#⚔️ standing around

[vigilant-yaksha-asks]

"If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name. Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call."

rules and info are below the cut!!

Rules (ooc)

➤ NO NSFW ANYTHING!! MOD IS A MINOR!! i am also not comfortable with suggestive asks

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General

➤ This is my first askblog like. ever. so. sorry if i mess things up

➤ Mod uses he/they pronouns thank you!!

➤ May seem ooc as i have hcs sprinkled in here

➤ Xiao is not a super talkative person, so I will be extra descriptive with his body language!!

➤ Italics for actions, bold for shouting/yelling, italics and quotations for thoughts, quotations for speaking, small text is for whispering (um. i might forget this sorry.)

➤ For this blog, Aether is considered the Traveler, but Lumine blogs are free to interact, Abyssal Princess or not!!

➤ More stuff may be added here as needed

Tags and Signoffs

🍃 at your call : for general interactions

⚔️ standing around : shenanigans/in character rambles

🏵��� golden flower : xiaother with @starbound-traveler

🌾 windswept field : xiaother with @beyond-celestias-gaze

🐕 almond : Xiao's dog Almond (@puppy-paws-talks)

🐈 tofu : Xiao's cat Tofu

❄️ bird in the snow : The other Xiao, Snow!! (@yxkshasfavor)

ooc : mod talks

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➤ 🐛anon

➤ 🪼anon

[thewritetofreespeech]

Tender Loving Care

pairing: Aemond x Reader

summary: after a training accident, Aemond's wife takes care of him. In more ways than one.

tags: heterosexual sex, cowgirl, massage, hand job, cum eating, cranky Aemond is a good boy for his wife, mentions of the other members of the Green but not present.

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Training accidents were as common as breathing if one wanted to master the sword.

If one wanted to hold a blade, then one must also be prepared to suffer its bite. Aemond was well aware of this. Even though it was just training, play fighting for the knights & instructors brought in from all over Westeros to teach the prince, he had been cut before. Nothing serious. Nothing like his eye. He wishes it had been. It would make this latest injury less wounding than the others.

A simple misstep, that was all. His own clumsiness was what put him in this bed. His leg wasn’t broken or maimed, but twisted in his fall, to the point that he could put no weight on it. Or at least that was what the maesters said.

2 weeks. That was the punishment for his own mistake. He was not to leave this bed save to relieve himself and the few moments a day he was granted to stand & test his legs progress. Each day was a new torment. Not for the pain, Aemond could handle that, but the failure of trying his leg and only have it betray him again & again. He wondered how his father did it all those years trapped in his bed. Aemond would have begged for death sooner.

“Husband,” the prince looked up from his window and thoughts of limping over to throw himself out of it, when his wife’s voice came into the room.

One of his few constant visitors during his confinement. Helaena came to visit him but was busy with her children. Aegon only came once, to taunt him about his trip more than anything before he left and a back handed ‘get better Aemond the Fierce!’. His mother came as well but flapped between concern and scolding for his ‘recklessness’. She was the only one who seemed genuinely concerned for him, though her concern was not needed. Aemond did not wish to feel more like an invalid than he already did. “What is it?”

“It is time to change the bandage on her leg.” To keep it straight. To keep him bound, he thought with a spat, although Aemond arched a brow at the comment.

“Where is the maester?” His wife was many things, but she was no practitioner of medicine nor magic.

She sighed. “Did you really expect them to come back willingly after last time?” Aemond pursed his lips.

Under the best of circumstances, Aemond was aware that he was not the most agreeable person in the realm. Could anyone really blame him? His existence had taught him over & over that it was better to lash out and cut first, lest you be the one who is sliced. Metaphorically, of course. He wasn’t a mad man like some of his ancestors. And attached to this bed the only weapon at his disposal was his words. He had cursed, jeered, and ranted, honestly uncharacteristic of himself, at the maester who had attended to his leg the day before and had the nerve to tell him his progress was splendid. If it was so splendid then why was he still in this bed? If he was such a great man of knowledge and skill, why hadn’t he healed him yet?! He should go back to whatever dung heap he crawled out of and beg alms for to the gods for wasting a fine Citadel education on an incompetent!!

The prince said a few more unkind things before he forbade any of them from touching him again. He did not think they would take him seriously.

“So, they sent you to do the work of a common barrio healer since they do not wish to do their jobs?”

“I think it was more that they thought you wouldn’t scratch at me. More fool they then, hn?”

Aemond sunk further into his pillows, sulking. He doesn’t mean to scratch at her. He doesn’t mean to scratch at any of them, honestly. He just wanted to get out of his bed and go on with his life. To have the world move on around him, to grow weak and irrelevant in this bed, was the real punishment. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. “…thank you…for helping me…”

“You’re welcome Aemond.”

How quick she was to accept his apology. How quick she was to help him, already coming to his side despite his scratching, when he needed her. No wonder he was always alone….

The prince did what he could for her as he raised his leg from the pillow propping it up and held it there while she unwrapped the old dressing. “Are you sure you know what you are doing?” It was not meant as a slight. Just a genuine curiosity on if she knew the proper way to wrap his injury.

His wife just chuckled. “Yes, Aemond. Despite not wanting to come in here on their own, the maesters did instruct me on how to do it properly.” Cowards, he thought. “There! All done.”

Aemond looked at his leg with his good eye and tried to flex at his foot. His nostrils flared at the persistent pain, but it was wrapped correctly. He was impressed. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I want you healed as soon as possible as well.” Her hand reached for his on the bed and clasped it. “In fact…I was told of another treatment….one that might help with the…circulation in your leg.”

“Oh?” Aemond was curious about that. Trapped in this bed, his legs were not getting the work out that they normally would. Training aside, the walk around the castle was enough exercise for most lords. He hadn’t been able to go more than a few steps for days. His legs teetered between weightlessness and the sharp pricks of falling asleep all the time. “Will it improve my condition?”

“It….could…” She seemed unconvinced. Avoiding, even. But perhaps that was because the last person who made remarks about the improvement of his condition was threatened to be fed to Vhagar. “Will you let me try it?”

What was there to lose, he thought, and Aemond nodded before he helped her take off his lower bed linens so both his legs were bare. A small vial appeared out from her pocket, and she poured some of its contents onto her hands before rubbing them together and placing them on his leg. “Just…try to relax for me.”

A hefty ask, but he does try. All he could do recently was ‘try to relax’. ‘Rest, my prince’, ‘you need time to heal’. It was all he had heard for the past days, to the point that any word close to ‘relax’ had almost the opposite effect on him. But for her, he does try. For her it worked a little. His shoulders finally untensing. Looking at her in the candlelight. Soft feelings swelling at the touch of her soft hands. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” He answered, almost without thinking. It did feel good. He didn’t realize how stiff his leg was until this moment.

Aemond let out a deep exhale. Not really a sigh, just the release of all the air in his lungs and tension built in his body. His eye closed as he laid back and let his wife work. They aren’t strong, but persistent. He continued to enjoy until he felt her hands shift up higher. Up his calf where his injury was to above his knee. “What are you doing?”

“What??” Her shocked face was particularly adorable in the soft light. Wide, wild eyes. Body frozen save for a soft tremble in her shoulders. “I..I’m rubbing your leg. I told you.”

“My injury is not there though.” He told her logically. Gaze still fixed on her for any kind of reveal.

“I…I know…” Her hands shift to seem to want to move away from him, but she willed them to stay still. “I just thought…maybe there was some other tension I could help you with….”

It was Aemond’s turn to be shocked, but he doesn’t show it on his face like she does. His wife was a lady. A demure, kind, noble one at that. Though she wasn’t nearly as boring & cow eyed as the other noble ladies on offer to him at the time of his betrothal, or so Aemond assumed as he didn’t pay much attention to any of them, boldness like this was not heard of in their marriage. She never denied him. Seemed fond of when they were together; or at least made all the right noises like she did. But it was always he who initiated such acts in their bedroom. To see her offer, and on offer, as he finally took in her appearance and the thin robe she had come to him in, Aemond would not deny that it was quite arousing.

Without another word, Aemond parted his legs further to give her room. If this was her intention, he would not deny her. There was a flush on her cheeks that bleed down her neck towards the V of her robe when he did this. Her resolve seeming to waiver, and disappointment started to drip into his chest at the prospect he may have ruined this too with his terrible attitude, but she continued.

The prince sighed. Gladdened to feel her hands on him again and closed his eye with a newfound desire for his treatment, now that he knew what was going on. “Higher.”

“Here?”

Her coquettish tone was a tonic to his ears. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying touching him and playing with him. His cock jumped as it filled fuller. More aroused by the fact that his wife truly did want him than her hands close, but not close enough, to his member. “Higher.”

“Here?”

Aemond opened his eye and genuinely growled at his wife. Though this game was amusing, enticing, it had been days since he’d found release. Being stuck in this bed did not really spur a person on towards desire. And though she laid with him at night like a good wife she had been spared from her ‘wifely duties’ for some time as Aemond was either still in too much pain from his leg, or unable to move it to perform the act, or in too bad of a mood to make the effort. Having her close. Feeling her touch. It was like the flood gates opened on a dam he had long since locked up and threw away the key on. “Please….”

His kind, noble, demure wife took pity on him, and also took his cock in her hand. Aemond’s head tilted back as he moaned. Her soft hands stroking his member from under his night shirt slowly, deliberately. She had touched him before, so she knew how he liked it, but honestly she could have touched him anyway she liked. Like a clumsy novice that first night they were together, and he still would have melted in her hands.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” Again, without thought. But headier this time. More needy. He opened his eye to look upon his wife and found her staring at him. Those bright eyes darkened with desire. He’d never seen it before; mostly because when they were together her face was either buried in his chest, or shoulder, or in the pillows. Aemond bit his bottom lip hard. Trying not to cum at just the sight of her.

“It’s ok.” She told him in a whisper. Like it was a secret between the two of them. “You can let go husband. Will you let go for me?”

It was the softest command that Aemond had ever heard, and yet it forced him to obey more than any other. His back pressed further back into the pillows as his head tilted back again. His cock spasming in her hand as his seed leapt out from the tip. Covering her hand and perhaps getting some on her pretty robe by her knee. He would have to get her another one.

He opened his eye again after coming down from his high. Just in time to see her lick his seed off the palm of her hand. “What are you doing?”

“Well, the royal seed is sacred, is it not?” Her grin was soft, but mischievous. “We should not waste it.”

Aemond’s hand darted out to grab hold of her arm and drag her down to him in a deep, needy kiss. Apparently the flood gates he thought were released earlier were in truth just a leak in the levees. This was when the dam broke now. The need he had for her burning so hot that he could almost taste blood at the back of his tongue, his blood was boiling so hot.

He tried to spread his legs wider to make more room for his wife, but when he moved, he was reminded (painfully) of his injury. “Damnit!” The prince hissed against his wife’s lips. The throbbing in his leg almost in tandem with his cock.

“Sssh…it’s ok Aemond.” He wanted to bite at her soft words.

It was not ok! None of this was ok! He was injured, in pain, stuck in this bed, and now he couldn’t even fuck his wife! He felt useless. He felt angry. He felt humiliated not being able to do things as a man should, and he just wanted to get back to normal!

Before he could tell her any of this, however, his wife pulled back and removed her robe from her body. Mesmerizing in the fire light. No Valyrian alabaster, but still just as dazzling to Aemond. Shift discarded, his wife raised her hips and inched closer to hover them over his own. “The maester said not to move unless absolutely necessarily.” He wanted to argue that laying with his wife was absolutely necessarily, particularly in this moment, but all his words left him on a moan as she lowered herself onto him. “So you just stay there. L-Let me take care of you.” The little stammer in her voice as she started rolling her hips almost sent Aemond into a frenzy, but he endured.

He genuinely couldn’t move with her on top of him like this and his position on the bed. Though why would be want to? For the first time since his accident, Aemond was actually ecstatic to be stuck here in this bed. His wife lovingly impaling herself on his member. Riding him with skill just short of a dragon rider. If he had the wits still about him, he would have chuckled at his own joke. ‘Dragon rider’. As it was though he was stupid with lust. Dumb, witless, helpless at her mercy as she took from him everything and gave him back so much. He still had brains at least to return the favor.

His wife cried out when he reached up to cup her breast. The weight of them in his hands something he missed. Aemond does not get a lot of time to enjoy them, however, as his wife suddenly fell forward. Covering his body with her own. Hips still moving but at a much snappier pace with the depleted gap between them. He didn’t care though. His hands just repositioned themselves on her other mounds at her backside and pressed her to move faster.

“A-Aemond!” Her cries were his music. The tempo in which he set a new rhythm.

The wet sound of their sexes kissing along with their actual kissing fill the room, until it all stopped in one bright, shining moment of his wife shaking on top of him while her fists tried to fight his pillows and he spilled inside her this time.

He wished he could hold her like this for longer. Her weight a comfort, like a blanket, in his arms. But she rolled over onto his non-injured side to lay beside him. It was good enough. “Do you feel better now?”

Aemond looked down at her, having to turn his head completely as to not just look at her with the sapphire in his eye, realizing at last what this was about. Her idea of a good will effort. To lift his spirits and relieve his tension. Maybe keep him from trying to execute more of the maesters in the castle. “Yes. I’m feeling better.”

She smiled, then placed a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Good.”

The fingers from the hand around her own shoulders played with her hair as he stared at the ceiling. “Was this all just for me though?”

His wife looked at him with a perplexed look, but then realized what he was asking and blushed. She was smart enough to figure it out. “Not…all of it. I did want you to be in better spirits but…I have missed you.”

The corner of Aemond’s lips ticked up. Pleased, and pleased with himself. He did not think his sexual prowess was worth much compared to his prowess with a sword or strategy. But to hear that his wife wanted him, truly wanted him, was all the praise he would ever need. “So, you came up with this idea to satisfy both of us, ��brazyrys.”

“It wasn’t….all my idea…” Aemond arched a brow at his wife’s words. Curious now where she had got the idea from, as it had clearly come from somewhere. “Aegon commented on your bad mood and how someone should ‘cheer you up’. He gave me the idea, but the rest of it was all my doing.”

Aemond wasn’t sure which comment he was more shocked about. The fact that his brother knew how he was faring in his recovery, or the fact that he made lewd comments to his wife. He was battering between feelings of an odd sense of touched and white hot furry, but he decided to just let it go for now and enjoy his wife. “Well, thank you, regardless. In future I will try not to scratch at you while I am still confined to this bed. Lest you ask.”

She giggled when he kissed the top of her forehead. “And the maesters?”

“They are on their own.” Idiots. “I make no promises on their safety, but I will…endeavor to be of better character in the future.” At least not threaten to feed them to Vhagar. That seemed a reasonable adjustment.

[yuurei20]

Summarized transcript of the Twisted Radio episode with Diasomnia! 🐉🦇⚔️⚡️

Highlights: A very good episode, all the Diasomnia VAs love their characters and each other’s characters and each other and it is very obvious when they interact.

Disclaimer: These are not direct quotes, this is all general summarizations and paraphrasing~

Begins with how they are happy to be all together in one place, for the first time in two years.

The opening talk set by last week: what do you find yourself buying when you travel?

⚡️It seems 🦦-kun wanted to buy a dragon sword… 🐉 I’ve bought one before. 🦇 Why wwww 🐉 In elementary school

On topic: 🐉 I love milk. Every time I go some place I buy milk to drink. A recent musical I was in traveled nationwide and the milk in Hokkaido is different depending upon the area. I was so happy.

🦇I like to get things to remind me of the trip. It doesn’t matter what they are. It doesn’t even have to be related to the area. Just a prize from a Game Center or a gacha toy or anything is fine.

⚔️ Dragons. Apparently they’re growing in popularity. 

He talks about how around high school everyone loses interest, but then you become an adult and are like “actually yeah dragons are great” ww

🦇 We should get on that bandwagon. Officially recognized by Diasomnia ww ⚔️ We have the most noble and beautiful dragon of them all 🦇 Out of all the dragons that there are, he certainly stands out

(Everyone is laughing so much they are having so much fun)

⚡️I like getting fruit or something that was made from things grown in the area, even if it’s temporary, to remember the taste

(⚡️ is the host so it is his job to keep them on subject ww there are a lot of cuts in this episode, they must have talked for so long and needed to cut it down)

Fan letter: I had a dream where I talked about how wonderful Malleus-sama is for ten hours. What strange dreams have you had before?

