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Anxiety Relieving Purposes

✧ part 1: stress relieving purposes ✧

Summary: Exam week has arrived so you have a another brilliant idea for you and Aemond. Seeing him full of dread and anxiety, you think of the best way of calming him.

✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, free use, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), no protection, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight (not so slight) size kink, fingering, aemond being a tease. ✧Word Count: 6.7k ✧Note: so..... aemond's exam is fully here!! and all the things he studied are things that I AM studying at the moment so yeah #studying and writing. I have weeks FULL of things, and may seems (at the moment) very empty, so I will try to work on my wips there!!

The day of the famous exam, Aemond was outside the classroom, as he waited for his name to be called. His turn was near at 16:15 pm, so he came with anticipation, as the professor asked for them to wait in case a space was available for whatever reason.

14:01, his expensive watch said. It was his grandfather’s, and he asked his father to give it to him, ignoring the fact that he conveniently asked when his father was high on medications, but that was another thing. He even wore that seven pointed star necklace his mum gave to him, so the Gods may be with him.

This class was brutal, and he knew it. He knew very well when he enrolled with this particular professor. It was hard, but you learnt everything. And he, the pretentious ambitious little shit that he was, did it willingly.

He should have listened to you. Your exam? To start, it wasn’t even oral like this one, and you could take your notes to the exams, because it was mostly rational and analytical thinking. Have you learned much? No, but you were passing.

And it wasn’t like he got bad grades, in fact he was one of the brilliant few people in the class. The thing is that this particular exam was valued at 40% whereas the rest of papers and exams were barely over 15%. If someone failed this one it was the end.

He took a drag of his cigarette, leaning over the open window of the hallway, so the smell of cigarette wasn’t so evident. He wanted to do this oral exam as quickly as possible, so he was waiting like a vulture around the classroom.

When a single hand covers his only functioning eye, he sighs as he smokes, rolling his eye under your hand.

“Guess who!” It is your animated voice, and even without saying anything, he’d know it was you.

“You little shit” He says, taking your hand off. “You really just covered one of my eyes?”

As he turns, he sees you holding a bucket of fried chicken, and he has to smirk.

“Well, I had to hold your lunch with the other hand, duh.” You say smugly, almost proud of this little surprise for him. “You know that five cigarettes do not count as lunch?”

“It does when you are anxious. And about to throw up” He adds, as he looks a bit at the closed door of the auditory, and he sighs.

Your smug smile softens, and you leave the bucket of food on the near table, and you wrap your arms around him, as he decides to kill his cigarette on the ashtray, to wrap his arms around you as well.

“You’ll do fine” You whisper, assuring him of it. “And the professor will be so surprised that he’ll stand up and do a public ovation for you” You add teasingly.

“That’s so…” He says giggling at the idea, his tight stomach feels more at ease at your silly jokes. “Stupid”

“It is in the future.” You say, convinced “And he’ll immediately give you a doctorate, and then you’ll work and maintain me, of course.”

He chuckles amused, rubbing you back as he looks where your chin rests against his chest, looking up to him. “And I’ll do that willingly? Oh gods, maybe I’ll fail the exam, then”

You laugh as you hit the side of his left rib, and he tightens his embrace slightly.

“I’ll pay you well” You say nodding.

“How so?”

“I’ll clean the house, and I’ll be your pretty maid which from occasion to occasion sucks your dick”

“I think I'll be better if you become my personal sex slave” he whispers with a smug smirk, and he feels your hand slapping the side of his rib again. “Because you are already my slut, no?”

“Imbecile. And look at me, buying you lunch. Fried chicken, the spicy one that you like.” You add the last thing, separating from his hug as you cross your arms. “Men are disgusting, they want only one thing” You dramatise as he laughs at your words.

“Fine, fine… we’ll eat the fried chicken. You’ll feed me yourself?”

“You are insane if you think…” Your voice trails off as you see how his smile fades and he tilts his head to watch the students leaving the auditory.

You turn to watch the scene, a girl clearly crying as she makes her way to the bathroom. Baela comes out of the classroom, slightly defeated, with another student. One of the assistants of the professor closes the door, so they discuss the answers immediately.

Aemond walks hushedly next to Baela, as you grab the bucket to follow him. You can see how his body is tense, walking hushedly and full of anxiety.

“How did it go?” Aemond joins the conversation as Baela is the first of the group to get out, and you see Cregan and Jace get close too, along with other fellow students.

“It fucked me” Baela admits shaking her head.

You can feel the anxiety along the group, and you stand next to Aemond, looking at him as he places a hand on his mouth as if to think what the hell and how the fuck he will get over this.

“What did they ask you?” You dare to ask.

“ How biopower by Foucault could relationate with Deleuze and Guattari’s… notion of desiring-production, how the concepts contribute to the understanding of modern forms of governance and subjectivity as seen in class.” She says and everyone looked extremely horrified by the question itself.

“Holy fuck” Jace mutters.

“And Moeria? What about her? She left crying..” Cregan says as he looks at Baela.

“ How Foucault’s disciplinary power intersects with Judith Butler’s performativity? With examples from each perspective and respective works… and how they work together, something like that”

“That was easy!” Aemond says, frustrated, because he wasn’t the one to get that question. You see how his own hand starts picking on his cuticles, and breaking his nails in anxiousness.

“Fucking Foucault…” Jace murmurs as he sighs horrified.

You can see how Aemond’s hand trembled slightly, he was as well horrified. He’d told you, there were only 40 questions, randomly selected. He had to study hard, read like five books just to get asked one question. And when the easiest left, only the hard ones left for the ones at the very end.

“Let’s eat” You say, taking his hand, and he looks at you, with uncertainty in his eyes, as he nods slightly. He was anxious, you could see. “Destroying your hands won’t leave you at ease… Food might” You add with a gentle smile.

He nodded, sighing as he was tired. You exchanged slight awkward looks with Cregan as he waved his hand to you and you smiled politely, before walking away with Aemond.

“I could have answered that one…” He whines as you two walk downstairs to eat. “It was far too easy. You wanna know why?”

“Why?” You ask just to leave him let all out.

“If you add Foucault's insights into disciplinary power with Butler's theory of performativity, you get this more… full understanding of how social control operates through the regulation of bodies and identities! Together you can see the…the complex interplay that there is always is between power, discourse, and subjectivity in… shaping the understanding of self and society.” He says frustrated, as he follows you.

“Well, do not worry. Maybe you’ll get Foucault as you so adore him.”

“I swear that if someone else gets something about the panopticon… I will kill myself”

“You won’t kill yourself over that”

“I’ll get the easiest top mark ever” He says very seriously about it. “It’s so easy I learned it when I was like two years old”

“You are over exaggerating, Aemond” You say as you both walk to the outside of the building, as you find a bench for you two to sit. “Relax”

“It is not in my nature”

“Believe me when I say that I know that” You say as you pat your side for him to sit. “That’s why I brought the best fried chicken ever.” As you open the bucket, he leans slightly as he puts some alcohol gel on his hands, ready to eat. He was starving, between the ball of anxiousness stuck on his stomach. “It is not as warm, but…”

“It could be cold, but I’d love it anyway because you brought them for me.” He says looking at you “You don’t even have classes today”

“No, I do not. That’s the thing when you are just the best student in class, you tend to approve earlier than the rest…”

“Oh, shush” He says as he grabs one and he makes a delighted moan as he eats it. “It’s so good. I needed this”

“The food or me?”

He rolls his eye, but lowkey, he knows that the answer is you.

You two enjoy the food together, as you try to lighten up his mood. He is still very tense, his shoulders do not seem slightly as ease, and he was still trying to destroy his cuticles.

You look at his face. He looks slightly off. Aemond, who was very much perfectionist on his appearance, seems not to have cared enough these days. It felt like that, you knew. Studying hard so that you pass the appropriate time to bath, eat or sleep.

The thing with Aemond is that he is utterly obsessive. A perfectionist at heart, and he likes things to do as he planned. Gives him security and confidence, and he always gave his whole soul to something so important for him. You sigh with a smile, as you feel bad for him as he seems so unease.

You lean to kiss his cheek, and he turns his head to look at you, getting out of his dissociated state. “Huh?”

Your eyebrows go up as if to ask him what he meant, as you smile.

“What was that for?”

“I think you needed it” You say as he rolls his eye amused, leaving the empty bucket away. He looks at you, the university mostly empty, since most of the people already passed their classes and did not attend further, like you. He surely was lucky to have you, if it weren’t for you he’d surely still miss Alys. He does miss her sometimes, but after a long talk with you, he realises that she is not that worth it. But feelings don’t go away that easily, but it is clearly not love

“Huh. What I need is a divine illumination right now” He says looking at his clock. 14:37.

“You need to calm your anxiety” You state, taking his hand on yours, and smiling at him. “Look at me.” He sighs, rolling his eyes, but he turns his body a bit to face you properly. “You know this. You read the whole books, and you knew all of it. You will nail this. There is no one here who knows the answer as you do.”

“You are far too kind” He says, his lips slightly curving. “And too good for my ego” he adds.

“Idiot. You see, you’ll end up like the assistants of the professor.”

“ I wish” he says dramatically. “The blonde one passed the exam with a hundred. Maybe she was asked about the panopticon. I swear it is so easy, I made an essay about 1984 and the whole theory of it.” he murmurs, still grumpy as he crosses his arms. “You know, there is a theory that she fucked the professor for it.”

You love good gossip, and you raise your eyebrows as your smirk is very much amused.

“Oh, is that so?”

“I mean, probably comes from envy and misogyny” he adds, rolling his eyes. “But If you get asked the easiest question…”

“Maybe you should fuck the professor as well.” you tease as he laughs a bit, less tense as his whole body moves at the amusement.

You look at him for a brief moment, as the thought lingers in your mind for a moment. You look at him, and a very bad idea forms in your mind. Bad, but… fruitful.

You look at him, he was still tense, but less than before. His right left bounced slightly, and you looked at how huge his thigh looked against yours, even sitting on the same bench.

You knew Aemond went to the gym almost daily, and he was very much into it, it was just his (other) way to relieve stress. He always talked about it, and you remember the occasion at Jacaerys’ sevenmas party when he and Jason Lannister had the brilliant idea to compete about who could do more pull ups without dying.

You have to press your thighs together at the memory of it. He was sweaty, and you remembered him gruting, and exhaling profoundly as he kept going. Because if Aemond was one thing, it was competitive.

And he was more than willing to keep going with anyone who dared to challenge him. He went round after round, and you were like his personal spotter as he tried to win everyone. Sure, after going on several rounds with different people he had to back away.

You remember you and him laying on the couch as he expressed his body and arms burning from the sting. Back then, it wasn’t as arousing as it is now.

“I have just the right idea to help you” you say looking at him, as you already feel aroused. God, he was unaware of the lustful feelings he provoked in you.

“Oh gods.” Aemond says, turning to look at you. “How long will this bad idea take? I have like hour and a half”

“It depends. Not much, I think. Well, this time, at least” You say with a giggle, and he looks at you puzzled. And you lean slightly closer. “I think you’ll like it”

Aemond blinks, as he is not sure what this idea entails.

“you have such bad ideas” he groans and you slap his arm as you chuckle.

“Hey! I have great ideas”

“The last idea you had to help me was… were two actually. The first one being setting me up with Floris Baratheon and you with Cregan to use sex to destress”

“And? Did it go wrong??” You say.

“Your idea, yes. My idea, no. Which I remind you, was us sleeping together. Because it was my idea and I want the credit” he says smirking smugly.

“But it was thanks to my idea”

“And the second one” he ignores your weak attempt to recover credit. “Were you cockwarming me as I read Foucault” he states amused.

“Foucault would have loved that idea.” You say crossing your arms.

“it was a bad idea, admit it” he says amused looking at you.

“Oh, so you aren’t in for cockwarming?”

“No, I didn't say that” he says amused at how you turn the table on him. “I meant studying while you look so delightful, and your pussy warms my cock” he whispers slowly to you with a smirk “and you expect me to be okay with that and just read Foucault?”

