passed, the more you felt the pressure of being an idol, you simply didn't have a romantic life with Seokmin, you couldn't go out or have dinner together because everyone would know about your relationship and your company didn't want that. It had been three years since you were in this relationship and it seemed to only put pressure on you, your life revolved around hiding the relationship from the two of you.

Seokmin snaps two fingers in front of you making you wake up from all the thoughts and memories you had with him

"Long time, Y/N" He smiled

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You crossed your arms

"Well, you tour abroad and you can't speak English properly? You didn't seem to understand anything in that conversation"

"Of course I understood, I was just confused because she was talking too fast" you walk to a private corner while picking up a glass of wine

Seokmin accompanies you, he was curious about what had happened to you since the break-up

"How's life?" He leans against the wall and stares at you

"Are you really going to do that? You don't have to try to talk to me, after all, the last time we saw each other you hated me." You sip some wine, trying to forget how much that night hurt you.

"I didn't even remember that, I'm not holding any grudges... if it's all right for you, then it's all right for me" He gives you the same smile and waits for your reaction

"Then we're even" You give a forced smile

Just then, a waiter walked by with a tray of wine glasses. Seokmin reached out to take one, but a sudden stumble caused the glass to slip out of his hands, spilling the red liquid in his direction. Your dress is stained red, leaving you embarrassed and Seokmin ashamed

You look at him angrily

"Seokmin, look what you've done!" You grab a cloth and try to wipe it off, but it only makes matters worse

Seokmin looks totally embarrassed and worried

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" he tries to help you, taking a cloth and trying to wipe it off

The stain was right on your stomach and a little close to your breasts, as you felt his touch after so long, your cheeks turned a little red and you tried to hide it with your anger

"Don't touch me Seokmin" you pulled away from him, walking into the great hall, inside you found a room where you took out your cell phone and called your manager, so you could get another dress.

Meanwhile Seokmin was trying to find where you were, after all he wanted to apologize and didn't want things to turn out this way.

You were standing with your arms folded with your back to the door waiting for your manager, after all he said he was close by. the door opens and you say

"Quick, open my dress, this smell of wine is bothering me" you say without looking to the door

you feel hands running down your back as open your dress, that feeling was familiar to you, and then you hear the voice of the person who caused all this

"I'm sorry Y/N... let me make it up to you..."

You turn around quickly with red cheeks and see that it's Seokmin

"What are you doing here? Do you want to cause more trouble?" You say trying not to give in, but it was difficult, all the old feelings were coming back.

He laughs a little and faces you "You know I didn't mean it... let me apologize the way I know how" He stares at you, waiting for your reaction as he gently brings your lips closer.

Your legs freeze and you just can't say anything, you wanted it, you wanted to feel Seokmin's lips again. By now you were totally surrendered to him.

When your eyes close and you feel Seokmin's lips, that familiar sensation takes over your whole body, you feel like you're home after a long time.

There was no hesitation when their lips finally met, a passion they had both been holding in for so long was finally released. Seokmin's hands were roaming all over your body, sending all kinds of impure thoughts to your brain. Your lips were in perfect sync, as were your tongues, which were also present in the kiss.

When you both finally ran out of air, Seokmin pulled away and whispered in a hoarse voice with his eyes closed

"I want you...like I've always wanted since I was 16" he opened his eyes and faced her "come back to me Y/N...come home"

That was the pinnacle for you, after those words you could no longer hold in all that passion that had been stored up for so long, you brought your lips together again, causing Seokmin to pull you in, closing any kind of space between the two of you.

His hands were still on her body, and they went to her open zipper, pulling the stained dress down completely. "At least the accident did some good," he said, totally mesmerized by your body in just your underwear. You roll your eyes and laugh softly, "My God, how could I have stayed away from you for so long?" He stares at you with that smile as his kisses trail down to your neck, low moans coming from your mouth as Seokmin leaves marks on your neck.

"This is so wrong, but it feels so right," you whisper. There was no doubt about your feelings for each other and you could no longer resist the physical attraction

In one swift movement, Seokmin picks you up and places you on a random table in the room. In the meantime, his mouth never left your neck, making you continue to moan and driving him crazy "One day you're going to kill me with pleasure Y/N" he said between kisses

"Don't worry, I'm already doing it now" you let out a smile and your hands go down to Seokmin's blouse.

As your hands slowly move down to Seokmin's dress shirt, the intensity of the moment intensifies. The fabric of the shirt ripples with every movement of your touch. His fingers slide between the buttons of Seokmin's shirt, teasing him with each stroke. Soon, the shirt begins to move lower and lower, revealing more and more of Seokmin's muscular frame underneath.

you can feel your own heart pounding and the heat rising through your skin. Perhaps Seokmin's claim that you were already "killing him with pleasure" was right all along.

He stopped kissing her neck and faced her as he slowly descended, looking into her eyes. He was at the height of her legs, while his hands caressed her thighs as he slowly spread her legs apart.

"For you I keep my legs open and forget everything" you said in a sensual and provocative way

Seokmin's smile widened and he left a kiss on the inside of her thigh

"I know, but maybe you can't keep them open for long," he says, teasing you even more

His kisses move upwards until they almost reach the middle of your leg, and then your phone rings, taking all the focus away from you.

You pick it up and your eyes go wide and you quickly get up from the table, looking for your dress and leaving Seokmin at a loss.

The call is ended and you say "My manager is here, he's looking for me, quick, get out of here" you say desperately and put on your stained dress

He gives you a mischievous smile "well, looks like we'll have an audience to see what I'm going to do to you" he approaches you again and you push him towards the door "stop Seokmin, no one can catch us here"

He laughs and then opens the door saying "Fine, fine but...I'm not done with you yet"

@bbiine, 2023

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Not What We Bargained For

PART 1 of 2

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<< Request >> "If it's possible, could you make a story about harry hating you and you didn't know why and then one day you have to share a hotel room with him and you find him jacking off in bed!?! Smut obviously and a fluff ending please?" @pandisasterthatlived

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Summary: Harry dislikes YN. She dislikes him. As long as they avoid each other, they can manage to be in the same office. But an unexpected work trip creates more tension than anticipated.

A/N: This was fun to write! I've been wanting to do an enemies to lovers story and this was the perfect way for me to dip my toes into that trope. Hopefully you enjoy it. Might do a pt. 2 later?

>> Warnings: some explicit language, workplace rivalry & jealousy, sexual tension, self-pleasure, oral (male receiving), mild fingering, unprotected penetration

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She isn't supposed to be here.

Harry is cursing Doug for his weak immune system, which is currently being attacked by the flu. He should've sucked it up, this is too important. Of course, that's a selfish thought, and Harry knows that, but he can't stop it from popping into his head ever since he was told that YN will be the one to take Doug's place.

He can't stand her. He basically hasn't since the beginning. When she first walked into the office, it seemed like she would be a pleasant presence to have around, another pleasant person to work with. But he was wrong.

Right off the bat, she is rude, and ignores Harry if there happens to be a moment that they are near each other, which he tries to avoid as much as possible. He is one of the top associates. It would only help her career if she was willing to work with him. She doesn't seem to care about anyone else's ideas, she just presents her own as soon as a question is asked in a meeting, and she is constantly taking assignments that could be covered by anyone else. She just comes across as so arrogant, and it does nothing but annoy him at this point.

Why would he want to work with someone like that? To work with an outside hire who thought she was better than everyone else as soon as she got tnere? He wouldn't. He doesn't. And he can't stand the fact that he is being forced to work with her now. He can't stand her.

"Have you gone over the presentation? Read the notes?"

"Yes, Styles. I have. I am prepared."

She will have to prove that in the meeting. However, he doesn't really want to give her much of a chance to do so. This was his assignment. He deserves to present it. He deserves the credit and recognition.

"Just so you know, I'm taking the lead on this."

"I figured as much."

"Good." He responds. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

She sighs and out of the corner of his eye, he catches YN rolling hers.

"If you don't think you can handle it-"

"Seriously? I've done this plenty of times before. This isn't my first presentation!" She snaps back, taking him a little by surprise. He's never heard her raise her voice, but then again he isn't around her much to hear it.

"Sure. But I won't need much help, yeah?"

"Whatever. Fine by me." She responds, crossing her arms and staring out the window.

He rolls his eyes at the way she is pouting. She obviously can't handle that she isn't in charge of this assignment. It serves her right, always trying to one-up everyone else and not being a team player. This is a taste of her own medicine.

"I can pretty much close this deal on my own."

~~~~~

"What our company is presenting to you is an opportunity to grow your business with-"

"Growth, Ms. YLN? Can you guarantee growth?"

"Well, yes-"

"Thank you, Ms. YLN…" Harry clenches his jaw in her direction. "Mr. Tills, the data speaks for itself. What Downings & Co. can guarantee is that your business is worth the risk for the company. And if you consider the ramifications of a drastic change in the financial climate, I believe it is worth the risk for your business to let Downings & Co. oversee things."

Harry glares right at YN as soon as the other members in the meeting are distracted in conversation with each other.

How dare she? This was his presentation. He was the lead and she had no right to add anything else. In fact, she caused doubt and more questions to be raised. He just hopes that she has not ruined his chance to acquire this client.

"Let us have a moment to converse, if you don't mind." Mr. Tills requests.

"Of course." Harry agrees, gathering all of his notes and throwing another quick glare in YN's direction.

They both walk out of the conference room and take a seat just outside.

"What the hell was that?" He scolds.

"Excuse me?"

"You did not need to add anything to the pitch, YN! I had it under control." He begins to raise his voice, taking a deep breath as he notices the receptionist's quick glance in his direction.

"I was just trying to help."

"I told you that I don't need your help."

Although she is quiet, he can hear her scoff, and her body turns to face him.

"You know what, Styles?" She whispers, her eyes scanning the lobby to be certain that no one else is in earshot. "Fuck you."

"What?" He replies, his brow furrowing deep at her astonishing statement, especially in this professional setting.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I said fuck you."

"Me?" He pulls his lips in and does a scan of their surroundings too. "I had this. It was going perfectly, until you caused them to question the growth of their company."

"You weren't doing as well as you think." She quietly chuckles.

"Oh, because you think you can do everything better than anyone else?"

"No…" She huffs. "Because I saw what they-"

"I don't want to hear it, YN. You better hope we don't-... I don't… lose this deal now."

She turns her body away from his and they sit in silence, waiting for the board's decision to be made.

A few minutes later, the conference room door opens and the pair are motioned back inside.

"Mr. Styles and Ms. YLN, we have considered all you have proposed and have agreed to take up the offer."

Harry manages to keep his composure and continue with professionalism.

"Fantastic. I believe that this will be a very beneficial partnership, Mr. Tills."

Another meeting is set up for tomorrow to go over and sign paperwork, so the job is finished for tonight, and they both head back to the hotel.

~~~~~

As the silverware clanks against their plates at the hotel restaurant, the silence feels refreshing to Harry. At least he doesn't have to hear her speak or engage in any kind of awkward conversation.

He whines to himself as he hears YN suddenly clear her throat. He's not surprised she can't keep her mouth shut, or her opinions to herself.

"Look, I really tho-"

"Honestly, I'm not in the mood to talk about it. Yeah?" He interrupts. "I'm just glad it worked out in the end."

"Yeah." She responds. "Now you can celebrate."

"No." He shakes his head.

"Wait, what? You're not gonna celebrate because… why? Because you thought I was going to ruin everything for you? Even though I didn't…"

He wants to argue with her so badly. This is not all about her, as she makes everything out to be. But they are in public, and he is not about to make a scene. So, he decides to bite his tongue and give her a quick honest answer as politely as he can. He lowers his fork, wipes his hand on his napkin, and clasps his hands in his lap.

"No." He reiterates. "I don't celebrate 'til the deal is fully done."

"But we-... I mean, you…"

"I wait 'til everything is official. Signatures and stamps and all that shit."

"Oh." She sits up straighter in her chair.

"What?" He asks sternly.

"Nothing." She pulls her lips inward and drops her gaze. It might be the first time Harry has ever seen her look like this. She almost looks insecure.

"What?" He asks again.

"I just…" She shrugs, gaze still downward. Her new demeanor is completely throwing him off. "I celebrate too early, compared to the 'Styles way'... I guess."

Harry returns his hands to his utensils, shoving a large fork full of his dinner into his mouth.

"That's 'cause you're too cocky." He mumbles, enjoying the fact that his food is muffling his words.

"What's that?" She asks, leaning closer to potentially make out the statement she hopes he will reiterate.

"I said… I said that I guess I'm too cocky." He lies, starting to clench his teeth as he notices that her reaction is giving away that she agrees.

"Well…" She shrugs. "We have our own ways of doing things."

"Certainly do." He replies, beginning to see her shoulders relax a bit, but he quickly straightens up and pushes his plate to the side. "I'm finished."

"Oh! Okay. I'm almost done too." She replies, stabbing as much food as she can with her fork.

"No, please, don't rush." He holds his hand up to reassure her that she doesn't need to hurry, hoping she will listen so that there isn't an awkward elevator ride and walk back to the room. He shudders at the odd thought of how that scene would look to others. As if they were a couple. "M'just gonna take a shower. I'll see you back in the room."

