Rushingly Bittersweet, The Series Index

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light.

With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world.

But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge.

Will they let themselves be pulled apart as the dragons dance? 

Warnings: Mentions of rape

Chapter 1: The Bronze Bitch's Daughter

Prince Daemon Targaryen has grown tired of his Lady wife, the “Bronze Bitch” Rhea Royce. But he is not so easily rid of her. She survives not only his brutal attack, but his cruel violation of her. Though she remains broken and weak, she endures just long enough to deliver a child: a girl of silver hair and steely eyes.

Chapter 2: The Bench

On Arianwyn’s thirteenth nameday, a grand reception is held in her honor. Though most guests are not in attendance for the Lady of Runestone, but rather the Princess Rhaenyra, who is mere weeks away from giving birth. But Arianwyn does not care, for Aemond is there. And he has a present for her.

Chapter 3: The Book

Though Arianwyn wants nothing more than to devour the book Aemond gifted her, she finds herself tear her mind from Aegon’s taunting words. But as she recalls a difficult conversation with her cousin and lady’s maid from the night before, she decides that perhaps she does not want to be married – ever.

Chapter 4: Rune of Endurance

Over the next few months, the young scholars begin to make their own translations of the Runes of the First Men. However, the lives of a Prince and a Lady are not all leisure. After a harrowing encounter in the Dragonpit, Aemond needs Arianwyn to comfort him.

Chapter 5: The Funeral

As the Targaryen and Velaryon households gather on Driftmark to mourn the late Lady Laena, Arianwyn is anxious about meeting not only her half-sisters, but her father for the very first time.

Chapter 6: Cold Fire

Having been worse than ignored by Daemon at the funeral, Arianwyn finally comes face to face with her father.

Chapter 7: The Beach

After overhearing a conversation between Prince Daemon and Corlys Velaryon at dinner, Aemond recruits Arianwyn to help him achieve a lifelong dream.

Chapter 8: The Tunnel

On their way back from the beach, Aemond and Arianwyn are confronted by their four furious cousins.

Chapter 9: The Decisions of Fathers

Aemond is permanently maimed, Arianwyn wounded. As their family quarrels over how to deal with the aftermath of the fight, all they can do is cling to each other.

Chapter 10: Prayer

Faced with the possibility of their separation, Aemond joins Arianwyn in prayer.

Chapter 11: Dearest Friend

As Arianwyn adapts to her new surroundings, and Aemond heals from his wound, the pair take comfort in the letters they exchange.

Chapter 12: The Girl in the Tower

With the knowledge that she will not soon be released from her father’s control, Arianwyn finds what comforts she can on Dragonstone, and receives a gift from Aemond.

Chapter 13: The Sapphire

Aemond struggles to adjust to Arianwyn’s absence. But on his fifteenth nameday, Ser Gerold Royce arrives with a bronze-wrapped present.

Chapter 14: The Garden

For the first time in the six years she’s been on Dragonstone, Princess Rhaenyra asks for Arianwyn to join her for a walk in the gardens.

Chapter 15: A Holy Sight

At long last, Arianwyn returns to King’s Landing.

Chapter 16: The Legend of Gahaelon and Aeremys

After being reunited after so long, Aemond has one request of Arianwyn: to read him a story.

Chapter 17: Families

Arianwyn is joyfully greeted by Queen Alicent, Princess Helaena, and her young children. But the happy reunion is soon ended as she is called to attend dinner with her Daemon, Rhaenyra, and their children.

Chapter 18: The Petition

When Vaemond Velaryon petitions the Crown to grant him succession of Driftmark, Arianwyn is faced with her worst fears.

Chapter 19: Final Tribute

Arianwyn delays her escape to attend the King’s family dinner to say goodbye to Aemond. But emotions run high, and a final toast may jeopardize her plans.

Chapter 20: The Library

Daemon confronts his daughter.

Chapter 21: Beneath the Weirwood Tree

Arianwyn meets Aemond in the Godswood.

Chapter 22: The Bedding

To prevent Daemon from contesting their marriage, Aemond and Arianwyn proceed with the Bedding Ceremony.

Chapter 23: The Shears

The following morning, Aemond and Arianwyn tell the Queen of what happened. But they soon realize an important figure is missing.

Chapter 24: The Trial of Brynna Taler

Aemond, Arianwyn, and Queen Alicent race to find Brynna. Larys Strong informs them that she has been taken to the Throne Room by none other than Daemon, who claims that it was Brynna herself that attacked him the night before. Not only that, but he also accuses Aemond of forcing Arianwyn to marry him, and of raping her so that the marriage could not be dissolved.

Chapter 25: The Breakfast

With Brynna safe and Daemon on his way back to Dragonstone with the rest of the Blacks, Aemond and Arianwyn enjoy some time alone. However, they are quickly interrupted by the Queen, her children, and her grandchildren joining them for a family breakfast.

Chapter 26: The Women

Arianwyn, Helaena, Alicent, and Brynna sip tea (and wine) and enjoy a moment of relaxation as the dressmakers and craftspeople of King’s Landing present them with their wares.

Chapter 27: Pillow Talk

Together in bed, Aemond & Aria exchange new vows and old secrets.

Chapter 28: Vhagar & Emrys

Six years after the beach on Driftmark, the Queen of All Dragons and Emrys, the young black dragon called Balerion, Second of His Name, by the smallfolk of King’s Landing, finally meet.

Chapter 29: The Bath

Aemond and Arianwyn relax with a shared bath after their dragonflight.

Chapter 30: Storytime

Arianwyn is summoned to the Queen's chambers to fulfill a promise she made to Prince Jaehaerys.