“Okay. But this one is good” you say smiling “Hear me out”

Aemond rolls his eyes amused, but he sits back as he hears you, with an endearing smile as he does so.

“You and I could… you know, we could relieve stress again”

Aemond blinks slightly put off, and he looks at you.

“Like right now?”

“When else you’d be this stressed?” You ask as if he was stupid.

“Well, apologies for being rational and full of moments of stress” Aemond says “Besides, there are no places…”

“The bathroom, an empty class-”

“No places” He insists again, as if turning away your proposal. “And they’ll kick us out. And reading those books will be worthless.”

“They practically sucked your family dick for you to get in, Aemond. They won’t kick you out. Aegon probably did it…”

“Don’t compare us to Aegon-”

“And he is still here, after changing like three times his career and failing all the classes.” you add nodding.

“I am not the one who won’t enter anywhere else”

“HEY!” you say slapping his arm as he laughs, and he passes an arm in your waist to scoop you closer as you cross your arms and look away in pride. “and the fool just wants to help you”

Aemond chuckles, as his face kisses your cheek, but you still look away, stubbornly.

“I am joking, love” Aemond says softly, and he leans to kiss you neck softly. “We could do that”

“No, now I don’t want to”

“You are being a brat…” he says mockingly, still smiling, and his arm around you keeps you pressed against him, as his hand rubs slightly your waist. “Come on. Don’t you wanna help me destress? Don’t you want my cock in your pretty pussy?” He whispers in your ear, placing his left hand on your thigh.

Sincerely, fuck him, because you immediately turn to look at him, and he knows how to push your buttons. He looks at you with the corners of his lips slightly turned up, as he nods softly.

He is a little shit, persuading you to follow him to the bathroom. It was merely an idea, you knew he’d make fun from it, but not after that, he would take it to heart.

You walk across the campus, almost empty from people that simply finished their courses or they were in class right now. And he holds your hand firmly as you head to the bathroom.

On campus, there were multiple bathrooms, but only one gender neutral bathroom. You two used to joke that this is were one came to fuck or get high. And no one really used them, as weird as it was. They weren’t always functional, and the doors tend to get stuck. But the mayor plus, is that they weren’t really dirty, nor people would come in.

Aemond leaves his backpack on the hanger inside the cubicle and you frown slightly. He didn’t bring his usual leather bag, and you point it out.

“I will go to the gym after this. I have my towel and my clothes” He explains softly, closing the door behind you and you hand your little purse too. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t as luxurious to have a bed.

“Okay. How do we…” you move your hands trying to see how the fuck you’ll do it. “I mean, I didn’t think how…”

“I don’t think anyone thinks before having sex, darling.” He says looking at the clean bathroom, it was better than anything. The floor was clean, and Aemond could see their reflections on the black shiny tiles. “Hm.” Aemond says, looking at you. “I have a few ideas…”

“You are still tense” you say looking at how his shoulder tense up. You move your hands to caress his shoulders, and look at him “Don’t be”

“It’s like telling a sad person just not to be”

You roll your eyes, and shake your head with annoyance. “Shut up.”

You two remain silent, as if thinking how. You had a toilet, a sink and lots of hope.

“It feels like… too dirty” you look up to him.

“Yes.” He agrees, as you two look at eachother. “We certainly don’t have to. I’ll be fine, you know. I appreciate…”

“No” you cut him immediately. “I’ll do it.” You insist, shaking your head at his proposals. “You look… honestly, terrible”

“Ah, thanks for the support” he says rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms.

“It’s hot” you insist, as you grab his forehand to uncross his arms. You move his arms to place them around your waist, as you walk closer to him, looking up to him. “Seeing you all stressed and tense…”

Aemond arches his left eyebrow, as his hand finds its way to your waist, holding you. He had no idea how you could lust him as you spoke how emaciated he was, but it was working.

He smelled like coffee and cigarettes, and you smiled at him. Your hands caressed his chest, his pectorals were something else, as he looked at you, intrigued.

“I have to do something about it” you insist, looking up to him, your hands caressing his abdomen softly. “So… tell me what to do”

Aemond looks at you. His cock was already stirring, he could feel how he was growing on his pants, hard and needy. It is a slow torture, to be sure.

“Surprise me..” he says without really thinking.

“No..” you shake your head. “You are very stressed, and it is a very important moment for you. You need to… relieve that stress. And I… allow you to use my body how you see fit. However you see fit. ”

Aemond blinks, a bit baffled by such a proposal. Sure, the bathrooms weren't the ideal place for this, but his cock didn't think the same now, not when you were willing to please his tastes completely, and let him use your body to his liking.

You move your hands to unbelt his pants, slowly as his hand loosen its grip on your waist, and look at your face as you seem so eager to see once again his cock.

“Are you hard?” You ask softly, a rhetorical question as you feel his cock against his underwear, and you look up to him as you palm him a bit.

“Yeah” he murmurs, his voice like a grunt.

“Want me to suck your dick?”

Aemond takes a deep breath, as the corners of his mouth seem to go slightly up. He is getting annoyed at your teasing, but not the bad type of annoyed. The type of annoyed when you “behave like a brat” as he puts it, and he enjoys keeping you in line.

Whenever you insist on skipping class, he has to keep a close eye on you. If you insist on trying to get with someone which is no good for you, he has to keep you by his side. When you want to do something reckless, he stops you, a hand steady on your waist.

“You know the answer” he says softly.

“Yes” your smile is cheeky as you move your shoulders “so?”

Aemond sighs, his hands rubbing your arms and shoulder. “Yes. I want you to suck my dick” he says simply, and you smile a bit. “But I am sure you want to have my cock as well. Badly” he adds.

You smile at him, and nod, feigning innocence.

“Then kneel”

“Floor is dirty” you remind him with a smirk. “Not the best-”

“Kneel on my feet.” he does not hesitate. “Won’t be dirty at all. You like being at my feet, don’t you?”

Your cheeks slightly burn from the remark. You look at him, and he looks nothing but smug. You sometimes really hate him.

His boots are perfectly clean, you can picture him cleaning every little detail of his outfit so he looks presentable and even more perfect for his exam. It is both endearing and hot.

Your knees go to rest on his shoes. A bit uncomfortable, a bit too close. Forced proximity to his crotch, as he pulled his boxers down.

You look up to him as your mouth salivates at the sight, his cock fat, big and swollen, getting harder by the second. It hits his own abdomen, tall and proud.

You accommodate a bit your knees on his shoes, making sure it doesn’t hurt him for you to place your weight on his feet. Yet he doesn’t seem even fazed by that.

“Go on” he murmurs, moving some hairs out of your face, as he leans for his back to rest against the cold ceramic wall. He looks at you, his arousal growing as you press your lips to the base of his cock to kiss it, and you basically are taking your time for it, his face pressed against his cock as you leave little kisses on his base, going all up to his tip.

The weight of your knees on his feet is slightly uncomfortable, but he is too aroused, that it only fuels his lust for you.

“We don’t have all the time” he murmurs, taking your hair to guide you.

“You don’t rush art-”

“Come on” he grunts as his fist is more tight to your hair. “You said I could use you as I wish. So shut up and take it”

God damn you if it didn’t turn you on.

His grip on your hair was firm, as his other hand went to rest at the top of your neck, holding your jaw. You are forced to have his dick on your mouth and the plus was that you could see his face perfectly.

At first, he lets you accommodate his cock on your mouth. He holds you, as if guiding you to it. You don’t have to do anything but be pretty, and open your mouth. And of course, taking his massive cock on your throat.

You look at him with glossy eyes as he has his way in your throat, gently, holding you softly and soothing you, making you more receptive to all.

“Shhhh, there, you are doing so good” His soothing voice comes in a low voice, as he has that pleased expression on his face, biting his lower lip as you swallow more and more of his cock. “So pretty”

It comes as a praise, as his hand gently caresses softly your throat as you take him well , making you maintain your head tilted up so his cock can slide perfectly down your throat, little by little, forcing you to keep it wide and open all for him.

He lets a low groan, his grip hesitates, between becoming more firm or looser. He guides your movements as you take him deeper. His cheeks are slightly red, his own mouth is open, panting to suppress the moans and grunts; his brows furrowed in pleasure as his eye is transfixed by the sight of you; his cock disappearing into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his mouth.

“Fuck…” He barely can form the sentence, more like a pant, and he still tries to be quiet, his hips start thrusting in your mouth, keeping your head still for him to use however he pleases. However he wants. Utterly at his mercy.

Once his cock hits the back of your throat, he starts bucking his hips up roughly. He holds your head, a tight and firm grip as he pumps his dick in and out.

“So hot” He breathes out, “Taking my dick like this” He says, as if the mere thought aroused him more.

You gurgle on his cock, the head of it hitting your throat, and you try to remain quiet. The gagging sounds are nothing but obscene, and they resonate in the bathroom halls.

You look up to him, and you let him use you. Even if you can’t breathe, even if your throat will be sore- gods, even if they catch you. Why? Easy.

Aemond seems more relaxed. He seems at ease, as his chest rises and falls as he pants, his face in a contorned expression full of pleasure, as his hand presses against your throat; the other still on your hair. He grips slightly your throat and can even feel the small bulge his cock makes on its way down.

And you’d give anything to always see him this at ease. He is not relaxed; by nature. He tends to obsess, he tends to think and rethink things. He is hardly a person who goes by hedonistic ways, that enjoys leisure.

But this? You might always be on your knees, fully open and available for him. And you have the faintest impression that you both know it.

“Fuck” He pants again, trying to keep his voice no louder than a mer murmur. “You feel me here? I’m all the way down, baby” He says, his hand gripping at the end of your jaw and beginning of your throat. He stops his thrust, and you swallow a bit, squeezing him. He moans, shamelessly.

You look up to him, and nod softly; as you can do so. He smirks and nods, his lips open as the hand on your hair moves to move some hairs out of your forehead.

“It does… It does help” He says, grinning a bit, out of breath. “I don’t want to�� cum, but neither to pull away.”

Your hands move to his thighs, and you look up to him. He loves the sight of you. You begged for him to use you, and that thought drives him feral insane.

“I’ll fuck you” He says as he pulls out, and he leans to take you by your armpits to keep you on foot. He moves your long skirt all the way up, and his smirk lets you know that he has no plans of stopping.

“Yeah, yeah” You say without breath.

“I was not asking” he says as he grabs you, and he presses your back against the door, moving his hips closer, so you don’t have another option but to wrap your legs around his waist.

As his hands move to try to move your panties to the side, you look at him, and almost in a moment of clarity you murmur.

“Against the door is a bad idea, it will creak” You complain, but Aemond roll his eye at annoyance.

“Shut up” he murmurs “You say that I could use you, so you don’t get a say in this. If I want to fuck you like this, you’ll take it”

You blink, and he looks up to face you. He is so enjoying this, his grin is smug, and his eyebrows are slightly frowning as if asking you to defy him.

“Yes, sir” You murmur, slightly playfully, and slightly not playfully.

He hums, and nods. He is pleased with your answer.

“Soaked wet” he smirks as his fingers trace your panties. “It could be freezing cold, and you’ll still use these damn skirts, hm?”

“Always in hopes you’ll bend me over” You say softly, and he chuckles a bit. He moves to kiss your lips, as his fingers move your panties to the side, and moves his fingers slowly inside.

His scent is driving you more feral, cigarettes and coffee, he is pested on it. Maybe he had like three coffees to keep himself up, and cigarettes to calm himself down. His perfume is strong, and you knew he liked to have those masculine scents, but the ones who smelt good, and you loved his perfume.

He pushes his fingers in and out, and you gasp on his mouth, your hips trying to move as he keeps you pressed against the door. It is utterly naughty, you know it.

“You ruined me” he murmurs against your neck, placing kisses there. “When I’ll be answering that question, that I studied so hard for… I’ll be imagining you sucking my dick.”