⚡️I have been seeing the same dream since I was a kid. A kind of horror dream. The same dream where I am being chased by something. 

⚔️ There are dreams I had as a kid that really left an impression on me. I remember them pretty well. Like one where I became a character from a cartoon that could fly. I became one of the main characters. An enemy would appear, someone would say “Let’s go!” and they’d all naturally start to fly. And even though I was a main character, I’d say “Let’s go!” and I was the only one who wouldn’t be able to fly. Everyone else flew off and I couldn’t. I was the main character and they all left me behind. I started crying that I couldn’t fly and then I woke up.

🦇 I’ve had a dream about situation where I could fly, too. Even though I could fly, when I jumped from somewhere high up instead of going straight I would go fly upwards, then think, “Yeah, I can fly,” and that is when I could go forward. I perform safety checks within my dream.

🐉 In a dream I had in university I could fly, but just some light floating. Everyone else travels very quickly, and at first I can as well, but then I get lower and lower, and soon I am floating about 5cm. I’m technically flying, but…I saw that dream a lot.

(This entire story ⚔️ is in the background dying of laughter)

About Malleus

He was very mysterious when he first appeared. ⚡️ says he had the feeling from the start that he was a very good character. 

🦇 He had an atmosphere of someone who is difficult to go near.

⚔️ I like Malleus-sama even more now than I did before. Not just what about him that is firm but his soft side, his warm side, his cold side—we can see so many aspects of his character now, which has made him even more captivating. Because he is so mysterious something even more wonderful than what I had imagined has emerged—that is the impression I have of him now.

🦇 They did a great job with his casting. I didn’t really know anything at first, but doing this for so long, you can tell how perfect 🐉-kun is for this part. 

🐉 I’m so happy :D

🦇 Of course everyone wants to know more in the beginning because of his cool voice, but 🐉-kun has a kindness to him. And that is what I came to understand. They took that into account when they chose him. When I figured that out, I was extremely impressed. This isn’t something that just anyone can do. It’s not enough to just provide a cool character voice. It’s a distinct charm that he has.

⚔️ The character is really packed with substance, but there’s still space left, and you can sense that mysteriousness. Because there is so much going on inside of him there are things for you to grasp at while simultaneously stirring your imagination. I really sense that.

🦇 When you try to think of other seiyuu like that, no one really comes to mind. It has to be 🐉-kun.

🐉 Is it okay if I start to cry?

⚔️ And when he sings…

⚡️ That humming…

⚔️ That was amazing.

🐉 That was so hard to do. They told me, “please hum like you mean it,” and I thought, “what is humming that you mean?” Humming that follows a melody, that becomes a sound. I had never done that before. It was really hard. We tried several different patterns.

⚔️ It was scary. Both an ending and a beginning.

🦇 But as the story continues I find him cute, too. And 🐉-kun is cute, too.

(Everyone is laughing, I think ⚔️ is going to die here)

🦇 No I’m serious, really, really. 

🐉 While portraying Malleus the difficult thing is always not showing too much emotion,.The direction I am always receiving is “you can’t become human.” They’ll say, “that take sounded just like a regular guy.” The balance of how his normal is not normal for a human is always hard to do. And post-overblot Malleus—they’ll tell me, “Sorry, but Malleus sounds kind of scary.” I often get told “can you control the darkness a bit.” But through all that how do I still portray Malleus-ness…

🦇 The more you read for a character the more you come to understand them, but Malleus was last.

🐉 There was a lot of uncertainty in the beginning. I have concluded that he is cute. He’s a child. He’s been alive longer than the others, but his emotional state hasn’t caught up to that. He has so much power, but he lacks the normal concept of common sense. Things that are common sense to him are not so to others. I am always trying to portray that unusual dichotomy.

⚔️ talks about being able to see Malleus grow up in Book 7 through the different milestones were see in the flashbacks. There are places where he has always been the same but parts about him that have evolved. ⚔️ tells 🐉 that it seems like that must have been hard.

🐉 It was so hard.  I think there’s probably a way of interacting with Malleus that's in line with how he understands things, even though I don't fully understand it. When encountering him for the first time, people around him might think, 'Wow, he doesn’t react at all!' But Malleus does react in his own way. I would receive many detailed directions like 'Please be surprised!' or 'Please react!' I didn’t create this performance all by myself, it has come together from the efforts of the staff, and I’m really grateful for that. I tend to lose track of what was the right way to approach things as Malleus. You can get confused between doing events and the main story, so getting back into the right mindset every time is pretty tough.

About Silver

🐉 I thought he was really cool when I saw him the first time.

⚡️ I think it’s cute how he falls asleep—he’ll wake up, apologize, and then immediately sleep again.

🦇 He’s really pretty.

🐉 I thought he had a beautiful face the first time I saw him.

⚔️ My portrayal of him hasn’t really changed since the beginning. We’ve gotten more information and there is more of a backbone now, and of course things change when new things are revealed. Even from the beginning he wasn’t just a cool character, he had a naturalness to him, and not just that he spaces out, but he tries to solve his problems with physical strength. Like in Book 7 with “if I hit it that will fix it.” I think his humanity is being expressed more these days.

🦇 It took a while, yeah?

⚔️ It took so long.

🦇 It took us a while to get to Malleus, too, but he had the impact of his first appearance. Silver didn’t have anything.

Now they’re talking about Lilia’s farewell party and Malleus and Silver crying together and not knowing how to express their emotions. Trying to be mature. 

⚔️ He’s being a big brother to Silver!!

🦇 I figured something was coming soon, after that. And it went in an intense direction.

⚔️ There is so much about them that is a family. Father is Lilia, and Malleus-sama has a big-brother nature to him.

🐉 You really feel their familial relationship.

⚔️ He felt some responsibility. If the little brother starts to cry, the older brother—

🐉 He can’t cry.

⚔️ He’ll get desperate to try and be strong and try to solve the problem.

🐉 Like he has to step up.

🦇 So it was Silver’s fault.

⚡️⚔️🐉wwwwww

⚔️Not all of it. Silver would never say this, but the reason things became so difficult for the two of them is…their love for their father.

🦇 Sebek and Silver are a good combination, too.

⚔️ Such a good combination~~~

🦇 They’re complete opposites but they’re also surprisingly similar.

⚡️They’re both so honest.

🐉 They’re honest and serious and good kids, both of them.

⚡️ They never had the opportunity to show emotion like that until 7. They are both very quick to cry.

🐉 They’re so much alike.

⚡️I guess this is what happens when you’re raised together with someone. I think Silver is the older brother, looking from Sebek’s perspective. There is a moment where Sebek is scolded for the first time. In the moment, when I was reading, ⚔️’s portrayal really is angry. I even said it, “He finally scolded him for the first time.”

About Sebek

⚡️I think he empowers himself by speaking so loudly. Once he decides on doing something, he goes straight for it, true to his unique magic. With how strongly he sticks to his principles it’s like he could overcome any obstacle, like in that scene he had with Silver, but it was very cute that he actually loses there.

⚔️THAT WAS SO CUTE. That was a great part. 

(⚔️ is literally yelling into his mic about how cute Sebek is)

⚡️The fact that he was able to get out the words he really wanted to say after he lost the fight shows that he does want to say what is on his mind but there is a wall that he has to break down, and then he can move forward. That is a moment where you can really understand Sebek-kun’s feelings. And once he lets his emotions out, they’re out w

🐉 He can’t put the lid back on. Everything spills out.

⚔️ (dying in the background)

⚡️talks about how much effort Sebek puts into everything and he reads so much and there is so much he wants people to know, which is why he is so loud.

🦇Sebek and Silver have both had a lot more lines recently. Doesn’t your voice get worn out during recordings?

⚡️It doesn’t! I do stretches and things before recordings. I figured out that I need that kind of physical exercise to prepare.

About Lilia

⚡️ Mom.

🐉 A cute mom.

⚡️There was a lot of gaps* in 7.

*I can’t figure out a good way to say this in English. It is the difference between what you expect and what something really is.

🐉 Too many gaps, it was so surprising.

🦇 I had heard nothing about any of that.

⚡️ I had an image of him as someone who is gentle and cute and a senpai who enjoys pranks and looks out for others…

🦇 He used to be completely different.

⚡️And there was egg-sama.

🐉 Egg-sama w

⚡️⚔️It’s not inaccurate.

🦇 I have done a lot of crying scenes before. When you first look at the script it hits you, and when you think about how you have to portray what you just read so that the people listening to your performance feel the same emotion—there is a pressure to that. I can’t be the only one crying. I have to make others cry.

⚔️ Something that 🦇-san said (during the special talk show that 🦇 and 🐉 did together last year talking about Book 7 just the two of them) that I really liked and wanted to ask about: You and Baul’s VA Koyasu-san (🐊) have been performing together a lot over the years. And you came back together for the first time in a while for this. You said that you didn’t want to give him the impression of “So this is what 🦇 is like these days.” So there was that pressure, you didn’t want to give an embarrassing performance in front of him, and I realized that you have a passionate spirit that you don’t really show, in my opinion—but it’s there! I got really excited about that.

🐉 I was surprised, too, that even 🦇-san has those same thoughts.

⚡️Same!

🦇 Of course I do. The pressure was intense. I am glad that we were able to record together, but…

And with the Chapter 13 release announcement they say they have permission to share this information:

🦇 and 🐉 were able to record together!

🐉 It was amazing. It was truly an amazing time for me.

🦇 It was our first time performing together.

Upcoming calendar review~ and done!

[abiatackerman]

Could I make a request if it's not too much? I was hoping you could write something where Levi defends you from being assaulted it would help me a lot to get over some things but I understand if it's too much keep up the great writing!

Hello sweetie! Thank you for requesting! You didn't specify how the reader would get assaulted so I wrote in my way! Hope you'll like it!

Safe in his arms

⚔️Levi Ackerman x Female Reader ⚔️

⚠���Mentions of physical violence and harassment⚠️

Canon universe! Captain Levi Ackerman X Female Reader! Overprotectiveness! Argument! Make-up! 2.1k words!

Summary: After a heated argument, you storm off, only to be cornered by a drunken man. Just as fear sets in, Levi arrives—furious and relentless.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @dreamerofthewest @meowmewow7 @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @happygiverbluebird

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The barracks are quiet right now, save for the distant murmur of soldiers finishing their nightly routines. But the tension inside your room feels suffocating. The air inside is thick with tension, heated by an argument you barely remember starting. You and Levi are standing inches apart, locked in a battle of sharp words and stubborn silence.

"You're not going."

You stiffen but don't turn around. You had expected this.

Levi is standing by the doorway, arms crossed, posture rigid. His sharp gaze is locked onto you like a command.

"It's too dangerous."

A slow breath leaves your lips as you tug your satchel over your shoulder.

"I know the roads, Levi. I grew up there."

"I don't care," he snaps. "It's the middle of the damn night. Do you have any idea what kind of shit lurks out there?"

You turn to face him now, frustration simmering beneath your skin. " That's why I'm taking a carriage! Also I can handle myself."

Levi's expression darkens. "Tch. That's what I'm afraid of."

You exhale sharply, already knowing where this is going. He has always been overprotective, but this—this felt different. More annoying.

"I don't need you to babysit me," you mutter.

"You think this is about babysitting?" His raises his voice slightly, something rare for him. "It's about not being a reckless idiot. You have no idea what could happen if you—"

You cut him off. "So what? I should just sit here and wait for permission like some helpless girl? You know Levi, my mom is sick! I'm worried!"

Levi's jaw tightens. "That's why I'm saying I'll take you there myself tomorrow morning. Erwin haven't given you the permission to go either. So you can't leave!"

"So what? I can just leave right now and then I'll apologise to Erwin later!" You step closer, anger flaring as your voice raises. "Why do you always act like I can't do anything without you watching over me?"

Silence stretches between you, heavy and charged. Then, Levi's expression shifts as his features hardens-

"Because you're weak."

The words slammed into you like a punch to the gut.

You know it too that you're weak. Compared to him. But that doesn't mean you're so weak that you can't even go to somewhere far just because it's the middle of night. It's too much.

And just to make the situation worse, Levi doesn't stop.

"You don't think. You just act. And one day, that's going to get you killed." His tone is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "Maybe I should stop wasting my time worrying about you."

You swallow the tightness in your throat, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady.

"If that's how you see me, then I guess there's nothing left to say."

You step past him with your suitcase, your shoulder brushing against his as you walk out.

"Tch. Do whatever you want."

That was the last thing he said before turning his back to you.

And it stung.

You storm out, desperate for air, for distance—anything to stop your chest from aching like this. The streets of the district are quiet at this hour, save for the occasional patrol. The cool night air does little to ease the tightness in your chest as you quicken your pace, your destination set.

A dimly lit tavern comes into view, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows on the worn wooden walls. This isn't just any stop—it's where you need to collect medicine for your mother. From here, you'll catch a carriage that will take you home.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you push open the heavy door. The scent of alcohol and smoke envelops you immediately, thick and cloying. The low hum of conversation barely registers as you make your way to the counter.

Sliding the list of medicines across the worn wooden surface, you glance up at the tavern keeper. He takes it with a nod, scanning the contents before speaking. "Give me a moment. I'll get these for you."

You nod in response, shifting your weight as you glance around. Your eyes land on the large clock mounted on the wall. There's still time before the carriage arrives.

With another quiet sigh, you decide to order a juice, hoping it will help settle your nerves—even if just a little.

"You shouldn't be alone, y'know," a voice slurs beside you.

You stiffen. A man reeking of alcohol leans too close, his bloodshot eyes scanning you in a way that made your stomach twist.

"You lost, sweetheart?" He grins, his teeth yellowed and uneven. "I can keep you company."

You kept your expression blank. "Not interested."

"Aww, don't be like that." His starts to brush his fingers against your arm up and down, slow and deliberate.

You pull away. "I said no."

But he wasn't listening. His hand clamps down on your wrist as the another grips your thigh, fingers digging into your skin. Your heart pounds as you try to yank yourself free.

But you're too tired. After the busy day and the argument... You're too tired!

"You're actin' like you got a choice," the drunk man sneers feeling your tiredness, yanking you toward him.

Suddenly there's a scrape of a chair. A shadow moved.

Then, a loud crack.

The man's head snaps to the side as he crashes onto the floor.

A hush falls over the tavern. The few patrons lingering in the room shrink back, whispering amongst themselves.

Levi stands over the crumpled man, his fist still clenched. His knuckles are already bruised, his chest rising and falling in steady, controlled breaths. But his eyes—his eyes are anything but calm. They burn with something dark, something lethal.

The drunk man groans, rolling onto his hands and knees, but Levi dosen't give him the chance to recover. He grabs him by the collar, lifting him just enough to slam his fist into his gut. A strangled gasp left the man's lips as he crumples again.

"You fucking bastard," Levi mutters, his voice low and sharp. A chill runs down to your spine because you can tell by his voice that he's furious.

Another punch.

The man coughs, spitting blood onto the floorboards. But Levi dosen't stop. He grabs a handful of his hair, yanking his head back.

"You think you can touch her and walk away? What were you planning to do with her, huh?" Levi's voice was dangerously calm, almost detached. His grip tightens. "I should kill you right here."

His fist reels back.

"Levi."

Your voice barely wavers, but it is enough to make him pause. His chest is still heaving, his fingers still curled into a fist, but something in his expression shifts.

He looks at you.

And for a moment, it felt like the whole world has gone silent.

"That's enough," you whisper, stepping closer. You reach for his hand—the same hand that has just shattered the bastard's nose—and cover it with your own.

Levi exhales sharply through his nose. His body is still tense, but after a few seconds, his grip loosens. He let the man collapse onto the floor, unconscious.

His attention shifts fully to you now, his gaze scanning you for any sign of injury. "Are you hurt?"