Telltale Heart

A Frankie Morales x F!Reader one-shot

Rating: Explicit for strong smut, angst angst angst

Wordcount: 14.9k (I’m just as shocked as you are)

Dedications: To @yespolkadotkitty​​ you own my heart!! I love you beyond words, the mostest of them all; and most beloved crowned angst-queen, co-conspirator @thirstworldproblemss​​ Thank you both ever so much for your endless patience with me, talking me off the ledge from deleting and for being the most amazing beta-readers.

Also to @loversandantiheroes​ 🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎉 you amazing genius you! & to @buttercup–bee​ 💖🐝 know that I love and adore you and your beautiful writing.

A/N: Nothing actually happens for 10k words, then they have sex for 8 pages (feel free to skip ahead to the “Spring” section). PLAYLIST SOUNDTRACK

Summary: It’s what always happens in the movies; the man grovels, the woman forgives. There’s a passionate kiss; all is well, cue the credits with a heart swelling cinematic score. But somehow you’re unable to forgive him. 

Photo by Rhendi Rukmana on Unsplash

Maybe the right decision would have been a divorce.

On paper, only a madwoman would have stayed. The man failed a standard drug test at work for cocaine and lost his pilot licence. Then still under suspension, he’d left the country for a month-long stint (promising it’d only be a week). Leaving you and your new baby at home. Leaving you to wonder if this meant you would have to carry on as a single mother from then on. 

When he finally returned, it was with $17,000 deposited in your joint bank account and a haunted look in his eyes, attached to a poorly made up lie.

And as you were contemplating whether to stay and forgive; or leave and resent him forever, your family and friends all told you that: ‘sometimes good people make bad decisions. They fuck up, but it doesn’t mean they’re bad. Just human, capable of making mistakes.’

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Could you do one where the reader is Steve harrington sister and in a relationship with Eddie Munson?

His hair isn't soft on your palms, never was. Even still, it feels better than anything else you've had in your hands. His lips, plump and slightly chapped, let out little huffs of breath as your own ravage his neck with small nips and kisses.

You smile against his skin, and he looks down curiously, a dazed expression dancing on his face.

"What is it, hmm?" He mutters, poking your sides and grinning.

You grin back at him, leaning up to kiss him on his nose. "I just... I feel like a fucking freshman right now, making out behind the school."

Eddie snorts, leaning his head back against the brick behind him. "You're such a dork."

You smirk, leaning forward to take his bottom lip between your teeth. He sighs, meeting your lips with his own, sliding an arm around your waist-

"Hey! Dickwad! You're gonna make me late for work!"

You and Eddie violently pull apart as you recognize Steve's gravelly voice.

"You're a fucking peeping tom, Steve!"

"Shitbird!"

"Cuntbag!"

"Bongwater!"

"Jesus," you mutter under your breath, rubbing your thumb on the nape of Eddie's neck.

"You coming to the campaign tonight?" He asks, but he already knows the answer. You haven't missed one this year, you're too immersed in the story, and too happy to see Eddie happy. He doesn't care who wins, who's in his party, only that the club is cared for, and cares for the game itself. You wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Hell yeah, Eds." You give him a quick peck on the lips and part from him completely, taking in his sunkissed eyes, his freckles, his hands as they part from your waist. "I'll see you tonight, sweets." You smirk.

As you make your way to your brother's car, you feel two pairs of eyes on you. You feel a warmth in your cheeks as you open the door, slamming it shut once you find your seat.

"You be careful with him, aright?" Steve pleads as he steers away from Hawkins High.

You roll your eyes, rolling down the window. "You don't even know him, dweeb." You gently punch his arm as he drives away.

~

Pls i love him so much-

Thunder ⛈

Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: A huge storm rocks Bogota, knocking out the power. Javi has his hands full trying to soothe his frightened wife, but his patience is pretty thin, and it leads to more than she expected.

Warnings: Rough!Javi, rough sex with a timid inexperienced reader. Biting, hair pulling, Think of THAT scene in season 2...you know what I mean👀👀. Mentions of a controlling Parental figure, self doubt. VERY outdated thoughts on being a wife/women. Also age gap kinda.

Word count: 5.5k+.....i know. I write way too much.

A.N.: So this is part one of two, and I was almost going to make this as an OFC, but then I'd have to rewrite the whole thing and...no. But I am planning on turning this into a series, starting with how the two of them met, because let's face it...how the hell is Javi with a girl like this?

As the lights flickered at the Embassy, Javier realized he should have listened to you this morning. You warned him the weather was going to be bad today, but he didn't want to listen. You were standing by the open sliding glass door to the balcony, coffee in hand, watching the sun rise over Bogota. He had just stepped out of the bathroom, towl around his waist, hair still dripping from his shower, yawning, as he rounded the corner and saw you. You were awash in a pinkish golden light as you watched the horizon, making him stop in his tracks, taking you in. He quietly came to your side and placed a kiss to the top of your head, before heading into the kitchenette to grab a cup of coffee for himself.

"Come home early tonight, Javi." You had told him sternly.

He sighed, annoyed, as he put the carafe down a little harder than he ment to. "Why?" He grumbled

"The sky, look at it." He came back to your side, to see the clouds were a mix of firey oranges and blood reds. He looked back to you, a slightly perplexed look on his face, he always doubted your superstitions.

"What about it? Does that mean 'Bad Luck' where your from?" He asked, rubbing his sleepy face.

"Not exactly," you said softly, eyes fixed to the sky,"Bad weather. When the sky would turn this red in the morning we would always bring the goats inside."

He shook his head and mumbled about you being a 'Hillbilly' before walking away from you.