You whimper slightly, feeling full of him. Being full of him, of his fingers. He fucks you, preparing you for his cock.

“I missed this pretty pussy, this tiny hole of yours.” He says, his other hand wrapping around your waist to keep you still, and helping you not fall. “So wet for me. Are you always wet when you are around me? Wearing your most provocative outfits for me?”

“Yes” You admit as you blush a bit. He reads you like an open book.

“Fool of me to ask that. In my eyes, all your outfits are provocative. All your outfits make me wanna stuff you on my cock, and have you crying of pleasure” He murmurs against your neck, and he decides that a hickey will decorate your neck just fine.

You whimper, squeezing his fingers as his hot mouth sucks against the skin of your neck, and you squirm slightly on his arms. You drive him insane, and after a while he is satisfied, moving away to inspect his art.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard” He says, breathless as his thumb move over then hickey.

His promises are never empty, as you feel his cock entering your cunt in a swift motion. It is not your first time taking him, but every time feels better than the last.

You squirm trying to get in a better position against the door, but he keeps you still in the position he wants. You wrap an arm around his neck for better stability, as his hips start to buck against you, using his grip on your waist to move you up and down on his cock.

Gods, he is so strong, you know it. He is holding all your weight as he fucks you, each thrust, your back hits the door, making it creak and grate, every thrust hitting it softly. It is so obscene, yet it arouses you more. His strong arms around you, his muscles against your body. It arouses you more than it should, feeling your body against his firm chest, as he fucks you.

His head moves back to your neck, to the other side, barely over your clavicle to make another hickey. He is full hands-on, hitting your ass softly as he uses you, as his cock pounds your cunt over and over.

“You like when I use you? When I fuck you how I want?”

“Yeah, yeah, I love it…” You whimper as you feel the little kiss he leaves over your hickey.

“You love it, I know, baby” He says, his other arm going to your waist, now wrapped up and holding you close against his chest, moving you up and down on his cock.

You mewl at the change of position, you don’t care how much your shoulders accidentally hit the door, you just want for him to…

It hits you like a cold bucket of water.

“We are not using a condom” you murmur, and his thrusts stop a bit, his head looking up to face you. He didn’t realise the fact either.

You two blink at each other, and he waits for you to continue.

“You should cum inside and we’ll try our luck” you say softly, and his hands grip on your waist tighter.

“Fuck yes…” He breathes out, the thought drives insane, and by how he is fucking you harder, you know it.

You lean softly, your breasts against his neck as you lean your head closer to his ear. “You’ll give that exam while I am leaking your cum”

Up and down, he moves you, the filthy sound of your ass against his flesh, and he moans, more desperate to cum. Your cunt squeezes a bit, his cock is sliding against your walls in a delicious way, and you are becoming too overwhelmed by the size of him too, how the head manages to grind your sweet spot and how he is grunting against your ear.

His thumb rubs back and forth against your clit. Your jaw drops, as you feel yourself cumming from how much he is doing to you, how he magically knows all secrets to make you melt on his cock. It is almost as magical as you know his secrets too.

You milking his cock has to be one of his favourite newfound discoveries. Maybe his new favourite hobby. Your cunt squeezing his cock, as if making sure his balls go empty, releasing himself in you with such determination, that maybe it’ll get you pregnant. And that thought, to his horny head, does not bother him.

He holds you still, impaled on his cock as he cums inside you, nuzzling his head on the curve of your neck to drunk himself on your scent. It calms him, to be sure. And he loves it. Familiar, sweet and cosy. As if it was home for him.

You two share lazy kisses, as he has no problem holding you still. You smile, your hands resting against his strong shoulders, and he eventually pulls out and leaves you safely on your foot again.

“I have another idea” You say smiling to him.

“Gotta give it to you, this idea wasn’t bad. So I am hearing you out” He says as he takes a small towel from his bag, wiping some of the sweat on his neck and you smirk mischievously.

Your hand goes to your panties, taking them out and presenting them to him. They are still soaked wet, and you smile proudly at your idea.

“What?” He asks frowning, but slightly amused.

“Like a lucky charm”

He looks at you in disbelief before he starts laughing a bit.

“What?” It is your turn to ask him.

“That is such a… silly idea”

“Think about it! You can keep it with you when you answer the questions.”

“Darling, that is… Your bad ideas made a comeback, eh?” He teases you, saving the towel on his bag and you take the opportunity to hit his chest again.

“Fine.” You say “Don’t take them”

“I didn’t say I was not gonna take them as my lucky charm. I just said it was silly” he says, taking your panties from your hands, and putting them in his pocket.

“Pervert” you murmur amused, turning around to unlock the door of the bathroom, which he totally uses to slap your ass, in which you whine “Aemond!”

You two get out as quickly as you can, no one seems at sight. You look at yourself in the mirror and scrunch your face at seeing your state.

“Look at what you-” you start but you both turn to look at the person who just walked in.

As they move to take some of the toilet paper, with a stuffy nose, Aemond moves closer to you, clearing his throat a bit awkwardly as you feel them side-eye you both. No words were spoken, but it was awkward.

Once they go away, you and Aemond share a look.

“Pff, that was close” You try to break the tension.

“It wasn’t close. You look absolutely fucked.” His hand moves to comb your hair, as some crazy locks were out of place. He? Looked divine and perfect as always. “And the hickeys don’t help your case”

“How am I supposed to go out with those things in my neck? Gods” you say, a hand rubbing the hickey as if they would disappear with that. “And I have to buy the pill-”

“Yeah” he says, pressing his lips together as he tries to suppress a smile. “Well, to be fair it was your idea.”

“I totally forced you to it” You roll your eyes as you two walk out of the bathroom and back to the waiting hall.

“Hm” He says amused. “I am innocent”

You both wait seated, with other of his classmates around. He does not engage, he is obviously tense and anxious, but at the same time, it is not eating him alive as before.

You feel proud of that. He was an anxious mess, and thanks to you he was well fed and got to release all his worries on you, and your cunt. And for that, you smile.

You can see Cregan wandering around with Jace, and you don’t care about him anymore. Sure, he was still hot as hell, but with Aemond near, you just lean your head on his shoulder and he rubs his nervous hand on your waist.

“Aemond Targaryen” His name is called out, and you stand along with him, taking his hand along yours.

Before he goes in, with his other two classmates, you stop him, to kiss him sweetly. Your hands cup his face, and you have to be on your tiptoes to reach his lips properly.

“They’ll ask you about Foucault” You murmur on his lips, as he looks at you, nervous but dumbfounded. “And you’ll nail this”

That reassurance makes him smile, leaving a small peck on your lips before going in. Being asked about the Panopticon, being the top of his class and being assistant seem second hand worries as he knows that you’ll be waiting for him once he comes out from the exam. You’ll always be his lucky charm.

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build me up, buttercup |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!nepo baby!reader|

prompt: you and eddie are planning a baby shower to welcome in your first baby, persephone. or how the girl's flower themes are born.

a teeny tiny blurb that i'm excited to share. follows the lore than each of the girls have their own flowers, and this is how persephone's came to be <3 hope you enjoy!

contains: pure fluff. honestly just cutesy shit. language. pregnant!reader.

"I just want something bright." You hum, swaying gently to soothe your sore, aching joints. Your ring dazzled in the bright light pouring in from the open windows, smoothing over the swell of your stomach.

"Is there a specific color, Mrs. Munson?" The timid event planner asked, spreading out swatches of bright yellows, powdery blues, pastel pinks. "If we start with a color, maybe that would help narrow down the options?"

"I don't know." You frowned, a swell of frustrated tears bubbling to life in your chest. You didn't know, and you hated that you didn't know. It was your baby shower, you wanted it to be perfect.

Eddie's spine straightened, eyes cutting to you carefully. He sensed the tears, the irritation of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, all threatening to come out the only way they knew how to. He'd been on the receiving end of too many of those fits. His hand found your thigh, squeezing it gently, thumb rubbing soft circles over your soft flesh, a desperate attempt to soothe.

"You're wanting flowers, right? That's the main theme." Your assistant, Natasha, a complete saint in disguise. With pregnancy brain and hormones, you were sure you'd never make it without her. "Do you have options for a floral theme?"

"Yes," The planner squeaked, thumbing through her briefcase of photos, swatches, notes.

Eddie felt you tense, your hand rubbing over your stomach in slow circles, huffing in defeat. "Hey, could you give us a second, Nat?" Eddie hummed. "Just give us one sec to look and kinda talk."

"Of course. Let's take a little break. I'll go get some tea." Natasha gave you both a small smile, padding to the kitchen the event planner following closely behind.

Your sigh, heavy and huffy, echoed off the walls. It made Eddie cringe gently, pulling the flower pictures closer to the two of you. "What about this one? Nice and pink for ya." Eddie held the small sample photo up to you, filled with sweet peas and hydrangeas, obnoxiously pink.

"Yeah," You muttered, lips still puffed in a pout. "I don't even know if I want pink anymore."

"Blue?" Eddie grinned lightly. "Trick everyone into thinking it's a boy incase there's a leak." He cringed when your breath hitched, eyes wide in horror.

"I'm kidding, baby." Eddie added quickly. "No one's gonna leak. We're keeping it intimate."

"Yeah, right." You sighed. "My mom and dad will bring all these people I barely even know."

"And I'll tell them to leave." Eddie's chest puffed, spine straightening. "I'm serious. They're not on the list, they can fuck off, alright? Goes for Victor and Tana too. Not gonna let them upset you."

The small smile you gave him felt like a standing ovation, a victorious win after a grueling, hard day. Filled his chest with warmth, hand squeezing yours lightly.

"If there's even a shower to kick them out of." Your smile fell just as quickly as it came, shoulders slumping with them. "Can't even pick a theme."

"We'll get it. C'mon," Eddie's calloused fingertips tickled your jaw, lifting your gaze to his. "Don't be like that, sweetheart."

"I can be like that if I want to." Your voice teetered on the edge of a whine, the hinting of a cry. "I can't even make a decision about a baby shower theme. How am I going to make a decision about a baby?"

"Stop that." Eddie shook his head, voice dropping to a soft coo. "Two totally different things, baby. Not even comparable." It was rational, firm but soothed your bundles of nerves. You both had your own worries, fears about parenthood- fear of the unknown that was creeping closer and closer.

"Here," Eddie stood, chains hanging from his jeans jingling with every heavy step towards the shelves on either side of the television, lined with books.

Eddie's fingers danced over the spines, until he found the book. Still new, no cracks in the spine or bent pages, a gift from Farrah when you told her the baby's name. "I saw it at this bookstore in Amsterdam. I had to get it." She'd squealed, giving you the book with a title that your baby shared- Persephone.

Eddie had been more elated than you, reading it front to back more than once. Reading it to you at night, eyes lighting when he'd read something interesting.

"I think I saw somethin' in here." Eddie sank back down beside you on the couch. "Just an idea."

You curled into him, knees tucked under you, head on the soft, worn material of his t-shirt. His cologne, a faint smoky smell of a cigarette- you could feel your body relaxing, intoxicatingly calm.

Calloused fingertips thumbed through the pages until he found the page he was looking for, lips parting in a soft, triumphant hum. "Look," Eddie tilted the page towards you, fingertip tracing the small etching of a flower. "Says there's some history behind this flower and Persephone."

You titled your head, eyes scanning over the text.

"In the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, Earth Goddess Gaia produced the yellow petaled Narcissus specifically to enchant Persephone. Now, this early blooming flower is seen as the harbinger of Spring, announcing Persephone's ascent to the surface."

"Interestingly, for all it's association with rebirth and new life with Spring, the bulb is highly toxic?" You frowned, head tilting up towards Eddie.

His lips curled in a wide, excited grin, eyes shining with gleaming pride. "That's fucking cool, isn't it?" Eddie beamed.

Heat blossomed in your chest, dissolving the feeling of frustration and fear, and blooming with something lighter. Soothing and happy, spreading through your chest all the way to your cheeks.

