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ALL ABOUT THAT NOSE - DANIEL RICCIARDO

PAIRING: dad!daniel ricciardo x fem!mum!reader

WORDS: 1,9k+

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: baby's crying, max and lando being silly boys

Daniel Ricciardo was like a good wine - if he was getting older, he was looking better.

That was something that Y/N L/N knew too well. She had known Daniel since she was 16 years old.

The woman remembered too well the moment when they met. It was summer break before girl's second class in high school when the L/N family was in Perth to meet the wealthy aunt.

“Oh my, I'm so sorry” the young girl gasped, when she collided with a taller boy. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she was going to cry or she was just going to throw up, because she had gotten into a fight with her father, then ran away from aunt's house without phone and got lost in Perth.

“It's okay, no need to worry" was said in a cheerful voice. “I'm Daniel, by the way” a black haired boy said with a large smile on his face.

“My name is Y/N” “Then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N” he spoke, making L/N cry. “Why? What? No crying! Stop crying, please!” Daniel started calming her down due to the fact he had no idea what to do. “There's no need to cry, Y/N” he told her slowly but she started to cry even worse. “What happened?” he asked finally, after getting her to sit on a bench.

“I got lost,” she answered with a tiny voice. Daniel felt sorry for the girl.

“You're not from here, are you?” the boy questioned while getting a seat next to her. “No, I'm from Canberra actually” she said, making Ricciardo raise his eyebrow.

“From Canberra? Are you related to Mrs. Elodie Fanning?”

“Um, yes. She's my aunt” she told him, trying to wipe her tears.

“Great then! I live in a house next to her! I'll walk you there, Y/N” he announced, getting up from the bench.

“Thank you” she said and the boy only smiled at her. Next he trip over shoe laces and almost fell down.

“Ow, sorry, miss Y/N” he laughed and walked her home.

And after that day, they stayed in touch. For the rest of their lives.

Y/N was his biggest fan and supporter. She supported him in his rights and wrongs.

Daniel was also her biggest supporter and fan. He was for her every time, when she got a new role in some film or theatre play, same as her - she was trying her best to be at his every race or just watch them on TV.

It was pretty hard for her, because she wasn't so wealthy, her parents neither, but when aunt Eloide heard about her relationship with Ricciardo, she gave her some money for travelling.

And they were here, in the car on their way to the hospital.

“I know you can stand it for just a moment, love,” the man said, looking at his wife, who was holding her belly, where was the cause of her pain.

“Daniel, faster, because I'm about to give birth to him in this car, for fucks sake” she said and Ricciardo only pressed the gas pedal even harder. this car.

“We're here, little frog” he announced after two minutes, and quickly got out of his newest Ferrari.

“Don't call me like that!” she screamed.

He helped his beautiful woman get out of the car, and then walked her to the reception, where the nurses gave her a wheelchair and took her to the operating room, leaving Daniel alone.

“First kid?” asked one of the nurses, while the one was helping Y/N to breathe. “Yes, my husband is freaking out,” the woman answered. “He says all the time that Otto must have had my nose, because mine looks better than his. I'm hoping that it will be true either”

The nurses laughed, and then Y/N felt another cramp. They started to appear an hour ago, and then they were systematic, appearing every two minutes.

After ten hours of painful labour, Daniel could finally meet with his exhausted wife and sleepy son.

“You did so amazing, baby,” he said to the woman, before kissing her forehead. “I couldn't be more proud of you my love” Daniel added, watching her feeding the newborn baby.

“Thanks, Dan. He's like two hours old and yet he has your Ric Energy” she said with a tiny voice, making the man laugh.

“He's a Ricciardo, isn't he?”

“He is, definitely”

“He's such a beautiful boy,” said Anna, Y/N's mother, looking at her smiling grandson.

“He's my son, of course he's beautiful,” Daniel joked, making everyone in the living room laugh.

“It's mostly because he has got my nose, not his” was said by the actress, which made Ricciardo roll his brown eyes. “Don't even do that again, Daniel. It was you who wanted him to have my nose” she added and then took a seat on her husband's lap.

First time when Y/N and Daniel had shown up at the paddock was totally different than all the previous times, even if the woman had shown there with a pregnant belly.

“Where's the kid?” was said by Lando and Max and it was the first thing that the couple heard, when they entered the Red Bull's hospitality.

“At home, he's four weeks old, what did you expect?” Daniel asked with raised eyebrows.

“We wanted to meet him! Everyone wanted it!” Max answered, making the couple laugh. “It's not our fault, that you don't want anyone in your house since he was born”

“And that's why none of you is his godfather” Ricciardo said, making his friends go away.

“Don't talk to us ever again!” was screamed by Lando, which made Y/N laugh. “It's about you too, Y/N!” Max added.

“I love them,” the woman started, when they took seats on the couch in Daniel's room. “but they are more like our kids. I wouldn't let none of them to be Otto's godfather” “Me either, love”

“So who is the godfather?” Verstappen asked, while his and Norris' heads were sticking out of the door.

“Timothée” Dan said shortly and after that both drivers entered the room. “What?!” Lando and Max were shocked.

“What what? He's a nice guy after all, not like you two” Dan joked. He was laughing at his friends. They were cute actually.

“What about godmother? Who is she?”

“Oh, we don't know yet” Mrs. Ricciardo said, shrugging. “We'll tell you both, when we find an ideal person, don't worry” she announced and sent them kisses, which also did Daniel. “Now bye bye, you both are needed. Bye!” Ricciardo led them out the door and again sat near to his wife. In next three hours he gave an interview, that melted everyone's heart.

“Thank you, Y/N, for these amazing fifteen years that you spent with me. Thank you for your support and that you had never despaired in me. And then thank you for our son, who you just gave birth to a month ago, I couldn't be more proud of anyone in this world than you. I also wanted to thank you for saying yes to me twelve years ago. I loved you then, I love you right now, and I will love until my death. Thank you for everything” Daniel ended his monologue and started looking for his beloved wife, who was crying because of his words.

“I love you endlessly, Dan,” she whispered, when they hugged. “And I love you, dolly” he replied with his biggest and prettiest smile on face. “You're crying again” he laughed, starting wiping the tears. “Just like on the first day, right?” she joked. “Yep, just like then” he said, kissing her nose after. “I want to see all of these photos that they took. We should have one of them at home” the woman said quietly to his ear, making his smile even bigger. “Yes, we definitely should”

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f1 “(...) I loved you then, I love you right now, and I will love until my death. Thank you for everything”

That's just a short piece of @ danielricciardo's monologue. Watch it all on formula1.com.

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charles_leclerc My favourite couple on the grid!❤️

↑ charles_lecat omg charles this is soo cute!!!!

yourusername and i love him endlessly since i was sixteen and i will love him till death do us part.

↑ danielricciardo 🥲❤️

↑ danandyn @yourusermane ur both were made for each other 🥺🥺🥺

lewishamilton and I still remember this little danny who was asking everybody on the paddock if they had met his beautiful girlfriend in 2011

↑ f1wags NO WAY HE DID THAT

↑ dr3love omg hes too much😭😭😭

tchalamet my beloved parents idc

↑ tchalametdaily WELL HELLO THERE T

↑ liochalamet cant believe ur commenting on f1 post timo

landonorris I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART 💓 💓💓

↑ carlossainz55 Honestly same Lando😊

maxverstappen1 My favourite couple in the world, both deserve all the best ❤️‍🩹

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sebastianvettel Ahh my favourite people, deserve the best!💝

First time the Ricciardo family showed up at the paddock was during the Austin Grand Prix. Of course Daniel was dressed as a cowboy. He just loved that GP.

Even though he wasn't participating that year.

Otto was looking everywhere from his stroller. He was looking at his papa, who was wearing a big, unknown hat and smiling.

Little guy was only three months old and was not ready yet to see his father dressed like that, so he started to cry.

“No, no, no, sweetie, no crying” Y/N started, pulling her son from the stroller. She hugged him and told her husband to take off his cowboy hat. “You will dress as a cowboy for Halloween instead” she announced cradling the baby in her arms.

Otto finally stopped crying, when all of them went to Daniel's room and Y/N fed him.

“We will stay here, okay Dan?” she asked, looking at the man, who was singing his son lullaby, so he could fall asleep easier. “Everything for him” he whispered, putting the sleeping boy to his stroller. “Give me a kiss” he said walking to his wife. She stood up and when he was In Front of her, she placed a kiss on his lips. “I'm so lucky that I have you. If I didn't meet you, I wouldn't be me” he announced holding her in a thigh hug.

“I'm hearing Lando's coming” she said after a while, hearing Brit's footsteps. And yeah, she was so right, because like thirty seconds later a curly haired guy entered the room. He had rosy cheeks and a huge smile on his face.

“There's my favourite boy! And his parents” he said and hugged Y/N. “It's amazing to see you. You look so good and healthy, oh my!” Lando announced, making the woman blush because of the hormones. “And you look the same as last week” he said to Daniel, who only rolled his eyes.

He finally stepped in front of the boy and started to cry.

“He- Oh- He's so pretty” Lando said with his shaky voice and tears on his face. “I can't believe that Daniel is one of the creators of this miracle,” Norris said. “The little one is too perfect”

“Oh, Landon, don't cry” Y/N hugged the younger one and rubbed his back. “We know that he is the prettiest baby on the globe, we do. It's because he has my nose, not Daniel's”

“Hey!” Ricciardo delicately slapped his wife's back.

It was always about the nose.

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danielricciardo 3 months of having you on the world little one. 3 best months of my life❤️

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And I know it's hard enough to love me (But I woke up in a safe house)

pairing: vash the stampede x fem!reader warnings/tags: babygirl vash, Depressing Pillow Talk, slighty nsfw towards the end, sharing one bed trope, title taken from let's get married (MITSKI VERS) word count: ~4.2k

“My husband and I would like a room,” you say with a smile as you wrap your arms around Vash’s and lean into him. You feel his body startle at your touch, his gaze on top of your head as you play the part of the excited bride. You think he might pass out on you if you don’t get him to room, and fast. “We’re on our honeymoon.”

“In this shithole of a town?” The innkeeper asks with a raised eyebrow, looking from you to Vash, who only lets out a sheepish chuckle as he scratches the back of his head. Despite his sluggish breaths, his slow blinking gaze, and the red slowly staining his shirt.

You shrug, trying hard not to be impatient. “There are worse places.”

There are. You’ve survived them. Compared to the slums of December or September, this shabby, worn inn is paradise.

“Yer right ‘bout that,” he laughs, acquiescing, as he tosses a ring of keys into your hand and takes your pouch of money. Vash is slumped into you now, and you can tell he’s trying his hardest not to place the full weight of his body on you. To anyone else, it would look as if he was clinging to you, the picture of a loving couple.

“Cheers to the happy couple!” the man calls out, tipping his hat down as the two of you move to the stairs in front of you.

Vash grins brightly, and manages a cheery, polite, “Thank you!” as the two of you pass.

You can’t resist the huff of a laugh that escapes your lips as you make your way up the stairs, and then into the small, modest dust lined room.

Vash collapses on the bed with a sharp exhale, and you immediately move to take off his shirt but his hand stops you by the wrist before you can.

“Sleep,” he murmurs, eyelashes fluttering. His fingers tightens, just imperceptibly, (even on the brink of sleep, he’s overly conscious about his strength, you think). In a way, it feels like he’s wordlessly imploring you to stay. “Jus’ need sleep. Not gonn’ take long.”

You blink. His fingers loosen, and in a few seconds his breathing has evened out into steady breaths. You’re relieved. He’s already stopped bleeding. From the months you’ve traveled with him, known him, he’s healed quickly enough that any other person wouldn’t understand. You still don’t. Not fully. But you’ve never asked questions. And as long as he never asked you any questions, that was fine with you.

You stay on the bed, by his side for a few minutes, watching him. You take off his sunglasses and put them on the nightstand after wiping the blood off them. He’s an unusually pretty man. Too pretty for No Man’s Land. You trace his face with your eyes. The beauty mark right under his right eye to his parted pink lips. Then down to the rise and fall of his chest to the plates of the cybernetic prosthesis of his left arm.

Lost technology. Not many people had access to that kind of technology. Or the knowledge to build that arm, let alone repair it.

Standing, you give him one last glance, reload your revolver and tuck it into the holster at your side, before you leave in search of medical supplies to patch him up when he wakes. You scope out the town while at it. It’s small; a handful of residents armed to the teeth with guns, and even less children. There are pipes that run through the town that you assume are fed fresh water by a nearby plant. You locate a medical shop at the center of town.

You buy antiseptic, gauze, and a few other things, before making your way back to the inn. The innkeeper gives you a wink.

When you open the door to the room, Vash is awake.

The sound of his harsh breathing fills the air. His metal hand fisted into the sheets so tightly you think it might tear. You meet his frantic gaze, and almost immediately, he slumps in relief, eyes dropping to his lap.

You quietly shut the door. “Nightmare?”

Sometimes, in his sleep, you hear him call out for a woman named Rem.

He lets out a loud laugh. You pretend not to notice the shaky undertone of it. “I slept for longer than I thought!” His metallic hand curls and unfurls, catching on the dull light of the room. “I thought you…” he trails off, suddenly embarrassed. He looks away.

“I brought supplies.” You place the bag on the table, next to Vash’s nickel revolver. You turn back to him: “Strip.”

His arms immediately make a cross on his chest, as if he’s already stripped, face bright red.

“I can do it myself—!”

Vash the Stampede. The humanoid Typhoon. The Sixty Billion Double Dollar Man. The man you originally only followed after to collect the criminals who swarmed to him, like flies to corpses. The man who leaves a trail of calamity and disaster in his wake. The man who continuously, everyday, without fail, begged you to leave the criminals you captured alive. A constant enigma and a headache. A walking contradiction.

“I’ll leave the room,” you say. “Don’t take too long.”

You leave the room, leaning against the wall, and wait two minutes.

You open the door, and Vash jumps with a yelp, stripped to the waist, arms covering whatever he can manage.

Scars cover his entire torso, running all the way down his flesh arm to his hand. Deep scars, shallow scars, scars that have never entirely healed, leaving the skin dark pink and the flesh caved in. There are more scars than there is unblemished skin, missing chunks of skin replaced with metal plates and seams.

It's not a pretty sight, but you’ve never much cared for pretty.

His face is flushed. “I thought—”

“I lied.”

“!?”

You shut the door with your heel, and then grab the gauze and antiseptic. “Turn around.”

Wordlessly, he turns, ears reddening. You direct him to sit on the bed, and then you begin to apply the antiseptic. The two of you sit in silence. You, disinfecting his fresh wounds and wrapping his back, while you also ignore the way his body tenses at your touch, his pointedly straight gaze, the constant bob of his throat, as if he’s looking for the right words to say.

He reluctantly speaks up. “You’re…not hurt, are you?”

“I’m fine,” you reply. Just a few scrapes and a bruised arm from where you had landed wrong after trying to dodge multiple rounds of bullets from the latest batch of criminals that had schemed to capture the humanoid typhoon. After hauling them to the police, Vash hiding away, you had gained yourself a hefty paycheck before being run out of the city, a bleeding Vash in tow.

You’re nearly done. The wounds aren’t nearly as severe as they had been only a couple of hours ago. The skin has healed enough that it’s already forming a scar. You don’t know much about Vash the Stampede, but you know enough to understand that he isn’t human. Not completely.

But he smiles. He laughs. He detests the very violence that nurtured you. He likes pizza and donuts. He’s moved to tears almost as easily as he seems to get hurt. He’s good with children. They trust him. Children love him in a way they don’t you: pulling him down to their height, climbing him, leading him and all his long limbs along. The way he takes their words seriously, nodding with all the gravity of a legal proceeding as they talk about the weather, their favorite foods, the silly argument they got into with a sibling. He smiles, and when he turns that smile onto you, it makes you think of everything warm and how you had forgotten what it meant to be happy.

He may not be human, but he is. Everything good about humanity that had been lost and forsaken when mankind crashed onto this unforgiving, harsh planet.

You pull away, resisting the urge to press your fingers down on his skin, to trace the map of his scars and feel him shudder underneath you. He’s as warm as a furnace. The heat of his body stays with you. “How do you feel?”

He beams at you, one hand on his upper arm as he swings his arm around. “Perfect!”

You sigh. “Don’t push yourself now. Let me finish wrapping you.”

He retreats back to his original position, still smiling, all reservations about his partial nudity forgotten as he waits for you to finish.

Vash speaks. “You didn’t kill them.”

You glance up. You can only partially see his expression from your position behind him, but the pull of his lips is unmistakable. He’s smiling. And you don’t need to look at him to see it. That sweet smile of his that pulls at his eyes and softens his entire face.

Your hands still. You hadn’t killed them. The Archie Brothers, the two brothers infamous for targeting banks and other commercial properties, who had gotten wind of Vash being in the city and emptied hundreds of rounds into the bar the two of you had momentarily settled in for a quick drink. It’s not as if you could’ve killed them in the first place. Vash was nothing if not easygoing, but keeping the criminals you turned in for a paycheck alive was the one thing he firmly enforced. Going as far to shield their bodies with his own.

He’s so troublesome sometimes.

You want to ask if he would’ve let you in the first place. If you had a choice.

You force yourself to wind the bandage over his arm. “You must be rubbing off on me.”

Vash turns, faster than you anticipate, eyes wide. You can see the pale irises of his eyes. He’s delighted. “Really!?”

You blink, staring at him in silence. He goes red, jerking back, scuttling backwards with his hands like a crab until he reaches the end of the bed and then air. He falls back first, legs raised up in the air.

He sits up with a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. “I…I guess I got a little ahead of myself…”

“...pffft.”

He straightens just as you dissolve into full blown laughter. And when your laughter dies down he’s looking at you, eyes wide, like he’s seeing you for the first time. You clear your throat and look away, embarrassed. You don’t think you’ve ever laughed in front of him.

“...Something on my face?”

He jumps, frantically waving. “No, no. I just thought,” he hesitates. “You should laugh more.”

Something in your chest gives. You can’t stand it. Not when he looks at you like that. Eyes shining, lips curved softly, face animated like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered.