You shake your head. "Just shaken."

Levi's eyes darkens, and his fingers twitched like he is resisting the urge to turn back and break the man's ribs. But instead, he reaches for your hand, the same way you had reached for his. His touch is firm, grounding.

"You scared the hell out of me," he mutters. "So I followed you to make sure you make it to the carriage safely but-" He looks at the unconscious drunk man and clicks his tongue again.

"I'm sorry."

That's all you could just say.

Levi scoffs as the tavern keeper comes back with the medicine and apologises for the mess. Sighing you take the medicine and walk out with Levi before he can even start to give the keeper a piece of his mind.

"Thanks for coming levi." You say in a soft-grateful voice as you hand levi a tissue to clean his hand.

"Idiot. Of course, I did. I had to make sure you got into the carraige safely." He says as he wipes off the blood with an irritated expression on his face.

"Tch, filthy-"

You smile at his adorable irritation and slowly you step closer, resting your forehead against his. He stiffens at first—Levi isn't one for public displays of affection—but after a second, you feel his arms wrap around you, one hand slipping to the small of your back, the other curling into your hair.

"You smell like alcohol," he mutters against your cheek.

You huff a laugh. "You smell like blood."

His grip tightens, his lips ghosting against the top of your head. "Next time you're mad at me," he says, voice quieter now, "just punch me instead of running off."

You smile and meet his gaze, your hands gripping the front of his jacket. "Maybe I will."

His eyes softens. Then, with a quiet sigh, he leans in. His lips brushes against your forehead—slow, lingering.

"Let's go home," he murmurs.

And this time, when he leads you away, you followed without hesitation.

[softlypossessive]

Hello! I hope you’ve been having a great day. I was wondering if I could request a strawhat x mute!reader. The reader has selective mutism, meaning she gets anxiety speaking to people in certain situations. When she does speak, which would be rare, it’s only when it’s just her and her crew. If she was in public she and had to say something she would whisper directly in their ear, otherwise she wouldn’t speak. The relationship could be either platonic or romantic, either is fine. I was wondering how would the strawhats react to their mute member being in a situation where pirates of a different crew surrounds and antagonizes her, trying to get her to speak to them. Also, may I ask that you not make the reader meek and defenseless? While she does feel anxiety when she’s in a situation where she has to speak to people, she’s not an overall anxious and docile person.

♡･ﾟ𓏸 All Strawhats x Selectively Mute!Reader Headcanons 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Robin, Franky, Jinbe, Brook, Chopper, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, Soft protectiveness, mutual understanding, SFW, platonic, romantic if you squint?? mentions of selective mutism, quiet affirmations, crew-wide affection, no use of Y/N, ♡ Notes: Thank you so much for the request! I really hope I did it justice <3 I went with a full crew interpretation (since it’s SFW) and leaned into that strong, warm platonic love—though if you squint, a few bits might read a lil more intimate. But overall? This crew would go to war for you, no questions asked. Not spicy, just full of love and loyalty.

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🍖 Luffy

At first, Luffy doesn’t get it.

“Why don’t you talk to them? Are they stupid?” (Yes, Luffy. Yes, they are.)

But the moment it clicks—that your silence isn’t a weakness but a boundary—he respects it with his whole chest

He never pressures you to speak. Like, ever. He doesn’t even notice you don’t talk half the time because he just vibes with your presence

You're still his crewmate, still part of the adventure, still cool as hell in his book

When you do whisper to him? Man lights up like a SUNRISE

“WAAAH YOU TALKED TO ME!!!”

Cue excitement. He treasures those moments

He absolutely throws hands if anyone tries to mock or push you into speaking.

No hesitation.

One second of antagonizing you = rubber punch to the jaw

Thinks your ability to stand silent and still in chaos is scary cool

"You don't need words to be strong. I can feel it. You're STRONG."

⚔️ Zoro

Completely unbothered by your silence—he’s not exactly chatty either

You two could sit in silence for three hours and that’s a perfect conversation to him

He clocks your selective mutism immediately and never asks questions you don’t want to answer

If you whisper something in his ear in public, he listens like it’s sacred scripture

He’s incredibly protective—not because he thinks you’re weak, but because he hates people who mistake quiet for easy prey

The moment someone tries to force words out of you? Zoro’s sword is already out

“You really think pressure makes people talk? Try bleeding first. Then we’ll compare notes.”

He absolutely respects that your silence is a form of control, not submission

Will stand at your shoulder like a silent wall of steel until you nod it’s okay to move

🍳 Sanji

Sanji is a soft king when it comes to your comfort

Doesn’t just “accept” your mutism—he adapts to it

Develops a whole love language around your silences: gestures, hand squeezes, looks, shared glances over food

If you whisper in his ear in public? He goes red every time no matter what you said

Treats your rare spoken words like poetry.

"Your voice... I could die happy now."

But if anyone dares try to ���make you speak,” he’s fury on legs

“If you wanted a conversation, you should’ve kept your tongue attached.”

Elegant fury. Fires the first kick. Lights a cigarette after the last one drops

Thinks your silence adds to your mystique and honestly simps hard for it

“They don’t need to talk, idiot. They’re already unforgettable.”

🛠️ Usopp

Understands your selective mutism right away—relates through his own anxiety

Never makes it a big deal, just accepts it as part of who you are

Acts as your unofficial hype man 24/7

Narrates your silence like it’s legendary

“My friend here? Silent assassin. Writes poetry. Could kill you in three moves. Show some respect.”

Gets so excited whenever you whisper to him

“THEY SAID SOMETHING TO ME. PERSONALLY. ME.”

Makes little gadgets to help you communicate—flip signs, buttons, visual cues

If anyone mocks or pressures you to speak, he steps up immediately

Starts going off in a fiery, ridiculous, clearly-exaggerated monologue about how you’re a silent warrior who once stared down a sea king until it cried.

“You’re really gonna push someone who could take you out with one look?”

Absolutely nervous but still defends you—protective even when shaking

Later brags about it like he was chill the whole time

Thinks your silence is mysterious, heroic, and honestly? Very cool

🍊 Nami

Notices your mutism instantly and adjusts without missing a beat

Communicates with subtle cues: touch, eye contact, quiet words

Always leans in when you whisper, gives you her full attention

Becomes your translator in crowds, sharp and effective

“They said back off. Before I make you.”

If someone tries to force you to talk, she doesn’t hold back

Fights with sass, smarts, and no mercy—protects you because you’re strong, not in spite of it

Never treats you like a problem to fix

Calls your mutism a boundary, not a flaw

Gets genuinely touched when you whisper something soft to her

“Only the right people get to hear that voice.”

Thinks you’re powerful in your silence—deadly, beautiful, and fierce

📚 Robin

Understands without needing it explained—she’s lived through silence herself

Views your selective mutism as deliberate, powerful, elegant

You’re not “mute” to her—you’re discerning. And that makes you brilliant in her book.

She’s very observant.

Not only does she notice the exact kinds of situations that make you shut down, she preemptively handles them.

Like casually standing next to you in crowds. Leaning in so you can whisper without stress. Ordering your drink without being asked.

You two become silent duo queens, communicating entire conversations with eye contact and head tilts

But when you’re surrounded, alone, and pirates are sneering in your face?

One of them laughs, “They mute or just stupid?”

Six arms bloom from the stone walls and grab all of them by the throat.

Robin walks up, smiling politely.

“It seems you’re the stupid ones.”

She looks to you and tilts her head.

“Would you like me to break their arms or their egos?”

You murmur a single word

“Egos.”

She smiles wider.

Later, you slip her a note with a tiny sketch of her stepping on the pirate’s face. She folds it into her book like a pressed flower.

🔧 Franky

Thought you were just “cool and mysterious” at first—didn’t realize your silence was tied to selective mutism

When he does figure it out? Immediate SUPER™ respect

Doesn’t try to make you talk—just makes sure you always feel welcome in the workshop

Builds you custom tools or a gadget to help if you want to communicate in crowded places—only if you’re into it

“You don’t gotta say a thing, dude. You just being here is already awesome!”

Treats your rare spoken words like a backstage VIP pass

Will absolutely body block anyone who corners you or tries to force you to speak

If someone mocks you? Cue cyborg intimidation mode

“Real strength ain’t about talkin’. It’s about doin’. And you? You’ve got that in spades.”

Loves hearing you whisper in his ear in public.

Instantly salutes.

“COMMAND RECEIVED!!”

Thinks your silence adds mystery and badassery—he’s kind of obsessed tbh

“You’re like… like a silent laser beam! Precise! Lethal! SUPER!!”

🌊 Jinbe

Understands immediately—doesn’t need an explanation

Has deep emotional intelligence and respects boundaries like a king

Offers quiet companionship when you need it, never pressuring conversation

Has an entire repertoire of gentle nods and thoughtful glances for when words aren’t needed

If you whisper to him, he leans in with the patience of a mountain

“You do not need to speak to be heard.”

Would stand calmly beside you if you're being antagonized—silent, unmoving, radiating “Try me.” energy

If someone pushes you to talk? He won’t raise his voice—but he will command the entire room’s attention

“If your ears are so desperate for sound, perhaps you should listen to your own foolishness.”

He believes your silence holds weight—calls it “the stillness before a wave”

Deeply respects how you fight without words—calls it “an elegant form of strength”

Makes sure the crew understands your boundaries without ever making a fuss of it

Absolute guardian energy, with the soul of a poet

🎻 Brook

Surprisingly intuitive about your silence despite being loud himself

Doesn’t ask invasive questions—just rolls with it, happily filling silences with songs or stories

Makes gentle jokes to ease tension but always watches your cues

“Ah, you didn’t laugh out loud, but I saw that smile! Yohohoho!”

If you whisper something in public? Dramatic swoon every time

“A private word?! For me?! Oh my heart—wait, I don’t have one!! Yohoho!”

He absolutely writes songs about you—like full orchestral ballads of silent bravery

Believes your silence is poetic and meaningful

“Some voices are loudest without sound.”

If someone antagonizes you? Brook’s polite tone goes cold

“Your disrespect will not go unnoticed, even by one without eyes.”

cue chill-inducing violin chord

Protects you through unexpected intimidation—he’s goofy until he isn’t

Thinks your energy is ghostly and powerful in a way he deeply respects

Refers to you as “the whisper between storms” in one of his songs

🧸 Chopper

Soooo gentle and sweet with you from day one

Was nervous at first like

“Did I do something wrong? Why don’t they talk to me?”

But once he understands, he’s all in: brings you tea, sits nearby while you write, never pressures you

“You don’t have to talk. I still know you like me, right?”

Will make you little cue cards or cute picture communication tools if you want help in public

If you whisper to him, he melts.

“AHHH THEY TALKED TO ME! I MEAN—I’M COOL. I’M NORMAL.”

If someone bullies you or gets pushy?

Normally sweet Chopper goes feral mode

“BACK OFF! YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE HOW THEY TALK!”

Will patch you up after fights and praise how you held your own, even without words

“You’re one of the strongest people I know… You don’t even need a voice to be amazing!”

Lowkey keeps a medical log of when you speak or interact more—only to make sure you’re doing okay mentally

Feels extra close to you because you both were misunderstood at first

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You were only gone five minutes.

Five minutes to run down the street and grab new ink, maybe peek into the bookstore. Five minutes away from the crew.

Apparently, that was enough.

They came out of nowhere—half a dozen rough-looking pirates, loud and posturing. One of them stepped in front of you as you turned to leave.

"Oi, sweetheart. Why so quiet?"

You didn’t respond.

"Too good to talk to us?" "Or maybe you think you're better?" "C’mon, just say hi." "We don’t bite… much.”

They leaned in. Circling. Testing.

You stared them down, face flat, spine straight, hand hovering near your weapon—but still, you said nothing. You didn’t owe them a damn word.

And that’s when the sound of boots hit the street behind you.

Not loud. Not rushed. But deliberate.

Zoro was the first. Leaning against the alley wall like he’d been there the whole time. He didn’t draw a sword. He didn’t need to.

Sanji stepped up next, cracking his knuckles with a smile that didn't touch his eyes. Smoke curled from the edge of his lips.

Nami lingered behind them, arms crossed, watching. Sharp gaze narrowed. Robin’s shadow moved just beside hers—subtle, but present. You could feel it.

And then there was Luffy.

No drama. No yelling. He just appeared beside you, hands in his pockets, staring straight at the loudest one.

They all paused, instincts kicking in. A shift in the air.

“…This your crew?” one of them asked, voice suddenly less cocky.

You leaned in close to Luffy’s ear, barely a breath.

"I didn’t need help."

He grinned. "I know."

Silence again. Until he tilted his head, smile gone now.

"I just didn’t like the way they talked to you."

That was it.

That was all it took.

The men backed off. Fast. No fight. Just the weight of the crew’s presence and Luffy’s quiet fury pressing down on them like a stormcloud. They knew better.

As they vanished down the street, Luffy turned to you, still smiling—loose and easy like nothing had happened.

You sighed and bumped your shoulder against his in thanks. He bumped back.

Zoro huffed a quiet breath, like he’d been hoping for action. Sanji smoothed his jacket, still glaring at the retreating pirates. Chopper poked your arm, worried, but you just gave him a nod.

The crew didn’t make a big deal of it.

No lectures. No questions.

Just a warm space carved out around you.

Safe. Quiet. Yours.

Because you didn’t need words for them to hear you.

And they didn’t need words to say “We’ve got your back.”

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[fishsticksloser]

Just…talking this out.

I'd love to see a situation where Leo hangs out with a best friend of his and starts developing big feelings. He wouldn't know what these feelings were, testing simple things like hugs and hand holding with his other friend, April, to see if it's just an internal 'glitch' or something common.

Obviously, the reaction wouldn't work with April. Thus, he'd get to a point where he realizes he, of all people, is absolutely smitten with his best friend and begins unintentionally pursuing them (perhaps letting his hugs last a little longer than normal, kissing their knuckles occasionally in passing, leaning a tad bit closer to their face during each conversation…eventually to encase them against a wall on a rooftop, shielding them from the ongoing evening rain, finally and confidently uttering his confession).

Y'know…just…brain worms.

Close to You

Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: confessions, struggling with feelings, kissing, swearing

A/N: mmmm just brain worms? Let me eat them /silly.... Actually, can I use them to make a brain worm farm?

Something was off. He couldn't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your laugh, your touch. He often zoned out, thinking about you.

This is getting out of hand....

Sitting next to you, watching Jupiter Jim since you've never seen it. Feeling your arm brush his as you get comfortable, sparks flying over his skin. Leo glances at you, his heart pounding in his chest. He finds himself looking at your lips, wondering what they feel like against his.

He blinks, quickly looking away. People don't normally feel that way with friends, right?

He didn't understand what he was feeling. He decided to test it out. April. The perfect friend, always willing to help.

He definitely didn't explain or ask, but he knew if April knew it might skew results. Leo was getting scientific, something he didn't really understand. But it has to be done.

During a movie night you couldn't attend, he sat next to April, leaning against her and snuggling as he normally did with anyone he sat next to. Throughout the movie, his glances to her were seldom, mostly when she'd shift to get more comfortable or made a comment. Her arm bumped his and he felt nothing, he had no desire to get closer, no desire to touch her more.

That night he went to bed more confused, deciding to tell April about it later. Maybe she'd have some insight on what's going on with him. And of course she did.

Crush.

That was the simple word that echoed in his head as he went home.

Crush.

He shakes his head, trying to knock that one word out of his head.

There's no way...

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

As time went on, he couldn't help himself. Leo would touch you, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, cuddling with you during movie nights. He wanted to be close, he wanted to get closer.

He'd noticed your blush, the way you'd cover your face at times. It made him need it more. He had to see more.

When you two were alone in his room, he'd let you rest against him. Sitting between his legs, your back against his plastron. It became a norm. So did his fingers tracing over your skin.

You're so soft...

He nuzzles your jaw, making you tilt your head to the side. His heart pounds in his chest as he presses his beak to your neck.

You smell so good...

Eventually he decides he has to tell you. He can't do it anymore, he can't stand it. It itches, it's hard to not just spill it. Not blurt it out the moment he sees you.