"That is pretty cool." You nodded, scanning the table for a yellow swatch. "We could do like a yellow and white kinda theme, right? That would be neutral in case it did get leaked."

Eddie gave a small eye roll. "It won't get leaked." He muttered, setting the book to the side. "But, yeah, neutral but still bright."

"Make the narcissus the main flower. Maybe add baby's breath and something else..." You muttered, pulling the swatches in front of you. Eddie's chest boasted, watching your small frown on your features, determined instead of frustrated now.

"Do they keep?" You turned to Eddie. "Like, they won't wilt or be gross, right?"

"Buttercups? Nah, they'll keep." Eddie shook his head gently. "Used to pick them for my mom all the time when I was little. She'd keep 'em in a vase and some water, and they'd stay forever."

Your heart swelled, a dull ache behind his words. Even now, married and expecting a baby, Eddie rarely spoke about his mother. Every small detail he'd share, you'd guard protectively in your thoughts, wanting to remember every detail you could.

"Ok," You nodded, a small sigh of relief. "Let's do that then."

You groaned, pushing off the back of the couch, Eddie's hands quickly finding your waist to help you stand. "Will you go get them? I have to pee, and I'll be right back."

Weeks later, Eddie was sure he'd never seen so many shades of yellow- so many flowers in his life. Your family's Malibu home transformed to a bright, floral baby shower of your dreams. Buttercups at every arrangement, starred prominently in bustles of baby's breath and tiny white daisies. All the guests even in various shades of yellow, shining brightly under the California sun.

Eddie managed to sneak a bouquet after the party, when you'd gone to lay down and the staff was cleaning up. He'd handed it to Natasha, sent it with her to get pressed and framed, until it found it's new home in the nursery.

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oncomingnight · 10 months

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Yandere! Film Director

"i couldn't have made this movie without you."

Hassan is an award winning film director, you'll see his movies in several pieces of media titled something along the lines of ; "The best Cinematography in Film" "Praise Worthy Film" "Critics' Favorite" "Standing Ovation for Hassan Samir" "Bustling Box Office".

He specializes in psychological horror movies, the genre has always been a remaining favorite of his since a child. He's always favored media that grabs you by the throat and asks you one important question by the end of the film. Seeing his major interest in such movies, he decided to take it upon himself and make his own. In screenwriting programs, the first task the students will have is to watch one of his movies and study it. He has come a long way with his work, some google him to see more of his work and are shocked by how young he js.

But, you cannot google Hassan Samir without seeing his beloved y/n l/n alongside him in the image section, it's bound to happen and he wouldn't have it any other way. The two of you are high school sweethearts and everyone finds that fact oh so endearing. You've supported him and his craft for so long, staying up with him writing up ideas, giving him advice on how to shoot a certain scene, assisting him in casting actors, deciding which songs to put into the soundtrack, emailing certain people. Your input is as valued to him as gold was to the workers in the California Gold rush.

Many people appreciate how he treats you when the two of you are behind the camera. He'll listen to every little thing you pitch and will actually put your ideas into action. This causes the scenes to turn out even better than they already were.

When he inevitably wins an absurd amount of awards, he will always take you with him on stage and insert you multiple times into his speech.

" I am incredibly fortunate to have this incredibly talented woman by my side. All of those films that you love so much, she has assured, assisted and advised me whilst they were in the making, I wouldn't be standing in front of all you if it wasn't for her. We're a two deal package. Y/n, you are the lifeline of these films, I will never quit thanking you for as long as I live. At times, I'll admit, I cry from the amount of love and affection I receive from her, it's overwhelming in the most blissful way possible. Obviously, I am thankful for everyone on my team but y/n will forever be my first priority. Thank you to everybody for coming out tonight."

His beautiful words made you rejoice and take pride within your work and who you chose to marry. You can only imagine the amount of envy yet adoration people all over the world had for your relationship.

While the two of you are at a public event with paparazzi present, he'll stand back and let you have your moment with the eager photographers. Don't mind him admiring the love of his wife. Oh, and don't mind his wandering eyes.

Hassan never fails in reminding you of the intense love he harbors for you. You're a haven for him after a long stressful day dealing with stubborn people, you're a place of warmth for him no matter the circumstance. If people knew how clingy and affectionate he was with you in private, well, I'm not gonna lie to you, they wouldn't be surprised. He nuzzles his head into your thighs and tummy, whispering and blabbering on about how much he missed you, how you should've seen the work day he had, how he's so glad he has someone like you waiting for him at home.

He's the type of romantic to kiss your hand after doing anything, focusing on the area where your wedding ring lies. Having cozy nights where the two of you are in cozy, fluffy robes after a warm bath together, he caresses your cheek before leaning in to kiss your forehead. It doesn't have to be a necessarily specific situation for him to spill his guts about the sinful things he'd do for you. About what he's done for you.

"You're too special to be tainted with the memory of that ابن الشرموطة, focus on me, on us. If only they knew what I've done for you, يا حياتي. But, don't worry, okay? They'll know soon. Very soon."

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futfemfantasies · 5 months

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failed \\ sam kerr x reader

TW: injury (the dreaded 3 letters), fluff

2023 World Cup. Home soil. Co-captain with the love of your life. Playing in your hometown Stadium is one thing but playing a World Cup there? It's a whole other dream come true.

Sitting next to Sam, your knee is bouncing uncontrollably. She put her hand on your thigh and gives it a light squeeze, silently asking if you're okay. You nod and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. The starting lineup including you and Sam start to walk out to meet your mascots. You look around and everyone has theirs except you. A small tap on your thigh forces you to look down at your mascot. It’s none other than your mini me aka your niece Athena. You pick up the smiling and now excited to-year-old and kiss her squishy, chubby cheeks.

"You win Aunt y/n/n?"

"Not yet princess, Aunt Sammy has to score some goals first"

Sam turns around before giving your your niece multiple kisses.

You nudge Sam to start walking out and the roaring of the fans brought a wide smile to your face. Lining up, Athena starts bouncing on your hip in excitement. After the national anthem, you give Athena back to your sister and start to get prepped for the game. Your job back to the team just in time to hear Sam's pep talk.

"1...2...3... TILLIES!"

You and Sam do your quick handshake before you jog to midfield alongside Katrina and Kyra. The whistle starts and the battle for third place begins. Sweden have come in strong but you and your midfield trio have held your own. So far, Rolfö and Asilani have been targeting you and every time you get up, Sam looks more pissed than before. Around 30 minutes into the second half is where things went wrong. Recovering the ball from Stina was fine, it was the popping sound in your left knee that wasn't.

Screaming as you went down immediately saw the ref blow her whistle. Medics rushed to you, only for Sam to beat them. Same place your head in her lap as the medics touched around the rapidly swelling area.

"Even if it is what we think, I'll be there every step of the way"

Sam helped you off the field, with a standing ovation from the crowd and players. Sam turns back to the game and stomps over to Stina.

"What the fuck is your problem huh? She's injured because of you. You injured your teammates and the best midfielder in the game! I hope you're happy with yourself"

Stina looks visibly scared and your teammates push Sam away before she got herself carded. Sam made at her personal mission to win this game for you, even if that meant doing a few extra slide tackles and shoulder pushes. The final whistle blows after extra time and Sam is speechless. You watch on the small tv as Sam is in full blown tears and the medic said you can go out to the field.

Hopping down the hallways, you see the familiar entryway to the field. Taking your time, you finally get to the grass and you start looking for your short ponytailed beauty. Stina notices you looking around and decides to quickly apologise before Sam scares her off again. The poor girl was on the verge of tears until you reassured her it was nothing she did. You lock eyes with Sam and said your goodbyes to Stina.

You both meet halfway and Sam pulled you into a tight hug, burying her face in your neck. Crutches dropped to the floor, you gave back and even tighter hug as you hear what Sam's mumbling.

"Hey, look at me"

You almost whisper, holding Sam's face in your hands.

"You gave it your all and that's what matters. I love you through all the wins, losses, draws, fourth places. We've done this country so proud okay?"

Sam looks down at your knee and nods slowly.

"I love you too, I'll be here through it all. I'll take some personal leave"

You argue back-and-forth but decided she can take two weeks off. Sam turns around and squats down a little picking up the crutches.

"Jump on. I think there's some fans that want to say thank you to their hometown hero"

You roll your eyes and hop on the slightly older girls back.

You see your teammates first before doing a lap of honour. Right at the end, Sam stops just before a little boy with your jersey on. You direct Sam over and hop down, still leaning on Sam.

"Hey buddy, cool jersey you have on there"

"Y-you my favourite. I wanna be you when I’m older"

You pout at the cuteness at the boy who couldn't be older than 4. You decide in the moment to give the boy your jersey. You take it off and someone gives you a marker. You write a sweet message on it before giving it to him. His mum asked for a photo and of course you say yes. The boy thanks you numerous times and you give him a hug before leaving.

Sam comes back and put a jacket on you before carrying you to the locker room. She said she down at your cubby, which is next to hers, and gives you a look.

"i'm fine babe, really. Are you okay?"

Sam shrugs her shoulders and looks at you.

"I dunno. I wanted to win for you and I failed"

Sam hangs her head, looking at her boots. She hold back tears and you scoot closer to her the best you can.

"You didn't fail me baby. Every game you play for a club or country makes me so unbelievably proud of you. You can never fail in my eyes Sam"

Without warning, Sam pulled you into a bruising kiss, with your teammates wolf whistling and fake gagging.

"Marry me?"

Sam whispers as your foreheads touch.

"A million times yes my love"

“Now let’s get that knee better Mrs Kerr”

“MRS KERR?!”

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clavissionary-position · 2 months

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Should have known the Premium Ending version of this was going to be even more magnificent 😭

(mdni)

Emma pulls the same tactic but while they're in the bath together.

Licht at first insists on taking a bath by himself. A long bath. Presumably to deal with his... problem.

Emma who is also at her wits end by this point decides to join him. She just casually walks into the bathroom totally naked while he's soaking and offers to wash his back. Unlike what he'd do normally, LIcht this time averts his gaze. He's really determined to see this weeklong cock-ring of a plan to completion.

This is where Emma's plan comes into effect. She stops washing his back, hugs him from behind, boobies pressed against him and everything. Licht's like "you can't wash my back if you're pressed against me like that," and Emma's like "not your back, no..." And she starts moving her hand le south. Licht immediately gasps her name, and Emma delivers this beautiful line: "You're the one who's always doing things like this to me, right? And whenever you do, you always say 'I'm just washing you.'" And in her mind she thinks 'you're the one who taught me these bad things.'

FUCK MY LIFE WHAT IS THIS

Licht, I don't even know how this man is still alive at this point, how his dick hasn't just exploded over the entire room, he manages to glumly look away and say "If you go any farther than this...I'll want to ravish you."

If my sweaty palms could give a standing fucking ovation, man...

*translation by google, may not be accurate

#ikemen prince #ikepri jp spoilers #licht klein #FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK #i am spreading the gospel of LICHTEMMA

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Hey darling, I hope you're having a great day. I love your work and your writing BTW.

Since I'm a big sucker for any FRIENDS TO LOVERS theme, how about you've been in a friends group with Joe for a few years now. After all this mayhem (aka rise to fame) that happened to him this year, you finally meet him again in your group. You reconnect, still the same flirting between the two of you.

I JUST NEED ALL THE FRIENDS TO LOVERS FLUFF RIGHT NOW (no need for smut though)

Since, a touch-starved anon ❤️

Thank you so much 🥰

Absolutely joining you in being a sucker for friends to lovers, it's my most favourite trope. I'm really not proud of this however and I think it could've been much better; but I'll let you all decide! 🥺

You know the saying? keep your friends close... That was exactly your life's motto, they were for life and the close circle that you'd had over the last few years got you through anything. It wasn't until 2020 that you suddenly learnt you could be ripped apart from the person you were closest too in such a brief moment. The day that Joe got the phone call, the one that changed his life forever. You'd always secretly had a thing for him, not wanting to ruin your chances in case he didn't feel the same, but you kind of wished you'd told him before he'd got on the plane to go to America just a few days later.