People like him aren’t supposed to survive No Man’s Land. They aren’t built to. But you’ve seen with your own eyes how capable Vash is. It didn’t take much to kill a man in these lawless lands, but you had never seen him miss his target. Your didn't need to take pride in your aim to know it was excellent. You just didn’t have the same consideration for criminals Vash did. A life or two wasn’t something you lost sleep over. Casualties happened. And if it was a criminal, then it was simply divine judgment.

You stand from the bed and walk towards the desk. You take a doughnut out of a brown paper bag and throw it to him.

“For me?” He exclaims, easily catching it, even though you had thrown it to him.

You don’t respond. He enthusiastically tears it in half, and offers you the bigger piece.

You shake your head, the quirk of your lips, fond. “I don’t like sweet things.”

“I see…” he says thoughtfully, as if he’s digesting the information. “That makes sense. You don’t normally eat…”

It strikes you that this is the most you’ve ever talked about yourself. You’re unusually talkative today, and he notices. You find that you don’t mind. It’s alarmingly easy to talk to him now.

In the handful of months you’ve been traveling together, you’ve learned that all the crimes attributed to him had been the work of his twin, a man called Million Knives. A man you had managed to steal a glimpse of only once before Vash had locked you in a closet before rushing away. You were still sore over that. Even though he retrieved you soon after, apologizing profusely, accepting your cold shoulder with grace. Until you couldn’t bear the way he trailed after you with a pathetically sad expression on his face, and told him to stop.

You never asked him for details. Of why his brother was terrorizing towns and cities, stealing plants and lives along the way. You’ve never pushed. You weren’t following the man to learn his life story. You were in it for the money.

Until one day, you realized he knew your exact bar order by heart. The kinds of alcohol you’d drink, and the kinds you wouldn’t touch. It was a small thing. But he looked so pleased when he placed the glass down, as he waited for you to drink it.

You knew his fear of you becoming potential collateral damage, but somewhere along the way you think you had grown on him. Somewhere along the nights listening to him cry out in his sleep for a woman named Rem, somewhere along watching the sliver of light heralding sunrise on the horizon together, somewhere in the silence in the dark of nights shared.

You think he’s grown on you too.

“Have you eaten?” He asks.

“Not hungry,” you reply, glancing out the window. Pitch black other than the glow of a single lone street lamp nearly a block down. “I’m going to sleep.” It wasn’t often you got to sleep on a bed, and you planned to make full use of it.

You go to the bathroom to wash up. When you walk out, Vash enters the room with a load of blankets. You look at him curiously.

“I asked the innkeeper for some blankets.” He laughs, recalling the conversation. “I said that my…” he trails off. “My…ah…wife…” Red paints his cheeks, and he looks away, raising the mound in his arms a bit higher to cover his face.

“...”

You watch as he makes his way to the other side of the room, keeping his gaze pointedly straight, and places the pile down.

“You’re sleeping on the floor?”

“That’s right!” Vash pats the floor a little too vigorously for your liking. “Just like usual!”

You look at the bed. It’s big enough for the two of you so you had assumed you’d be sharing it… You’ve never shared a bed together before, but you had no problems with it, not with Vash.

He darts into the bathroom quickly enough that you don’t have time to say anything else. You hear the water run, turn off the lights, and get underneath the covers.

Then you wait.

When he leaves the bathroom, he gingerly folds his red jacket and sets it down on the chair. You wait until he passes the bed to strike, grabbing him by the shirt, and hauling him down onto the bed.

He yelps, a surprised, high pitched, noise that tears out of his throat.

“We can share,” you say to him, his face inches apart from you. You can see his wide eyes, the bob of his throat working, pink lips parted as he stares at you, but your gaze is resolute.

And that’s that.

You figure that it might be easier for him to sleep if you aren’t facing him, so you turn to face the wall. You stare at the wall for ten minutes, waiting for him to settle into his side of the bed. Not even a faint rustle of the sheets. You wait a little longer. You can’t even hear him breathing.

You turn back around to face him and immediately he draws back even farther from his original position, on the tip of the bed where he’s precariously close to falling off.

A nervous chuckle. “I…”

“Sleep. I won’t say it again.” You study him, his slightly panicked expression, the grip of his metal hand fisted into the sheets. Oh. “Is it me?”

“N-nothing like that—!” He inches forward, just a little bit (still keeping his distance), puts his hand underneath the pillow, and squeezes his eyes tight. You watch him for a few seconds longer, specifically at the bead of sweat forming on the side of his temples. Your gaze drifts down, from the delicate slope of his nose to his lips.

You turn back around.

Silence settles in the room like a muffled blanket. You still can’t tell if he’s breathing or not, and for some reason, sleep doesn’t come to you as easily as it usually does. The bed is too soft.

You don’t know why you say it. Maybe it’s because you’re awake. Maybe it’s because you know Vash isn’t asleep.

“When I was a child, a plant saved me.”

A few heartbeats pass.

Vash’s voice is softly hesitant. It feels like something gentle and your stomach coils tight, as if in preparation for the inevitable recoil that always follows. “Were you sick?”

“I was.” The darkness reveals patterns in the wall, and your eyes go blurry with them. “The entire town was sick. Children were dying.” Religious fervor had taken ahold. Daily ritual acts of praying and calling out for salvation.

Taking you to your town’s plant when you were on the brink of death had been your mother’s first and final act of love. Afterwards, your mother often recounted in a drunken stupor that she was sure you were going to die. That it may have even been a mercy if you had. The plant cured you. Your mother was sure of it, the plant worshiping denizens of the town were sure of it. Nobody knew how. Nothing except for the fact that shortly after—

“The plant died the day after. I’ve never forgotten it.” You killed it. It was the first life you took.

It changed you. On a fundamental level. Something had happened to you on that day you can’t even remember. But that’s something you don’t think you can share. How sometimes, you don’t even need to dodge bullets.

That plant died, and now you are here, sharing a bed with a self proclaimed pacifist who refused to kill under any circumstances. A man who defied all logic and reasoning. A good man anyone would call misguided. A fool. An idealist.

In the end, lives would always demand sacrifice. It was either you, or them. It was kill, or be killed.

You don’t know what face he’s making behind you. Is he horrified to know that your life had ended before it started? That you were responsible for taking away the source of life for hundreds of people? That your existence was predicated on sacrifice and death before you even learned how to walk? You were at inherent odds with the idealism of pacifism. With him. Not out of choice, but because of circumstances out of your control.

Maybe a part of you wants him to hate you. Maybe a part of you is looking to be understood. But you thought that part of you had died long ago.

You shut your eyes, prepared to go to sleep.

Vash exhales. “I don’t…”

You open your eyes.

There’s a conviction in his voice you don’t understand. “You didn’t kill it.” You wonder how he can be so confident. “The plant saved you.” I know it did.

You face him once more. He’s closer than he was before, close enough to easily touch. “Sometimes,” you start, hating the way he’s smiling at you in a way that touches his eyes, framed in the pale moonlight. “You really make me mad.”

His jaw comically drops open. You watch as panic instantly overtakes his face until he realizes the lack of heat in your words. His lips push back together to form a pout. He says your name.

“Why is your brother stealing plants?”

Money. Power. Recognition. Those would seem to be the most likely answers, but you’ve seen the wreckage that Million Knives leaves in the wake of his destruction. It’s cruelty. It’s too calculated to be careless. It’s pure hatred. You can’t fathom a man like as Vash's brother. Twin brother.

But then that voice inside you speaks. Are you really any different?

Vash blinks, and then his face falls, gaze downcast. It feels odd to see him like this. You rarely catch him without a big, sheepish smile on his face nowadays, especially when he catches you looking at him, but you had seen him with a forlorn expression, shoulders slumped, in your early days of traveling together. When there were no children to demand a ride on his back, when the two of you momentarily passed an overcast shadow, in the darkness of the night when he thought nobody was looking.

You almost regret asking him in the first place. But he’s so close you can count his pale eyelashes, and you lose your train of thought.

“You could say it’s…” his mouth twists, “revenge.”

Revenge.

He’s not the first misanthrope in these lands. You think the occasional mass murderous thought, and you resist acting on it more often than you didn’t, the days before you met a blonde pacifist gunman. There’s only so much a human being can take.

You think of the kaleidoscope of scars that line his body. You only saw the ones on his upper body, but you don’t doubt the existence of countless others everywhere else.

It must’ve hurt. It must’ve been other people. People intent on capturing him. People who wanted to hurt him. You hate them all. Every single person that has permanently marked him a way that wasn’t theirs to do in the first place. You hate whoever severed his arm, whoever had repaid his kindness with violence.

Desire strikes you, hot and sudden. You want to count them all, trail your fingers over the heat of his body, the uneven layers of skin, and feel his breaths underneath you. You look at him, as his gaze lifts, remeeting your eyes, pleading for your understanding. Ball and chain to his brother. Shouldering the sins of family. You don’t understand it. Why he’s looking to you for acceptance, as if it’d even make a difference.

He is the only good thing in this harsh world, and you’ve found him.

“Maybe,” you tell him, as he hangs onto your every word. “We deserve it.”

You see the split second sadness weighing in his eyes, at your words, right before you curl your fingers into his shirt and pull him to your lips.

His eyes go wide, and something that sounds like a mixture of an exhale and gasp leaves his lips. You separate, your lips a hairbreadth away from his, as he stares at you.

“Is this okay?” You ask. If it wasn’t, you’d go back to sleep, and forget it ever happened in the first place. You made your move. It wasn’t reciprocated.

But then he nods, so vigorously that his blonde hair flops into his eyes.

You smile, and Vash lights up.

You kiss him again, drawing his face closer with your hand on his cheek. He complies with his entire body, closing the distance immediately, like if he can’t help himself. His lips are clumsy against yours, too eager, too desperate, wet and messy, as he pants into your mouth. Heat pools in your stomach, and you want more. You run your tongue over the seam of his lips, and he lets out a sigh of something that sounds reverently like your name against your mouth.

Then your tongue is in his mouth, and his flesh hand jumps. There’s a breathless, throaty whimper, the entire weight of his body pressing tight against you. So you can feel every part of him. How he’s willing to give you everything in the name of desire, of love. And when you pull away, his lips follow yours, spit slicked and swollen.

You easily lay him flat on his back as you move to straddle him. You kiss him again briefly, tenderly. Then you sit up and pull up his shirt, just enough to expose his torso. His metal fingers fist into the sheets when your finger goes to a scar of pink skin right about his hips, lightly following it to right below his chest.

He chokes with a shudder that wracks his body. You can feel him, heavy and hard pressing against you. The slight jump of his hips, barely restraining himself from rutting into you.

“It’s not…” Vash struggles with the words with heaving breaths, face bright red, embarrassment splayed out. He looks to the side. “A pretty sight.”

You think of heated irons and blistering pain. Thousands of blades slicing you open, needles penetrating flesh, blind white heat enveloping your body, and the mindless oblivion that would follow.

You realize you’ve been silent a beat too long when Vash looks like he’s preparing for your inevitable rejection.

“I’ve got scars too,” you say, finally. Quietly. You take his mechanical hand in yours and slowly slide him up underneath your shirt. “You want to see?”

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #vash imagines #m.trigun

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nightskyslayer2 · 1 year

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Aegon being extremely jealous because of Jaces obvious crush on his wife, showing her and their nephew she is his and his only.

Aegon x sister!wife!reader x Jacaerys SMUT

Part I (Part II)

It was a beautiful spring morning in kingslanding. A warm breeze flowing in the shared chambers of y/n and Aegon through the open windows. The princesses white hair gently flew in the wind as she sat at the table, quietly reading a book in peace as she had a few more minutes before breakfast would be served.

Y/n turned to the next page of her novel when suddenly the doors of the chamber opened with a loud noise. The poor girl jumped in her seat and got so scared, she almost fell off her chair. She cussed under her breath but relaxed as soon as she saw her dear brother and husband in front of her. “Gods, Aegon!”

Aegon chuckled, clearly amused by y/ns silly and anxious behaviour. “What?” he laughed warmly “am I not allowed to enter my own chambers anymore?” His cocky smile made y/n roll her eyes but she couldn’t help but laugh too. “You stomped in here as if I was in danger” she giggled and closed her book, standing up to greet her husband properly. Her brother still had this stupid grin on his face but it turned into a loving smile as soon as the princess reached up to kiss his cheek. His hands slung around her waist as he kissed her cheek - or rather the corner of her mouth - too. Y/n giggled in his arms, her head now resting against his chest, enjoying the tight embrace of his and breathing in his comforting scent. Aegon smiled down at his dear wife with loving eyes but it didn’t take long for the prince to find something to disturb this peaceful moment.

His gaze caught the eye of the big orange bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. Usually Aegon didn’t pay much attention to the decorations in their room, he couldn’t care less, but a bouquet as bright and as big as this one he surely would had taken notice of. It hadn’t been there yesterday.

His eyebrows furrowed in concern and he gently pushed his wife away from his chest. “Who gifted you these flowers y/n?” Aegon said while walking up to the colourful bouquet on the table. “There’s someone in the castle sending my wife flowers?- and you tolerate it?” He said as he took them out of the vase already devoted and ready to throw them out the open window. “No!” y/n stopped her brother by grabbing his underarm. “They are from Jacaerys.” She confessed but instantly regretted her honesty. “Jacaerys?!” He said out loud. “Jacaerys is sending you flowers??!” His tone was getting louder and more offending. “what on earth does this little bastard think he’s doing?” Aegon forcefully threw the bouquet onto the table and turned his body in rush, ready to stomp off in anger.

“Aegon please… Jacaerys was just being nice.” Y/n pleaded him to stay calm. “Being nice.” He scoffed. “Being nice to a wedded woman. My woman... He lost his mind” Aegon was in rage but y/n on the other hand had learned to stay calm and gently cupped his heated face.

“No, you’re about to loose your mind dear husband. Our nephew is no threat to us. He’ll never be. Don’t you worry” Her words and eyes full of love made him actually calm down a bit. “It’s not you I’m worried about in the first place” he said with some sadness and annoyance in his tone “he wants you y/n… you know he does. He always did… since we were children.”

Aegon was so protective over her. This man was constantly worried and scared she’ll leave him just like everybody else. Always anxious someone better than him will steal her away. He knew he had some complications and a concerning past but y/n change him. He was trying so hard to be better for her because in his opinion his sister only deserved the best. He still oh so often struggled with his feelings and the pressure he felt by others but y/n loved every fibre of his being.

“So? Jacaerys doesn’t matter. Who’s hand am I holding under the tables? Who’s arms am I sleeping in every night?” the young princess started to caress his cheek, showing him that there’s no other man she’ll ever be interested in and that there’s no reason to be worried about her or their nephew. “And whom did I swear loyalty to in front of the seven?” she paused, looking up at his softening lilac eyes. “Who’s child am I with?”

Aegon smiled at her last comment, never had he doubted at any chance given that y/n had laid with any other man than him. He gently placed his hand onto her stomach, the news she had told him a few moons ago were the best he had ever received. His heart ached with love at the thought of a little heir growing inside his beautiful y/n. His sister then slowly put her own hand over his, grinning up at him in true devotion and excitement.

But Aegons smile didn’t stay long on his lips. It dropped as soon as he had glanced over at the flowers again. He was staring at them for a few seconds, then returned to look into y/ns confused big eyes. “I still don’t like them.” he said dryly and the princess laughed at her silly husband. She kissed Aegons cheek sweetly before she hugged him yet again. “Orange? Awful choice he made.”

Shortly after, a maid had knocked and informed the couple that the family will be having breakfast in the gardens for the sake of their old king and father and the warm spring breeze this morning. To y/ns surprise Aegon contained himself very well, as it was now the first time he had seen Jacaerys again after the whole flower debate going on. He maybe was glaring at him every now and then but that was it. Aegon was trying really hard to focus on y/ns words she had told him earlier and just ignore him for the better.

Y/n was talking and laughing with her sister Helaena, sitting opposite of her, when Aegon noticed that their oldest nephew had been blushing and looking over at his wife for longer than his liking would allow him to. Aegon couldn’t help himself but scoff out loud in annoyance. Y/ns hair was gently laying on her back and over her shoulders, giving Jacaerys full view of her neck and cleavage. The princess could sense Jaces’ staring too but decided to send the brown haired boy a smile for appreciation before turning to her sister again.

That’s when Aegon couldn’t stand his nephews thirsting anymore. He abruptly stood up with plates and cups slightly shaking and held out his hand for y/n to take it. “Care to take a walk with me through the botanic gardens dear wife?” He stretched out the word ‘wife’ so hard it made their brother Aemond chuckle in his seat in amusement. Of course not only y/n and Aegon knew of Jacaerys crush on her. The poor boy was quite obvious to say the least and almost the whole red keep could connect the little puzzle pieces flying around.

Aegon linked his arm with his sisters and y/n and him disappeared around the corner. As soon as they were out of sight Aegon pushed her against a tree. Not too forcefully, as he knew there’d be a great possibility of y/n being with child, but also not quite gentle.

Y/n looked back at her husband in shock. Has he lost his mind now? But before she could say anything her brother pressed himself against her, trapping her between his body and the tree, slowly leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You’re mine.” He claimed. “You said it yourself but then you innocently smile at him…” her brothers fingers closed tightly on her hair and he warningly yanked her head back. “… as if you didn’t know about our nephews intentions to fuck you”. Y/n accidentally moaned at his action which drew a big sly smirk on Aegons lips. He hummed in her neck as he now hectically fumbled around with her dress in a hurry. He’d never admit it but he loved that stupidly innocent face expression of hers. It made him want to fuck any last sense out of her. His hungry eyes were looking down at y/ns pleading face. Little did he know how much she loved her brothers roughness whenever he got all angry and jealous.

