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[inkdrinkerworld]

“It finally came!” You squeal as you shut the front door with your foot. You’re still in your green and pink striped pyjamas and you’ve got a bit of bed head, but Jack thinks you look as gorgeous as ever.

“Your books, pretty lady?” He looks up from his sudoku, glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

You’ve been raving nonstop about them and when you had finally ordered them, Jack swears you tracked the package’s every move.

“Mhm,” you set the box down next to him and run into the kitchen for a knife. You’re nearly sprinting on your way back, but a raised eyebrow from Jack slows you into a brisk walk. “I hope they aren’t damaged, they’re special editions.”

He’s well aware, but he smiles and says, “We’ll return and replace them if they are, sweetheart.”

You nod, hair coming loose from the hair tie keeping it off your skin. You’re practically vibrating as you open the box and sift through the packing paper to find the books.

You pleased gasp and the reverent way you hold the books makes Jack even happier he chose express shipping. “Look at them!” You thrust them both in his direction and he chuckles.

“Come up here and tell me about them,” he’s got to be bored of hearing about the fictional war in a kingdom that doesn’t exist, but he happily listens because you get so animated and so happy and who is he to begrudge you?

“Am I talking your ear off?” You ask when you stop to take a breath, suddenly conscious of the fact that you’ve been jabbering for at least twenty minutes now; Jack just shakes his head ‘no.’

“I love listening to you chat about your books, sweetheart.” He kisses your nose that’s only getting hotter as your body heats from his words. “I love listening to anything you have to say.”

[ickology]

18+ ⫶ MR. FAUX SYMPATHY ℘ requested jack abbot who fakes sympathy while cooing you through overstimulation .

you don’t know which one is worse. the way jack’s hips are angled with the cruelest precision, the head of his dick charging sweet into that soft, spongy wall inside of you — bullying that poor spot until your toes are curling over by overwhelming pleasure.

or the way each word falling from his lips feeds you nothing but sweet praises laced in such a condescending manner, feigning compassion while milking every ounce of pleasure from your overstimulated cunt.

either way, your answer wouldn’t matter. not when abbot’s screwing every fathomable thought loose outside of your head, turning you into a blubbering mess underneath him.

“mmgh— pl-please, j’!” you slurred stammering, swallowing the saliva pooled at the back of your throat from your never ending moaning. the soft pads of your hands push against his sculpted chest, attempting to flee from the merciless thrusts of his hips as you push from underneath him.

“awn- c’mon, sweetheart.” his eyes dragged over you body, taking in the very few millimeters of space that you created between you two before pulling you back down onto cock making you gasp for air.

your fingers folding inwards, clawing into the flesh of jack’s chest as he buries himself further inside your pussy making your insides choke around his length, involuntarily twitching and squeezing as your spine arches forward — pressing yourself against him.

jack feigns a frown, biting back an uncontrollable smile because he just thinks that you look so fucking adorable beneath him right now.

eyes glossed over with lashes clumping together from those thick tears fall down your cheeks, and the little sniffles you take every other second to not snot yourself as you cry from an indescribable amount of pleasure. you can’t even moan jack’s name without it turning into an incoherent mess. “j—j .. ja-nnghn.”

“that’s it, my sweet girl.” jack coos, a gentle rasps scratching at his throat as he brings one of the hands locked behind you knees to your face. gently cradling the side of your head as his thumb brushes away any stray tears. “so damn sensitive, all for me.” he watches you nuzzle into his palm, and it makes his cock twitch as he lets out a gravelly groan before grinding his hips deeper into you — a direct target against the spot that makes your bladder feel instantly full.

“i can’t, i can’t, mmff— you c-can’t!” you yelp, pleading as you shake your head feeling the throb of your clit want to burst. “shh.. yes you can, darlin’.” he shushes, ducking down to press his forehead against yours.

his eyes on yours, convincing you that it’s possible as his thrusts never stop bullying into that sweet spot. he has no intention of stopping, even with your begging. “please, ja—mphck!” a moan rips through your throat as jack delivers the cruelest, toe curling stroke that makes you go completely mute as your eyes roll back to your skull.

your body quivers under his, mouth open with no words coming out as you take each and every thrust he feeds your abused pussy.

“look at you, baby— you’re doin’ it right now.” he hums satisfyingly, watching you choke to find inaudible words as his groan lingers. “i know, sweetheart i know— jj knows it’s a lot for you, yeah.” he whispers, lips grazing against yours, “it’ll all be over soon, okay baby?” he assures, as his hips tell the complete opposite. “just keep singin’ my name would’ya’.”

[grapejuicekiwi]

could you write something about bfrry like just how he would be as a older bf abs maybe also make him an eater hehehe and they’re like really comfortable with each other also sexually

harry styles age-gap eater blurb⋆˚꩜｡

pairing: older dom!harry x younger fem!reader

warnings: fingering, oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby, angel, sweet girl, love, bunny), overstimulation, kinda mean h

summary: harry’s always been obsessed with eating his favorite girl out. tonight, he can’t seem to stop.

a/n: hiiii! tysm anon for the request, i really enjoyed making this! i kinda just took that one part of the request so if you’re not too happy with this feel free to send in another request! pls continue sending in any ideas everyone, it makes me sooo happy seeing them :) i love reading everyone’s freaky ideas lol. i hope you all enjoy! i also just uploaded an introduction post that’s pinned that includes my masterlist, likes and reblogs are appreciated for all posts ♡

When Y/N and Harry first met, they connected almost immediately.

And when they had sex for the first time… they connected even more.

She was definitely a shy thing at first. Comfortable, just a little self-conscious. It was mainly of her inexperience compared to him— an older, more mature man that had zero doubts in bed.

Harry soon helped her realize he did not care. He loved her for her, not for her abilities in bed. He’s definitely boosted her confidence a lot, and he’s really proud of that.

Plus, he really loved being able to teach her new things and explore them with her.

But there was one thing that clicked the second they tried it together. Something Harry’s become obsessed with.

Eating her out.

It’s pure heaven. He’s obviously done it before with other women in the past, but none have ever tasted anything like Y/N.

For one he loved the taste of her, but there was also nothing he loved more than pleasuring his favorite girl in the world. Watching her feel that euphoric feeling rush through her every time he makes her cum, the way her thighs tremble and tighten around his face, the gentle tugs on his hair when it gets too much.

There was just nothing better.

And today, he felt teased.

Y/N would simply be walking around the house in her underwear and a cute shirt, and his mouth would water.

Too pretty.

Which is how she ended up with her wrists tied to the headboard and his face between her thighs.

He’s absolutely relentless tonight.

The silk ties binding her wrists are tight, ensuring she stays exactly where he wants her. He knows she gets squirmy easily.

His tongue mapped between her slick folds on her most sensitive spot, designed to pleasure her.

She’s already orgasmed three times.

It’s the fact he does this simply for the love of the game. Not to receive the same treatment, but because he wants to take care of her. He wants to make her feel so good she’s shuddering at the end. He wants to know he’s the one making her feel this way.

Y/N yanks slightly at the ties, back arching off of the bed.

“Harry…” she cried, eyes watery from the pleasure alone.

His fingers are dug into her thighs, holding them firmly atop his shoulders.

“My sweet girl,” he murmured, lips wet and glistening from her juices. “You taste so fucking good. M’too obsessed with this pussy, you know that? Fuckin’ love it.”

He went back in, slower this time, licking a fat, heavy stripe from her entrance to her clit before wrapping his lips around the swollen bundle of nerves and sucking.

Y/N clenched, eyes rolling back.

“Oh my god, H,” she moaned. “Please. M’close.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me a third time, baby?” He prodded.

“Yes— Mmm— Please!”

Her hips began to rock slightly against his mouth.

Until he pulled back.

Harry pressed his thumb firmly against her clit, the perfect amount to keep her teetering.

She frowned deeply, looking down with glossy, desperate eyes. God, she was pretty.

The look on his face told her he wasn’t feeling as generous as he was the first couple orgasms.

“I dunno, bunny,” he shrugged. “Think you’re gonna get too sensitive, and then my fun will be over, won’t it?”

She shook her head. “No. Won’t be. Promise.”

His eyes narrowed. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.” Her voice was whiney.

Harry pressed a short kiss to her thigh, leaving some wetness behind on her skin. His lips were red and juicy and her eyes were dark, full of hunger.

And then he shoved two fingers inside of her.

Her back arched off the bed, a sharp cry leaving her throat, thighs tightening around his wrist. She was already a little sensitive from the three orgasms, and he knew that. She didn’t know what the hell she was saying— she just wanted to cum again.

“Say that to me again, and I’ll let you cum.” He ordered flatly.

Because he did not believe her. He knew she wasn’t capable of that. But if she said it again? Then he was really gonna test that out.

Y/N hesitated, still whimpering from the sudden intrusion.

“I promise. M’not gonna get sensitive.” She said shakily.

She surely was one stubborn girl.

“Okay, then, bunny. I’ll take your word for it.” Harry gave her a gentle smile, leaning forward to give her a small kiss.

One last soft gesture.

And then he buried himself back where he belonged— long, thick fingers curled inside of her pussy while he sucked hard on her clit, his cock throbbing at every desperate moan and cry.

Harry was relentless, eating her out as if his life depended on it. God, he just loved this pussy too fucking much.

Her fourth orgasm hit her hard, clenching his digits tighter than ever, creaming around them.

“Oh my— Harry!”

She quickly got overwhelmed when he did not stop, hips bucking against his mouth, unable to push him away due to the restraints.

“No, baby,” he murmured against her pussy. “You promised.”

His efforts doubled, stimulating her twice as much as before with both his mouth and fingers.

“H—Harry, s’too much,” she cried, tears spilling over her flushed cheeks.

“Poor girl,” he frowned, mocking sympathy.

Harry pulled his mouth away from her and navigated all of his effort to fingering her, her back arching wildly off of the bed.

It felt so good. Too good. Way too good.

His eyes were drawn to the sacred oasis between her legs. Her clit was swollen and her lips were puffy, his fingers plummeting in and out of the tight hole below the hooded nub, a sight he wishes he could capture permanently (which he has before).

“Mmmm,” she whimpered, high pitched and whiney, biting her lip while squirming relentlessly.

“What’s wrong, bunny? Thought you could handle it?” He teased.

She pouted, thighs shaking. She couldn’t even defend herself. Not like she was able to properly form a sentence anyway.

Y/N felt the familiar heated bubbling in her lower belly and it fueled the shaking of her thighs. Harry abruptly pulled his fingers out, causing a sad cry to leave her pouty lips.

Tears continued slipping down her cheeks, entirely overstimulated, though too stubborn to start begging just yet.

Harry hovered his mouth over her pussy, large hands spreading her thighs wide open before blowing hot air right onto her core, causing her to tremble miserably.

“Why are you torturing me?” She asked defeatedly.

“Because I love this pussy too much to stop, my love,” he murmured, pressing a small kiss to her clit, watching her hips stutter. “Just wanna play with her a little longer. Can’t get enough. You have your word, yeah?“

Y/N let out a quiet whimper before nodding.

Harry smiled again, smug and too fucking sexy. It made her clench.

And then he dove right back into her pussy with zero intention to give her mercy any time soon.

[chai-ke-sath-parleg]

Birthday Girl

Summary: A sleepy wife, a loving husband and the surprise treat on a birthday morning.

Trigger warning: smut 🌶, mention of p in v, oral smut- fem reciving, somnophilia

A/n: this was the secret one shot i was talking abt. Kinda short sorri gang 🙏 Anyways happy reading!!

The early morning light filtered through the curtains drapping over your bare form which laid on the plush mattress barely covered by the duvet. Rehman was already up and awake he had been for the past 30 mins or so, just admiring your sleepy form. You looked so cute he thinks, the marks from last night littered over your skin like small starts in abyss, your hair was disheveled thrown haphazardly over the pillow, your lips were slightly swollen from last nights passionate make out. Rehman absentmindedly tucked a stray strand of hair that was blocking your face.

It was your birthday today, last night was spent in celebration by passionately making love with your husband till both of you stopped from exhaustion and finally slept tangled with each other. Rehman shifted and got up from under the sheets. He leans towards your sleepy form kissing your cheek.

"Meri jaan uth jao subha ho gayi" he mumbled in his raspy sleep voice, whinch usually made you wet but you were too exhausted to care. "Mhm sone do na". You whined sleepily, turning to the other side and closing your eyes. Rehman chuckles watching you turn away from him. He removed the blanket off of you, leaving you in your bare glory.

Rehman slowly parted your thighs careful not to wake you up and got in between them. He leaned forward, placing chaste kisses on your abdomen occasionally bitting the tender skin of your thighs. He kissed the back of your knees and moved upwards to your inner thighs. His big hands roaming the rest of your body as he came face to face with your heat. He gave your clit a kiss before diving in. Rehman wet tongue worked up and down your vulva, making you whimper in your sleep.

He moaned at your sweetness, you tasted a fine mixture of allure, desire and sin. He lapped at your cunt, nose brushing against your button. Rehman slipped a finger in your tight walls, moving it at an agonizingly slow pace. His warm tongue circled your hole slurping your arousal, as if it was ambrose.