Then covid hit, it just seemed to be one thing after another. Yeah you'd all manage to video call every now and then from your homes but it wasn't the same as actually being around one another. You'd have brief encounters through your phone with your friends and singular late night ones with him as if you didn't have anything else to say, you'd ramble on together till the early hours. Joe returned months later back to America to continue filming and the calls and texts came few and far between, he was busy all of the time and it wasn't entirely his fault but you got worried that this was it; that he'd forget you especially and you'd never see him again the way you always had, just merely through a television screen instead. It was different when everything he'd done had been filmed quite close to home, so you knew you'd always find him back at his flat eventually, but not having him around hurt and it made the feelings grow evermore; painful yet sinful when you'd think about him in every way possible.

You'd lost count of the many times you thought of him, keeping him in the forefront of your mind at all costs, day or night, no matter what you were doing, wondering mostly what life will be like for Joe after Stranger Things aired. You had spent countless hours over the years telling him to be patient, comforting him when he almost gave up on acting. You promised him the day that he sent his audition tape that he'd make it big, that one day someone would notice his talent and he'd take off into the industry big time. He'd just smile at you the way he did, his dimples approving of your promise but the look in his eyes, sorrowful and scared told an entirely different story.

Surely enough, the day that Season 4 aired, you and your friends were sat in your living room watching it, you all cheered when Joe came on the screen, shouts of excitement and gasps at the look of your friend with a long haired curly wig, clothes that just were not him, for example the ripped black skinny jeans, that was entirely mesmerising. Your mind was boggled at the way it didn't even look like him anymore, it was only his chocolatey gaze that reassured you Joe was behind that get up. His acting was outstanding to you all, giving him a mental standing ovation that he was on his way to stardom through his new role, he shined brighter than you'd ever known him too.

He'd stayed in America finishing off bits and pieces for Volume two, he'd facetimed you one day in his trailer after not hearing from him for a month, you stared him down the second his face filled your screen as he was in costume, ready to go film the last scene before they wrapped up. He caught you gawking a few times, he'd have you stuttering in response.

"What're you staring at?" How did he realise that was the case? Prick.

"N-n-nothing."

"You got the hots for me in a wig?" Joe barked a laugh, you instantly threw yourself into self defence mode shaking your head, your cheeks flushing in confirmation which made his smile beam from ear to ear.

You even called him Eddie instead of Joe at least twice, embarrassing yourself deeply but the laugh that erupted from his throat made it more than worth it. It wasn't until you both said at exactly the same moment that you missed one another, your voices spoke in unison and the emotion came crashing between you in an instant was electrifying, but you shook it off quickly when he got shouted from the door of his trailer shortly after and the call was ended abruptly, a pout from Joe's lips, his little puppy dog eyes giving you an apologetic look that he had to rush off. You didn't have time to speak about your feelings, you'd planned it all in your head the second you got to talk to him, but it just never came about - you were grateful yet full of regret.

Some time later, the group of you re-joined and sobbed hard through Volume 2, all decided collectively that he seriously deserved an award for this role, especially from the fact he could make fully grown men tear up at their own friend dying on camera. Your promise of 2 solid years ago came true and exactly 24 hours later, your social media was bombarded with Joseph Quinn this and Joseph Quinn that. Eddie Munson had created your friend celebrity status in the matter of a mere moment.

It wasn't until the summer that you'd all taken the time out of your busy adult lives to throw a party especially in Joe's honour for returning home, a nail biting experience for you indeed. Your friendship circle wasn't the same without him so it wasn't often that you'd all get together anymore. You couldn't wait to see him, you couldn't wait to tell him how proud you were and above all, you couldn't wait till you could utter the words I told you so. You'd done a number on yourself, making yourself look as good as possible so that he might notice. Your feelings overtaking you a little too much, maybe understandable after you'd not seen him solidly for the last year and a bit, so you thought you'd make an effort.

You watched through your kitchen window whilst you stood outside having a smoke with your friend, the front door opened and a crowd of people huddled around. A rush of nausea hit you like it was the first time you were seeing him again, the eye contact that was made between you through glass when people moved around to return to their previous conversation.

As the old saying goes in a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you, that quote was circling in your head until eventually Joe came sauntering out of the back door and you felt his presence solidly stood before you, staring, almost teary eyed from the obvious confirmation that he'd missed you the most. He looked the same, but different, his hair was curlier, face looked skinnier and body less defined from the weight he'd had to lose especially for the show but the same in the way his eyes sparkled and spoke a thousand words without him having to open his mouth.

You dropped the cigarette that was perched between your fingers and ran into his arms like some sort of romantic scene, wrapping yourself around him, your face held in position into his chest as he swayed you from side to side. You caught sight of a few people looking your way that were situated in the kitchen, one of them even mouthed get a room, mentally flipping a middle finger their way; all you cared about in that second was that Joe was around you again.

"God I've missed you Joey." You cooed, your voice slightly muffled from your face smothered into his chest.

"Missed you too love." The happiness radiated from his voice and butterflies swarmed your stomach.

People had always noticed in the past the flirty exchanges between the two of you. People had always commented that you would look cute together, there were only a couple of people out of the entire friendship group that knew of your true feelings, they'd been sworn to secrecy on the matter that Joe would never find out. There were always talks between all 3 of you, they'd always confronted their beliefs that they were 99% sure that he felt the same way but he was too damn shy and too stubborn of a person to admit it. If that was true then that made two of you.

The girl who stood outside with you had disappeared to let you have some time alone with Joe, patting him on his forearm as a brief encounter as she left to go back inside. She was one of the people that knew of your secret and had only in these last five minutes been telling you that you needed to make a move before it was too late. That you couldn't watch from the side-lines forever, twiddling your thumbs and gawking at him from a distance.

Indulging in another cigarette together, not quite being ready to go inside and share him with the rest of your friends just yet, you playfully and skilfully caught up with him, finding ways to bring into the conversation that all you wanted was him.

"You know Quinn, you've really broke the internet with Eddie. He's everywhere." You muttered and he rolled his eyes, not quite believing you.

"Stop saying silly things like that." He laughed, you pulled out your phone, showing him some of the screenshots you'd taken and they rolled back around swiftly, his lips parting at the wonderful things people had said about his character, unsure what to do with all the strange love coming from random people he didn't know.

"Did they let you keep the wig by the way?" Joe frowned, looking back to you, putting your phone back into your pocket and folding your arms together.

"I knew you had a thing for Eddie." Joe smirked. Not Eddie. You you fool.

"The wig made you think that?" You laughed over dramatically.

"I saw the way you looked at me on FaceTime Y/N, you were down bad for me with long hair." He stuck his tongue over his top lip, his stare intense waiting for your admission.

"Correction, Eddie..." You threw him off his high horse. "Yeah well, what can I say? A sexy ass metal head is just my type." You joked. His eyes grew with your response.

"I'd better get it back then." What was that supposed to mean? Your mind was all over the place in just 6 short words. "I've already got the leather jacket." He continued.

"Phew, I was scared you were going to miss that out." Stifled and forced giggles fell from your lips, you were nervous from the way Joe looked at you differently in that second, something told you it was good. You stood in silence for a few minutes and Joe looked through the window to see the rest of his friends deep in conversation.

"You wanna get going back in?" He said anxiously before moving toward the door.

"I told you so." You belted out quickly, grabbing at his hand, holding onto his fingers as if your life depended on it, he moved back towards you, a look of confusion taking over him.

"Wait, what?" He chuckled.

"I promised you that this was it for you. I told you so." You smiled, mirroring the shyness on his face, he softened in seconds.

"Don't be daft." His hand wrapped around yours, reciprocating the grasp as he swung it side to side, not letting go, even if your palms were now sweating from the soft touch, this somehow felt right.

"Well I'll always be your number one fan." You winked and his lips pursed together in the most adorable way, smiling as he looked to the ground. His free hand came up to stroke your cheek and it was like all of a sudden you'd fell into a dream that was all too familiar when you were sleeping.

Without any forewarning, Joe leaned down, replacing his fingers for his lips and planted a kiss on your cheek, his mouth hovering still against the heat from your face after, unsure whether he should of committed an act like that. Then he did it again, giving your hand a squeeze in reassurance when he stood back in his previous stance, an exhale of relief that you didn't let go or just bolt from his actions.

"I had no doubt that you would be, my darling." Your mutual stare became something intimate, you weren't sure where this was going but you were pretty sure that from that one moment, he'd always felt exactly the same and had just admitted it in his own way. Nobody had ever looked at you the way Joe did tonight.

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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Can I wrap my arm around Gilbert von Obsidian’s waist? (🫂)

Can you?

[🫂] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 '𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝。。。

GILBERT:

Naturally, the answer is no.

The thunderstorm proves to be not enough of a distraction, no matter how engrossed Gilbert appears to be, standing in front of the floor-length windows with the demeanor of someone giving a standing ovation at the opera. You study him from the corner of your eye, wondering what exactly you're missing here that he finds so bemusing. This type of weather... it entertains him, being able to witness it here in Rhodolite seems to be a joy equal to attending some sort of spectacle for him.

Most people would adopt a look of horror on their faces, slammed under the weight of their own uselessness against the almighty will of Nature. But not Gilbert. He'd stand with hands clasped behind his back, silently admiring, lips curved in a smile.

And you... you're not much different; when the lightning strikes and the gruesome rumble of a thunder follows almost immediately, you don't gaze away in fear: you hurriedly turn to Gilbert, craving the rare beauty of his frame lit up by the dreadful source of light, a sight lasting no longer than a mere second. The red of his eye is a richer shade now, one that candlelight can't offer you in this cloud-cast darkness, and you're thankful.

Your arm is guided by willpower you'd seldom find in yourself should the moment was normal - yes, it's something about him right now; like a deity of his own that dares look the horrors of Nature in the eye, smiling; you want to graze that divinity and see for yourself if he's real.

Or maybe it's because you're standing there right next to him, letting the lightning form a lengthy shadow behind you like it does to Gilbert, coloring you in its pale light, like it colors Gilbert. You're like him, you're by his side, you're his - the arm wrapping around his waist is surely an act of recognizing where your place is, who you are—

"What is it, little rabbit? Are you bored?"

Your arm falls limp to your side, as if paralyzed by the poisonous yet faint warmth of his body that is clinging to it, activated by sudden realization of your bold acts... Amidst the chemical cataclysm taking place somewhere in your brain, Gilbert joins, by wrapping an arm of his own around your waist.

"Mmm...see, that's the good thing about those so-called spring storms... they come to wreck everything on their way, then they're gone in the blink of an eye! Don't be bored now, just a little more... we can go for a nice little walk afterward. I'll let you walk ahead, so I can watch you cross the path covered with scattered rose petals. They'd look even more beautiful crushed under your feet, don't you think?"

∎ For You, My Valentine‼️ - xxsycamore’s 1000 followers celebration party | 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen gilbert #For You My Valentine!! - xxsycamore's 1000 followers celebration party

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Proudest Man in the World

Summary:

Kind-hearted. A champion. The lover of Jey Uso. His life transformed in the best moments, to be proud.

a/n: This is post-WrestleMania 40. Took place after Jey won against Jimmy (imagine they have the best brother vs brother match ever) and Sami won the Intercontinental Championship title against Gunther. If y'all see any errors, 🤫, I make mistakes too.

Also posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here). These belong to my samijey/jeysami short and long stories collection called "All Night."

Other WWE fics and samijey/jeysami fics are posted on my WWE masterlist here.

Word Count: 1,333

Warning(s): 18+ only (minors DNI), NSFW, smut content, explicit language

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The night thickened and intoxicating air arose inside the dim hotel room, along with the sounds of Sami's hushed breathing.

Faint, half-lidded glint with crave, gazed into Jey's eyes, full attention. Legs encircled Jey's waist tight while their bodies pressed together under the blankets. Rush of hotness crawled in, blocking the remains of the cold.

A thousand times until now; Sami is cherished over a win he will never forget.