"Right." She nods. "See you back there then."

~~~~~

With a shirt and sweats on, and a towel drying his hair, Harry walks out of the bathroom and almost collides into YN.

"Bloody hell!" He blurts out.

This obviously wasn't the original plan. Harry was supposed to be sharing a room with Doug, someone he would most likely have been spending time with at the bar, being wingman to each other whenever someone caught their eye.

But Doug isn't here, it's YN instead, and because the universe seems to hate Harry, the company wasn't able to find her a separate room.

"Oh shit!" She responds, taking a few more steps away from him. "I just got back. I didn't realize you were right there."

He is thankful he didn't risk it and walk out in a towel, or how he usually walks around. Naked.

"Right."

She places her jacket and bag next to her suitcase, and sits on her bed to remove her heels.

"Stupid fucking things." She states, tossing them to the side and massaging her feet. "Is the bathroom free now?"

He simply nods and she swiftly grabs some clothes, heading straight in there and closing the door.

While he hears the water running, Harry sends a quick, scolding text to Doug, and puts an alarm on his phone.

He puts it down on the nightstand and turns his lamp off before he brings his hands up underneath his head.

His eyes close, and he replays the meeting in his head. He critiques himself on the areas he could have improved, still mentally patting himself on the back for the win, and clenches his jaw as he remembers YN's interruption. One thing pops in his mind that he didn't think anything of before. It was the look of embarrassment on her face when he glared at her. He attributes it to the fact that she couldn't handle a bruise to her ego, but he can't seem to shake the small feeling that it may have actually been genuine.

The bathroom door suddenly swings open, with the scent of lavender and vanilla floating through the air as she returns her work outfit to her suitcase. He subtly opens his eyes, curious to see what YN looks like in a normal setting. Well, in a 'not-the-office' setting.

Harry can't help but notice the way her wet hair falls down and frames her face, no longer being confined into a ponytail. He notices the freckles on her cheeks that are usually hidden by her makeup. He also notices how smooth her bare skin looks, now that it's showing off as a cotton shirt and shorts sit nicely on her body.

He had already admitted to himself, on the first day they met, that she was attractive. She has always looked presentable and professional, and attractive. But this is different. He has never seen her look so natural, there's no reason he would have, and he is taken back by how much he likes seeing her this way.

He is brought out of his thoughts as soon as he hears the creaking of her bed. She turns off the lamp closest to her, but with the city lights peeking through the small opening of the curtains, he can just make out her silhouette.

"Goodnight." She softly speaks.

"Yeah. Goodnight." He replies, turning away onto his side and letting his mind wander as he drifts off to sleep.

~~~~~

Harry wakes up and notices that the sliver of the window he can see still displays a dark sky. He checks the bedside clock to confirm that he has only been asleep for a few hours. He is annoyed that he has randomly woken up, but more so than that, he is annoyed that he has woken up with his dick stiff and throbbing.

He's a man, this has obviously happened to him before, but tonight's is painfully desperate for some relief and he knows he will not be able to return to sleep without taking care of himself.

He turns over to evaluate YN's current position and finds her asleep, facing the other wall. He begins to weigh his options, but his hand uncontrollably makes its way down to the bulge in his sweats, and it feels too good to discontinue those motions.

He glances back over to YN, letting out a heavy breath to test her ability to stay in slumber. When she doesn't react, he slides his hand into his briefs and continues to palm himself, breathing out heavily at the touch.

It feels too good, and he is desperate for relief. He needs it now. He can be quiet, and can stop if he suspects she is waking up. Plus, the risk of getting caught is surprisingly making this all the more enticing for him right now.

He brings his hand out of his pants, pulling them down to free his throbbing dick from its confines, and spits in his hands for some lubrication.

As he checks on YN's position once again, becoming more aroused at the sight of an attractive woman laying there, he begins to stroke himself. The immediate pleasure that his motions create cause him to bite his lower lip and buck up his hips. His thumb rubs over his tip and he can feel himself leaking already. He manages to pull his other lip inward just in time to muffle a moan, and he begins to thrust his hips up to the rhythm of his strokes.

But as good as it feels, he can't seem to get himself over the edge. He spits in his hand for more lubrication and pumps faster, and an uncontrollable, but quiet, moan is released from his lips.

"Come on…" He whispers, tilting his head back further against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut even tighter.

"Can't close the deal?"

"Shit!" Harry immediately stops stroking himself and his free hand flies up to slap his face.

This is just perfect. Not only does he need release from such an intense erection, but now the one person he can't stand has caught him in the act. Everything about this moment is painful.

He turns his head and peeks through his fingers, just making out her figure and her face staring back at him.

"I… fuck… I…" He stumbles, his ego fading and being overshadowed by embarrassment.

"Need some help?" She chuckles. "I can help."

"Oh fuck off, you're not making this any better for me." He states, an intense blush raging in his cheeks as the intense erection rages within his grasp.

"I could make it better. If you want me to."

"You're not serious! Are you?" He asks, astonished by what he thinks, and also sort of hopes, that she is offering.

"Well, if you can't do the job yourself…" She laughs. "I might as well take the lead on this."

He groans, aching for release.

She shrugs. "It's funny how you didn't need my help earlier in the meeting, but now you clearly do."

"It's not funny." He frowns as he experiences her arrogance yet again.

"It's just too damn bad I don't have the right skills for the job." She adds.

His frown turns into a smirk, actually delighted by her teasing nature. "I can sense your sarcasm."

She shakes her head, looking his body up and down as he lays there on the bed.

"And I can sense your desperation."

Harry clears the lump in his throat. He knows she is being witty, giving him the same back talk that he's given her, but god he thinks it's sexy. Saying she'll help him cum almost makes him explode right there, but he suddenly realizes that he wants what she is offering. Wants and desperately needs at this point.

"I'm very good." She chuckles. "But if you don't think you can handle it-"

"I can!" He interrupts. "I want to."

YN crawls her way onto his bed and closer to him, making her way to lay over his legs, as his breathing picks up its pace.

She gets positioned over his tip and flickers her gaze up to him as she bites her lower lip. He squirms as he lays there, desperate for her to please him.

Her gaze drops down to his dick, and she grabs ahold of his base as her smooth tongue glides up his length. He moans out, not meaning to make so much noise, but the way it feels against his skin sends him into a tizzy already.

"Oh my god."

She licks up one more time, before pushing her lips around him and taking his dick in her mouth. From the feeling alone, one hand jolts down and entangles in her hair, causing her to hum against him.

"Fuck, it feels good." He admits. And it does. It feels better than he would've thought. She takes him in so easily, her soft lips sliding around him as his dick enters between them.

She suddenly pulls off of him and sits back on her knees, pumping him slowly with her hand.

"You know, you're a major asshole to me."

His gaze immediately shoots down to meet hers.

"Umm…" he begins to pant, his dick twitching in her grasp and his heart racing at her statement.

"I haven't done anything to deserve that." She frowns.

He would assume she is furious, except he notices the way her teeth are digging into her bottom lip. Instinct wants him to argue, but his body wants him to shut up so she will continue the pleasuring she is giving him. His body wins over.

"No." He replies, his strong palms moving down to grab onto the part of her knees that are just within reach. "You haven't."

"And you haven't really done anything to deserve this…" She proclaims, squeezing her hand just enough around him to cause a buck up of his hips.

"No, I… haven't…" He breathes out.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

She quickly drops herself back down and wastes no time taking his dick back into her pretty little mouth.

The sensation flows over him and he throws his head back into the pillow.

"Fuck." He whispers.

The way she begins to use her mouth is as if she knows what he needs. She swirls her tongue exactly how he likes it, and moves her hand to cup his balls, which causes one hand to grab onto her hair again as the other grips onto the pillow underneath his head.

"YN… you're…" He grunts. "Fuck, you're good at this."

Once again, she hums against him, and the vibration ignites his body. It feels so good for him, and he feels his body tensing. He wants to last longer, but with his hand having started things off, and her amazing oral skills, he knows he cannot hold back much longer.

"Shit!" He growls.

"Hm?" She hums, her eyes snapping up to his as her mouth continues to do its work.

"I usually… last longer." He growls. "But m'bout to cum."

By the look in her eyes, he can tell she is smiling around his dick, and his body bucks up.

"Where… can I…" He tries to breathe out.

YN gives his balls a subtle squeeze and moves her hand on top of the one grabbing her hair. She stops her motions, stabilizing herself with her hands on his thighs, and he begins to thrust.

"Oh my god." He moans out.

He continues to pump in and out, as she effortlessly takes him as deep as he can go. It's perfect. She whines out, and his eyes shoot down to her in concern, but he sees her eyes closed. She isn't resisting. She isn't uncomfortable. She's enjoying it, and that sends him over the edge.

His movements get sloppy and his entire body clenches. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lower lip as his release rapidly spills down her throat.

He slows down his pace and hears her whimper as she keeps her mouth surrounding him, massaging his thighs as he works through the sensational orgasm coursing through him.

As he finishes giving her every last drop, he releases the hand grasping her hair, and she sits back up onto her knees.

"Fuck." He pants, eyes still squeezed shut. "That was..."

"Outstanding?" She chuckles, and he opens his eyes to see a wide grin displayed on her plump-lipped face, instantly matching it with his own. Usually her arrogance would annoy the hell out of him, but she has every right to be. It really was outstanding.

"Yeah." He nods.

She begins to move around his body, but he gently grabs her wrists and pulls her closer, causing her to straddle his waist.

"What are you doing?" She gasps, propping herself up with her hands on his chest.

"What if I told you… that I want to flip you over right now and give you a good fuck?"

Her mouth drops open slightly. "What?"

Harry's eyes take in her body. She's still wearing her cotton shirt and shorts, and he is so tempted to see what's underneath. He begins to softly glide his palms against her thighs, running them over her hips and up to her waist.

Her breath hitches and he smirks.

"You did something for me…"

"I did it out of necessity…"

"Really? It's not part of your job description to wrap those pretty pink lips around my dick and suck me off."

"Well, it was a lot of work." She smirks, causing his own breath to hitch at her quick wit. He's finding her sexier by the minute.

"Well, you have one satisfied customer."

"Of course I do! That was some of my best work. I knew you'd like it." She smirks again, causing him to grab tighter on her waist and she lets out a sweet subtle gasp. He can tell she is pretending to resist, because by the heat he can feel between her legs, he knows she wants it, and it makes him want it even more.

"I fucking loved it."

His hands dip under her shirt after seeing her smile, and he is enticed by the smoothness of her skin. Without warning, she grabs the hem of her shirt and swiftly pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side.

Harry licks his lips at the sight of her beautiful body, his eyes taking in every inch of the smooth skin. Never in a million years did he think he'd ever be watching her half naked body as it slowly begins to grind on him.

His gaze moves up to her lips. Those pretty, plump lips that were just taking him in and pleasuring him moments ago.

He can't help himself, wanting to know what they feel and taste like, so he pulls her down on top of him, their chests flush with each other.

One palm reaches around to the back of her head, and there is absolutely no resistant as he smashes their lips together. They do taste good, just as he thought.

An arm wraps around her waist and he swiftly rolls over, keeping their lips together as he hovers over her.

His index finger runs down her body and teases the hem of her panties. She bites her lower lip and he slips his hand inside, running it over her center.

"You're already so wet." He whispers, leaning down and placing another kiss on her lips. He smirks when she responds with a whimper, as he swipes his fingers along her folds once more.

He begins to circle her clit and she moans out, causing a twitch in his dick at the sound.

"Oh my god."

He plays with it one more time, then slides his fingers inside of her and curls them up. She moans again, bucking up her hips as he pumps his digits in and out.

"Fuck, YN, I need to be inside you." He exclaims, with a low and deep exhale. "I need my dick inside of you."

"Please." She whines. "I need it too."

He chuckles at her pleas. He has to admit, he likes seeing her like this- squirming at his touch, yearning for more of him, laying there exposed underneath him.

"You were so cocky before, YN. Now… it looks like you're the one who needs the help…"

"Come on, Harry, please!" She proclaims.

That's the first time she has called him 'Harry' and suddenly a rush of euphoria washes over him. It was such a beautiful sound. The desire to hear, see, and feel more from her begins to overwhelm him.

He sits back and grabs the sides of her panties, slowly removing them from her legs. It's a thong. A sexy, little thong. He's glad he didn't know that she was wearing this during the meeting, because he would've been dazed by the thought, and he's confident he will be distracted tomorrow thinking about another one sitting right down the middle of her ass cheeks.

Another twitch of his dick brings him back to the physical activities, so he quickly removes his sweats and briefs.

He teases his tip at her entrance, coating himself with her wetness before pushing himself in.

It feels good. Being inside her feels really good, and he immediately begins thrusting, as if he is smothering his dick with the feeling of her tight, coated walls.

She lets out a strong whine and he is instantly snapped out of the bliss.

"Shit. Y'alright?" He asks, keeping his voice tender with concern.

"Yeah." She pants. "It's just… I knew you were big, since my mouth was just on you, but… I just need a second… to get used to it this way."

The compliment leaving her lips makes his dick twitch yet again, and he adjusts himself so he can slowly, steadily slide in and out of her.

"That better?" He asks, gazing into her eyes to gauge her level of comfort.

"Yes." She nods in response. "And I want you deeper."

"Yeah?" He smirks. "Want my dick to fill you up?"

"Yes!" She moans, her chest moving quickly with each of his movements.

He pushes her knees closer to her chest as he begins to thrust in deeper.