Your cunt clenched on his finger. His other hand came up to grope your breast, pinching the now stiff areola. He slipped another fat finger into you thrusting faster and picking up the pace. His tongue finally going up to your swollen clit, taking a little nibble and then in his mouth sucking softly. Your eyes fluttered open

"ahh~ Rehman!" You moaned at the sensation. Rehman smirked from between your thighs, pumping his fingers faster. You arched your back needing more. Drool spilled from the side of your lips and your eyes rolled back slightly at the sudden wave pleasure. Lewd moans slipped from your lips as his fingers curled just at the perfect spot snug inside you making your walls flutter around his digit. His warm mouth sucked on your clit, scraping his teeth lightly making you mewl. Your hands grabbed the tuff of his black hair, pulling him closer or pushing him away you didnt know in the haze of your pleasure. The knot in your stomach tightened threatening to snap any moment.

"Rehman kya mai.. mai." You couldn't finish your sentence too dumbed out by the pleasure to ask permission for release. But he understood perfectly, and mumbled in between your thighs

"Ye koi puchne ki baat hai meri jaan." His raspy voice making you throb, that was it, that was all you need to finally let go.

Rehman scissored his finger- the knot finally snapped as your released washed over you, white spots blinded your vision as you panted and tried to catch your breath. Rehman didnt stop- no not yet, he sucked out every drop that left your cunt, taking his sweet time. You moaned feeling overestimated, he just chuckled watching you finally wake up.

Rehman's head emerged from your thighs, the sight almost melted your brain. He lush lips glistening with your arousal as his tongue droped out to lick it, strainds of hair falling over his forehead making him look devilishly handsome, his torso littered with similar bite marks a reminder from last nights celebrations and that infuriating grin the one that was plastered on his face when he was too pleased with his actions. God! You could probably come undone at this sight.

"Salgirah mubarako meri jaan, socha tha breakfast in bed karenge par mera toh maan aur pet dono bhar gaya". You grabbed the nearest pillow your hand could reach and threw it at his head. Rehman chuckled and caught it in his hand. He finally shifted and moved away from your thighs now laying beside you, kissing your forehead and then your cheeks.

"Haya rakho Rehman!"

"Sharam kis baat ki jab tum meri biwi ho." He teased as he kissed your lips.

Safe to say the rest of the morning was once again spent in love making, you both didnt get up from the bed for the next few hours. When you both finally left the bed you were spoiled with presents amd your favorite foods.

Hope yall like it 🎀

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[abbotsdoll]

slightly longer version of this imagine ♡ nsfw mdni

pope has been out all day on a job for smurf, and he’s completely exhausted. he’s spent the whole day fighting and getting his hands dirty, and right now all he really wants is to be with his girl.

when he walks into your room, he finds you curled up in bed, already asleep. you look so soft, so pretty for him, he can’t help but crawl in next to you and kiss you awake. his lips trail along your neck and up to your ear, so he can whisper, “hey, baby, i’m home.”

it takes a few moments, but eventually you stir, your bleary eyes squinting at him as they focus. “oh… hi andy…” you tug him closer and close your eyes, already falling back asleep. “missed you…”

pope smiles, “yeah, missed you too, sweetheart.” he pulls the blankets away slowly to find you in just his t-shirt and a pair of thin panties. they’re already wet. “oh, you did miss me, didn’t you?”

you hide your face in his neck, “mhm…” while his hand trails up to your inner thighs. you let out a gasp and start to shut them but he murmurs, “no, baby, it’s okay. just wanna play a bit, yeah?” this just makes you more shy, but he pushes gently, “i’ll go slow, promise. just wanna feel you…”

you don’t stop him, so he plays with you a bit, just like he said he would. just gently rubbing over your panties, getting you ready for him.

by the time he’s undoing his belt and stepping out of his trousers, you’re face down on the bed, hugging his pillow, all sleepy and pliant the way he wanted you. so when he starts fucking into you from behind, you have no complaints, you’re right where you want to be.

[watchmegetobsessed]

YES, BOSS

A/N: im back with some filthy smut, it took me way too long to finish this fic but here we are!

WORD COUNT: 6.7k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry is a lot of things. A talented business man, a known name in the industry, a dedicated CEO and a fucking goner for his assistant. He knows he shouldn't be having dirty thoughts about Y/N and he fights them as much as he can, but when one drunken email gets sent to the worst person possible he completely loses his mind. But maybe, just maybe, that email wasn't the worst thing to happen.

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This meeting is stretching way too long. Harry knew it would be useless to talk about these topics for an entire hour when he walked into the meeting room, but apparently it would be rude to tell everyone to just email him the numbers and don’t bother him. So here he is, staring at his laptop screen, pretending he is reading something, but really, he is just zoning out while the fourth person is presenting something he couldn’t care less about. 

He checks the time, just ten more minutes and he is free to go. He has an entire hour for lunch today and he is not meeting up with anyone either, which is a rare occasion. And it also means he is spending it with Y/N, his assistant. 

At the thought of her his eyes jump over to the glass wall that separates the meeting room from the hallway and he instantly spots Y/N sitting on a sofa, typing away on her laptop with a focused look on her face. It makes him smile, wondering what she could be working on currently. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her eyes are jumping rapidly on the screen as she reads something and then starts rapidly typing again. 

He finds himself chuckling under his breath before returning his attention to the meeting, now wanting it to end even more to talk to her. The thought comes to him so easily and fast, he fails to catch himself from sinking further into it. He just starts daydreaming about the smile she’ll gift him once he walks out of the room, about her perfume that will fill his nostrils once he is standing close to her and the way she’ll giggle when he urges them to leave for lunch as quickly as possible. 

This has been quite frequent lately, Harry finding himself thinking about her, at work, at home, in meetings and at events, whenever she is not with him, but also when she is right beside him. He has no idea when things shifted in his mind, when she moved from just being his assistant to occupying almost all of his thoughts. It’s been tearing him up, if he is being honest, because he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about her this much and in this way. Because his thoughts are often straight up fantasies. 

It’s been a reoccuring event lately: Harry waking up after a rather steamy dream that featured Y/N, sporting the worst case of a morning erection which he had to take care of in his shower and then pretend none of it ever happened when he walks into his office and sees her bright smile. 

Fuck, he feels like an actual piece of shit for having dirty thoughts about his sweet, young assistant who does her job so well and he definitely shouldn’t ruin things because of his horny thoughts. 

An email notification pops up on his screen when there’s only five more minutes left of the meeting and as soon as he sees the sender his eyes jump up to the person sitting across from him at the oval table. 

Niall, his CFO, is grinning smugly at him, like he is daring Harry to open the email, though he already knows it’s nothing work related. 

With a soft sigh Harry opens it and reads the single line Niall sent him.

Stop jerking off to your assistant in your mind.

Harry shoots him a murderous look over his laptop, but Niall just shrugs with a grin and then pretends to be listening to the presenter. Harry shakes his head and types a quick response.

I’ll call compliance on you if you don’t stop.

He deeply regrets that one drunken night when he and Niall drank way too much sake and he ended up confessing his attraction towards Y/N, which Niall is not letting him live down ever since. This is the downside of running a company with your best friend, who also tends to be a big pain in the ass. He tells Niall one little thing in a weak moment and he’ll bring it up at the worst possible moments. 

“Our time is up, thank you for your attention, I’ll send you all the slides and schedule a follow-up meeting soon.”

That snaps Harry out of his thoughts as the room comes to life and everyone starts packing and he does the same. Niall walks over to him, leaning closer so only Harry can hear him. 

“Just bone her already, dude.”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll make sure you end up jobless,” he groans, but it only makes Niall laugh as he pats him on the back. 

“In all seriousness, I’m getting tired of seeing your pining. Just ask her out already!”

“Niall, already told you to quit with it,” Harry sighs as he grabs his laptop and phone and the two men start walking out of the room side-by-side. “We both know it’s just… It’s not gonna happen.”

“You’re just making it way too complicated, when it’s not.” Niall rolls his eyes as they step out of the room. Y/N is already standing, holding her laptop to her chest, a bright smile on her face as the two men approach her. 

“Just… let it go, will you?” Harry hisses to Niall, but he just snorts out a laugh before walking away. 

“How was it?” Y/N asks Harry as he stops in front of her. 

“Boring. Let’s eat.”

She giggles with a nod and he ignores the tug in his chest as they head out. 

There’s a sandwich place near the office they both like and it’s not as crowded during lunch time as all the other places in the neighborhood for some reason. That’s where they settle, Harry with a veggie sandwich and an iced tea, Y/N with a club sandwich and a lemonade, their usual. 

“How is the book hunting going?” he asks between bites. Y/N has been trying to find a first edition of Little Women, a book she loved so much growing up.

Y/N shakes her head with a soft chuckle.

“Not good. I thought I found one the other week, but it turned out to be a scam.”

“What about that auction piece? Have you signed up for that?”

“There’s no way I can buy that. The price starts at twenty-six thousand, my budget is fifteen at best,” she shakes her head sadly. 

“Told you, I can pa–” Harry starts, but she cuts him off instantly.

“You’re not paying the rest, Harry.”

“Why not? Take it as a bonus,” he shrugs, taking a sip from his tea. He has offered to buy the book all together, but she just refused to accept his help every time. 

“So then I won’t get my usual bonus at the end of the year?” she arches an eyebrow at him.

“Of course you will.”

“Then I’m not taking ten grand from you just randomly,” she chuckles. “I’ll find one that I can afford, I just have to be patient,” she adds and with that Harry knows her mind is set. 

He wishes she would stop being so stubborn. He would buy it without hesitation if it means it makes her happy. He already thought of just getting it, ignoring all her protesting. 

“Anyways, I made your schedule for next week. Did anything new come up that I need to fit in?” 

“Nothing I know of.”

“No parties or dates maybe?”

“You know the answer to that, Y/N,” he gives her a look that makes her laugh. 

Parties haven’t been his thing in a while and dating… He can’t remember the last time he went on a date. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have anyone to ask out, because he simply doesn’t talk to women in that way. Hasn’t been in a long time and he is not ready to admit it, but it’s been since he started to compare everyone to Y/N. 

The rest of lunch goes by without any work talk. Y/N tells him about the trips she has planned with her sister and Harry listens like it’s his favorite podcast. Really, she could be talking about anything and he would be drinking her words, he just absolutely loves listening to her. 

Returning to the office is painful, but at least Harry manages to focus for a while as he buries himself in work. It’s a temporary fix, but a welcomed one. 

It’s not unusual for him to stay late, but he noticed that Y/N tends to work late too when he does. As the building starts to empty out Harry is still deep in a task, but he looks up and spots Y/N still sitting at her desk, typing away on her laptop. 

“Let me remind you again that you can leave before me.” He stops at her desk, hands tucked in his pockets as he looks down at a sleepy-eyed Y/N.

“I have stuff to do.”

“Can it wait until tomorrow?” She bites her lip with a guilty look that answers his question. “Alright, then you’re done for today,” he simply says, shutting her laptop. 

“Bossy,” she chuckles under her breath, but doesn’t protest as she pushes her chair away from the desk. 

“Well, I am your boss.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” she chuckles, throwing her things into her bag and rounding it to meet him at the front. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” he nods and then watches as she walks away to the elevators, a heavy feeling settling over his chest that he wishes she was going home with him. 

Harry returns to his desk to finish up so he can finally go home as well, but when Niall appears he knows his plans are about to get destroyed. 

“Want to grab some drinks?” he asks, throwing himself down to the sofa in the corner of his office. 

“I’m tired and it’s Thursday, we have work tomorrow.”

“When did you become absolutely no fun?” Niall groans, but doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he stands and walks over to the minibar where Harry keeps some good whiskey and two crystal glasses. It’s usually for when they close a deal, a little ritual they’ve been doing since the start of the company. “Alright, then let’s just drink here.”

“Any particular reason for that?” Harry sighs, but takes the glass Niall hands him, leaning back in his chair. 

“It’s Thursday,” Niall simply shrugs, clinks his glass to Harry’s and then they both take a sip. 

Harry had a suspicion that Niall wanted to bug him about Y/N again, but surprisingly, he doesn’t bring her up. They unwind a little, talk about work stuff and then anything but work as they both empty their glasses before Niall refills them. 

“Oh fuck, it’s already past eleven,” Harry growls after the second glass that already made him kinda tipsy. He hasn’t eaten anything since lunch, so it’s hitting him like he’s lightweight. 

“Again, when did you become absolutely no fun?” Niall snorts. “But alright, I’ll call us a car.”

The building is eerily empty when they make their way out of it, laughing at something Niall said in the elevator. They bid goodbye to the night guard stepping out into the breezy night, the car already waiting for them. 

“Ah man,” Nial sighs, sliding down on the seat as the driver heads to his address first. “Are you really not gonna do anything about the Y/N situation?”

“Not this again!” Harry groans. “I told you, it’s not happening.”

“But you didn’t even try! I think you have a good shot with her.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, that familiar tug in his chest back again, but he brushes it off. “She is my assistant, I’m her boss. It’s not happening.”