"Hillbilly?" You asked, eyes narrowed as you watched him return to the kitchen,"What does that mean?"

"The news said it's only going to rain today." He said matter of factly, ignoreing your question."You always think too much."

You only frowned at him, brows furrowed,"What do they know?"

Now, at quarter to 4, he was grabbing his keys and putting on his coat. Ready to bolt out of the Embassy, curseing to himself for not listening to you. Knowing he was going to be chewed out completely by you, knowing you were alone, at home, scared.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Murphy asked as he watched him gather his things.

"Home, if the powers flickering here than the power in our building is definitely out. I'm not leaving my Wife home alone in this."

"This?" Murphy scoffed," It's barely even drizzling-" he was cut off when the power went out for a second, only to return.

Javi only shook his head, and headed out.

Murphy gave up, and shrugged," Well God Speed...fucking jackass." He mumbled as he returned to his work.

Stepping outside the sky was only overcast above him, a slight drizzle falling through the humid air, granting little relief from the soup thick heat, but off in the distance a thick line of night black clouds crept closer to the city. Deep rumbles of thunder rolled through the air, the storm closing in. You were right, it was going to be bad.

By the time he made it to his block the rain had started coming down in sheets, the streetlights on the block were out, and the windows of the building were all black. He was soaked to the bone as he entered the apartment. The whole space was bathed in a warm glow, your massive collection of prayer candles the only source of light, every flat surface covered in them. He made a note to scold you on the obvious fire hazard this posed, but he was more concerned with finding you in the dim light. He called out to you, locking every lock on the door. The sound of the bedroom door opening got his attention just as you poked your head out.

"Javi?" You sniffled.

He made his way over to you, pulling you to him, not caring that he was drenched "Are you alright?" You nodded and squeezed him, dampening your clothes.

"I just....the thunder...I don't like the thunder. And then the lights went out, and I was alone-" A loud clap of thunder hit, making you jump, crying into his chest. He ushered you over to the couch and made you sit.

He looked around as he took off his jacket, rain water dripping onto the carpet, "This place looks like a Cathedral...or a low budget porno."

You give him a glare that he could barely see in the dim light, but he could definitely feel it. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, and wrapped it around you before kneeling. His forehead against yours as he stroked your thigh, whispering soft words of comfort as you tried to stop sniffleing like a child.

"Its just a little thunder," he said softly, taking your hands, trying to distract you from the clap that echoed in the air," Its nothing to be afraid of, Ok?"

You collected yourself, drawing in a few shuddering breaths and nodded. He kissed your forehead before standing up, heading to the bedroom to change out of his drenched clothes. He briefly left to check on Connie, instructing you not to answer the door for anyone but him. You didn't want him to leave you alone in the dark, with the storm pounding against the windows, but you understood. Murphy would do the same for you. You just wrapped the quilt around yourself, trying to breath through each rumble, each flash.

You focused on the words Javier said to you. Its just thunder, it can't hurt you, its just noise, but you were relieved when he called to you through the door. You quickly unlocked the door, the deadbolt, and undid the chain. As soon as he stepped through, you resecured the door, Javi even wedging a dining chair under the knob, bracing the door even further.

Connie had declined the offer he gave to stay the night in his apartment, the baby was sound asleep and she didnt want to risk moving her and waking her. He tried to debate her, when the power goes out here it brings out the worst in people; break ins, looting, ect. But she insisted she'd be okay. He gave her the same instructions; bar the door, dont answer for anyone but him or Steve.

As the day drew the two of you sat at the dining room table and he taught you a few of the card games he played as a kid while you both ate cold leftovers and he sipped his whiskey. His hand gripping your thigh whenever a loud crash of thunder made you jump. He kissed your temple, and urged you to focus on the card game in front of you. You snuck glances at him from the corner of your eye,the flickering candlelight reflecting beautifully in his deep brown eyes. You shifted in your seat whenever his attention was pulled to you. Sometimes you wonder if you'll ever get used to his stare.

You were still shy around him, you've been married about half a year, yet you still felt timid. Whenever he would reach to you in the night you would freeze. Not from fear, he never frightened you, it was just his touch was so unfamiliar to you. The feeling of another person's hand on your body was an odd feeling to get used to. You're instinct would take over, making you flinch away, goosebumps breaking out across your skin as he ran a hand up your back. His voice always soft when he asked for you. You always let him, rolling onto your back, your nightgown hitched up around your waist never coming off despite his pleading, the lights off even though he begged to see you. You tried not to make too much noise as he took you, but a breathy moan always left you anyway, making you feel embarrassed.

It took a lot of coaxing from him to get you to be on top, that was only a week ago. You could hear the yearning in his voice. Looking over your shoulder to him, his brown eyes sad. You wanted to say no, that's not how you've been taught to act. But he had a rough week, and he was your husband, you were taught to do as he said. He kept the lights off, your nightgown on, you tried not to make any sounds. But, then he started guiding your hips, making you move in a way you never had before, feeling somthing familiar, your small bundle of nerves grinding against him, makeing you let out an unexpected groan. He half laughed at the sound, urged you on, told you to keep going, how well you were doing. Soon you're head was thrown back as you began to moan and you suddenly didn't mind how hard he thrusted into you. How hard he grabbed your hips, how his hands were everywhere. You weren't sure if you were suppose to enjoy it, but you did. Your mother always told you to lay on your back, and wait till it was over. But it was hard to hold on to that bit of wisdom when he was groaning under you. Now you lay in the dark every night since then, refusing his touch. You layed awake confused, guilt laying heavy on your chest, makeing your stomach ache.

