#[i shouldn't have to go to them they should come to me on bended knee -- simca is singing]

[catlvrmax]

LOST IN THE PADDOCK.

MV1 X FEM!READER

summary getting lost in the paddock and bumping into the current world champion was definitely not on your bingo card.

cw amara is the only oc, no use of y/n. this is my first time writing rpf since middle school, so bear with me. ALSO, this is a work of fiction: i don't know these people irl, i don't know how they act. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

face claims girls on pinterest but you can obviously disregard them, and imagine whoever you want.

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"Ah, fuck," you mumble to yourself, panickedly walking away from the direction you came from while also looking for your best friend.

You call her name a few times in hopes of her popping her head out of the Ferrari building's corner but to no avail. The group and guides you had been with are nowhere to be found, and you have to avoid bumping into employees wearing the entire rainbow as they hurry around you.

You curse the moment you decided to enter the giveaway for those tickets. Although you weren't a Formula One fan, simply because you never fully listened to Amara's ramblings and analysis, when you stumbled across a giveaway of otherwise very expensive tickets, you didn't hesitate to enter it. Despite entering for her, you kept it a secret. The list of entries was long, and the odds were not in your favour, so you didn't want to get her hopes up. You couldn't contain the bubbling excitement when you got the e-mail verifying your win for two Paddock Club tickets for the Spanish Grand Prix.

After announcing it to your obsessed-with-cars best friend, you decided to make it a five-day trip, planning to sightsee Barcelona before the race weekend and spend a free day after it. The first day had been great, albeit tiring, but you had woken up the next day buzzing with anticipation to walk around the paddock. You were the assigned photographer, as you knew Amara would want to listen to everything the guide said. You were content with taking pictures of the place and her. 

Until now. You were definitely not happy with being the camera guy. Because of that, you'd just lost your group in the middle of God-knows-where, with no idea where the building you came from was. So immersed in your grumbling and reading the map on your phone- you collide with someone. Your phone and water bottle slip from your fingers, and the tote bag slips from your shoulder to your elbow. You hiss at the sudden weight shift.

The smell of rich cologne enters your nostrils, but you don't dare look up. Your cheeks burn. "Sorry." You bend down to grab your things.

The man seems to have the same idea, as seconds later, he's on his knees and gathering his things before you can reach them. "No, it's alright! I wasn't looking where I was going."

He extends his full hands with a smile, and you return a sheepish one before grabbing your things. You take a second to look at him. He wears a Red Bull cap and T-shirt, looking like everyone who hurriedly passed you with papers and phones in their hands. I should ask him for directions. He looks like he knows the place.

"Uh...Is there any way you saw a group of people with guides walking around here? I'm supposed to be with them, but I kinda lost them." You lift the camera, further explaining why you're separated from them.

He can't help but chuckle at your flushed cheeks. "Unfortunately, no," he pauses. "Are you here for the weekend?" You nod. "Haven't they given you a map, then? They usually do, to avoid people getting lost."

You show him your phone. Your fingers brush as he pulls it closer to look at the map. "Yeah, they have. But I can't figure it out. Kind of my first time coming to something like this."

He looks at you briefly before returning his gaze to the phone. "Really?" He sounds surprised. He shouldn't.

You looked out of place compared to the rich-as-fuck members of your group. You had no idea how people dressed for these occasions. Even Amara didn't really know what to pack, so you both agreed to wear comfortable clothes. With the race being during June and in Spain, you would rather be comfortable than sweaty. The only thing tying you to the group was the Paddock Club pass you wore around your neck.

"My best friend is really into this. Loves the sport. I won us the tickets, but I'm barely grasping the basics." You laugh, and he joins. You like the way his eyes crease when he smiles wide.

"Oh, you're the ones that won the tickets! Someone told me about that, I think. Congrats!" You thank him. "How's your weekend so far?"

You shrug. "T'was really fun. Until I got lost while taking pictures of the Ferrari building." He snorts.

Leaning next to him, you try to follow his finger as he scrolls around the zoomed-in map. "You figured it out yet?" 

"I think I have, yeah." He shows you the phone. "We're here. The garages are right there. You'll be watching the race on the floor above them." You nod, slowly grasping your surroundings. Turns out it's easier to figure it out when you're not panicking and a handsome stranger is helping you. "You got it?"

You flash a bright smile. "Yeah, actually, I think I do!" You look at him. "Thank you!"

He shrugs. "No problem. I know it's easy to get lost, especially with so many people running around."

"Still. Thank you. You probably have to be somewhere, and I took up a lot of your time." You step back, turning in the direction he'd shown you.

"Don't worry about it." He fixes his hair under the cap.

"Thanks again." You wave and turn to leave.

"Hey, I forgot to ask you." You turn, confused. "What team are you supporting tomorrow?"

Oh, shit.

It's like a deer caught in headlights situation. You suddenly forget all ten names of the racing teams, desperately racking your brain for an answer. You swear you know all ten.

"Uh..." you nervously clench and unclench your water bottle. "Ferrari?" It's more of a question rather than a statement.

He laughs, and your cheeks return to their warm state. Bad answer?

"Ferrari?" He asks as if saying really? You shrug, and he huffs a laugh.

"I told you I'm not good at this!" 

You hear a shout and simultaneously turn to see a man in a Red Bull shirt beckoning him over. 

"I have to go. But you should watch out for the Red Bulls. I hear they got the better cars!" He winks and waves before walking away from you.

You roll your eyes and smile wide on your lips. Of course, he'd tell you to cheer for his team. The back of your hand touches your cheek. It's incredibly warm. You blame it on the hot weather.

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"I'm telling you, mate! She had no idea who I was!" 

Lando rolls his eyes. "And I'm telling you there's no way. Your face is plastered everywhere."

It's Charles's turn to roll his eyes. "Or maybe she was more worried about finding a way back than asking for pictures."

"Yeah, maybe she was being polite. Didn't want to attract any attention to you." Albon adds.

Max shrugs. "I don't know."

"Was she pretty?" Oscar elbows Lando's ribs, as the latter can't contain his giggle.

Max's neck flushes. He shrugs again. "Yeah, I guess."

"Ohhhhh!" George and Lando pat him on the back teasingly, and Charles laughs at Max's expression.

Before they can tease him about this mystery girl more, a woman wearing a headset informs them they have to part ways and get ready for qualifying.

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"And Fernando was so bloody nice, too! He was more than happy to sign the cap for you!" Amara waved her hands excitedly as she recounted everything you missed while lost.

You sat near the windows overlooking the pits, watching as the teams got their cars ready for qualifying, far away from the TVs and the crowded tables, not wanting to converse with anyone but your best friend. You chewed on your extremely expensive pasta, intently listening to her meet-up with some of the drivers. 

"I can't believe you met the only driver I know," you whined, lips pouting sadly.

"I swear I didn't realise you were gone until they stopped us to greet the drivers. I was fully into that tyre explanation the guide was giving."

"Gee, thanks." You smile, giving her the middle finger.

"Oh, you know I don't mean it like that. Without you, I wouldn't even be doing the stuff we did today." Amara pulls on your middle finger, and you both giggle.

"So, tell me what you did when you were alone," she urges, sipping her drink.

"You mean when you left me wandering like I was looking for my mother?" She gives you a pointed look. You shrug. "I stopped a Red Bull guy to give me directions. He was helpful and cute. Also took some pictures while I was making my way back here."

"Oh, was he a mechanic or what?"

"I don't know. Didn't catch his name." You smile as you recount his advice. "He told me to look out for the Red Bulls because they have fast cars."

"Well, he's not wrong."

You finish your food and drinks, chatting until qualifying is about to begin. You sit on the balcony, watching the cars drive on the track. You get settled, watching the small screen in front of you, commentary loud in the headset you wear. Qualifying goes by quickly, with Amara explaining things you don't understand and you nodding along.

It's no surprise—in Amara's words—that Max Verstappen came first in his Red Bull. He's the one dominating this season, after all. Second comes Carlos Sainz, and third place takes Lando Norris. Your best friend cheers a little more for him. You shoot her a look, and she just shrugs. "What? He's fast, and he's handsome." You laugh.

You decide to leave before others, not stick around for post-qualifying interviews. Although there's a great chance you can catch drivers, take pictures and get them to sign autographs, you're both far too exhausted to stay. There's always tomorrow, Amara says, and you agree.

You're looking through the Uber app to find a car available to take you back to your hotel when you hear Amara all but screech beside you. You look up, watching as she runs towards a wall decorated with a gigantic poster of three drivers. You recognise Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc and...Oh, shit.

"Can you take a picture here," she calls your name pleadingly.

Your eyes are wide and glued to the tall poster, even as you pull the camera up to your face. You snap a couple of pictures before Amara walks back to you. Her wide smile falters as she watches you stare at the poster intensely. You rack your brain for his name and know that you should know it. Amara has mentioned it before, but you just can't put your finger on it. He's in Red Bull, so it's either Checo Perez or—

"Is that Verstappen?" You point to him.

"Yep. Two-time world champion." Amara looks at the poster and then back at you, eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you looking at him like that?"

"He's the guy from earlier."

"What?!"

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amaraiscool i can't believe you met max verstappen

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"You should totally text him," Amara says between bites.

She offers you a piece of chocolate, and you offer her a bewildered look. The hotel room's TV is playing a random spanish show, but with no subtitles, you can barely grasp what they're saying. Amara is scrolling on TikTok beside you.

"Text who?" You already know who.

"The two-time world champion. Duh." She rolls her eyes.

Amara hadn't stopped talking about the Max interaction since you'd pointed at his gigantic poster. The more she spoke on it, wiggling her eyebrows, the more you blushed. She had gone over a thousand scenarios, all of which you ended up hooking up with him. You had to remind her that despite his popularity, he was a stranger to you. 

"I don't have his number, 'mara. I told you he just helped me find my way."

She flicks your forehead. "That's what Insta is for!" 

"No."

"But why!?" Amara whines in your ear loudly, like a child when you take their candy away.

"It's weird! He's cute and all," you sit up, pointing your finger up," but he doesn't know my name," you put another one up, "he'll think I'm creepy," you point a third one, "and that is if he sees the requested message."

"Uh, you're ruining my scenario-building process."

"That's what Tumblr is for. Leave my quiet, boring life out of this." You dramatically sigh.

"Isn't that how all fanfiction starts? Boring and quiet life turned upside down?" Amara tilts her head.

"I don't know, 'ave never read any." You shrug, lips pursing.