"Yeah." She moans again, the sound inflating every part of his ego. He actually likes knowing he's pleasing her more than he thought he would. More than be usually does during sex. "Just like that, Harry. Oh my god."

"You're so fucking tight, YN. You're squeezing around me perfectly."

"It feels so good." She whimpers.

"How good? Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, Harry!" She moans, locking her eyes on his as the praise spills out of her mouth. "You're making me feel so good!"

"What else will make you feel good, baby?"

"Faster." She bites her lip for a moment. "Faster and harder."

Her request sends shivers down his spine. She wants it all and he is so intoxicated by her that he's ready to give it all to her.

"Fuck, YN." He grunts, feeling her straighten her legs to rest on his shoulders. "Fuck I'll do it all for you."

He grabs onto her thighs and begins to pound into her.

"Oh god, Harry!"

"Mmm. So fucking good."

He gives everything he has with each thrust in, pulling out quickly so he can do it all again.

He looks back down at her and feels the indescribable desire to be closer. He wants to feel every inch of her.

He maneuvers his hands between her legs and lowers himself down, resting one forearm on the side of her head, as he uses the opposite to hold onto the back of her thigh.

Both of her hands reach around and tangle themselves in his curls. As he continues his deep, hard, fast thrusts, his breath quickens at the intense desire to take her completely.

"God, I want to ravish you." He admits, unsure how his confession will be perceived.

"I can't guarantee I won't scratch and bite…" She replies, causing his hand to instinctually grab tighter onto the back of her thigh.

"But I can guarantee you'll cum."

His lips swiftly move to her neck, sucking every spot he comes in contact with, not worried about the marks that might show during tomorrow's meeting.

She grabs his shoulders and runs her nails down his back, shooting a sensation through his entire body. Once again, it's as if she knows exactly what he wants, likes, and needs.

He kisses back up her neck to her lips again, parting them with his tongue and gliding his in.

Their tongues move in synchronization, as his hands roam her body. His fingers meet with her nipple, and the high-pitched whimper that leaves her lips is enough to encourage him to play with it.

She squirms and moans, causing him to remove his lips from hers and join his hand. His tongue immediately licks her nipple, and a pleasure-filled shriek echoes through the entire room. His palm grabs her breast and provides a better vantage point to suck all around the breast.

Her breaths and whimpers are all he can hear as he moves over every inch of her smooth skin, and gives everything his dick can provide her.

"Ohhh. Harry, I'm…"

"Tell me." He grunts into her ear.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Cum… YN, I wanna…" He grunts again as his movements get sloppy. "I wanna feel it!"

He props her leg on his shoulder and brings that hand up to her jaw, pressing his lips firmly against hers again.

She lets out a vibrant moan, one that could set every fiber of his body ablaze.

"Oh my god, Harry!"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

Her hands run up and grip his hair, tugging on it as her body squirms beneath him.

"H-... Har… oh god!"

Her hips suddenly buck up, getting him as deep as he can go before she drops down onto the bed after one last, beautiful moan of his name.

"Harry!"

"I'm close, baby, I can… in you?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck I'm gonna give you… all of it."

"I want all of it." She whispers.

With that, he spills into her once again, reducing his thrusts as he melts down on top of her, kissing her neck as they both work through their orgasms together.

"Harry, that was…"

"Outstanding?" He chuckles against her skin and she breathes out a laugh of her own.

"Yeah. Outstanding."

He rolls off, leaving them both laying on their backs in bliss, and trying to catch their breath.

"You can, umm, stay in my bed tonight… if you want."

She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow.

"Mr. Styles wants to cuddle?" She giggles.

The sassy, yet sexy expression on her face causes a blush to cover his.

"Forget it." He responds, embarrassment filling him as the reality, and original cause, of what happened reenters his mind.

She scoots closer, running one hand through his tossled hair, then cupping his cheek as she places a gentle kiss on his lips.

He can't fully comprehend what he's feeling, definitely not in any coherent matter at the moment, but he melts at her touch. Then he melts more as she looks into his eyes with the sweetest gaze.

"You want to be big spoon or little spoon, Harry?"

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Harry is pulled out of his sleep to the sound of beeping and YN calling his name.

"What?" He asks.

"Can you turn off your fucking alarm?"

"M'sorry." He fumbles around on the nightstand next to him, barely opening his eyes enough to silence his phone.

"Thank you!" She sternly exclaims.

He finally blinks his eyes open to find YN laying in the other bed, hands covering her face and she begins to blink her eyes open. He frowns, not remembering when she left his bed, and a little confused as to why.

"Well good morning to you too." He chuckles, propping his head up on his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh, happy that this deal will be done and that I can go back home…"

"Well, yeah." He chuckles again. "But, I mean, how are you feeling about last night?"

She twists her head in his direction and gives him an unsettling frown.

"Dinner was fine."

"Right…" He dramatically rolls his eyes.

"I had a good sleep… if that's what you mean..?"

His heart sinks and stomach twists into knots, as she raises up and gets off her bed, walking towards her suitcase and grabbing her toiletry bag.

Does she regret it? Was she actually disappointed? Or is she just that heartless? She can't be. Not the way she was treating him last night. That definitely wasn't heartless.

"Right, but-"

He scoots closer to the edge of the bed and his hip slides over a large damp spot on his sheets. He looks down and feels around for a clue as to what it is and why she is suddenly acting a little cold towards him.

He examines the bed, the room, and her figure as she heads towards the bathroom.

He suddenly realizes what's going on, and his heart stops as he buries his face in his pillow.

She is in her bed. She is wearing her cotton shirt and shorts. He is wearing his briefs and sweats, and there's a damp spot on his bed.

They didn't have sex.

He looks up to catch one last glimpse of her before she walks into the other room, and his stomach drops.

Nope, they didn't have sex.

He just had a wet dream.

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forgetminot · 9 months

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Sharing Cigarettes.

✿ Arthur Morgan x gn reader ✿

Warnings : Both Arthur and reader smoking, fluff, tiny tiny bit of angst if you blink, reader is sarcastic and blunt (just like our man, he's a bad influence)

Author's Note : I love him

Summary : You and Arthur share a cigarette by the lake.

You make your way through the forest; the faint glow from the moon shines through the cracks in the trees and lights up the dirt path ahead of you. The only sounds that can be heard are the snapping of twigs and the rustle of leaves as you walk. You continue along the small trail and push the stray branches away with your hands as you step out onto the pebbled beach.

"Took you long enough, thought you got lost." You roll your eyes slightly at the gruff voice and make your way across the beach towards the faint glow in front of you.

"You could have waited." You mumble, raising your brow as the man shrugs.

"Would have been sat waitin' a while."

"You are so annoying." You groan, reaching out and snatching the lit cigarette from his hand.

"Don't you have your own damn cigarettes?" He protests.

"Sharing is caring, Arthur." You smile as you lift the smoke to your lips. He mumbles something quietly under his breath as you inhale deeply. "What's put you in such a mood?" You tease.

"You, for starters."

"Wow, I'm hurt." You smile, taking the cigarette and holding it out towards Arthur.

"Just Dutch driving me crazy, is all." He responds as he takes his cigarette back from you.

"Dutch is always driving everyone crazy, doesn't usually put you in such a bad mood." You move to lean beside Arthur, the rock digging into your back uncomfortably.

"He seems more... Out of it, than usual."

"In what way?" You question, turning to face him as he blows smoke into the air.

"You haven't noticed?" Arthur asks as he hands you back his cigarette and you take it with a smile.

"I mean, I guess?" You sigh. "I don't know, I think everyone is feeling that way lately."

"You not feeling the best?"

"Don't get me wrong, I love everyone in camp." You laugh quietly to yourself. "Let's just say... it's nice to have some alone time, like we are right now."

"So you like my company?" Arthur teases.

"Suppose you are okay to be around." You joke back as you blow a cloud of smoke in his direction, earning a small glare in return.

"Now my feelings are hurt." He mocks, placing his palm against his chest.

"I'm sure you will get over it." You look down at the cigarette between your fingers. "Do you have another?" You ask as you motion to the nearly dull one.

"No." He replies casually.

"No? Well aren't you useful." You tut sarcastically.

"I wasn't plannin' on sharing" He mutters as he swipes the cigarette from your hand.

"Hey! Didn't Dutch ever teach you it's rude to steal." You grin as you reach out.

"Quite the opposite, actually." He jokes, tilting his head back against the rock as he holds his cigarette up into the air.

"Shari-"

"Sharing is caring." He mocks, lifting the cigarette higher from your grasp. "Go on, You can do it!" He cheers.

"I hate you." You laugh as you hit him lightly across his chest.

"Thought I was, okay to be around?" He repeats your words as you move back to your previous spot against the rock.

"I sometimes wonder why I enjoy your presence."

"So now you enjoy bein' around me?" He smiles widely as you groan and passes you back the cigarette.

"Thank you." You mumble.

"What was that?" He laughs gently as you ignore his question and inhale another drag.

"You ever gone night fishing?" You ask out of the blue.

"I ain't the best when it comes to fishing." He mentions, gazing out onto the lake.

"I know that. That's not what I asked." You grin cheekily.

"Why are you asking?" He questions, taking back the cigarette once more.

"Because I want to go fishing." You state bluntly.

"Go fishing then." He responds- just as bluntly as you.

"Not much fun to go on my own."

"Ask Hosea." He suggests.

"Hosea isn't here, you fool." You step forwards from the rock and cross your arms against your chest as you stare back at Arthur.

"Fine, I'll come fishing with you." He sighs, dropping the smoke into the sand and stomping it out with his boot.

"Ain't like your going to be doing much, you wont catch anything." You Jest, smiling to yourself as you head towards the lake.

"Is that a challenge?" He laughs faintly as he follows after you.

"It will be an easy challenge." You grin.

"You have no idea what you are getting yourself into." He chuckles as you both stop at the shoreline.

"Oh it's on, Morgan."

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bygiornogiovanna · 1 year

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Back to what we were

a small yandere! giorno one shot because I love this man so much

actually, it isn't small at all oopsie. I got carried away.

warnings: implied yandere themes, implied stalking, giorno still considers you are together, manipulating

also, i don't know if my previous post was seen, but my requests have been opened again. send me your ideas!

Everything went quiet.

The chatter stopped the moment he opened the door.

You felt your knees getting weak when you saw his tall figure. It felt like time stopped the second he stepped inside the room.

With his blonde locks resting gracefully on his shoulders and his head held high, he exuded a superior air. The power he gave off was intoxicating.

His presence was overwhelming.

Every pair of eyes was laid on the influential man walking across the room. Even you couldn't break away from his spell over the public.

You, who weren't supposed to be there.

Actually, he wasn't supposed to be there. Because you worked there and he didn't.

You and Giorno broke things off a long time ago. At least, that's what it felt like.

In reality, only a few months passed. And, during those months, you couldn't say you were the happiest without him. You missed him much, but your pride kept you from returning to him. Especially since you were the one that broke the relationship.

Your gaze dropped as soon as he stared around the meeting room as if searching for something. His vigilant eyes quickly caught your figure, but he kept up the show.

"Is L/N Y/N here?" His voice rang through the room, pretending to not know exactly where you were, hiding behind your documents.

Your best friend leaned to you, his gaze moving between you and the blonde. He whispered- "Why is our new boss searching for you?"

Wait what? New boss? How?

Even though that would explain what he was doing here.

"New boss?" you whispered back, almost inaudible. Your heart was pounding so hard inside your chest that you were afraid it would get out.

"Yeah, how didn't you know? Mr. Giovanna became our boss a few weeks ago. It's said he bought the company from Diavolo." Before your friend could say anything else, Giorno's suave voice was heard again.

"I'm not aware of how the last boss let you treat him, but when I ask something, I expect answers. Immediately. I also hate repeating myself."

You rolled your eyes at his remark, but you remained quiet. You didn't want to speak with him. You preferred him being mad at everyone in the room, rather than seeing him for the first time in so long.

However, your plans were ruined by one of your coworkers, who almost yelled - "Yes, they're right there!" while pointing to you. You shot a deadly glare across the room, from where your coworker sat.

"Y/N, stand up, please. I can't see you." Giorno said, but the words sounded more like an order. Not wanting to make a scene, you sighed deeply and got up from your seat. "Good. Thank you for telling me, miss Hannah. You, come with me."

You shot another glare in Hannah's direction and got your things. "I'll be back." you murmured to your best friend and followed Giorno outside the meeting room.

Not a word could be heard until you got into what you supposed was his office now, and even then, he didn't say anything. He sat down in his chair, his emerald eyes eating you up.

"Okay. What the hell is happening here? Why are you here? How did you get this position? Why don't you leave me alone?" you said, trying to sound like you were mad at him. Honestly, you were just confused.

The corner of his lips rose, forming half an arrogant smile. You felt your heart flutter, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

"That's no way of speaking to your boss, is it now?" he said calmly, but your head was spinning with the need to know, not giving a damn about his role now.

"Cut the bullshit! I didn't even know you were my boss until like, what, five minutes ago?" you kept your attitude while Giorno just extended his lips into a full smile. However, his eyes weren't smiling back at you.

"I suggest you lower that tone of yours and change your attitude, sweetheart. If you are not aware, I'm the one who is in charge now. I could fire you any second. Perhaps, I should." The coldness hidden in his calm voice sent shivers down your spine.