“You wouldn’t be the first person on Earth to fuck an employee,” Niall grins at him wickedly.

“I won’t even be one,” Harry retorts.

“Okay, but I need to know something.” Niall says, sitting up straight, as if he is about to say something serious. “You’re fantasizing about the nasty stuff with her, right?”

“Jesus,” Harry rolls his eyes, just as the driver pulls up in front of Niall’s apartment building. “Good night, Niall!”

“Have you thought about fucking her in your office?” Niall’s grin widens as he opens the car door, but doesn’t get out. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Harry pushes on him, urging him to get out.

“Come on! Just give me a crumb!” Niall begs, climbing out of the car.

“No! Good bye!” And with that Harry shuts the door, cutting his friend off. 

It’s only a few minutes drive to his place and those minutes are occupied by thoughts of Y/N thanks to Niall’s prying. He wonders what she is doing right now. Is she already in bed? Or maybe having a bath? What did she have for dinner? Is she the kind to lay her clothes out for the next day? His guess is not. 

Her bed must be full of pillows and it smells just like her. He wonders what it would be like to lie next to her, pull her into his arms, kiss her… 

“Fuck,” he groans when the driver stops at his building and he’s already feeling himself getting hard. 

His head feels dizzy as he rides the elevator up to the penthouse, thoughts of Y/N racing in his mind. His phone pings just as he steps into his home. It’s an email from Y/N.

Found the contracts you’ve been looking for. I’ll have them printed and on your desk by the morning!

He smiles seeing her picture on the screen next to her email address, but then realizes that she must be working at home this late as well. Settling on one of his kitchen stools he types a reply.

If you don’t stop working right now, I will fire you!

He sends the email, but then quickly sends another one.

Hope you know I’m kidding, I would never fire you.

Her response came at the same time another email arrived, the second one from Niall. First he opened the one from Y/N.

Never? That’s a brave statement! Should I put it to the test?

He barks out a laugh before opening Niall’s email.

So like on your desk? Or her desk? I bet you fantasize about fucking her in the kitchen!!!

Harry groans and decides to ignore him as he goes back to Y/N’s email to reply, but first he needs some water. He leaves the phone on the counter and grabs a bottle from the fridge while his thoughts start racing again.

He did think about fucking her on his desk. Several times. On hers too. And he would be lying if he said the kitchen never came up in his dirty daydreams, though the one that keeps haunting is fucking her from behind by his floor-to-ceiling windows, her sweet moans filling his office. 

And just like that, he is hard again. All because stupid Niall wouldn’t leave him alone. 

With a frustrated groan he goes back to his phone and starts typing.

Of course I think about fucking her on every possible surface in the office and in my home, it’s literally all I can think about all the time, especially when she comes in wearing a tight dress or a blouse with a low cut or those goddamned short skirts that make me want to slide my hand under it and feel her warmth between her smooth legs!!! Happy? This is what you wanted me to admit???

He sends the email with an angry tap on his screen, then tosses the phone back onto the counter as he tries to control his reaction to the thoughts. 

But then his heart skips a beat. 

His eyes snap to his phone, the screen still unlocked as he grabs it and checks who he just sent the email to, his worst nightmare staring back at him from his phone. He didn’t send it to Niall, his detailed fantasy just ended up in Y/N’s inbox and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Shit!” he shouts, dropping the phone as he stares at it with bewildered eyes, hands gripping his hair so hard he almost rips his locks out. “Fuck! No!”

He grabs the phone and checks again, but nothing changes, his pornographic paragraph was sent in reply to her last email and by now he is sure she’s read it, judging from how quick her responses have been. In a frenzy he quickly sends her another email.

Shit Y/N, I’m sorry, this wasn’t meant to you!! I was emailing Niall at the same time and sent it in the wrong thread, I’m sorry!

He waits, holding his breath as a minute passes by, then another and she finally replies. 

It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.

“Fuck. I’m so fucked,” he groans, his forehead dropping against the hard surface of the counter and he even smacks his head against it a few more times, like some kind of punishment for being such an idiot. 

He has no idea what to do, how to handle it. What’s the protocol for when the CEO sends a dirty message to his assistant about wanting to fuck her on every surfice in the office? Is this a matter for HR? What if she quits tomorrow? He wouldn’t blame her, not wanting to work for such a pig. 

He fucked up, big time. But he also knows there’s nothing he can do now, he’ll have to face the consequences of his actions tomorrow. 

***

He didn’t sleep, not even for a second. Harry laid in bed all night, thinking about the worst possible scenarios that could happen because of his mistake. He is on the verge of losing his mind by the time he arrives at the office in a wrinkled shirt and his hair looking like a bird’s nest. 

He ignores the weird looks he is getting on his way up, only thinking what he should do or say if Y/N is already in. But when he sees her desk abandoned, relief spreads in his veins, however it’s rather short-lived. 

Is she not here because she is about to quit? Or is she already talking to HR about the email? What can HR do to him? Nothing, he is the CEO. Right?

The spiraling continues as he forces himself to start his usual morning routine of checking his mails and schedule. He manages to sit still for a whole 10 minutes, but then he spots her walking towards her desk. 

He jumps to his feet as if catching him sitting would get him into even bigger trouble. She is reading something on her phone while walking, so she doesn’t spot him right away and Harry has a few moments to look at her. 

She looks like she always does. Beautiful and effortless, no signs of distress, so that might be a good sign. Then when she’s just a few steps away from her desk she looks up and their eyes meet. 

“Hey,” Harry breathes out. “Can–Um… Can we talk?”

For a second she looks hesitant, but she nods, dropping her bag onto her desk before heading into his office with him. 

She stops in the middle of the room, at the same spot she always does when she comes in to talk, but her usual cheery vibe is missing today. Harry notices how stiff and uncertain she looks and he hates that it’s because of him. He stands by his desk as he looks at her.

“Look, I’m really, really sorry about that email. That was… So unprofessional and I swear I didn’t mean to send that to you, I hope you know I would never put you in such an awkward situation on purpose.”

“It’s fine,” she says, keeping her gaze down at the floor, her voice so quiet he almost doesn’t hear her. 

“It’s not fine and I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N.”

“No, let’s just… Let’s move past it,” she shrugs, but still wouldn’t meet his eyes. 

“I really hope we can do that, I would hate it if my stupidity ruined our dynamic. I’m officially promising not to ever reply to Niall’s awful emails,” he adds with a bitter chuckle and that at least pulls a small smile out of her. 

“You often email about stuff like that?” she asks, finally looking into his eyes. 

“He likes to be a pain in the ass,” he chuckles. “We had a few drinks yesterday and he started his usual game of bugging me on the way home. I thought once we parted ways I would be free of him, but then he started emailing me. That’s something he likes to do recently.”

The words are flowing out of him like he has no control over them. It’s like he needs to say all of this in order to attempt to move on, so he continues.

“So he sent me a very inappropriate email about you right when you were emailing me and I guess I had enough drinks to finally give him a crumb of what he’s been trying to pry out of me, but then I messed up the emails and—”

“Wait,” she frowns, confusion taking over her expression. “About me?” 

Harry stops, unsure what she is asking about. “What?”

“The email… It was about me?”

“Yeah, it’s… Shit.”

That’s when Harry realizes that in that message, he didn’t name her, Y/N had no idea he was talking about her. It was only obvious to him, since he knew he was talking about her. But now he just made it clear to her as well. 

For a second he feels like he is about to pass out. All along Y/N thought he was just talking about someone, any woman in the office, but now she knows it was particularly about her. 

Her expression changes, but he can’t read it. She opens her mouth to say something two times, but ends up staying silent.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I thought you knew it was about you. I’m really sorry, I don’t want this to fuck things up between us.”

“No, it’s…” she shakes her head, as if she is just now snapping out of her thoughts. “It’s… fine.”

He wants to talk more. He wants to apologize more, he feels like he needs to, but then Carla, his marketing manager appears at the door.

“Knock-knock! Hey, sorry to interrupt, but there’s a few things I need your insight about like right fucking now.”

“I’m coming, just a minute,” he says, turning back to Y/N. “I’m really sorry. Are we good?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out, her tone is not quite convincing, but he has no time to push it further. 

“I’ll… Let’s talk later, okay?”

“Sure,” she nods and then walks out as Carla takes her place and business takes over. 

Harry hates how the conversation ended, he is debating blowing everyone off just to talk to her until everything is resolved, but that’s not happening. 

In fact, he barely speaks to her until late afternoon, jumping from one meeting into the other, emergency calls and last minute tasks, the whole day is just one stressful blur. 

When he finally finishes his last meeting of the day he heads back to his office and sees Y/N in one of the meeting rooms, pacing the floor while talking on the phone. It’s past five, she should be heading home, but as always, she is working overtime. When Harry returns to his office he finds Niall lounging in his chair. 

“I’m not in the mood for your games today, Niall,” he bites out.

“Woah, someone is pissed today. What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“Remember your stupid emails last night?”

“I’m still waiting for your reply on that,” Niall grins, which just pisses Harry off even more. 

“I did reply to it. Only problem is that I didn’t send it to you, I accidentally sent it to Y/N!”

Niall’s jaw slacks, staring back at his friend before the most hysterical laugh bursts out of him. It takes several minutes for him to even calm down. 

“And what now? What did she say?”

“She didn’t realize it was about her, which I didn’t know and when I started apologizing like a maniac in the morning I revealed it to her.”

“Oh my God, this is like the best comedy ever!”

“I’m glad my misery is so entertaining to you,” Harry grumbles under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose. He is so tired, he feels like he ran a marathon today, that’s how much all this stress affected him. 

“And what’s going on right now? I saw her today, so I’m guessing she didn’t quit.”

“We didn’t have more time to talk, she said we were good, but I don’t know…”

“Dude, this is your time. Just tell her you meant whatever you wrote, send me those deets by the way, and finally get your girl!”

“I can’t believe you’re still on this shit,” he shakes his head, giving up. “Just leave, Niall. I’m too tired for… I’m too tired for you right now.”

“Ouch!” Niall places a hand over his chest dramatically, but stands from the chair. “Alright, I’ll let you sink into your guilt for a little longer, but just know that I think you’re missing out of the best opportunity ever.”

“Leave already!” Harry groans, gesturing towards the door. Niall shakes his head with a quiet laugh and walks out. 

He collapses into his chair, a headache already throbbing in his skull from this day. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back for a bit, hoping to gather some energy to carry on for the rest of the day. 

He doesn’t even hear it when Y/N appears in his open door, only snaps his eyes open when he hears her knocking on the doorframe. 

“Hey!” he sits up straight right away. “Come in. Sorry for being MIA all day.”

“It’s fine, I know how it is,” she smiles softly as she walks in and stops in her usual spot. 

“And I’m sorry for cutting things short in the morning,” he adds, clearing his throat. “I know you said we’re good, but I just wanted to apologize again.”

“Really, it’s all good,” she shakes her head dismissively. 

“Can we just forget about it?” he suggests. She freezes for a moment, like she is considering it, but at last she nods.

“Sure. Forgotten.”

He exhales in relief, leaning back in his chair. 

“Okay, good. Now go home, I don’t want to see you working overtime on a Friday,” he smiles at her, which she returns, but there’s something different about it this time, though he can’t put a finger on it. 

“Then you should head home too,” she challenges him, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips as he nods, standing from his chair.

“Fair point. I’ll see you on Monday, Y/N.”

“Yeah, see you,” she nods, voice quiet as she turns around and starts walking towards the door while Harry gathers his stuff from his desk, ready to leave as well. 

But then just a step away from the door she stops. 

“And what if… What if I don’t want to forget about it?”

Her voice is quiet, but Harry hears her, loud and clear. He stops mid-action, gaze jumping over to her figure, her back facing him. 

“What?” he asks, heart thumping wildly in his chest. Y/N slowly turns around, a sheepish look on her face. 

“What if… What if I wanted all that too?”

Harry stares back at her, his first thought is that he must have heard her wrong. She definitely did not say that. But slowly, it sinks in that she actually did say that and now she is standing there, waiting for him to say something, anything. 

He rounds the table, walks closer, but stops a few feet away from her. He notices how nervous she appears, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her pencil skirt, her chest rising and falling as she draws deep breaths. 

And something switches in him.

“Do you?” he asks, voice low. 

“What?” she breathes out.

“Do you want all that too?”

She sucks on her breath, a heartbeat passes and then she nods. He almost groans, desire flooding his groin instantly as he walks around her, like she’s a prey he wants to hunt down, while she just stands there, frozen. 

“I need your words, Y/N,” he says, now standing behind her. He is not touching her, but she can feel his presence right behind her. 

“I want all of that too. What you wrote in that email.”

“Fuck,” he exhales, pushing his body forward just an inch so now his chest is pressed against her back and as soon as she feels him, she leans even more into him.

His hands move to her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh over the fabric of her skirt, but she is eager to feel him somewhere else, her hands cover his and pull them up, over her breasts, her bluntness sending a shiver down his spine as he palms her. 