She huffs a laugh, and you hold in yours. "Liar."

There's a pause. You think over Amara's suggestion. Max Verstappen is cute. And it wouldn't hurt to try and get his number. You'd never see him again after this weekend. And the worst he could say is: "Security, please get her out of here!" 

What the fuck am I thinking? He's a literal superstar. Me bumping into him was a one-time thing. 

Ah, fuck it. It's not the end of the world.

"You know what?" Amara turns to look at you. "If I get the chance tomorrow, I'll talk to him. Try and get his number."

Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "What?"

"I mean, I'm never seeing again? Right? It could go either way. He doesn't call for security to escort me like I'm crazy fangirl, or he does, and we pray no cameras recorded the moment."

Amara shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, but she can barely hold her wide smile. "Sounds like a plan to me."

"Not much of a plan. I'm just indulging in your delusions."

You share a laugh before you fall back in bed beside her. You shuffle closer to your best friend's side, eager to watch the TikTok edit she is staring intensely at.

"Oh, look, it's your future boyfriend!" 

"Shut up."

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[mystellenia]

romantic tension with abby

summary: in the warm glow of abby's bedroom, after a day of shared hobbies, you contemplate your deepening feelings for her and hope that perhaps she feels the same

content: friends (to lovers???), sfw, literally nothing else

notes: wrote a part two :p i need to write more fluff bc there is such a shortage AND especially with abby. this is like so domestic like in the way that there's no extra interactions. like this is literally how me and a friend would act after a day of painting!! just sleepy and tired zzzzz

(wc 0.7k)

the setting sun cast an orange glow on abby's bedroom where the two of you lay on her floor, bathing in the heat radiating from her large window. you'd just finished painting birdhouses for the married pair of sparrows that frequented the birdseed abby had set out. they would dance around each other and sing their chirpy harmonies and then take turns pecking at the various seeds from the feeder, so abby thought it necessary to handmake them houses in her shop. 

this was one of your many duet activities of abby's "grandma hobbies," as you called them. you two had fed the ducks down at the lake, gone through an entire coloring book, built lego sets, and done nearly a dozen puzzles—one of which was glued and framed in abby's kitchen. 

you guys spent every free moment of time together, and counted down the time until you could when one was busy. you were the closest of friends, but lately you found yourself wanting more—or at least thinking about how it would be if you were more. coming home to each other instead of making the fifteen-minute drive any time you wanted to see her. being able to actually tell her when she looked so pretty it made you hold your breath instead of chewing on your lip. 

she shifted next to you, bending her legs at the knees and pulling you out of your thoughts. "i should probably wash the brushes before the paint dries on them, right?" 

you almost tell her she shouldn't so that you could lay with her a little while longer, but you give in. "yeah, you should." 

she sits up to stand, grunting as she lifts her body weight and moving to the crafting cloth where your birdhouses currently sat drying. you sat up and leaned against the foot of her bed, watching as she so delicately readjusts the cloth so that it doesn't smudge your paint job. 

scrubbing your hands down your face, you push up off the bed and move to grab a sweatshirt of hers to change into, taking your paint-covered tank off and slipping the sweatshirt over your head. it sat baggy on your body with her being bigger than you are just about everywhere, and you threw the hood over your head and dropped onto the right side of her bed. 

she returns with her hands patting on her sweats to dry them off. seeing you in the bed, she comes to sit next to you, with you on your back and her laying on her side to face you. 

"you wanna just stay the night?" she says, her voice lifting at the end as if it were a question and not a declaration. "it's too late to go home alone." 

"yeah, i think i will," you respond. you remember the origami book she bought at the farmer's market last saturday. "only if we make paper cranes until our fingers bleed from paper cuts tomorrow," you grin, turning to look at her and see she's already looking back at you. 

"okay. i have lots of band-aids," she jokes. 

you chuckle, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, sheepishly smiling at the other while holding eye contact. 

"can we also get those berry pastries from the cafe? and make those butterflies we saw on pinterest?" you ask, your cheeks still kissing your eyes. 

"yeah, i'll wake up early to get them for breakfast," she nods. "and i only got that book so we can make things together—we can make whatever you want." 

in place of a response, you slip your fingers between hers and tightly squeeze her hand, ignoring your frustration with the uncertainty of her feelings for you. 

the tip of her nose pinks a bit before she opens her mouth. "good night. we need brain power for making cranes." 

you turn onto your side as well to face her, your noses nearly touching. "good night, abby," you grin, high on the feel of her skin on yours and the way she's looking at you.  

you fall asleep with a smile on your face because your close friend, abby, may just like you, too. 

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Couples Discount! - Secret Scene

Well, I shouldn't be surprised I guess. My "should I post the smut?" poll had some pretty definitive results. It's not yet over, but really I don't think I need to wait for it. Y'all voted for the smut.

I would like to begin by apologizing for my smut writing skills. I'm not at all confident in them, which is why this is the first time I'm really posting any.

So this is the secret smut scene that would come after the end of this daily chat scene I wrote, though you don't really need to read it before this. This right here is pure smut, so you know. Context isn't really required.

Please tell me if it's terrible. My anxiety is high so I need to know if it's really bad lol. Also I really tried to keep MC gender neutral so hopefully that turned out okay.

GN!MC x Diavolo - NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex (reader receiving in both cases), please let me know if I should add anything here

Any thoughts you'd been having about the repercussions of the kiss you shared with Diavolo on the plaza bench were completely discarded now. You sat on the edge of Diavolo's bed with the demon prince on his knees between your thighs and thinking wasn't something you'd managed to do at all for the past several minutes.

One of your hands was in Diavolo's hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside you as you melted into the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his mouth giving you untold amounts of pleasure. He had placed one of your legs on his shoulder and his hand still rested on it. You could tell from the way his fingers flexed against you that he was trying not to grip you too hard.

You hadn't been sure what spending the night with Diavolo would be like, but so far he seemed to want nothing more than to worship you. He especially seemed to enjoy hearing you moan, deliberately doing things that he thought might draw one out of you.

You were slightly annoyed about the fact that he himself was still fully dressed while your clothes were already in a heap on the floor. However, you couldn't hold onto this thought for long enough to call him out on it. Not when he was using his tongue so expertly, the tension building up in your body as your pleasure intensified with every second.

It was almost teasing, though, never quite enough to bring you over the edge. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair in both frustration and enjoyment.

"D-diavolo," you managed to say. "Please."

That single word apparently had quite the effect because Diavolo responded immediately. Where before he was only using his tongue, now he put his entire mouth on you. There was so much more sensation that you cried out, the hand in his hair becoming a fist. You had a vague thought about how you hoped you weren't hurting him, but it was gone in an instant as Diavolo sucked.

You moaned, unable to keep yourself from doing so, the feeling building and building. Diavolo didn't let up. He could tell you were close and he was determined to make you come. You felt your thighs shivering, squeezing slightly as the intensity increased.

Your body began to tense as you felt yourself nearing your climax until it finally hit you in waves. You couldn't even manage to spare a thought for what might be happening to Diavolo as your thighs clenched, your fingers still holding tightly to his hair.

You took several deep breaths as you let yourself relax. You let go of Diavolo's hair. He looked up at you from between your thighs with a smile so bright you couldn't help but laugh a little.

You cupped his cheek as you caught your breath, bending forward a little to lean your forehead against his. "You have way too much clothing on," you said, pulling at one of the buttons on his shirt with the other hand.

Diavolo chuckled. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. "Won't you help me remedy that?"

He didn't have to ask you twice. You started using both hands to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. You let your hands linger on his bare chest, truly a glorious sight to behold, before reaching down for the pants. But in the position he was in, you couldn't quite reach them.

Diavolo kissed you before standing up to take his pants off himself. You watched as he did, finally freeing his enormous cock. Just looking at it made your skin flush and your body throb as your mind went wild with the possibilities.

It was very tempting to take it into your mouth, since it was right at the same height as your face. But you were more interested in putting it somewhere else.

Despite this, you couldn't resist reaching out and taking it in your hand. Diavolo made a soft humming sound at the contact and you looked up to see him biting his lip.

It was such a cute expression on him that it made your stomach flip. You found yourself suddenly impatient, letting go so you could grab his hands and pull him onto the bed.

Diavolo let you take control, moving easily as you positioned him so he was sitting up against his pillows. Once he was where you wanted him, you straddled his lap, putting your hands on his chest and kissing him deeply.

His mouth opened for you instantly, your tongue sliding in and tasting the salt of your cum on him. You tried not to let this make you rabid. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands running through his hair again, your ass rubbing against the hardness of his cock.

You pulled away and looked at him. He was breathing hard with his pupils fully dilated. He looked like he was dizzy with lust, but there was an edge of concern on his face. He reached over to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube.

Certainly Diavolo was quite large, so you thought it best not to skip this step, even though the look on his face sent another stab of heat through your body. He slathered his fingers and you gasped as he put first one and then another inside you, stretching you gently.

Diavolo took his time and you were losing your mind with need by the time he pulled his fingers out of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and rose up, preparing to take him inside.

"MC," he said, voice quiet as he settled his hands on your hips.

You didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say, instead sinking down onto his cock. This elicited a moan that was like sweet music to your ears and he practically whimpered your name.

You decided to go slowly, moving down inch by inch until you had him fully inside you.

The feeling of him was exquisite. Your body flushed with heat as you squeezed yourself around him and he moaned. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips tighter.

Diavolo nuzzled into your neck, peppering you with kisses. "Are you all right?" he murmured into your skin.

"Don't worry," you said. "I'm fine." You tangled your fingers in his hair again, holding him to you as you began to move yourself slowly up and down his cock.

Diavolo's head rested on your shoulder and for a moment he seemed too overwhelmed by the sensation to do much of anything. But then his hands began to move you, too, increasing your pace. You matched him easily, speeding things up, but sitting down fully every time, allowing him to hit that spot inside you perfectly over and over.

Diavolo seemed to be unable to stop himself from thrusting up into you, but you didn't mind at all, moaning in response to the feeling of it. Diavolo's hands moved from your waist to your back, his head falling a little to press against your chest. Both of you were moaning now and you could already feel the tension of your second orgasm tightening in your belly.

It felt so good, you were completely lost in him, your hands roaming over his skin, the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and sex. The feeling of him inside you, thick and powerful, the way his hands moved you so easily, the desperate sounds of him mumbling your name over and over again.

Until at last, you felt yourself tightening, your body responding to the pleasure. You cried out his name as you came, your hands on his shoulders, your nails piercing skin, your head thrown back.