But of course, Y/n knew better than to provoke him. When they were younger she often intended to and teased him on purpose but it didn’t quite end well. Not for the involved men and not for her nor Aegons own health. He had fucked his sister stupid for days, y/n secretly enjoying it but him on the other hand secretly suffering because the kind of neglect he experienced through it was all too familiar with him. He needed insurance and safety and it broke him to see his sister doing things like that just for fun. Luckily y/n had realised this as they grew older but to be fair, this time she truly just had smiled at Jace in matter of being nice and to end his staring. But apparently Aegons boiling blood because of their nephews behaviour had happened to spill over today.

it completely spilled

He had enough. Y/n was his. And he wanted to take her. No, he was going to take her. He was going to show her what smiling at other men would do. And especially he wanted to make himself feel better and more powerful and previlaged as their pathetic nephew Jacaerys, because he and only he could fuck his dear wife at anytime he wanted.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon imagine #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x reader smut #jacaerys valaryon x you #jacaerys strong x reader #jacaerys valaryon x reader

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vsnyarbll · 1 year

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A Targaryen prince is a heavy burden pt4

atpiahb masterlist, part1, part2, part3, part4, part5

main masterlist

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader

words: 5.212

summary: right after part 3

warning: 18+, smut, explicit language, love triangle, cheating

a/n: English is not my native language. / I apologize for taking so long for the new chapter. I don't have much time to write right now. / I am not very experienced in writing smut.

With nowhere and no one to go in the castle, y/n found herself back in front of the same room.

Her husband's brother's room.

For several minutes she reached for the doorknob and pulled it back. Several times she thought of making a fist and knocking on the door, but she stopped.

She could have gone back to her room. She could have curled up next to her husband and fallen asleep without saying a word, as she had for weeks.

But she didn't want to go back. She didn't want to see Aemond's face or even feel his presence.

She would prefer to curl up on the doorstep and sleep right there.

She started to walk back and forth in front of the door, as she had done a few other times.

What could she lose?

She could lose so much.

Ever since she had married, she had always come to Prince Aegon's room. They would chat and laugh, and then she would go to her chambers.

But this time, she knew something was different. She could feel it in every cell of her body.

y/n took a deep breath and calmed herself. She was about to clench her hand into a fist again and knock on the door when it opened.

Aegon looked at her with surprised eyes. "Lady y/n?"

"Hello," she said. "Were you going out? I won't disturb you," she said and immediately stepped backward.

Aegon answered immediately. He didn't want her to leave. "No, I wasn't. I noticed someone standing outside my door for about fifteen minutes, and I thought that person came to kill me," he said, trying to break the tense atmosphere.

y/n smiled. "I don't think someone who comes to kill you would linger that long."

Aegon smiled too, and they stood awkwardly at the door.

Aegon glanced over her shoulder at the window in the hallway.

The night was dark, and the stars were shining. The moon was leaving the beauty of the stars behind. But y/n outshone them all. The only sight he wanted to watch was the woman standing with him.

y/n looked around the room as much as Aegon's body would allow her to see.

His bed was as unmade as ever, but his room looked tidy.

"Is something wrong?" he asked finally.

"No. I guess. I just wondered how you were," y/n said, speaking without thinking. Why would someone knock on someone's door in the middle of the night to find out how they are?

"I'm fine."

He brought his eyes to the girl who stubbornly avoided his gaze. "Are you all right?"

"I guess I am."

"That's not a good enough answer, y/n."

She sighed. "Aemond is hiding something. And he is not telling me what it is. He makes me so uneasy all the time."

"I see," he said shortly. He hated talking about Aemond with her. y/n's naivety aside, her brother's constant uncertainty drove him crazy.

Whenever the subject of Aemond came up when they were together, he tried to shut it down as quickly as possible. He knew y/n had no one to talk to and wanted to talk about Aemond, but he had always chosen to be selfish about it.

"Do you want to come in? Let's not stand here." Please come in, he thought.

y/n nodded and followed Aegon into the room.

She closed the door and locked it. Aegon was making his bed when the lock clicked. He looked at her with curious eyes.

"It would not be right for one of your maids to see me here. I cannot bear another rumor."

Aegon nodded and went back to smoothing the covers of his bed.

y/n took off her robe and threw it on the armchair.

She walked to the window, picking up a random book from the table she passed.

Aegon felt his heart almost stop as he saw the leather-bound notebook in her hand. He threw the pillow haphazardly on the bed and ran towards her.

y/n didn't let him have the book and tightened her fingers around it.

"What is the book about, Aegon? What kind of books does our prince read?"

Aegon smiled nervously. "That's the point. What you are holding in your hands is not a book."

"Oh, I see. You give me more reason not to give it to you."

It would not have been pleasant for her to read the notebook in which he had written down every thought about her and how he desired her.

Aegon had even tried to write poetry a few times, but as he expected, it had failed.

y/n was like that. She made him want to write poetry for her.

He wanted to put everything about her into lines of poems.

"y/n, please," he said.

y/n grinned. She wasn't going to look in the notebook anyway. But she liked teasing Aegon.

"Do you draw, too?"

'Do you draw too?' Aemond was drawing? he thought.

Aegon shook his head and reached for the notebook, wrapping his fingers around hers.

"Your diary then? Your brothel diary?"

Aegon squeezed her fingers tighter. "No, and no. Will you give it to me now?"

y/n gave in and let Aegon take the notebook.

She could have teased him for hours, but the feel of his hands on hers sent butterflies in her stomach that she hadn't felt in months.

She let herself sink into one of the armchairs. "What is the brothel like? As you know, I have no one to ask, but I've always wondered."

Aegon's lips formed a straight line. "It's not that fancy. Think of it as a place full of people pretending to be in love with you because you're a prince and you have money," he said and sat down next to her, putting the notebook away from her. He put his feet up on the table in front of the armchair.

y/n found Aegon's sadness funny. She'd never seen anyone upset about going to a brothel.

"Oh, my poor prince. Does it upset you when they pretend to be in love with you?"

'My prince.' Aegon's heart raced. He felt like a fool. How could a word she had used so casually have made such an impression on him?

"Don't joke, y/n. It even affects my performance," he said and laughed under his breath.

She laughed too. "You poor thing. I'm sure one of them must have fallen in love with your silver locks. Or your smile, your sense of humor, and violet eyes that scream that you come from far away."

y/n gasped as she realized what she had said, and Aegon swallowed hard, blushing slightly at how quickly she had listed his likable qualities.

"Maybe I should go back to my chambers."

Aegon raised his eyes to her lips. "Why would you go?"

y/n pulled her head back nervously. "Why? I have to stay away from my husband's brother. They're right."

Aegon looked away. For her, he would always be her husband's brother.

He was not Prince Aegon to her, not Crown Prince Aegon, not even her friend Aegon.

He was always her husband's brother.

"The same goes for your husband, doesn't it?"

y/n put her hand on Aegon's shoulder. "I suppose so."

She took his chin in her other hand and turned his face to hers. They both looked at each other's lips.

"y/n, if we do anything now, I will regret it for the rest of my life. And so will you." He wouldn't regret it, but her regret would ruin him.

"No, I won't regret it."

Aegon released his chin from her grasp and gently removed his hand from her shoulder.

"Tell me something," she said.

"I like spending time with you."

y/n kept looking at his lips. "I like spending time with you, too."

Aegon spoke, not caring how inappropriate his words might be. "I think your parents married you off to the wrong brother. My father was hungry for your family's support, and I'm sure he would have agreed to marry you off to his heir. And your parents would have been happier with their arrangement."

y/n averted her eyes. "If I had married you, would things have been the way they are now? Perhaps you are drawn to me because I am forbidden. If we were married, would you stop going to brothels? Would you carry me around as your wife and not even look at me in our chambers?"

Aegon's eyes widened in astonishment. "You're not aware of anything."

y/n became angry. "I know nothing. And no one is willing to tell me anything. If the only problem is that I'm not aware of things, why don't you enlighten me?" she asked in an angry, mocking tone.

"If I could, I would have told you by now."

"Aegon! I hate you and your brother. You're both so stupid!"

Aegon laughed. "It may be the only thing we have in common."

y/n didn't laugh, and she kept her angry stare.

Aegon made a foolish suggestion to deflect and relieve the tension. "How about I take you to the brothel one day?"

"I don't know which Westeros you live in, but in the Westeros, I live in, a lady going to a brothel is frowned upon."

Aegon smiled. He threw his head back and leaned back against the seat. "I thought 'fuck people' was our way of life."

y/n squinted at him. "To dishonor Aemond? Yes. To go to a brothel? No. I can't even leave the castle."

Aegon straightened up in his seat and lowered his legs from the table. His face lit up at the idea coming into his mind. "How about I get you out of the castle?"

y/n looked at him curiously. "Where would we go?"

"We'll go to the city! Trust me, I can give you the happiest day of your life!"

The girl looked around, unsure. "But what if someone sees us?"

"We'll disguise ourselves! We'll hide under cloaks. I'm sure nothing will happen."

"I don't think a cloak will be enough to hide you. I'm sure the small folk and your buddies from Flea Bottom will recognize you anyway."

Aegon laughed. "Dear y/n, I don't hide behind clothes when I'm going into the city, so no one can think I'm the one hiding."

y/n covered her face with her hands. "I wish I had been born a Targaryen prince. No matter how immoral you behave, no one seems to mind."

Aegon stood up. "Believe me, everyone minds. I've just learned to close my ears to them."

He held out his hand to her. "Are you coming?"

"Right now? Today?"

"It couldn't be a better day, y/n. You're away from your clingy husband, and if he hasn't come looking for you by now, he won't come looking for you now."

"Fine," she said, unsure. "But if anyone sees us, I'll tell them you kidnapped me and forced me out of the castle."

Aegon laughed. "Fair enough."

y/n took Aegon's hand and stood up. Aegon pulled her gently towards him.

She put her other hand on his chest. "Aegon..."

"y/n."

She kept her head down and hid her gaze, but Aegon held her chin with his index and thumb and lifted her head.

y/n looked up at him with a warm look in her eyes.

Aegon began stroking her chin with his thumb.

"You... You are everything."

She took a deep breath. "Aegon..." she said prayerfully. y/n wanted to say his name over and over. She wanted his name to be the only word that left her lips. May the gods forgive her that she could readily put him in their place.

They stood so close together. The only barrier between them was their clasped hands. Aegon held her hand so tightly that he would never let go again.

y/n lowered her eyes to his lips.

Aegon brought his hand from her chin to the side of her head and brought her face closer to his.

"If I kiss you, will you regret it?"

y/n felt her ears grow hot, her face aflame. "Would you regret it?"

"Never," Aegon said instantly.

y/n felt her eyelashes heavy with desire. But the excitement Aegon felt was beyond his desires.

The fact that he was so close to y/n and knowing she desired him was above everything else.

"What are you waiting for?" asked y/n, wanting to feel his lips on hers.

"Your consent."

y/n thought. She had always known this day would come.

Everyone knew. Aegon knew. Aemond knew. That's why he had always been so impulsive with Aegon. That's why he hated her spending time with him.

"Please... Please do something," she said. She was desperate for the slightest interaction.

Aegon looked at her face one last time before he leaned down to her lips.

Her soft lips felt so good against his own. They were smoother and fuller than his.

y/n parted her lips and let Aegon take control. Aegon started kissing her like a starving man.

He dipped his hand into her hair. y/n felt her knees weaken as his fingers began to stroke her head.

y/n squeezed her hand on Aegon's torso and took the fabric of his shirt in her fist.

Slowly Aegon broke their kiss and placed one last kiss on her lips before pulling his head back.

Their hands were still locked together. Aegon had wrapped his other hand around her arm.

They smiled at each other.

"I think we'll have to put off going into the city for another time."

Aegon chuckled. "If that is what you wish, my lady."

There was a brief moment of awkwardness between them, and they stood in silence, looking at each other.

y/n rose on her tiptoes and kissed Aegon again. This time both of her hands clasped behind his neck.

Aegon slowly reached behind her nightgown and began to unbutton it.

When he had undone the last button, the one in the center of her back, he pulled his head back again.

"Are you sure?"

y/n nodded and pressed her lips to his again.

Aegon took her by the arms and pulled her to the front of the bed without breaking their kiss.

He started pulling down her nightgown and withdrew.

y/n shivered when he pulled the nightgown down enough to expose her collarbones.

He pulled down even more to expose the tops of her breasts and finally lowered the nightgown to her stomach.

He began to watch her body intently.

y/n felt herself blushing under Aegon's heavy gaze.

"You are so beautiful."

y/n smiled shyly.

He then helped her to remove her nightgown. y/n grabbed his outstretched arm and got rid of it.

She wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off.

His torso wasn't as muscular as Aemond's. He didn't train as much as he did. And because of the alcohol he drank, his stomach was flat, and he even had a little belly.

His shoulders were as broad as Aemond's. His arms were shadowed, with just enough muscle to make him look strong.

She ran her hands down his arms.

Aegon watched y/n's reactions without blinking, watched her watch his body, watched her run her hands over his body.

When she reached for the button on his pants, Aegon pushed her back slightly, making her lie on the bed.

He climbed on top of her and propped himself up on his elbows.

When they put their lips together again, he balanced himself on one arm and moved his other hand around her body.

Aegon didn't want to leave a single place untouched, unkissed. He ran his hand over y/n's breasts and then placed his hand on the curve of her waist.

He lowered his lips to her neck and began to leave wet kisses.

y/n was on the verge of losing her mind. She could feel the intensity of emotion and desire in his kisses.

He moved his hand from her waist to her breast and squeezed it, causing y/n to moan.

Then he moved his lips from her neck to her collarbones. Aegon wanted to leave a trace of himself on her neck and shoulders, everywhere he could reach.

He sucked her skin until it was red. But he also left her little kisses that screamed "I love you."

Without lingering any longer, he came to her breasts.

y/n's breathing was getting faster and faster. She let out little whimpers that drove Aegon crazy.

When Aegon's lips met her right nipple, she arched her back. Aegon smiled at her reaction.

He started rolling her nipple with one hand. And he brought his lips further down her body.

y/n felt every part of her burn where Aegon's hand had touched her. She wanted more. She craved more.

Aegon slowly moved down as he left open-mouthed kisses on her stomach.

As he settled between her thighs, y/n did something she would never have done so straightforwardly if she hadn't felt that much pleasure: she spread her legs further apart for the man between her thighs.

He ran his fingers over her slit several times. Aegon parted her folds with his fingers and dropped a kiss on her clit.

"Aegon." she moaned his name.

Aegon felt himself getting harder in his pants as if that were possible.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck slowly.

"Aegon," she moaned again, her voice breathless.

y/n realized that if he kept doing this, she would reach her climax soon. She grabbed his head and lifted it. She wanted to cum with him.

y/n felt herself blushing even more now that their eyes met. Aegon looked at the pink and soon-to-be purple marks left behind as he looked up at her, and he couldn't hide his smile.

"Aegon, please don't linger."

"I'm not lingering, y/n. I'm trying to make you feel good."

y/n smiled. "I know. But all I want is to feel you inside me."

If Aegon hadn't stopped himself, he would have almost moaned.

He got up from the bed and untied his pants. He quickly took it off. Then he didn't hesitate to pull down his underwear.

y/n gasped at the sight. He was thick and long. The head of his cock was red and seemed to be throbbing.

She sat on the bed and moved closer to Aegon.

She ran her fingers up and down his cock.

She squeezed her thighs, wanting to wrap her lips around his cock and run her tongue over the vein at the base.

y/n ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, and Aegon grabbed one of the bedposts and closed his eyes tightly.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to cum."

She giggled. "Would that be so bad?"

Aegon opened his eyes and looked at the girl sitting on his bed. "If I have other plans for it, yes."

y/n sat up on her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders. "What plans?"

"I can cum inside you, for example."

She pretended to think. "Or in my mouth."

Aegon took another deep breath. "Another time, I promise."

She grinned. "Another time... So you want to keep it going?"

Aegon pressed a kiss to her lips. "As long as you want to."

y/n pressed their lips together and pulled him to her.

They found themselves in the same position on the bed again.

Aegon moved his index finger to her entrance. He stroked it a few times and carefully began to push his finger in.

y/n closed her eyes at the slight pressure of his finger at her entrance and waited for him to put his finger completely.

She had never felt anything like Aegon's finger, even though she had fingered and imagined herself in this situation whenever she could.

It was something else between them, not obligation, not duty. It was pure pleasure.

Aegon moved his finger a few more times, then withdrew it and quickly sucked on it.

"I can't believe you didn't let me."

"Another time, I promise."

Aegon chuckled. "Remember your promise."

She nodded and watched Aegon's movements. He pumped his cock several times and spread his precum over his cock.

y/n bit her lip at the sight of him.

Aegon raised his head and looked at her. "You're ready. Are you sure you want to do it?"

She nodded. "Yes, I do. I want you, Aegon."

Aegon stroked the inside of her thigh with his left hand.

She moaned as the tip of his cock entered her. Aegon waited a moment for her to adjust, but y/n was impatient.

She didn't want it to be slow or gentle. There was no point in being slow if the desire that burned them both was coming true.

y/n lifted her head from the pillow. "Aegon, please..."

Just saying his name was enough to make him do anything she wanted.

He carefully pushed the rest of his cock.

Then he started to move back and forth. And he leaned over y/n's face.

They were both moaning into each other's mouths, their breaths mingled together.

Aegon wrapped one of her legs around his waist for a better angle and squeezed it.

y/n could no longer keep her eyes open and closed them tightly.

She wanted to look into Aegon's eyes. But she couldn't find the strength to keep them open.

Aegon watched her face intently to not to miss any of her gestures.

He watched as she frowned with pleasure and kept her mouth slightly open.

Sometimes she ran her hands along his arms. Sometimes she held the sheet tightly and wrapped her legs tighter around him.

Then Aegon felt embarrassed by the pressure in his stomach.He couldn't remember ever reaching his climax so fast. Even in his first time, it took longer.

"y/n. I'm close."

y/n opened her eyes slightly and looked up at him. "I'm close too," she said, barely speaking.

Aegon quickened his moves and brought his hand from her leg to between their bodies, and began to draw circles on her clit. "Come with me."

The three-word command was enough to make y/n cum instantly.

Aegon came right after her. He slowly pulled out of her, thinking she might be sensitive.

He threw himself onto the bed next to her. Their breasts rose and fell rapidly.

y/n turned towards Aegon and placed a hand on his chest.

Her hand was right over his heart, and she could feel how fast his heart was beating.

At that point, even Aegon didn't know whether his heart was beating so fast because he had just come or because he was so excited to have y/n with him.

He put his free arm around her and turned her towards him. Then he hugged her tightly.

Now she was lying on his chest. He stroked her back with his hands as he wrapped his arms around her.

"My y/n."

y/n closed her eyes. She let herself relax to the sound of his heartbeat.