You roll your eyes, annoyed, and he signals you to sit down. He was right. He did have the power to do it, given his new position. "Fine, I apologize for my behavior. I'm just...confused, to say the least. You were okay with us breaking up, and now you are in my life again. As my boss, but still. I thought that's where our paths diverged. Why are you here?"

"Well, I think you know my dream is to make Italy a better place. Meaning I need to absolutely get rid of drugs. And I'm pretty sure I never agreed on our break up"

"What does that mean? I asked you if you are okay with us parting ways and you said yes!" Probably the combination of shock and confusion that was displayed on your face right now was more than funny, considering the giggle that left his pretty lips.

What am I thinking?!

"Oh, my silly little bunny...You are so funny sometimes."

You raised your brow at his remark.

"What do you mean? I'm pretty sure you did agree." After he realized you were serious, his smile dropped. You felt shivers running down your spine and it suddenly felt like the temperature went down.

"I told you I'm only giving you a break. You really thought I'll let you leave forever?"

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simpingland · 1 year

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Come and rest// Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!oc.

Storms are Bryanne's biggest fears, aside from many other things. In the night, Aemond invite her to his chambers, promising to protect her from the storm and many other things.

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It was night time when Aemond heard the footsteps heading towards his door. He was still awake, with the fireplace still but no candle was lighted. He sited on a chair, cleaning carefully one of his favorite daggers. A storm was happening outside, so he wasn't surprised when she knocked on his door. He smiled a bit when the knocks were much more soft and timid than one would expect it, because she was clearly scared. He opened the door and there she was, Brynne Lannister, the purple lion, or at least thats what they called her. She was wearing a purple night gown, her golden and curly hair lose, contrary to her everyday look, and her eyes meet Aemond's eyes, including the sapphire one. She was surprised by the sudden eye, being the first time she sees it. So she froze there, in the door, no word coming out of her mouth, something quite unusual too.

"Never seen a blue eye in your life, my lady?"asked Aemond.

"I... I have never seen a sapphire that big in my life, my prince" she saved that, like Lannister always saved themselves from situations, just by talking.

"Hm...that sounds right, gold is not as impressive as a good stone" he smirked.

"But it definitely has a bigger reach, hasn't it?" She was clearly gaining confidence by the moment. But she was still at the door, but a smile formed on her lips. Aemond invited her in with a gesture and she entered. "There's not many of this on Casterly Rock..."

"You mean the storms or the sapphire?" He looked at her while she walked around the room, distracting herself from his gaze or the sound of the storm.

"Both" she looked at him.

"And which is the one that scares you?"

"If it was the sapphire then I wouldn't have walked in here, my prince" she have heard about the new eye of the prince, everyone knew about it, but no body has ever seen it, at least not people outside the family, or at least the court thought that. He felt good when Brynne looked at him in the eyes while responding, it felt good to have someone you appreciate feel confortable in your presence, being yourself.

"I'm afraid my room is as close to the skies as yours, lady Brynne" he said while she took a sit next to the chair where Aemond sit a moment ago. "How does this bring you more confort?"

"You know I'm scared of storms" she said.

"Everybody knows that"

"But you are the only one who doesn't laugh at me" she said smiling at him.

"I don't find your fear something funny" he admitted.

She smiled down at the dagger.

They have known each other since Helaena was ten and four, Alicent wanted her only daughter to become much more awake and tuned with her reality, and to be aware of the danger of the Red Keep, also becoming much more lady like with some company as well. When Tyland Lannister mentioned the achievements her youngest daughter had done according to her septa, she asked for her to join the Keep, to accompany her daughter. Tyland felt divided, he loved the idea of having her daughter closer to him but hated the fact that she would be thrown into the game. But he couldn't refuse, its was the Queen's idea and the King only saw it as a beneficial idea. So she came on a boat, that's how Aemond saw her for the first time, along with his siblings. He was too depressed by his recently missing eye to pay too much attention to another silly girl. But he was surprised by the court she dedicated to him, with a very big smile on her face. She also hold her sister's hands and spoke with sweet words to Helaena, who was mostly ignored by the rest of the ladies at court. Every time he would walk into Helaena's room she would be there,listening to her, insects on her hair, hand or shoulder. Helaena was too lost in her explanations to notice the blush on the girls face, as she felt incredibly uncomfortable, but was too kind to say it. Aemond on the other hand, was the one who took the insects away from her and became suddenly interested in their talks, just to get her out of the poor girl. The King used to throw a dinner with the Lords at court every once in a while and in those, Aemond watch as Bryanna sat with Helaena but would pay attention to the talks of his father and the King, becoming aware of many official matters that she would then speak about with Aemond. She was the only competition Aemond had on his academics, often praised by the maester and septas for her knowledge of history and geography, she would know the name of every Lord visitor and their wives and children and incoming wars and confrontations. They all knew that Brianne was one of the most intelligent people in the court. The ability Aemond had with his weapons was the ability Brianne had with attracting people. mornings, she and her father rode around the capital, and the time he heard them speak he would catch on his way of treating her, he was raising a smart girl, or a smart woman, not letting her act in the wildest of her nature. But he loved her and she would speak wonders of him as well. Aemond felt jealous of her relationship with him, but he never let that get into their friendship. Aegon did moslest her, though. He was always saying the most inappropriate things to a lady, sexualizing her non stop. She didn't hold back many times, always with a sassyness response. Must people kept quiet, siding with the prince Aegon, but Aemond supported her publicly and Helaena always laughed. And as they grew up, they became much closer to each other. It was Aemond the one always asking for Bryanne's opinion, dedicating her a rare smile that she longed every moment she wasn't near him. The amount of respect he holded for the girl made her confident and Aemond felt appreciated like a normal person should be, not for achievements or positions, just because he was he. She understood his pain and he understood her pressure for her duties. Many afternoons they said goodbye go Helaena and walked together around the castle. Aemond always walked her to her chamber, she always dragged him by the longest halls, no short cuts. Everytime they crossed paths, both of them could feel lighter, relief in their faces, at least for a few moments in the day. But marriage was never on the talks, as marriage for Aemond was a political reservation and for Brianne was a economic matter.

It was on Briannes ten and five name day and the queen gifted her a feast celebrated for her. Her entire family came to visit, along with many Lords, possible suitors. They gifted her a big amount of jewellery,dresses and perfumes. But Aemond offered her something better, he woke early in the morning, walked to her room and asked her to join him on a flight on Vhagar. She was more scared than excited about it, but she also knew that she was offered to fly on the Queen Visenya's dragon, an offer which many could only dream about. A king gave off his kingdom just to experience what she was freely offered. So Aemond took her to the Dragonspit. She hold into Aemond's chest and put her legs tight into Aemond's legs in such a trusting way that the prince was glad his face was out of her reach, only the Gods would see it. They flew to Tarth.

"The blue of it's water gives them the name of the Sapphire Isle" she said long ago. They watched the beautiful place from the sky, and they came back an hour later, just like he promised his mother. When they came down from the dragon, Brianne felt too shy, but she really wanted to kiss him. But she just said goodbye. Later that night, the feast happened, she walked alone to the room, a purple gown, a very special one gifted by her mother. Tyland toasted in her honor and then, music started. She looked at Aemond, who couldn't put his eyes away from her all night. The girl made a gesture with her head to indicate him to dance. He stood up and asked for a dance, which she accepted with a grin. Everybody looked at them, as the first dance of the night was started with them. Aemond felt the most honored that day, most honoured than ever in his life.

He was remembering this night while sitting with her that stormy night.

"I recall how scared you were when I dragged you to met Vaghar " said Aemond.

"And I recall how tense you were when I dragged you to the dance floor" she laughed.

"I wasn't scared "

"I said tense, not scared" she pointed. "Buy you sure were a great dance partner"

"I wasn't insecure of my skills as a dancer" he said. "I was just surprised you chose me"

"Aemond" she knew exacly why he said that. "Who else would I chose? Aegon?"

"Aegon will inherit the throne"

"Rhaenyra is the heir of the throne, my prince..." she stated, but she was aware of the Greens feeling about that. "A was is coming, isn't it?"

"You can't change the order without a confrontation, Brianne" he said, not looking at her.

"I...I am scared, my prince. Are you scared?" She asked, Aemond kept quiet. "If Rhaenyra wins the war, I'll be her enemy, the Lannisters have sided with the Greens for way too long...she will make me and my family dissappear. But if Aegon is King..." a loud lightning strike on the sky, making her jump in her seat.

"The storm seems to be going to be happening all night. You will do well by sleeping now" sentenced the prince. She stood up, walking away. "No, stay my lady..."

"But then what about you?"

"It won't be the first time I sleep in the sofa, the fire is enough " he opened his bed, offering it to her. "Come, Bryanne. Come and rest".

She accepted, getting into bed alone, covering herself. But she saw Aemond sitting on the fireplace, still awake.

"I can not sleep If I see you there awake " she begged.

"The close your eyes, my lady"

"Aemond, please, come here with me...you'll be warmer".

This was enough for him. He took off his shoes and belt. When he entered the bed, she covered him, making sure he got side of the blanket, and she rested her hand on his chest.

"You gave me a kiss after the dance" said Aemond, trying to distract her from the horrible sounds of lightnings.

"I gave you two kisses, actually" she pointed, smiling at the memory. "One on the cheek" she pointed her finger at his left cheek.

"And the other here" he pointed to the corner of Brianne's mouth.

"Because you walked me to my room...".

They locked eyes for a moment before Aemond spoke again.

"If Rhaenyra wins the war, we will dissappear together. If Aegon is crowned King, I will push his crown on his head so hard that he would be blinded, I will put myself infront of you so he will not find you, I will cut his hand so he never touch you, not even the longest skirts of your dresses. I will cut his nose so he could never smell your hair or your sweetness in your voice. He will never bother you again" he promised. "Marry me, Bry, let me take you as my wife, let me protect you as much as I love you"

Her eyes shined from the tears and even in the night time, Aemond could see the emotional expression in her face. It was now she the one without words.she put their foreheads together and caressing their noses. Then she kisse him, a long and passionate kiss. Aemond let himself melt in her embrace and they kissed all night, a storm striking outside, but it stopped bothering them, as they slept together all night, Aemond with his face in her neck, and Bryanne smelling his silver hair.

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frostythefrostedfox · 8 months

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After my most recent rewatching of the Frontiers cutscenes for other purposes (making fun of how bad they are), I have noticed something, something that let me to have a new headcanon

One that y'all will be forced to read right now, whether you like it or not, and the worst part is that I have evidence of what I am saying, kind of, because this isn't a very serious headcanon, this is just shitposting.

When Sonic first comes across Knuckles, this is the face he makes

They talk for like 1 minute, knuckles punches sonic's hand and this is the face he makes

Knuckles replies with this face

Sonic immediately replies with this face

And then right after they have a staring contest doing these faces

When attacked by Sage, sonic dismises knuckle's advise by doing this face

By the end of his story, they stare at each other like this for like a minute before doing something else

And this is what they do literally on the next scene, like the very next one.

So why did I filled this post with many many pics of sus faces by sonic and knuckles?

Well, because they are the base of my headcanon

Sonic and Knuckles are totally fucking, and not even like on the side type of thing, no, these two are fucking fucking, like fuckbuddies but more bros, fuckbros if you will, they don't say anything about it but everyone that is their true adventure companion or spends enough time with them knows, like Tails, but nobody minds, its their thing and it kinda fits them, everything is a competition with these two dorks

But wait, I hear you say (Actually no), what about Rouge, isn't Knuckles dating her? Well yes! And why you act like those two things are mutually exclusive? Rouge knows, actually she knew even before getting on her thing with Knuckles, and she supports it, the bat is by far one of the oldest characters around besides Big and Vanilla, so she has seen a hell of a lot, and besides, for the type of shit she gets up to, this is like entry level, trust me, you don't wanna go there; she thinks its funny to see the lenghts these two are actually willing to go just to one up the other, she even openly comments about it when in the company of either of these two or someone else that knows, because when you know, you know.

That brings me to my next point, the reason why Sonamy has never been canon other than teasing and baiting, it's because Amy doesn't knows, and Sonic knows that she wouldn't get it, she is younger than Sonic, and her whole life has been pretty normal and average, so why any of these things would ever cross her mind? Sonic thinks that hanging out with Amy is cool and all, and he probably thinks she is cute and so on and so on, but its just more than that, she just wouldn't get it, and that's a problem, so that's why Sonic never took things that far or went serious mode with it.

What about Shadow? Not only he knows, he is also included on the shit, what? Are you for real gonna tell me that these two don't become like 90% gayer on the presence of one another, he is also a hot headed mess that won't give an inch to Sonic because not beating him means losing to him, so he also gets down on that zaza. Oh and BTW, Rouge knows of Shad's involvement too, she encourages it actually, like some sort of enabler of kinkyness, which is the type of friend that everyone needs and everyone should have.

I hope that y'all hated this, if you did then that means I did it right, this is why I shouldn't have the freedom to simply post whatever crosses my mind, follow me for more weird and crack headcanons of any and every franchise.