As you were just beginning to come down from this high, you felt him clutch you hard, a soft groan from his throat, and the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

Exhausted, you collapsed against him. Diavolo's arms wrapped around you, holding you to him as you rested your head on his chest.

This was only the beginning of your infamous night with Lord Diavolo and you would be pleased to discover just how much stamina the prince of the Devildom really had.

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[darkestspring]

“He takes Helaena and their three children and bends the knee to her in return for senya and the twins being kept away from allow this. “

- please please please would you give us an actual fic of this.

Show them living on dragon stone.

Show them arrive at dragon stone, Nyra is confused but welcomes them especially Senya obviously. Show them bend the knee

I need more of this. It would be so good and you would write is brilliantly as always.

- =]

Aegon's initial plan to run off to Essos with Senya had failed, ending him Aemond dragging him back while Criston carried the slumbering five year old Senya in his arms.

He didn't care if this had been his father's will (he doubted it. Was his mother finally cracking????? finally going delusional???? rhaenyra was the heir, not him.) he wanted to part in this succession. He didn't even want to be married to Helaena but after Senya, they were still trying to make it work, trying to be parents together instead of him ignoring her.

He wasn't going to take this lying down, not for one second. Not for Senya's sake. It took him a few weeks but he finally created a situation that required everyone's attention so he could slip away.

"Come with me-" Aegon barged into Helaena's room but she was already waiting with all three of their children and the cut himself off.

Sure, it was a little unsettling how Helaena knew things before he had the chance to utter them but this situation was urgent. He didn't have time to think about anything else but getting the fuck out of there.

"Alright, let's go now." Aegon urged Helaena forwards with a gentle guiding hand. "Take the twins on Dreamfyre, I'll take Senya on Sunfyre. It shouldn't take long to reach dragonstone."

Helaena nodded and picked up the twins as Aegon picked up Senya.

Rhaenyra was confused, last thing she heard, they were crowning Aegon as the new king, what a fucking joke, but here he was in front of her with Helaena and their three children but she held up her hand, stopping Daemon from moving forward.

Daemon looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately stopped as she wanted, standing behind her as he glared Aegon down.

Senya looked to be about their son, Aegon's age now. She was peering up at them as she waved towards them, still in Aegon's arms.

"Heard they were making you king. Is that why you are here. To proudly declare that you've usurped my throne." Rhaenyra stared coolly at her younger brother.

"I would rather have birds tear at my limbs." Aegon retorted and maybe he shouldn't have, maybe he should have been serious about this. But he didn't come here to fake niceties. He knew his sister hated him, he hated how much she was loved by their father but all he wanted was his family to be safe. "I'm not delusional, I know a farce when I see one. Father chose you when I was a babe, he never changed his mind."

"I already tried to flee once but I was brought back so, I ran here instead. I don't care about the throne, I never have. All i want is for my family to be safe, for Senya to not grow up in a place surrounded by war and terror." He grew up in peace, so he wanted the same for his daughter.

"I'll bend the knee, I'll do whatever you ask of me, as long as my family is safe."

Rhaenyra stared at Aegon for a moment even as he followed through, both Helaena and Aegon kneeling, Senya imitated her father, still not sure what's happening and the twins followed after their sister.

"I'll protect you, as your sister, and as your queen. You've knelt and shown loyalty to me, so I'll forgive whatever transgressions have been committed in the past." Rhaenyra beckoned Senya forward, not being able to hold back anymore and Senya rushed over and into her aunts arms.

Life was easy now, he no longer had to look over his shoulder for his brother or his mother and grandfather. Senya spent most of her day either playing with Rhaenyra's youngest children, Aegon and Viserys, or out looking at the flowers.

Aegon was just happy to still see the unfiltered happiness on his daughter's face.

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Ripped.

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) blowjob. elvis rips his pants. that’s kinda it. no sex in this one soz.

this is a request but i cant find it so if you requested it, let me know and i’ll tag you if you want🫶🏼

not proof read.

Y/n loved her job. She worked with Elvis Presley, being his personal tailor and it paid extremely well too. She had been on her knees for him multiple times, taking measurements of his waist and thighs, and Elvis would never admit it, but he loved when she touched his body, even if it was the light press of her fingertips as she would hold the tape measure against him. 

Right now, she was on her knees, measuring from hip to ankle. Elvis let out a breath, he had been hard all day, his cock now tucked into the waistband of the new pants she had made for him. Y/n squinted at his ankle, softly placing a pin in the seam at the cuff of the pants for her to alter later. Elvis felt tight around his ass and his crotch, his hard cock not helping the fit of the pants. 

"I-I think it needs to be taken out around my ass, S'a bit tight." Elvis cleared his throat, looking down at her. "I'll take a look. What about the, uh, front?" Y/n asked, looking up at him, making eye contact with him, looking innocently. He felt the saliva pooling in his mouth as he look at her, he blinked before swallowing hard. He shouldn't feel this way for someone who worked for him, but in her position, he could see right down the top of her dress, a perfect view of her cleavage, her plump lips were painted a soft, nude pink and her lashes were perfectly curled as she held her gaze.

"I think the front is okay." Elvis shrugs and looks away from her, his eyes going back to the mirror as she measures his crotch area, her brows furrowing as she noticed a lump in his pants that usually isn't there. She knew what it was so she decided to be professional and try to ignore it, deciding to work around his cock and act like she didn't notice, but really, she could feel the dampening in her panties. "Turn around, please." Y/n spoke, nervously and waited for him to turn.

Y/n bit her lip as she watched him turn, the pants hugging his flawlessly round ass and causing her to squeeze her legs together softly as she held the tape measure up to his ass, measuring again. "Okay, I think I'm done here, I'll work on the pants overnight and attach it to the top and they should be done for you in the morning." Y/n spoke up, standing up and walking to her desk, writing down what needs to be done to complete his jumpsuit.

Elvis nodded and walked over to the chair where he had placed his packet of cigars, bending down slightly to pick them up. As he did, a loud rip filled the room, y/n spinning quickly to see what the noise was. As she turned, she saw the pants ripped from seam to seam, exposing Elvis completely. Y/n gasped and covered her mouth, quickly spinning around to look away as he covered himself with his hands. 

"O-oh, my god." Y/n spoke into her hand, blindly reaching for a dressing gown that was hanging on one of the racks, grabbing it and holding it out for him to grab. She was expecting to him to yell at her, even fire her on the spot for not giving him pants that fit properly, instead, she heard him laugh loudly. "Doll, you should've seen your face!" He laughs as y/n stares at the wall, still in shock. "You never seen a cock before or something?" He laughed louder, a flush creeping onto y/n's face.

"N-no, I have, just not one like-" She spoke, catching her words before she said the wrong thing. "Like what, honey?" Elvis chuckled, biting his lip as he stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder. "Come on, you can tell me. Wont get into trouble." He added, trying to turn her to face him, Y/n slowly turning but not making eye contact with him, still not wanting to say what was on her mind and avoiding to look at him, his cock still out. He grabs her face, forcing her to look at him. "Tell me."

"I've never seen one that, uh, big." Y/n whispers, trying to not peek down while Elvis lets out a boasting laugh as y/n blushes again. "You can look again, doll." Elvis smirks and y/n gulps, her eyes flickering down briefly at his still hard cock that sticking out from his pants. "You should take them off so I can fix them." Y/n cleared her throat, moving to turn around again but Elvis holds her in place.

"You should help me. I don't wanna ruin them anymore." Elvis suggests with a lip bite. Thoughts ran wild in y/n's head, still not wanting to lose her job she agreed, kneeling down in front of him, eyeing his cock as it twitched, she bit her lip again, starting to feel her thighs squeeze again at his hard cock in front of her face. She moved her hands up and helped him out of the pants.

Before she could stand up, Elvis ran his hand through her hair as she looked up at him, Elvis licking his lips. Y/n felt a surge of confidence as his cock twitches again, wrapping her hand around him and Elvis hissing softly at the contact. Y/n brought his pink head to her mouth, sucking just the tip, tasting the oozing pre-cum, her hand slowly worked on his head. His hand touched her neck, not pushing her, just applying a soft pressure, making her stay still. 

Elvis groans and throws his head back in pleasure as she bobs her head quicker, taking him deeper into her mouth. "Mmm, fuck," He whispered out, thrusting his cock into her mouth lightly. She hallowed her cheeks, closing her eyes as her tongue ran up and down his veiny cock. With each stroke of her mouth, pre-cum dropped into her mouth, and she selfishly sucked it all and swallowed it.

Y/n pulled off him briefly, taking a breath of air and licking the corner of her mouth where some pre-cum had pooled. Elvis breathes heavy, his thumb caressing her bottom lip before she opened her inviting mouth again, taking him again. "Such a sweet lil mouth you got. Is like a little treat, huh?" Elvis spoke, his voice deeper than usual, his hips bucking and matching up with her head movements.

She pulls off again and she kisses his thigh before taking him in her mouth again, focusing on the tip, giving little tongue flicks to his slit as her hands pump him up and down, Elvis rolls his eyes back and his mouth parts with another moan before she takes him in her mouth again. He keeps moaning and groaning, his fingers coming to lace into her hair on the back of her head. Her name falls from his lips like a prayer and she swears she could almost cum from just the way he enjoys her sucking him off.

His head falls back as his dick twitches in her mouth. Y/n's hand that's not wrapped around the base of his cock moves from his thigh and starts playing with his balls that gets him shaking a bit under her touch. "I ain't gonna last, mama." He gasps, his hips twitching into her mouth. 

Y/n hums around him, the vibrations making him shake before she pulls off. "Come for me. Wanna feel it dripping down my throat." Y/n smirks, putting him back in her mouth and she moves faster, looking up at him. His cheeks are flushed and his forehead as a slight sheen to it as he tries to hold himself back, his hair sticking to his forehead with each time he throws his head back. 

With a few more thrusts of his hips, he eventually releases, his warm, white ropes shooting into her mouth as he moans her name over and over, hips bucking into her mouth and his lip curling in pleasure. She swallows his come, her mouth working him through his orgasm and milking him for every last drop.

Elvis looks back at her, his eyes glassy and his mouth parted as he blinks, breathing hard. Y/n smiles up at him and opens her mouth, showing him that she swallowed every bit he gave her. "That's a good girl." Elvis chuckles, y/n standing up and wiping her mouth.