As day drew to evening, you both decied to sleep on the living room floor. You made a nest of sorts out of blankets and pillows next to the couch while he blew out the candles. He agreed to leave one lit on the coffee table, but only until you fell asleep. He had stripped down to just his boxers, and you were in your thinnest nightgown.

"You could just sleep naked." Javi suggested as he laid down. You looked at him, shocked."I'm just kidding." He quickly added, before rolling his eyes.

The thunder was relentless, growing louder, shaking the windows with each roll. Each clap of thunder made you squirm, each violent flash of lightning making you whimper. He rubbed your side, giving you sleepy words of comfort, his hands occasionally dipping down to tease your breast, which you would smack away. He turned with a huff and blew out the candle, ready to sleep. His back was facing you as you lied awake. The thunder echoing through the city, the rain pounding on the windows. A flash lit up the whole room with bright white light, followed immediately with a clap of thunder that shook the building. You cried and flipped over, wrapping your arms around his torso, face buried into his back

He let out a frustrated sigh as he turned to you, this was going to be a long night. He pulled you close, kissing you in between his soft words, stroking your hair as you sniffled. His hand dipped down to your ass, grabbing a handful. You almost slapped his hands away, but the feel of him against you, his lips all over your face and neck made you feel warm, his voice deep and low lulled you into a state of hazy dreaminess.

You gently turned away from him, your back flush against him. His hands continued their groping, his big hands firmly rubbing your hips and side as he kissed your shoulder. You felt heat pool between your legs, shuddering at the feeling, slowly rubbing your thighs together, mindlessly trying to relieve the growing tension. His hands grabbed your hips as he let out a harsh groan in your ear. You felt him begin to stir as your ass had inadvertently started to grind against his growing cock. His hand left your hip and grabbed your chin making you look at him. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could tell his face had grown stern.

"So, you just want some attention then?" He growled,"hm?"

You could only bite your lip, and grind back into him again. Causing him to let out a shaky breath. His grip on your chin grew firmer.

"You're pushing it." He whispered harshly against your ear. You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut. "Or do you like this? Hm?" He let go of your face and pulled the skirt of your nightgown up, dipping his hand into your underwear he let out a harsh breath as he teased your folds, finding you wet. His other hand wound through your hair, giving it a firm tug,"You like this?" He breathed as he slowly circled your clit, you let out a whimpering moan.

"Javier." You sighed as he pulled your panties down tossing them, he frantically pulled down his boxers kicking them off.

"Yeah Baby? What do you want?" He whispered in your ear before placing sloppy kisses on your neck making you groan, his hand teasing your top thigh.

"Javi..." you gasped as he tugged your hair harder,"You, please, mi Vida. Please."

He hooked your leg over his thigh as he took himself in hand, and you let out a shaky breath as you felt him tease your entrance.You could only gasp as he slowly pushed in, hissing in your ear as you were left breathless from the stretch. He let out a deep rumbling grunt as he pushed all the way into you.

"So tight Hermosa." He spat in your ear as you could only wimper from the feel of him,"so wet," he shuddered as he slowly, almost torturous in his movement pulled out," wet for me? Hm?" He teased, pulling all the way from your core before slamming back into you. Makeing you whine,"huh?" He teased softly,"dripping just for me?"

You found your voice and gasped out,"Yes, yes, yes. For you."

He groaned into your neck, kissing it lazily and he began to piston into you, holding you tightly, rocking into you relentlessly, grunting as you could only gasp as the head of his cock struck that place inside that you had only recently discovered. It was enough to make you whine, to cry, but it wasnt enough to make you feel that blissful feeling. You needed more for that, and he knew it. He knew how to get you there, but his fingers were too busy gripping your hair, holding your thigh in place, to touch that special part of you that ached so badly right now. He was too busy, chasing his own pleasure to pay you any mind.

You reached back to him with a sob, your nails digging into his arm.

"Javi! Please! I-"

He slowed, taking in a sharp breath right by your ear, "What? What does my needy little Princessa need, hm?" He almost sounded like he was mocking you. Thunder rolled once more as you both lay still, he was impatiently waiting for you to speak. You lost your voice as you looked over your shoulder to him, lightning streaking across the sky, lighting his face for brief seconds, making him look near monstrous as he scowled at you, teeth bared, his chest rising and falling from him sharp breaths. He yanked your hair harder, makeing you wimper,"What-" he growled, thrusting into you,"Do-" you wimpered,"You-" he hit that spot again,"Need?" You shook.

You found your voice,"Touch me."

"I am touching you." He grinned.

"Javi, please don't-" you were cut off with a gasp as he pulled out of you, releasing his grip from you as he moved onto his knees. Sighing you rolled over to your back, running a shaking hand over your face as you fought to catch your breath. His chest heaved as he breathed harshly through his nose. His eyes glaring down at you in the dark. Another roll of thunder echoed through the city as you sat up on your elbows, "Javi?"

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up on your knees, pulling you flush against him. You instinctively reached up to him to find your balance, wrapping your arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, his nose brushing yours, his breath against your skin. He grabbed your ass firmly, before kissing you, gently at first, his tounge teasing your lips open. You allowed your lips to open for him with a sigh that quickly turned into a sharp cry as he bit into your bottom lip. His short nails digging into your ass as he licked where his teeth had pierced your tender lip. You almost pushed him away, but he attached his lips to your neck, kissing, biting then licking away the pain. His hands under your nightgown working it off of you, pulling away from you just enough to remove it, tossing it to the side before he latched onto your breast.