Even though she is practically offering herself to him, he feels like he needs to be cautious, as if he could scare her away at any moment. Her head rolls back to his shoulder, baring the soft skin on her neck and now he has a great view of her breasts in his palms, a scene he has probably played in his mind a million times before. His erection is growing harder with each second and when she pushes her ass against him he can’t help the moan that slips past his lips. 

Leaning down he runs his nose down the side of her neck first, teasing her a bit with the feather-like touch, but then he can’t hold himself back any longer, practically latching onto her neck, kissing, sucking, biting the soft skin, making her arch from the sensation. When he pulls back he is happy to see the mark he left on her, bright and clear, almost screaming his name. 

He moves a hand up her chest, cradling her jaw to turn her head until she is facing him. For a second she looks nervous, almost like a deer caught in headlights, but then he sees the pure desire in her eyes and realizes it’s excitement that has her all worked up, unsure what’s coming next, but also quite thrilled. 

He takes a moment, just admiring her this close, the want and need in her eyes directed at him, it’s making him go feral.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes out before leaning in and kissing her. 

He goes in hard, demanding, wanting to devour her and she willingly kisses him back with just as much fever, twisting in his arms until she is facing him with her body as well, arms locking around his neck while his hands grab onto her ass, pressing her even more against him. She moans into his mouth, grinding against him when she feels his erection pressing into her stomach and he starts walking her backwards without breaking their hungry kissing, right until the back of her legs bump against his desk. 

Blindly, he pushes everything to the side on the tabletop before picking her up and sitting her on it, her legs caging his waist in an instant as they keep kissing wildly. It feels like a fever dream, Harry thinks, but he doesn’t want to wake up. 

His hands tug her shirt out of her skirt, then he leans back just enough to rid her from it, throwing it behind him as he looks at her exposed chest, now that she is only wearing her lacy bra on the top. The sight of her is so beautiful he needs to take another moment to just admire her. Sitting on his desk, her breasts almost spilling out of her bra as her chest is heaving from her panting. Her lips are swollen and parted and her eyes… they are bewildered, full of lust and want, only for him. The sight of her alone could make him come, he swears. 

Then he returns to kissing her, hands pushing up her skirt to reveal even more of her soft skin on her thighs until the fabric bunches around her waist. Her hands roam his body through his shirt, but soon she starts unbuttoning it, only reaching the button under his pecks, because she is so impatient to touch him she simply starts clawing at his pecks, reaching into the shirt as far as she can.

Harry steps back, a disapproving groan slipping from her lips once he is not pushed up against her, to which he just chuckles softly. 

“Take your skirt off, baby,” he says as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt as well. Y/N jumps off the table, fumbles with the zipper of her skirt before she can slip it off. It pools around her feet, she steps out of it and then simply kicks to the side. Harry has got ridden of his shirt as well and he is now taking his pants off, leaving both of them only in their underwear. His mouth goes dry seeing the matching set on her, part of him wants to leave it on, but another part of him wants to tear it off her body with his teeth. 

She leans back against the desk, pushing her thighs together, clearly to get some friction between them as she eyes him standing there in only his boxer briefs, palming himself through the fabric while his hungry eyes are eating her up. Then, with confidence she hasn’t seen from a man before he simply takes himself out and pushes his underwear down, leaving him in all of his naked glory. He gives himself a few lazy tugs while watching her with hooded eyes, sending a shiver down her spine. She pushes herself away from the desk, hooks her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and pushes they down while keeping eye-contact. Once the fabric pools around her ankles she kicks the underwear to the side as well and then… and idea pops into her head. 

With Harry still standing there she simply turns around and bends over his desk, peeking over her shoulder to see his reaction, which doesn’t disappoint. 

He stops moving, maybe even stops breathing, eyes glued to her exposed cunt, glistening from her arousal that’s all for him. His cock twitches in his hand and he lets out a long, shaky breath before stepping closer and dropping to his knees, mouth latching onto her in an instant. 

“Of fuck!” she cries out, grabbing the edge of the desk to stabilize herself.

He shows no mercy, hands grabbing her ass cheeks while his tongue works wonders, almost making her see stars. If it was his last meal, he would go as a happy man, he thinks. 

But as much as he would love to spend hours with his face buried in her cunt, he is also aching to have his cock buried in it too. When he stands and yanks her up as well, kissing her vigorously she can taste herself on his lips, but it just makes her want even more of him. 

With skilled moves he easily unhooks her bra and tosses it to the side before grabbing the back of her thighs and picks her up with ease, walking over to the sofa in the corner of his office where he sat and daydreamed of her so many times before. Holding onto him she starts kissing a path on the side of his face until she reaches his lips, kissing him so deeply he stops in his track for a second. 

Sinking onto the soft cushion of the sofa he pulls her onto his lap, her wet pussy meeting his erection, making them both moan at the same time and she involuntarly grinds against him, making his cock glide between her lips. 

“Fucking hell,” he curses, head falling back, his fingers digging into her hips. “You have no idea how many times I thought of having you like this.”

“How many?” she asks with a coy smile as she keeps grinding her hips gently, just enough to drive them both insane. “Did you fantasize about me during meetings?”

“Yes,” he answers shamelessly right away.

“Did you get hard?”

“Always.”

With each answer her confidence keeps growing, she loves seeing him so gone for her. One of his hands comes up, cupping her breast, making her moan in pleasure, then he leans forward and takes her hard nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard. Y/N whimpers, fingers sinking into his hair, scraping his scalp with her nails which makes him groan against her skin. 

“Have you ever been hard, hiding it under your desk when I was in here?” she asks, almost out of breath. Harry nods against her chest, then tilts his face up just enough to look at her, while he swirls his tongue around her nipple. 

“Many times,” he whispers and she swears she almost came just from those two words and the look on his face. 

“I need you,” she whimpers, pulling his face up so their lips can meet. “I need to feel you.”

“Feel me as much as you want, baby,” he mumbles against her lips.

“No, I want to feel everything,” she says, hoping he’ll finally understand what she is trying to imply. It takes him a few seconds, but he finally does. 

“Are you on–”

“Yes,” she nods eagerly. “And I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

“I trust you,” she says and the words tug on something in his chest. 

“Come here,” he whispers, cradling her jaw in his hand as he pulls her face close, kissing her passionately, his other hand reaching down between them, tugging his cock so it lines up with her entrance.

She sinks down on him not too slow, not too fast, both of them moaning against each other’s mouth as he fills her up inch by inch. Once he is in fully, she takes a few moments to adjust to his size, gently circling her hips slightly. 

“Want to ride me, baby?” he asks, giving her hips a squeeze.

“Yes, boss,” she breathes out and then starts moving. 

Up and down. Back and forth. She is bouncing on him, nails digging into his pecks, surely leaving marks, but neithe rof them cares. He’ll happily wear them and then once they fade he will have her redo them again and again. 

When she can feel her orgasm nearing Harry wraps his arms around her and pulls her tight against him, lips crashing messily but she just keeps moving even when her thighs start shaking. 

“Harry,” she pleads gasping.

“Let me feel you come on my cock, Y/N,” he growls against her lips, his arms locked tightly around her. 

Then he starts thrusting up, meeting her rhythm and a few seconds later he feels her walls gripping his cock as her orgasm washes over her. He doesn’t stop moving, watches her ride through her pleasure before he reaches his high as well, his thrusts staggering. She can feel him pumping inside of her and seeing him completely lose himself in her is something she will never forget. 

They stay like that, Harry is slowly softening, but he is still inside her as they lazily kiss. When she leans back she reaches down and collects some of his cum that has dripped out of her with her finger and he watches as she sucks it off before letting her her finger go with a pop. 

“Jesus, you’re killing me,” he growls, head falling back, but she just chuckles and kisses his chin. 

“Mm don’t tell me you’re done for today,” she smiles at him coyly. Harry looks up at her in awe.

“Not at all. But why don’t we go back to my place? I have quite some fantasies to fulfill with you there as well.”

She leans closer, but stops before their lips could meet, then whispers: “Yes, boss.”

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[lostalioth]

Perlah and Princess finding younger nurse reader’s old modeling photos. Jack Abbot and Dana ask them what’s going on and they show them the photos. Jack’s already existing crush on her grows more and he starts acting weird with her at work and she wonders why. He finds the photos for himself and eventually asks her out and maybe things get spicy ;))))

— ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ༘˚. ᵎᵎ

→ warnings: jack abbot x fem!reader, 2.2k wc, smut, pervy!jack, nicknames [baby, sweetheart, honey], unprotected or protected sex you can choose lowkey, I just forgot to write about the condom…

→ a/n: i didnt know what type of modelling pics you meant exactly so my brain went the underwear modeling izzie stevens to pay your way through school modeling pics way. which lead to well you’ll see. yall send me jack abbot thoughts PLEASE

If Jack thought you looked pretty in scrubs at work and the occasional casual civies after shift is over, he is now convinced you look like an actual angel in the photo he is currently staring at on Princess’s phone.

They were supposed to be doing hand-offs, you know that thing he’s normally very diligent about, he had just barely walked through the doors of the hospital before he sees Perlah and Princess huddled together by the nurse’s station. Now this wasn't an odd sight by any means but the absolute shock on their faces was what slightly alarmed him to begin with. It apparently alarms Dana just as much because she is waking up to them alongside Jack, — “Whatever has you twos jaws damn near on the floor better be good” she scoffs softly. “Supposed to be trading off patients with night shift or better yet clearin’ beds” The mother hen Dana is as always keeping her pittlings in line.

Without another word, Princess spins her phone in her shock and there sits the photo that now almost has Jack’s jaw being the one nearly on the floor but he has to stay professional, even if he is looking at the most beautiful thing on earth right before his eyes. It looks to be an old professionally taken photo of you, all dolled up, hair done and you're wearing what looks almost like a nightie, it’s sheer and black and Jack thinks if he stares any longer he’s gonna have to change both his scrub pants and his underwear. Better yet or his heart is gonna give out from how damn hard it’s thumping against his chest.

Now Jack is by no means a prude but god does he really hope the whole PTMC and their mothers haven't seen you like this, he knows how fast the rumor mill runs with Princess and Perlah at the front lines.

“How- How um” he attempts to get out but his brain apparently can’t currently form any words, if he thought his little pathetic crush he had on you was bad before. It's worse, so much worse now. He thinks his heart is about to thump right out of his chest at the sight of you, the sight of you rounding the corner headed their way now in fact. Dana ever his savior chimes in. “Should the two of you have this picture? How did you get it anyway?” she questions a bit harshly.

“Princess” you hiss out at her as she spins her phone back hiding it in her chest. “You weren’t exactly supposed to show people” you explain and Jack swears he hears you mumble “Especially” as you nod your head his way. Perlah fades out of her own shock and begins arguing or scolding Princess in Tagalog, not that Jack understands any of it as they walk away. You let out a sigh and start explaining, “Uh yeah i sent it to her, I was complaining to Princess about rent and she mentioned her student loans and i told her that i sort of un conventionally paid my way through nursing school so i didnt have any and well” you gesture towards the two still arguing nurses going about their duties now.

Jack's mind is still on the photo as he stares at you, his eyes scanning your body. He can’t help his thoughts drifting to think of what kind of bra or panties you had under your scrubs, if they were lacey or just basic black, he prays lace. His cock doesn't seem to mind either option however as it twitches at the thought. He thinks he hears you and Dana talking back and forth but his brain is still not exactly working. “Gotta find Robby, hand-offs and all” he grumbles out a bit rough as he walks away in some direction, any direction that's away from you before he starts leaking in his boxers.

Which is about how it goes the whole rest of the shift. Him walking away from wherever you are, he works alongside you when you’re the assigned nurse but during down time if he can see you walking his way he’s spinning and walking whatever direction beside yours he can. You’re not stupid you notice he’s acting weird and avoiding you, you know it’s because of the picture, you think however it’s cause he’s judging you. What you don't know is, Jack goes home and by some miracle through internet snooping and stalking your following, he finds the photographer and furthermore his end goal — the picture, more than just one in fact.

If Jack fists his cock with the modeling pictures pulled up on his phone that morning he got home and subsequently that night before his next shift, well that's between him and the four walls of his apartment.

You were already ready to end Jack avoiding you by the next shift, pulling him aside in the ambulance bay before he could even walk inside, you had practically jumped out at him like a bunny he didn't have time to turn away.

“I didn’t take you of all people as the judgemental type Jack, I did what I had to pay my way through school” you start immediately ranting at him, his chest starts to ache as he registers the genuine hurt in your eyes as you are snapping at him. “Sweetheart-” he starts as if to explain himself but is cut off as you continue. “I don't appreciate you avoiding me and judging me because of it, I'm not proud of it but it happened and it helped, I would however appreciate you not telling anyone else” “Never” he responds quickly and gruffly, more jealously lacing his voice than intended. You nod and mumble “Thank you” as your tense shoulders drop, the fire leaves your body.

“I was never judging you honey i just-” he starts and stops shaking his head. “You what jack?” you prompt with a manicured hand on his forearm, heat flooding his face at the contact and what he has decided in the last few seconds he’s about to do. “It’s just I-” clearing his throat and looking up he starts again.