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He had his jacket around you, your back pressed against his plastron. The pitter patter of rain, the feeling of the rain against his skin, the feeling of you in his embrace. Everything felt perfect.

Leo nuzzles your temple as you look over the city skyline. He sways slightly, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his arms wrapped around you. He takes a deep breath, basking in the moment.

"You're so warm." You hum, pressing back against him more. He churrs softly, burying his beak in your hair. You tilt your head back, laying it on the top edge of his plastron. "This is quite the view..."

"Kinda romantic, huh?" He teases, chuffing into your hair. Leo hugs you a bit tighter, feeling nervousness seep in.

"Perfect for a little date." You muse back, reaching up to rub his arm comfortingly. You watch the cars on the street, basking in Leo's warmth.

"I... Really like being with you." He murmurs, moving his arms as you turn around to face him.

"Don't tell me you're getting all mushy." The teasing words have him blushing, playfully pushing you away.

"Me? Mushy?" Leo laughs, trying to hide the big grin on his face with an eyeroll. You laugh back, letting him pull you back against him. His laughter dies a little, but still smiling widely. "I'm serious though... I love being with you... I.... I've realized some things recently..."

You listen intently, seeing the nervousness written all of his face. His grip on our waist tightened a little, taking a deep breath.

"I... Have a massive fucking crush on you..." He whispers finally, closing his eyes as if he was scared of your reaction.

"Really?" You gasp, making him open his eyes. The look on your face, you weren't repulsed like he'd thought you would be. He couldn't help himself any longer, leaning down as he cupped your cheek.

"Really..." He chuffs, pressing his lips to yours, sealing the confession with a sweet kiss.

[khaire-traveler]

⚔️ Subtle Ares Worship 💥

Learning about self-defense (includes carrying a self-protection weapon)

Listening to or writing slam poetry

Wearing jewelry that reminds you of him

Making a list of your personal strengths and things you're proud of

Writing letters (that you will never send) to people who've hurt you and burning them

Exercising, if possible; get some movement throughout the day

Dancing, especially to music that brings out your passion, anger, or rebellious side

Supporting local activists or online activism for causes you believe in; support human rights or humanitarian organizations

Expressing yourself the way you want to physically (this can include little things, such as wearing a certain bracelet or putting on a scent)

Allowing yourself to express your anger and upset; sit with and feel your feelings

Keeping a picture of him in your wallet

Playing combat-based video games

Watching combat-based shows

Having a candle that reminds you of him (no altar required)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Having rose, horse, spear, soldier, or boar imagery around )

Have a stuffed animal horse, boar, vulture, or dog

Place motivational/affirmational notes somewhere you'll see them

Wearing bold colors, such as red or maroon (these colors are UPG; what do you associate with Ares? Wear those!)

Learning how to box or wrestle (a punching bag tends to be helpful)

Engaging with your personal passions

If you have dogs, playing with them

Volunteer at a homeless or animal shelter

Support local veterans; donate to veteran-supporting organizations

Be considerate towards veterans nearby (don't light fireworks in neighborhoods, don't fire weapons in neighborhoods, don't bring up their time fighting without them prompting it, etc.)

Stand up for yourself and others

Assert your boundaries; learn what your boundaries are

Be forgiving to an extent; do not let others continue to wrong you over and over again; learn to let them go and cut them off if possible

Learn about healthy conflict resolution skills; implement them into your life

Own a spear or a sword, and learn how to use it correctly because why the fuck not

Take a walk/hike outside, preferably during the day

Play a sport

Share your passions with others c:

Carry a protective charm with you

Prioritize your own well-being; take care of yourself first, then others when you're able

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May add more later! This is just a basic list of some discreet ways to worship Ares. Hope y'all enjoy, and take care! ❤️

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DP December ⚔️🎪

WC: ~1.6k Warnings: NSFW, Mihawk x f!Reader x Buggy, insertion sex, double penetration (vaginal and anal) - reader receiving, some degrading talk, reader is called a "slut," hair pulling, vaginal fingering, anal fingering kinda, mention of anal sex - m receiving

DP December tag

“C’mon, you can take another finger, right?” Buggy’s voice was right against your ear, teasing and taunting you just like his two fingers digging into your pretty cunt. “There’s still some space, isn’t there?”

You whined as he prodded your insides and described how fucking wet you were. How his fingers could slip in so far. Buggy told you that he could feel you dripping. Even though you squeezed his fingers every time he spoke, your sweet pussy was still so pliable for him. You wanted more, didn’t you?

More - like he wasn’t also buried deep in your ass already. You were laid out on the pirate clown, with your back to his chest and your legs spread. And standing between your legs, watching this spectacle, was Dracule Mihawk. 

He stroked himself with every soft cry of pleasure that fell from your lips. Every small thrust from Buggy’s hips. Each drop that escaped your slit and trailed down. He was waiting oh so graciously, while Buggy prepared you to take both men at the same time.

Yet, when you didn’t respond to Buggy with words, Mihawk took your fluttering eyes and pathetic moans as an answer. Keeping his right hand wrapped around his cock, his other hand was free to add to your pleasure. He rapped Buggy’s busy hand, prompting the clown to detach at the wrist. The handless arm found a new spot to rest, crossing your torso, just under your tits. Meanwhile, his lonesome palm covered where his cock entered your body. The twisting fingers of his fingers created a wet noise that you found embarrassing.

Mihawk dragged his fingertips along the edge of your desire, collecting your arousal. Rather than the one extra addition Buggy would have slipped in, two of the swordsman’s long fingers made their way inside. Golden eyes were trained on your body succumbing to his handiwork. Your legs twitched, but stayed open. You fought against how your cunt pulsed. It couldn’t decide if it wanted to push the intruders out or welcome them in. Or maybe it just wanted to know how much it had left to give.

Curling his fingers, Mihawk searched for your sweet spot. His knuckles pressed against Buggy’s fingers, which were doing their own thing. The clown was huffing in your ear as he rubbed his own cock through the thin wall in your body as he half-heartedly humped you from beneath.

A quirk of your eyebrows signaled the right location and Mihawk pressed into it. His nimble fingertips rubbed up and down while his thumb came up to your clit. He squeezed and released, almost as if he was trying to bring his thumb and fingers together. Mihawk’s rhythm matched the movement of his other hand. It complimented Buggy’s struggle. It gave you barely enough time to breathe.

“Oh fuck, s’tight,” Buggy cried out.

At that comment, Mihawk removed his hand. He yanked out Buggy’s and tossed it aside without a care. Just as your body registered the abandonment, you were filled in one swift movement when Mihawk plunged himself inside your gaping cunt.

Buggy’s arm kept you in place, despite your body’s need to curl inward. Similar to the need to add pressure to an injury, you wanted to constrict everything. There was no pain, though. Just pleasure that you didn’t know you wanted. You felt so utterly complete, so filled, as you came on both men.

“That’s it, you little slut,” Mihawk cooed. His hands kneaded your thighs, digging into the meat enough for even his short nails to leave reminders.

He moved lazily, slowly sliding in and out of the involuntary massage. Buggy stayed still for longer.

“Fuckin’ star of the show, babe. Coming so fast, like that,” Buggy said against your temple. He ran his fingers through your damp hair before resting his hand on your head, his pinky on your hairline.

You enjoyed the constraint of their touch. Even as exposed as you were, as the two men took you, as they kept you in place - you felt safe.

“Oh yeah, keep relaxing. Your ass feels so good.” Buggy’s words stretched into groans as he started rolling his hips.

Because of the position, Buggy had to keep his movements smaller or slower. When his cadence threw off Mihawk’s, the snarled threats and promises of punishment were not the type of dirty talk Buggy enjoyed. Not so secretly to both of them, you enjoyed their pissy exchanges. Their heated words and incensed movements made your nipples hard and core ache. And any giggles that slipped out were rewarded with sweet offers to shut you up next.

Unfortunately for Buggy, slow and steady was not in his favor. Lost in the drag of his cock against you, he pulled out until his swollen head was kissing more than entering. Feeling your body flutter and grasp for him, Buggy pushed in roughly.

The angle, the timing, the eagerness - it all went against Mihawk’s plan and path. The blunt tip of Buggy’s dick slammed into the underside of Mihawk’s, before it jerked back into it’s parallel place. Your squeal of surprise was drowned out by Mihawk’s angry growl.

“Clown, watch yourself,” he snapped. The hand that had been bruising your thigh with affection was now in Buggy’s hair. A fistful of blue locks were pulled tightly, stopping short of Buggy needing to detach his head. “It was an accident. Calm down, Hawky,” Buggy rasped. His hips kept moving, his cock buried deep and deeper still.

Mihawk’s eyes flashed. “How can I calm down when you’re so fucking inexperienced? You’re annoying and pathetic, always talking and never shutting up.” Sharp tugs of Buggy’s hair and aggressive thrusts punctuated his feelings.

Your moans added to the heated ambience. The emotional pressure, the weight of their bravado, it was all so intense.

Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around Mihawk’s neck. His eyes glinted as they shifted between your half-lidded ones and Buggy’s wide-eyed expression. Then, with a barely restrained gasp, they fluttered. The gold turning hazy and shadowed.

“What’s that about talking too much?” Buggy’s hair ruffled softly as he shook himself free from the man’s mean grasp. 

An odd noise came from Mihawk’s throat. His fingers scrambled to find purchase. But no words came from his lips.

“I think someone likes having their ass toyed with,” Buggy sang in your ear, the words extra teasing because they weren’t directed at that particular someone. “Is that it, Hawky? Those are the fingers that were just in the cunt you’re fucking.”

Another strangled noise, followed by, “don’t.”

“What do you think, sweetie? Should I fingerfuck him? Or just keep teasing because I’m so inexperienced?” The warmth dropped at the end of the rhetoric questions, replaced with a chill bitterness.

Mihawk’s hand found a target. Tangling in whatever hair he could twist through his fingers, Mihawk pulled. Well, he tried to pull. Really, he clung on like it was a rope that could pull him from this pit of unabashed humiliation.

“Hawky,” you said gently, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of his drooped head.

“Don’t call me that…” The request was soft and low. Almost unnoticeable, an attempt to hide the rawness. 

“Mihawk,” you offered instead.

His head lifted upon hearing his name. You would never say it, but the greatest swordsman looked downright pitiful. Stuck in lust that was intent on dragging him into the depravity that he always dismissed and berated the clown for. Even you weren’t exempt from his harsh words and dominance. But now, those creased eyebrows seemed to beg for something different.

You pulled him closer, wanting him to feel his name on your lips. For him to have a taste of what he was afraid to ask for.

“What do you want, Mihawk?”

He groaned and you drank all of his delicious noises. And his answer. “I want to come, please.”

You nodded and held him tightly. Mihawk’s thrusts were growing erratic. His moans were becoming choked, constricted in a throat unaccustomed to begging.

With every gasp and pause in movement, each tremble of his lips, and high pitched whine, you wondered if it was because of you or Buggy. Was he turning into a mess because of how badly he wanted to fill your cunt? Or because of how tight you were, filled in both holes? Was it the feeling of another dick rubbing against his? Or the taunting touch from Buggy? Did he have both fingers inside? Or was Buggy still teasing him?

While your own excitement was building with these thoughts, it brought about Mihawk’s finish instead of yours. He gave into the growing tension in your body with a cry. 

The poor man was practically drooling into your mouth while he fucked through his orgasm, intent on burying every drop as deep as possible. Even when he was finished and pulling out, Mihawk stroked himself and wiped his leaking tip against your folds. All of it belonged to you.

Buggy hummed, thrilled with this performance. His hands had now found their way to your knees, hooked around the back of each and keeping you on display.

“Are you dripping? Felt like he came forever. So stuffed up, he probably needed that release…” Buggy low voice was as fast as the roll of his hips beneath you. “Fuck, I’m so close, my sweet star. Gonna fill you up too. Gonna make you beg for i-”

His promises were interrupted by a gasp. The stillness beneath you was reminiscent of prey trapped by a predator. And in this instance, you knew who was who.

Mihawk had pushed up one of Buggy’s legs before laying out his own promise. 

“Not yet, clown. It’s your turn to be toyed with.”

[leeldridgeauthor]

“I took the two ends and pulled them around her, twisting it the way I’d seen done.

“Is this too tight?” I asked when necessary. She always said no. It wrapped over her shoulders and around her middle, up between her breasts until I was satisfied. I then used the tie to her robe to bind her hands.

The ropes looked exquisite against her body. “How do you feel?” I asked.

“I’d always liked to be in control,” she said. “But allowing myself to let go with you makes me feel…free.”

I brought her lips to mine. “Good. I want to be that for you.”

I lifted her and brought her to the mirror I had in the corner. I turned her around, holding her hands above her head. “See how sexy you look?” I asked, needing her to see what I saw.

“I see how sexy you are,” she sassed.

I landed a hand on her aşş, and she yelped. “Seemed you needed a spanking.”

art by @cheesomancer

A Yulean Sisters Guide to Getting Married is a 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝔂, cozy, romantasy monster romance, available in Paperback, ebook, and KU!!

⚔️ fake engagement

⚔️ size difference

⚔️ swordplay as 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎

⚔️ 𝐵𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝑔𝑒

⚔️ grumpy/grumpy

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A fake engagement unites them…but is it enough to save them?


SORCHA

I’ve fought tooth and nail to enter the ranks of knighthood. I deserve to be there. But as a princess, the only place I’m allowed is the training yard.

That is until our enemy, Grand Clarak Zarios of Valcor, shows up with an opportunity to save the entire nation from someone in his court trying to dethrone him. It's just what I need to prove my worth.

The catch…I need to pretend to be his intended mate to do it. It begins to seem impossible, especially with new court rules to follow and a grumpy minotaur as a partner.

But this is my one chance, and I won’t let anything stand in my way.

ZARIOS

Everyday it feels as if all I’m doing is putting out fires. Between push back from my own people to traitors in my kingdom, it feels as though everyone is keen to see me fall.

It feels hopeless until I meet Sorcha Yulean, second in line for the throne. With her by my side, fake intended or not, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

This is my last chance to save my kingdom, and my crown, nothing can get in the way.
Not even my budding feelings for the princess.

A Yulean Sister’s Guide to Getting Married is a fantasy monster romance between a stubborn princess who wishes to be a knight and a grumpy minotaur finding love in a fake arrangement. This book is a standalone and does not need to be read in order! This book is spicy, low-angst, with a well deserved HEA!

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"...Rhodes? Where did he go..."

[austinbutlerslovers]

Feyd Fantasy Part 6

Label Mature 18+

Brazen Baron

Summary

Feyd Rautha has a massive coronation. Excitement fills the air as his people look forward to a better future for the planet improving beyond his uncles reign.

Feyd begins blurring all the lines of his Harkonnen heritage for you. Everything he has been raised to value crumbles when he’s in your presence. You give him everything he never knew he desired and his infatuation for you becomes even deeper. His Lord in waiting takes notice and fears for his sanity and rational thought.

Will his undying love for you make him a great ruler or a passive counterfeit?

⚠️ Hardcore Smut ⚠️

Semi public sex •coercion• Feyd Dom• female restrained for sex•clit play• resisting arousal•FeydSub• Feyd handcuffed for sex • Feyd collared for sex• Feyd crop whipped•multiple ejaculations•Feyd Bj •Feyd violent sex•Feyd forced to orgasm•multiple orgasms•multiple cream pies

Feyd Fantasy Series

Part 1• Part 2• Part 3• Part 4• Part 5• Part 6•Part 7

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⏳ Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️ 💝Not for my softies (mentions of violence)

Inspo: ⚔️Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️ Sex against a window Sex in the throne room Dom Feyd Sub Feyd Feyd wearing a collar Feyd being handcuffed for sex Feyd being whipped(with a crop!) Semi public sex Feyd graphic BJ Feyd willing to give up his kingdom for you Feyd gives up his kink (what?!)

(These requests are 🥵 🔥 )

Brazen Baron

It is the early morning of Feyd’s coronation. The military begin to fill the Fortress courtyard and allow in the people of Geidi Prime. Feyd feels the new emotion he’s come to favor, he feels elation as he opens his eyes. He can hear the chants of his name from the courtyard fortress just beneath his balcony. He trails his fingertips down your spine until he awakens you.