If you didn't hated this, thought it was funny or actually agree, congrats, you're one of the real ones, mostly because you know I'm saying facts right here

I won't be taking questions, and I won't be changing my mind

#sonic #knuckles #sonuckles #shitposting #shipping #sonic x knuckles #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #sonknux #sonknuckles #suckles

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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Hi! I wanna order some old fashioned jealousy with Billy Russo pls ❤️

hi nonnie! thanks for stopping by the bar! ❤️

headcannon below the cut

billy russo & jealousy

billy russo is the kind of guy that swears he doesn't get jealous

he's annoyingly good looking (& he knows it), owns his own company, has more money than I think he knows what do to with, surrounds himself with the finer things in life, and always gets what he wants

he doesn't think he has anything to be jealous of

until you come along

until your attention is on something other than him

billy talks a big game, but deep down, he's a huge softie, & he's still that little orphan boy at heart that just wants to be loved and important to someone

it could be something small, like he notices you're working a lot lately and don't have as much time to see him, so he's constantly dropping by your office with coffee or lunch, but mainly it's to make sure everyone you work with knows you belong to him

of course you see right through him and call him out on his true intentions

"what, I can't come bring you lunch, doll? if you can't get off work in time for a date, i'll bring the date to you."

or maybe he notices you're spending more time with your friends than him lately, and keeps making comments about it in passing

"you're goin' out with them again? didn't you just see them last night? c'mon darlin', come out with me instead. haven't gotten you to myself in awhile."

he never comes right out and says he's jealous you aren't giving him your full, undivided attention, because he's terrible at expressing his true feelings

in the midst of yet another argument about how you're spending your time lately, I can see him accidentally letting it slip that he wants you to move in

"if you'd just fuckin' move in already, I wouldn't have to schedule time to see my own goddamn girlfriend."

being the self absorbed little shit he is, he doesn't notice what he's said until he finally shuts the fuck up and realizes that you've stopped arguing back with him and your face is frozen in shock, and only then does he back track and finally come clean

"wait...fuck that's not...that's not how I meant to ask you that. I was gonna-shit, this is all wrong. I...look i'm sorry, alright? i'm not tryin' to be an ass here. I just...I miss you, that's all. I feel like I don't get to see you as much as I want to. I just...wanna spend more time with you, doll. that's it. I wanna be selfish sometimes and have you all to myself. I hate havin' to share you all the time."

his jealousy is hard to detect when it comes to certain things, but when it comes to someone openly flirting with you-

oh it is very fucking easy to tell

if billy russo is anything, it's possessive, and if he even thinks someone is trying to hit on you, or you're being a little too nice to another man for his liking, he loses it

if you're getting hit on, billy won't hesitate to come right up to you, wrap his arm around your waist tightly to pull you into his side, and introduce himself as your boyfriend to whoever it is with pure murderous rage in his eyes

if he's feeling particularly enraged, he might just come up and pull you in for a heated kiss right in front of that person, making a show of visibly slipping his tongue past your lips and grabbing your ass before even acknowledging the person's presence with a cocky smirk

"oh, hello. who's your friend, darlin'?"

but if you're the one he thinks is flirting-

he's roughly dragging you to the nearest bathroom/supply closet/etc. to remind you exactly who you belong to

"billy, I was just being nice-" "the only person you needa be nice to is me. now why don't you get on your knees and show me how fuckin' nice you can be."

#billy russo #billy russo request #billy russo headcannon #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #court's 2k follower celebration #court's 2k friends celebration

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vellichxrr6782 · 2 years

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— dancing with our hands tied.

character[s] — diluc ragnvindr. theme & genre — sort of enemies to lovers? ballroom dancing/waltz, fatui harbinger! reader. cw/tw — grumpy diluc, flirty reader word count — 1916 words. a/n — i realised i suck at writing enemies to lovers so ill stick to angst and major character death after this <3 title is from dancing w our hands tied by taylor loml

"i'm surprised, master diluc, you're quite peaceful from what i've seen. my comrades make you out to be an absolute devil." you commented, "it's such an honour to be in your presence."

"oh, trust me, if people weren't watching right now, i would break all the bones in your body."

"how very charming of you, master diluc."

diluc had no clue how a goddamn fatui harbinger snuck into his banquet. he was holding a party for the winery's opening anniversary, and all concerned people were invited.

everyone, except, of course, fatui. so how you, the 12th harbinger invited themselves gleefully to the party, was enough to piss diluc off.

of course, this wasn't his first time meeting you. he'd met you when he was a bit younger, a few months after his father's death. diluc was clearing out a fatui camp near dragonspine, and much to his surprise, a fatui harbinger was actually leading the group.

so the harbingers actually worked? what a shocker. you and him quarrelled a little, and even fought. diluc had fought many fatuus, and you were not as strong as your other harbinger colleagues, but you were still a formidable opponent. if he was to be completely honest with himself, he didn't hate your company, but he didn't like it either. still, diluc left it at that, and thought it was your last meeting with him.

if he knew you would show up to his banquet after years, dressed in fancy clothes, in stark contrast to your usual battlewear, and walking up to him to dance? he wouldn't have believed it.

he was holding a party for the winery's opening anniversary, and all concerned people were invited.

everyone, except, of course, fatui. so how you, the 12th harbinger invited themselves gleefully to the party, was enough to piss diluc off.

he'd heard wind of how a harbinger was in mondstadt, who came to sort something out with the goth grand hotel. the knights were wary, all aware of the fatui's antics, but still indebted to them due to the incident with ursa the drake.

diluc, however, didn't give a shit. indebted or not, he didn't care. you were a harbinger, and therefore his enemy. and even if diluc decided to be fair and give you a chance (which wouldn't happen, hopefully), you were making it really difficult for diluc to not find you intolerable.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, a wry smile spreading across your face as you observed the distaste on his. your feet moved with his in sync, although you had to admit, you were struggling a little to catch up to him. "master diluc, slow down a little," you chuckled, annoyance obvious in your tone.

"stop calling me that, it sounds more like an insult rather than a respectful title from your lips." diluc frowned, furrowing his brows in vexation.

"i'm afraid i don't know what you're talking about, master diluc." you replied in an innocent tone, and diluc rolled his eyes in response.

his grip on your waist tightened as he gently spun you around the ballroom, his calm, calculated movements turning into fierce and annoyed stomps of his feet.

"my, you seem to be irritated. whatever's the matter?" you raised a brow, smirking. diluc swore he felt his blood boil. you internally winced at his hand tightening against yours, but didn't let it show.

"i'm sure you're well aware, l/n. drop the innocent act before i drop-kick you."

gods, you would've actually been scared right now if it wasn't for two things. one, you're a harbinger. it's pretty normal for you to get threats like this, so you get used to it. two, diluc looks like a grumpy kitten. you couldn't possibly take that seriously. he'd changed since you'd last seen him all those years back. he was a young boy, driven by his fury and emotions. now he was much more dignified, but still had the same temper, it seemed.

whispers of 'my, master diluc and that mysterious person look so cute together!' echoed through the room, and diluc swore he'd never wanted to commit murder more in his entire life.

"well, it seems we can't start fighting here, now can we?" you grinned, "so just follow my lead, and let it be. i'm not your enemy in this moment."

"then what am i supposed to treat you as?" diluc grit his teeth, but he knew you were right. he couldn't cause an uproar here, not when everyone was watching.

you leaned in close, your lips brushing past diluc's neck gently, your breath warm as you whispered.

"treat me like a lover, ragnvindr."

the violins sung an intense tune, the rhythm of people moving around grew faster. the trombone blew an elegant symphony, fitting the graceful atmosphere.

the cold look in diluc's eyes softened, as he sighed. his movements filled with anger slowly melted into a graceful dance alongside the melody of the orchestra.

his fingers interlocked in yours, arms wrapped around your waist. "you think this is a game, don't you, l/n?" diluc smirked, his voice firm as it sent shivers down your spin, and your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden change in demeanour. "let's play, then."

the music sped up, the chatter of people drowned as the spotlight focused only on you and him. it was all that mattered. your breaths were in sync with his, hair flowing in the wind as diluc spun you across the ballroom floor. the maestro flicked his baton from one group to another, tapping of feet on the marble floors of the manor resounding in the air.

moonlight flowed into the room, illuminating the floor with a shade of silver. your heart was racing, being so close to someone your colleagues deemed an enemy. but to you, he wasn't an enemy.

diluc was so close to your face, you could see each soft feature of his, glowing under the warmth of the lights. his lips were beautifully soft, untouched by anyone else, and it only made them more desirable. his gaze burned like a passionate fire, and even though it made adrenaline rush through your veins, you wished it would last forever.

god. diluc hated this feeling. was it because it was unfamiliar, or because it was wrong? then again, what was he supposed to do? it was impossible to ignore and irresistable to the point where diluc didn't care. screw the consequences, he thought, hesitating.

why would you have come to the party, and chosen to dance with only diluc, if you didn't want something from him? maybe if you and him were in different situations, where you weren't someone he'd deemed an enemy, in a world where you were just a normal person, would he have felt differently about you? would he have embraced whatever warmth from you that he was denying?

he hated the way you made him feel. confused, conflicted, and angry. it was as if something was telling him not to cross his lines, but what was he to do when you'd been crossing them for him?

in this close proximity, all eyes on you both as you danced across the ballroom, he was sure everyone thought you both had something going on between each other.

how was he supposed to hate you? well, till then, he'd just hate the way you made him feel.

you laughed shakily, "hah, you're surprisingly good at dancing.." a blush covered your cheeks as you realised you should stop complimenting him.

"you're not too bad yourself." diluc replied, closing his eyes momentarily as he stepped towards his right, then left. "you look breathless, though. something on your mind?"

you quickly replied no, perhaps too quickly, and you looked away. all that cockiness and attitude of yours melted away, much to diluc's joy. you were now a little embarrassed, considering he was actually pretty good at dancing and your heart was fluttering from how close he was to you.

and for the finale, diluc gently bent you down, his chest so close to yours where you could hear every beat of his heart, and let it imprint in the deepest parts of your mind.

the orchestra stopped all of a sudden, and so did you and diluc. the people applauded, and resumed their chattering.

you breathed in and out heavily, looking down at the ground. diluc composed himself quickly, his hands still placed on your waist, as if he couldn't let go. his lips were almost touching yours, and you swore diluc's gaze flickered to them for a mere second, as if he were thinking about doing something, but couldn't.

"well, that was... something." you muttered, a deep blush tinting your cheeks.

what would your comrades say when they found out, you had danced with the devil? well, it didn't really matter to you anyway. the harbingers did betrayal best. you were simply following whatever unspoken code of conduct they had set for you.

"now, where's that smug smirk of yours?" diluc had a soft smile on his face as if he'd won. "anything else you want to say?"

"didn't think you could be such a romantic, diluc." you grinned, "are you sure your display of affection was just a bluff, or are you truly in love with me?" you joked, not expecting a serious response from him.

"and if i said i wasn't bluffing?" diluc adjusted his gloves, raising his brows, "what if i am truly in love with you?"

"i...um, what?" you gaped, eyes widening like saucers. "you're not serious, right?"

diluc held back a laugh, "you should've seen your expression in the mirror."

you massaged your forehead, "haha, very funny. i'm sure you can think of better jokes, diluc. i believe in you."

"what an honour to have you believe in me." he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction. "it'll take a lot more than a dance to get me to even consider you a friend."

"my, and if i'm thinking about completely skipping over the friendship stage and straight to lovers?" you tilted your head, and diluc simply shrugged.

"you'd be delusional then."

"hah, was that a fatui pun?" "a what?" "never mind."

"well, if you'll excuse me, i have other guests to attend to." diluc bowed slightly. "you may ask adelinde to escort you straight out the door."

diluc wouldn't be lying if he said something was stopping him from leaving. still, he didn't want to let his newfound emotions get the better of his rationality.

"what a shame, i really wanted to take up more of your time." you frowned, raising your voice so he could hear you, "must you leave your beloved so soon?"

diluc didn't respond, instead choosing to look daggers at you. he whispered after a few seconds, "people will think we're lovers, l/n. please mind the way you speak."

oh, so he didn't want people to think you both were lovers, huh? well, after that passionate dance, you didn't think anyone had a doubt. but seemingly, they still were clueless.

well, wouldn't it be good to clear things up for them?

you approached him, taking off his glove from his right hand. diluc froze, "just what are you doing, y/n-?!"

you closed your eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. a furious blush rose to his cheeks, eyes widening. you smirked while looking up at him, your voice low.

"till we meet again, diluc ragnvindr."

published on; 21st september, 2022 writing belongs to @/vellichxrr6782 on tumblr.

#[🔖 vellichxrr writes ]#diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x you #diluc genshin impact #diluc genshin x reader #diluc x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you

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lilibrownlabonita · 1 year

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Necio - tenoch x latina reader

Summary: In a broken and unhappy marriage the reader allows himself to meet the man he met in a bar for one night.

Warning: adult content, infidelity. Nothing too heavy, but good to warn. Don't forget that Tenoch speaks Spanish and therefore the fanfic contains phrases in Spanish. This is my first fic after years so please forgive me for any mistakes.

Rating: +18

Work count: 7000-8000 ? Don't know :(

Please if you could listen to the song "Necio" by Romeo Santos I would appreciate it, I got the idea of writing from this song. 💕

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"...Fool, why do you have an owner

Fool because you are not mine

My forbidden fruit

Awakens my desire to taste you..."

"...Necio porque tienes dueño

Necio porque no eres mía

Mi fruta prohibida

Me despierta el deseo de probar..."