Thunder cracked though the air again as you whined, your eyes squeezed shut. You weren't sure what you were feeling; pain, pleasure, fear, no matter what you were still dripping as he bit your nipple. Thick fingers ghosting down your belly until they reached where you ached the most. Your nails dug into his shaggy hair as he teased your slit, fingers circling your clit as you gasped. Your thighs shaking as you finally felt some relief. Sighing his name, head lolling to the side, as you felt the approach of that feeling that had long been forbidden for you to feel. Then suddenly, it was gone.

"Javi!" You nearly cried, why was he being so cruel to you tonight? He sat up fully meeting your eyes, gripping your face with a strong hand. Lightning lit up the room, his face was almost unmoved by you're shocked expression. You grabbed onto his wrist,"Javi?"

He loosened his grip, and in one quick movement, he moved aside, gripped your hair, and shoved you down onto your stomach. The air was almost knocked out of you as you landed on the carpet, you scrambled to get up but he only held you down firmer, looking over your shoulder at him. He maneuvered behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling them up until you were on your elbows and knees.

You swallowed hard, your eyes wide, body going cold as he glared down at you. You wanted to sit up, tell him not to take you this way. But then a flash lit the room, and you saw the way he gazed down at you, how his eyes were filled with lust for you, the look of desperation on his face as his took himself in his hand. He shook his head subtlety as he looked at the state of you, finally, finally spread out in front of him. The way he always wanted to see you. Any fear you felt was suddenly replaced with searing heat, your core aching, clenching on nothing as you began to push back against him, wanting to feel him inside you. Needing it. With a sharp breath from him he pushed into you, and he waisted no time, his hips snapping against you as he thrusted into your slick walls.

You're eyes were squeezed shut as you mewed for him. It never felt like this, the pressure from his cock hitting in such a different way, you couldn't stop your whimpers, you used the Lord's name in vain without a care, you swore, making him groan at the vulgar words that spilled from your mouth. Never have you felt this way, behaved so wantonly, you begged for more, harder. And he gave it to you. You lost all control as he pulled you up against him, bracing one arm across your breast, holding you in place as he groaned and bit into your neck and shoulder. His other hand snaking down and circling your bundle of nerves that has been so neglected. You cry,and writh against him, his name a chant as you felt that ungodly yet blissful feeling approach. You screamed, not caring that the thunder didn't cover it, not caring if the neighbors heard, didn't even care if God himself heard. You were in the throws and nothing mattered except for Javier's talented fingers and his harsh groans in your ear as he neared his own release. He followed soon after, right after you buckled against him. He let you crumble back to your hands and knees, forehead against the ground as he continued, hips stuttering as he groaned through it. Until his breath hitched with a swear and his hot seed filled you. He breathed out a few more swears until he shakily pulled out of you, collapsing onto his side as you slowly melted onto the floor, ebbing in and out of consciousness, wimpering as you began to throb.

The last thing you remember was his shaking fingers pushing your hair to the side. The whispering of your name, his lips against your face. Your eyelids softly closed and you found your rest, the thunder faint, the rain a mere tap against the windows, calm settled over the city as you fell into sleep.

***

The sun rose, the unbearable humidity had broke and a cool breeze followed in the wake of the storm. The curtains gently swaying from the morning air flowing through the open windows. Javier groaned as he stretched, his back sore from sleeping on the floor, limbs tangled in the nest of blankets. As soon as he opened his eyes he knew he over slept. The sun was high in the morning sky. He bolted up, and found you seated on the couch in one of his t shirts holding the leaf of one of your aloe plants in your hand.

"Steve stopped by, he said don't come in." You said, your voice sleepy and raspy. "The first floor of the Embassy flooded, no work until its cleaned up."

He sighed and rubbed his face.

"Powers still out?" He asked groggily.

"Yes," you answered, he grumbled and you rolled your eyes. "You'll be fine." You tutted. He turned his head and shot you a look. You only shrugged and continued rubbing your aloe plant on your skinned knees.

He watched you as you winced, guilt hanging over him as he looked at you. Your lip was swollen, neck bruised, elbows and knees rashed with rug burn. He could only imagine the bruises he left behind on your hips. He cleared his throat.

"You okay?" He tentatively asked.

You froze as you thought, looking to him his brown eyes were wide and sad, but then again they were always sad. You turned away from him and nodded. Not wanting to have this conversation, not right now. But he came over to you anyway, kneeling in front of you, taking your hand.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, kissing your fingers" I dont know what came over me last night, I never..." he brushed his thumb over your bruised lip," I cant believe I...I'll never do that again. I promise." He said sincerely.

You swallowed hard, not wanting to look at him. Your eyes were dry and puffy from the crying you did the day before, but still they they stung with the threat of tears.

"Mi vida, please, talk to me, are you ok?"

"I'm ok, Javi,"you said quietly," I'm just...confused."

He rested his chin on top of your knee, his hands moving down to your calves, fingertips brushing over your skin.

"Confused about what, hermosa?"

You gingerly traced the cooling plant against your scuffed elbow, so many thoughts bouncing around your head.

"I dont know." You finally breathed.

"Yes you do, just tell me."

You took a deep breath.

"It's just...last night you were so...rough. So mean. You hurt me, Javi."

"I'm sorry," he said kissing your knee, "I swear, I will never do that again. Everything will be your call, how you want it-"

"I liked it." You breathed, your face burning, before looking away.

He blinked and asked you to repeat yourself because there was no way he heard you right.

"I liked it, Javi. I know I shouldn't, but I did. I liked it."