[wannaeatramyeon]

ur stuff is so fun to read!! if its ok w u, could u do a taehoon x reader fic where theyre training together and taehoon goes a little too hard on reader? like reader gets upset bc they didnt expect taehoon to go so rough on them and then taehoon spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to them?? ;w; tysm if u do!! have a good one ★

tysm for reading and requesting anon! OF COURSE I CAN! There's a few requests for if X hurts their S/O or the reader. Y'all wanting that sympathy huh?

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Getting accidentally kicked

You had thought that if you were on the receiving end of a kick or a punch, you would be cursing with at least a handful of expletives on reflex. In a serious fight, preferably the adrenaline would flow and you would be able to give back as good as you got.

You had grossly overestimated yourself.

It turns out that, on the receiving end of one of Taehoon's kicks square in the stomach, it actually hurts so much that you cannot utter a sound, struggle to even catch your breath. Bending over double, collapsing to your knees, praying the waves of nausea will pass.

Strong, calloused hands grip you and hold you steady.

It also turns out that Taehoon cannot shut up. Your boyfriend, the sometimes silent but often offensive and deadly type, rambles on and on after the initial shock.

In hindsight, you're not sure which of you is more surprised at his reaction.

"Why the fuck didn't you block? You stupid dumbass. You should have stopped me. How the hell didn't you see that coming? Are you ok? I didn't know you were so weak. I barely even touched you, dipshit. Did I leave a bruise? Were you even paying attention? I didn't mean to hit you so hard. Are you alright? Ugh we shouldn't be sparring, I was worried this would happen!"

Insults and concern all rolling into one big ball of frustration.

And then the waterworks start. You couldn't help it. The pain and Taehoon being so in your face. It's overwhelming. And honestly? Did it also hurt that bastard to hold back a little.

Taehoon absolutely panics. Sure, he's seen you cry before but not because of him hurting you.

Panic leads to your boyfriend not being able to leave you alone. At all.

You don't know whether it starts annoying you or Taehoon first.

Initially, it was fine. You were the one that got the sympathy attention. You didn't mind Taehoon fulfilling your every whim, asking if you're ok, running around for you.

But then it worsened from you being too lazy to do anything to you being forbidden to do anything.

Worried glances drifting to your stomach and ribs every minute, on the minute. Thinned lips and narrowed eyes when you moved at all. Strong arms holding you back and restraining you with an irritable huff and "I'll do it".

If you weren't allowed to do anything then you might as well do nothing.

Might as well just sit there and sulk.

Where the hell had your little nutjob gone? Why was he replaced by a mother hen incessantly clucking around you?

In the end, it was more pain that broke the tension.

Taehoon, in your opinion, flicks you excessively hard on the forehead. A truce, of sorts.

"I know I'm pissing you off. Be careful next time," he says, leaving you to your own devices.

A non-apology from anyone else, a half-apology because you know him.

So you continue to sit and you continue to sulk, only without the presence of your boyfriend next to you.

It feels surprisingly lonely.

Maybe you were too quick to let your temper get the better of you. After all, Taehoon was just trying to look after you, in his own way. It led to you both butting heads but it's the thought that counts.

If you consider it, what exactly are you complaining about? 'Oh no, my boyfriend wanted to make sure I was ok?' Actually, he was overbearing and a little too much. Still.

You grab your phone and reach out-

Y/N: thanks for looking after me

Taehoon: 👍

A thumbs up is good, a thumbs up means it's fine. You know he has no reservation about outright ignoring you.

And because you really do love and appreciate that asshole-

Y/N: love you

Taehoon: 👍

Not 2 minutes later-

Taehoon: ❤️

Taehoon: 🤡

[thecameronchronicles]

Good Vibrations (PHFF)

TW: smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Pope finds you entertaining yourself...

Good Vibrations

You waited hours until you could finally have that relief. Hours of watching his skin kissed by the sun and tensing as he reeled in those fish between John B and JJ. The sweat accenting the rich hue of his skin and the tension it brought from your teeth coveting your bottom lip. It has been one too many days of that sight. Watching him so close. Catching his eyes and offering a smile, only to shy away when someone provoked a conversation.

But right now you had it to fuel your fantasy.

Legs propped and knees bent, your fingers worked slowly agaisnt your clit. Already swollen by the ways you created friction on The HMS Pogue throughout the day, you were climbing quickly.

The idea of his hands in place of your own as you squeezed your breast and twisted your nipples made your thighs shake. The sound of his voice praising you in vulgar words unexpected, and therefore sexy as hell, made your toes curl. But it was the idea of his eyes looking up from between your legs that carried that wave beyond your sex and onto the bed.

POPE'S POV

I swear there will come a day where JJ's negligence will get him killed. Luckily, this was only an assignment and not anything detrimental. But it may prove to be that for me.

I entered the chateau only ten minutes after everyone else left. The evidence of our lack of supervision found in the disarray of takeout containers and empty beer bottles. But when at the scene, his paper was not among them. I was surprised he even cared, but the friend I was had be returning to find-

"Oh God-" A gasp made me chill.

I'd studied extensively the last few days which was why we took today to let off some steam. For that, I was convinced I'd imagined this. But when hearing it again, I set out to investigate. The shuffling of bedsheets made me curious as I saw her silhouette rise as she shuddered.

Two fingers pumping quickly between her legs as I watched through the sliver of the door. My angry cock challenging my chivalry.

I should look away. I should knock and pretend I didn't see her just drip like that-shit! I should not be rubbing my palm agaisnt myself for the little relief it granted. I should not be watching her and feeling so damn good relieving the pressure...

"Pope..." She squeaked as it made my teeth clench. I leaned closer.

"Pope....oh my God..." She gasped and my hand was in my shorts and they dropped to my ankles as I took unsolicited consent in this. If she could imagine me, I could do the same. Only I didn't expect her to be as close as she was as she came at the second I found my rhythm. The sight send my eyes to roll as she swore in the aftershocks. My eyes clutched closed before the door came open.

"Oh my God...." Her eyes dropped to the sight. My head leaning on the frame of the door, my cock dripping and slowing in my hand, as she widened her mouth, licking her lips.

"Oh. My. God..."

"I-"

"I want it..." She dropped to her knees and had me at her lips before I could be anything more than lustful. I shouldn't let her. I should tell her she deserved better and should take her time. Go on a date-

"Fuck!" She took me to the limit. Gagging and choking with a grin. My hand came through her hair for my own stability as she didn't need a second of guidance.

"Oh shit...oh my God!" Her nails fed into my hips and I braced myself in the door. Her name came out in pants as she withdrew and took a like if spit connecting us, along with her.

"Fuck my mouth, Pope...."

"Are you sure?"

"If you don't, I'll do it the next time we're on that boat...and I might even ask JJ to join between my legs..." The idea sent me to her level in a bend.

"If you take my cock, you take only mine!" I explained, surprising us both at the dominance.

"Yeah?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Then. Fuck what's yours..." She took me back in her mouth, this time working me hard. I could have come the second I heard her gag or her hand wrapped around my base as she pumped and sucked in equal measure. God dammit I was close...oh shit, she was good.

"You're so big..." She explained between breaths as I lifted her by her hair and sat on the bed.

"Keep going..." She illuminated as she stationed between my legs. Her hands on my thighs as she took me through her own reservations. My balls tightening to the way she took me with such life. Every suction seemingly more for her than me. I pulled her to stand.

My hand was between her thighs before she could speak and she rode agaisnt my hand.

"Yes!"

"You're not too sensitive?"

"Not for this! Fuck!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes! More! Please Pope! Oh my God, I've wanted this for so long!" I growled like a goddamn caveman as I pinned her onto her back. But the way she looked at me was too much. I was already grinding against the bed as I peeled her shorts down and saw her completely soaked.

"Please don't hold back...I can take anything you're willing to give." She hinted to my cock, complimenting through the remark as I fisted it as I stared at her. I just knew she'd feel like heaven.

"Fuck." She sighed to my breath on her sex. Dripping. Aromatic. Too damn much with the way she arched her back and took too much control right then. For that I flipped her onto her stomach. Squeezed her ass apart and feasted at her from behind.

"Ride my face." She obeyed perfectly. Using me to come undone and coming to that edge before exploding on my tongue. But I didn't stop.

"Pope! It's too much!" I ignored her. Feasting as a man starved to my new favorite delicacy.

"Again!" I groaned into her. Slapping her ass when she whined. Repeating the process as she shook. Only this time, when she nearly came, I withdrew. Her plea of my name sent my cock inside of her as a magnet to home. And I pounded without compassion. She cried in relief.

"Yes, fuck me! Just like that! I'm so close already!" I was going to favor this. I pulled her to her knees and agaisnt my chest, one hand wound in her hair as the other played with her breast. Noting how it made her come before.

"Don't come until I say."

"I'm close! Pope!"

"Not. Until. I. Say." I ordered through thrusts.

"I'll come again, I promise! You're so deep I won't have a fucking choice!"

"No?"

"No! Please I'll be so good! Please Pope, let me come!" My eyes rolled to her pleas. I flexed inside of her with each one.

"You wanna come? Make yourself." I bent her forward, a hand on her shoulder and watched her work her ass against me. Every piston of her hips sending me flush agaisnt her.

"No-" I snapped as she reached for her clit.

"You use me or you don't come!"

"Oh God! I love it!"

"Prove it!" I grunted, teasing the slit of her ass ass and hearing the most decadent of moans from the taunt. God it was tempting. So close. So tight. So...

"I'm gonna come!" My thumb made it's way to the tight ring and she climbed again.

"Nobody has ever..." She whimpered before coming.

"You want me to stop?"

"I want more!" I spit on my thumb, still lodged, and worked it slowly into her. She tensed and winced before I used my second hand at her hip.

"Fuck it..." I took over, brutal thrusts feeling her come once and climb closer in silent gasps and groans. Our thighs shared that same slickness before I could feel myself close.

"Baby!"

"Yes! Inside me!" I groaned. The idea of my cum dripping between her legs made me flex.

"You want my cum?"

"Fill me! Pope!!!!"

"No..." I brought her to that last orgasm before bringing her back to her knees. Without instruction, she pumped me.

"On my chest! I wanna wear your cum, Pope...I wanna feel how hard you came for me..."

"Then fucking make me baby!" She worked hard. Her mouth and her hand as I fought the hit ripes that came in layers on her chest. But still, she didn't stop. Not until I tore her away.

"You need more?" She nodded as I pulled her back on the bed, my fingers working fast as she shook sharply. Her fingers dipped on her cum stained chest, rolling her eyes and licking me from her touch like a goddamn lollipop as I hardened again.