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His hurried steps to the room I am in wake me up, it makes it seem like he wants to see me I think with remorse. Even after all these five years he still pretends that he doesn't have another woman and runs to her whenever I turn my back, hours later he comes back and says he visited some friends, it's funny how before when he lied I could see the guilt in his eyes and slumped shoulders, now his lies seem like truth and I let myself believe every word, or pretend to believe, it's easier that way.

"I thought it was only a few hours" I say getting up going to the bathroom, I can't stand to look at him while pretending he wasn't between her legs.

"You know Theo likes to drink too much, I lost count of how many times I tried to convince him he needed to come back but he wouldn't give up, I had to stay with him so no tragedy would happen, you know he loses control sometimes. " my husband says as he goes into the bathroom and hugs me from behind like he did years ago when Tom was a good husband and turned to me and his newborn son, somehow everything got out of hand and he lost his way to find himself in her pussy, he is still a good father and goes to our son's swimming lessons, kisses his forehead and tells bedtime stories, but he was never my husband after her. It's like we are in a "friends" relationship but we are actually married, who don't touch or love each other, but we pretend we are a couple for our son and close friends, somehow we have entered into this silent agreement so we never question what each does without the other's presence, a life together but apart, it's easier that way.

That's what I tell myself.

"Tomorrow night I'm going out again" Tom looks at me through the mirror, I think about what an idiot he is and how much I hate him, he just got here and can't wait to see her again, angrily I turn around and look directly at him, my eyes are heavy but I refuse to let a tear fall.

"no"

"No?"

"No, you've been out all day today, it's your turn to stay home and take care of our son, I'm going out tomorrow night, it's been a long time since I've done what I like."

"Wait, what are you talking about?, You just stayed here at home and took care of our son was not difficult at all, I thought you enjoyed taking care of him"

"I do, I love our son, but it's your turn to do this, he misses you, I won't change my mind, good night Tom, take a shower before you go to our bed, you stink of it." I leave the bathroom taking a deep breath, if he thinks he can keep me here forever and get rid of the responsibility he was wrong, it was my turn to have fun, I told myself.

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"...Sincerely you my love

Make a fool of me..."

"...Sencillamente usted amada mía

Me pone necio..."

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I look around and everyone is in company, it's disheartening to be sitting here alone while others are having fun, I miss the years gone by when being in a bar was fun and festive, with sexy drinking and dancing, quick sex in the bathroom and the next day a strong hangover.

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"...Fool, why do you have an owner

Fool because you are not mine

My beloved..."

"...Necio porque tienes dueño

Necio porque no eres mía

amada mía..."

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A handsome man sits down next to me and returning my gaze he gives me the sweetest, sexiest smile I have ever seen, I feel like a teenager again, falling in love with a stranger in a bar, but I can't help it, his skin just a little darker than mine glows in the light of the bar, his blue suit stands out and his pretty mouth is eye-catching, I drink the wine from my glass which is enough to make my blood boil and send tingles to the middle of my legs, thinking about how that smile can get between them.

"I didn't know married women were allowed here, especially the hermosas." He said as he continued to look at me but now mischievously as he noticed my wedding ring.

"My husband doesn't care about the places I go, he's busy with his mistress." I smile bitterly, looking at my wedding ring, and realizing it's over, with me here trying to flirt with a stranger in an attempt to get revenge for my husband's infidelity, it's humiliating but I don't care, if this strange man wants to take me to the bar bathroom and fuck me against the sink I will accept, I just want to have fun and forget about Tom, I want to feel alive and enjoy myself again after over a year of no physical contact with my husband.

"Hm....I don't understand why your husband can be so dumb and let you walk around in that short, clingy dress instead of fucking you tonight"

"I told you, he doesn't give a shit"

"Well, I care, I'm not going to leave a woman like you unsatisfied"

"Unsatisfied?, Who says I'm unsatisfied?" Don't get me wrong, even though I desire this stranger I don't want to seem desperate, I'm not going to give him what he wants that easy, I want to play a little.

"You don't have to say it love, I know you are, that dress, that smile, you want me to fuck you hard and fast, and I will give you what you want, come with me beautiful" That sweet smile appears again, her brown eyes blatantly devour me.

"I don't even know your name, I don't know you, I don't know what you are going to do with me"

"I'm going to fuck you and then fuck you against a wall so you don't run away from me, my name is tenoch, but you can call me mi amor."

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"...My hallucinating love was thrown

Into the ocean for stubbornness

And I am sinking..."

"...Mi amor alucinante se lanzó

Al océano por terco

Y me estoy hundiendo..."

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His hand caresses my pussy while the other squeezes my breasts, his kisses on my neck make me wetter, while I stay on the bed whimpering. Tenoch is affectionate and fiery, his strong hands grip me firmly and squeeze my skin, he runs his hands all over my body until he reaches my legs, squeezing my thighs he licks my pussy while looking directly at me, soon he starts eating me, saliva and my excitement are all around his mouth and mustache but he doesn't stop, He fucks me with his tongue and makes circular movements on my clit making me shudder, shamelessly as he looks at me he starts eating my ass making dirty carnal noises, I feel my body tingling, the fire inside me suffocates me and so I come with my legs trembling around tenoch's head.

"Deliciosa"

Tenoch looks at me with an amused smile, his hands grab my hands and place them around his neck, asking me to hold on to him as he holds me by my thighs and keeping his promise he presses me against the wall and starts fucking me non-stop, hard and fast, the wet sounds of our bodies together begin to fill the room along with the smell of sex, it seems amazing the way his cock enters me, stretching me and going as deep as possible, I can see his volume in my belly, my previous orgasm makes everything hotter when I see his cock dirty with my cum. Everything is so dirty and hot, it's suffocating, but I love every moment of it, his body holding me against the wall makes me feel small and protected.

"¿Te gusta hermosa? hmm..."

"Do you like it beautiful? hmm..."

With my eyes closed and my eyebrows furrowed I nod my head helplessly and can only moan as he shoves himself into me mercilessly.

"Eres tan hermosa, mi amor, ¿me daras tu dulce?, ¿Sí? Por favor, cariño".

"You are so beautiful, my love, will you give me your candy, yes? Please, sweetheart."

"Me dejas loca tenoch, por favor." Now all I can do is beg for him, beg for him to make me cum and make him happy, beg for him to come in me and fill me with his cum.

"Please what?, what do you want honey? do you want me to fuck you hard?."

"Yes, please, please"

Tenoch kisses me as he puts one of my legs on his shoulders and fucks me deeper, that fire and tingle comes back and I feel my orgasm coming, a few more sloppy strokes and he cums with me inside me, moaning in my ear like a miserable man, I was no different, totally ruined, I hold on to what is around me not to fall. I allow myself comfort and lie on his chest as we lie there, listening to his heartbeat, in bed together no words are spoken, it is not necessary we both know this is it, one night and nothing more.

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"...Fool, why do you have an owner..."

"...Necio porque tienes dueño..."

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After a hot shower and some food I feel refreshed, I put on my dress again and walk to the cab I ordered, I look back and see tenoch looking at me, we smile at each other for one last time and I get in the car. Even though we desperately want each other, we both know that this can't work, we would never be lovers or just friends, it is impossible for two people who burn for each other. When I get home I see my son on the couch sleeping peacefully next to his father, I smile at the image and say it's better this way, it's easier.

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"Even if I'm engaged

May it not for a second occur to me to accept you

As a friend"

"...Aunque seas ajena

Que no se me ocurra aceptarte ni un segundo

Como amiga..."

#namor #wakanda forever #tenoch #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta x reader #tenoch x reader #reader latina #fic

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reixtsu · 9 months

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Hello there thank you for following me and if it's okay can I please ask for a jealous chuuya with a Yuutsu darling

And where he

Gets jealous when she spends time with dazai more than him and chuuya can't take it anymore especially when dazai tells chuuya that he is her favorite

She is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and

(You can make the smutty if you want to)

“She’s mine!” A Chuuya Nakahara x (requested)! OC

Characters: Chuuya Nakahara, Yuutsu, Osamu Dazai

Genre: Angst(?), Fluff…maybe smut in the sequel to this!

Warning(s): Double suicide mention (*ahem* Dazai pointing at you), bickering

Scenario: Chuuya has noticed that his darling Yuutsu has been out a lot, stating that she is busy with her friend. She never mentioned who this ‘friend’ was, so Chuuya started to get suspicious. Despite his failed attempts on bringing the subject up, she would never say who the said person was.

Headcannons:

The audacity.

This man is a choleric, temperamental short king who has commitment issues! Once he cares for someone, he cares! He just wants someone who will love him and stay with him! So when he sees Yuutsu with someone else…especially that bastard that everyone ‘hates’, oh.

How could that disgusting womanizer that is no longer human breath around his woman? How DARE he?!

Chuuya loves Yuutsu and gets easily jealous of her. He sees Yuutsu as his little baby girl darling.

Scenario:

Chuuya Nakahara, the handsome short Port Mafia executive; one of the most powerful members in the organization, has never felt this weird before. It felt disgusting. It was as if a bitter and slimy food had taken the form of an emotion. He didn’t know how to name the feeling, but every time Yuutsu would say that she had plans with her friend, it left him feeling weird with…negativity.

With his usual choleric and blunt personality, he would have usually put the person in question in a chokehold and demand what’s happening, but this was a romantic relationship. He couldn’t result to violence. He wasn’t about to become an abusive person to the person he loved dearly in this cruel world. Thus, he tried to bring the topic up.

He noticed that Yuutsu was gracefully putting on her Mary Jane shoes. Her pink silky bangs swiftly covered part of her face. For some reason, Chuuya's heart started to beat faster as he found her small movement so… mesmerizing.

"Oi, where're you going? Surely I can go too," Chuuya clicked his tongue, placing a hand on his hip as he looked at her expectedly.

Yuutsu turned to him with her soft pink eyes. "You can come if you'd like, however you might not like where I'm going." She replied in her sweet tone.

Chuuya scoffed. "I don't like how this is going, but I'll go with you." He paused for a moment, his irritated expression quickly turned into a blushing one. "But don't think too much of it! I'm only going because…because there might be danger! Don't want a pretty girl like you dyin' in these dirty streets."

Yuutsu chuckled, her laugh bringing shivers along his spine. It was the kind of shiver that was welcome…a sort of thrill.

"Sure thing, humanoid puss and boots," Yuutsu chuckled, refraining herself from laughing too much.

"Oi oi oi," Chuuya proceeded to look irritated, smiling a bit but was still ticked off. "I am not a cat, or short, or whatever! I'm still growing and stronger than that cat will ever be!"

Yuutsu simply smiled at him and walked out the door, Chuuya following closely behind.

The sun was high in the sky, shining a golden light over Yokohama. Chuuya squinted slightly, hoping his eyes would adjust to the light as he followed Yuutsu to this mysterious place of hers. He walked beside her, holding her hand with one pinky interlocked with hers.

The ginger looked around, familiar with where they were. He looked pretty content, enjoying being in the company of Yuutsu after a begrudgingly hard evening the previous day. It felt nice to be alive in her angelic presence. He was content, until his 'bastard radar' went off.

Chuuya cursed under his breath as he saw the Armed Detective Agency in sight. Was this the place Yuutsu was going? What business does she have with them? No…surely she can't be seeing that bastard of a mummy that smells like rotten mackerel, right? Chuuya sure hoped that wasn't the case.

As Yuutsu led them closer to the agency, the more irritated Chuuya got, though Chuuya didn't show this at all.

"Oh! Well if it isn't the most beautiful woman in the world, my beautiful Belladonna, Yuutsu!" A flirtatious flamboyant man called out from near the building. A tall young man with a tan trench coat and chestnut hair waved to the both of them, standing in front of the entrance.

Yuutsu smiled, making Chuuya horrified.

"Ah, Dazai!" Yuutsu giggled, running up towards him a little.

Chuuya couldn't walk at all for a moment as he just stood there in prue horror and disgust. How could that bastard Dazai have that courage to talk to Yuutsu like that? Yuutsu was his girl, not Dazai's, that thing that is no longer human. He couldn't even breathe when Dazai wrapped his slender arms around Yuutsu's waist to bring her into a tight embrace. Yuutsu timidly returned the gesture, making Chuuya want to rip Dazai's musty crusty arms off his woman. It made his blood boil with such possessiveness.

"Oi you sh*tty bastard! Hands off!" Chuuya slapped Dazai's arms away and gently but swiftly brought Yuutsu closer to him, wrapping one arm protectively over her waist. He didn't mean to, but he also hissed.

Yuutsu's eyes widened, surprised with the sudden turn of events.

"Ew, it's the shorty snail that wears a hat to try to look like an ugly giant," Dazai remarked with mock disgust, making the most dramatic disgusted face at the shorter man.

"You're the ugly one here! How dare you touch Yuutsu!" Chuuya growled, glaring daggers up at Dazai. "Ugh! I'm going to kill you!"

"Being killed by you is prue dissatisfaction. I'd much rather do a double suicide with your beautiful girlfriend." Dazai retorted nonchalantly.

"Oi! Don't bring my girlfriend into your stupid shenanigans!"

"Maybe she prefers being with me. Perhaps that's why she hangs out with me more than you! She sees me everyday, mind you.~"

Chuuya paused for a moment, almost not believing Dazai's words before he whipped his head to look at Yuutsu. His face looked a little betrayed and angered.