He sat back, eyes wide as he looked up at you. He nodded trying to comprehend what you said, not even knowing how to respond. His prudish, proper, Church every Sunday, Confession every Wednesday, and Saturday night Mass, makes him leave the room when you change, wont kiss in public wife just admitted she liked being thrown around like a rag doll. He felt himself begin to stir, and given his state of undress there was no way to hide it.

"What do you mean 'You shouldn't'? Shouldn't what?"

You paused, trying to collect your thoughts.

"You know what I mean." You hung your head low.

He was quiet for a moment, brows furrowed trying to find the right thing to tell you.

"Mi vida," he said softly,"enjoying...sex with me doesn't make you a bad person."

"Then why do I feel this way? Why do I always feel like I'm doing something wrong?"

He kept his mouth shut. He wanted to go on a rant; about your crazy mother, how she had you brainwashed, how he loves you. He only took a deep breath and cleared his throat. He told you to look him in the eyes as he gripped your hands.

"You haven't done anything wrong. Nothing. Nothing you have done is wrong." He said firmly, hoping it would finally sink it,"Its okay to want this." He tucked your hair behind your ear as you looked away again. He tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes."look at me, I need you to understand its ok to want this."

You nod, you want it to sink in, listen to him, but you still doubted. You just want the conversation to end.

"So," Javi began after a few moments of silence,"Does this mean...we can start having sex with the lights on?" He asked, half joking while palming your thighs.

You pulled your legs underneath you.

"I dont know."

He grinned up at you," Yes you do." He said as he sat up his nose brushing your cheek. You fought a smile as his mustache tickled you, his lips peppering kisses along your jaw making his way to the spot below your ear that makes you squirm.

"Javi..." you shudder,"I'm still sore."

He kissed your lips tenderly,minding your bruises.

"I know, Baby," he cooed,"let me make you feel better."

You blinked," I already took an asprin."

He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder, his hands still rubbing your thighs.

"That's not what I ment," he smiled, as he kissed your lips again."let me taste you." He purred.

Your eyes went wide, it was early morning, broad daylight. "Um..."

"C'mon baby, let me see you," he whispered raising an eyebrow, his hands skimming underneath the shirt you wore. You sighed against his lips, feeling warm inspite of the tenderness you felt in your core.

You threaded your fingers through his hair,"Will you gentle this time?"

"Do you want gentle?" He asked.

You thought for moment," This time. This time I do."

He smiled with a sigh," Then I'll be gentle mi vida. I'll-"

A pounding knock on the door interrupted him. You clung to him with a gasp as you both froze.

"Peña!" Murphy's voice boomed through the door,"Open up, I know you're in there."

Javi swore and dropped his head with a groan as he left your side to get the door. You squeaked.

"Javi!" You giggled, covering your face. He looked back to you,"um..." he looked down and realized he was naked, not just naked but he was semi aroused. He sighed and grabbed the quilt from the couch and wrapped it around his waist as he made his way to the door as you laughed.

"What do you want, Murph?" He grumbled when he opened the door.

Murphy took one look at him and rolled his eyes.

"Jesus," Murphy mumbled, trying to look anywhere except at Javier,"You couldn't of put pants on to get the door?"

Javier just shrugged and nodded over his shoulder towards you. Your face burned, eyes not knowing where to go when Steve saw you, awkwardly giving you a wave as you pulled the shirt you wore further down your legs.

"We got some intel I need to discuss with you, so if you wouldn't mind letting me in, and for the Love of God put on pants, I'd very much like to discuss it with you."

Murphy came in with a milk crate filled with papers, setting it down on your kitchen counter. You kept your head down while you awkwardly began scooping up the blankets, pillows, and discarded clothing from the floor, before following Javier into the bedroom. He quickly changed into his jeans and a short-sleeved shirt.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, giving you a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll make it up to you."

"Its ok, I think I'm just going to lay down."

"We wont make too much noise," he promised, stroking your arm," Do you need anything?"

You only shook your head. With one last kiss he left you, shutting the door behind him. You made the bed, opened up the bedroom window to let the cool breeze in, and stripped off his shirt. You nestled into the sheets naked your hips tender, lips sore, elbows and knees stinging. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes and sleep but your thoughts just kept bouncing around your head.

Your stomach twisted as you thought back to the words of advice your mother gave you as a girl. How last night you defied everything she taught you, instructed you, demanded of you. You never questioned her, never, but now you had the sinking feeling that maybe she was wrong. Maybe everything she told you about being a wife, or just even being a women, was wrong. You let your husband use you like a whore, he took you like an animal, he was rough and cruel. Worst of all you enjoyed it, you liked how he gripped you, how he groaned, how he breathed your name through ragged breath. Enjoyed how it felt when he was behind you.

You shifted under onto your side, listening to the low murmur of the men talking in the other room. Heard Javis grumblings through the door. Your marriage wasn't what you expected. You always expected to marry someone closer to your age, he'd have a humble job, a humble home, you'd do everything for him; cook, clean, lay on your back,push out babies. You'd live to serve him, and your children, and he'd provide while you looked the other way when he spent his evenings with his mistress. After all that's how your parents marriage was, so why wasn't your marriage anything like that?

Javi hated when you did everything for him, hated that you tried to make yourself his servant, he enjoyed a hot meal to come home to and appreciated your efforts, but that's not how he expected you to be. You heard Steve's voice, and you wondered to yourself if he treated Connie the way Javi treated you. You never quite got over the shock of finding out Connie still worked. She didn't stay at home with the baby, and be the housewife you were always taught to be. Being in Bogota was a culture shock, life was so different than your childhood village. So many women out on their own, not having a man to answer to. This feeling of liberation was hard to accept, you felt more confused each day, not knowing what to do with yourself besides listening to your Mother's voice in your head, always chastising you for everything you did.