Intercontinental Championship.

The belt draped over the chair; moonshine illuminated its sparkle like a recognized, rare, rich in gold. If any man hadn't made the task known back in the day, its name would have crumbled. Much gratitude to the former longest reigning champion, Gunther, everyone has seen the title as important written before each vision.

WrestleMania in Philadelphia. Roars and screams of supportive cheers rediscover Sami's mind from ear to ear. Some clouded uncertainty hit Sami like a freight train at first, questioning if he could win the championship. Time went on, receiving encouragement from coworkers— hell— even Gunther himself last week, gave Sami his all through body and soul. He did it.

Jey came into the picture. He never forgets him. Neither his words.

"I gotchu."

"I've got yo' back. Don't be an ass, 'kay?"

"Love you, baby."

His lips curled in a satisfied smile. Peace is what Sami received. He was supposed to satisfy Jey since he won against Jimmy, given a standing ovation. Though instead, Jey mirrored the same emotion both had.

"Whatchu smilin' for?" Jey's voice teased yet cheerful in wonder.

Sami hummed, his arms wrapped around Jey's neck. "Don't know. I guess it's you, always spoiled me till the end."

"S'my job. Y'can't get rid of me dat easily." Jey nuzzled his nose against Sami's beard, eliciting a giggle from Sami. "If someone's datin’ me this long, I can't be gone forever."

"You've told me a thousand times to make me happy."

"Good. And I'll keep sayin' it all day."

Sami hadn't grinned this long. This is good for his sake. Jey's words affected his heart, stronger in support of a boyfriend from the known family bloodline, being fallen in love.

Their gaze locked. An inch of Jey's dick covered in a condom twitched inside Sami's heat, slicked entrance. Fulfilled, melted, lust. Sami's fingers threaded Jey's hair; Jey began strokes of lazy, careful thrusts.

Sami shuddered, nails digging into Jey's tatted back urged himself to be still. He knew he couldn't, he didn't give a damn. Anything Jey does craving more, giving any touch of feeling, swelled to each reaction.

The difference between home and hotel rooms was some short intimate moments; being interrupted by a friend, someone calling their phone, having a quickie before going on a morning routine, or leaving to arrive on the travel schedule. Inside an expensive hotel building in Philadelphia, however, silence stood outside.

No friends or family to check on them. No one knocked. They're alone.

"M'so fuckin' proud of you." Jey buried his face into the crook of Sami's neck, breath tingled his skin, hips bucking. "You— oh fuck— you deserve every inch of this, of me. M'proud y'won all dat effort."

"Mmm, I'm proud of you, too. You deserve—" Sami let out a gasp— "you deserve so much praise a-after you and Jimmy did out there. So perfect, so good, so good, so good—"

Slow trails of kisses showered on Sami's neck. Jey smiled to himself, at the praise he had given to Sami while caring. "Shh, focus on you, not me."

Being penetrated shook Sami's core; his mind became foggy, devoured with sweet hunger. His eyes were heavy, nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. Jey's warmth is too good, too good for Sami to claw his fingers with fresh scratches on the back, erupted a low growl from Jey. Sami admitted he'd apologize for doing so, but Jey didn't mind.

Focus on himself, not him. Sami almost let emotions get the best a few seconds ago. He would hate himself if he broke a sob during sex, it'll be a concern. One time, the emotional part of him poured out in front of Jey before being embraced and comforted. Sami would tell his boyfriend about it later, too.

Loud, passionate wails escaped Sami's mouth; Jey's hips bucked in an instant yet deeper as the bed rocked and squeaked. Sami pecked Jey's shoulder, to the neck, to the jawline of the beard. Husky whispers from Jey reaching ear to ear, sending a shiver down Sami's spine.

He loved this.

Jey lifted his head, glimpsing into Sami's glinted eyes full of allure. "Look at you, goddamn amazin' as hell wit' dat face, baby." He showered quick smooches on his forehead. "Y'deserve everythin'."

"Keep going, Jey, please keep going..." Sami whispered in a needy tone. He does his best to keep eye contact.

Jey gripped Sami's hips and snapped his pace, quickening. Slid in, then out, focused on not breaking the condom. Sami felt Jey's lips graze his ear, hearing the same tone of whisper once more while eyelids fluttered close. A tingle of sensation ignited Sami's stomach; it peaked closer.

"I'm… I'm about to— fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, Jey—!"

Sami's mouth hung open, letting out a breathless sound; shockwaves rippled through his body as cum ejaculated on the belly and chest. Since Jey wore a condom, sparing the spill, his pulse still lingered inside. Good thing it's a reminder a couple of times protection is needed.

Slumped, boneless, full of bliss, sweat glistening. Both men are relieved. Sami peeked, narrowed his eyes at Jey's hand splayed on his chest while the other steadied the dick to pull out. He observed Jey, unwrapping the filled condom, and tying it before tossing it in the trash can.

"You should've gone to the party without me," Sami murmured after a few seconds of creeping silence between them. Fingers hovered and traced random patterns over Jey's tatted arm, then chest. "You deserve your celebration with them and Jimmy without me."

"N'let you be empty-handed in this room without a present?" Jey questioned with a mock perplexed look. "Naw, I gotta make you, a champ, happy wit' a big ass smile. Dat's our celebration."

All those hours from earlier, a party inside the bar miles away from them was held after Cody won against Roman for the Undisputed Championship. There's a choice for Jey whether or not he's going alongside Jimmy, Kevin, and others— let themselves receive joy with drinks and dances. He ditched at the last minute— for Sami, because he can't let someone be alone with a small amount of gifts, never had a chance to give a deserving one.

Jey is supposed to drink with friends, be joking, dance along, and be rewarded for all the effort he put into the brother versus brother match. However, he didn't bother. He cared about Sami the most; the others understood.

Sami sat up, scooting closer. "Does… does Kev know? Jimmy? Roman?" he asked.

Jey nodded. "They did. They just gave me the look and let me go ahead. But Ludwig wants me to tell you dat yo' Brainbuster," he cleared his throat, rolling his eyes, "is exquisite."

"Sounds like him." Sami chuckled, and pecked Jey's lips, whispering, "Guess I need to pull more tricks up my sleeves and surprise you."

"Like pullin' 'em tricks at the shower?"

"Oh god, no!"

Both couldn't help erupting their laughter ringing across the room, soft kissing and embracing in each other's arms. Everything became soundless again before Jey led Sami to the bathroom, being playful along the way. Two days in a row had been the best, even though the chilliness bothered them sometimes, for their respective WrestleMania matches to be successful. Would be best to be warm rather than complain.

Sami's chances were a fluke before the big stage. Now gripping the known championship in one hand, those chances are greater, transforming and changing the man he is—

A champion with a proud heart.

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playroom-sekaii · 9 months

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Hiiiii! You might know me from ao3 (@imani_i!) , if requests are open could you make a little akito fic/hcs? I loveloveloveeee your works <33

Omg hi, thanks for always giving so much love on my fics, it makes me so happy ^w^ I'll try to get a little Akito fic done as soon as I can (I've been busy with school and other fics lately >m<), but for now, here's some headcanons for this little guy!

-Age range is normally around 4-7, but he can end up as small as about two in situations such as being extremely stressed or sick. Not like he'd ever willingly admit that he was feeling that small, he's a big kid!

-Akito's quite embarrassed over being a regressor in general, it took a lot for him to finally admit it to the rest of VBS, despite the fact that they're all little sometimes too. He thinks it's embarrassing and weak, and he often tries to shove away the need to feel small, the rest of his team are working on helping him feel less ashamed of this part of him, it helps with his mental health, it's nothing he needs to beat himself up over!

-The main things that make him slip are exhaustion and stress, if things get too much it's almost like his body shuts down and simply can't handle being big anymore

-He's only told VBS about this side of himself, though Ken has figured it out, Akito still hasn't realized he knows. Him and Ena are also both at a stalemate of "you've seen me while I'm small and you seemed okay with it but I'd rather die than tell you", neither knowing the other's a regressor too.

-Toya is his main caregiver, and he and Akito are still attached at the hip when he's like this, and when Toya's small too Aki works his hardest to be strong and tough for him, he's usually littler than him after all! The Street Sekai virtual singers, aside from Rin and Len, also tend to look after him, and very rarely will An and Kohane as well.

-Somewhat of a bratty little one, though nowhere to the extent of someone like Ena. He works his hardest to insist that he's a big kid, he doesn't need to be coddled, or any baby stuff like sippy cups or pacis! Deep inside he doesn't mind these things, and he's a bit clingy in reality as well (especially with Toya or Meiko, little guy can hardly bear to be without at least one of them), but it takes a lot for him to actually admit what he wants.

-Very active little one! Let him run around and play outside and he'll be very happy, especially if someone else plays with him! He also very much enjoys drawing and coloring as well, even if he doesn't do so as much while big.

-He still absolutely loves singing, doing so often, even without realizing it. While big he's a bit ashamed of how off his singing is while he's little, but he still has fun doing it! One day while the rest of VBS was little too, they ended up putting on an "event" for the virtual singers, very much worthy of a standing ovation!

-It's very rare to see him without Tsuki, a little plush fox that Toya got him. He'll never straight up say that the stuffy makes him feel safer and comfy, that'll make him seem like a baby! Tsuki just doesn't like being alone, yeah, that's it!

-When he's sleepy or extra small, he's oddly cuddly! He will cling to Toya and not let go, and Toya's slowly working to be able to pick him up!

#project sekai agere #akito shinonome #kohane azusawa #an shiraishi #toya aoyagi #vivid bad squad #ken shiraishi #ena shinonome #meiko vocaloid #mine ♡#enanan-mybeloved

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euphternal · 4 months

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HANG OOOOON CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A PT 2 TO DO FAMOUS READER AND JIMMY HC WHERE THE PUBLIC FIND OUT THEYRE DATING??? PLEASE

part two to pink sweetheart ᥫ᭡

epistle: HI ANON!!! ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY I'LL MAKE THIS <333

💗🍧🍥🌸🐇🩰🏩💌🎀

after you've won your first golden globe , for your most amazing performance in barbie 🩷 you have been trending on every type of social media platform . behind close doors , jimmy was unbelievably proud of you 🥹 privately taking you out for dinner or walking around the city late at night because of the restless nights of excitement that you can't believe you even thought of becoming a golden globes nominee 🥲

running it back to the night of the golden globes ... sweat glazing your hands , slicked back hair slowly picked apart from the anxiety comsuming you ... music coming an halt , everyone's heavy breathing echoed the room . " and the winner for the most outstanding acting ... y/n y/l/n , congratulations !! "

after hearing your name echoed through the arena , jaw dropped , eye wide open with adrenaline from shock . you walked your best over to the stage without making a fool of yourself ( as you usually would , because you're clumsy asf , jimmy found that really cute about you 🥹😭 ) .

you finally walked yourself onto the stage , with ( suprisingly with no help ) everyone having applause standing ovation for your most amazing , stunning and beautiful role you have ever done in your years of acting 🥹

" i just want to thank everyone who was included in this beautiful movie , the crew , my family , my friends & mostly to my beautiful boyfriend ... jimmy keene !! without my angel , i would of ever been featured in barbie as one of leading roles ... he's been there with me through thick and thin , to many more beautiful ups and downs to experience together , i love you lots , my ken !! i know you're watching this home right now sobbing , you're kenough babe 😭 , don't worry j , see you 5 minutes . you know i hate these kinds of events , mwahhh ! <33 "

after speed-running your speech into the 1 minute timer everyone is given if they won the golden globes award , everyone around you were continously giving you love , support and light and constantly congratulating you 🥹 . at this point all cameras were darted towards you , full blast shown on the big screen in the arena to dedicate your role in barbie <3

while the chaos was stirring up at the awards show , jimmy was in pure shock too with you winning the biggest award he could ever think of know to man . man he was jumping around in circles , tears streaming down his face from pure happiness , both of yours parents were acting the exact emotions too ...

your phone is on full blast from all of the calls and messages from everyone ... your phone is FUCKED 💀

EVERYONE on EVERY difference social media platform is absolutely flabbergasted with you winning the golden globes and the RELATIONSHIP REVEAL ... LIKE WHAT ??? ( jesus , im literally acting like a fan of their relationship too 😭💀 ) edits are already posted , fanfics are published , twitter and instagram is going absolutely going insane right now ... you especially is trending everywhere right now , now you two are even on the news the next day 😭 everyone is wanting to have an interview with you and jimmy .

slowly moving on , you made your way home with beyond excitement ... as you walked your way to your shared home with jimmy , no lights were on , nothing ...

you slowly unlocked the door to candles lit , petals leaving a scattered path towards the shared living room with open dining room . many bowls layed out , full to the brim with all assortments of your favourite meals n snacks , even the ones from your childhood too 🥹 jimmy sat on the white , wide-bridged sofa with your blankets waiting for you patiently , you didn't even have a second to gasp of air to breathe properly . he engulfed you into the biggest hug he has ever did in his life 💀

you literally just froze up , after it felt like an eternity from the massive bear hug ... he wouldn't slow down with his words from absolute pure happiness and proudness . " babe , breathe . this moment isn't stopping anytime soon ... what are you trying to say ? " after a quiet moment passed of calmness , he finally got his words out . after he explained his speech , both of yous were tearing up embracing each other in another long and very loving bear hug for what felt infinitely forever ...