"What do we do now?" she asked in a sleepy voice.

"We're going to sleep and not worry about tomorrow."

y/n nodded and fell asleep in his arms.

Aegon couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He buried his nose in her hair and took deep breaths, trying to savor the moment. Once he was sure she was asleep, he murmured I love you many times.

Tomorrow's problem was going to be solved tomorrow.

He surrendered himself to sleep like the woman he loved lying in his arms.

xxx

A quick knock on the door woke them both with a start.

"Come back later," Aegon said, thinking it was a maid.

As y/n settled back into his arms, another knock was on the door.

"Aegon, open the fucking door!"

Aegon jumped at the familiar voice. They both looked at each other in horror.

"Wait a minute!"

Aegon quickly changed into yesterday's clothes and found y/n's nightgown on the floor. He threw it at her. She slipped it on and sat on the bed, looking at him with fearful eyes.

"What are we going to do?"

Aemond knocked on the door again as Aegon paced quickly around the room. "Come on!"

Aegon leaned towards y/n and whispered. "I'll send him away, okay? Just keep quiet."

She nodded, but her worries were not gone. Aegon placed a kiss on her lips and got up from the bed.

He turned around to see if she was visible through the door. y/n hid behind the curtains around the bed.

Aegon opened the door just enough to see his brother's face.

"What is it?"

Aemond snorted. "y/n left last night and never came back."

Aegon felt his heart race with fear. "What does this have to do with me?"

Aemond looked over Aegon's head into the room, but Aegon closed the door even further. "You are close, after all. I thought she might have come to you."

Aegon put his hand on the doorjamb, blocking him further from entering the room, but he knew he couldn't stop Aemond if he wanted to. "She's not here."

Aemond laughed, but he was angry. "I'd better check myself."

Aegon squeezed the doorjamb tighter. "Are you a fool, Aemond? Why would I lie?"

Aemond shoved Aegon in the chest. He took a few steps back, and Aemond rushed into the room.

After a brief look around, he made his way to the bed. Then one of y/n's maids burst into the room. "My prince?" she said to Aemond.

Aemond turned toward her. "What is it?"

"Prince Maelor has become restless. He is with the queen. Her grace wants you with them."

Aemond took a deep breath and looked at the bed one last time.

"How many times has my mother told you not to bring your whores to the castle, Aegon?"

Aegon's lips formed a thin line. "How many times have I listened to her?"

Aemond looked at him sternly and left the room.

The servant waited for the prince to leave the room and then went to Aegon. "A few people saw Lady y/n coming here. I came to warn her."

Aegon nodded. "Thank you."

y/n got out of bed. "Ava."

The maid bowed to her. "My lady. You can tell him you slept with me last night in the servants' quarters."

y/n smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

The maid smiled too. "I will wait for you in your chambers, my lady." she bowed and left.

y/n turned towards Aegon. "I'd better go and get dressed."

Aegon nodded and took her arm as she walked past him. "We can pretend it didn't happen if you like, y/n."

y/n took a deep breath. "I don't know, Aegon. I'll think about it," she said and left the room.

xxx

The queen's maids were looking for her. They had told her that the queen wanted to see her.

She got dressed in her chambers and went to the queen's chambers.

She sighed inside, but she was happy to see her son.

On the way to the queen's chambers, her mind drifted to Aegon, but she pushed him out of her mind.

When she came to the queen's chambers, the guard at her door bowed at her. "The queen is waiting for you, my lady," he said. And he opened the door for her to pass through.

When y/n walked through the door, Aemond caught her eye directly. He was sitting in the armchair ahead fireplace, watching the fire.

y/n realized that he was thinking about something.

Whenever Aemond was thoughtful, he would play with his fingers and nibble the inside of his cheek.

Without saying a word to anyone, she took her son from her mother-in-law, who was coming towards her. "Good morrow, y/n. How are you?"

y/n smiled as she rocked her son back and forth in her arms. "Good morrow, your grace. I'm doing fine. How are you?"

The queen smiled warmly at her and went to Aemond.

"Hello, Maelor," y/n whispered to her son.

Aemond gripped the arm of the chair and crossed his legs.

As always, hearing his wife's voice gave him butterflies.

The queen sat opposite him.

Aemond watched his wife and son in fascination.

He had already forgotten about their fight and that y/n had not returned to him at night. He wanted it to be night again, to fall asleep feeling y/n's warmth.

"What do you think of what happened at the small council? I don't know what to answer anymore," the queen said to her son.

Aemond's gaze was on his wife.

y/n was leaning over Maelor, smiling and whispering sweet things. Their son finally seemed to be asleep and at peace.

"I say let them have what they want. We've always condoned everything they've done for our alliance. It's just a marriage that has nothing to do with us. Is it?" The queen asked.

Aemond turned to his mother. "Of course," he said.

The queen was not satisfied with his answer. "Are you listening, Aemond?"

Aemond sighed and began to fiddle with the arm of the chair. "Isn't it going to be discussed in council tomorrow anyway? Let's not talk about affairs of state all the time."

His mother clasped her hands together. "Yes, it is going to be discussed tomorrow. But I want to be prepared. And I want to know what your opinion is."

Aemond laughed lightly. "It's all about Lord Lannister's arrogance.I don't care who he marries. Let him have his wedding at the Red Keep. You've already done everything he's ever wanted. What is different now?"

The queen sighed. "I'm not a fan of Lord Lannister either. But it's important to keep him on our side. He is Jason Lannister, lord of Casterly Rock."

Aemond nodded briefly and stood up. "y/n?"

y/n hugged her son tightly and looked up at her husband. "Yes, Aemond?"

Aemond walked over and took her arm gently. "Do you want to go back to our room?"

y/n nodded, tired and feeling uneasy.

"We're going to our chambers, mother. Let me know if there's anything else."

The queen smiled and nodded.

y/n bowed to the queen, but the queen stopped her as if she had remembered something. "Helaena said she would have tea with you today. Tea will be ready in her room in a few hours."

That they were going to have tea together was out of y/n's mind. "Yes, your grace. I will go to her chambers."

Together they left the room and walked silently down the long corridor. The queen's chambers were almost at the other end of the castle.

Aemond stayed behind y/n because of the thoughts in his head. y/n walked quickly without waiting for him.

When Aemond realized he was behind her, he quickly caught up with her. "y/n, I'm sorry for everything I've done."

"Let's talk about this later, okay?" said y/n calmly.

y/n was happy he was finally talking about this, but she felt tired.

And she didn't want to have this conversation with him right now in that crowd when the servants and the ladies who lived in the castle could hear them.

Aemond nodded and gently took y/n's arm as she led their sons to their chambers.

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mavrellover91 · 1 year

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HOMECOMING

Hey, I thought I would try my hand at writing a story about Jake Seresin. Hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female reader

Warning: No warnings just fluff.

Word count: 896

A/N: I give no permission for my work to be copied, translated and or posted anywhere else online.

God I can’t believe it is finally happening. After five long months my husband, the one and only Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, is about to meet his little girl. This has been the hardest deployment yet. Saying goodbye to your husband when you’re seven months pregnant was downright cruel but not as cruel as watching the agony on Jake’s face as he watches me give birth to our baby girl through a computer screen. But in less than ten minutes my family will be whole.

I look around the hanger at all the families waiting for their loved ones to arrive. Children running around the the decorated hanger in their Sunday best. Their mother yelling out for them not get dirty, that daddy will be here soon. I lock eyes with Penny and Mav as I look anywhere but the closed hanger doors because I know if I do I’m going to start crying. God that was meant to stop once I had my little girl. Fuck I ha to blink a couple of times to stop the tears from falling. Penny gives me a big smile as she and Mav walk over to me. “How you doing mama” she asks. “Excited, nervous for some reason. God I can’t wait to Jake holding our little girl” I reply with a watery smile. “Not long now” Mav tells me “Hangman is going to be the first one to land” he informs me “but I don’t tell you that” he says with a wink. I can’t help but laugh at Mav.

Just then I can hear the roaring engines of the jets as they fly closer. As the jets move towards the hangar the noise rises waking the baby up. She lets out a loud annoyed cry that she has been woken up. God she is just like her father who is also grumpy when he is woken up. “Hey now pumpkin, you’re ok. Daddy’s almost here” I tell her as I pick up my eight week old daughter. Rocking her until she stops crying and blinks up at me with her blue eyes that have started to change to her father’s beautiful green colour. “God she is so beautiful” Penny says as she looks down at her “but it’s no wonder when you look at who her parents are”.

I start laughing as I rearrange my sweet baby so I can pick up the sign I had made. A sign that says ‘Welcome home, Daddy. I've waited my whole life to meet you.' “Jake will definitely have his hands full when she gets older” I reply as we walk through the crowd towards to open hanger doors, “ain’t that the truth?” Mav laughs. Just as we get to the doors we see the jets start their descent. Holding my breath as I always do when I watch them start to land. Once they are on the ground I let out my breath. I watch as the pilots start hopping down from their planes.

As soon as Cyclone gives the all clear I take off running towards Jake. Who when he sees me coming hands off his helmet and running towards us. As we meet in the middle of the tarmac I start crying as his arms wrap around us. I feel safe and complete as his kisses me. “God I missed you sweetheart” he tells me as he presses his lips to my forehead. Just then a little squeak sounds out letting us know that she is doesn’t appreciate being squished between us. “Oh I’m sorry baby girl” I tell her as I move her in my arm. When I look back up at Jake his eyes are on the little girl in my arms. “Come baby girl, let’s introduce you to your daddy” I tell her “Jake I would like to introduce you to your daughter Addison Marie Seresin” I tell him as I place her into his arms. Tears start streaming down his cheeks as he holds her to his chest. He pulls me into him, tucking me into his side as he kisses Addy’s head. “Thank you” he whispers. “You and Addison are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you Mrs Seresin”. “You’re welcome Mr Seresin. We love you too” I reply with a big smile on my face.

We stay like this in each other’s arms for what feels like eternity before heading back to the hangar where the Navy has put on a welcome home afternoon tea. As we walk up to a familiar group of people Jake calls out “ Guys I would like to introduce you to the newest member of the dagger squad Addison Marie Seresin”. Jake berms with pride as they all fawn over Addy telling us about cute she is. “Hangman your lucky she takes after her mother instead of your ugly mug” Rooster tells him as he give Jake a manly side hug.

I watch my husband and our friends fight over how pretty he is and how our daughter takes after both of us. I can’t believe this is my life now, a husband who I love beyond all belief, even when he is being a dick and a beautiful daughter who I can’t even begin to describe how much I love. I’m the luckiest girl in the world

#top gun maverick #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin fluff #fluff #military homecoming

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coneyislandbabey · 1 year

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butterfly wings. -> w. rojas

WARNINGS: profanities and more incredibly sappy dad warren

SYNOPSIS: It's your and Warren’s daughter, Mariposa's first Halloween. Written for this request! (Part of the mariposaverse fics, the rest of which can be found on my master list) word count: 1,126

“Your papi is going to love this,” you said, smiling proudly down at your work. Mariposa gurgled up at you from her position on the bed, kicking her legs happily. You had been planning her first halloween costume practically since before she was born, when you calculated that she would be nearly six months old on the holiday, perfectly chubby and adorable. The idea for her costume came to you shortly after she was born, and you told Warren right then and there that it would be a surprise. He had been asking– well, begging really– you to tell him what it would be ever since.

Now Halloween was here, and you had been able to execute the idea better in reality than it even was in your head. Mariposa was wearing a long-sleeve black onesie that you had sewn wings onto, made out of silk that you had cut into the right shape yourself, and watercolored in the pattern of monarch wings. Camila had crocheted a little black hat for her, too, that had cartoonish little antennae sprouting from the top. It was nestled over the baby’s mass of curly black hair; a carbon copy of her father’s. You had gotten face paint from a costume store in Hollywood, and painted a little butterfly on each of your cheeks, and were wearing a dress in the exact same shade of orange as Mariposa’s wings.

You picked up your squirming daughter and carried her over to the floor-length mirror, giving both of you a once-over.

“We look perfect, my little butterfly,” you said triumphantly, nuzzling your nose against hers.

A short while later the front door opened, and you could hear Warren fumbling around. “Where are my girls at? I wanna see this costume finally!” He shouted, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Coming! Cover your eyes,” you shouted from the top of the stairs, gathering Mariposa up in your arms once more. You peered down the staircase to see your husband standing there, hands over his eyes and his face lifted in a smile. Once you were sure he wasn’t looking, you carried Mariposa down them, stopping right in front of him. “Okay, you can look now.”

Immediately, Warren pulled the hands from his eyes and drank in the view in front of him. His mouth dropped open, and you grinned as you could physically see the affection filling his dark eyes.

“I have never seen anything more perfect,” he breathed, and you laughed at the awe in his voice. Mariposa started giggling when she heard your laughter, and reached out her chubby little arms toward Warren, who immediately snatched her up and held her close to his chest.

“Look at you, princesa,” he said emphatically. “Mama made you look so perfect and beautiful, just like her.”

In response, Mariposa dropped her head against his cheekbone.

“Isn’t she the cutest thing in the world,” you cooed as you stepped over to the sideboard, where your camera was. You picked it up and turned it on the two of them, snapping a photo.

“You both are, but that’s true all the time,” he responded. “Hey, wait a minute– you guys match, I wanna match too!”

He was borderline pouting at you, and you burst out laughing at the expression on his face.

“Don’t worry, I knew you would. Go look up on the bed, I laid out your costume,” you said.

He didn’t waste a second before turning and bounding up the steps, and you followed at a leisurely place, an amused smile affixed on your face.

“No fucking way,” you heard Warren’s voice, slightly muffled from the bedroom. By the time you reached him, he was already wearing the white t-shirt and black vest embroidered with a bunch of bright monarch butterflies that you had gotten ready for him. You had found the vest at a thrift shop, then a plain black with a border of round silver studs, and asked an artist friend of yours to do the embroidery. You had thought it absolutely perfect when she dropped it off to you, and it was only made more perfect by the look of sheer euphoria on Warren’s face. Mariposa was sitting in bed with the shirt he had previously been wearing bunched in her little fists, chewing on the fabric.

“It looks even better than I imagined,” you gushed, reaching out and straightening the fabric. Warren’s hands came to your waist, a warm and gentle pressure against your skin. You grinned up at him, twisting your arms around his neck and bringing his face to yours.

When you broke the kiss it was just barely, your noses still touching. “You think I’m sexy even when I’m decked out in butterflies?’

“I would say that you’re extra sexy decked out in butterflies,” you nodded seriously, and Warren let out a whisper of a laugh, closing the miniscule gap between you as he kissed you again.

“Now, do you want me to paint your cheeks with butterflies, too?”

“Is that even a question?”

The sun was low in the sky, bathing the whole street in gold, by the time you were ready to leave for trick-or-treating. Warren had gotten Mariposa’s little wooden wagon all ready for the occasion, filling it with blankets and all of her favorite stuffed animals. He was standing on the sidewalk with the wagon’s handle grasped in his hands, making conversation with Camila, who had come with Julia so the girls could trick-or-treat together. The little girl was dressed in a black dress, her face painted green and a pointed witch’s hat almost bigger than her perched on her head.

When Camila saw you and Mariposa coming down the steps she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. “God, you guys are the cutest little family I’ve ever seen in my fucking life!”

“We are, aren’t we?” Warren asked, unabashedly checking you out as you walked over to them.

“Wait, let me take a picture of the three of you,” Cami ordered, motioning her hands so you would stand together. You snuggled into Warren’s side, and his hand snaked around your waist. He tickled the bottom of one of Mariposa’s little feet, causing her irresistible laugh to ring out in the air. The photo that Camila took then would quickly become one of your favorites; in it, Mariposa is perched on your hip, her little mouth wide in a toothless smile, eyes screwed shut with her laughter, you are looking straight at the camera, your smile scrunching the butterflies on your cheeks, making them look almost as if they’re flying, and Warren is looking down at you, love written on his face plain as the sun in the sky.

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mlove44lh · 1 year

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Don’t hurt yourself

Chapter 1 - Intuition

Masterlist

Prologue

Warnings: Mention of possible cheating, mention of relationship neglect

Words: 2.372

“I tried to make a home out of you, but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet?

It's a cold day, the heater is on, and I’m wearing more layers than necessary, but I’m still getting goosebumps. I might even start chattering my teeth if I gave in to what I'm feeling. But I don't think it's just because of the cold, It's less than 8 degrees outside, but the heater is doing a good job here.

I haven't looked at her in a few minutes, I sit in the chair by the window, and the only view I have is the bustle of the city below me.

“The view of Monaco from this window is beautiful. It's a great location.” I remember that was the first thing I noticed when I stepped here for the first time five years ago.

“Y/n…” The woman stares at me while sitting in her armchair in the middle of the large room. “Why are you avoiding this matter?”

“I'm not avoiding it.” I still don't look at her.

“I think you are. You ran away from me as soon as I mentioned his name. And it's been 10 minutes that you don't even look at me.”

I take a deep breath before taking my stare off Monaco and back to her.

“What do you want me to say?”

“We don't need to talk about it. But every matter we start leads us back to him. Did you notice that?” I can barely look at her. Susan always calmed me down, and that's the reason I started doing the sessions with her. I always enjoyed our conversations. But not today, today I just want this to be over so I can get away from here.

“As it should, he is a very important part of my life.”

“Of course, he's your husband. He is the person quoted by you in every session of ours. But not in the last month.” She wears a friendly half smile, and her hands are resting on top of her crossed legs. She doesn't have her notebook today, which is unusual, but it doesn't bother me, I never like to see her taking notes regarding what I say here anyway.

“Y/n…”

Another 15 minutes and I'm out of here.

“What happened in the last month?”

Her voice comes out almost like I'm underwater. My thoughts are so loud that I can't focus on anything else. I need a few seconds to understand what she just asked me.

A humorless laugh seeps from my vocal cords.

Where could I start? For the part where he completely changed in such a short time? Of how overnight, Lewis was someone else? A cold person, who stopped calling, stopped with the flowers, with all the caress, with the dozens of “I love you” said every day? That I don't look like a wife anymore but more like a roommate? Or maybe I should talk about the times he came home at four in the morning and woke me up when he was almost inside me, desperate for some relief, desperate to release whatever God knows who put it in him? From the reclined car seat or the cheap feminine perfume impregnated in the seat belt. Which of these things should I open up and tell her about now? And how do I do that without feeling like an idiot, without the huge guilt monster that's inside of me creeping out again?