“Come bathe with me,” he says as you open your eyes.

You smile at him and stretch becoming more alert. You hear the chanting of his name from the courtyard below and quickly sit up “The crowd is cheering for your coronation!” You exclaim, he nods at you with a knowing smile.

You both hasten to wash your faces and cleanse your mouths before entering the decontamination chamber. He hugs you facing him as you stand together in the glowing green circle on the floor. It scans both of your bodies and a ring descends from above surrounding you both.

Starting at your feet it sprays rows of water and antimicrobial soap combined all the way to your neck stopping at Feyds shoulders. You both laugh at the height difference. He lathers the soap on his bare shoulders before taking his soapy hands and playfully pulling your face to kiss him.

His lips are so plush and soft you let him take over. He kisses you sensually as the ring sprays water around you both rinsing all of the soap from your bodies. When the chamber fills with hot air drying you off Feyd finally breaks the kiss.

He drops to his knees in worship of you. Holding your hips firm he presses his lips to your soft skin. He trails hot kisses from your navel all the way down to your pussy.

He is interrupted by a sudden sharp knock at his door. Feyd quickly stands and gets two robes placing one on you and then himself. You remain by the bed as he answers.

It is Feyds Lord in Waiting with several servants.

“Honor to you on Coronation Day Baron Feyd Rautha,” he says bowing. ”Here are the trusted servants that will help with your preparations for today,” several servants enter and begin attending to you both without hesitation.

They take Feyd to one side of the room and bring you to the basin room closing the door. You see the seamstress among the group holding a beautiful gown black gown. She presents it to you.

The dress is traditional Harkonnen black; floor length made of is a thin fabric covered in thousands of tiny black Giedi Prime crystals. It is one shouldered with a sheer cape and a slit. As you run the breathable fabric through your fingers you find the design fascinating.

“You will look marvelous in this today as you do in all of my creations.” She says pleasantly. The servants remove your robe at your shoulders stripping you bare, you cover yourself feeling immodest. The seamstress shoos them away and personally hands you your undergarments to put on for yourself.

The panties are a sheer black sheer shimmering fabric. They are so tiny when you pull them on. They expose your cheeks and you blush looking back in the mirror “Is this correct?” You ask the seamstress shyly.

“Ah yes, so the dreaded lines do not show yet you covered beneath, Baroness,” she says reassuringly.

The servants bring in a chair for you to sit. They begin tugging at your hair, slicking it back and pinning it with black Harkonnen treasury gemstones. Another servant begins preparing your face by applying pigmented colors to enhance your natural beauty. There is a knock at the door and a final servant brings you a plated meal to eat as the servants work around you.

After what seems like hours you are finally fitted into your dress. You turn and look in the mirror feeling so regal and confident. You smile, looking yourself over. The dark eye makeup and rouge lip enhancing your sultry, Harkonnen look. You nod feeling ready and they slide the doors open to the main chamber.

You see him first. Feyd is calm and collected wearing an all black royal leather coat over a high neck black top. His signet ring is on his pinky finger and the ascension stones of the Baron rest around his neck. He carry’s two weapons sheathed at his hip, a white short blade, and a black long sword. From your readings on his heritage you understand the black represents purity while the white represents poison.

They will present him with his Baron medallion on stage in-front of the populace, though he has already been instated to wear it. He finally looks over to you with a heavy blink of disbelief that makes you giggle.

You’ve actually never seen him so shocked about anything. A smile plays on his lips, knowing instantly that he has to have you in that dress. He is already calculating a way to be alone with you and have his way with your body before the ceremony even begins.

The Lord in Waiting claps his hands making the servants stop everything. “Lord Feyd Rautha shall we proceed to the Shrine room?“ he inquires.

Feyd nods to the Lord in Waiting and takes your arm exiting his chamber together. His advisors and page are waiting just outside to follow him in procession. You walk through the halls until you reach a set of grandiose stairs that lead to the top center front of the fortress. The highest tower, the Holy Shrine room.

Feyd releases your arm and eyes his page who immediately takes you to a separate area. Only men are permitted to enter the Shrine. The Page finds a bench for you to rest as you wait for Feyd to complete his ancestral duties.

Once they have ascended the stairs and enter the Holy Shrine, his twelve advisors gather around Feyd and kneel with their foreheads on the floor to him. The triangular room has two angled front walls completely made of glass which overlook the fortress courtyard far below.

The back wall is covered in shelves of relics and holy items. In the center of the room on a flat raised triangle platform is the sacred Harkonnen stone.

Centuries old, it is engraved with the first known instance of the Harkonnen crest. The name of every Baron and his reigning years are etched into its black reflective surface. The twelve advisors rise back to standing and leave his presence to allow him to speak with his ancestors.

Feyd is immediately drawn to the stone. Compelled to kneel down in front of it, his curiosity takes hold as he looks over all of the names etched into its jagged peaks. He passes over his uncle Vladimirs before finding his grandfather’s, Dmitri Harkonnen. He touches the stone tracing his finger along the letters of his name.

As if by force Feyd’s mind settles on a district memory he had locked away. It floods his mind entirely.

His brother Rabban returned to their home planet of Lankerville as a young man in command of Harkonnen troops. Rabban was under complete control of his uncle the Baron Vladimir by this time. He was there to prove his undying loyalty.

Their father was the governor of the planet and had not paid its taxes, instead defying the Baron and using the money to help the poor. When their father tried to explain the reasoning for his actions, Rabban flew into a blind rage over his disobedience to the Baron and strangled their own father, Abulurd Rabban, to death.

Feyd releases his finger from the stone feeling the course of evil run through his body. He realizes his entire family is corrupt and his very blood has been poisoned with murder and greed for centuries. Including his own unspeakable atrocities.

He unsheathes his swords crossing them in an X. With his arms out stretched he bows his head and salutes them in the way of the sun and the old manner. He replaces them back into their holsters and rises up understanding what he is and what he has descended from.

Sacred

You look up when Feyds twelve advisors and his Lord in Waiting walk past you to take their places at the ceremony in the courtyard. They eye you warily. Feyd Rautha would not dare bring a female into the Holy Shrine. Though they see you have captivated him they believe he would never bring such terrible omen over his reign as Baron.

Feyd steps out of the Shrine and calls down to his Page, “Bring her to me,” he commands. The Pages eyes widen in shock, knowing what Feyd is asking, but does as he’s told. He finds you where he left you seated. “My Lord Feyd Rautha requests your presence at this time,” he says in fear.

You walk down the corridor to the stairs. Feyd steps down to collect you, helping you advance each step until you reach the top. He opens the shrine doors and you enter together as he seals it shut. His Page falls to the floor chanting forgiveness over his Barons sacrilege.

The Shrine is beautiful inside the walls and floors are completely black, reflective and slick like oil. A large jagged black stone etched in names rests on a white raised triangular shaped platform in the center of the room.

As you look more intently at the stone an uneasiness forms in your mind and you know you should not be in this place. You turn to Feyd to leave but he is standing in front of several skulls lined up in a showcase. He stares at them with a fierce intensity

He finally looks to you, gesturing you to come. As you approach him you glance over all the rows of ancient stones, knives, relics, gemstones and artifacts displayed in the shelving of the hallowed walls.

When you are beside him he points to a skull “The remnants of Leto Atreides, Duke of the greatest enemy of the Harkonnens for centuries. I thought I would feel it a great honor to see this and the skull of his son Paul missing beside it, but instead I feel nothing. The hatred is long gone once they are vanquished. I see now that only bones are what remain.”

You have no word for him as you watch how he gazes into the empty eye sockets of what once was the Atreides Duke. The growing chants of the large crowd below finally reach the shrine room drawing you both to the front glass windows. As you peer down, you realize just how high up you are.

There are rows and rows, of thousands of soldiers surrounding a square stage with the Harkonnen crest.

Feyd seeing the anxiety forming on your face removes his blade scabbard placing it on an ottoman. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You place your hands on his as he presses his face to yours. He calms your rising nerves caressing your hands with his thumbs as you stare into a crowd so large.

He finds something familiar to distract you and points.

“Look there are my advisors and the Lord in Waiting and look at Rabban!” He laughs seeing his brothers face full of pride at the base of the stage waiting for him.

He presses a kiss to your temple seeing a smile form across your lips. You are everything to him he would forgo all of this if you asked him to. Instead you encourage his lust for power at every instance.

“Feyd look there at the fortress gates, see how your people call for you.” He looks into the large crowd of people being held back by rows of guards. They chant and scream for him. You look over your shoulder at him. “Are you nervous?” You ask, feeling the weight second hand.

He presses a kiss to your cheek. “I was raised to do this I feel nothing but honor.” His hands trail your bodice as an idea returns to his mind. He’s going to fuck you, here, in the shrine room over looking everyone gathered for his coronation.

You start to feel his kisses lower onto your neck, gently at first until he begins licking and sucking against your throat raising love marks.

He can’t get enough of you. Even now in this, the Holiest Shrine of his ancestors. He wants to defile you in every way. He desires you more than anything his planet has to offer. You feel his lips form a wicked grin against your neck.

He quickly hoists your gown up exposing your lower half and presses your chest to the glass. His right hand moves to your core pressing his fingers onto your clothed clit.

You gasp at the feeling and try to remove his hand. The sacrilege of having sex in a shrine room above hundreds of thousands terrifies you.

Feyd grabs both of your wrists pinning them behind your back preventing you from taking away his pleasure.

He resumes rubbing deeply against the fabric covering your pussy. "Feyd, there are thousands of people below, someone will see us! This room is scared you will be committing sacrilege!" You pant, becoming weak with anxiety trying to make him rationalize.

You pull your wrists in his grip trying to break free but it is impossible. He is twice as strong and easily keeps your hands pinned to your back. Your struggling excites him and you feel his erect cock press against the back of your bare thigh. You know he is going to overtake you and have his way.

He lowly rasps in your ear "Don't worry they can't see us.....but I wouldn't mind fucking you infront of thousands just so everyone knows who you belong to as you make those pretty sounds for me.” His words make you weak.

He pulls your panties to the side that cling because you are so wet. He pushes his two fingers deeply into you, all the way to his knuckles, you gasp in pleasure.

He begins pulling them in and out against your tight walls massaging you internally. The exact sounds that he likes, that drive him feral, fall from your lips. It makes his cock twitch in anticipation.

“Just like that Baroness, keep making those pretty sounds for me,“ he rasps as he kisses up your neck with wild fervor. He fingers you faster and harder until your moans are unending. His knuckles wetly smack against your folds as you come undone from pure anxiety and arousal. You orgasm on his fingers soaking through your panties and trembling as you come down from the euphoric release.

You feel the way he still grips your wrists tightly in his strong hand. He has you trapped. He hasn’t yet desecrated you in the Holy Shrine room, there is still time to stop him.

He slips his fingers from your entrance and you twist your wrists hard to escape. He only holds a tighter grip and presses your chest back to the glass. He takes a step back and sucks your arousal from his fingers. “Feyd please,” you beg, “I have read the books on your ancient ways, what we are doing is a bad omen, please.”

The sound of your thin panties being ripped from your body renders you senseless. You are like a piece of porcelain to him. He could easily break you if he wanted, tear you into pieces while he fucks you in this shrine, but he won't. He loves you, even if he doesn't show it with words he proves it with actions.

He presses his fingers into your wet folds and you squirm as he starts to rub his fingers through them. He wants to make you impossibly wetter, preparing you for his cock. Your resolve grows weaker when he reaches between your legs and swirls his fingertips around your now swollen clit. Your mind goes empty, unable to form a thought. He takes control and you give in to him completely.

Feyd feels you stop resisting and accept his touch. He savors the fact he’s dominated you into submission. Now he wants to taunt you into an orgasm and completely break your mind to his will. “You are like a pleasure slave Baroness letting me fuck you against a window in the Holy Shrine.” He pinches your clit as punishment making you moan as you arch your back.

He smiles as he unclasps and frees his pale cock.

He slips his pink, throbbing tip up and down through your soaked folds, coating it in your arousal to ease his penetration. “You are practically dripping Baroness. Who knew you were such a concubine to please my cock” he says mockingly. You let out a small whimper of shame.

He gets aroused with how easily he can break you with just his words, your body is primed for him. He holds you steady with his free hand on your waist and thrusts into you burying deep all the way until his hips press your thighs. You moan loudly from the penetration of his cock and he begins to fuck you hard against the glass window.

He pulls your wrists back towards him and the leverage allows him to plow even deeper. You look out of the window into the dizzying crowd your moans unending as he thrusts in and out of you as your vision goes fuzzy. You are going into shock mentally and physically. Feyd is so insatiable for you he no longer has rational thought. You don’t understand why he has to have sex here of all places, he is cursing himself.

He thrusts into you feeling limitless. He has defiled you on the sacred meeting hall table, in the pools of purity, and now the Holiest Shrine. He is elated, fucking into you with wild abandon. His hips clapping into you until they stutter.

He cums powerfully, thrusting harder until the heat of his seed fills your core and you both moan. He frees your hands to take hold of your waist pulling his hips back until his heavy cock slips out of you. He is elated and gasping as he puts his cock away with a smile.

You slide your dress down your hips and collect your panties as he fastens his sword scabbard onto his trim waist. He turns you to him and pulls you close. His breathing is labored as he kisses you.

He extends his hand for the panties you hold in yours “Give them to me I want them during the ceremony” he demands. You shyly hand them to him smiling in amusement as he tucks them in his inner breast pocket.

The sound of the crowd is growing even louder. “Come” he says excitedly taking your hand he knows it is time for him to begin the ceremony

The Lord in waiting returns to collect Feyd, he is taking longer than expected and the crowd is at a fever pitch. He sees you with Feyd who is smiling. Feyd plants a kiss on your lips as you walk away together from the stairs at the base of the shrine.

“What have you done!” The Lord in Waiting yells and falls to his knees saluting in the way of the old mannor. He is shocked beyond belief knowing Feyd Rautha has already allowed you into the Holy Shrine.

The Lord in Waiting feels the rising bitterness of disappointment putting his faith in what he thought was such a promising young Baron. He rises as Feyd Rautha approaches with you holding his arm. “My Baron! Do you not realize the grave mistake you have just made? And on your coronation day! A female in the shrine room!….” His disgust and loathing apparent as he says the word ‘female.”’staring you down. He sees his Barons lust for you has completely contaminated his mind.

Feyd takes his attention back. “Get to the stage and present the Baron Medallion. My bloodline is already cursed enough it can not be made worse.” He snaps.

The Lord in waiting is stunned by his Baron’s callous insolence. One moment rallying his council with honor and tradition the next defiling their very belief system. He realizes Feyd Rautha cares for his own interests above all.

The Lord in Waiting watches as you pass him with Feyd. Your garments swish as you walk seductively, holding Feyd’s arm. Your chin is lifted in complete confidence. He understands then that Feyd Rautha never broke you, but that it is the other way around. The late Baron Vladimir was right all along you are corrupting Feyd Rautha to his very core.

He can tell no one of this matter until they replace him. Even then it will be sealed by his lips. No one can know that a female holds any sort of power over a ruling Harkonnen.

Baron Feyd Rauthas Coronation

Feyd Rautha walks the long procession to the center stage lined by rows and rows of his massive army. The crowd cheers in jubilation as he nears the platform. Feyds hands are clasped behind his back. He nods to his brother, Rabban, and ascends to the podium.

The crowd erupts into raucous adulation at seeing their new, young and strong leader. Feyd stands center stage and unsheathes his sword, raising it to the air.

They all begin to chant his name in unison. The Lord in Waiting approaches Feyd with an advisor holding a black chest. Feyd sheaths his sword as the advisor hinges it open. Inside rests the silver Baron medallion bearing the Harkonnen crest.