"Open." She parted her thighs and I took her on her back. Pinning her arms and thrusting without apology until she left scars on my skin.

"Come for me, baby...drip down my fucking cock-"

"I think I'm...I'm gonna-" She cried out in trmors in the same moment I found my ecstasy, her mouth wide in disbelief.

"I've never...I've never done that before..." She explained as I peeled us apart to see her mess.

She squirted.

"And you're gonna do it again..." I leaned over her, my mouth taking over. "All. Night. Long..."

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MASTERLIST

POPE HEYWARD MASTERLIST

[aegoneggon]

could you write a quick summary of what’s shown in the leaks for those of us who don’t have tik tok access 😞😞

Yes

Helaena and Alicent are talking. Helaena doesnt understand why the small folk hate them and Alicent tells her that unhappy people look for someone to hate. Alicent then offers her acup of tea (moon tea????????? we don't see her drink it tho) Helaena says she was happier before she was queen and then Alicent asks her how she would feel about leaving KL and Helaena considers it before asshole Aemond barged in the room. Aemond says he needs Helaena to fly with dreamfyre /to battle/ and helaena refuses saying she wont burn anyone. Aemond then grabs her by the wrist in a super aggressive way and starts leading her. Alicent pulls him off her and aemond says something about how this is the consequence of alicent's weakness lol alicent says that helaena is the most gentle and deserving of protection and that aemond shouldn't corrupt her. aemond seems annoyed and then leaves. The next scene is alicent asking orwyle if could help her get passage to somewhere.

Alicent has a scene where she goes to dragonstone and confronts rhaenyra [again]. i honestly couldn't make out a lot of the dialogue because the clips are super super super silent but alicent essentially says that aegon still heeds her and she could maybe convince him to bend the knee to rhaenyra and rhaenyra says that isn't good enough and she would have to take his head (she doesn't sound thrilled tho shes just being honest). it seems that the talk goes no where and alicent leaves.

Aemond and helaena have a scene outside. this time he's a lot more calm and he's def trying to sweet talk her. he says that they share the same blood and he understands she doesn't want to hurt anyone he says alicent isn't a dragonrider so she doesn't understand/know what shes talking about. he tries to convince her to go with him to harrenhal. she says "and if I refuse? will you burn me as you did aegon?" GAG! he doesn't react and says she is lying. she replies that she saw him do it. "you burned him. and you let him fall." he says that what she says is treason lol. Helaena says that Aegon will be king again and he will have a throne of wood and that aemond will be dead and swallowed up by the gods eye. aemond responds by saying "I could have you killed..." and helaena says it wont change anything.

another scene shows aemond watching a burning castle/village while on vhagar. he seems pleased about it. he flies vhagar closer as we hear the screams of the people being burned :/

next scene is aegon in bed. he talks to orwyle and tells him that he is a good man. aegon takes a sippy sippy of some milk of the poppy before larys comes in. larys tells aegon they must leave KL and aegon seems confused. larys says that rhaerhae has more dragonriders now and larys says aemond challenged one of the riders but was rebuffed. aegon says that his brother deserves no less lol larys says aemond is now laying waste to a town and aegon calls him a fucking mad cunt OMEGALOL aegon asks what was the fucking point of all this and that he is the king so why must he run? larys says aemond is going to kill aegon because he is angry and out of control and that is why they must leave. aegon seems sad by this info but wants to go to his throne in hopes he can push aemond out of being regent and he wants to take aemond prisoner. larys says what will he do when rhaenyra comes to KL with 7 dragons and no vhagar. larys says that when he moved harrenhals gold he left some in braavos and that is where they should go....lol aegon is like wtf? you want me to go live with the goatfuckers? (his words not mine) larys says its better to /live/ and aegon says "is it? my dragon is dead. i am burned and disgusting. and alone. and I'm a cripple." larys tells him he isn't alone. aegon says that his cock is destroyed lol and larys ignores that and goes back to talking about aemond he says let aemond and rhaenyra destroy themselves and then he and aegon can return and the smallfolk will rise up to meet them (lolwhat?) aegon goes back to talking about his dick and how he cant even piss properly now poor guy. larys tries to keep him on task and says people will hail their returning king, his fathers /true/ heir Aegon the Victorious, risen from the ashes. Aegon the Peacmaker. Aegon the ReBuilder. Aegon says "Aegon the Realms Delight..." I LOLED

let me know if you want the rest I think this is the bulk of the TG scenes I've seen so far.

[ageingfangirl2]

Pay Me Some Attention Buggy (OPLA)

What happens after Buggy gets his body back and is finally reunited with his crew. Buggy x Reader.

Y/N

You'd managed to track the captain to Arlong Park which was the base of operations for the Arlong Pirates on the Conomi Islands. As the ship pulled into the harbour from your position in the crow's nest you could make out a familiar jolly roger attached to another ship which was docked.

'The straw hat crew,' you mutter under your breath.

Captain Buggy had underestimated the three little nobodies who stole the map to The Grand Line not once but twice from under him and had quite literally sent him flying into the unknown leaving you and the rest of the crew to think him dead in the beginning before finding out he was alive.

On the deck Mohji, who'd been acting captain despite his duel with Cabaji nearly causing him to lose the title, Richie, Cabaji and the rest of the crew gathered waiting for the true captain's return. Though you would be lying if you said it hadn't been more peaceful around here without Buggy, you were loyal to him and deep down missed him but would never show it.

'He's coming,' a crewmate calls out peaking your interest.

You raise your telescope and scan the shoreline to see Captain Buggy stomping towards the ship. He didn't look happy, and that meant everyone's peace on board was going to be shattered.

He comes aboard and is quickly rushed upon by the crew. You lean over the crow's nest cup your hands to your mouth and shout, 'HAPPY TO SEE YOU CAPTAIN BUT WE SHOULD PROBABLY LEAVE!'

Buggy glares up at you and in return, you simply blow him a kiss. You were happy he was back but didn't fancy dealing with two other pirate crews.

TIME SKIP

Once back on the open waters you clamber down from the crow's nest and walk over to Cabaji who is leaning against the side of the ship, 'we going to celebrate later?' you ask.

He nods, 'of course we are y/n.'

You smile at him before deciding to make your way to the captain's quarters, knowing you needed to give your captain a proper hello and see just what the hell he'd been up to this whole time.'

Knocking on his door you wait for a reply, but when one doesn't come you press your ear to the door and can here loud grunts and things being thrown around.

'I'm coming in captain,' you call out, before entering his quarters.

Buggy stops stomping around and goes to sit on his throne, looking rather annoyed so you probably shouldn't talk much because you had a tendency to put your foot in your mouth at times.

'Why do people keep saying I'm doing well considering the circumstances? I'm feeling awful! Took you guys long enough to find me! And I don't like how things have been moved around!' he huffs and whines.

You bend down to pick up some scattered papers before placing them neatly to the side rolling your eyes, 'since the circumstances were you almost never getting your body back captain, I would say you're doing quite well being able to whine to me.'

Next thing you know a hand is around your throat and you're pulled quite roughly towards your captain enough to choke you, before being forced to your knees in front of him. Looks like you hadn't been careful with your words.

Buggy wasn't to be underestimated either, being a powerful pirate in his own right, and there were times he genuinely terrified you. He laughs maliciously and brings his face inches from yours, the grip on your throat loosening only a little, 'keep talking y/n I know you have more to say to me.'

You gasp for air and bite down on your lip, not quite sure if this is a trap or not.

Buggy smirks at your silence, 'I said speak!' he hisses.

You gulp and nod, 'err at first we thought you were dead, then as soon as we got word you were alive we came looking for you but you kept moving around. I'm a navigator, not a miracle worker. And as far as I'm aware nothing has been moved on this ship or in your quarters, you're imagining things, captain.'

Buggy releases you from his grip and you pant, knowing you'll be bruised. You dare to look up at him and note the wide smile on his painted mouth before he throws his head back and laughs loudly.

'Ok, now that's funny,' he howls, 'I think I've missed you most of all y/n.'

Not quite sure what to do next, you stand up on kind of shaky legs thinking it best if you leave the captain alone. Buggy stops laughing and quirks an eyebrow at you mockingly, 'and where do you think you're going y/n? Did I say you could leave?'

You shake your head and run your fingers through your hair, 'you didn't give me permission to leave captain, I just thought you might want to be alone.'

Next thing you know you're pulled down onto his lap and let out a small yelp in surprise. It was small actions like these you weren't quite sure you missed or not. Buggy was kind of possessive around you and if he could he liked to keep you close to him at all times.

'We have some catching up to do y/n. Now tell me honestly what happened while I was away,' he says calmly and starts to run his fingers through your hair which he knew you liked.

You sigh contently knowing this is going to be a long night.

[spacemonkeysalsa]

Astarion's scars as a tattoo, yeah or nah?

tl;dr - that's a hard nah from me

I'm pretty heavily tattooed, but I don't have any pop culture tattoos, yet. I am considered a few different pop culture tattoos, including some bg3 related ones. Astarion is my favorite character, and I am definitely not getting his scars, but another pop culture tattoo I have considered at multiple points in the past is the brand of sacrifice from Berserk.

If you're not familiar, it's a popular tattoo among Berserk fans and it functions in universe as a sign that this person has been marked to be consumed in another person's ascension to godhood.

There is a pretty big difference between the brand of sacrifice and Astarion's brand though.

Those baring the brand of sacrifice in Berserk's universe are not slaves. The mark was not put upon them by their slaver. You can argue that they were similarly exploited, but it's not a one to one analogue with chattel slavery at all.

When I thought about getting Astarion's scars as a tattoo I immediately didn't feel right about it, and to be perfectly honest, I didn't recognize why I felt that way. I was not thinking about it deeply.

Later, after discussing it with my sister (who is covered in recognizable pop culture related tats) she managed to put my discomfort into words. Basically, she pointed out that the scars are a slave brand. There is historical significance to these kinds of marks, and it's use in the story of bg3 only emphasizes that.

What I'm describing is a very white woman, talking to another very white woman, like 7 months ago when we'd isolated ourselves and been playing the game nonstop and hadn't peaked in on the fandom yet, because we (correctly) thought that would probably be horrible.

And, I just say that, because I think that if the two of us could pick up on the implications of the scars, everyone else should probably be able to (at a minimum) understand this position when it's spelled out for them. If that's how uncomfortable we felt, in the privacy, basically of just our own minds, playing the game in a vacuum, I can't even imagine what it's like for black fans trying to participate in the fandom.