I shrug as I feel my throat burn with the painful memories of the last few weeks.

“Maybe I'm just too insecure. Or dramatic. Or both.” I don't talk to her anymore. My spoken words are more like external thoughts.

Susan doesn't say anything, she looks at me as she waits, and the silence makes me want to talk more and open up.

“He's in one of the worst moments of his career. There's too much going through his head, I know that. I can't freak out thinking he's having an affair just because he is distant, right? It doesn't make any sense. I can't be that cunt.”

“Do you think he's having an affair?”

“No. That's the point. He wouldn't do that. He's too good to do that.”

Susan shifts her position and leans towards me. Her gaze doesn't stray from mine for even a second.

“The real Lewis wouldn't do that or the Lewis you created in your head wouldn't do that?”

I look at her and the confusion is clear on my face.

“What?”

“Don't you think that maybe you put more into him than he gave you? That you created a version of him that doesn't really exist?” My heart is pounding like it's going to jump out of my chest at any second. I want to look away from her, but I can't. I need her to finish her reasoning. I don't want her to think I'm not ready to hear this, so I keep still as I wait for her to continue.

“You've always tended to romanticize things, which is understandable with everything you've been through. But maybe that led you to believe in some things that were almost not there while letting other important things pass right under your nose unnoticed.” Now it's my turn to lean to her. “You told me once that you always dreamed with a fairy tale, and that when he appeared, it showed you that it was all real, with butterflies in your stomach and vows of eternal love, everything as in your biggest dream. You fell head over heels in love with Lewis. So I ask you Y/n, which one wouldn't do that to you? The real Lewis or the one in your imagination?”

I try to assimilate what was said and play her words over and over in my head. For the first few seconds, it sounded almost like a joke, it was so ridiculous. But the tightness in my chest got bigger, and suddenly some things started to make sense.

“Think about it this week.” Susan gets up and walks slowly to the door.

That's the cue, my cue to get up, thank her for the session, and leave this room. But I can't move, I'm still sitting in the chair staring at the Buddha-shaped figurine that rests on her coffee table as if it's going to come to life and tell me what I need to do.

“Y/n.” I feel Susan's hand on my shoulder, and I come out of my trance. I turn to face her. “I didn't mean to say that what you live is a lie. But sometimes we do this kind of thing. We intensify what we feel and put a lot of feelings into things without even realizing it, so we can convince ourselves that something we really want is really happening. But that doesn't take away the shine and beauty of any of it. It doesn't take away the fact that everything you feel is real to you. For everything you tell me here, I'm sure you have a beautiful life with him, and that kind of thing doesn't go away. My job here is just to try to show you the things that are clear around you, what you're going to do with it, no one can tell you. Because no one would know how.”

I continue to look at the woman in front of me for some time. Trying to assimilate everything.

“We're done for today, okay? It was all very intense, and anything we talk about now won't have any effect anymore.” I nodded to her. “I'm going out to take a break, but you can take as long as you want here, Y/n. Take your time. Everything is fine.”

“Thank you.”

I watch Susan leave the room behind me, and as soon as the door slams, I'm back facing the city. I could stay here for hours, but I know I have to move and face what is waiting for me.

I don't even know how long I've been looking out the window, I'm only taken out of my trance when I hear the notification noise coming from my phone. I check the device quickly before getting up and grabbing my purse.

“I'm waiting for you down here ;)”

All the way to the outside of the big building, I feel weak, and numb as if my movements are being commanded by someone else. A thousand worries in my head, until my stare met his. Even though he is the biggest cause of all the chaos in my life at the moment, at the same time, he manages to remain my biggest font of calm.

“You didn't tell me you'd come to pick me up.” We are already very close to each other. There is no need for me to try to get closer because Lewis does not take a second to pull me closer to him.

Lewis join our lips in a quick kiss, and that shocked me. It's been a while since he last showed any interest.

“Where did that come from?”

“Can't I have missed my wife?” I feel uncertain, and I know it shows on my face, he barely looked at me in the morning, and now he acts this way. It is an unfair and single-player game. “I saw that you left your car in the garage, so I deduced that you could use a ride.”

We live two blocks away from here.

I've been walking back for five years now. It's almost like part of my therapy walking down the beach to get home on the way back.

I wish I didn't feel like something was very wrong, but I can't. After these last few days, everything he does sounds suspicious to me. And living that is like a living hell.

I push away any negative thoughts and smile at him. He seals our lips quickly before opening the passenger door. I settle back and take a deep breath before facing him again, who's now sitting next to me.

He's too good to do that.

Not a second after he turns on the car, Lewis takes his hand to my thigh and squeezes it lightly. I look at him who already has his gaze glued to mine. I can't help but smile at him. He let his hand rest on top of my thigh as he takes speed with the vehicle.

“Mercedes will organize a charity dinner on Saturday.”

“Cool. Here in Monaco?” I was already expecting something like that, another day without him, I guess.

“Yes. It will be the usual boredom with investors. But it would be nice if you came with me. Are you up for it?”

I look away from the street and look back at him. There he is, the man I've been looking tirelessly for the last few weeks. All of this is so confusing that suffocates me. Change so much in just a few hours, it's almost scary. But I decide to hold on to this moment and believe that I have my husband back.

“Sure.”

Lewis smiles before removing his hand from my grip and placing it on the steering wheel. I look away from Lewis when I notice the car pull to a stop. Only then do I realize we're at a gas station.

“I'm sorry, I need to fuel up. Otherwise, I don't think we're going to be able to get home.”

“No problem.”

“Do you need something?” He says while opening the door to get out of the car.

“No. I’m good. Thank you.”

He slams the car door, and I watch his figure make his way to the inside of the convenience store.

Maybe it was just a bad phase, and as usual, I tried my best to become something about myself. Thinking about it, everything could have a good explanation.

I'm an emotional person. I tend to overstate all my feelings, and almost always this leads to a bad place, which hurts me. As the masochist that I am.

I have no reason to imagine such a thing. Lewis wouldn't do that to me. I know who I married, and I also know that we've changed and grown together long enough that we can't do that to each other.

Maybe I was too over the top to think and doubt him and my trust in him. Maybe.

I try to turn on my phone screen, but the only thing that comes up is the low battery icon.

I open the glove compartment to look for the charger cable while still looking at the device in my hand, when pulling the white wire, I hear the metal falling on the floor, and only the low sound emitted is enough to make me worry. I close the glove compartment calmly before taking my hand to the floor to pick up the object.

I can identify what it is as soon as I pick up the small object. My stomach drops. I don't remember leaving any jewelry here. I bring the piece to my vision and stare at the small bracelet in my hand. A bracelet that isn't mine.

I snap out of orbit as I stare at the object. There's nothing else around me but me, this ridiculous bracelet, and my wedding ring burning on my ring finger.

No. No. No.

He's too good to do that.

He wouldn't do that to me.

The real Lewis wouldn't do that to me.

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Dad's Best Friend, pt. ii (m) | Tom Cruise

Tom Cruise is your Dad's Best friend. Your dad is a businessman in Hollywood, and he happens to be friends with your teenage year crush. You're legal now, what happens when you can finally live out your desires?

Summary: Tom made an appearance at your dad's birthday party. It's been 3 days since you had that one sinful dream, how could you recover from it? By ignoring him or tell him about that dream?

Tags: 18+, allusions to smut, dirty talk, agegap (reader is 26, tom is 59)

tagging: @call-sign-shark @deanscroissant @helloitstsyu @moondustfairies ✨

creds for tomcruisebrasil on ig for the vid! just turned em into a gif using tumblr ‘s all. x.

check out the series!

“Don’t get him another watch! He’s got tons of that! Get him something that he hasn’t owned yet.” Your mother's judgemental tone, hissed through the phone causing you to roll your eyes.

The sun is high and beaming down to the streets of beverly hills. You cursed to yourself on why you didn't bring your sunglasses as it is difficult to navigate through the path that it caused you to squint and scrunched your eyebrows. You’re trying to figure out what present to get for your dad. He’s turning 61 today, and you don’t know what to get for a man who’s turning 61 years old other than a bottle as old as him, or something expensive to get in his collections of luxury things.

“Yeah? Like what?” You muttered, a challenge laced in your tone. You grumbled feeling your heels killing your feet since you've been walking for almost 20 minutes and still got nothing.

“Like grand babies for instance.” Yet again, You grumbled in your breath. You’ve expected hearing this coming out from your mother’s mouth. It’s not that you don’t want to have babies, or even get married. It’s just that, no men has met your qualifications and expectations. You’ve always been picky when it comes to dating men, because you don’t want anything that has happened in the past repeated itself.

You heard your phone gave out a beeping sound, means another incoming call wants to get through. You told your mom that you have to take this call as it is important because it’s your assistant.

“What, Glinda? I’m kind of busy right now.” You said as you stopped in front of a store, scanning the products from the window.

“I’m sorry, Miss. But, it’s really important. Maya needs you at the warehouse. Do you think you can stop by?” You fingers went up to massage your scrunched forehead.

Another packaging meltdown.

You’re a businesswoman in a Beauty industry. The business has been running for about 3 years, and it’s been going really well than you’ve expected it to be. It’s going so well that it became your baby, you couldn’t even leave her alone for just a 3 minute walk to the bathroom, hence why you don’t have time for romance and family.

“Ask Roy to take care of it! I hired him for a reason, he’s our manager for god sakes.” You commanded, turning your back as you’re facing towards the streets, watching cars passing by.

“Roy’s not available, Miss.” That idiot, I am so firing him once I get back to the office, you thought.

“Fine. I’ll be there in 10.”

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“Happy Birthday, Dad!” You exclaimed once you walked into the party room where your dad’s friends and your family be. Everyone cheered for your entrance, clapping of hands sounded through the air in the room as you approach him while holding his favorite vanilla cake.

Your dad laughed and smiled before he approaches you with opened hands, “Make a wish then blow the candles!”

He sighs lovingly before he closes his eyes before he bend his knees slightly to reach your level then blew the candles. Everyone cheered again as your mom takes away your cake in a hurry as she understands how her husband gets very excited about this moment, cue your dad engulfed you in a big hug.

“Urgh! My little one, thank you. I love you.” He lifted you up and slightly twirled both of you then set you back to the ground.

“I love you too, Dad.” You patted softly patted his back before he released you.

“You’re gonna have to wait for your birthday present in… Probably around 3 weeks?” You look at him with squinted eyes and gritted teeth as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“I don’t care. All I care is having you here! 3 Days ago was such a short time and before that, it has been like what? 5 months since I last saw you and I only get to be around you for 5 hours.” The way he explained it to you sounded like a rolling eyes in his tone. You chuckled nervously, of course your mind had to remember what happened 3 days ago.

You were supposed to be spending your time with your Dad, but once you arrived, He had to leave as he had a couple of errands to run. He told you to wait, and you did, but you fell asleep and had that dream.

How could you even explain it to your own self?

How can you even have that dream in the first place?

Was it because it was the week of Top Gun: Maverick premiere and you’ve seen the news of him being in Mexico and thought he was so hot during that premiere. You’d never admitted this ever, to anyone, not even yourself, that you started having wet dreams of your Dad’s best friend, the Mister Tom Cruise, when you were 19 years old.

Yes, you feel sick to your stomach.

How could a 19 year old girl thirst over a man who’s as old as her dad?

You blame your girlfriend’s in college for forcing you to watch Risky Business and Top Gun 1986 then started to realize what a hot uncle you have.

Well, he’s technically not your uncle we all know that.

But, he’s been around for so long, you were really closed with him when you were young but when you hit puberty and all those teenage years, it’s normal to say that, those were the phases where you distant yourself from your family.

Speaking of Tom Cruise, everyone seemed to turned their heads towards the entrance as he walks inside the room with a big smile on his face. You watched your dad made his way towards him before he engulfed him in a big hug also. Suddenly it felt like the air around you seemed to have gone away, your chest heavy, your palms sweating. A waiter holding a tray of champagnes came in your presence as you grab a glass before you took a sip of it and decided to leave the room.

Your head was heavy. Your mind couldn’t stop teasing you how good he looked today, it’s even encouraging you to take actions that you know it’s going to risk it all. Your feet dragging you away from the crowd, your hand placed on top of your head as you squeeze your eyes shut to stop thinking about some kind of evil plan that your own mind formed.

A gasp escaped from your lips when you felt a hard bump against your chest, resulting your glass of champagne spilled to your dark blue dress.

Aw, great, it looks like someone peed on your chest.

“Sshoot! I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” You recognized that voice, the eyelids of your eyes slowly fluttered unfold to reveal Tom Cruise wearing that sexy black suit, a couple of his buttons undone. He’s very sexy, you thought.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry, dear. Let me ask your mother if she-” You immediately shook your head no.

“It’s nothing, sir.” Tom looked bewildered.

You never call him Sir, he’s always go by the name Tommy, Uncle Tommy, or Unky. You stepped away from him as you set the empty glass on the nearest table. Tom watched you practically sprinting off down the hallway. The top of his teeth pulled on his bottom lip slightly. It was a brief moment but nonetheless, Tom’s got a good look on your presence.

You’ve grown into such a mature woman.

You’re no longer had bangs that he find it very cute.

You used to have chubby cheeks and slightly chubby arms but he knew how that went away. He knew all about you more than you know about yourself. He knew all about the toxic relationship that you had with your boyfriend who were 3 years older than you. He had told your father how he shouldn’t have approved the relationship that you had, should’ve encouraged him to convince you to break up with the douchebag. But, eventually you finally got the light and you did break things off with him.

You’ve grown ever since then.

You seemed to be more aware of yourself. You started taking care of your body, eating healthy foods, exercises 4 days a week, and now here you are. Almost looking like a woman, that Mr. Tom Cruise himself didn’t recognize.

Pushing down the door handle to your room, you stepped in as you give yourself a second to take in the atmosphere of your old room. Not one single thing had moved from it’s original position. It had been left, just like that. You sighed to yourself, closing the door behind you and opened a door to your closet.

Your old clothes are still there. You moved out of the house around 2 years ago, when your business came up and running. You decided to have a place of your own because when you live under your dad’s roof, you’d live under his rules and it’s no time for that. You rummaged through a couple of dresses, mentally cursing to yourself for having more sweatshirts than dresses honestly. You sighed, you didn’t find anything that you could wear.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your door, “Y/N, It’s me. Your mother told me to give you this, may I?” It’s him.

Cracking your knuckles anxiously, your knees popping slightly. Shit, why is he here instead of my mom? You thought. You licked your bottom lip, straighten your posture and rub your slightly sweaty palm of your hands on your dress.

"Hi," You breathed when you pull the door open to reveal Tom plastered with a sweet smile on his face, holding a what seem to be a dress that your mom was about to go upstairs and give it to you but Tom insisted saying it was his fault so he wanted to be the one giving it to you instead.

"Your mom told me to give this to you." Tom stated, his arm extended to you.

"Right, thanks." You breathed yet again, you seemed to be out of breath are you okay in there? Tom thought. You took the hanger off from his grip in a quick motion and as you were about to close the door on his face, Tom stopped you from doing so.

"Can we talk? You seemed to be ignoring me, is there something wrong?" Tom questioned, his eyes were on you before they drifted their focus onto your room behind you. Tom pushed the door softly before entering in, without realizing you're following his movements as you backed away with the door.

"Your room hasn't changed much huh." Tom stated as he chuckled to himself, dragging his fingertips across the wooden bedpost. "I remember how you used to talk to me about boys and that was, I think, when you were about 14 years old?" Tom turned to you with a smile as he chuckles a little bit.

"Aha, right." You couldn't help but chuckled awkwardly. Tom stands firmly on his ground, with his hands on the pocket of his dress pants, mouth slightly agape in confusion.

"Y/N seriously, is there something wrong? You know, you can still tell me anything. About your life, you work, whatever it is," Tom murmured while he approaches you slowly, step by step. Your fingers played with each other, your knees bouncing anxiously, biting your bottom lip.

"I really wanna know, because I care about you." Tom ended softly, his hands now placed on top of your shoulders as you look at one before looking back at him.

Care? In what way?

In you're my best friend's daughter care?

Or actually, really cares?

Well, he said I can tell him anything right? You thought. But your other conscious on the other hand said, No it's embarrassing Y/N and it's fucking weird that you had dreams about him fucking you.

"I-.. Actually.. Have s-something to t-tell you?" You stuttered, and that sentence came out like a question instead of a statement. Tom's eyes are on you as he nod his head slowly and guide him and you to sit on the edge of your bed.

"Okay.. Sweetheart, do tell me." Tom acknowledged. You swallowed down your saliva, gripping on the hanger of your dress that is laying on top of your lap. You chose to risk it all.

"I... Had a dream."

"Uh.. Huh.."

"It's um-"

"Y/N, Honey... Your hands are shaking," Tom pointed that you yourself didn't even realize that, not just your hands but, your whole body trembles.

Okay, Y/N just drop the ball! Your mind shouted before you push yourself off from the edge of your bed and tossed the dress to his side.

"I had a sex dream about you!" You exclaimed with your eyes closed. When you open them, it revealed Tom's bewildered expression. You shrieked to yourself, hands went up to clasp your mouth.

"Okay.." You peeked one eye, his eyes are still on you. Tom's hands then extended to reach your figure, placing them on your hips softly, before he pulls you in just a tad closer.

"Do you mind telling me about this dream?" Tom muttered.

What?

"Huh..?"

"What were we doing in there?" Tom questioned while he stood up from the bed and tower his frame over you. He moved his hands from your hips to your arms, as they wandered upwards softly towards your shoulders, his thumbs grazing over your collarbone before they both went towards your neck. His fingers resting against the nape of your neck. His eyes swimming in yours, searching, waiting for answers.

"Did you kiss me?" His question made you drew the bottom of your lip to your teeth. He took that as a yes when you didn't answer him. His thumb grazed over your bottom lip to release 'em from the grip of your teeth.