The Lord in Waiting, unable to meet his new Baron’s strong gaze, brings the medallion to Feyd Rautha’s chest, pinning it in place. He steps back as he and the advisors bow in reverence. All of the soldiers cross their hands over their chests in an X then raise them above their heads in a salute. They pledge their undying loyalty to their new Baron. Fireworks begin erupting across the sky all over the capital as the crowd erupts into wild cheers.

You watch him from afar in adulation. Females are not allowed anywhere near the coronation space. You view his ceremony from a court balcony using binoculars. You sit with the wives of other delegates and interplanetary leaders.

As you see all of the power he commands you cannot help but be aroused by him. Knowing your panties are tucked in his breast pocket because he wanted you on that stage makes you bite your lip trying to contain your lust. You desire him greatly.

You cannot wait to spoil him with the depravity he craves tonight. You wonder if all men of power have this strange complex. God, commanding and powerful on the outside, submissive to be tortured on the inside.

Feyd yearns to be hurt; he loves pain. Tonight you want to hear him beg for mercy. You want to hear him say the words to make the pain stop as he yells ‘red door’ in his greatest moment of agony.

Bene Gesserit

You awaken in the morning and stretch as the room fills with early light. Feyd’s celebration lasted well into the night with lively entertainment and festivities. Your clothing is strewn across the room; wrist restraints are at the foot of the bed.

You look over to Feyd and see he’s still wearing a leather collar with a leash. You smile as you watch him peacefully sleeping. He is always up before you which means you successfully exhausted him.

Wearing the collar makes him look sexually submissive. As he swallows his throat presses against the leather strap, it must be uncomfortable.

You straddle his abs and begin to release the buckle to free his neck. He grabs your wrist with his eyes closed “leave it on” he commands. You just pinch his chin and release the buckle freeing him of the restraint.

You climb off of him to begin getting dressed. “Where are you going?” he reaches his hand to pull you back into bed but you elude him. He sits up and throws back the sheet exposing his injured thighs as he rests on the edge of the bed.

It makes your stomach pull tight in regret as you kneel down and soothe his wounds. You plant a kiss next to each one. His marks are red with dried blood.

You remember exactly how he was injured:

During the coronation party you asked him back to his chambers. You had a naughty look in your eye that he couldn’t resist. He eagerly followed you, leaving his own celebration as Baron.

As soon as you entered his chamber, he tried to claim you. But you pushed him back and commanded him to strip. When he was naked you picked up a leather braided riding crop from the sex toy table. You commanded him to sit pointing the crop to a chair placed at the foot of the bed.

He rested back against the chair as he stared at you spreading his legs wide to tantalize you with his free standing cock. Your eyes were transfixed until you remembered your task. You collected the interlocking links and approached him. “Restrain yourself. I don’t trust you know how to behave, Feyd Rautha” you commanded him with a smile.

He smiled back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You quickly handed him the interlocking links, keeping your distance so he couldn’t overpower you. He obediently cuffed his hands behind his back.

You stripped bare and his eyes lidded in attraction for you. As you came to stand between his parted legs you kneeled down and began to suck his cock. He gasped as you instantly satisfied his desire and enjoyed being restrained as you pleased him.

You released his cock from your mouth before he came. You stood and leaned in to kiss him and he tasted himself on your tongue. You leaned up with your breasts directly in his face. He tried to reach and lick your nipple into his mouth, but you took a step back.

You chastised him for misbehaving and he grinned. “I will collar you now because you are so unwilling to behave, Feyd,” you said with a mocked angry tone. His eyes tried to follow your movements as you walked past him to his kink closet, You picked out the largest of four collars.

You straddled his lap trapping his cock between your navals and placed the collar on him. He groaned when you pulled the leather tight. It suited him well.

As you stepped back from him with the leash in your hand he sexily glared up at you. While wearing the collar with his hands restrained he was unable to overtake you. But his lustful thoughts of the ways he wanted destroy you radiated from his eyes. Your arousal increased and you become wetter.

The urge to ride him then almost over took your mind. But instead you calmed your lust and tortured him first, knowing what he liked. You made him try and lick your nipple in front of his face again, this time pulling the leash taunt choking him back as he tried.

Each time he failed you hurled insults at him. “How can a man so powerful be so weak,” was the one that softened the ferocity in his eyes.

Once you broke him down mentally you began the physical. You lightly snapped the riding crop against his most vulnerable spots. Between his shoulder blades, across his abs, but the thighs were his favorite. That elicited the most depraved groans from his throat.

You repeatedly snapped the riding crop to either side of his inner thighs until they were blistering red. “More!” he growled at you. He yearned to be injured. But seeing his thighs begin to bleed you refused.

You had even more torture in store but a spark of sadness and even pity welled up in you. He was so sexually depraved and you didn’t have the will to hurt him any more. He was just too beautiful to mutilate any further. You stood between his parted legs as he stared up at you with his striking blue eyes pleading for more.

You caressed his temple, probing to see if instead of calming energy you could use your own prana nervature to induce pain without harming his perfect body. You wanted to give him what he desired even if it meant excruciating agony.

As you sent the energy into his mind he winced and then his face slowly changed from discomfort to torment. His brows knitted as his jaw slacked. All the muscles began to show prominently across his body as he tried to adjust from the pain.

His cock became so hard the tip turned from pink to red. His breaths began shuddering and his body tensed as if he were having an orgasm. When you increased the pain even more he began leaking precum. He deeply groaned though his clenched teeth in pleasure.

You couldn’t help yourself as you climbed on his lap and impaled yourself down on his painfully hard cock. You kept your fingertips pressed to his temple and used him mercilessly for your own pleasure, riding his cock while delving out the worst pain imaginable into his mind. He came twice, one ejaculation right after the other. “You’re … a ….Bene Gesserit!“ he finally said through clenched teeth as he struggled.

He gasped as you intensified his pain even more. He came a third time, but had little semen left to give as you orgasmed.

He was trembling and his eyes were welling with tears. He gritted his teeth until they clicked. He was withstanding pain that was beyond human capacity to endure.

“Tell me you’ve had enough Feyd.” you whispered against his ear.

You knew it was time to withdraw, but he wouldn’t say the words. You increased the intensity of the pain to its strongest.

His mouth fell open as he strained, seemingly unable to breathe. He gasped as if he couldn’t enough get air into his lungs.

He was struggling almost unable to even say the words as he used the last of his strength to yell “Red….Door!” to make it all stop.

You released him from the pain instantly and he fell forward gasping against your chest as his warm tears leaked on your breast.

He was shuddering as he looked up to you with his wrecked out eyes and tear streaked face. He tried to say words but he couldn’t form a single one. You rendered him dumb from the intensity of so much pain. He must’ve felt like he met his death.

With his energy fading and his inability to speak, he rested his head back to your chest. His eyes were closing in exhaustion having had his deepest yearning fulfilled. When you caressed his face, he had recoiled in fear before allowing your soothing touch. You smiled at him then nothing would ever compare.

Now, he looks at you with worshipful eyes, knowing in an instant you can inflict upon him such painful agony. You stand after checking his wounds and he quickly pulls you to him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

He plants kisses between your breasts at your heart, inhaling your scent rubbing his face against you.

He is obsessed, craving anything you will give him. He trails his hands down your curves. He knows he should get dressed but he can’t break himself away from you.

There is a sudden knock at the door and it fills him with rage to be so interrupted. He has so many unanswered questions for you. Questions that are only second to the desire to bed you before he leaves.

“Feyd I will be here later, you are Baron now your people need you,” you smile at his neediness and caress your hand over his head onto his neck.

He feels the honor of now ruling several planets, but you are his main desire. He closes his eyes as he plants more kisses between your breasts with every intention to fulfill his need.

His page, relays the message through the door “m’Lord, the spice harvesters are being destroyed in an orchestrated attack on Arrakis. You are needed to address these urgent matters in the strategy hall at once.”

You turn from Feyd as he growls. You quickly get dressed, sensing he will bed you if you stay close to him in this confined space any longer. The hunger in his hypnotic blue eyes is too desperate. You leave his chambers without even saying goodbye. He is psychotic and sexually vulnerable, you need him to focus and be a great leader for the future heir you carry in your womb.

War on Arrakis

After several hours Feyd’s page finally locates you in the medical wing. He comes scrambling in as you are speaking with your Doulah. “M’lady the Baron requests your presence in the throne room at once,” he says out of breath. He had been searching everywhere for you in the fortress to appease his angered Baron.

Feyd Rautha had been crazed in the strategy hall during the morning meeting. With his advisors and military strategists present he flew into a rage. He received confirmation from his brother back on Arrakis there was indeed a rebel leader named Muad’Dib, with an enormous army of Fremen hiding in the desert.

Rabban, wanting to impress his brother as the new Baron trailed the Fremen who had destroyed the spice harvesters. His ornithopter was loaded with several soldiers, as they tracked the Fremen into the nearest rock formation.

As he landed, a small sand storm had begun. He exited the craft with his men and they were ambushed in the low visibility. The Fremen attacked the Harkonnen soldiers with inherent skill for desert combat.

Rabban locked eyes with their leader and knew him to be this Mua’dib as his men followed at a pace behind him. Fear struck him seeing all his men had already been defeated.

Rabban fled back to the ornithopter and a lone Fremen jumped in after him. He was able to dispatch the Fremen, who was hurled from the ornithopter falling to his death. Rabban escaped, nearly losing his life.

Feyd immediately ordered an annihilation raid on Arrakis to bomb its inhabitants into the ground. He wanted the skull of Muad’Dib as a trophy in his shrine. He made arrangements for interspace travel with you and his militia to Arrakis the following day. He planned to rid the planet of the insurgents for good. Finally increasing the Harkonnen spice profits exponentially.

The Throne Room

You are unaware of Feyds mental state but can sense from his page that he is angry. When you arrive at the throne room, you stare in awe at the large golden doors. A mural of the history of Giedi Prime is engraved upon them.

The guards part the golden doors and you enter the cavernous room. It is bare of all decorations. Everything from the floor to the extremely high ceiling is matte black. Six enormous pillars line each side of the room showcasing the throne in the center with Feyd upon it. Several steps lead up to his platform.

He is stoic and regal in his new garments but his eyes are on fire for you. Once the doors are closed behind you he beckons you to come up to him.

You hold the hem of your gown and climb the steps stopping at the last one before you enter the sacred space of his ruling platform “Am I allowed to approach, Baron Feyd Rautha? “ You ask in a sweet tone as you bow.

“Come and kneel at my feet,” he commands. You approach slowly and kneel before him with your head lowered. His sexual energy already charges the space.

Your stomach pulls tight in anticipation of what he will do to you after the way you left his presence in the morning. His hand reaches for you and he softly touches under your chin, tilting your face up.

He is enamored when you look up to him, your face is so beautiful and kind. He summoned you to discuss your loyalty to the Bene Gesserit, but looking into your resolute eyes he fears your response.

He decides to use you for pleasure to ease his stress instead.

His hand slips behind your neck pulling you between his open thighs to his crotch. Your face flushes as heat radiates in your core from the close proximity. “Do you know how much I desired you this morning?” he asks, making you look up into his eyes, “how much I desire you even now?”

Just being in your presence he can no longer contain his urges. He takes your hands one at a time placing them on each of his thighs. “Open your mouth for your Baron” he commands and you obey his wishes.

He unclasps his pants, freeing his thick erect cock. It slaps against his covered abs before he holds the base steadying it straight. “I want you to hold my thighs and suck my cock until you can no longer breathe. Only when you squeeze my thighs will I release you to recover.” You slowly nod with your mouth open. He takes the back of your head and forces your mouth down his length.

He groans as his cock enters your mouth and fills all the way to your throat space. You can not reach his base and as you try your drool pools down his shaft.

He feels the saliva coating his cock and tilts his head back enjoying it. “You like the taste of my cock don’t you Baroness, wait until you drink my cum”, he says hand gripping your hair forcing you up and down on his erect length. Your mouth feels so good on him the room begins to fill with his breathier moans.

He releases your hair from his grasp, getting lost in the pleasure of your inherent skill. You continue to suck him, starting to move faster while the vibrations of your whimpers make his cock twitch.

"That's it don't stop" he rasps, grabbing hold of your hair again.

He forces your mouth up and down on his length as he thrusts his hips. You nearly gag and are tempted to beg for release until you hear his deep moans of pleasure that instantly soak your pussy. You keep your hands still and relax your throat to endure more for his pleasure.

You turn your gaze up to him, looking through your wet eyelashes, pleading for some kind of friction in your now aching core. You remove your hand from his thigh and begin to pleasure yourself.

His eyes open when he no longer feels the warmth there. He looks down and watches how you slowly move your hand between your legs, pleasing yourself as you moan and suck his cock. It nearly makes him ejaculate.

"I’m going to make you …-take all of my cock ….- down your throat when I cum” His raspy voice floods your ears while he makes the pace more violent.

Unable to breathe, you quickly bring your hand from your clit and start to squeeze his thighs.

The pain of you squeezing his injuries arouses him even more. He continues his pace until he feels your fists pounding against his thighs snapping him out of his pleasure.

He instantly releases you. As his cock glides out of your mouth it slaps against his covered abs. You pant, chest heaving to regain air quickly to your lungs.

You stare at his prominent wet cock, covered in your saliva. His tip has turned red, the veins throb visibly on his shaft and core pulses as your pupils expand in arousal . You must have him inside of you.

He leans back against his throne, breathing heavily and removes his shirt, tossing it aside. His body is covered in a light sheen, you watch the way the sweat trails from his neck onto his porcelain abs.

He regains control over his lungs and stands removing the remaining clothing from his lower half. He rests back on the throne completely naked with his cock standing erect. He pats his lap smiling beckoning you to come.

You remove your gown and slip out of your panties eagerly climbing on top of him. You place your knees on either side of his waist. He looks up at you enraptured finally able to reclaim you. His hands trail down to grip your waist. He pulls you forward and lowers you down on his cock. You both moan as he penetrates and settles you to the base.

He watches as you lean back and grab his sore thighs squeezing them and making him gasp as you ride him, your face is in pure bliss.

Feeling the mild pain you inflict squeezing his thighs as you ride him flashes his mind back to the previous night. His breathing increases remembering how, with just a touch, you can give him the most intense pain he will ever endure in his lifetime.

His hand is trembling in anticipation as he pulls your wrist up to press your finger tips against his temple.You sit up placing your other hand on his shoulder as you continue to ride him.

You transfer him a low level of pain, you don't want him to cum yet.

His stamina decreases as he rests back feeling the intense effects of his body adjusting to pleasure and pain simultaneously.

You moan as his cock swells even harder inside of you. He is motionless as you take over riding him. Your passion increasing as your eyes close using him to your satisfaction.

You release the pain from him overwhelmed with the way his cock pleasures your walls. You grab a hold of his shoulders and lean in to devour his mouth. He pulls you into an even deeper kiss with his hand holding the nape of your neck.

He regains the ability to work his cock and thrusts into you hitting the exact place inside of you that has you calling out his name each time.

He slows his pace to a stop and delays your orgasm. He has to know the truth “ Bene Gesserit or my Baroness” he ask’s breathlessly testing your loyalty to the order.

He has been warned of your kind by his uncle. ‘Sperm harvesting witches who infiltrate the great houses to deceive and twist fate for their own benefit.’

But as he gazes upon you with worshipful eyes he knows this can not be true. He has fallen madly for you.

You know the truth as you stare back into his hypnotic blue eyes. Though you were sent to secure his genetics and bind his mind you have already betrayed your sisterhood. You have fallen in love with him.

“I am your Baroness” you confess

Your answer satisfies him completely and he pulls you back to him in a passionate kiss

He begins to increase his pace as he holds you to him placing his hand on his throne for leverage. He works his cock with his hips and thighs to thrust in you with everything he has to give.

You ride him in rhythm until you are both moaning in tandem on the verge of orgasms. You lean forward and press your mouth on his with a kiss as you press your fingers on his temple and elicit his mind with agonizing pain. His abs tense and he lets out a sound of anguished pleasure as he instantly cums.

Arrakis

At day break you and Feyd load into a Harkonnen warship. Inside it is decorated luxuriously with every amenity possible. The long craft is like a palace in space. The interior designed with gold and black furnishings decorated throughout. The exterior is disguised to blend with the rest of the armada.