“I like you, a lot actually and seeing well you know only made it worse, never meant to make you feel judged” before you can let his confession sink in he’s speaking again in quick succession, because he’s scared to hear what he is expecting to be a rejection. “And I might as well ask ya’ now but will you let me take you out on a date sweetheart?” he braces himself for a polite no to leave your lips but instead they crash against his and so does your chest against his when you throw your arms around his neck.

He hums into the kiss in surprise but also in content as he kisses back, his eyes fluttering shut, slipping a hand around your waist and pushing at the small of your back to press your whole body against his. “This is a yes if you couldn’t tell-” “yeah yeah i got it baby” he cuts you off and deepens the kiss not ready to pull away just yet, his hands sliding from your waist down to grab a handful of your ass.

“Oh finally!” Dana exclaims as the sliding doors open, her words startling the two of you apart. “Knew i’d have to win one of these damn bet pools yet” She smirks and pats abbot on the shoulder and shoots a wink your way before heading off to the other end of the ambulance bay pulling out her lighter and cigarettes as she walks. Safe to say moment ruined but you and Jack turn back to look at each other and both erupt into laughs.

Jack's not as nervous on the date as he expects and he’s a perfect gentleman. Picking you up at the exact time he said, bringing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers that he definitely didn't learn when overhearing a conversation between you and Perlah. He opens the car door for you, even buckling you in with a kiss to your forehead before getting in his side, opening the door to the restaurant, one he picked because he knows they serve your favorite food. A fact he learned one night you were working a double and were starving, so you know a less weird way of learning something about you. But since meeting you, Jack had succumbed to stealing all the little facts he could get about you in anyway he could.

The date goes perfect, even more than expected when Jack ends up spread out laid back on your albeit a little small for a man his size bed. All he was expecting tonight to get was a goodnight kiss, but this, you naked as the day you were born on top of him, is much, much better.

Jack’s just about if not more bare than you, His nice dress shirt, pants and boxers are discarded on your bedroom floor next to your pretty black dress and your lacy bra and panties (he did in fact sort of guess right, you wear black lace). His prosthetic is also off, not discarded but leaned up against your nightstand, when he sat down on your plush bed he groaned and rubbed at where it met his thigh and ever the observant girl you are you asked if it was bothering him. Jack, ever the man to avoid being a burden told you not much, you then offered to take it off for him. Who’s he to say no to a pretty girl pretty much asking to take off his pants?

Turns out he underestimated just how intimate it would feel to have you strip him of not just his clothes. He will admittedly deny tearing up slightly or excuse it as relief when you took it off.

“Jack~ you feel s’ good, fuck! S’ big” you moan out as your hips buck forward, your back arching when his lift up to meet you, his cock dragging against your velvety walls. “Fuck honey! You feel amazing holy fuck, youre already killing me here baby” he grunts out as his grip on your hips tightens, his eyes can’t chose between watching the way your face contorts in pleasure when his tip hits that spongey spot deep inside you just right or watching where your bodies are connected and gazing in awe at how your pussy is practically swallowing his cock. “She’s such a greedy thing baby, she's engulfin’ my cock and still aching for more huh?” he coos, bringing his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You clench down around him at the action and bounce even harder up and down his cock. “Wanted this- wanted you so long fuck!” he groans out as his head falls against your silk pillow below him. You hum out in a high pitch nodding your head as if to agree with him. “Ridin’ me so good honey” he coos. “Fuck- Jack im- m’ gonna cum” you whine out, your eyes screwing shut in pleasure as your hands reach down behind you, grabbing at his thighs, your hips speeding up. He speeds up his toying with your bundle of nerves and a smirk blooms on his face as a sneaky thought enters his head.

You're so blissed out on top of him that you miss one of Jack’s hands leaving your body and him leaning over to grab his phone off the nightstand. “Yeah honey? Gonna cum f’ me?’ he mocks softly using your whiney tone of voice, it has your hips faltering lightly as you get closer and your cunt clenching down on him harder. “Fuck- she’s milking me sweetheart, wan’ me to cum with you?’ he asks though he thinks he’s about ready to cum that second with how enthusiastically you nod your head before throwing it back, a mantra of yes’s spilling from your parted lips.

Lifting his phone just in time he takes a picture capturing your body and face screwed tight in euphoria as your high crashes into you.

“Cumming- m’ cumming- shit” you squeal out. “There we go honey, cum for me sweetheart, ive got you” he mumbled out in a soft tone as your legs started shaking lightly where they rested either side of Jack who isn't far behind you, his hips buck up against yours as your pussy squeezes his release out of him. Your hips rock against his softly as the two of you come down, his thumb slowly stopping the circles on your clit and coming to rest on the side of your thigh. You finally open your eyes to find Jack’s phone aimed at you, your eyes go a little wide with surprise. “Come on, model for me baby huh?” he coaxes, thrusting up into you as his cock is softening inside you, but gives a small twitch at the movement.

You squeal a little and giggle before doing a silly dramatic sexy pose on top of him by pushing out your bare chest and making a fake orgasm face. He takes the photo and another when you're mid giggle before striking another fake mid orgasm pose. “Oh sweetheart, I know that one’s fake, got the real one right here” he chuckles and flips his phone to show you the picture of you he took mid real orgasm. “Jack” you squeal and swat at his chest.

→ a/n: half assed proof-read, i meant for this to be short but apparently i cant do under 1k and yet i feel like i don’t like this and i rushed the smut…anyway it’s 2 am maybe i should sleep.

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She shifted on his thighs, trying to find a comfortable spot, but it was impossible when she was stretched so full around him. It was a sweet sort of torture, keeping his cock warm and tucked deep inside her while he sat casually at his desk, phone pressed to his ear, discussing business like she wasn’t currently impaled on him.

Every slight movement made her feel him, the thick length giving an occasional throb inside her without any thrusting, just sitting heavy and deep.

Just how he liked it.

She had woken up wanting him, and he had been in his office, working. Harry was dedicated to work but she knew that there had to be a good reason she had woken up without him considering he hated being disturbed during his time with her.

Seeing his face when she’d walked in had confirmed his irritation, phone on speaker and muted as he motioned her over to him with an immediate softening as soon as she got close to him, pulling her into his lap.

It had devolved quickly, though, because Harry was irritated and his angry voice directed at the people on the other line had made her already horny body all but drip.

Why she liked it when he got into the role of Boss, she didn’t know, but she did know that he had noticed it nearly immediately as she had squirmed on his lap to try and readjust.

“Take what you want, get me warm. But sit still.” He’d told her in her ear, not bothering to mute the call when she undid his belt with shaky, excited fingers and turned to straddle him with her back to his chest.

He’d been nice enough to help her, hooking his arm around her waist to help her stay steady as she dragged the tip of him through the slickness of her cunt, but the little nip on her earlobe was enough of a cue to urge her to sink down onto him.

That had been 10 minutes ago.

His hand splayed out on her stomach, not minding the thin fabric of his tee shirt that she had thrown on to walk to his office, he traced over her belly button as if he couldn’t feel her cunt dripping down his cock, clearly making a mess.

He was talking to some contractor, voice clipped and irritated, but no hint of strain despite the way she had heard him swallow thickly when she brought her hand up to cover her own mouth.

One thing he loved was making her feel good, and knowing that he was giving her some sweet torture clearly had the intended affect.

His fingers on her belly drifted lower as he cleared his throat, dipping lower to feel how slick she was getting. It was maddening to her, knowing he was doing something so miniscule and yet, she was already twitching and biting back whimpers as soon as his fingers touched her pussy.

Ignoring her clit, he let out a pleased hum right against her ear as he dragged the slick up towards her stomach, making a trail as he slipped his hand under the top and let the wet fingers mess up her clean skin of her stomach.

She wanted to be good- of course she did, but when he leaned forward to look to the computer for god knew what, she felt him press slightly deeper and right against that damn spot that made her toes curl, she almost broke.

The muffled whine was still too loud as she pressed her hand back harder against her mouth, head falling back onto his shoulder.

"Yeah, I’ll need that estimate by Friday. No excuses." He said darkly, exhaling sharply when he removed his hand from her her shirt. “I’m wasting my fucking Sunday morning talking to you lot, so I’m already not happy with the delay.”

His fingers worked under her wrist, prying her palm away from her lips. He didn't rush it, just slowly peeling her hand down, replacing it with his thumb pressing against her mouth to keep the sounds contained. He could feel her panting against his thumb, her jaw working at his digit as she tried so hard not to make a proper noise.

The moment the digit slipped into her mouth, her eyes fluttered closed. Harry felt just how much she liked it as her cunt fluttered around him, her tongue licking at the tip of his thumb as she suckled at it to bite back her own hum.

She couldn’t help it. The contrast between his calm, professional phone voice and what he was doing underneath her was doing things to her. He knew that best of all.

"Suck on that," he murmured against her ear, barely audible to the phone conversation, but she knew he wouldn’t really care too much if they did know. He was playing into it because he loved making her worked up, and he knew this would do it.

Harry didn’t give a fuck about anyone knowing that he was with her. The man was shameless about hos much he loved her.

His thumb pressed deeper into her mouth, stroking over her tongue, giving her something to focus on other than the way his cock was hot and heavy inside her. "I need silence, baby. Keep that mouth busy. I’m sorry it’s taking so long."

Her jaw went slack, tongue swirling obediently around his thumb as she tried to ground herself. It was a distraction, a mercy really, because without it she knew she’d be whimpering loudly every time he shifted his hips.

"Doing so well for me, sweetheart." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple as his hand drifted from her wrist down to her hip, squeezing the flesh there firmly. "I know it's a lot, keeping me all warm and snug while I have to deal with incompetence. You're being such a sweet girl staying quiet." His hips gave a shallow, deliberate roll that made her gasp around his thumb, cunt fluttering desperately at the cruel move. Just mean, especially when she knew he wasn’t going to fuck her properly just yet. "Just sit there and keep Daddy warm, yeah?"

He slid his thumb out of her mouth, shushing her gently when she tried to protest before replacing it with the pad of his index finger and rolling it across her tongue before adding his middle finger. The new addition made her hum, her mouth stretching around two thick digits instead of one. Her tongue instinctively lapped at them, sucking harder as she felt him press them back into her mouth before dragging the pads of his fingers over the flat of her tongue.

"Mmm, that's it, my perfect girl. So understanding. M’gonna make it up to you for being so patient for me." He praised, his hand still on her stomach as he unmuted the phone.

"Yeah, Friday. Not Wednesday next fucking week." His tone was icy, a 180 from the coo he treated her to. “I think it’s plenty generous considering what a complete fucking waste of time this has been. No news, a delay, all for what? I don’t give a fuck about apologies, don’t make these mistakes the first time.”

His fingers worked in her mouth, fucking in and out slowly as he talked, giving her just enough to keep her occupied. When she pushed a little too deep and gagged, he pulled the phone from his cheek to apologize. "Sorry, darling. I know, it’s hard for you to stop yourself. Need to be filled at all times. Gonna make sure you’re full all morning for being so good. Dont have to gag for it’d honey.” He crooned, then unmuted himself again.

"If I have to come down there, leave my fiancée at home and do your job for you, I will. And trust me, you really don't want that." His threat was clear, his voice cold and deadly serious.

The switch back and forth should probably be concerning, but the way her cunt wept on top of his cock was the type of reaction he got out of her.

It was a good thing this was her forever.

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With Fire and Blood

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Summary: Daemon won his war against Viserys the Hightowers and claims the object of his desire...

Warnings: canon typical stuff, it's Daemon 🤷🏻‍♀️; this is just a quick teaser, sorry not sorry; virgin reader, tiny bit of knife play and fingering, implied throne sex (might fix it later, just didn't wanna write more (or even this much🤷🏻‍♀️)), my shitty attempt at valyrian, idk let me know if I missed something, written in the usual adding a bit here and there session and not reread so might be a bit messy 🤷🏻‍♀️

History may record the victory of Daemon Targaryen as a triumph over the Hightowers who tried to rule in his brother's name or as proof of his greed for the throne. No one would think that the infamous Rouge Prince would start a war because he couldn't get the woman he wished for.

It was not a secret that Daemon wanted a Valyrian bride, all who heard him call his first wife a bronze bitch could tell he was not happy with the match. And while you were always close to your uncle, given your similar rebellious nature, not even your father suspected how deep Daemon's affections run. At least not until he asked for your hand.

Despite the people's love for him, Viserys was not a good king, he made many mistakes but refusing this, you, from Daemon proved the be the biggest mistake he could ever make.

And all for nothing. It wasn't even an hour after he took the throne that the new king sent for you.

"Sparo drīvose gaomā, kepus?" you ask with an amused tone. What do you think you’re doing, Uncle?

He chuckled, relieved that you were seemingly not angry at him. So he leaned back and let his eyes roam over your black and red-clad form, appreciating the sight as he answered in a gravelly voice.

"Iksan gūrogon skoros iksis ñuhon. Lēda perzys ānogar." I take what is mine. With fire and blood.