🫧🎀

#pink sweetheart au 🎀#jimmy keene x fem!reader #jimmy keene x you #jimmy keene x reader #jimmy x reader #jimmy keene #black bird #apple tv

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The Best is Yet to Come, Chapter 27 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Wedding reception and wedding night.

Length: 5.1 K

Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Tommy, Sam, Clint, Avengers and guests.

Warnings: Minors, DNI - contains sexual content, more romantic than smutty.

Author notes: This is a mostly fluffy chapter.

<<Chapter 26

🎊 💃🎈

As they waited outside the barn for their cue to enter Bucky took Lacey's hand and kissed it.

"Thank you again," he said.

"For what?" she asked, puzzled.

"For not hitting me with the shovel while I lay on the garage floor," he said. "I had almost reached the end of my limit when I saw your brother leave the garage door open. I had been chased, shot, chilled by the swim to Staten Island, soaked by the rain, and had almost no energy left because I hadn't eaten in two days. Then you came into the garage, wearing only your pyjamas, grabbing that shovel and by the look on your face you were ready to use it. I just wanted it to be over."

"I wouldn't have," replied Lacey. "I was terrified, hoping you would just get up and run past me. Then you spoke, I saw your eyes, and I knew you wouldn't hurt me."

Bucky smiled, remembering that morning. "You offered me a hand up, put your arm around my waist, while I leaned on you," he said softly. "For such a small woman you had such strength. You still do."

"You can always lean on me, Bucky," she said, touching his face with her hand. "I'll lean on you when I need to as well."

"Always," he said, kissing the top of her head.

Sam rolled his eyes at the display. "So, what song are we using to enter?" he asked, in anticipation. "Something Motown, R & B?"

Bucky looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes. "Sam, you are looking at a woman who loves big band music as much as I do," he said. "She came up with the song and I loved it."

Sam looked at Lacey in confusion. "I looked after my grandpa while he was dying," she said. "He had so many LP records, Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin ... I could go on for hours. He wanted to hear them all before he died. When I first came here to the farm, I couldn't bring them with me, but Maria Hill offered to keep them in a safe place. She was as good as her word and they were delivered to me in Philadelphia a couple of months ago, along with all of my books."

"Okay, but what song?" he asked, almost in desperation.

Lacey laughed. "It's called Ain't That a Kick in the Head by Dean Martin," replied Lacey. "Bucky and I are going to do some choreographed moves to it. You and everyone else in the wedding party will be called in before us and can enjoy our performance like the wedding guests. Trust me, Sam, the lyrics fit our situation so well. Oh, and I promised Maria you would dance with her later. She kind of likes you."

Sam seemed taken aback by that, then a slow smile spread across his face. The cue was given, the other members of the bridal party came in, were introduced, and took their seats then the music started. The wedding guests never knew what hit them as Bucky and Lacey performed a dance to the lyrics and tempo of the song. Even Sam was blown away as he watched Bucky - stoic, grumpy, Bucky, dance like someone on Dancing with the Stars. When the song ended, and everyone was in a standing ovation, he clapped Bucky on the back.

"How long have you known how to dance like that?" he asked. "I never knew."

"1935, give or take a year," he replied. "Sam, I saw Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Count Basie ... all those legends, live in the clubs around New York. That's the music I danced to. I lived for swing dancing, jitterbug, and the Lindy hop. I listened to big band music all the time. When those records were delivered I was in nirvana. It was like rediscovering a part of me that had been buried."

Sam gave him a pound hug. "That's awesome," he said. "I take it most of the music tonight will be big band?"

"There will be some big band, some Motown, some R&B, some country...," Bucky's voice trailed off. "Something for everyone, I promise."

The caterers began serving the food, making sure Bucky and Tommy received extra. When the meal was almost finished the speeches and toasts were made. Some were funny and some brought tears. Clint Barton took the mike near the end of the speeches and looked out over everyone.

"Well, you all know where I live now," he said, then he looked at Fury. "So much for off the books. I don't mind. Lacey Chapman, sorry Lacey Barnes came to live with my family when she was a month pregnant with her son. This farm became her haven and during the Blip, she and her brother Terry took responsibility for it, keeping it going. I can never repay her enough for that, although this wedding is a start. Since Lacey first moved here and because her parents passed away I've kind of looked on her as my adult daughter. I can tell you that she is a strong, beautiful woman with a work ethic that doesn't quit."

He took a drink of his beer.

"Now Bucky Barnes," began Clint, "was once one of the most feared HYDRA operatives known to the intelligence community but it wasn't until Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Sam Wilson battled with him that his real identity became known. It took some time to rescue him and treat him, but now he's an Avenger where he belongs. Bucky is the type of man I want on my six, all the time. He's had his share of PTSD, but 70 years of torture can do that to a man. He's smart, well read, thorough and he steps up every time."

"What's your point?" asked Bucky, to some laughter.

Clint smiled. "There was a time I was furious with Bucky," he admitted, "when I thought he did something hurtful to Lacey and Tommy. I later realized he was trying to protect them and truly loved them so much he was willing to make himself look bad to keep them safe. That's the mark of a man who loves fully, completely, and deeply. There is no one else I could trust to look after Lacey and Tommy. I know that you will both make each other very happy. Here's to Lacey and Bucky, may you have many wonderful years together."

Everyone raised their glasses to Clint's toast. Nick Fury stood up next, took the mike, and looked at Bucky and Lacey. "I'm just up here to make a small announcement before the happy couple addresses you," he said. "As you know we have been rebuilding the compound for some time. We already have a main building with living quarters, briefing facilities, and meal services. I'm pleased to announce that our training facility has also been completed. It is comprised of a gymnasium, gun range, martial arts studio, archery range, and workout room. The adjacent armoury, where all weapons will be stored will be completed in two weeks. Having a training centre also meant we wanted someone with the knowledge and experience to oversee the training of team members, both Avengers and armed support. When we were going over the skill sets of the candidates for Chief Training Officer one name kept leaping out over all the others. The selection committee, comprised of myself, Colonel Rhodes, Clint Barton, and Sam Wilson, unanimously agreed the best candidate was James "Bucky" Barnes and he accepted the position, effective immediately, although for some reason he insisted he had to go on his honeymoon first."

For a fraction of a second there was no sound then everyone stood up for a standing ovation. Lacey looked proudly at Bucky and they kissed then both stood up to take the mike from a smiling Fury. He shook Bucky's hand and nodded his approval.

"You lied," said Sam. "You mentioned the training facility but didn't say the rest."

"I didn't lie," replied Bucky. "I just didn't say anything more. You lied too. You were on the selection committee and didn't say a word."

Sam laughed hilariously but he stood up and hugged his friend. Bucky waited for the noise to die down then he looked out over everyone.

"First, thank you to Clint and Laura for agreeing to host the wedding," he said. "It's already been memorable. Thank you Nick Fury for providing the accommodations for everyone. In a way it's been like a team retreat here. I've seen a lot of bonding which will translate into success on missions. As for the training officer announcement it won't be just physical work. There will be languages training, work on observational skills, stealth maneuvers, tactics, etc. I have 70 years of programming in my brain, that I'm eager to pass on because my goals are to make sure the team is always ready, always prepared for contingencies, and that everyone comes home alive and in one piece."

He leaned over and grabbed his drink, taking a sip.

"Like many of you I'm on call 24/7," he stated. "As training officer, I realized I have to be near the compound to provide my expertise as and when it is needed. A farm bordering the compound came up for sale and it will become our home, as soon as we return from our honeymoon. There are advantages to being so close to the compound. It's within easy commuting distance to Lacey's publisher in New York. I can run over or ride my motorcycle getting there quickly to deal with any emergency missions. I'll be back home every evening except when I'm on a mission. Being home will be of benefit in about eight months when Lacey gives birth to our second child as I plan to be a hands-on father in every way, something I was unable to do with my son Tom. Thank you to Lacey for forgiving me and agreeing to marry me. Thank you to Tom for letting me be a dad to you from now on. Finally, thank you all for coming to the wedding."

There was applause and whistles from everyone at the announcement and Bucky handed the mike back to Clint who looked with fondness at the couple before facing the guests.

"We're going to reset the tables, open the dance floor up, and get this party going," he said. "First dance is in about half an hour. If you can stay and move tables, we would appreciate it."

Many volunteered to help, and they soon had a large space cleared. The DJ was already set up and was just checking his lights. One of them up top wouldn't turn on and Peter webbed up to check the connections, coming back down once the light came on. Many of the guests stopped to congratulate them on Bucky's position and the pregnancy. Gradually, the steady stream of people slowed down and Bucky and Lacey were seated on the truck bed in the dusk, waiting for their first dance.

"After the first dance, and dancing with my "Dad" I'm going to go in and change into a shorter dress," said Lacey.

"Did you buy a new dress for the reception?" asked Bucky.

"No, this is one that Natasha bought me when I first went to Stark Tower," answered Lacey. "When Steve saw it he said you would have really liked it back in the day. You know, he said you were always looking for the right woman. I never got that impression from you when I first met you."

"That's because I always played it cool," replied Bucky, smirking. "I knew you were interesting once I saw your book and record collection, and by the time I left I wanted to stay because you touched my heart. When Steve told me about you getting pregnant I wanted to come back immediately but he relayed what you told him about me getting better first. I never thought then it would take almost ten years to get to this. It should have been a lot sooner. I'm sorry for that."

"Don't be," she said, grasping his hand. "Five years of that was the Blip. No one had control over that, and you needed to get yourself better first." She was quiet for a moment. "How long will you live?"

"I don't know," he replied truthfully. "Steve did age before he brought the shield back for Sam, but I don't know for sure how many years it took in his timeline. I think I look like I'm in my mid to late 30s right now. Are you worried I'll age slower than you?"

She was silent for a moment then nodded. "The first thing Sharon Carter said to me after the kidnapping was that I looked too old and worn out to be with you," she said. "I like to think I have pretty good self-esteem but her words hurt, they made me doubt myself. She hated me so much and just because you loved me instead of her."

Bucky took a deep breath. "You're beautiful, inside and out," he said. "Seeing you on the video calls with no makeup, hair all over the place, and your nose sunburnt from the sun exposure, all I could think of was why does this beautiful woman love me? When we're in bed together, your skin is so soft, and you body feels so good in my arms. I see the stretch marks you still have from Tommy's pregnancy, but I don't see them as flaws. I wish I had been here to see you full with our son, and smoothed lotion over those stretch marks to soothe you. If I do age slower then I guess people will wonder what kind of hold you have on me. I love you, only you, and no one looks as beautiful to me as you do."