Eventually you dozed off, giving your mind a rest, your body a chance to relax and heal. Foggy memories of the night finding it's way to your dreams. The sound of him groaning your name echoing in your dreams, you woke feeling your body humming. You felt a slickness between your legs, you expected to see blood on your fingers when reached down, but there was no blood, only the evidence of your longing. You wanted him. You've always wanted him. You spent all this time denying him. Denying a man who puts his life on the line everyday, a man who promised to always protect you, and you won't even give yourself to him. It wasn't fair. You werent being fair, not just to him but yourself.

You heard him laugh in the other room, and it shot straight to your core. You sighed at the feeling, the scent of him was on the sheets, the sound of his voice ringing in your ears. You needed to feel his skin under your fingertips, your lips, inside you again. You wanted him, you wanted him anyway he'd take you. And you were going to have him again before the day was over. Thats what you decided, what you decided it for yourself.

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the princess and the prince

loki odinson was the darker prince, the one who caused mischievous. he wasn’t warm like thor or the hier to the throne. you are innocent and sweet while loki is rough and mean. yet you still fall in love with him, and for you, he melts.

please send in ideas for soft!loki x sweet!princess!reader

headcanons (mostly in order of events)

loki can’t stop talking about you

loki realizes he’s in love with you

loki asks to court you

loki comforts you when you are insecure

loki shows his magic and makes you feel magical

you kiss loki’s scars

loki celebrates your birthday with you

loki loves how you interact with children

loki visits your lessons with the children

loki being a total softie for his princess

loki needs comfort after getting in trouble

you say i love you first

loki loves seeing you with his mother

loki when his princess has a nightmare

loki doesn’t appreciate being interrupted

his princess becomes needy after their first time

the princess gets hurt by thor

loki accidentally hurts the his princess during sex

the princess gets jealous

loki punishes for teasing him by edging you

you take care of sick loki

alternative universe blurbs (not canon in the current au)

you tell loki that you are pregnant

you get sick while pregnant (nothing serious)

loki frets over your newborn daughter

loki tries to do his daughter’s hair

loki and his twins

one shots

loki gets his first taste

princess in training

loki and the princess’ first time

loki will do anything for his princess

loki returns from a mission

misc.

princess of asgard, moodboard

Forget Me Not

Chapter 1 — Fortuity

Pairing: Ezra x Fem!Reader

Summary: A Soulmates AU - You and Ezra have visited each other in reoccurring dreams since you were young — never having met or seen one another in real life, never even sure the other truly existed. That is, until both your pods dock on the same ship headed toward The Ephrate.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut, xx

A/N: Somebody shoot me why do I think I can just write another multi chapter fic after almost going insane writing my last one. Ezra’s vocabulary alone should have deterred me but alas, I must love to stress myself out.

Let me know what you guys think, if this is worth continuing, if you wanna be tagged, yada yada xx, Kriss

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THEN

It would take at least a cycle and a half for this transport ship to make its way entirely to The Ephrate. Back to the dense, bustling, mainland planet you fucked off of several moons ago with Logan. Let’s go rogue for a little while, he had said, stick our feet in the sand.

So you did just that. Traveling with your lover, not much more than a couple duffle bags between the two of you, and it was refreshing. Hop on a pod with whatever currency you had jingling in your pockets, find a new constellation orbiting a habitable planet on the map, then throw the dart.

The Glades were perfect. Beautiful oceanic moon, black sand beaches. The climate kept your skin glistening happily during the day, body warm to the touch. At night the breeze danced through the billowing curtains of your cozy bungalow, wiped the sweat off both your bodies tangled between the sheets.

You spent every day wrapped in barely enough clothing to cover yourselves, drinking in the sun as you laid across the sand, dining with the locals on fresh aquatic dishes, shopping through markets of the native villages. And the sex was invigorating, when you felt that good all the time, were that tipsy all the time, you couldn’t help but fuck each other senseless.

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LockDown Masterlist

The Avengers compound is under lockdown and you’re stuck with Loki. With anthrax just outside the door, and a bomb set to go off in Loki’s room, can the two of you survive long enough to find out who’s responsible?

Pairing: Loki x Reader (First Person)

Genre: Enemies to lovers, romance, mystery, eventual smut

Inspired by: A Job A Million PRs Would Die For by @saiansha​ and, of course, countless themed bottle episodes on television. 

Setting: 2018 in an alternate timeline where Loki made it to Earth after the events of “Thor: Ragnarok” and Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, and Scott Lang are still on the Raft.

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Parts 

Part I: Bottle Episode

Part II: My Dinner with Anthrax

Part III: Oldie but a Goodie

Part IV: The Good in People

Part V: Someone Who Screams, “I Want to Kill Loki.”

Part VI: The Closet

Part VII: Dead Cat Society

Part VIII: Say, You Wanna Dance?

Part IX: Sister

Part X: Hand Held

Part XI: Ask, What Do Demons Want?

Part XII: Favourite Anything

Part XIII: Confessions

Part XIV: Theodore

Part XV: Forget the Rest

Part XVI: Frog Catchers

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Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

General Warnings: Age gap (legal), single dad!Frankie, long distance relationship, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, mild ddlg dynamics, mild dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, voice kink, phone sex.

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Frankie x Reader: Hunt, howl, and hatch. "All the doors are open 'cause thr air conditioner's busted."

SIgh. I love one (1) flannel boyfriend so much.

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You stared at the house, a low sigh escaping your lips as you realized that you were going to have to step out of the cool comfort of the car, where you had kept the air conditioner blasting since you’d gotten in. A heat wave was sweeping through the area; it was getting to the point where you could step out the front door and immediately be drenched in a layer of sweat. Curse summer, you thought to yourself, the worst season.