"Māzigon kesīr!" he demanded and then huffed in annoyance when you halted before you reached him. Come here!

"Leave us." He ordered but the guards standing in front of the throne, between you and him, remained motionless, so with a raised voice he clarified, "All of you."

You had a feeling the taller one, the one standing closer to you, would prefer to escort you to a cell. But after sparing you a mistrusting glance, he bowed and left with the reminder that you are not facing a prince anymore. "As you wish, my king."

"Māzigon kesīr!" he repeated, and this time you obeyed. Come here!

Daemon took your hand and abruptly pulled you close until you stumbled into his lap.

"Urnēbagon hen." he warned, saving you from a blade. Watch out.

Shaking your head disapprovingly, you let it go. You were way too curious to see what he would do now to ruin this moment with a petty fight over his antics. But mixed with the curiosity, there was still a nervous edge present in you that was betrayed by your refusal to meet his gaze and your sudden interest in tracing the patterns of his armour with your fingertips.

He took your hand in his with one hand and hooked his finger under your chin with the other, forcing you to look at him. He wanted you to see the sincerity of his words, that you had no reason to fear him. "ȳdra daor sagon zūgagon." Don't be afraid.

Your warm answering smile made his heart melt. It said, 'I could never be afraid of you'. And he couldn't hold back anymore. Leaning forward, he captured your lips with his, hoping to convey his feelings just like you had a moment before.

Daemon smiled into the kiss, delighted by the enthusiasm with which you returned his affection and somehow even more so with your complaining whine when he pulled away.

He let go of your hand, his palm sneaking over your thigh, resting there as he took a strip of your hair between his fingers, smoothing over it like it was the finest silk to be revered. Daemon was thinking about how he will make you his wife and how he couldn't wait to admire your naked form in bed while you are writhing underneath him in pleasure as he claims you.

He was brought back to the present by another kiss, a bit clumsier than the first, but it didn't fail to make him just as happy. While he let you continue, his mind wandered off to more practical thoughts.

He needed to prepare you, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you but your first time being on the Iron Throne was such a wonderfully delicious picture that he wanted to cherish forever. With his mind set on this, he pulled away again.

The feeling of Daemon's dagger brushing along your neck made you shudder in dread and excitement. He carefully dragged the blade down to your chest and you gasped as he cut into your dress to have better access to your breast.

He did not cut all the way, having in mind that you would need your dress somewhat intact on the way back to your room. It was just enough to let him see more of you. But he didn't stop there, hooking the blade into the edge of your dress, he cut it from the very end to your thigh, creating room for what he had in mind.

With the clothes just far enough out of the way, he discarded his weapon and focused on teasing you. With slow kisses from the corner of your mouth, down to your neck and your rapidly rising and falling chest. He could tell you were already somewhat overwhelmed by all the new sensations and cruelly, he wanted to see how much you could take.

So he pulled at your dress, ripping it a bit more - not that either of you cared at his point - and he was left speechless with what he found, or rather didn't find there. Naughty little girl, he thought, smiling at the idea that you omitted to wear anything under your dress precisely for this occasion.

He did not waste time, finding your untouched, sweet little cunt, rolling over the sensitive little bud, he encouraged you to 'sing for him'. And you did not hold back your moans that echoed through the immense room.

Then he gathered your arousal and dipped a finger into you, making you arch your back with bliss before adding another finger, opening you up, despite his plan to take his time with you.

He groaned appreciatively as you kissed him again, moving your lips over his in a slow caress until he coaxed you to open up to him. Then you both became frantic again, could barely bare to be separated.

Daemon let you undo his trousers and showed you how to pleasure him with your hand until he was painfully hard in your hold. He lifted your hips, guiding you over him but letting you close the distance.

At the feeling of your bare, wet centre, he practically growled, "ñuhon." Mine.

"Sepār yne dārlīs," you pleaded and he couldn't resist anymore. So take me, then.

The people would serve him as a king and you will be his queen but he would worship you like a goddess in return for the greatest gift he ever received, your unconditional love.

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Fatherhood

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

More of Daemon's Wife au

Summary: A glimpse into Daemon's life as a father.

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After watching your husband act like a fool for days you finally lost your patience so tonight when Daemon climbed into bed with you and started kissing your neck you pushed him away.

“What did I do?” He asked, knowing that you were upset by the frown on your face.

"You're ignoring Baelon," you accused him without any doubt of your words.

Since the two of you had came back home from the war, Daemon had barely been to the nursery and when the whole family was at the table he never tried to talk to Baelon. You didn't expect him to instantly become familiar with his role as a father., after all, he hadn't been able to meet their son before, but you never thought that your husband would look for any excuse not to be with your son.

"He doesn't like me so I'm not going to bother him" he responded, wanting to appear unconcerned but you know him well so you know that this actually bothered him.

When you and your husband returned from Stepstones, your son had burst into tears the first time Daemon spoke to him. You noticed the pain in your husband's eyes when Baelon hid his face in your neck, refusing to see him. You didn't blame your son for being afraid since it was the first time he saw his father. You knew Daemon had been excited to finally meet Baelon so you understood that the boy's reaction would have disappointed him but you didn't expect him to decide to distance himself because of that.

"He doesn't like you because he doesn't know you yet," you explain now in a softer tone. "Daemon, I don't know what you expected from your first meeting but he acted like any other child would. He doesn't know you so you have to earn his trust. He's not going to love you just because im tell him you're his father. You have to spend time with him," you advised him as you traced random patterns on his chest, hoping he wouldn't take your words the wrong way.

"I will," he promised before kissing you on the lips. He was satisfied to see that this time you didn't push him away so he continued kissing you again and again.

And Daemon really considered your words because after that night he started spending more time at the nursery. At first, Baelon looked uncertainly at Daemon when he spoke to him but you always encouraged him to respond. In addition, it also helped that your son saw that you were always calm and smiling around Daemon, so little by little the boy began to gain more confidence. Every time you were about to tell him a new story, Baelon asked his father if he knew it too and he listened attentively every time Daemon contributed. When he realized that his father also knew High Valyrian, he began to proudly tell him the words he had learned so far and asked him to also teach him new words, now at the table after the servants brought the food Baelon spent his time asking his father what he liked and what he didn't, interested in knowing more about him. Not only that but Baelon also started inviting him to the walks the two of you take together on the beach. Seeing all this, you were proud of the progress between father and son and it made you happy to see the happiness on Daemon's face every time Baelon asked his opinion or asked him something, not to mention when he held his hand for the first time while the three walked together in the beach.

But still, you couldn't help but notice that the two of them were never alone, you were always there as if they wouldn't dare to be alone.

"Where is he going?" Baelon asked, looking with a pout at his father's back as he walked.

"You Kepa is going to go see his dragon" You smiled as you came up with an idea so that they could spend some time alone "Do you want to go with him?"

You weren't surprised when he let go of your hand and started running after Daemon shouting "Kepa! Kepa!" Your husband soon stopped and turned to see the little copy of him running towards him with a big smile. He felt his heart warm at the sight. When Baelon was a few steps away from him, he approached and picked him up without warning, making the boy squeal with happiness.

"I want to go with you," the boy announced before his father could ask him what was happening.

Your husband looked at you waiting for you to say something but you were already raising your hand saying goodbye to them with a smile. Baelon moved his hand back and forth until you became a distant speck on the beach.

"What's the name of your dragon?" the boy asked, still in his dad's arms as he walked.

"Caraxes" the father responded with a smile even though this was not the first time his son had asked him that.

"It's like Wing?"

Daemon would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of hearing how Baelon called your dragon Wing because according to the Nightwing boy he was too long.

"Caraxes is much grander than the dragon on your muña," the prince responded, feeling his smile grow larger as he imagined your indignation if you would listen to him. A part of him hoped that Baelon would later tell you this just to see your reaction.

"He's giant!" Baelon exclaimed impressed when he saw the red beast. "Will my dragon be like that too?" He asked excitedly.

"Probably but in many years" Daemon replied and poked his nose when he saw him pouting "Do you want to pet him?" Instantly the pout was replaced by a smile.

"Yes!" the boy shouted excitedly and before Baelon went to touch the dragon, Daemon took his son's small hand before placing it and his carefully on the dragon's face. He did not believe that Caraxes would do anything to him but he preferred not to risk it, it was known that dragons did not usually react well when someone who was not their rider approached them with too much confidence and the last thing he wanted was for his son to end up hurt so he was for a while talking to his dragon while they both caressed it.

Daemon could remember the proudest moments in his life: when he claimed Caraxes, when his father gave him Dark Sister, when he called you his wife for the first time when you told him you were pregnant and now it added up to see his son bond with his dragon.

They were there for a while. Daemon listened with amusement to Baelon's ramblings about how giant Caraxes was and that he surely had to eat a lot to achieve that size, all while never stopping petting the dragon. Until started to get dark then they headed back to the castle.

"I like Wing more" the boy confessed once the figure of the dragon became a distant speck.

"Tomorrow you will come to fly with me and you will see that Caraxes flies faster," the prince said instantly. He had to change Baelon's mind before he said that again but in front of you. He could already imagine your cocky smile and how you would never let him forget it.

"Let's fly now!" the boy squealed excitedly.

"We can't now, your daughter must be waiting for us for dinner" the father explained, and seeing that  Baelon seemed about to complain he added "Would you like her to have dinner alone? I'm sure that would make her sad"

"No, let's go with muña!"

During dinner, Baelon spent his time talking non-stop about Caraxes and how tomorrow he would fly with his Kepa. You listened to everything with a smile and only interrupted your son's ramblings to remind him to eat before the food got cold.

In the middle of Baelon's talks, Daemon took your hand and kissed it. He didn't need to tell you anything, you could see it in his eyes, he was grateful that you encouraged him to stop hiding and that he would make an effort to form a bond with his son.

When it was time for Baelon to go to sleep you and him got up from the table to go to the nursery but first Baelon said goodbye to his Kepa with a kiss on the cheek. You encouraged your son to go ahead with one of the maidens while you stayed with Daemon.

"I'm proud of you," you said as you took your husband's face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him "I can't wait to see you with the next one" you declared between kisses.

Your husband took a while to register your words because he was distracted by the taste of your lips but once he did he stopped kissing you to look at you impressed.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked just to make sure he understood correctly although he could already feel his heart racing.

You nodded with a smile and let out a laugh the moment Daemon pulled you onto his lap. You kissed his neck while his hand rested on your stomach. You still didn't show but he couldn't wait to see how the life inside you grew. He couldn't be by your side when you were pregnant with Baelon but this time it would be different, this time the two of you wouldn't have to discuss the baby's name by letter, this time Daemon would feel the baby's kicks instead of having to imagine it, this time if you wanted him, he would be by your side when you gave birth, this time he wouldn't have to wait years to meet his son. This time he would be there to see him grow.

"This time I won't miss anything," he promised, kissing your forehead.

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You Will Be My Draught (Daemon Targaryen x wife!reader)

“Some poor thing would have to sort my ashes from yours, to ever separate us.”

Wordcount: 1.7k

Summary: The horrors of the war do not give you a moment to rest. Every hour, waking or asleep, you are reminded that no one is safe in these times. Your husband seeks to let you realize that you are not on your own.

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Smut (MDNI), angst, mentions of war, brief mentions of blood, mentions of death, hallucinations/trauma responses, bathtub sex, nipple play, nipple sucking, making out, creampie, soft!dom!daemon

Notes: yes im addicted to wife reader, what are you gonna do ab it! promise next one is something wayyy different haha <33

Your handmaidens swarm around you like distressed little insects.

One is intent on pouring a fresh batch of scalding water into your bath every five seconds. Another is repeatedly scrubbing on a single confined area of your back, which is bound to be red with irritation now.

You, yourself, are still. Silent. Mind racing with thoughts of war and conflict, your eyes staring blankly into the water surrounding you. The fire of the candles, placed on the tub's edge, are reflected onto the quiet ripples. A bubble floats peacefully towards you. Reaching for it with a gentle finger, it bursts under what can barely be described as a touch.

Pop!

You are startled. A loud ringing consumes your hearing. Your hands fly to your ears, water splashing, flames flaring and roaring in the waves, engulfing you, burning, skin sizzling, people suffering.

A scream.

“Your grace?”

A gasp leaves you when a hand is laid on your shoulder. The hand of one of your maidens, looking at you with a concerned expression. You are about to offer an explanation, when the doors to the bathchamber flies open.

“What is the meaning of this?”

If you thought the handmaiden seemed concerned, she is no match for the current state of your husband. Daemon stands in the doorway, an arm on each side of it, brows furrowed and eyes piercing.

“Leave us.”

The maidens scurry, like birds fleeing from the trees at the sight of a predator. They walk in grand circles around your husband, carving a clear path straight for where you are curled up in the tub. He sits on the edge of it.

“I heard a scream”, he says, after a long moment of simply observing you. You are shivering, yet gleaming with sweat, hands balled into fists, keeping your legs bent and tucked to your chest.

“I- The water. It was very hot. Startled me a little”, you manage to reply, with a voice that barely trembles. Though the aversion of your husband's gaze lets him know something is awry.

“A little?”