"A-ah…s-stop fighting…" Yuutsu muttered quietly, scared at the two men fighting.

The hatrack scoffed and turned his attention back towards Dazai. "Who cares? I'm the one she sleeps next to at the end of the day! She loves me much more than your flat ass!"

Dazai dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his chest, visibly wounded. "Mind you, my ass is better than yours! Who wants a thick ass?!"

Yuutsu had to prevent herself from laughing too much.

"She likes me for my better, more superior and thicker ass!"

Dazai scoffed. "Well I may have a flat ass, but at least I have depth, complexity and character! I am much more entertaining than you will ever be!"

"I am stronger and can protect her better."

"Guys, really- let's stop bickering about this," Yuutsu muttered, hand shaking a little as she stepped forward in an attempt to stop the two men from fighting any further. It was embarrassing to be the subject of conversation.

"Mind you, I am her favorite." Dazai said sternly, looking coldly down at Chuuya. It seemed as if he was hovering over him.

Chuuya stopped functioning, anger boiling within him like a kettle. He activated his ability and really wanted to hurt Dazai. "You wanna go, huh?"

Dazai just laughed as if a toddler had challenged him to a game of chess. "You are really temperamental, aren't you. That must be why everyone leaves you in the end, because you always resort to violence."

That hit a cord in Chuuya, making him lower his arm slowly as he stared at the ground. Dazai's comment hurt deeply, as if a dagger was stapled and glued into his core. A rush of memories flooded his head as he remembered all those who betrayed him. Could it be that Yuutsu was one of those people who betrayed him now?

"Chuuya!" Yuutsu called out gently, wrapping her delicate arms around Chuuya's shoulders. "Shh, it's okay. Don't fall into those memories. I'll be here for you."

Chuuya flinched slightly at the sudden touch. He still felt really wounded, however felt a little comforted knowing that Yuutsu was at least concerned about his well being.

"I'm sorry Chuuya…I had not intended to cause such chaos between you two…I hated seeing it." Yuutsu muttered quietly, obviously uncomfortable and anxious. "I'm just friends with Dazai, nothing more. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you would kill him. I don't want Dazai to die."

Both of the men's eyes softened slightly. A rare, gentle and genuine smile slowly painted across Dazai's face.

"I see…" Chuuya coughed awkwardly, not knowing how to handle the kind of situation they were in. "It was my fault. I just can't stand this….fish."

A very comical dramatic sigh escaped Dazai's lips as he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I'm willing to tolerate Chuuya for you when you're around. We both are. Isn't that right, now Chuuya?"

Chuuya snarled, disliking the idea of tolerating Dazai. "Fine, but only because I love Yuutsu and I don't want her to feel concerned."

Yuutsu smiled and hugged Chuuya tighter. "Thank you, my love!" Her cheery smile and angelic voice brightened up the atmosphere. "Thank you too, Dazai-san."

After the…incident is what Chuuya preferred to call it- Yuutsu and Chuuya went back to their expensive shared penthouse that they called their home. They both flipped onto the couch and sighed, tired from the day.

"Oi, doll, your mine and only mine." Chuuya grabbed Yuutsu and made her sit on his lap. He frowned, feeling a little grouchy. "That bastard Dazai is filled with disgusting germs and doesn't deserve to have an angel like you."

Yuutsu's face blushed crimson red. She chuckled, flustered at the position they were in. "I-i got that…"

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Author’s note: I am so sorry it took me a long time! *bows* I am almost done with the drawing, which shall be shown in the sequel to this one.

I enjoyed writing this very much! It was a very interesting request!

For the smut part, that shall be in the squeal!

Also, to those who requested Milgram, thank you s much! I shall start writing your requests soon!

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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playlist | #5 with you nobody else here

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary: Just when you thought the boy you were in love with all through high school was gone, he suddenly reappears as your little brother's friend. Fate has once again decided to join your paths, however, everything turns out to be a bit complicated. Will Eddie Munson's sudden return to your life bring with it even more changes?

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songs which I used in this chapter: Måneskin - THE LONELIEST | Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry | Metallica - The Unforgiven | Till Lindemann - That's My Heart

The last few days have been tough and it doesn't look like it's going to change, so I am sorry if this chapter isn't good. Adult life sucks, unfortunately I won't have as much time to write as I always had, but I'm not going to stop! I'll keep posting just not as often as recently.

My writing schedule looks like I'm writing one chapter and then one oneshot, and so on in rotation, so the next thing I'll publish will be the oneshot with Eddie that you guys chose in the poll, for which I thank you very much!

"That's what I thought I'd find you here." he said sitting down next to you on an old wooden picnic table in the middle of the forest. "You weren't at the cafeteria."

"I just- I needed to get some air." You said quickly wiping tears from your cheeks.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked moving closer to you. Feeling the warmth beating from him you wanted more. You thought about how wonderful it would be to be able to hug him. To disappear in his arms.

"I have no idea, it's all so stupid and messed up. I'm pathetic." You said, resting your forehead against the table top.

"You're not pathetic by showing emotions." After a moment, you felt his hand slowly and gently land on your shoulder, which he began stroking. Silently communicating what he wanted to say. I'm here for you and don't want to hurt you. Being in Eddie's company was always easy. He was a source of positive energy which he infected everyone close to him. When the mood was right for jokes he made everyone around him cry with laughter and clutch their stomachs in pain because of it. When worse times came, he never left anyone behind. Everyone could count on him. He wanted you to know that you did, too. It wasn't the first time he had seen your vulnerable side. You usually managed to defend yourself when a group of cheerleaders chose you as their target. You usually had no problem fending them off and protecting yourself from all the words out of their mouths that flew at you like knives. Sometimes, however, there were days when you didn't have the strength to do so. When you were so tired of it all and fate served you kicks in the stomach from the very beginning of the day you didn't care. They could stab you in the back as much as they wanted and you let them. What you didn't show, however, was that on those days all the words they said hit you with redoubled force and stayed there for a long time. Eddie Munson was a great observer, especially when it came to people he cared about. Despite the fact that you didn't know it, you were one of the people he cared about extremely deeply, which is why he was watching you much more often than others. He knew perfectly well when you were capable of handling an enemy attack and when you were not. Therefore, when you had your moment of weakness he always sprang into action. Loud and annoying to most people in the school, he jumped up on the tables drawing everyone's attention, thus giving you a chance to escape the battlefield. Eddie Munson was not just an observer. Eddie Munson was also a shield. A huge piece of indestructible material with which he shielded everyone in need. Eddie Munson was a protector, which is why in his presence you felt you could afford to be weak.

"I hate cheerleaders." you said after a long moment. "I hate how they feel superior to everyone just because they look pretty. I hate how almost every day they try to prove to me in a brutal way that I'm worse because I don't have a supermodel figure or a face like from a magazine cover. I hate the fact that I'm starting to believe them."

"Nuh uh," he began, pressing you tighter against him. "I won't let those venomous vipers poison your brain. You know very well that you're stronger than all that crap."

"It's damn hard, especially when you have PE with a team captain who doesn't spare her comments. Even though people hear and see how she treats others no one does anything about it because everyone is in love with her."

"I'm not in love with her." he replied quickly shrugging his shoulders.

"Sure." You snorted. "The whole school is buzzing with rumors after they saw you two together at the lover's lake." You didn't mean to sound rude. Eddie just wanted to comfort you and console you, and you were repaying something like that. But you couldn't help it, every time you thought about what people said about their meeting jealousy burned you from the inside out. "I'm sorry." You mumbled.

"It's okay." He said taking his hand from your shoulder. Feeling the coldness in that place, you immediately regretted what you had said. Cursing yourself in spirit and being convinced that this was the reason why he stopped hugging you, in silence, you watched as he pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil form his backpack and started drawing something. "Do you want to hear the secret?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah."

"The meeting was on business purposes. No matter how hopeless they are, the rich kids at Hawkins High love to waste their parents' money on pot." Now knowing the real reason for their meeting made you even more stupid for believing the rumors. "And something tells me that when the dear captain of the cheerleading squad comes for another dose the price will be doubled by then." He smiled to himself without taking his eyes off the paper.

You were used to the fact that he often drew while talking to other people. Mutlitasking allowed him to focus on two things at once. Usually it was D&D-related paintings or some chaotic doodling during a sudden surge of inspiration. This time it was a rose. A small sketch of a rose that, after a while, he slid towards you.

"A beautiful rose, for a beautiful girl." he said, smiling. "So that you will always remember about it."

Tears flowed into your eyes anew, but this time they were not sad tears. They were tears of affection. This also did not escape his attention. "It's okay now." he said embracing you again, and in an emotional move you hugged him snuggling your face into the bend of his neck.

From that moment on, every time he saw the shameful venom-filled tentacles lingering in your mind he wanted to run up to you and shout right into your eyes that none of this was true. He wanted to tell you that you deserved to know that you were beautiful. That even when a dark shadow of fatigue forms under your eyes and you don't have the strength to put on makeup in the morning he can't take his eyes off you. But not having the courage, he turned his words into drawings of flowers, which were a silent reminder that Eddie Munson was your shield, and when you needed it, his arms were the walls of a mighty fortress that offered you shelter when everything was against you.

Tonight promised to be a good night. Tom suggested that since you didn't want to go alone with him and his friends to parties you should take someone with you. With that, a not-so-happy Robin sat with you on the living room couch sipping a drink and people-watching. You were grateful for her company. When your boyfriend disappeared somewhere in the crowd, this time you had someone to talk to and didn't feel so alone. When you had a few more drinks you got up from the couch to dance a little and sweat out the acquired percentages. For the first time in a very long time you had fun.

By the time the moment came when you both felt you'd had enough alcohol and loud music, and Robin was tripping over her own feet too often, you decided it was time to go home. She said she would call Steve and wait for you in front of the house, while you went to find Tom in the meantime. Pushing your way up the stairs you went upstairs hearing him and his friends in one of the rooms.

"Hi babe!" he greeted you getting up from the floor he was sitting on. "We were just playing truth and dare, wanna join?"

"I came to say that Robin and I want to go home already, I thought you would come back with us." you said quietly hoping the rest of the company wouldn't hear it.

"So early? The party is just getting started! I thought you had a good time, I even let you bring Buckley with you."

"I had a good time, it's just a shame that once again without you." you sighed. "Why don't you come back with us and stay with me for the night?" You put your hands on his shoulders. Whenever you drank you became very affectionate, and you also needed more tenderness from others than usual.

"How about staying with me until the end of the party and then we'll go back to your place?"

"Can't you make an exception for once?"

"Oh come on Tommy! We just started playing, you can't leave us!" one of the girls sitting in the circle shouted. "If she wants to go back let her go alone, no one will miss her."

"Excuse me?" you asked surprised by her reaction. Taking a closer look at her, you tried to associate her face from somewhere, but couldn't connect it to anything. She must have been new to the party.

"I mean, from what I've heard you're not considered the social butterfly." the girl rolled her eyes. "Unlike Tommy."

"Tommy?" That was all you could get out of yourself. You may not have gotten along well lately, but a strange girl diminutively calling your boyfriend started your imagination. Suddenly you began to wonder what really was going on at parties when you left early or didn't go there at all.

"Don't you know your boyfriend's name?" she asked sarcastically. "I'm not surprised that he complains about you so much,"

"I think we don't know each other enough for you to have an opinion about it." you replied.

"I've heard enough to know what the situation is like, come on! Look at you! You're really shocked that he'd rather stay here with us than go home with someone like you? When was the last time you looked in the mirror?"

"Aren't you going to say anything?" you turned to Tom who was just watching your exchange of words.

"I mean...Lisa is kinda right. Maybe it's finally time to change a few things in your look, going to the gym hasn't hurt anyone yet," he replied quietly.

"I remind you that two years ago, when we started being together you didn't mind how I looked! And nothing changed since then!" you exclaimed. You were hurt. The only person who should be on your side turned out to be the one who stabbed you in the back with the ultimate knife. Feeling tears gather to your eyes you turned away from them and headed toward the stairs.

"Y/n!" you heard him call you and after a moment you felt a strong squeeze on your wrist.

"Come on! Don't be angry."

"You are fucking serious now?!" you shouted turning toward him.

"Why are you crying? Don't be pathetic, nothing serious happened."

"Nothing serious? You just let me be insulted by your friends like that, you didn't even lift a finger to help me!"

"You didn't ask for it!"

"It was so hard to guess?!" you were fed up. Fed up with his behavior, fed up with his lack of support, fed up with the way you felt so damn lonely despite the fact that he was your boyfriend. Not having the desire or strength to argue further, you snatched your wrist from his hand and left the house without a word. All the time replaying that situation in your head, you felt rage blowing you apart from the inside. You felt like screaming. You wanted to scream until all the negative emotions left you, but you could not. All that was left was a silent scream in your head.

"Steve didn't answer, so I thought I'd ask Eddie- Hey! What happened over there?" Robin asked, seeing you nervously tighten your lips, and the tears wouldn't stop flying from your eyes.

"Can we just go now?" you said opening the passenger side door. They sent each other questioning glances and also got into the car. They sent each other questioning glances and also got into the car.

"Y/n please, you are starting to worry me, and this silence scares me." said Robin finally, stepping forward so that she could grab your hand.