Ultimately, it is an individual's choice what tattoos they want to get, but the assertion that I've been seeing from people that they shouldn't be judged for it is just not correct. Judging people for their tattoos is totally allowed, actually. The kinds of tattoos that someone gets says a lot about them. I'm positive people judge me for my tattoos all the time, and they are allowed to do that. I have those insect knee-bending wing tattoos, I'm sure someone thinks those are dumb as hell.

So, I've had the chance to talk to a few people who wanted to get Astarion tattoos. I always tell them outright why I don't think they should get the scars and then I try to work with them to come up with something else. I've been prepared for pushback, but I actually haven't gotten any. I think people are more likely to be reasonable when you talk in person.

It's only in internet conversations between strangers that I see real pushback.

On the other side of things, I know the idea of identification with this character, and reclamation feels very powerful, and it's just not effective to try and convince people to have a totally different emotional response to something they experienced. So, I'm not surprised to see people double down in that context.

I wish empathy was enough. But, in case it's not, I'm actually going to try an adjacent angle, as a person who is covered in tattoos.

Let's talk about the most common reasons that people regret their tattoos: 1) They get big, bold, distinctive tattoos before they have a realistic idea of what their adult aesthetic and vibe will actually be (happens a lot to people who get serious and huge tattoos before age 25)

2) They experience a paradigm shift (often social, cultural, political, or artistic) that causes them to feel negatively about the tattoos they got in the past, and they subsequently have a negative relationship with them. Often, these people will start wearing clothing that covers the tattoos before they really confront the fact that they don't like them any more. It's a very hard thing to admit to yourself.

I can see how this particular tattoo doubly qualifies on all accounts.

I'm relieved that I didn't get all the tattoos that I wanted when I was in my late teens and early twenties. Like, fr, thank god I was poor and thought I'd go to hell, because all my tattoo ideas at that time in my life were exactly the kind of stuff I would have regretted later.

So, if you really want the scars, and you're feeling even more convinced than ever to do it because you're annoyed by how passionately some people argue against it and you want to prove that you can do what you want with your body, and that the meaning is immutable to you and can't possible change, keep in mind that regretting tattoos is very common, changing your mind is very common, and growing the hell up is inevitable.

Even the most innocuous tattoos with absolutely no broader implications might make you feel negatively about your own body one day, and no one wants that. That definitely wouldn't be the legacy that you want to attach to this tattoo.

There's a big difference between trying to control someone's behavior and trying to just be real with them about the increased likelihood that they will be unhappy with the tattoo at some point down the line. Like maybe after they make some black friends.

It might sound like I'm being flippant, but I am actually dead serious. With how many people are getting that tattoo right now, it's basically inevitable that some of them will one day learn or experience enough to completely change their opinion on this exact debate and then feel all kinds of gross about the tattoo.

And, to reiterate, I don't think that's as good an argument as just not doing it because you listened to black fans about how it made them feel and empathized. That should be enough.

[smallestapplin]

Oh geez uuuum

Okay here's a request can we get a monster submas write up? Up to you what they are but reader goes somewhere they shouldn't and boys end up curious when instead of screaming an running reader asks them for help to get outta the area.

Bitty

Oooo! I went with shadow monsters

Cw : uncanny(?)

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You only wanted to explore the abandoned subway, you planned to not go far in but it seems your curiosity had other plans.

You’re in awe of your scenery, the hole in the ceiling showing the night sky, as the greenery over took a subway cart.

So you just kept going further in, wanting to see more.

Not knowing the two figures that trailed behind you.

Pale eyes never leaving your form.

It’s been ages since anyone has come here, so what are you doing here? They were interested, curious as to what you were doing in their home.

The shadows of the tunnel seem to move, tendrils almost curling around you.

Yet you stand there at a cross section, looking around.

“Where am I?”

You realized you had been wondering aimlessly, with no idea how to get out.

You hear footsteps echoing in the tunnels, two sets getting closer.

Turning around you see them.

They look human but…something is wrong with them.

One has a smile that stretches too far to be natural, arms and legs longer than they should be.

A shadow like mist coming from both of them.

The one dressed in black’s frown stretches too far down.

Everything about them sends a chill down your spine.

Everything screaming at you to run, that you aren’t safe.

Yet you stay, standing there looking at them with a soft smile.

“Hello! I’m sorry to bother you two, but can you help me? It seems I’ve gotten myself a little lost.”

They stop just short of you, both towering over you, their gangly limbs holding them a good three feet above you.

“Lost?”

They spoke in sync, tilting their heads in opposite directions. You try not to cringe, it’s like several of them talking at once.

“I am Emmet! We can help!”

The creature in the old, dirty, torn subway boss suit jumps up, his face showing excitement, but his voice carries no emotion.

"I am a Subway Boss, Ingo. The fellow over to the side is also a Subway Boss, Emmet. We will be happy to help a lost passenger.”

His face is unmoving, but his voice carrying throughout the tunnel. His words don’t sound like his own, sounding like he’s repeating something he heard.

Like he’s parroting from something.

You perk up, smiling widely.

“Thank you! I really appreciate it.”

A black, almost inky tendril comes from Ingo, and a dark grey one comes from Emmet. The tentacle like appendages, wrap around your hands, as if they are holding them.

They are cold, like they’ve been in front of an ac.

“Ready to depart to our next destination.”

“ALL ABOARD!”

You stumble lightly, trying to keep up with them.

They’re abnormally long legs taking long strides, like toy soldiers.

“Be careful not to come uncoupled from us.”

Before you could respond, Emmet disappears, only to appear right behind you. The tall creature leaning down, his back cracking as he bends far too low without bending his knees.

“So cute, yup! So strange too!”

Ingo growls, the tunnel vibrating at such a loud dark sound. He wants to scold his brother, but he agrees, you are a weird one.

Everyone who’s walked in has always left screaming.

Or not at all.

They didn’t take kindly to be attacked.

Yet you are calm, not even afraid of them, going as far as to ask them for help!

They can’t help but be intrigued.

Such an adorable thing, and you’re so warm too.

So squishy.

“Both of you are so nice, I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”

The tentacle from Ingo squeezes your hand lightly, almost like he’s trying to reassure you.

“Our pleasure! It’s rare to have such a kind guest.”

Emmet presses his cheek against yours.

“Sooo cute! We’ll miss you!”

You laugh, trying to kindly brush him off.

You have no idea what they are, but they don’t seem so bad. You pick up the pace, as you see the light from the sunrise as you approach the entrance.

Emmet whines, and Ingo’s frown deepens.

They don’t want to say goodbye to the one kind guest.

The stop a few yards away from the exit, not getting close to the light. You stand in the light of the sunrise, looking back to them.

“Would it be okay if I visit?”

The creatures look confused for a moment.

You look nice with that glow.

“Of course!”

“We would be honored.”

Maybe monsters aren’t so bad.

[js589]

Another day, another installment of Everything I'll Never Say! Dear Lockwood is starting to realize that there is actually quite a lot he should say.

Part 3, Part 5

TAPE 1, SIDE 2, PART 2

[click] Well, George and Holly still think I'm an idiot, but I'm a correct idiot, so I'll take it. I just need to find the perfect job. It needs to be one that I couldn't refuse, of course, but more than that, it needs to be one you can't refuse, either. It needs to be a job that needs us. Both of us. It needs to be a job that needs you. [brief pause] [sigh] God, I hope this works. I don't—I mean, I do want you back. Here. With me. And George and Holly. At least, I want you back in my—our lives. But the only way that'll happen is if it's your choice. And the best way to do that is to show you that… that I trust you. That even if I don't understand how your Talent works and even though what you can do and the way you do it terrifies me. [brief laugh] I thought I was fearless, and then you showed up. And as much as I know you'll say there are things that scare you, honestly, I think you have me beat. From what I see in the papers, maybe that isn't as bad a thing as I thought. I did look into that collapsed house case. There wasn't anything you could have done differently; not without leaving someone else to die. I know you wouldn't do that. I still think you're safest here, with people who understand you. People you—hopefully—still trust. You can't use your Talent to its fullest with other teams, I'd wager. But we know about your abilities. And the Skull. Hope he's doing well, no matter what he thinks about me. Not like he ever had a favorable opinion of me to begin with, after all. He's not my first choice for company, either, but you're not alone with him around. Whatever else I may have said or thought, none of it was that you deserve to be alone. I know far too much about being alone. [long pause] Anyway, I need to find a case. Holly's been doing some looking, but—as much as it pains me to admit—we've got nothing worth your involvement right now. Maybe you're stealing cases from us. [awkward chuckle] We got desperate and had to resort to glorified pest control a few weeks back. Turns out gassing the rat colony living in one's cellar results in the new problem of dozens of rat ghosts. I mean, we could have told the old man that, but he's certainly older than the Problem and hadn't known. DEPRAC apparently had better things to do than salt the place, and really, for the job it paid well. Old chap said his grandkids wouldn't come over because they could hear the "infernal" scratching, and whatever he had to pay would be worth it. George said he was glad he couldn't hear it all because even what he could hear would drive him mad. I wonder what you would've thought. I wonder that a lot. [sigh] [muffled] God, I miss talking with you, Lucy. I mean, I talk with Holly and George, but it's just… it's not the same. Maybe—almost certainly—I give them too little credit, but I don't feel like I can tell them about everything the way I want to with you. More like I don't want to. And I know I wasn't good at not saying things I shouldn't, and when it comes to things I should say… [sigh] [long pause] Lucy, I… [muffled sigh, footsteps] [distant] God, what a pathetic idiot. Can't even say it when she's not here. [footsteps continue] What would I do anyway; show up on her doorstep on bended knee? Tell you exactly how I feel and how stupid I've been? Beg you to come back? Promise whatever you want? [weary sigh] No; I'm going to do this right. I'll get the business out of the way first. You deserve that. And then maybe— [unintelligible shouting from downstairs] [sigh] Well, business is business, I guess. [calling away from recorder] I'll be down in a minute! [fading footsteps] [silence] [click]

END OF TAPE 1

[nightswithkookmin]

Hey it's been a while, missed your blunt rants and opinions.

Today something just came into my mind when my boyfriend said I'm so bluntly flirty, upfront and bold but when it comes to it being initiated back to me, I usually back out and became shy and reserved. Then I wondered because although Jungkook is shy he can be bold and upfront flirty sometimes too so

Who do you think between him and Jimin is more dirty minded, most to get horny and that can randomly talk about sex and all?