He shifts, now crouching down, kneeling beside you and resting his arms on the edge of the bath.

“And what of your nightmares, lately?”

For no longer can you avoid his eyes, and when you finally meet them, you know that he’s figuring you out. He has had you figured out, from the moment he stepped foot into the bathchamber.

“Now plaguing me in my waking hours as well, apparently”, you attempt to utter in the tone of a jest, but to your husband it is clearly no laughing matter.

“Have you been drinking your draught?”

“The draught has no effect.”

“I can have the maester-”

“No!”

Once again, you remain powerless over your own screams, and your hand flies to cover your mouth at the realization. Tears fill your eyes, and before you can even attempt to apologize, Daemon interrupts you with one hand on yours, the other cupping your face.

“It’s alright, love.”

You free your own lips.

“It is not, I yelled.”

“I know, it does not matter.”

“I am not angry with-”

“I know.”

“You.”

With that he shushes you, stroking your cheek as it gets covered with tears. You breathe in heaves, gasping and sniffling, choking for air that feels too thick for your throat.

“Should I join you?”

You blink in confusion, wiping your eyes. You are nearly too choked to speak, but manage to let out a meek:

“What?”

“Would it help? If I joined you.”

Not trusting your vocal chords for any more words, you simply nod.

“I need you to say it to me, darling.”

The tears seem unstoppable, dripping down your cheeks with such speed, they threaten to overflow the bath.

“I know, it’s tough, but I need to hear-”

“Yes. Please.”

With your unquestionable consent, Daemon stands and begins to undress. It never tires you, seeing him peel away each layer, strong hands pulling away his shirt, then the strap of his belt, bare shoulders relaxing, like the weight of the day is woven into the fabric and only enables him to fully rest once removed.

Now completely exposed before you, he slowly settles into the water. It is indeed scalding, although that, of course, is of little relevance to the Targaryen Prince. He rests behind you, though not yet meeting your touch, instead seeking to be as careful with you as possible. However, you are not in need of caution, but care. You let your husband know by looking for him over your shoulder, and brushing the damp locks cascading down your back, to the front of your body.

Daemon’s hands, though large and muscly, the hands of a true dragon, land on your shoulders like feathers.

“Can I tell you something?”, he questions, as he begins kneading the knots out of your upper back and neck.

“Always”, you reply.

“I get them too. The nightmares. I hear explosions, when I accidentally drop my goblet to the stone floor. I see the blood of innocents, in the spilled wine. I see phantom faces in its reflection. I see my brother, my father, my nephews. But also one’s I cannot name.”

Once again, you turn to face him.

“How do you bear it?”

His hands come to a halt, instead moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear while looking you in the eye.

“I try to remain minded on the things that are here. The things that bring me solace.

As if to prove his point, he grabs your wrist. Your hand, still in a fist, loosens as he shifts it to rest on the left side of his chest. Pumping beneath your palm, ever so lightly, you feel his heart. It’s such a tranquil sensation, you almost don’t notice it at first.

“I am glad to be one of those things.”

“As I wish to be for you.”

He amplifies his words by placing a hand of his own over your heart, to find it beating hastily. Attempting to do as your husband has advised you, you remain focused on the things that are here. The slight ripple of the water against your limbs. The cold metal of the tub beneath you. Your husband, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted. His palm, calloused from many a years yielding a sword and holding on tightly to the saddle of Caraxes. You take a deep breath, feeling his hand rise and fall with your chest.

“You are. If only you promise no more of that dreadful draught.”

You notice the relief in your husband's eyes, when you at last crack a smile.

“Only you, from now on. You will be my draught.”

Your eyes fall shut on their own accord, resting in a calmness you thought was lost on you. Over your husband's hand, you place your own, making it your turn to shift its placement. Slowly, you trail it down. Past your collarbone, your chest, to finally rest on your left breast.

Daemon watches you with vigilance. This is not what he intended, when he set out to console you. But, well.

What his wife wants, she gets.

He brushes his thumb over your nipple, already hardened from exposure to the cold air. Your other, he occupies with his mouth, bending down to suck, gently at first, knowing you must be sensitive at the moment. Surely enough, the first couple of licks make you twitch slightly in his grasp, but after getting used to the sensation, your head falls back, whole body melting into the warm water. Daemon takes that as his sign to start biting.

“Fuck! Dae-”

He was unaware of his own eyes having fallen closed, hypnotized by the sound of your quiet mewls. They do however, shoot open as you moan for him, a groan of satisfaction at this hummed against your moist skin.

Once he deems his teasing has persisted long enough, he peels himself from your chest, already missing the warmth and your calm heartbeat against his hand.

“Should we move to-“

“No.” Your pronunciation is barely coherent, tongue twisting around the word, slurred and slow. “Take me here. It’s so nice here”, you continue, eyes still shut and hands blindly grabbing in search of Daemon's body. You need not seek it for long, before your husband's limbs cover yours once again like thick fog over delicate treetops. Except, him you actually feel. You are surrounded by everything warming and lulling, the water in the tub and your husband’s body becoming one, heating you up, tucking you in. His muscles, his hair tickling your neck, his cock resting between your legs.

With a whispered warning he enters you, and you are delighted to no longer be merely surrounded by comfort but also filled with it. It is outside as well as inside, and you feel as if every worry evaporates from your body with an exhale, joining the steam that leaves the tub.

“You must never leave.”

You mean what you’ve said, though you realize it is an impossibility.

“Never leave this castle. Never leave this room, this bath. Never leave me.”

Daemon looks at you with misty eyes. Whether caused by the humidity or your words, you cannot be certain.

“I.”

A pause, a thrust.

“Wouldn’t.”

Again.

“Ever.”

He accentuates his words with a kiss, deep and slow, though not very long-lived, his lips instead finding purchase against the shell of your ears.

“Some poor thing would have to sort my ashes from yours, to ever separate us.”

You know not what to reply to the most carnal expression of love ever uttered, and even if you did, you couldn’t. Too tranced by your husband’s effect on your body, you stay silent and thank him by kissing every spot you know will bring him to his finish. Collarbone, behind his ear, nose. It works, and with a string of strangled curses and a few darling’s, he spills his seed inside of you.

That sensation alone is what brings you to your own high, nails scratching at Daemon’s back, wishing it could last forever.

It cannot. But here, the surrounding environment outside this very bathtub, is pure nothingness. Dark, cold, empty space.

It has to be. For now.

[babybuns-blog]

Midnight Drop Off

Dropping off Jack's lunch and getting to have your hot older boyfriend flirt with you... What more could a girl want? 600+ words.

A shoutout to @angeliicide for the cutest pink divider.

You’re beautiful, it’s one of Jack’s favourite things about you. If you asked him, he would say that you have made him smile in his darkest moments, and that he fell in love with you because you personified sunshine…

But GOD, were you insanely hot, and he ate up every second of it (boy did he LOVE to eat it up). Every good thing must bite him in the ass when it comes to PTMC because here you are, his (controversially, some may say) younger girlfriend wearing a tiny skirt that he swears lets him see your lacey underwear with the way you're resting your elbows on the hub and your new wedges that made your legs look even sexier.

“Jackie!!” you squealed, practically skipping over to him with excitement. You were cradling his lunchbox in your arms, something he had not seen while oogling you a moment ago. “I’m going to start thinking you hate my cooking if you keep forgetting your lunchbox”.

Pulling you into his chest with his arms around your waist, Jack chuckles, “I don’t think you can blame me when you keep deciding to distract me during my pre-work shower by-”

“AHHH STOP!” smacking your hand over his mouth before he can finish that sentence, his fox eyes staring with pure mischief at your doe ones.

“Yes… Please stop,” says Shen with a face of disgust, drinking a fresh Dunkin Coffee that you obviously brought him, considering the new boxes of doughnuts he can see through the breakroom window.  

“Okay, sweet girl, let me walk you out before you get me another HR violation”, tapping your ass as he moves you towards the door, “You can’t blame me for that, you’re the one who said the broom closet door locked”, pouting your lip out at him, trying to plead your case.

He couldn’t care less about traumatising Robby that day (a small part of him also knows Robby wasn’t mad to see it either) or getting written up by HR. Jack would get fired if it meant you’d come into his work and jump his old bones because he sent you a brooding shift selfie, as you call it.

“Thank you for bringing me my lunch, princess, and I enjoyed the wake-up call seeing what's underneath your skirt gave my heart” You smack his chest, giggling as he tries to lift the hem of the skirt to sneak another peek. “But I don’t like the idea of my angel driving over here at almost midnight. Next time, you let me get food from the cafeteria, okay?”

“Fat chance of that. I need to know that my big strong man is getting the nutrients he needs, and the only way I can do that is by feeding you good” You rub his arms and chest lightly, grazing your nails over the muscles you think about all day and night.

Lightly grabbing your chin and ducking his head to be eye level with you, Jack says, “You’re cute when you take care of me, but let's remember that what I say goes, so I’ll say it again. The next time I forget my lunch because my hot girlfriend decides to join me in the shower and make me lose track of time, you put it in the fridge, and I eat it when I get home, yes?”

Pausing for a moment, you nod your head, nibbling on your bottom lip, trying to keep from squeezing your thighs together.

“No no, use your words I wanna hear “Yes Jackie” from that sweet mouth”

“Y-yes Jackie”

“Good girl, I love you. Text me when you’re home,” and with a kiss he opens the car door for you and buckles your seat belt before watching you drive away.

Jack turns, walking back into PTMC with his head held high, knowing exactly what's going to be waiting and ready for him when he gets home.

[petalsforjoy]

His Favorite Part. || Jack Abbot

Summary: Jack Abbot loves his days off work...because he gets to spend it all day with you. SMUT. SMUTTTTT. MDNI.

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Female!Reader. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Smut.

Jack Abbot loved his days off. Not because he was able to sleep as long as he wanted, or because he could have a proper homemade meal. Those were nice perks, yes, but they weren't the reason he looked forward to them. He loved his days off because he got to fuck you every chance he wanted.

8:00 am:

He fucks you first thing in the morning. You’d wake up lying on your side while he’s spooning you. One arm wrapped around your waist. When you feel his hard cock press up against your ass. His hips thrust against your ass, pushing his hard cock against you. You bite your lip to silence a moan. But he hears you anyway; he doesn’t waste time as he hooks his thumb on the waistband of your cotton shorts, pulling them down. His middle and ring finger spread your wet folds open. He inserts both his middle and ring finger. Testing how wet and ready you were for his heavy, thick cock. He tugs his boxers halfway down, pulls you closer so your back hits his chest completely. The head of his cock between your ass, as he adjusts himself and enters you slowly, he groans into your ear. His head is in the crook of your neck, taking in the way you smell to keep him grounded. He loses control of his pace, picking up. The room gets filled with sounds of his thighs hitting your ass. He doesn't care that he’s always waking up the neighbors downstairs.

10:00 am:

He fucks you while you’re preparing breakfast. He watches as you cook in nothing but his shirt. He leans against the counter as he watches his shirt fall off one of your shoulders. You're humming a song while flipping pancakes, unaware of his predatory gaze. He moves off the counter and walks behind you. He turns you over to face him, hugging you softly. His lips touch your neck immediately, hands traveling from your waist to your ass, cupping them. He picks you up without warning, setting you on the counter in front of him. He kneels in front of you in an instant, pulling your shirt up and bringing you to sit closer to the edge. His hands move to your thighs, and he adjusts your legs so they’re on his shoulders. He dips his head down and straight to your pussy. His tongue licks your pussy in a line first, just to taste you. He moves closer against your pussy as he starts sucking your clit. He holds your trembling thighs. His tongue sets a gurgling rhythm. He feels your hand tug his hair; you feel the vibration of his groan against your clit. He doesn’t care that the pancake is now burnt.

3:00 pm:

He fucks because you make the best tomato soup with grilled cheese for lunch. He watches as you make him a plate and set it down in front of him. He looked at you with so much awe that blood ran straight through his cock. Because you’re perfect. Because he loves you. He pats his lap, and you gladly sit down. He kisses your lips softly at first, but the moment you grind on his hard cock, the kiss becomes sloppy and wet. He didn’t need to break the kiss to pull your panties to the side and free his cock. He entered you slowly, trying to remember the way your tight pussy feels. His head falls back as you ride him. He doesn't care that his lunch is now cold.

5:00 pm:

He fucks you while a movie plays. He couldn’t help it; his head was lying on your lap while you ran your hand through his hair. He didn’t even notice his cock getting hard from how good and relaxed you were making him feel. He moans softly, his warm breath hitting your bare thighs. He closes his eyes softly, feeling your free hand move down his chest. He whimpers quietly as your hand reaches the waistband of his boxers. His hips buck as you grab his cock, stroking him. Your thumb runs over his tip. He becomes needy and impatient; he guides you down on the couch. He doesn’t care that he's missing the plot twist in the movie.