Your eyes narrowed when you looked closer and found that the front door was open, the screen door providing the only barrier. The windows all appeared to be thrown wide open as well. Groaning, you grabbed your keys and opened the door, ready to give Frankie the 3rd degree as to why he had everything open instead of closing off to keep the cool air trapped inside.

A few beads of sweat almost instantly dripped down your face and you hastily wiped as you trudged inside. Frankie’s truck was there, and you knew he was home before you today. You were looking forward to a cool reprieve, but you might have to stick to a cold shower.

“Frankie?” you called out as you stepped into the front door and shut it behind you. Something was immediately off when you realized that the low hum of the air conditioner wasn’t reaching your ears. Shit, “baby?”

A minuscule groan met your ears as you walked into the living room and found the french doors to the backyard open as well. But your husband was nowhere to be found. Walking over to shut the doors, a small yelp escaped your lips as you almost tripped and fell over a pair of long, tan legs. He sat up bolt right in a flash as he caught you and prevented what could have been a nasty fall, “honey, are you okay?”

“Holy shit, Francisco!” you plopped on your bottom with a small oof before taking him in. He was there in nothing but his boxers, a small sheen of sweat covering his whole body. Under any normal circumstances you would have definitely taken advantage of the situation, but right now you were simply not in the mood, “what the hell are you doing on the floor...in your boxers?”

“It’s hot,” he stated simply, “all the doors are open ‘cause the air conditioner’s broken. I’ve called every place in town but they’re all slammed right now. They can’t come until at least tomorrow.”

Your mouth dropped before you sighed heavily; you wanted to be annoyed or mad, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t Frankie’s, or anyone else’s fault....just extremely bad timing and inconvenient, “of all the times. But Frankie, mi amor, you’re supposed to keep everything closed up to keep the heat out, not let it in.”

“I was hoping there would be a breeze,” he gave you a sheepish grin as you reached over and ruffled his dark locks, “I can’t believe I didn’t remember that.”

“You’ve got a lot going on, baby,” you couldn’t but smile as he keened into your touch, “but sometimes I wonder if you possess any common sense.”

“Hey!” he pouted at you, those damn lips inviting as ever as you leaned over and gave him a small kiss. Instantly his frown turned into a smile, his dimples standing out brilliantly on his handsome face, “I guess I forgive you.”

“I’d offer more,” you winked at him, “but it’s too damn hot.”

“Take your clothes-”

“Francisco Morales,” your eyes widened as he pointed at himself, and you quickly realized what he meant, “oh.”

“It’s not much, but it helps a little bit,” he insisted as you nodded, reaching up and starting to pull of your top as he tried to not to appear too eager. A little smirk crossed his features when he realized you were wearing your black lace bra. He was a simple man, he appreciated some good looking lace, "maybe you should keep your clothes on. You're gonna make it too hot in here."

"Shut up, you big dork," you tossed your shirt to the side, giving him a playful nudge before starting to shimmy out of your jean shorts. He let out a small groan at the sight of the matching panties, "like what you see?"

"You're fucking killing me, honey," he groaned as he laid back down and let out a long breath, "looking like that. God, I love you so much."

"Or you're just horny," you laid down next to him, already feeling slightly better from the loss of your clothes. Frankie brought a hand to your face, gently running his fingers over your cheek. The mildest of breezes had finally arrived, and you let a small sound of content, "I love you so much, Frankie."

He leaned over to kiss you, gently nuzzling his nose against yours. The warmth of his body next to yours was almost too much, but you didn't mind, you loved being close to him.

"I have an idea," he said suddenly and you couldn't help but giggle. You dragged a finger along his nose, before stopping and giving it a kiss. You loved his nose, it might have come of your favorite things about him.

"What's your brilliant plan? Is it as good as opening all the windows and doors?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, baby," his hands went to your hips as he pulled you closer, his touch magnetic on your warm skin, "what's your plan?"

"Cold shower," he said with excitement, and you broke into a fit of laughter. He hadn't realized just what he had said at first before it dawned on you.

"I told you that you were just horny," you teased as you sat up, quickly moving to straddle his waist as a wicked idea popped into your head. Frankie just groaned as his hands found purchase on your hips, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," he murmured before sitting up right, holding onto you and picking you up as he started to heading towards the bathroom, "it's time for a cold shower."

"It won't be cold for very long!"

"That's the plan, sweetheart," he almost growled in your ear, "that's the plan."

Chapter 1: Noise

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series.

Pairing: Javier Peña (towards the end of season one) x F!Reader

Summary: The reader and Javier find themselves in his bed more and more often, but when the reader decides to confront her emotions and put a halt to their meetings, everything seems to just go more and more south.

Warnings: swearing, violence, mention of vomiting and sickness, angst, smut 18+

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“Leaving so soon?”, he questioned, sheets barely covering his naked figure.

You looked over your shoulder as you zipped up your pencil skirt. “I’d rather not have Murphy see me walk out of here”, you muttered, stuffing your blouse into the waistband.

He chuckled lowly, sitting up to press a series of kisses to the back of your neck. “Murphy is a blind hillbilly, princesa, just stay a little while longer”, he cooed, gently sucking on the sensitive skin of your throat.

Despite wanting to give in to his sweet promises and lustful words, you knew better. This was just the type of man he was, purely driven by sex and his own libido. So you took a deep breath and shied away from his sinful touches. “I’ll see you at the office Peña”, you sighed, gathering your purse from the floor and heading for the front door.

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