Because I feel like Jungkook is just a small bunny you know all doe eyes and innocent baby while Jimin is more like daddy vibes😅😁

Sometimes I get confused with their dynamic roles in the relationship because at times I would say Jimin is more in the in control role, decision making kinda think but then it changes and I can't exactly tell when and how

That's because they are both flirty and dirty minded and shock the pants off eachother- which is good cos sometimes pants can get in the way of - never mind

I think you are right to assign Jm the decision making role in their dynamic- he's a natural at it being a libra and all that jazz. Then he's the hyung coupled with his high emotional IQ and life experiences especially as a hyung to his own bio bro- there's a reason women make better leaders than men ya know? It's not all about brains, heart matters too.

Fun fact, Jimin once said(drew) if he became a ruler he'd have all his hyungs bow down to him and worship him- except for Jungkook whom he'd coddle like feathery baby- which is odd cos outta the six it is Jungkook whom he had trouble bending to the knee. Couldn't even get him to treat him as a hyung and yet he's the one that gets a pass- even when he is in his ego he shows his heart, love compassion and a weakness for his Maknae( whom he drew as crying like a little bitch in his sketch💀)

On the freaky scale, honey it's a tie between those two I'd say. I love Jimin and he's my bias but sorry he's the freakiest dude I've come across on the internet 😭

And Jeon Jungkook can hold his own too😭😭😭😭

Smooth criminals🥲

There's a reason they both be shitting their pants when the other is dominating their 'fan service' moment or initiating it on stage. Jungkook had Jimin's knee wobbling with that last one

Havent seen that man so terrified of another man in his personal space the gay panic was real bless his heart🤧

Please don't let me think about them poking their tongues at eachother thinking they fast- ah shit

Now I'm going over every freaky thing they've done as if checking off items on my grocery list😭😭😭😭

The beauty about jikook is they challenge the cis heteronormative lens and the fact you feel you can't place them in a strict and set or defined box slash role makes me so happy because you shouldn't be able to put them in any set binary positions because they are a SAME SEX DUO😭

They are both complex human beings both intelligent and affectionate within their own right. Just because Jimin is the elder of the two and is predisposed to being treated as such which puts him in a position where he constantly have to call the shots don't mean he's carved out that niche for himself within their dynamic.

And just because Jungkook is the youngest of the two don't mean he can't make decisions for the two. He can and he should. He has my full support on that- Jimin can be a little dish out-can't take-dude sometimes.

And we see this play out in the little things- Jimin whispering to Jungkook asking if he wants to do something, Jungkook nodding or shaking his head at whatever it is Jimin asked just him.

Then sometimes he's not asking Jk, he's telling, he's reasoning with him, imposing on him- like grabbing him, pushing his limits, glaring at him, directing him, commanding him and Jungkook let's him.

Then JK on the other hand- he doesn't say much, you don't see him consulting or trying to reason through decisions with Jimin- he's not asking Hey JM would like my jacket you seem cold, he's just commanding him to take it because he's cold. He's not asking, do you want help with that box it looks heavy, he's taking it from him whether Jimin likes it or not because he's a gentleman.

He isnt much of a negotiator like Jimin is. And that's what makes them unique from any other ship. This dynamic they have- and its unique to Jikook and Jikook alone. I don't see Jk like this with anybody else.

And I wouldn't say that makes JM better than him or vice versa because it boils down to differences in their personalities. they express themselves in different ways because they are different.

Gosh, I wish you could see the images in my head whenever I'm writing about them like this. Its one moment after the other, It would make so much sense to yall.

Also permit me to overstep, most times I find persons who are able to flirt shamelessly but act shy when they are being treated the same do so out of one or a combination of the following reasons: self projection. They project themselves on the other person and judge themselves from that perspective. So they might be thinking damn that's so cringey, do I look this cringy when I do it etc. They shy because they self criticizing.

Then there are those who don't project necesarily but still engage in critiques and judgements of the situation especially if they think they themselves are better at flirting than their partner, or if they think their partner is doing too much, going outside their personality, faking things, copying them, or just being cringe. They shy because they embarrassed.

The opposite of that is putting your partner on a pedestal and thinking damn they hot, or they good at this, almost idolizing them in a way that inspires you to be more like them because you find whatever it is attractive and want to attract them too. They shy cos they whipped. (This is the case with Jikook I think or perhaps a mixture of both)

So in your case do you feel that's what's happening when your bf initiates? Do you feel shy because he's good at it and that gives you butterflies or do you feel shy because you think they cringe as hell? 👀

I'm asking for science.

[darlin-collins]

(Do) have feelings

Yall asked for comfort and comfort you shall get

Part 1 . Part 2

Characters: bright eyes, darlin/tank, sam (mentioned)

Ships: none

Summary: darlin went to visit sam, what they didn't expect is to find a teary eyed bright on the porch and an argument

Notes: comfort, tank is a hero, tank sees themselve in bright, i love writing these two's friendship, they both need a hug,i do too, author relates to both parties, bike ride, bright really wouldn't have minded if they fell off the bike and died

A/N: hope this is as good as the first part, because i wrote that while crying because of what "sam" did, i think it had more emotions poured out on it then this one does, but i like the writing in this one, tell me what you think?

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bright stayed there, tears still flowing down their face but they no effort to wipe them away now, leaving the tracks they leave behind to chill and give them a feel of what they should feel now, cold, they should feel cold, because they don't have feelings for sam to hurt..

And yet here they are crying because he hurt them

Bright stayed there, on the porch paper towls barely hanging on at their relaxed hand, eyes unfocused and listening to the screaming match inside, they huffed a laugh, despite being a part on the argument and cussed out in the middle of it, they didn't know what was it about, now it's about how sam cares for fred and that he would do anything for fred and themselves, they do believe him when says that, he proves it everyday,there wasn't a time they or fred asked for something and they didn't get it (not that bright ever asked for anything), he is a great parental figure(caretaker? He is not exactly their maker), if emotional support wasn't in the list of needs...

They bowed their head,staring the the space between their feet, listening to them argue,, they could hear them clearly as id they're in room with them now, but they focused on it, another habit they did when they were human when their parents argued, in case something happened

They didn't hear the engine that got turned off at the front of the house, nor the steps that followed

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Tank parked their bike, still confused about the yelling they started hearing ever since they got close enough, they thought things between sam and bright had gotten better after they talked to sam about it, and they spotted them, head low arms stretched on their bend knees, they didn't seem to have heard them when they arrived, either that or they did but didn't care enough about it, they walked across the entrance, stopped in front of bright, whose head shot up at the sight of their boots, so it was the former, they gave them a confused smile, one bright eyes looked away from..

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Tank kneeled in front of them, one knee on the stairs, the other they rested their arms on top of, bright returned their eyes on them, now sure they saw their tear filled face and their red eyes,red in all the spots they shouldn't be,

how embarrassing..

"are you ok" they said, gentle, and bright flinched away from them, tears on the edge of becoming a tide, they considered lying to them, saying the loudness caused their ears to hurt and thats why they were crying..

But their eyes... Tank saw right through them

Tears fell header and they took a shaky breath in "I'm just so tired" they whispered,voice tight, any louder and they might sob

Tank took a breath in too, look towards the house behind them, and then back at them, theu patted their shoulder twice and got up "come on"

Bright looked up at them, confused "come where?" but standing and following them anyway

"Somewhere!" they said with a shrug going back to their bike

Bright stood there watching them open their seat and taking out a helmet "here" they handed it over

Bright took it without a word, put it on as tank did the same

Tank hopped on the bike then twisted and looked back at them "hop in, i know a cool place"

And bright did just that

They held tank's shoulders as they sped up through the dark streets, music blasting in their helmet mixed with the sound of the wind rushing past their face, drying their tears and taking away any new ones that came

Street after street, block after block, and then they cut to a forest, tank stopped "we're here"

they both hopped off, and walked for a bit, bright looking at the trees and how beautiful they were, yes sam's cabin was out in woods but this was, another level of woods, trees huge and thick you can barely see the sky..

"And tada" tank said putting no effort on the "tada"

Bright tore their eyes off the giant tree they were looking at and paid attention to what was in front of them and their eyes winded

It was huge, beautiful lake, with the water reflecting small bits of the moon that shined through the trees, surrounded by huge rocks

"come on kid, it ain't gonna be night forever" tank said already climbing the rock to their left, they did the same, having the wolf helping them to the top

They sat, a bit satisfied, looking out the wonderful sight before their eyes, but all that came crashing down when the amusement of those moments faded away

And tank saw that, putting a hand on top of theirs

Bright couldn't help but spill all their feelings righ then and there, how they wish they'd stop doing everything wrong, how they want sam to look at them once, and anything but anger or disappointment, how they are trying their best to makr him proud, and how they know they shouldn't seek his approval but they do, so much, so much that when they don't get it they feel useless, so they just avoid him in general, but there's no way they could do it forever, and how it's a never ending circle of seeking affection by actions, never getting it, and crashing down and doing it all over

By the end of their talk they were sobbing into the wolf's chest as they ran their hand up and down their arm and rocking them back and forth

As bright starts to doze off they hear the shifter whisper "you're enough kid, you don't have try to be anymore"

More tears fell from their eyes as they mumbled "i wish i could believe that" and let themselve fall into the comforting darkness of sleep..