7:00 pm:

He fucks you before you’re about to cook dinner. He sees you bending over to grab something out of the bottom cabinet. He moves behind you, sets his hands on your thighs, bringing you closer to your ass hitting his thighs. He whispers into your ear, his voice rough and low. His big arms hug you tightly. He kisses your neck, taking a step forward so the front of your thighs hit the cold cabinets and your waist pressed against the counter. Your hands on the counter, and you gasp as you feel his hard cock enter you without warning. He doesn't care that now he has to order takeout.

10:00 pm:

He fucks before you go to sleep. Your head pushed up against the mattress. He slaps your ass, making your back arch even more. Your chest on the mattress, ass in the air while he fucks you. The sound of skin slapping against each other. His pace is hard and rough as he pounds into your pussy. He loves seeing your face pushed against the mattress, hair all over your face, while you scream his name. He doesn’t care that the bed is loud, squeaking, and scraping against the floor.

2:00 am:

He wakes up in the middle of the night cock hard pressed up against you. He whispers into your ear, pleading and whiny. You couldn’t help it; you needed to help him. He watches your sleepy body move on top of him. He watches you in the dark; the only light is coming through the small gap in the curtains. The moonlight hits your body. His gaze fixed on you as you took off your shirt-his shirt. He helped you remove your panties. He could see the determination to please him. He admired every movement as you positioned yourself on him. Once your wet slick pussy took in his cock, you began moving. It was a slow grinding movement. His hands on your hips helped you keep the pace. He pushed his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and focused on the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. Taking in the feeling of you riding him. He groans softly, feeling your cold hands grab onto his chest. You quicken the pace. He could only focus on the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way you looked. You were all that consumed his mind. When he came, he moaned so loudly. He doesn’t care that it’s the middle of the night.

​

Yeah, he loves his days off work…your neighbors not so much

[mysticalnightingale]

Off Duty

(oneshot)

Major Iqbal x Y/N (f!reader)

Summary - Iqbal comes home to his wife sleeping.

[ Disclaimer - This is a fanfiction based on the Indian movie franchise - Dhurandhar. Characters mentioned in this fic are based on the fictional versions depicted in the movie and not their real life counterparts. All the characters except y/n belong to thel makers of the movie.]

Warnings - smut, consensual somnophilia.

{A/N - here's a very short oneshot, not proofread. I hope nobody gets offended by this. Please skip it if you're uncomfortable with somnophilia.}

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It was half past two in the morning when Iqbal walked in through the front door of your home and was met with the usual silence of early morning.

He was exhausted.

The debriefing had gone wrong, his plan to create an insurgency on the other side of the border had gone wrong and while testing the arms brought in the new consignment, one of the rifles had heavy recoil which left his shoulder aching. Overall he had a very bad and frustrating day, by the end of the day he was all pent-up.

He opens the bedroom door quietly, the sight he finds nearly brings him to his knees.

You're sleeping on your side of the bed, a half-open book laid on your stomach, which looked like you fell asleep while reading it. The thin strap of your night gown had slipped off one shoulder. The short gown had ridden up, exposing your lace panties and smooth legs.

Your chest rose and fell as you took rhythmic breaths, your hair sprawled on the pillow, framing your face.

His eyes softened and he moved towards the bed.

He gently took away the half-open book before placing it on the side table and brushed the hair strands away from your face.

He looked at you, tracing his eyes over your face. Taking in your features.

You looked cute.

His heart feels full at your sight, but he feels something else tighten too.

Reluctantly he pulls himself away and towards the shower.

He undresses and looks into the mirror, his eyes rested on the specks of blood on his face, it's not his blood ofcourse.

He loves you, you make it easy for him.

He gets under the shower and scrubs away the sweat and dirt until the water runs clear. He hums as he feels his muscles relax as the warm water runs down his body.

After he's done he slips on just sweatpants and sighs. Thoughts of sleep overtake his mind.

But all of that goes out the window when enters your room again and his gaze lands on you.

He slips in beside you, careful not to wake you up as the bed dips under his weight. He sits against the headboard with his arms crossed on his bare chest to keep them from inching towards you.

He's still too damn pent-up and he needs to relieve it. He stares at the ceiling as his pulse rises, the wet spot forming on his sweatpants is the least comfortable thing and his cock keeps growing every second.

He should not have a problem to touch you. He had done that before. Would it be selfish to disturb you?

He just needs to get it out of his system, he thinks and turns his head to you.

He fails to stop his hand from moving, placing it on your ass, he's studying your face for any reaction but it won't come. He slowly starts kneading the flesh, careful enough to not wake you up.

He hooks his fingers into your waistband and slowly drags them down until they're completely off.

He holds his breath for a moment before wrapping his large hands around your thighs and pushing them apart, now he kneels in between them getting a closer view at your cunt. It glistens in the dim light, already wet and leaking.

He bites the inside of his cheek and wonders if you would be mad but you did tell him that you liked being used by him.

He runs two of his fingers up and down your slit, making you shift ever so slightly. He finds your clit and starts rubbing it in circles, your hips shift and you let out small whimpers. He thrusts two fingers inside your cunt and you let out breathy moans.

After a minute or so he pushes his sweatpants down, his hardened cock springs free. He pulls his fingers away, rubbing your slick on his cock, he fists his cock a couple of times and then presses his tip to your entrance.

You start squirming under him.

He slides in slowly.

Your breathing speeds up for a moment before you open your eyes, slowly.

“I-Iqbal?” You said, gasping as he slid in completely, stretching your hole.

“Shhh…meri jaan,” he said.

He gave you a moment to adjust before moving his cock in and out of your pussy.

“Ah…ahhh,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

He buries his face into your neck, trailing open mouth kisses along the curve.

You grip onto his shoulders as he increases the pace. You arch your back to adjust yourself and that just sends his thick cock reaming into your sweet spot.

Your legs are already shaking. Close, you were already close, you don't even remember when the build up happened.

“Jagana nahi chahatha tha lekin tum itni haseen lag rahi thi —ngh— mujhe nahi laga ki tumhe bura lagega.”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened, your nails digging into his skin, deep enough to leave a few marks. Your moans get increasingly loud at each smack of his hips. Your eyes rolled back in your head, toes curling in.

“Oh, oh…Iqbal–”

He grunts in pleasure.

Your thighs seize as your orgasm throttles through your tired and spent body feeling your slick rush around his girth as you tremble below him.

A quick warm kiss on your cheek made you sigh, relaxing into it as he sped up and unloads himself inside you.

He pulls out and collapses beside you.

“Missed you.” You whisper.

“I missed you too.” He replies.

He kissed you, passionate and open mouthed.

You make out until sleep starts evading both of your senses again. You use your last bit of strength to drape an arm across his chest.

The last thing you remember is him pulling the blanket over you and pressing a kiss to your forehead while his thumb traced the diamond ring on your finger where your hand lay on his chest.

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[tomorrowwithme]

I hope those who are saying that "BJP must go" are ready to bear the price of what they're asking for.

You see this metro? It was the cunning shrewdness and complete amorality in the drive to make this nation progress of Narendra Modi which made this possible.

The infant mortality rate in India dropped by over 40% in just a decade, in the time period from 2012 to 2024. Maternal mortality rate fell by over 50%, declining from roughly 178 per 100,000 in 2010-2012 to under 90 per 100,000 by 2024.

Between 2012 and 2024, India experienced a sharp and historic decline in its poverty rate, lifting over 170 million people out of destitution according to World Bank.

No need to even mention Swachh Bharat Abhiyan and the implications of improved access to sanitation.

[tomorrowwithme]

Just in case these people delete or block me, I'm attaching my replies here

[rabbdaradio]

Oh my god please im not so petty i would not block you for saying such thing what is point of debate if i block you but please while you praise things bjp has done for tier 1 cities i would also like for you to talk about things they have not done for other cities i live in a tier 2 city + ncr + bjp is ruling party here but i have not see any thing they done for my people the subsidies they introduce during elections only lasts till elections are held our roads have potholes in them specially the area near schools drainage system doesn’t work there is a police officer who has harassed many women even complaints have been filed but it is not getting anywhere even government hospitals are not good

[crumbs-stuff]

It's incredibly disingenuous to discredit the actual demands of the people. If someone is unhappy with the government they have the complete freedom and right to protest against the same.

As far as infrastructure is concerned, it is popular knowledge that a majority of the infrastructure that has been opened since 2014, as rightly said before has had its approvals and foundations since before 2014.

And two things can be correct at the same time. I'm not denying that the current government has not done ANYTHING good, but it's important to remember that there still remain grave shortcomings, and it's absolutely the right of the citizens to protest for the same.

Also, I think if not BJP then who narrative needs to die down, because it creates this false sense of panic and an air of impending doom if the current political party is not elected, which is not the case.

There is no press neutrality and objectivity anymore, The telecom sphere has a duopoly, there is no transparency, no accountability from the PM's side, 0 press conferences held. The environment is taking the brunt of brutal and inconsiderate exploitation and expansion, adivasi are protesting. The rupee is at an all time high. The Ethanol scam is going unscathed, we are having to use it just so that the US has a market for their corn and the minister's company profits off of it. The education system is suffering, NEP has brought more pain than relief, so many government schools have been shut down. The youth is unhappy, the promised rate of employment was not achieved, papers are leaking left and right. Manipur an entire STATE has been suffering since the past 3 years. Caste related violence has seen a significant increase, in the last decade, Students protesting peacefully brutally charged and beaten. And many more...

The beauty of a democracy is in that of our ability to change a public servant, when they fail to do their job with the utmost integrity, and it's our right and the moral responsibility to change them when they do so. It's high time that we stop identifying a political party or a politician as a nation. They are two very separate things. I love and respect my country and its citizens and they have the right to answers and change.

[tomorrowwithme]

As I've said, I honestly don't give two fucks. Indians are good at shooting themselves in the foot. Indians weren't bothered for decades when people called them street-shitters, suddenly now after the only party that pulled up the insane task of trying to make the country Open Defecation free, is getting calls to perish. Indians don't deserve progress, they deserve the 2005 era Manmohan Singh (yes, people under my comments came to praise Manmohan Singh!). A lot of the outrage rn is totally baseless. American corn? The whole point of E20 was to cut on the oil dependency and use Indian sugar cane for biofuel (and I have posts analysing this and calling out Gadkari btw). Caste violence? Under NDA, reporting about crimes has become significantly easier. You guys went from violence linked to traditional land disputes and resistance to basic economic mobility of non-dominant castes in UPA era to violence linked to bullying in digital spaces under NDA. Sure, this can be credited to general progress of society, and things could be much better, but progress will come with economic development. Most people in India don't even know why Manipur is burning. Do you? As for NEP's target and impact, that's valid. Paper leaks shouldn't have happened. But I don't understand why Indians don't go demand the heads of the ones who leaked the papers. Then again, it's impossible to read Indians minds. I hope you guys a great democracy, I'm out.

[crumbs-stuff]

Why would you give two fucks, because your loyalty is to a political party and not its citizens. And who said that Indians were not bothered for decades? How is that your defence for everything? People did protest during the reign of other political parties as well, but of course you will be blind to your own selective outrage while blaming others for the same. And just because the previous governments had shortcomings doesn't mean that we start ignoring the ones of this government, that defeats the entire purpose of a democracy. When citizens were unhappy with the previous government they opposed so why an exception for this government? Biofuel that is reducing mileage and harming the working of cars, sure, and benefiting their private company. Tampered with government numbers and easier to lodge a complaint? What about action? I know why manipur is burning, because of the failure of the Home Minister in maintaining peace and addressing concerns. What is being demanded is accountability, that would set off a precedence, and compensation for the students that died and most importantly DIALOGUE.

[fuckthisshit-ugh]

please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.

you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.

first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.

now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:

in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.

and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.

and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.

it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:

• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.

• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.

• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.

• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.

• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.

• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.

and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.

what i'm asking:

if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.

if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.

india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.

we can still save her. but only loudly.

reblog. share. don't scroll past.

[vishakhas-stuff]

no wins for India.

the indian heatwaves are not some random act of god. cities are covered in concrete, trees are cut for highways and projects, wetlands are destroyed, air pollution worsens urban heat, and labor protections for outdoor workers remain weak. every summer ordinary people are told to "stay indoors" as if construction workers, delivery workers, street vendors, and farmers have that luxury.

modi loves talking about india becoming a global power. but what exactly has the average indian won?

wages have stagnated for many workers.

unemployment remains a major concern.

inequality has exploded.

a handful of billionaire groups have accumulated enormous influence.

cities are becoming less livable.

summers are becoming more brutal.

air quality remains among the worst in the world.

the model seems to be: privatize profits, socialize suffering.

when forests are cleared, tribal communities lose land. when heatwaves intensify, poor workers die. when floods hit, ordinary families lose homes. but somehow the balance sheets of major corporations keep improving.

the most frustrating part is the propaganda. every criticism is treated as anti-national. apparently loving your country means pretending 48°C temperatures are a sign of civilizational greatness.

a serious climate policy would mean protecting forests, strengthening public transport, reducing dependence on coal, investing in climate adaptation, protecting workers from extreme heat, and regulating corporate polluters. instead, the state often acts like an event management company for billionaires while the public is handed slogans.

india deserves better than becoming a furnace so that a few tycoons can add another zero to their net worth.