He leaned over, grasping the side of her head in his hand and kissed her tenderly, then gently kissed her neck, sliding his shaved face along it. Lacey smiled appreciating the smoothness of his face. Bucky hopped off, put his hands on her waist and lifted her off, putting her on the ground lightly. Clint came to say they were ready for the first dance and Bucky led Lacey in to the middle of the floor. Just like their entry song this was a big band number, Frank Sinatra singing The Best Is Yet To Come. Even though it was a late 1950s song Bucky still loved the arrangement, saying it reminded him of music he danced to. He and Lacey danced over the entire floor, twirling, dipping, skipping and showing how it was done old school. It was something that people would talk about for years, how good of a dancer Bucky Barnes was. Lacey danced with Clint to a Tom Petty tune, Wildflowers, and he showed off his Texas Two Step dance moves, complete with twirls. After that the DJ played everything and most people were well satisfied with the playlist. Lacey went to the house with Laura for both to change into a shorter dress. She came out in the sky blue coloured lace dress that Natasha bought her when she was first at Stark Tower. As she came down the steps Sam and Bucky were doing shots, and Sam tapped him on the arm.

"I remember that dress," he said, as Bucky watched Lacey walking towards him. "I wanted to ask her out myself when I first saw her in it."

"Good thing you didn't," said Bucky as his face lit up when she got to him. "That is some dress. Steve was right. I love it."

She twirled around. "Enough to get back on the dance floor?" she asked.

He put his arm around her and escorted her to the floor. This Magic Moment by The Drifters was playing, and Bucky noticed Sam asked Maria to dance. He nudged Lacey.

"How long has she liked him?" he asked.

"Since she saw more of him at the compound once the first building opened," she replied. "She's a very nice person, you know."

He nodded then pointed out Terry and Sarah Wilson dancing. "How do you feel about that?" he asked. "She's very much like you. Very strong, opinionated at times but she has a warm heart."

"Well, he put his life on hold to move to the farm," replied Lacey. "I didn't like him when he was playing pro football but he's been a good man since he retired, and the Blip proved he steps up when he's needed. If he gets that coaching job with the Saints it will be nice for him to have someone to be with."

She noticed all the boys, Tommy, the Barton's two, and Sarah's two, were huddled together and she brought Bucky's attention to it. He looked at her with a curious expression and slowly danced their way closer to them.

"Hey guys, what's up?" he asked.

Tommy looked back at him. "We're writing down song titles that we want to dance to," he said. "So far, it's been mostly old people stuff. We can ask for some hip hop and other stuff we like, can't we?"

"Sure," replied Bucky. "Just remember it's a wedding so you can't have anything with swears in it or that goes too far. It has to be good enough for everyone to dance to if they want."

The boys considered his words for a moment, then Cooper, who was writing it down, crossed off a couple of songs. They huddled again and the couple left them there. Bucky slowly danced over to the DJ and beckoned him close, telling him some kids were going to submit a list of hip hop songs for them to dance to. He just asked that nothing too offensive be played and the DJ gave him a thumbs up. About ten minutes later, as he and Lacey took a breather, he saw Cooper submit their list and the DJ read over it. He nodded and offered Cooper a fist bump which satisfied him. Two songs later he played MC Hammer's U Can't Touch This and the boys were out there, dancing up a storm. To be fair, many adults stayed up to dance to it, laughing and joking as they showed the moves made famous in the video. Bucky just shook his head.

"That was a big hit?" he asked Lacey.

"It's a classic," she said, "from the 1980s. You want to go shake your booty, Grandpa?"

He kissed her. "No," was his answer but he did watch, glad that the younger set were enjoying themselves. Bucky did dance to YMCA and to Post Malone's Circles saying it had a good beat, almost a quick fox trot. They danced to many other songs, old and new. As the other guests were dancing modern style Bucky moved Lacey around the floor while in his arms. It was easier dancing in her short dress and Bucky took full advantage, turning her enough to make her dress swirl. After dancing to Van Morrison's Someone Like You Lacey put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You do surprise me sometimes," she said. "That was very romantic."

He made a big deal of looking at his Rolex and looked softly at her. "How much longer do you want to dance here?" he asked. "Personally, I'm ready to dance in private."

Lacey pulled his arm over and looked at the time. "I think we can do the bouquet toss and cake cutting now," she replied. "We can leave after. Do you know where Clint is taking us?"

"Nope," answered Bucky. "Just that he promised us complete privacy."

They both sought out Clint to say they wanted to get the cake cutting and bouquet toss done. He nodded and said he would make it happen. "Are you wearing a garter?" he asked. "For Bucky to toss to all the single men?"

Bucky looked at her, his eyebrows raised. "Yes, I am," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

Clint grinned and went off to get the activities set up. Ten minutes later Lacey was sitting in a chair with Bucky kneeling before her, grinning from ear to ear. All the single men were lined up behind him. Gently Bucky slid his hand up Lacey's thigh, making it seem like he was having a hard time finding the garter. She looked over at Tommy seeing he had his hands over his eyes, embarrassed while the other boys were laughing. Nodding over to Tommy she gave Bucky a look and he nodded, pulled the garter off and twirled it around his fingers before launching it behind him. It landed on Terry's hand as he used his wide receiver skills to jump up and grab it. Lacey tossed her bouquet next and it went through several hands before landing in a surprised Maria Hill's fingertips. The cake was brought out and they posed with a combat knife cutting into the cake before inserting it and cutting a piece for them to share. Gently Bucky fed a piece to Lacey, watching intently as she licked a piece of icing off his finger. Then she fed him a piece and watched just as intently as he kissed her fingertips. As she cut pieces for the guests he went to talk to Clint who took the mike making the announcement that the couple were leaving shortly. Most of the guests followed them out of the barn. Lacey hugged both Clint and Laura, then Tommy came up and she stroked his face, looking intently at him before he hugged her.

"We'll see you in the morning, okay?" she told him. "Did you have a good time?"

"It was fun," he replied, then Bucky came over and also received a hard hug. "I'm glad you're my Dad for real now."

"So am I, son," said Bucky, bending over and kissing Tommy on top of his head.

Other hugs and handshakes were shared before they finally got into the truck-bed of the now decorated old truck, covered in ribbons and balloons with Just Married painted on the rear window. Clint got behind the wheel and started driving slowly towards the highway as Bucky kissed Lacey passionately, the flashes from people's cell phone cameras lighting them up. Clint only drove a short distance on the highway, losing all the balloons in the process, then stopped at a gate after they crossed a bridge that went over a small creek. After unlocking the gate Clint pulled up to a small cabin where Bucky lifted Lacey down. They came around to the driver's side window.

"This is the tail end of the property," said Clint. "The creek pretty much cuts it off from the rest of it. I built the cabin to hold my arsenal but it was too far away for my liking so it's been used for storage since then. It's private, quiet, and we fixed it up for you as a wedding gift. Just text me when you're ready to be picked up."

"Clint," said Lacey, tears beginning to form, as she touched his arm. "Thank you for everything. For taking me in, treating me like one of your family, for this wedding ...."

"It's been my pleasure," he replied, then he looked at Bucky. "You do right by her."

"No argument here," said Bucky, shaking the other man's hand. "Clint, thanks."

He put the truck into gear and backed up to where he could turn around. Bucky and Lacey watched the truck drive away in the darkness before turning to each other. Picking her up easily in his arms Bucky carried her across the pathway to the door, which she opened. There was no electricity but the inside was lit with battery operated camping lanterns, and fairy lights. A large bed, in a brass frame, was against the far wall. Covered with several pillows and a quilt it looked soft and inviting. Bucky put Lacey down and closed the door behind him. A note on the nightstand explained there was enough water to wash up in the morning. A cooler held snacks and drinks. Lacey turned from reading the note and realized Bucky was watching her. She turned her back to him.

"Could you undo the top of my dress and pull the zipper down?" she asked.

Stepping close to her he bent his head to her neck, breathing gently on it as he undid the hook then slowly pulled the zipper down. Running his fingers down her back he kissed her neck softly, then he looked at her hair and pulled the pins of her updo out, gently fanning out her long blonde hair over her shoulders, before Lacey pulled her dress off. Bucky had already taken his tie off during the dancing and shrugged off his dress jacket, tossing it onto a chair. As Lacey undid his shirt buttons he caressed her head and shoulders before running his hands down her arms. Her fingertips ran over the muscles of his chest and down to his abdominals, before she put her hands on his waist and pulled him in close to her body.

"Dance with me," she whispered. "Like you would back in the day when you were seducing a woman."

He grinned, then licked his lips. "We're already half way there," he replied, in a low voice, that made Lacey warm inside.

His prosthetic arm encircled her and he took her other hand in his bringing it close between them. Lowering his head to hers he gently kissed the side of her head, as he made sure their hips were pressed closely together. Then, as they swayed, he whispered, loud enough for her to hear but soft enough that the air he breathed out as he spoke felt like a feather against her skin.

"Licence my roving hands, and let them go

Before, behind, between, above, below."

She turned her head up to ask him about what he had just said, and he kissed her, deeply and sensuously. Once again, she felt the warmth inside of her pool in her core and she pressed herself against him, wanting him in her. He pressed back and his artificial hand came up to her bra, undoing it quickly before spreading his fingers over her back.

"Shit," whispered Lacey. "That was one of your moves?"

"It's from a poem called "To His Mistress Going to Bed," said Bucky. "By John Donne. Those 17th century poets knew how to write erotica. The whole poem is basically asking her to striptease for him."

Lacey began to laugh. "I have a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing and I never heard of it," she said. "You're so much more well read than me."

It was his turn to laugh. "I just found things that furthered my agenda," he admitted. "Seductions, mostly, although I found other things I liked. College girls needed more literary encouragement."

Leaning her head against his chest Lacey was quiet for a moment. "Would I have been an object of seduction if you met me before the war?" she asked.

"At first, yes," he admitted. "But you have so much more to offer, and I felt it when you took me in. I would have done anything to keep our relationship going if I met you back then. If I met you during basic training, I would have married you on my week of leave before shipping out. Realistically, I never thought I would see you again after I stowed away on a cargo ship. I'm so glad we did."

"Me too," she replied, then she looked up at him. "Let's go to bed."

She stepped back, taking everything off. Pulling back the quilt she laid underneath it and watched with anticipation as he removed his clothing, getting in beside her. He was already hard, and she stroked him, remembering the first time she saw him nude. His size had frightened her at first, but he had been so gentle with her, allowing her body to adjust so that she could enjoy it. Even now, after they had lived together for several months, he still took the time to prepare her body to accept his. He lowered his head between her legs, put his mouth on her, exploring and teasing, while she ran her fingers through his hair. His fingers curled into her, searching out her pleasure centre, pressing it and sending her into waves of bliss. Then he added to it by massaging her pubic mound as he kissed her deeply and sensuously.

He left the bed briefly to get something out of the bag that had been brought earlier. Lacey saw it was lubricant and Bucky smoothed some over himself before positioning himself in between her knees again. She looked up at his face and became lost in his eyes, the bright blue irises with the large dark pupils boring into her with desire and love. The eyes of the father passed on to their son born out of a night of passion just like this. As he slowly entered her she gasped. They hadn't been together for almost a week and the result was this joining felt like that first one as he eased himself into her.

"You feel so good," he whispered, after he pulled out and thrust in again. "Just like the first time."

"So do you," she whispered back. "I love you so much."

He responded by kissing her again, deeply, languidly, and for a long time. "I have loved none but you," he finally replied, and Lacey smiled, recognizing it as coming from Jane Austen's Persuasion.

Maybe they didn't make men like Bucky anymore, or if they did they were camouflaging themselves under layers of manly behaviours and attitudes. But here, in the privacy of their marriage bed, Lacey had no doubt that they were meant to be together. The man of action, with an intellectual's soul paired with the writer who loved to get her hands dirty working on the farm. As he brought her to orgasm again before coming himself they cried out each other's name to the universe. They would be together, always. Home was each other and the family to come.

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