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[madetouse]

was thinking about a show that you might've been looking forward to for a solid year, that we'd bought tickets for, before you'd gotten pregnant... and now the time has come, it's the day of the event, and you're in the starting stages of labor. it's your first pregnancy, so you should have time, right? and maybe you would've had more time, if i wouldn't have had my mouth on your nipples every two hours since they'd started leaking consistently, my hands on your belly, often roaming to play with your clit, too. maybe you would've had more time if i hadn't fucked you right before we were meant to leave, hoping to distract you from the worsening contractions that were wrecking your body. perhaps it had to do with how beautiful you look like that, too, though. i wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you, to whisper how i can't wait to keep you like that forever, and how good you are for me, how beautiful and strong you are. it's you who decided that we'd still be going to the event, even when you're wincing in pain with the next contraction, knees bending with the need to get on all fours, but you refuse to give in. firsts take the longest, they say. you're all flushed when we get you into your dress, your belly getting all the attention, and i'd be tempted to undress you again. instead, i drive us to the event, my hand underneath your dress, rubbing your clit through every contraction you have while we're heading there. neither of us tracked the time between your contractions, otherwise we might've noticed that the time between them had shortened considerably after you came over my fingers twice. i watch you breathe through them once we get there, willing us to get to our seats, and i'm in awe of you. my beautiful girl, swollen with my child, and despite the pain, i can still see the light in your eyes from being surrounded by the thing you've waited for all year. the moment the lights go down, i've got my fingers on you again. both to distract you and to keep track of what you're doing, silently whispering to you that no matter what you do, pushing shouldn't be it. for two hours, you manage to get through it. you breathe through them, and when it gets too much, i rub you to an orgasm that has you nuzzling your face in my shoulder to keep from moaning out. but i feel how full you're getting, how the head is right behind your opening, and the show still has two hours to go. during intermission i guide you through the bathroom, getting into the stall with you, and show you what's been in my bag all along: panties and biker shorts from your first trimester. you're so much bigger now and you're telling me you won't be able to get into them, but we're getting them on you either way. my hand would press against your opening, the slit of hair disappearing fully behind your lips again. a pair of bikini bottoms that are slipping between them instead, tight underwear, and biker shorts that are several sizes too small to keep it all in place. i can see the baby moving in your belly, protesting against the tightened space and you are mewling, but we're getting back to the show. i'm so proud of you, baby girl. two more hours, i'm sure you can make it, and then we can reward you, princess. do you want that reward badly enough to keep being good for me? - doting gf

Oh you COOKED

No notes. 10/10. Perfection. I’m wet

[countrymusiclover]

12 - Spared by the King

( gif doesn’t belong to me. Belongs to respectful owner )

Part 13

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989

“The proper course is clear: Pledge fealty to King Renly and move south to join our forces with his" I heard one of the Lord’s say as I walked towards the gathering of Robb and  his banner men. 

 Robb declared to the crowd. "Renly is not the King."

"You cannot mean to hold to Joffrey, My Lord. He put your father to death." One lord spoke back, seeing me now standing there where he pointed his index finger in my direction. "She married into the family that killed him. Why is she not in chains beside the Kingslayer!"

Robb sat back in his chair shaking his head towards the lord's tone. "That doesn't make Renly King. He's Robert's youngest brother. If Bran can't be Lord of Winterfell before me, Renly can't be King before Stannis." He glanced my way tiling his head for me to come stand beside him. 

“Are we going to put this lioness with her sick husband or not?” I gulped nervously squeezing my best friend's hand, eyeing Robb who had a hand extended out for me to take. 

Chezney and I unlocked hands and I slowly stalked my way over to the young wolf.  Our fingers  intertwined together before he defended my life to his army of soldiers who wished me dead. “The Kingslayer may be her husband but she is the last Velaryon.  In case all of you have forgotten, House Velaryon followed the Taragaryn’s until their throne was taken from them.  I am choosing to take whatever loyalty against the Lannister’s I can get.  If any of you keep calling her a traitor I can't promise that I will keep trusting you and the loyalty of your house." 

“Do you mean to declear us for Stannis?” One lord asked. 

Another man raised his voice in disagreement. “Renley is not right.” 

"My Lords! Here is what I say to these two Kings-“ The group of lord’s started bickering against each other until one stood up in front of Robb. Lord John Umber declared to his fellow Northerners, spitting at the ground briefly. “Renly Baratheon is nothing to me, nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the South? What do they know of the Wall or the Wolfswood? Even their Gods are wrong! Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the Dragons we bowed to and now the Dragons are dead!" 

“Seven hells.” I muttered to myself surprised by what occurred next before my eyes. 

Lord Umber then drew his sword aiming it at the wolf, bending a knee to him. "There sits the only King I mean to bend my knee to. The King in the North!" 

"I'll have peace on those terms. They can keep their Red Castle and their Iron Chair too. The King in the North!" Another lord rose to his feet moving to bend the knee in front of Robb. 

Theon asked his friend, making us both look his way. "Am I your brother, now and always?"

Robb simply replied back to him. "Now and always" 

Theon then dropped on a knee drawing his sword moving in between the other two lords. "My sword is yours, in victory and defeat from this day until my last day."

I draw my sword from the holster attached to my hip, dropping down on a knee still holding his hand in my left too terrified if I let go this might be a dream. Our eyes staring into one another deeply. "I, Haelesa Lannister, formerly of House Velaryon pledge my loyalty to Robb Stark. The King in the North." 

"Kingslayer's wife rides for House Stark!" Lord Umber stared at me while I pressed my sword into the dirt head held high. "The King in the North!"

"The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North!" Robb turned his head in every direction hearing the rest of his men draw their swords declaring it. 

Glancing back at Chezney she sent me a huge grin of hope for me when I heard Robb leaving when the chants began to die down throughout the night.  I spun on my feet following his heels where I reached the outside of his tent. “Robb, I - I need to tell you something.” 

“What is it, Velaryon?” He spat down at me. 

I parted my lips trailing off. “Thank you for standing up for me back there.” 

“I may have spared your life from them.  But it doesn’t mean I forgive you for what I saw the other night.” Robb ducked his head down inside the tent leaving me standing outside at a loss for words. 

Maybe his feelings for me had truly gone away for good. 

"They caught the Kingslayer." The guard spoke up, causing me to wake that early morning inside my tent that was beside Lady Stark’s. I bolted up from my bed and outside, hearing a crowd of men shouting and a horse making a noise as they dragged Jaime through the camp. 

"Haelesa, wait!" Catelyn attempted but I didn't listen to her when I started elbowing the men around me to get through the crowd. They were all shouting at one another and punching him around like a rag doll. When Jaime is shoved into the dirt I finally managed to get through them.

Lord Karstark drew his sword. "Get back! I want his head!" Some of the other men drew their swords standing in front of Jaime. 

Pushing my way past two of them I growled up in Karstark’s face. "Karstark I suggest you step back right now. Throwing the lion around and into the mud is fine but beheading him seems a little extreme don't you think?" 

"He murdered my son, Lannister wife." He took a step forward shouting towards me.

“Am I to assume that I’ll be the next on your kill list, my lord.” 

“If you keep yapping that tongue of yours.  I won’t have any problem doing so.” 

I ignored his threat, dropping down on my knees gently touching Jaime’s shoulder.  “Are you okay, Jaime - ahhh!” I screamed harshly in pain with someone yanking me back by my loose hair.  

“Haelesa!” He called my name from his place of sitting on his knees in the dirt. 

My body gets thrown to the dirt and mud away from the Lion and I scrambled away from Karstark feeling my skin crawling with goosebumps. “I don’t want to fight you, Karstark.” 

“If you wish to help him I challenge you to pick up your sword and face me!” He threatened down at me, gripping his sword in his right hand. 

I paused for a second, finding no other way out. “If I win then you’ll give him some medical help.” I pushed myself up to stand, wrapping my fingers around the blade Jaime had given me back in Winterfell.  This was the first time I had ever used it before. 

Karstark charged at me with his sword in the air and I charged forward causing our blades to clunk when they collided.  We went back and forth where I elbowed him in the ribs where he stumbled onto the ground and I lowered my blade thinking he had given up.  Except I was wrong when he slipped his leg underneath mine and I fell dropping my blade.  Karstark drew his elbow up and punched me up in the center of my nose. 

My vision blurred and I blinked quickly through the tears collapsing onto the dirt. “Agghh!” I moved my hand around searching for my blade in a hasty mode of fear but halted my actions feeling a boot kick me in my stomach, making me roll onto my back wincing in pain gasping sharply at what was above me. 

"Any man who stands between a father and his vengeance asks for death." Karstark pressed the tip of his sword to my chest where I forgot about my nose bleeding, focusing on the blade against my heart. 

Chezney’s voice broke through the crowd seeing me at sword point. “Let her go!” Karstark glared at me, yet drew his blade away from me.  

I winced, reaching up underneath my nose, lowering my hand down to see fresh blood on my fingertips. “Ah shit.” 

"Haelesa! Are you okay?” Catelyn appeared through the crowd with Brienne at her side, offering me her hand helping me up to stand.  “Lord Karstark, this man is our prisoner.” 

He spat back towards her. "This monster killed my son."

Her voice broke a little mentioning Bran and I sniffed back some tears too. "And crippled mine. He will answer for his crimes, I promise you, but not here."

"I will have his head. And if you try and stop me ..." Karstark backed up away from my sword raising his tone towards her. 

But she wasn't having it and fight back stronger. "You will strike me down? Have you forgotten me, Ser? I am the widow of your liege Lord Eddark Stark. I am the mother of your king!" 

"And where is our king now?" He got in her face. 

"You know very well. He has gone to the Crag to accept the surrender." She explains to the lord. 

He rolled his eyes as I stood in front of Jaime who hung his head down. "Aye, gone to the Crag, but not to negotiate. He’s letting that foreign bitch remain inside our camp when she should be a prisoner too."

"How dare you?" Our mother raised her tone in defense of calling me a traitor even after last night’s event. 

"Threatening My Lady is an act of treason." Brienne started drawing her sword in defense too. 

Karstark glared down at Jaime who was now looking at my backside. My right hand death gripping the blade handle, that I had managed to find beside his knees. "Treason? How can it be treason to kill Lannisters?"

"I understand your grief, My Lord ... better than most I understand it ... but in the name of my son, the King in the North, stand down." She pleaded with him knowing that things could get worse if we didn't end it here. 

Karstark huffed, pushing his sword back in its holder at his side. "When your son returns, I will demand this murders head." 

"Wise men do not make demands of kings." She warned him with a shake of her head. 

He pointed out to her death, glaring at my husband before walking away from us. "Fathers who love their sons do. I will have his head."

"Thank you for fighting on my behalf, Lady Stark. I would have come to your defense, but ..." Jaime spoke up seeing me lower myself down onto a knee barely getting the opportunity to see if he was seriously injured with multiple men yanking him up to his feet. 

Her demeanor returned to normal ordering the guards tugging me away from him. "Take him to the stockades. Bind him with every chain you can find!"

"You've become a real she-wolf in your later years. There's not much fish left in you." Jaime called out over his shoulder, getting dragged off away from me as I placed my sword away. 

Lady Stark shouted back, turning on her heels and leaving me there to watch them take him back to the cage. "And gag him!"

“We should get you checked out, Hael.” Chezney touched my arm, noticing the blood still coming from my nose from the brawl.  I didn’t utter a word to her bolting into the direction of our tent hearing her hollering my name but she wasn’t able to catch up with me in her handmaiden dress. “Wha - what are you doing? Hael, Haelesa!”