Tom's jaw clenched, he leaned his face to your neck, his hot breath fanned against your skin. A whimper escaped from your lips, Tom's aware of the effect he has on you. His lips went up to your ear, you feel more of his hot breath, your hands balled into a fist in your side.

"Did you cum hard in there?" He whispered. Your eyes widened and a small gasp left from your mouth. When you felt his lips connect to the skin of your neck, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His hand went down to your side, gripping your hip before pulling you closer. Your chest and his now pressed against each other. His hand went up to grope your breast, a moan escaped your lips.

All dreams must cum to an end, as he was about to press his lips to yours, your phone rang. You mentally cursed to yourself, fuckkk!

The ringing from your phone must've snapped something out from both of you as Tom immediately let go of his grip from your lips. You were panting, as you tried to find your phone. Tom found it before he gave the device to you. You turned your back to him before you click on the green button on the screen.

"Yes, Roy." You slightly snapped.

You listen to the complaint from Roy with your head on your hand. Tom watched you, chewing on his bottom lip. A smile crept on his face.

He liked it, he liked kissing your neck. He liked the effect that he has on you. The way your whole body instantly succumbed to him. He didn't care that you're his best friend's daughter, in fact, the excitement of getting caught gave some kind of adrenaline to his body as his head turned towards the opened door of your bedroom. The thought of taking care of your sexual needs, hands wandering on your body, seem to never stop running from his mind since now.

"Fine, fine, I'll come. I'll be there in 15." Sighed another work problems. You turn to Tom to find him standing there, holding your dress.

"Change, I'll drive you."

You gulped, will this be a good idea?

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a/n: i might turn this into a series 👀

#tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise fic #tom cruise smut #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise movies #tom cruise imagines #tom cruise one shot

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teneleven12xiii · 1 month

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Another Loscar Drabble

The thought of being apart from Logan scared him half to death, so he suggests the only thing his brain could conjure up,

“Let’s get married,”

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Set in 2023 during the Las Vegas grand prix

“Osc, I don’t know if I’ll be racing next year” when Logan pulled him behind the Williams hospitality building he did not expect that sentence to come out of his mouth.

“What do you mean? What did James Vowles say?” his brows furrowed in confusion,

“They’re still negotiating a contract for me but my performance hasn't been good, I’ve cost the team too much money, more money than I’m worth.” Oscar moves his head to look up at Logan, there’s sadness in his eyes. “I get why no one would want me,”

“Don’t say that, Do not say that!! You were improving, I’ve watched you race, seen what you can do, and I know you can and will do it again. They’d be stupid to not give you another chance.”

“Osc,”

“And I want you okay? Always have and always will”

“Osc,”

“You think everyone hates you but I’m here and I fucking love you okay? I’ve been in love with you since we were 18 and young and stupid. I've been in love with you for so long I don’t know how to stop, and I’ll probably keep loving you for the rest of our lives. So don’t you dare say that no one wants you because I do. I want you”

“Oscar!” Oscar’s entire body jerks back in surprise, “I’m in love with you too” The thought of being apart from Logan scared him half to death, so he suggests the only thing his brain could conjure up,

“Let's get married” after a short wave of silence he mutters soft and quiet,

“Are you sure?” Logan asks

“Do you not want to marry me?” Oscar looks up at him with his glossy brown eyes, so wide and unsure that Logan had to suppress the urge to laugh, or press a kiss to his lips.

“Well I do wanna marry you, for years now. it’s just— we confessed our feelings to each other less than 5 minutes ago, Osc” Oscar nods but still he repeats,

“Let’s get married” he lets Logan wrap his arms around his waist, as he lays his head on the American’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and body wash.

So they get married the next day, after finding suitable wedding attire and rings, in a wedding chapel with a sweet photographer who had her hands full with how much Oscar and Logan were giggling and moving around. She had managed to snap a few good pictures but they also asked to keep the burly ones using them as their lock screen. They had forgotten to write their vows so they both decided to wing it and still it was the most beautiful promise of love Oscar had ever heard. Logan cried and as he was about to make fun of his husband he slips the ring on to Logan’s finger he was crying too. Oscar did not expect for their first kiss to be on their wedding day but he’s not mad about it, he thinks it’s sweet and special, he still does. They hang up their wedding photos in their shared apartment in London, also in their homes in Australia and Florida. Both of their mothers both cried when they found out a few weeks later, then chewed their ears out for getting married in Las Vegas of all places on a whim, when they went home to Melbourne that winter break Logan had tuck himself into Oscar’s mother’s arms and told her,

“I’m sorry mrs. Piastri. I just love your son so much I couldn’t wait, please don’t be mad at us,” His mother who has always had a soft spot for the American just gave him a pat on the head and all was forgiven, with the promise that they would never do anything like this ever again.

Logan’s father shook his hand and welcomed him to the family, Dalton gave him the- if you ever hurt him I swear no one will ever find your body- talk then quickly reminded him that Florida is famous for their alligators. They honeymooned in the Bahamas before he had to go back to England for training camp. They spent Logan’s birthday on his boat a little ways out in the ocean, just the two of them then they watch the fireworks in his backyard and Oscar left for England with tears in his eyes the day after new years.

Bahrain arrives a few months later and Oscar can see Logan a little ways down the padock with his team, sunshine reflective off the ring on his finger, Oscar held his hand up to the sun smiling fondly as he studies it. Next to him Lando mumbles out a,

“Are you really not going to tell me who you’re married to?” Oscar laughs,

“You’ll figure it out,”

#logan sargeant #oscar piastri #f1 drabble #loscar au #loscar secretly get married

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 5 months

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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 20: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warning/Tags: Smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, bit of breeding kink in this chapter

Word Count: ~ 3k for this chapter

A/N: Well, we've finally reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and liked/commented on this story -- I appreciate each and every one of you!

I'm definitely planning on continuing with The St. Agnes Years, plus I'm in the process of writing 3 one-shot sequels, so stay tuned for those!

"Let's give one more round of applause for the new Mr. & Mrs. Murdock!" The deejay said as Matt and Y/N made their way through the tunnel of well-wishers to the limousine that was waiting to whisk them away towards their new life as husband and wife.

Man, I'm glad I thought about bringing a going-away dress, Y/N thought. As beautiful and comfortable as her wedding dress was, she was happy to have had the thought of having something to change into before she and Matt had left their reception.

Matt motioned for Y/N to get into the limo first, then slid in after her.

As soon as the door was shut, Y/N pulled Matt in for a kiss. "I'm so happy to finally have gotten to marry you."

Matt let out a happy hum against her lips. "Mmm, me too, and it only took about 15 years later than I originally had hoped.”

Y/N laughed. “Hey, better late than never though, right, husband ?”

Matt chuckled. “Right you are, wife .”

Y/N turned towards the darkened window as the limo pulled out of the church parking lot and turned in the opposite direction of Matt's -- our , she silently corrected herself -- apartment. "Hey, wait, we're going the wrong way."

"Oh no, sorry angel, I forgot to tell you," Matt replied as he shrugged his tux jacket off and loosened his tie. "I got us a place for tonight so we wouldn't have to spend our wedding night at the apartment."

Y/N cuddled into Matt's side, feeling slightly guilty. "Oh, okay. That was sweet of you, Matty, thank you.”

As much as they had tried, she and Matt had been unable to find the perfect affordable home that would suit all of their needs, so about a month before the wedding they had agreed that Y/N would just move into Matt's apartment after they were married and that they would keep looking. She knew that as much as she had tried to hide it Matt could still sense her disappointment, so she figured he had booked a room at a hotel in order to try to make their wedding night special.

Matt wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're welcome, angel."

The car weaved through traffic, and after a few minutes it pulled to a stop.

Matt grabbed his tux jacket then opened the door and stepped out before offering a hand to Y/N.

Y/N took his hand and slid out of the limo.

Her brow furrowed as she realized that they were standing not in front of a hotel, but in front of the townhouse that Y/N had fallen in love with back when they had first started looking for a bigger place.

As the limo drove off, she turned towards Matt, who had a wide grin on his face. "Wait a minute, what are we doing here?"

Matt pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock."

"Welcome home? Wha--" Y/N sucked in a breath. "Matthew Michael Murdock, you did not."

Matt chuckled and nodded. “I did.”

"How ? How could you possibly have afforded this?"

Matt shook his head, a bright grin on his handsome face. "You remember the money my dad had left me when I was a kid?"

Y/N nodded. Matt had confided in her when they were kids that since the odds were so stacked against his dad during Jack's final fight with Victor Creel that he had wound up inheriting well over a million dollars. "Well yeah, but I figured that money was long gone. I know some of it was used to pay for your eye doctor visits as well as your training with Stick, and on top of that law school sure isn't cheap, nor is a penthouse apartment in Hell's Kitchen."

Matt shook his head. "Actually, even with my medical bills and what St. Agnes paid Stick for my training I had plenty left over for college, but since I wound up getting a full scholarship to Columbia I didn't actually wind up using any of it for school. Then I got a really great deal on my old apartment because of the neon billboard outside of the living room window, so most of the money has actually been sitting in the bank collecting interest for the past 28 years. I figured why not finally spend it by surprising my wife with our dream home as a wedding gift?"

Y/N shook her head. "But we weren't even engaged at the time."

Matt shrugged, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, but I was already planning on proposing on our Friendiversary and knew you were gonna say yes."

Y/N laughed. "Oh you did now, huh?"

"Mmhmm. Or at least, I was sure enough to spend most of my life's savings.” Matt nuzzled her nose with his. “As soon as you were headed back to your apartment after we toured this place and knew for sure that it was our dream home, I went back in and made an offer the previous owners couldn't refuse."

“No wonder it went so quickly!” Y/N playfully swatted him on the arm . "I can't believe you kept this from me for months , Matthew. What happened to 'no secrets between best friends', huh Murdock?"

Matt grinned and shook his head. "I figured you wouldn't mind me keeping this one secret from you for a while, although I did almost give up the surprise several times because I hated knowing how upset and stressed out you were about us not being able to find a place that we liked nearly as much as this one."

"I'm sorry, angel," he had said when Y/N had looked up the listing for the townhouse a few weeks after they had toured it and discovered that it had sold almost immediately. "I know how much we both loved that place."

"It's fine," Y/N had replied, the words sounding flat even to her ears. "No matter how much we loved it and how perfect it was for us it's not like we could ever have afforded the mortgage, even with both our salaries. We'll find something, I'm sure of it. We'll just have to keep looking for something within our budget."

Matt had wrapped his arms around her and given her a gentle kiss. “It'll be okay, angel, I promise. I just want you to be happy.”

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as the selflessness and love behind Matt's gesture fully hit her. "So this is really ours?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, angel. It's really ours. Right now it's in my name only, obviously, but I drew up a new deed this morning to make us officially co-owners on paper. We'll just have to wait for our signed marriage license to get filed on Monday before we can get Foggy to notarize and file the new deed for us."

Y/N wrapped her arms around Matt and gave him a kiss. "I love you so damn much, you know that, right?"

Matt wiped the tears from her eyes. "I love you too."

Y/N looked up at their new home once again. "So can we go in?"

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, angel, of course."

They headed up the stairs to the entrance.

Y/N let out a giggle as Matt unlocked and opened the door then scooped her up in a bridal carry.

She gave him a kiss. "Love you, Mr. Murdock."

"And I love you, Mrs. Murdock," Matt replied, carrying her over the threshold before setting her down.

As they walked through their new home, Y/N was surprised to see Matt's dining set, sofa and coffee table in their respective areas as well as the boxes of belongings that she had moved over to Matt's earlier in the week. "Wait, when and how did all of our stuff get in here?" she asked as they walked up the stairs to the living room.

"This morning after Karen dropped your suitcase off at my place," Matt replied, draping his tux jacket over the back of the couch and taking his glasses off. "Foggy helped me pack my stuff up yesterday and I hired movers to actually move everything."

“What's going to happen with your apartment? Are you going to lease it out?”

Matt shook his head. “I sold it to the current owner of my building a couple of months ago with the stipulation that he let me lease it back until after the wedding.”

He gestured around the mostly-empty space. "I know we'll have to do a lot of furniture shopping when we get back from our honeymoon, but I wanted us to be able to spend our first night as husband and wife in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives, so I figured bare minimum was better than nothing."

Y/N gave Matt a tender kiss. "Matty, sweetheart, this is perfect . Thank you so much.”

Matt chuckled. “I was so nervous that you’d find a place that would work for us and that you'd like better than here.”

Y/N shook her head. “Despite all of the apartments and condos we toured, this was honestly the only place I could see us building a life together in.”

She trailed a finger down Matt's torso, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. “And speaking of building a life together, since we actually did find our dream home I guess that means I'm going off of my birth control now, doesn't it?”

A grin spread across Matt's face. “Does that mean we can try for a honeymoon baby?”

Y/N huffed out a laugh as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Even if I stop taking my pill today I don't think it would happen that quick, but that doesn't mean we can't start working on it.”

Matt hummed, a slight smirk blooming across his plush lips. “In that case, lead the way, Mrs. Murdock.”

Y/N took Matt's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom.

As soon as they entered Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his front. "Thought about this while we were touring this place, angel," he murmured into her ear. “Making love to you here in our bedroom… and all of the other rooms in the home that we'll share for the rest of our lives."

Y/N hissed in a breath as Matt began trailing kisses down her jawline to her neck. "I did too, Matty. Imagined you fucking me up against the shower wall, getting down on my hands and knees for you on the couch in the garden room…"

Her breath hitched as Matt gave a gentle nip to her throat. “...Riding your cock in the library.”

Matt growled deep in his chest, his already-hard cock twitching against Y/N’s ass. “Shit, yes, angel, can't wait to get to do all of that with you.”

He nipped at her throat again as he unzipped her dress. “But first, I want to take my beautiful bride to bed.”

Y//N shivered as Matt slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, the smook silk pooling at her feet.

She stepped out of the dress, then turned and gave Matt a gentle kiss as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Then take me, my handsome groom.”

Matt smirked as he slid his hands down to her ass. “Oh I definitely plan on taking you, angel, over… and over… and over again.”

Arousal flooded Y/N’s system. She gasped in surprise as Matt picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently setting her down before quickly divesting himself of the rest of his clothing and climbing in after her.

She let out a moan as Matt settled himself between her legs and nosed at her silk-covered core.

“Mmm, so needy,” Matt purred. “Practically dripping for me already, aren't you, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded, her mind already hazy with lust. “Uh huh. Want you, Matty.”

Matt groaned. “Want you too, angel.”

Y/N whimpered as Matt pulled her underwear to the side and licked a broad stripe up her folds.

He slowly dragged his tongue up her folds again, swirling his tongue around her clit as he worked two fingers inside of her.

Y/N’s back arched off the bed in pleasure. The only thing better than the feel of Matt's long, thick fingers stretching her out was his long, thick cock. “Fuck, Matt.”

Matt moaned against her as he began to fuck her with his fingers. “That's right, angel, don't hold back. Make those beautiful sounds for me, let me know how good I'm making you feel.”

Y/N cried out as Matt hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. “Yes, right there --”

“That's my good girl,” Matt crooned. “I got you, angel, let go for me.”

Y/N could feel the coil of an oncoming orgasm tightening in her stomach. “Matty, Matty yes, please, don't stop -- ahh!”

She gasped as she reached her peak, legs shaking as Matt worked her through it.

Matt gently withdrew his fingers before raising them to his mouth, his eyes closing in bliss as he sucked them clean. “Mmm.”

He slowly peeled Y/N’s underwear off of her. “You make the prettiest sounds for me, Y/N. Love to hear you.”

Y/N sat up and pulled Matt to her for a kiss. “Need your cock in me, Matty,” she whispered against his lips. “Want you to fill me up.”

Matt nodded as he took himself in hand, sliding his cock through Y/N’s folds a few times before guiding himself to her entrance. “Gotta start slow, angel, don't want to hurt you.”

Y/N sucked in a breath as Matt joined their bodies together, the snug fit of his cock inside her tight channel making her involuntarily clench around him.

Matt groaned as he waited for her to adjust. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good, so perfect. Love you so much, my angel, my beloved, my wife.”

Y/N let out a soft gasp as Matt slowly drew himself out and pushed back in, the slow, lazy rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her fueling her desire for him. “I love you too, Matty, my husband, my forever.”

She slowly raked her nails down Matt's back. “Can't wait to grow our family with you here in our home, sweetheart, raise our children here together.”

Matt’s hips stuttered slightly. " Shit, yeah, gonna fuck a baby into you as soon as possible, angel, make you come on my cock over and over, taking every single drop of my seed deep inside your needy cunt until I'm absolutely certain I've gotten you pregnant."

Y/N gasped loudly as Matt adjusted his angle, his cock reaching even deeper inside her. "Yes, want that so badly, sweetheart."

Matt slid a hand over her stomach, his cock pulsing against her walls. "God, Y/N, you're gonna be even more beautiful than you already are when you're round and full with my child, with our child. Can't wait to hear and feel the life we'll create together growing inside you."

Y/N whimpered. She could picture Matt gently kissing and caressing her growing stomach as he talked to their unborn child. “Please, Matt. Want to have a baby with you.”

Matt began to rub tight circles against her clit with his thumb as he drove into her. "Don't worry, angel, I gotcha, gonna make sure I come nice and deep in you so your cunt has no choice but to take it all."

Y/N gasped, right on the edge of ecstacy and just needing one little push to send her over. "Fuck, Matty, I'm right there baby, please don't stop."

Matt growled deep in his chest. “That's right, sweetheart, be a good wife and come for me.”

He dropped his voice into his Daredevil tone. "You're mine forever, aren't you, Mrs. Murdock ?"

"Oh fuck, yes, yours , Matt, always --" Y/N cried out as the coil inside her snapped.

Matt slammed into her twice more before finding his own release, his cock pumping his seed deep inside her throbbing cunt. "Shit, Y/N ."

Y/N wrapped her arms around him and hummed in bliss as she began to descend from her sex-induced high. “Mmm.”

She shivered as Matt stroked a hand through her hair then down her arm to her side.

Matt gave her a tender kiss before carefully pulling out of her.

He lay on his side and reached for Y/N, caressing her cheek with one hand while wrapping the other around her waist. “I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you, angel.”

Y/N snuggled up to him and hummed as Matt began lightly tracing his hands up and down her back. “I am too, Matty.”