You are going to travel through space to his other planet Arrakis. Feyd has started a war there and vowed to completely annihilate his newfound enemies, the Fremen before they become too powerful.

You ascend from the capital of Giedi Prime looking out of the floor to ceiling windows as the gray planet gets smaller and smaller until the ship launches to a speed that the windows only show black. You are traveling within his armada of fifty warships.

Feyd kisses your hand and holds it with his as he rests back on the sofa. You are both relaxing in the ornate lounge room. He smiles at you he couldn’t bear to leave you on Geidi Prime. He’ll have trusted Harkonnen assassins protect you heavily at his Arrakeen palace. Your saftey with his unborn is paramount.

He can’t wait to see the destruction and chaos that his brother Rabban has already made in his wake. Feyd wants to wet his blades with blood in a battle. Slicing freemen limb from limb excites him.

He believes he has found a secret way to release his bloodlust seeing you only allow him to kill if it enhances his reign. He strokes your chin to look at him so he can gaze into your eyes. You plant as kiss on his lips and he smiles. He caresses his thumb along your jaw as he stares at your lips. He wants to fuck you in the master suite of the spacecraft.

A servant politely knocks before stepping into the lounge gently announcing breakfast will be served in the dining room. You will be traveling through trans light speed on the ship for a full day to reach Arrakis.

To be continued …

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Cooler Heads Will Prevail

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: it's too hot to do anything in the States. Except apparently write Aemond x Reader smut about how it's too hot.

tags: heterosexual sex, fingering, sex outdoors, aemond speaking High Valyrian cause it's sexy, Vhagar being sassy in the background. 

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“Gods how can you stand to wear that?”

You felt ten times hotter just looking at your husband, dressed in his traditional black & leathers, as he sat next to you while you baked in this heat. Even with all the windows and curtains open, dressed in the thinnest dress that modesty could cling to, and servants fanning you both like Dornish aristocracy, you still felt like you were melting.

“It is all a matter of perspective, my dear wife.” Aemond replied. Not looking up from his book. “And will power.”

You groan and drop your own book, spreading out as far as your limbs would go on the chaise. You despised these hot summers. Everything was hot. Everything you touched, including yourself, was sticky. You felt like every breath was drawing in more hot air, which in turn made you hotter, and considerably cranky. It was too hot to do anything.

Aemond glanced up at you with his good eye, then closed his books. The servants scatter when the prince stood. Taking away what little precious, if fruitless, relief you had. “Are you really that miserable?” He asked, leaning over you with one arm pressed against the back of the chaise.

“Just look at me.”

“I am.” His mouth coiled into a smirk as he leaned further down to kiss you.

But you turn your head away with an unsatisfied huff. “It’s too hot.” Though you loved Aemond unconditionally, apparently it had its limits. He’d have to wait until the sun went down, at the very least, before you would consider touching him.

The prince huffed. “Fine. Get up.”

You didn’t have time to ask Aemond why before he was grabbing your hand and hoisting you to your feet. Dragging you along behind him as you tried to keep up with his impressive gait thanks to those long legs.

Your protests & questions stopped halfway through your journey, and Aemond finally let your hand go once the two of you reached the Dragonpit. Vhagar’s indominable frame taking up most of the space a lotted to her as she coolly acknowledged her rider then settled back down. “What are we doing here?”

“Leaving the city.” Aemond was already mounting Vhagar. Settled into her saddle before he reached out to you with his hand.

You often dreamed of being a dragon rider. To be up in the skies. To command giants. But you didn’t have the blood for it. Instead, you just admired them from afar. “I thought you said Vhagar didn’t like secondary riders.”

“Vhagar does not like any rider but me.” He clarified. “But she will not harm you. Trust me.”

You did trust Aemond. Still, you glance over to Vhagar, looking into her giant eye for permission, who looked back at you for a long moment before she blinked with her inner lid and turned her gaze from you. You took that as a yes and grabbed Aemond’s hand.

He hoisted you up into the saddle with ease. Seating you in front of him. His legs on either side of you as he fastened you both to the harness before taking the reins. “sōvēs Vhagar.”

The dragon rose from her seat. Seeming annoyed about it, but you couldn’t be sure. She took three long strides before her wings were aloft and you were up in the air. You close your eyes tight. Gripping Aemon’s thighs on either side as you felt your stomach try to drop all the way back to the ground. “Open your eyes.” Aemond’s voice brushed against your ear, louder than the rushing air around you. You do as he says. With one at first, then opening both to see the beautiful bright sky around you and white, fluffy clouds. It was breath taking.

You aren’t brave enough to look down, but after a while Aemond shouted, “tegot Vhagar,” and the dragon circled around a patch of Earth before gracefully hurling itself towards it.

When you landed Aemond undid your bindings and jumped down. He held his arms out towards you, waiting for you to jump, and easily caught you when you fell into his open arms. “Where are we Aemond?”

The prince shrugged, “somewhere North.” That was all he said before he stalked off into the woods past the clearing.

You look around and admire the beauty of the small forest, before you follow after your husband. Vhagar seemed fine on her own to resume her nap while you both went on your walk to wherever Aemond was going. “Aemond, what are we doing here?”

“You said you were hot.” He told you. In a tone that implied ‘we just talked about this’ as he cut through the path.

“Yes. But why are we here?” It was significantly cooler, but still summer. The balminess of the city had been replaced with the natural humidity of the trees. One evil for a lesser one.

Aemond didn’t answer this time and instead pushed past the last of the greenery to reveal a second clearing. Sun dappled, with trees and flowers circling a natural freshwater pond, in a perfect idyllic scene. “Gods…It’s beautiful.”

“We did not come all this way just to look at it.”

You turn to Aemond to see him already unbuttoning his jerkin. “You cannot be serious.” Apparently, he was, as he was already tossing his jerkin aside and pulling off his under tunic. “Aemond?? We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“Exactly. No one will find us.” His belt, boots, and pants quickly made it into the pile. His small clothes next. Then finally his eye patch. “Are you coming or not?” You stare at Aemond, a little slack jawed, as he stood there completely naked. As if you were the crazy one for not joining him.

Fingers carefully come up to your lacings. Fumbling with the strings as your embarrassment makes the digits unable to cooperate properly. Aemond was right, no one would see you. But this was still the first time you had been naked ‘in public’. Ladies did not go around the world in the nude. Although, apparently, a Targaryen’s woman did.

Aemond grinned as he watched you let loose your dress, then walked backwards a few paces before he turned and walked over to one of the rocks. Standing on it, like some Valyrian statue, before he jumped in. You were not nearly as brave, and shyly stepped into the water from its calm shore with your hands protecting your modesty.

The water was like ice on your overheated skin, but it felt so good! You let out a sigh and relax. Sinking neck deep into the water as you pulled your knees to your chest to float. “Feeling better?” You turn to look at Aemond as he swam up to you. His long hair floating behind him like a silver net. Looking more triton than dragon at the moment. You offer him a soft smile and nod.

The prince smiled back. Then he floated to his center before he stood, able to reach the bottom and have the water just barely brush past his navel. “Can I kiss you now?”

You looked up at Aemond, who was looking back down at you, waiting for an answer. Your smile broadens and you release your knees to stand on your own feet as well. The water just barely kissing your breasts in comparison. “Yes Aemond, you can kiss me.”

He looked so pleased. As if all this effort was worth it as he took your chin in his fingers to tilt your lips to his. You moan at the first contact of his tongue against yours. Hells…how long had it been since you kissed him properly.

You had not been joking when you said it was too hot to do anything. That included laying with your husband. Though you shared the same bed, the most you had done for the past weeks was brief kisses & touches before shunting off to your separate corners of the mattress. Desperate not to add anymore heat to your person.

Now that you were cooled off, a renewed heat was swelling up inside you. “Aemond…”

The man in question pulled back just a hair’s breadth to look at you. The hand once tilting up your chin now brushing water droplets from your cheek. “I have missed you, issa jorrāelagon.”

“I know.” And you felt guilty for that. “I’ve missed you too.” Together seperately had been the way things had been with this heat. But now you were somewhere cool, calm, and secluded with your husband.

You latch on to Aemond like a drowning man. His body your life raft. His kiss your air. He pulled you in with equal fervor and you felt his longing press against your belly. Hot and hard, despite the cold water. “Aemond…” You gasp again. Intentionally brushing against him to feel more of his manhood and eager to have not against your belly but inside it. “Please…”

The prince growled and kissed you again. His teeth nipping possessively at your lips this time, before he pulled you into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Carrying you out of the water with ease and laying you on the soft grass that would be your marriage bed for the afternoon.

Aemond continued to kiss you. Letting you go for a moment before peppering your lips, face, and neck with more kisses. As if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do next with you. “You should be like this at all times.”

“Underneath you?” You respond cheekily.

“Naked.” He corrected. Your head tipping back as his arm slipped betwixt you and his fingers began toying with your sex. “You wouldn’t be so hot. And we would no longer have to deal with those ridiculous laces.”

“I don’t think your mother would appreciate such a ‘casual’ manner of dress at court.” You gasp sharply as two of Aemond’s fingers suddenly slipped inside you. Clearly a diversion in the conversation as he doesn’t want to talk about his mother right now.

“Hmmm…it is probably for the best. I’d gouge out the eye of any man who would look at you besides me. Then I would no longer be unique.”

“Certainly less fashionable.” Another sharp gasp escapes you as Aemond’s fingers curled up inside you against that spot that made you see stars. Silently telling you that if you didn’t stop with the cheek you were going to get it. ‘Good’ you thought.

His fingers continued to work you open as his mouth swallowed your cries. “Aemond!” You shouted when his thumb brushed against your pearl. Pushing at his shoulders while your legs shook at the intense feeling, but he wouldn’t stop. He let you go long enough to let your climax cry come out clearly. Loud and pure. Birds fluttering off in the distance that were startled by the sound.

“You’re so beautiful when you quake for me.”

“Only you.”

Your hand came up to stroke his face. Hard lines. Soft expression. Your fingertip brushes against just the end of his scar before trailing down to flick his bottom lip. Red and swollen from your kissing. Vibrant against his cool, alabaster skin. Perfect.

“Make me quake for you again my love.” Your legs splayed wide for him. Making space for him and his cock in your drooling cunt.

Aemond doesn’t have to be told anything twice and he descended on you. Lining up his cock, pushing it inside you with coiled control just waiting to snap, waiting there until you were ready. You let him know you were ready by jutting your hips a bit. Your prince looking at your face for a moment to make sure before that coiled control snapped clean.

The two of you rut in the forest like animals. Grunting and moaning and the wet sound of slapping skin. Aemond spread your legs wider for him. Letting him thrust harder and deeper into you. Your head fell back against the damp grass. The sweet smell mixed with your sweat making you dizzy while the sharp climb towards a second climax made you lightheaded.

You will your eyes open to look at Aemond. His eye fixed only on you. Almost completely black like the stories portrayed him. Black enough that it looked as though it had bled into his sapphire. But this was not the eyes of a monster, but a beast. Your beast. Your one and only, as this look as just for you.

“A-Aemond!” You shout again. Fingers clenched in his wet tresses. Whole body shaking around him this time. Aemond’s teeth clenched to the point they look like they might break before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His own hips stuttered as his warmth filled you up.

The two of you laid there for a moment. Catching your breath. Sated in one another until Aemond likely feels he’s too heavy for you and rolls off you to the side. “We should head back.”

You turn your head to look at him. Wounded. Did it have to be right now? “The sun will be setting soon. It will not be as hot upon our return.”

You look back up at the sky and indeed see the shadows had gotten longer since your arrival. “Must we?”

Aemond chuckled at your plea. Rolling back over to your side to coil his body around you like a serpent. Head on your shoulder. You know he had missed this almost as much as the other. “Not right now.” He agreed. “But soon. We can come back whenever you’d like though.”

“Tomorrow?” He laughed again.

“Whenever you’d like.”

The two of you bask in the moment and beautiful scenery for a little while longer. Enjoying the cool and the quite before you had to return to the hot and the mayhem. You dress in silence. Then Aemond walked you both back down the path towards his dragon. Vhagar not seeming to notice one way or the other that you’ve been gone.

The heat hits you instantly once you break the perimeter of the city. Cooler than before but still sweltering. “I’m going to take a cool bath before bed.” You tell your prince as he gave his dragon a few goodbye pet before he left her for the day. “Care to join me?”

Only one thing could pull Aemond’s attention away from his dragon, and he turned to look over his shoulder at you with a smug grin. “Missing me already, issa jorrāelagon.”

“Oh yes.” You playfully agree as you walk backwards when Aemond came close. “I don’t know. Something about dragon riding puts me in the mood for….‘dragon riding’.”

The true rider grinned and closed the gap between you with quick ease. “Why do you think I seem never to want to keep my hands off you?” He pulled you in for a new kiss. Passionate, yes, but not nearly as fierce as before. You were back in the walls. Back in your cages. You had to be restrained lest other people talked. Because gods forbid a man & a wife actually fancied each other. He let you go and it was your turn to lead Aemond by the hand.

The weather was hot. But summer would eventually break. By the time winter came you intended to know all sorts of new ways to keep warm.

[eth3real-ess3nce]

My Astro Observations (Part 8)

🚫If your Mercury, Mars, Rising placements are water or earth influenced, you probably prefer that your phone is on silent or DND 🗣️If your Mercury, Mars, Rising placements are air or fire influenced, you probably don't mind your phone being loud af 😂

⚖️Natives with their Mars in Libra grew up taking the role of the "mediator" in their family or other environments. It is observed that when people around them seem to disagree or experience conflict, they ask this native to pick a side rather forcibly at times. This might lead them to develop people-pleasing tendencies. It's also the "lawyer at heart" placement.

😏Aquarius men usually look awkward in photos so they just decide to throw their signature smirk in there from time to time (ex. Ashton Kutcher, Joseph Gordon-Levitt)

🥵Mars in Aries natives' physical bodies react so dramatically to stimuli it's hilarious! I know someone with that placement that, whenever he eats food that is just SLIGHTLY spicy, his head starts sweating like he jogged for 2 hours! Another friend of mine, has this thing where every time she laughs for a bit longer than needed her eyes will fill with tears. But I'm talking BUCKETS of tears😂

💪Your 9th house sign represents your philosophy in life. But your 10th house sign represents your life motto.

For example: My 9th house is in Pisces, I do have a humanitarian outlook at the end of the day and I'm deeply spiritual My 10th house is in Aries, my life motto is "Fortune Favours The Bold". Self-explanatory. My philosophy: ✨🔮 My motto: 👹⚔️

👨‍🍳I've noticed that men with Virgo placements, one way or another, like to practice their culinary skills. They won't let you lift a finger in the kitchen and this is a way for them to show their love for you. Also, they're usually specialists when it comes to food or wines/alcohol in general

🏎️I have never met a Leo sun, moon, rising that owns a vehicle and has NOT received a speeding ticket before! Also why do you have 0 patience? And you end up driving clumsily! Leave that one to Aries please 😂

👹If one of your dominant planets is Mars or Pluto, you probably literally get high off horror content. Either films , books...horror subreddits👀. You just love being thrilled, especially Mars, you like to chase the andrenaline. And you don't even care if you won't be able to sleep at night. It was worth it😂 Honourable mentions: Mercury-Pluto , 8H Mercury , Scorpio Mercury

🖤If your natal Black Moon Lilith makes hard aspects (conjunction, square, opposite) to your personal planets (especially luminaries, sun and moon) you were born to be the Black Sheep. It's easy for you to stand out in the crowd, usually because you are not afraid to embody your "dark" wisdom. You might be minding your business yet your authenticity can deeply trigger people. This placement attracts envy and obsession, be it acquaintances or lovers. Beware of stalkers. One pro though, is that, you can be immaculate when it comes to manifesting.

The rest of my observations appear on my profile x

[abiatackerman]

Can I request a sfw Oneshot of crying levi getting confronted by the reader and being snuggly with each other? Also love your works (>∆<)

Throughout the whole show Levi only cried twice. Once when his mother teacup broke and twice when Isabel and Furlan died. It's really hard for me to imagine Levi crying in a sober state but I tried to write a Oneshot for you.