"This is the last party I ever went to with him. I'm sick of it. Enough." you said in a breaking voice.

"Hey, it's okay! You have a right to be tired of this situation." she said. "You're safe, no one will judge you here. You can tell us what happened, right, Eddie?"

"Of course!" he nodded, trying to sound as neutral as possible. He couldn't show how much he wanted to know what had happened, nor could he show how much he wanted to stop now, and wipe all the angst off your cheeks, say whatever you needed to hear to comfort you. But then you started talking about what happened. Hearing about how you were treated he felt like turning back and punching Tom. To yell in his face that he doesn't deserve you, that he's an idiot since he doesn't care about you the way he should, that he's definitely not worth your tears and all the sadness you have inside because of him. But he couldn't. All he could do was silently listen to your silent sobs as you explained everything while clenching his hands on the steering wheel angrily until the knuckles turned white.

"What a fucking asshole." Robin said as if reading his mind. "Eddie can you turn back? I feel like showing him up close what I think of him." Of course he could turn back. Of course whatever she wanted to do he wouldn't even stop her. More than that, he would help her with pleasure.

"No." you said quietly. And when he looked at you and saw the saddest expression on your face in the world his heart broke. He also realized that you didn't need revenge now. You needed support and to feel that someone cared about you. Eddie was more than happy to show you that he is this kind of person.

"Do you have any plans now?" he asked. "Or do you want to go home?" you just looked at him waiting for him to develop the thought. "I just thought that maybe- that maybe you don't want to be alone right now." he sent you a quick glance. "So if you guys feel like it, we can go to my place to watch some movie or do whatever makes you feel better."

You agreed. In this way you managed to watch half a horror movie before the sounds of screaming began to be drowned out by Robin's snoring. Seeing her in this state, the metalhead stopped the movie and got up to turn off the living room light.

"Do you want to finish, or are we waiting for the sleeping beauty to return to the living?" he asked.

"I don't know." You sighed. "What do you usually do when you're down?" you asked.

"I play my sweetheart until my fingers are in pain," he said.

"And when you can't do that?"

"Then I just listen to songs that fit the mood. Do you want to try it?"

"We can. But not too loud, if we wake her up now it will be unbearable." You laughed quietly pointing your head at Robin. Eddie nodded toward his room suggesting you follow him.

"Make yourself comfortable." He waved his hand over the bed and started looking for something in the cabinet next to it. After a moment he pulled out headphones, one of which he handed to you. "If you don't mind." he added while looking at you with a questioning gaze. You only nodded, took the earphone and sat on the bed leaning against the wall, he took the seat next to you. "Are you ready for the saddest concert ever? In the repertoire we have, of course, Don't Cry by Guns N Roses, classics like The Unforgiven by the one and only Metallica and many, many others that will make you feel like music expresses everything you feel." You leaned your head back and closed your eyes letting the music absorb you completely. You didn't want to think about anything else but the melody and the words that were coming from the headphones. Eddie's presence was soothing to you. Like a warm sweater on a winter evening it gave you the warmth you needed. When Till Lindemann finished singing about your heart being a diamond and how everyone wanted to steal it you felt the boy's gaze on you.

You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes It's torturous Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

When another song began to play you opened your eyes and also looked in his direction. Seeing this, he was panicked and immediately looked away, but you did not. You looked at him and had to admit that even in the semi-darkness he looked beautiful. Were you allowed to think that another boy looked beautiful while being in a relationship? His large, dark eyes now looked much more mysterious than they always had. You couldn't hold back the urge to explore their mystery. You found it harder and harder to keep your emotions in his presence. You were aware of what was happening to you, and you didn't know how long you would be able to push this fact aside.

There's a few lines that I have wrote In case of death, that's what I want, that's what I want So don't be sad when I'll be gone There's just one thing I hope you know, I loved you so 'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it With you, with you nobody else here Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

To occupy himself with something, he took a piece of paper lying on the desk and a pencil and began to draw, thinking that if he knew these were his last moments he would not regret at all how he was spending them. He could sit in a darkened room with you and listen to music for the rest of the time, if only that meant you were close. You were not the only person in the room who was beginning to understand the feelings. However, you were also not the only one who felt slightly frightened by this and lost in the situation. After a while, the drawing of the flower was finished, so he handed it to you.

And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better And all the crazy little things that we did together In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter If tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You don't even know when with you started crying again. Feeling your cheeks getting wet with tears, you quickly wiped them with your sleeve, but you couldn't hide it from him.

"Aw, sweetheart, come here." he said pulling you close to him. Maybe he shouldn't do that, but at that moment he didn't care whether he should or not. "It's okay, y'know? You can cry as long as you need." he whispered into the top of your head while smacking you gently on it. "Crying is a good way to get rid of all those shitty feelings."

You were crying. Crying and crying without knowing the exact reason. You were crying because you were angry. You were crying because you were sad. You were crying because you were hurt. However, over time, you began to mourn a relationship that had not yet ended, but deep down you knew it was slowly fading away. You mourned your high school love that never happened because you didn't have the courage to do anything about it. Being in his arms now, you regretted it like nothing else. Would Eddie be the part of you that would never be yours?

But you knew that it was okay to cry. You knew you could cry as much as you wanted to. Because Eddie Munson was your shield and his arms once again turned into a fortress where there was always a room for you.

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erajoie07 · 1 year

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“I'm not going to leave just yet, Aegon. I'll stay next to you.” : Aegon Targaryen x OC Fanfiction (Angst)

Word count: 1.6 k

Purple text: in flashback

Summary: A travel in the lives of Aegon and Ellis. Ellis, the more she stays beside Aegon, the more she feels she is more than just a friend.

Warnings: Neglect, potential unwritten abusive past of OC, hurt

Writer's note: Hello! It's me! I hope you like read about Aegon. I really brought his character from the show into my writing. I didn't mean to post this, thinking no one might read it but I gave it a try today. The first draft consisted of Ellis being a maid, but I changed my mind earlier, that I made her a daughter of a noble whose reputation is outrageous (that's my first thought of him). By the way, 2nd semester started a week ago, that's why I wasn't posting. Don't worry, there is another unedited child fic of Aemond, and an unwritten Aemond x OC prompt. Thank you!!!

Aemond could not stand his brother. Margueritte reasonably hates Aegon. The Red Keep's servants are terribly scared and annoyed of him for his careless actions that contrast his station. Everyone thinks Aegon should stay hidden but he is the future king and he needs them more than he thinks he does.

Ellis is the daughter of a nobleman of House Ansel who strongly supports Aegon's claim to the throne, who then became a member of the small council for his influence, if not for the strong persuasion of Aemond for him to side with them. Ellis has heard countless rumors and stories of Aegon. Even she avoids his presence because of the unnamed possibilities. However, a part of her wants to justify his actions and blame his parents, King Viserys and Queen Alicent, particularly Viserys for his lack of effort to bring all his children together to oversee for he is not only the king, but also a father. Ellis gaslights herself that it's Aegon that marks himself to what he is now and it's a twisted personality. Personalities are not meant to hurt, right? Or choke, force, slam?

During the first few weeks of her stay in The Red Keep, she finds herself within the company of Helaena Targaryen as permitted. She plays with Helaena's children through a game of chase and building towers of books left by Aemond in the common room. Sometimes, Aemond would give her his eye when she stacks the books like that. She would also make fun of the children's hair by tying it to tall knots that makee them look like dolls with missing hairs caused by constant pulling. Helaena would throw a fit of laughter at them and the children would circle around them.

Ellis is young and so her actions are what fits her age. Often she is scolded by her father because he sometimes hears complaints about her “playful action” that irritates. She would reason but her father would snap and question her talking back at him which she finds confusing because he asked and he would respond that way.

Sometimes, Ellis is at Godswood, laying near the large foot trunks of the tree with a pillow underneath her head as she lays looking beyond. Peaceful and sober and without a care.

It was a particular day, Ellis was at Godswood, daydreaming about characters atop each other as they bounce on cocks to chase pleasure. It was then when she heard a clanging sound behind her. She got up to check, slowly and carefully, sneaking behind the large trunk, only peeking her head. And lo and behold, the future king Aegon Targaryen, drunken from his wine and passed out from. Her eyes widen and she brings her palm to her mouth.

“So it is true,” she whispered to herself.

Aegon stirred in his state and she hid herself for a while. When she checked on him again, he sat on the grass while he chugged another bottle of wine. That was when he saw her and the two locked gazes. One curious and one curiously angry, so she hid once more. Aegon stood on his feet, he wanted to know who she was. Ellis noticed that he was walking around, so she walked to the side to avoid him. Aegon followed her, while Ellis avoided him. Then his arm met the round of her waist, caught her by a startle.

“Prince Aegon,”

Aegon's red-rimmed eyes that contradicted his furrowed eyebrows. Then they found themselves suddenly falling back to the earth, literally as they locked gazes once more.

Ellis can't help but wonder how that particular day led to this, to have the future king atop her lap as she caresses the libertine hair of his that strongly contrasts the Targaryen hair. There are days and nights that Aegon will take her for granted and use her for his needs—ordering her around and dismissing her concerns sometimes. Occasionally, he would tell her of things that he learned over the years to not disclose to others, one that includes how his father never loved them, instead focusing only on Rhaenyra.

“Can you get my wine?”

Ellis sighs but obeys him because he is the king after all. She carefully lifts his head from her lap, slowly setting it down before she walks to the table to grab the wine goblet and fill it with wine. Aegon sits on the mattress and takes the goblet from her hands, returning it to her immediately. He drank it like water when he was parched from dehydration. Clearly, water does not seem to constitute his diet anymore. He returns to his original position and his eyes are positioned over her as he beckons her to come back to his bed. Ellis hesitates because they are under the cover of darkness and someone might spy on them both.

“Aegon, I have to go now. I will come back again tomorrow because I don't want to take any chances of being caught.”

Aegon does not reply then his eyes begin to swell with tears. He sits up once more.

“So soon, we have only just begun. I don't want you to go yet, I-I am your future king, I demand you to stay.”

“I will answer when my king will ask, but tonight as every night, I will again politely excuse myself from your chambers and see you again on the morrow and the cover of darkness.”

Aegon grabs the bed sheet and simply wraps it around his waist as he gets off the bed.

“I ask you to stay, so you will answer by sleeping with me.”

Ellis' eyes widen and her mouth agapes. Aegon said the wrong words. Now Ellis thinks he wants to bed her.

“No, I didn't mean that way, lie with me, not fuck you, me. Just stay in my chambers until dawn.” Aegon stumbles in his words and he crashes to the floor, crouching in frustration as he grabs fists of his hair in anger. Ellis stands there not knowing what to do— console or just let him be for a while. Aegon begins to rock himself back and forth. Afterwards, she hears sniffles coming out of him. Console. Ellis kneels to his level and wraps her arms around his body. She rubs his back, patting it after. His movement causes her to follow as well. She starts to hum a song of a woman who does not want the riches and wealth if she cannot have her lover by her side. Contradicting but it is the only song she can think of at that very moment. Slowly, Aegon stops rocking and gradually wraps his arms around her waist. That's when Ellis sits on her legs. Aegon lies on her lap.

“Do you want to lie on your bed now?” She asks him like a mother. He looks up at her with those eyes filled with pain and misery.

“Only if you stay for a little longer, I'll let you go soon, but please stay a little. You bring me comfort more than anyone else can.”

Ellis becomes pitiful of him, so she nods in return.

Aegon climbs on the bed first, then Ellis who willfully takes his request to lie beside him when he pat the open side of the bed, scooting a little further to give her more space. Ellis gives a little space between them but Aegon is not having it so he skillfully pushes her close to his chest.

Ellis is not sure what stage they are both in. They are friends she thought, someone to talk to when Aegon is hurting inside, but why does his actions constitute something else between the common ground. Could it be that he thinks more of her or he just wants to tell her everything he wants to see without regarding feelings?

“Have I told you about my father carelessly acting towards me?”

No. And yes, Ellis is just some therapist.

“No, Aegon.”

“My father had a long time to name me his heir but he didn't. Instead, he named that bitch Rhaenyra as his.” he tucks a strand behind her ear.

“I could never live up to their expectations. Sometimes I feel like I am getting past my weight. I am no longer handsome, healthy, and I indulge in so much wine, I even forget about my children.”

Ellis checks on him. This is a different type of conversation they have together. It feels so solemn as if he is trying to redeem.

“I don't want someone to build me up just to be brought down.” He stops and he turns away from her. “You can leave now.” He adds with that monotonous tone.

“I'm not going to leave just yet, Aegon. I'll stay next to you.”

Her father will be angry if he finds out. The lord of House Ansel is not keen on knowing the reason or even peacemaking. Truthfully, that man has a reputation that Aemond considered when he asked for his alliance. That is another day to tell, however.

“I care about you and spent a lot of time with you, just leave you like this.”

Aegon silently cries at her words, refusing to turn to her. He feels her hand on his shoulder.

For the duration of the night, they lay in bed with Aegon's arm on her waist, close to her breasts, while Ellis warmly grips his body with her arms.

The next morning, Aegon wakes up alone in his bed, he feels hurt again and angry now. He notices something in the fist of his hand, a scrunched paper.

“If you wake up later, don't be angry because my father will kill me if he finds out, but know I will be at Godswood.”

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