She was silent for a few moments. “You know, you always thought I was your guardian angel, but actually I think it was the other way around.”

Matt's hands paused as he tilted his face down towards her. “Really?

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I mean think about it. You were literally the answer to my prayers, Matty.”

Matt chuckled. “Ironic that I grew up to become a vigilante known as ‘The Devil of Hell's Kitchen’ then.”

Y/N huffed out a laugh. “In that case I guess you were actually my ‘guardian devil’, but the sentiment still stands. I am who I am because of you.”

She gave Matt a kiss. “Now, how about we keep practicing making our own little devil?”

Matt rolled onto his back, guiding Y/N to lay on top of him. “That sounds like a great idea, angel. After all, you know what they say -- practice makes perfect.”

#lotmf writes #AoG Masterlist #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader

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corporalicent · 11 months

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first kiss

alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen

sinopsis: they were of age to start to find husbands, but one thing they were worried about is: they didn’t know how to kiss.

a/n: english isn’t my first language, sorry! this is the universal experience of ‘oh i don’t know how to kiss, can you help me?’ (please tell me it's a universal experience)

ao3

They were getting closer to an age where young girls started to see weddings as a goal in life, well that's what their respective families told them.

Rhaenyra had to married someone to countine with the Royal family, and Alicent had to married so her brothers would've better matches in the future.

Either way, marriage was in the horizon.

Lady Alicent was very excited to start this phase of her life, maybe because all the attention from her family has on her.

"Oh, I can't wait to meet my future husband", the Lady said as she walked from one side of the room to the other.

"I don't get the excitement, to be honest", replied Rhaenyra. The Princess' reaction was the opposite to Alicent's. She wasn't ready to be a wife or a mother. She didn't want that responsibility.

"Well, you always get this type of attention. This is the first time I got it", Alicent said. "Besides, I want a big wedding where everyone in the Kingdom is invited. A beautiful gown and a handsome groom", she twriled while imaginng her perfect wedding.

"And who would be your groom?", Rhaenyra asked rather jealous. "Oh, I don't know. Someone noble from a good house and a good reputation".

"Or maybe a bastard", she replied jokely. Alicent's face dropped at her comment, and that was enough of Rhaenyra to made her laugh hard. "Don't you mock me, father would never let me go down on that horrible pathway", she said seriously.

"But, can you imagine that day? And finishing the beautiful ceremony with a lovely kiss-", she stopped the sentence with a worried face.

"Oh, what happened?", Rhaenyra asked also worried. "I don't know how to kiss", the Princess laughed at the worry of the Lady.

"Don't laugh, this is serious", she said and Rhaenyra let out a small 'sorry' as she continued to talk. "What if my husband doesn't love me for the way I kiss? Or worse, what if I'm a horrible kisser?", she started to walk from a side to the room to the other... again.

"Well, I can teach you", she said confiendly. Alicent stopped her walk to look at her, "Wait, do you know?".

"Oh yeah", she lied. "It's not as hard as you think. Come here", she made a gesture to her to made sit next to her.

She sat as fast as she could next to Rhaenyra, who was a little bit nervous. "So, what should I do?", she asked.

Rhaenyra took Alicent's hair that was in her face and moved it. "I think you just... need to feel the conexion with the other person", she said.

"Oh, if that was so easy", the Lady argued. "I can show you", she replied quickly. Alicent just nodded slowly.

Rhaenyra took corague and got closer to her friend. Her eyes closed as she felt Alicent's breath, maybe because she saw people closing their eyes to kiss or because she was scared.

Her lips touched the Lady's lips. Both of them could feel their skin getting hotter and red as small touch continued. Rhaenyra's mouth opened a little bit, making Alicent's do the same. And their tongues went into each other's mouths.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, while their saliva mixed with each other and their tongues danced together.

Alicent took a step back with a small smile from that experience. "So, am I a bad kisser?", she asked.

"Not at all", she replied quickly. "I mean," she said with shame, "your future husband would think you're a good kisser".

"I had a good teacher", she said as she kissed Rhaenyra's cheek as a thank you.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfics #rhaenicent #rhaenicent fanfic #alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #alicent hightower fanfic #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen fanfic #corporalicent fics

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ryusuisloveinterest · 5 months

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Hiiiii!! Hi enjoyed the domestic headcanon very much!! Could you write what would be a date with husband!Ryusui please ? I just love him so much he’s my n°1 anime crush🤭.

Welcome back girlypop! I understand i love love Ryusui❤️ i assumed you wanted a drabble so that’s what I wrote. It’s kinda long but I hope you like it 💕

A date with your husband, Ryusui

It’s a good thing you aren’t claustrophobic, because the amount of people surrounding you right now is absurd. Makeup artist grabbing your face, tailors finishing sewing the dress/suit you’re already wearing, and hair stylist yanking and putting up your hair. You were used to it at this point, after all you had been modeling for years now. I’m fact it’s exactly how you met your husband, Ryusui. Right before the petrification of everyone in the world, the Nanami Conglomerate wanted to venture out and produce things besides ships. They started producing jewelry, perfumes and colognes, even kitchen utensils. But when they starting making clothes, that’s when you were called in. Very soon, you were one of the Nanami Conglomerates top models. There was photo shoot where you had to showcase watches; you were told you’d get a partner to pose with, but you didn’t think it be the heir of the Nanami Conglomerate himself. Safe to say you both adored each other. Even after everyone was petrified, you two thought about each other, and when Ryusui was revived, he wouldn’t dare do a thing without you by his side. After all the work and finding out who the Medusa really was, he bent down on one knee and asked to you to be his forever and in return he would be yours. It’s been a few years since that fateful day, having been married for two of them.

You take one final breath before stepping out on the runway, everyone clapping and cameras flashing. There’s one distinct voice that sticks out above the rest… “(Y/n)! Over here! You look so beautiful my amazing wife/husband/partner! “ You can see the people around him get annoyed (especially the photographers) but he could care less. Right now all he wants to do is support his partner

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After the runway, and the close up photos, AND the after party, you sit in the back seat of a limousine with Ryusui with socks and sandals, one of his sweaters, and some sweatpants. You lean onto his shoulder, exhausted from the hectic day. “You did amazing love! That’s no surprise though, you’ve been this good from the first time I met you.” You softly smile, his words never stopped making your heart flutter. “Thank you darling…” you whisper back. “Why don’t you get some rest for a while? We’ll be home shortly.” You nod and take a short nap, falling asleep to the sound of his breath.

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A few minutes pass when Ryusui wakes you up. As your eyes flutter open you can tell you’re not at home, but you know exactly where you are. Ryusui opens the door for you helping you out of the limo. You follow him into the woods, leading to a small picnic on the edge of a cliff. It hasn’t changed since he proposed to you. There were small candles glowing, flowers placed on the ground, and a small speaker with your favorite music playing. “What’s all this for love?” You question to him. He laughs, “Do you not know the date today?” The date? It’s just November 17….oh shit. “Oh my gosh, Ryusui I’m so sorry it just slipped my mind!” How could you forget your anniversary?? Ryusui treats you like a queen every day and you didn’t even remember to get him a gift for your anniversary? “Please forgive me Ryusui! I can’t believe I forgot! With the rehearsals and the fittings and-“ Ryusui laughs even louder this time. “You think I’m upset? Dear I know how busy you’ve been this month, I see how tired you are when you get home. I haven’t even seen you draw I’m forever!” You smile at him, how were you so lucky? “Come love, let me spoil you.” He helps you sit down, opening the picnic basket with your favorite foods and treats. You sit together for what feels like hours and enjoying each other’s company. You shared kiss after kiss, on your lips, on your cheeks, your nose your neck. The wine bottle and grapes are finished along with the snacks sandwiches. As your laughter dies, you can hear one of your favorite songs, the first song you and Ryusui danced to when you were married. “Do you hear you the song darling?” You ask him. “How could I not? It’s the song that reminds me of you.” He stands, offering his hand. You take it as he lifts you gently. One hand holds your hand and his other on you waist; your hand on his shoulder. Your bodies touch as you two dance, your head leans on his chest, his heart acting as the best melody. “Happy anniversary Ryusui…” you whisper to him, kissing his chest. “Happy anniversary (y/n), I love you so much, more than you’ll ever know.”

#dr stone #ryusui nanami #ryusui nanami headcanons #ryusui nanami x reader #dcst #dr stone headcanons #ryusui x reader

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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Reception

Summary: Odin gives Asgard another reason to celebrate.

Word Count: 4600

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Chapter Index

The newlyweds were escorted out of the front of the arena to their awaiting carriage. It was open-air in style, gold exterior with plush green velveteen benches. Pulled by twin black mares dressed in gold. Loki held his wife’s train as she climbed in, then joined her by her side. Two footmen climbed onto the back, and the driver took the seat at the front.

“Ready to head back, Your Highnesses?”

“Lead the way, good man.” Loki smiled at the driver as he took up the reins.

Einherjar followed as the carriage pulled away. Next in the procession was the King’s coach, followed by His Lordship.

The visitors who did not fit in the arena were waiting just outside the gates. Loud cheers and applause followed them out to the forest. The couple waved and smiled at the crowds. Sigyn even blew kisses to the children they passed.

As they entered the forest, they got a short reprieve from the people. They settled back on the bench and twined their hands together.

“You took my breath away today,” Loki said as he held her chin in his hand, watching her fidelity swirl around her like a leaf caught in the wind.

“Do you like the dress? I had them change the neckline last minute. I love the way you look at me in off-the-shoulder gowns.”

“Am I so obvious?” Loki chuckled as he ran his fingers down the side of her neck, across her collarbone, and over her shoulder.

“The eyes do not lie.” She leaned over and kissed him.

“I love your dress, my sweet. I had to stop myself from falling to my knees when I saw you walking toward me.”

She put her hand on his chest and smiled widely. “I had to stop myself from sprinting to the altar; you looked so good standing there. My handsome husband. Please say you will let me braid your hair sometime?”

“I would enjoy that.” He picked up her hand from his chest and kissed her on her ring.

“This ring is breathtaking. I love it so much.” She held out her hand to admire it.

“I am happy you like it.”

“I love it.” She kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Did you choose this yourself?”

“I did. But I did show it to your mother first. She seemed to think it was suitable.”

“She was right. I will never take it off.” She looked down at Loki’s flat gold band. “Were you hoping for something more… just more?”

“No, sweetling, this is perfect.” He traced his thumb over the smooth metal.

“Your hands are already so beautiful. I did not want your ring competing.”

“My hands are beautiful?” He chuckled.

“Oh, yes! So large,” she picked up his hand and held it up to hers, “Your hand makes mine look tiny. They are strong yet gentle when gentleness is called for. You move your hands with such fluidity and grace. It is mesmerizing.” She flipped his hand over and ran her fingers over his palm.

“The daggers you fight with do not leave callouses in the same manner that swords do, so your hands are soft on my skin. And these devious fingers… mmmm… I have had pleasant dreams about these long, agile fingers.” She placed his hand on the side of her face and nuzzled his palm.

He was about to offer to let her sit on his fingers when she looked at him with sweet eyes and asked how he was feeling today.

“I am much improved. No need to worry about me.” He leaned over and kissed her sweetly. Holding her head in his hand, he pulled back to look at her adoringly. “You are my wife.”

“I know! Finally.” She laughed, “I have been dreaming of this day since I was a small child.”

“I never thought I would have a wife.”

“That just proves that you do not know everything.” She wiggled her left hand at him, showing off her ringed finger.

“I know you love me,” he grinned at her.

“I do. I am madly in love with you. I love you so deeply it hurts.”

He cocked one eyebrow up at her. “Tell me where it hurts, kitten. Let me kiss it and make it better.”

She smacked his arm, “Behave. We are almost out of the forest.”

“Fine,” he laughed. “At least let me hold you until we are back in the public eye.”

She snuggled closer to his side, and he tucked her under his arm. Her tiara was poking him under his chin.

“Can we lose the regalia for a moment, Princess?”

“Okay. But only for a moment. I may sleep in it. I love it so much.”

“As long as it is the only thing you wear when you come to bed.”

Sigyn laughed as she held the delicate tiara in her lap. “Are you telling me I should not have spent a small fortune on new lingerie?”

“Hmmm… I think naked is better. But do wear all the pieces for me to try and change my mind.”

oOXOo

Bells were ringing in the capital as they made their way back to the palace. As they entered the palace gates, they smiled and waved to the citizens as they passed.

Loki helped Sigyn out of the carriage and made their way up the stone stairs to the courtyard. The gathered crowd started calling for a kiss.

“Should we give the people what they want?” Loki asked when they made it to the top of the steps.

“I think it would be in bad form not to.”

“Hold onto your tiara, my sweet.”

Before Sigyn could process what he had just said, Loki had her in his arms and was dipping her backward. Her hand flew to catch her tiara as his lips claimed hers. The crowd erupted. He broke the kiss and grinned at her.

“Stand me up this instant, Mischief.”

He gave her a quick peck on the lips, then swiftly pulled her up to standing. She adjusted her tiara and then pulled him down for another kiss. This one lingered. Slow and sultry.

“That was a proper kiss, Your Highness.” She breathed against his mouth as she pressed her forehead to his.

“Kiss me like that again, and I will take you right here on these stones.”

She let out a breathy laugh, “Promise?”

He gave her a low growl and pulled her hips against his, “Would you like that, kitten?” His voice was low and close to her ear, “Would you like for me to fuck you while all of Asgard watches?”

Heat instantly coursed through her entire body. A scarlet blush painted her neck and chest, and she let out a stuttered breath.

“Oh, you would, wouldn’t you? Are you wet just thinking about it?” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

She swallowed thickly, “Maybe.”

“Have you participated in exhibitionism before? Or is it just something you read about in your naughty books?”

She shook her head, “No.” She licked her lips, “I am unfamiliar in both regards.”

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun together.” He kissed her forehead slowly before turning to watch as the King’s coach pulled into the roundabout.

Sigyn hadn’t even heard the coach approaching. She quickly tried to regain her composure as the King, Queen, and Crown Prince made their way to the stairs. Loki had a Cheshire grin on his face as Thor bounded up the steps two at a time. He pulled him into a firm bear hug.

“Congratulations, Baby Brother!”

“Easy on the ribs, please.” Loki managed to squeak out.

“Sorry.” He released him and held him by the shoulders. “You are a married man!” He shook his head, “I cannot believe it! And such a pretty wife.” He turned his attention to Sigyn.

She curtsied, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“What are you doing, Princess?” He picked her up and twirled her, “You are my sister-by-law now. You do not have to curtsey to me any longer, and you may call me as Loki does.”

She smiled sweetly at him, “I appreciate that, but I would not feel comfortable calling you a big lumbering oaf.”

He let out a booming laugh, and Loki chuckled as he smiled proudly, “One hour as your wife, and she is already wielding your clever barbs.”

“Do not fault me, Brother. She has always been quick with a retort. She burned me the day of our betrothal, right here on this very spot. Do you remember that, darling?”

“Ah, yes. How could I forget? I met the man I was to marry for the first time, and he presented himself looking like something the cat coughed up and smelling of tavern whores. It was made worse when he stood here mute and slack-jawed in front of his people. He made himself an easy target.”

“I was overwhelmed by your beauty.”

“And I was overwhelmed by your breath.”

Thor howled with laughter, “He was retching his guts out moments before you met.”

“Well, it has all worked out, has it not?” She looked up at Loki with stars in her eyes. Her fidelity flared brightly, causing Thor’s fits of laughter to taper off.

Loki brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

The trio bowed to the King and Queen as they reached the top of the stairs. Frigga moved straight to Sigyn, taking her head in her hands.

“Oh, my sweet daughter. What a joyous day!” She pulled her into a warm embrace. “I could not be happier that you are part of our family now.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I am so grateful to have been welcomed so warmly.”

“Please, call me Mother.” She pulled back to look at her with tears in her eyes.

oOXOo

The Royal family stood at the front entry of the palace and welcomed their esteemed guests as they arrived. Sigyn could not recall ever receiving so many hugs in her life. Loki had to lean over and tell her the names and titles of many of the guests. Aside from the Gods, Goddesses, and her own family and friends, most of the people attending the feast were Asgardian nobles, political allies of the King, or people Odin wanted to gain favor with. Sigyn had extensively studied Odin’s and Frigga’s family trees so she would not accidentally embarrass herself in front of her new family.

One of the wedding planners approached Sigyn from behind, “Excuse me, Your Highness?”

After a moment, Sigyn looked to Loki to see why he had not responded to her.

“She was talking to you, Princess,” Loki chuckled.

“Right.” She shook her head, embarrassed. “Yes?”

“Your parents have moved to a parlor to rest before the reception begins. I wanted to see if you would like to take this opportunity to rest your feet and keep them company for a little while.”

She looked to Loki, “Go, sweetling. There is no need for both of us to be here to greet these bloated sycophants.”

The man in front of Loki huffed in indignation.

“Not you, of course, Ambassador.” Loki shook his hand, “You are most welcome. Thank you for coming.”

The man and his wife went inside, and Loki rolled his eyes behind his back.

He turned back to Sigyn, “Please,” He kissed her forehead, “go see your parents. I will come to find you shortly.”

“Very well. My feet are killing me.” She pressed up to him and planted a kiss on his lips.

“We will be in the blue room, Your Highness, if you would like a respite yourself.”

Loki nodded in thanks and watched as Sigyn disappeared into the palace.

oOXOo

“Just through these doors, Your Highness.”

“Thank you.” Sigyn handed off her bouquet and made her way into the parlor.

Her father was sitting in a plush chair with his feet up on an ottoman, fingers laced over his belly, and his head resting on the back of the chair, eyes closed and mouth agape. Her mother had her shoes off and lounged across a sofa, her head propped on her hand.

At the sound of the door closing behind Sigyn, Lady Anderson looked up, startled. She quickly stood and bent into a deep curtsey.

“Mama, what are you doing? Stop that.” As Astrid righted herself, Sigyn rushed to her mother and put her hands on her shoulders.

“Protocol. You are a Princess, are you not?”

“Don't be silly,” Sigyn said with fresh tears in her eyes. “I am just your daughter. Same as I was this morning. Nothing has changed.”