Also sorry for being so goddamn late... I was really busy and couldn't get the time to write! Anyways enjoy!

When steel shatters

⚔️Levi Ackerman x Female reader⚔️

Captain Levi Ackerman x Female reader! Fluff and comfort! Emotional breakdown! Fluffy romance! 1.1k words!

Summary: After a rough day and getting drunk, Levi finally expresses his true emotions, searching for comfort from you.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @anti-cupid @meowmewow7 @mikabella7 @satorella

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The small space of Levi's room is dimly lit by the soft glow of a single oil lamp on a sturdy wooden desk, casting warm, flickering light across the room as you sneakily enter. Shadows dance on the plain stone walls as a neatly made single bed with crisp white sheets and a simple gray blanket rests against one wall. The air carries a faint scent of tea leaves and cleaning supplies, a testament to Levi's meticulous habits.

Normally Levi keeps his room unlocked since he doesn't have anything important or expensive in his room and also because he knows no one dares to enter HIS room. Not that he spends much time here either.

You smile as you hear the sound of water splashing against the floor from the bathroom attached to the room. Of course Levi's taking a shower after a busy day and after dealing with lot of shitty things in his opinion.

You sigh and sit on the bed with a smile as you try to imagine him naked and wet while his showering. Blushing you shake your head because you know if you keep imagine him a little bit more you'll lost your self control completely and probably jump on him. And you don't want that... At least not today because you're here to show him some support after a hard day, not to jump on him.

As you hear the door opening you sit straight and smile widely.

"Hey Levi... I--"

You pause as you look at him. He's practically wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, displaying his deliciously stunning body which still have little droplets of water here and there.

"What are you doing here?"

Levi's annoyed voice slaps you out of your not so innocent thoughts and you blink. Smiling, you reply softly.

"Just wanted to see you. That's why I'm here."

Levi pulls a shirt out of his drawer and starts to wear it without looking at you.

"Didn't I told you not to come to my room?"

Levi asks coldly and you sigh.

"Heard you had a rough day... Just wanted to..."

You try to find the right words but Levi stops you.

"Console me? Show some sympathy? I'm not that pathetic that I'll be needing that. Not go back to you room."

He says as he wears his usual pants and you look at him speechless. You take a deep breath and stand up.

"Look Levi, I know you had a bad day but don't you think you're being too rude with me? When I just wanted to give you a little bit of comfort?"

You ask in an upset tone.

"No… You don't understand. What if someone else had sneaked in? What if your loud entrance had let them know you were coming, and they had hurt you? I'm the Captain of the Survey Corps, I have made a lot of enemies. I need to make sure you are safe and out of the spotlight so nothing happens to you."

You look at him worriedly as he lashes out. Then softly hold his hand, you look at him worriedly.

"You're acting out of your character, Levi? Is something wrong? What happened?"

You ask softly, not pressuring him to answer but still expressing your worries for him.

"Everything is wrong with me! I'm a disaster. I'm a bad leader, a bad friend, and a horrible lover! The only thing I’m good at is hiding. Hiding my emotions, my pain... Erwin's shitty plans."

There are tears pooling in his eyes, threatening to fall.

"I lost lot of people.. Was their sacrifice even worth it? When their family member were cries holding their corpses... I can't even look at them. Sone of them even had a children...."

You see Levi's eyes tearing up and you realise that he drank a lot. That's why he was late and since he is good at handling alcohol he's not completely drunk. But because of the alcohol he's showing his emotions and opening up to you.

Wrapping one arm around his neck and by patting his back with the other you start to whisper softly in his ears.

"Don't say that, Levi. You're the best soldier out there.... You've killed a lot of titans! That's a huge achievement! You're everyone's encouragement, darling. And you're a great friend... Also lover."

You say and move your head right in front of his while wiping his tears away.

"Don't say that please.... It hurts me. Seeing you hurt... Insulting yourself.... It hurts me."

You say as your voice cracks and as you try to smile.

Levi pulls away slightly so that he can look at you in the eyes.

"I'm not the best with words. I'm blunt and harsh, I know. But I would never intentionally hurt you… I love you too much."

He whispers, cupping your face with his hand.

"After losing Isabel and Furlan.... If I lose you too.... I'll be broken completely.... You're the only one to whom I can truly open up. Please don't leave me."

Levi whispers and hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You sigh and pat his back, smiling softly.

"I won't... As long as I'm alive."

Then you chuckle again as you feel Levi nuzzling his face against your shirt to wipe his tears.

"What are you doing?"

You ask in an amused tone and feel Levi's body getting more heavier.

"It's just... Shit... I drank a lot today... And now it's hitting me. I'm tired."

Levi mumbles and you smile as you help Levi to lay down. He sighs deeply and covers his eyes with the back of his arm. You smile softly and cover his body with a blanket.

"Go to sleep, love. You've been working hard."

You mumble softly as Levi hums sleepily.

"Night, Angel."

[lovebillyhargrove]

Expanding this post

King Steven's face used to be beautiful. Used to be divine.

No, it used to be flawless.

Now the features are still those of a greek god, his stunning beauty is still to be adored. Yet there are flaws — in the form of scars, remnants of several fierce fights against the mysterious creature that came from a crack at the bottom of a mountain (demogorgon) and threatened the kingdom.

At that time King Steven, despite being young and somewhat inexperienced in battles, rushed to rescue his people. In the end, the abominable creature retreated to hell where it had emerged from, the bleeding king stepped away from the threshold of death,

However, his handsome face was scarred for life.

***

One day a man is found in the woods near the mountains.

He is laying breathless on the ground, the body clad in dark armour, some parts of which were pierced through by sharp objects, his horse obediently standing beside its dying master.

The man is a barbarian, they say. No-one has ever seen him around, and no-one knows how and why he was in those woods, nearing his death.

The man is brought to the king's chambers and taken care of, his multiple wounds nursed and, after he regains consciousness, his thirst and hunger satisfied.

The King stays alone with the knight, eager to ask questions.

He also does not wish to ever stop looking at the knight's strong body and handsome face, mesmerized by his tanned skin, the glow of his eyes that remind of powerful waves crashing mercilessly at the foot of the rocky mountain which is destined to always withstand the onslaught of the untameable ocean, the fair hair, flowing in sun soaked streams of gold, the voluptuous lips that promise neverending pleasures.

King Steven is confused by his own thoughts, ardent desires and intentions. The craving is sudden and intense, it smells of blood and danger, yet seems to offer the alluring prospects of utter bliss and infinite delight.

Steven lets his gaze linger on the knight's taut muscles and torn flesh.

His wounds are horrifying, and his body is covered in strange enigmatic black marks — tattoos, they say, something that only barbarians do to their bodies.

"What is your name? Which kingdom do you come from?"

"My name is William and I belong to no kingdom." The man's voice is deep and husky and already spinning ropes around King Steven's will and composure.

"I cannot say anything more for I have no previous memory of the events that have brought me to your kingdom and left me dying on your land. However, I am endlessly grateful for the rescue and ready to loyally serve the merciful and noble king."

***

Is William dangerous for the king? Does he have a secret agenda? What hides in his past?

A medieval harringrove au where Steve is king (with scars on his face!!) and Billy is that mysterious knight who has a dark past and is possibly connected to sinister forces (the upside down, the mindflayer?) and by rescuing him the king has unknowingly brought multiple perils upon his kingdom as well as himself, but he also falls in love with the knight and .. yeah, the plot is still to be developed ✨💫⚔️👑🗡️❤️‍🔥

Part 2

[earthlybeam]

Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir versions below (you Female reader)

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

The forest air is cool, but your body feels warm as you walk beside Legolas, the Elf’s quiet grace and keen focus making your heart race a little faster. The sunlight filters through the trees, glinting off his golden hair as he strides forward effortlessly, as if the world itself bends to accommodate him.

You fall into step beside him, the subtle sway of your hips and the low neckline of your shirt making your intentions clear. When your arm brushes against his, you don’t pull away. Instead, you take a bolder step—reaching out to loop your hand around his forearm, pulling it gently against your chest. The soft press of your curves against his toned, leather-clad arm is unmistakable.

Legolas stiffens for the briefest of moments, a flicker of surprise passing through his usually impassive expression. His sharp blue eyes glance down toward where your bodies are now touching before flicking back to your face, keen and curious. “You seem… comfortable,” he remarks quietly, though there’s a slight upward tilt to the corner of his lips—a hint of amusement, perhaps?

You smile, tilting your head playfully. “Is that a problem, Prince?” Your voice is soft but teasing, leaning a little closer so the warmth of your breath brushes against his pointed ear.

His jaw tightens slightly—not in displeasure, but as if he’s wrestling with some thought. “No,” he murmurs, his voice smooth and cool as a breeze through the leaves. “Merely unexpected.” There’s a tension in the way he holds himself—like a bowstring pulled taut—but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his gaze lingers, lingering just a little longer than before.

Feeling emboldened by his lack of protest, you press a little closer, allowing your chest to brush against his side as you shift your grip on his arm. “You don’t seem the type to scare easily,” you challenge softly.

Legolas’ lips part slightly as if he means to respond, but instead, he watches you—closely. His free hand twitches at his side, as though resisting the temptation to touch you back. “I do not frighten easily,” he agrees, his voice lower now, softer—like the hush before an arrow flies. “But you are… distracting.”

His words send a shiver of satisfaction down your spine. His elven restraint is impressive, but you sense the crack in his calm façade—a curiosity sparked, a tension brewing beneath the surface.

When you lean closer still, daring to press your chest against his back as you wrap your arms around him in an impromptu embrace, you swear you feel the subtle hitch in his breath. This close, you can catch the faint scent of the woods clinging to him—earthy and crisp.

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask innocently, even as you feel the warmth of his body beneath your fingertips. His answer is delayed—a beat too long for someone usually so quick-witted. Finally, his voice comes, smooth and edged with something you can’t quite place. “Not… entirely.” Yet, the way his muscles tense beneath your touch suggests he is not unaffected.

Though he may be an Elf of ancient years and discipline, there is no denying the flicker of something deeper in his eyes—a flame carefully banked but dangerously close to catching.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

The sun hangs lazily in the sky, casting warm light over Rivendell. The gardens are quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Elladan stands near the edge of a small fountain, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the stone, enjoying a brief moment of peace.

You approach him casually, a glint of playful mischief in your eyes. Your outfit, slightly revealing, leaves little to the imagination as you step closer to him. He notices the way you draw nearer, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, well aware that something playful is about to unfold.

As you reach him, without a word, you slip your arm around his, hugging it close to your chest. The boldness is unmistakable. Your body presses against him, and he can feel the soft warmth of you against his arm, your presence impossible to ignore.

Elladan’s eyes widen just for a moment, then quickly glint with amused recognition. His body tenses slightly—not from discomfort, but because he’s well aware of the way this could play out. His first instinct is to laugh, but there’s a definite teasing edge to his tone as he glances at you from the corner of his eye. “Well now,” he says, a playful lilt in his voice. “Is this what you call ‘innocent’ flirting, or do I need to brace myself for more?”

He shifts his stance just a little, making sure his arm is firmly tucked in yours. He doesn’t pull away, but you can feel him tense with anticipation—Elladan enjoys a bit of teasing, but he’s also clever and knows when someone’s pushing his boundaries for fun.

His chest rises slightly as he takes in a deep breath, half pretending to be unaffected, but there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. He doesn’t move, letting the moment stretch for just a heartbeat longer before he gently shifts, turning his head slightly so his lips are near your ear.

“You’re bold, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice warm and almost husky as he adds just enough playful edge to the words to keep things light. “I think I need to remind you… I’m not so easily distracted.”

Elladan doesn’t shy away but instead stands a little straighter, pressing you closer against him for a brief second, his chest lightly brushing against you. His playful tone matches the mischievous gleam in his eyes as he turns his head to meet your gaze. “Though, I’m not entirely displeased, either.” His lips twitch in a sly grin, as he looks at you with that same teasing charm that makes him so hard to resist.

For a moment, the world seems to slow down as his gaze locks onto yours, and a wicked smirk spreads across his face. “But, you know… if you keep this up, I might have to make you work a little harder for my attention,” he adds with a wink, already thinking of some playful banter or competition to keep the mood light.

Elladan, ever the flirt and lover of fun, doesn’t take things too seriously—at least not yet. But his protective instincts kick in, and he remains mindful, always aware of how far to push the boundaries without making things uncomfortable for either of you.

It’s clear from his stance, the twinkle in his eyes, and the slow, teasing smirk that he’s in this moment with you, enjoying the game for all its playful, flirtatious fun—but always with a hint of his signature caution, aware of the fine line between jest and seriousness.

As you pull away, he chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on you with that familiar, confident gleam. “Careful, now,” he teases. “If you keep this up, I might just find a way to turn the tables on you.”

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

The sun dipped low over Rivendell, casting golden streaks across the stone walkways as you strolled toward the training grounds. You knew exactly where Elrohir would be—working with Elladan, honing their swordplay in the fading light. Today, you felt daring. Your tunic dipped lower than usual, framing the swell of your cleavage perfectly, and you’d chosen it with a purpose—to catch Elrohir’s attention.

You spotted him immediately. The dark-haired elf stood with his sword in hand, sleeves pushed back to reveal strong, muscled forearms. Sweat clung to his skin from the sparring session, the sight stirring something warm and mischievous inside you.

Without hesitation, you crossed the field, hips swaying just enough to draw his eye. Elrohir noticed you before you even reached him—his keen gaze sweeping over you with that familiar, calm intensity. But when his gaze dipped to the curve of your neckline, something darker flashed in his silver-grey eyes. His grip on his sword tightened slightly.

“Finished already?” you asked sweetly, your voice laced with playful innocence. Before he could answer, you stepped closer, slipping your arm through his—pressing your chest against the solid warmth of his bicep.

Elrohir’s body stiffened for half a heartbeat. His lips twitched, torn between a smirk and something more serious. “Is there something you need?” His tone was smooth but edged with a hint of roughness, his gaze dropping to where your body molded against him.

You tilted your head, brushing your fingers lightly along his forearm, your touch feather-soft. “No, but… maybe you do.” You leaned in just a little more—ensuring he could feel the softness of your breasts pressing against him. Behind you, Elladan groaned in exaggerated dismay. “Valar, must you?” he muttered, rolling his eyes before striding off, leaving the two of you alone.

The corner of Elrohir’s mouth quirked into a smirk as he slid his sword back into its scabbard. “You enjoy testing my patience,” he murmured, low enough for only you to hear. His free hand ghosted along your waist, his fingers curling against the fabric of your tunic. “Is it working?” you teased, your voice soft and suggestive as you leaned up, your chest brushing against his.

His expression darkened—not with anger, but something far more possessive. In a swift movement, he turned to face you fully, his body crowding yours. One strong arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The heat of him was undeniable, seeping through the thin barrier of your clothing.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he growled softly, his breath warm against your ear. His grip on you tightened, his fingers pressing into the curve of your hip as though daring you to move away. You only smiled, emboldened by his reaction. “And if I do?” you asked, your lips brushing against his jaw as you let your body press more firmly against him.

For a moment, he said nothing—simply held you there, his jaw clenched as though weighing his next move. But then, with a sudden, fluid grace, he spun you around so your back rested against his chest, his arms encircling you in a firm, unyielding hold.

“If you keep teasing me like this,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, his voice huskier now, “I will not be responsible for what happens next.” You shivered at the promise in his words, a thrill sparking through you as his lips brushed the sensitive skin beneath your ear. He held you there a moment longer—an unspoken warning, a temptation—before loosening his grip just enough for you to turn and face him again.

“I trust you’ll behave?” he asked, though the fire in his gaze suggested he hoped you wouldn’t. But you only smiled, reaching up to trace your fingers along the sharp angle of his jaw. “Where’s the fun in that?” Elrohir exhaled a low, quiet laugh—a rare sound—and without another word, he caught your wrist and tugged you closer, sealing the distance between you with a kiss that left no doubt about who had won this little game.