“Of course, it has.” Her mother placed her hand on Sigyn’s cheek. “You may not have been born a Princess, but you are now, in name and title, a Princess. Married to a Prince and daughter-by-law to the King. Your husband is second in line to the throne. Gods forbid if some bad fortune fell upon Prince Thor before he produces heirs, Prince Loki would be crowned, and you would be Queen of Asgard. I am not telling you anything you do not already know, but you must accept that you will be treated differently. It may make you uncomfortable initially, but there is nothing wrong with expecting the respect your new title deserves.”

“Your mother is right.” Lord Anderson stood up from his chair and bowed to his daughter.

“Papa… Please… I am still just your little pumpkin, remember? I do not want that to change.” She was choking back tears as she went to him, and he pulled her into his arms.

“You will always be my little pumpkin in my heart.” He kissed the top of her head. “But you are a married woman now. You will seek your husband out when you need advice, guidance, or reassurance. You will turn to him when you are troubled. He is now the one responsible for your safety and comfort.” He patted her back and chuckled, “He will be the one to have to endure your tantrums when something does not go your way.”

Sigyn laughed through her tears, “I do not throw tantrums.”

“Regardless, yes, we are still your parents.” Her mother gathered Sigyn’s train and draped it over her arm.

“We will always love you with a ferocity that you will never fully understand until you have your own children. But I cannot treat you like Daddy’s little girl anymore. It is no longer my job to spoil you. You have always been My Princess. Now you are Asgard’s Princess. You must answer to your Royal titles and expect bows and curtsies from everyone, even me.” He rubbed her arms.

“Papa…”

She was unexpectedly mourning her childhood; even though she had been fully grown for ages, this transition into womanhood suddenly felt very abrupt. Even though she had been looking forward to this day since childhood, she was overcome by the realization that she would soon not see her parents every day.

She was sure she would get used to the bowing and curtsying and Royal titles, but the fact that her parents would be returning home in a few short weeks weighed her down more than she thought it would. She was missing them already.

“It is going to be okay. You do not need us anymore.” Her mother patted her back.

“That is not true. Do not say that. I will always need you.” She pulled both of her parents into a hug and cried.

“There, there, pumpkin.” Her father gave her his handkerchief, and she dried her eyes and nose. “If your new husband does his job right, you will be too busy to notice our absence.”

“Erik!”

“What? Our grandchildren are not just going to appear out of thin air. We cannot wish them into existence.”

“I know how it happens. That does not mean that I want to think about my daughter-”

“Enjoying it as much as you do?” The Lord grinned at his wife, watching her get flustered.

“Ahh, enough!” Sigyn’s mother started waving her hands about as if she were trying to shoo the thought from the air around her.

Sigyn clamped her fingers over her mouth and laughed as she watched her parents, “Gods, I am going to miss you two so much.”

When Loki found them a little later, they were all three snuggled on the sofa together, with Sigyn wedged between her parents like a small child, her head on her father’s shoulder as she dozed. Loki smiled as he watched the sweet scene, and then his heart sank; Sigyn looked as if she had been crying. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and her eyelids were pink and puffy.

Loki leaned over and gave the Lord a gentle shake. He opened his eyes and made to move, but Loki stopped him, “Please, do not disturb her. I just need to know if she is all right.” He whispered as he sat on the coffee table in front of him.

“She is fine, Your Highness.” Lord Anderson reassured him in hushed tones, “She just got a little overwhelmed thinking about us going home without her.”

“You know you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish. It has been wonderful having you here. I know my father has enjoyed your company greatly.”

“I have been enjoying my stay immensely but must return to the North. As you will come to learn, running that territory is like running a small kingdom, you never truly get time off.”

“I understand.” Loki reached over and stroked the top of Sigyn’s hand. She was clutching her tiara in her lap. “Did she get any sleep last night?”

“A fair bit. I convinced her to take a sleeping draught. It helped her fall asleep, but she was up before the sun. How about you? How did you manage?”

Loki chuckled, “My brother talked me into drinking with him last night. Sleep came to me easy, but it was very late before I had the heart to send him home.”

“It makes for a long day.” The Lord smiled at him.

Loki nodded and sat there thinking about how to bring up the next subject. “My Lord, I have not had the chance to talk to you since we returned from the hunting trip. I am sure you know by now that a false claim was leveled against me.”

“I heard it from a servant. At first, I was livid, as you can imagine. But Sigyn told me everything, and I… well, I am relieved everything worked out.”

“I just wanted you to know… what I am trying to say is… I vowed to remain faithful to Sigyn. I did not make that vow lightly. My previous lifestyle is firmly behind me. I can assure you.”

Lord Anderson was thoughtful for a moment. “No one goes into a marriage with the intention of being unfaithful. We live very long lives, and you are still very young. Circumstances can change before you know it. You may find yourself called away to war for years on end…” He looked at his sleeping wife, “So far from everything you hold dear.” He took a deep breath and turned his attention back to Loki. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes, I believe I do.”

“I would ask that you vow to always be honest with my daughter. It is a far worse thing in a marriage to keep secrets. There is a line from a Midgardian poem that goes ‘To err is human; to forgive, divine’...”

“Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism, Part Two.” Loki stared at his hand as he twisted his wedding band around his finger. “Essentially, anyone can make a mistake. As a collective, we should aspire to show mercy and offer forgiveness.”

“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. While I hope it never comes to this, know the truth may sting for a little while, but a lie will ache forever.”

“Thank you.” He nodded. “Yes, I can always promise to be honest with Sigyn. No matter the circumstance.”

“That’s a good man.”

Loki nodded. He kissed his first two fingers, then placed them lightly on Sigyn’s lips as she slept. She stirred momentarily before snuggling back into her father’s side. “It is almost time to head into the Great Hall.”

“How about you go splash some water on your face…” He nodded towards the bathroom door, “…and I will wake the ladies? Sigyn will wake up hungry. You do not want to be in striking distance.”

Loki chuckled, “Here,” He conjured a bowl of plump green grapes, “this might mitigate some of the damage.”

“Do you know how many fits and tantrums could have been avoided if I had that ability?”

“I can imagine.”

oOXOo

The Great Hall was magnificent—the same boughs of flower garlands from the amphitheater decorated every corner of the massive hall. Wisteria hung from the bottoms of the enormous chandeliers and every sconce along the walls. A string quartet perched on the balcony and played gentle music as the guests filed in.

The long tables were set in with the palace’s most elegant crockery. Crystal goblets glimmered in the flickering light put off by the ornate golden candelabras between the centerpieces' lush greenery. There was a lovely note from the bride and groom in each place setting. The entirety of the cavernous space gave off an air of elegance and enchantment.

A special modification to the dais had been constructed, creating a three-tiered bleacher effect from the top down in a truncated pyramid shape. The Royal family, the wedding party, and the members of the Æsir in attendance would sit at the tables along the middle and bottom rows. The top was a flat platform left empty apart from a single golden pedestal.

Once everyone was announced and seated, Odin started the feast. Loki handed off his crown for the night, relieved to be rid of it. Sigyn insisted on keeping hers on with a knowing smile as she turned down the offer to bring it to the vault with Loki’s.

The Great Hall was brimming with celebration. Toasts were made in honor of the bride and groom. Stories were shared. Wine, ale, and mead flowed. Hundreds of servants bustled about to ensure no cups remained empty for too long.

Loki was amazed that Sigyn had managed not to get a single crumb on her dress. She did not refuse any food offered to her as platter after platter was brought around. A wine glass dangled precariously from her fingers as she leaned back in her seat.

“Are you finished, or do you need me to run out and bring back another boar?” Loki teased her when she finally pushed her plate away.

A pretty, pink blush adorned her cheeks from the wine she had consumed, “Ah, my handsome husband, God of Jokes.” She leaned over and kissed him.

A loud cheer when up in the crowd. The men had started draining their cups every time the newlyweds were caught kissing. Sitting on the other side of their parents, Thor called over to his brother, drinking horn raised, “Join us, Brother!”

Loki laughed and gave him a dismissive little wave, “You go right on ahead without me. I would like to remember consummating this union tonight.”

Loki looked at his parents, who were between them, “Apologies, Mother.”

“No apologies needed,” she smiled. “You are a husband now. It is your duty.”

“Finally, a job you are actually qualified for.” Thor drained his mead.

Frigga patted Odin’s arm, “We had better get on with the next part before things get too out of hand.”

“I believe you are right.” The King motioned for Henrik and whispered close to his ear. He nodded in reply and set off again.

“Sigyn, dear, how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I feel wonderful, thank you.” She placed her hand high on Loki’s thigh and took another sip from her wine.

“Sigyn, dearest, the King would like to give you his gift now.”

“Oooh, I love presents.” She grinned back at her.

“No, not a present, dear. A gift.”

“Are they not one and the same?”

Henrik rushed back through and whispered something to the King. Odin nodded in response, and his assistant returned to his place along the wall.

“No, child. They are not one and the same.” The King gave her a knowing smile as he stood.

Sigyn suddenly regretted eating so much while her stomach started doing flips as a hush fell over the Great Hall.

“Tonight is a memorable night, indeed. Today we added a new member to my family. Asgard gained a Princess. We gather here tonight to celebrate the union of Loki and Sigyn. A time so joyous. A day already so memorable.”

The room filled with raucous cheers and applause.

Odin held out his hand to Sigyn. She looked at Loki; he was practically vibrating in his seat with excited energy. Frigga gave her an encouraging look, and Sigyn took the King’s hand as she rose from her seat. He led her up the few wooden steps to the platform above the dais.

Sigyn looked down at her parents. They were holding onto each other’s hands. Her father gave her a small smile as her mother chewed her bottom lip.

Odin held up his hand to hush the crowd. “But we have one more reason to celebrate tonight.

“The day I met Sigyn, I knew right away there was something exceptional in her. Now, anyone who has met Sigyn would say that there is something special about her. She is kind, intelligent, and beautiful. She has a warrior’s spirit and a loving heart.

“But I could see more than just what she allows people to see. I could see something much deeper.” He took her chin in his hand and looked at her. His eyes followed something Sigyn could not see.

“To most of you, you look at Sigyn’s face and see her beautiful green irises. As green as the emeralds mined on her father's ancestral lands. But if you could see past those jewel-toned eyes, as I can, you would see something far more beautiful and rare.

“When I first met Sigyn, these flashes were sporadic, and I thought that maybe what I saw was not permanent or weaker than I had first believed. But after I brought her here to meet my son, what I saw only grew brighter with each passing day.

“I am speaking, of course, of the virtuous element that every Æsir must possess.”

Lady Anderson’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Lord Anderson kept his face neutral but focused more intently on the King’s words.

Sigyn’s mind could not comprehend what she was hearing; she stared numbly down at her parents.

Murmurs of excitement rushed through the crowd as a tall, slender Goddess ascended to the platform. She was beautiful. Porcelain skin, cobalt blue eyes, and long honey-colored hair that flowed down her back and stopped past her bottom. A crown of flowers was resting on the top of her head, and a thin pink shawl draped over her elbows. She was barefoot and wore a long, sheer, ivory gown that left nothing to the imagination; there were no undergarments beneath.

A wicker basket was hanging from the crook of her arm. Nestled inside, resting on a bed of apple blossoms, was one single, shining golden apple.

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Eid with him~

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 1.4 K

Author’s Note: Well, another desi husband Jeonghan, and this time, it’s not that long hehe. It’s a small Eid setting. Jeonghan saying meri jaan >>>

please someone make him say these two words PLEASE 😭

Also, I love the name Noor, I just can’t stop using this name.

Eid Mubarak to everyone who’s celebrating!!

happy reading~

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“Noor, Noor, wake up” I felt Jeonghan’s fingers tracing my face, I opened my eyes slowly. I looked at the beautiful pair of eyes, “meri jaan” these two words oh god.

“What’s the time?” I asked still in a sleepy voice, his fingers were tracing my cheeks. “8:30 am” my eyes opened instantly, on realization. We need to leave by 9 am for our work respectively; I was about to wake up hurriedly “why didn’t you wake me up early Jeonghan? We’re going to be late, oh god”

“Noor” he caged me, “Jeonghan…”

“Aaj Eid hai, did you forget meri jaan. It’s a holiday” how could I forget about today, I sighed. I’ve been so busy with work lately, I forgot about Eid. “Eid Mubarak meri jaan” he tugged my hair behind my ears and smiled. The smile which reminds me I’m home, and he is my home.

“Eid Mubarak” he pulled me closer, my head was on his chest. “I need to get up Hannie and help maa in preparing everything.”

“You’re not working today, anymore. Enjoy Eid with resting today” he looked at me and I was looking at him. “You were so busy that you even forgot about Eid today Noor, how is that fair? That’s why go on rest mood and just enjoy Eid with us. Okay?” I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

I don’t remember for how long we cuddled and I got up from the bed once we heard the knock on our bedroom room. Jeonghan went to open the door and I went to take a shower. I was sure it was maa, probably came to wake us up for breakfast. I don’t remember sleeping past 8 am ever since I started working and specially after getting married. So, today waking up at almost 9 am was more than I could ever ask for, I actually needed this sleep and rest.

I wore a cream colour kurti and patiyala, I was searching for the dupatta but I couldn’t find it. I felt Jeonghan walking towards me, “are you searching for your dupatta again?” he can read me so smoothly. I nodded without looking back at him. I felt he came closer to me, his breaths were hitting me, I saw him taking out my dupatta from the upper self, I wondered when did I keep it there.

I turned to look at him, he was holding my dupatta, “yeh lo tumhara dupatta” I took it from him, “I don’t remember keeping it there” I whispered but he definitely heard it, “but I remember keeping it there.” I was looking at down then looked at him. He came closer and trapped me between his arms and wardrobe, “Jeonghan?”

“Haan meri jaan” my heart skipped beats because of him and his words. He leaned towards me, I almost stopped breathing and closed my eyes; I felt his breaths hitting my face and suddenly I felt a kiss on my cheeks and his fingers pinched my nose. “It’s too early for anything Noor” I opened my eyes instantly. He was giving me his famous teasing look with a smirk and a laugh. He teased me again.

I lightly pushed him, and put the dupatta on my shoulder, “You are so annoying, I’m going downstairs” and I heard him laugh.

After having breakfast, I asked maa if I could help her today and she insisted me to rest up today but I wanted to make, kheer for everyone and she finally gave up.

After making kheer for everyone, maa suggested me to apply mehendi. I was about to say no and help her in making dishes but she just insisted and I couldn’t say no to her. She even asked Nishi, my sister-in-law to apply it on me.

After sitting almost, for forty-five minutes, I was done. “and you’re done” she smiled at me. “thank you” she just gave me a look “I don’t take thank you from my best bhabi” I wish my hands were not filed with mehendi fully or else I would've given her a hug. A tight hug which she deserves.

“I lowkey want to see the reaction of Jeonghan when he will see your mehendi” I looked at her, “Why so?”

“Ask him to check your mehendi once dried up and everything” I was about to say something but I saw Jeonghan standing and leaning on the door. He smirked at me, and said “meri jaan” and I can never get it wrong, never ever. I was so flustered and he was so satisfied with it, his face said it all.

“Bhabi, you should go and rest up in your bedroom while wating for this to dry. You’ve a holiday anyway” I diverted my attention back to Nishi

“But”

“No buts, you work way too much and ask bhaiya to keep you company, he is just too jobless and wouldn’t mind to keep you company” she laughed “look at him, he can’t even take his eyes off you right now.” I looked at him and he was just smiling at us. “Sometimes I wonder how does he even work, like you know missing you during his work and I’ve never seen him so lovesick, the way he is for you. Honestly one day I thought he lost his mind when I saw him giggling at his phone and it turned out it was a video of you petting a kitten. He is such a lovesick”

“Stop Nishi” I was getting embarrassed.

“Sach me, aapko pata bhi hai, kitne der se dekh rahe the aapko, usnki jaan jo ho aap” I gave her a look again.

“Acha chalo, you’re done now and it looks like he is waiting for you, now go” I got up and walked towards the door, Jeonghan left the moment I got up from the sofa.

I walked towards our bedroom, I’ve no work anyways so I could just rest today. I entered and almost jumped in surprise, when I heard the voice “Looked like you enjoy Nishi’s company more than me, is that true meri jaan?” I almost got a heart attack.

“Jeonghan!” I looked at him, he was looking sulky, “You almost scared me.” I walked inside and heard him close the door. I didn’t look back and went to sit on the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question Noor” he came to sit beside me, this side of Jeonghan is so rare. “Well… you could tell your sister… to be less adorable and fun around me” I smiled at him

“Am I not fun?”

“Well not more than Ni-” and I couldn’t complete this because he kissed. He was holding my arms carefully, and kissed me more.

He was pressing his lips softly but more on my lips, his lips touched my lips for a brief moment which was meant for teasing, I know him very well, before he could tease me more, he pulled himself back, the feeling of his lips on mine made me miss and crave for more. I was about to pout but he spoke.

“You talk too much at times.” I was in shock, “You are the one who asked!”

“Yes yes I know still you were about to say you like Nishi more.” I was about to say something but he didn’t give me the chance to say anything and put a small gulab jamun inside my mouth, I couldn’t help but to enjoy the taste. I loved it, “You liked it?” I nodded, and he came closer to take a bite of the gulab jamun. I was in shock, he pressed his lips against mine again and this time, one of his hand was on my waist, supporting me from falling backwards on bed. He was the only support I had or else I would've lost balance because of his sudden kisses. This kiss was more like he was telling me, something. He looked satisfied and pulled back. “Gulab jamun is tasty, glad maa decided to make it today.” I was looking at him, and his thumb was caressing my lips, the urge to kiss him was more, why would he tease him. I was looking at his lips, probably unable to say anything more, “Jeonghan” my voice came out low and hoarsh, and in a blink he’s kissing me. Once, twice, until I’ve had a taste and a realization, that I’ll never have enough. He’s holding my waist and my arm, careful about the mehendi, which I almost forgot because of him. Suddenly he’s kissing me harder, harder like it’s a need right now. He kissed me until we are out of breath.

“Your lips taste sweet. Wish I could taste you more just like this.”

“I need to tell Seungcheol to stop giving you flirting ideas like this”

He could see how he flustered me, “you still get flustered everytime I kiss you”

“Eid Mubarak meri jaan”

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