#𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒

[sweetkiitsunez]

𐙚⋆°. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

❝ warning: nsfw content (+18) + sub!Gender Neutral!reader (mentioned of reader with long hair) + Dom!Beelzebub + Horny!Beelzebub + Food kink (?) + Blowjob + Public sex + voyeurism/voyeur + Praises (?) + rough sex or blowjobs

"Look how good you take it..." He let out a low coo. His hand grips the back of your hair into a makeshift messy ponytail as he keeps pulling your hair into a tight pull. You can feel your knees slowly getting swollen in the back of the alleyway in Abyssos. Your finger digs into his thighs. Of course, you don't want other devils or the Nobles to find you and their majesty Beelzebub in an act. Your tongue swirls his large, hard cock as you are sucking his whole length in your mouth and throat. You can feel tears running down your cheeks and drool rolling down your chin.

Beelzebub looks hungry and completely intoxicated with lust. He licks his lips as he pushes the back of your head to deepthroat you. You let out a choked and gag noise as your finger pierced into his thighs. You could hear him letting out a shakey moan coming from his mouth. It sounds like, he isn't trying to be quiet. He lets out a low growls as he wanted more, more from you.

"A-ah... fuck... you like it that much, hm?" His seafoam green eyes looking down at you. His hand gripping the back of your hair while the other pushes his light blonde hair away from his face. "Look how good you take it," he chuckles. "I'd fuck that pretty lips of yours..." Damn... He does admit that you are pretty hot and does wish that he could pour whip cream on cock, where your pretty lips lick his cock like ice cream. That does turn him on, but what's turns him on was the scent of sex in the alleyway.

He lets go of the makeshift ponytail from your hair as he grabs both faces. Your pretty droopy eyes and flustered red cheeks appear. He could smell your drool as he couldn't help it. He dug his thumb into your mouth as he felt your tongue, teeth, and saliva. It's like he is playing with is food. He is too distracted by your pretty moans.

"Ah... Mm... mm... Mh...!" The sounds of your moans as he teased your tongue and he shoved his two fingers into your mouth as you let out another loud gag noise. Completely forget that you two are outside, having sex in the alleyway.

"...That's right... suck on my fingers..." He purrs quietly as he feels your warm mouth as you swirl your tongue, sucking his fingers. You felt your face with heat rising from your cheeks.

"Hmm... Would you be able to take my dick inside your mouth?" Beelzebub asks as he smiles at you. Dirty talk always dirty talk. The King Devil of Gluttony, where he would run away from responsibilities. You honestly had no idea how you had gotten yourself into it. The King of Gluttony pulls his fingers away from your mouth as your tongue sticks out leaving a trail of saliva, he suddenly leans forward as he connects your lips with his. Feeling his tongue and yours dance on each other as you felt your body tremble. Your eyes roll back of your skull as he pulls away from you, leaving a thin string of saliva.

"a-ah..." You quiver in soft pants. You could still feel his hands cupping your cheeks. Your eyes met his seafoam green eyes.

"You seem more sensitive as usual..." He grins at you. "...Open your mouth for me, baby..."

You opened your mouth wider, making his cock harder as he guide your mouth to his cock. The blowjob was sloppy as your reddened lips sucked the whole length into your mouth and throat. You and Beelzebub made eye contact. He couldn't control his moans as it echos in the alleyway.

"F-fuck, you love it like this, d-don't you? A-Ah!" He growls and grips your cheeks as he pushes your face toward his crotch. Completely deepthroating you. It's like he is using you for a fleshlight.

"A-Ah! Fuck! I'm gonna c-cum soon, ah, ah!" Beelzebub choked as he felt his orgasm approaching soon. His hand grips the back of your hair as he paces your head to suck his cock harder. You felt dizzy and couldn't breathe. You grips on his thighs as the sounds of your gag and choke noises echos in the dark alleyway.

"Swallow it! Swallow it all! A-Ah! F-fuck! Oh! Shit-!" Beelzebub takes are sharp intake of breath as he grins at you. You felt like a complete mess for him. You could feel the whole length inside your mouth and down to your throat. His moans are so loud in the dark alleyway. Your tears are making your vision blur and you can't breathe as he continues to thrust his hips in your mouth at a faster pace. You could see his body trembling as his back arched off the wall. The back of his head is resting on the brick wall, completely melted by the warmth of your mouth and throat.

He releases his semen in your mouth as your lips become swollen. You were about to lose air until he released his seeds. He continued to push your head towards his crotch until he couldn't come again.

He pulls your head away. He sprays his cum on your face as your body is trembling and quivering from a hard blowjob. You could hear Beelzebub's heavy panting as he grabbed your chin to meet his eyes.

"Ah... Ah... Ha... swallow it and show it to me... Descendant of Solomon..." He commands. You had trouble swallowing his cum until you slowly open your mouth and stick out your tongue to reveal that you had swallowed it. His cum tasted... slightly salty and warm too...

He chuckles as your face is covered in his creamy semen on your face as he pulls your face for a kiss until you felt he is sucking your tongue. He slowly pulls away as he tilts your face to lick his semen on your face. "...That's fucking hot..." He whispered.

"...but, I want to taste you, Descendent of Solomon..." He licks his lips as he looks at you. You felt something soaking wet in your panties...

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ

[bruhtasticbruhutau]

<3

quadruple post monday

people on the godforsaken app both terrify and delight me, here are some doodles i made in response to them

HorrorPills! Sans belongs to meeeeeee

[mandolin-the-fallen]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋·𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍·𝐆𝐄𝐋 ( noun ) ⸻ an angel who rebelled against God and was cast out of heaven.

⬭ യ 𝆹 ㅊ ⌒ㅤ꒰ ◌ ◞ ◟ ꒱ㅤ♪⸼ׄ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴏʟɪɴ-ᴛʜᴇ-ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ : 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 & 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 for my 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 oc 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 ⼺ blog will contain subjects such as DARK CONTENT , CANN.IBALISM , MORBID CONTENT , SELF-MUT.ILATION, NSFW / USFW topics, and language. ⼺ 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍 , 22 years old , they / it. 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 ⧛ 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 ⧛ 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺 ⧛ 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙻

[velvetwarfare]

𝐖𝐇𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃? 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃?

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌, 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄. ]

• 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 / 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.

• 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃.

• 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 [ 𝐎𝐂 ], 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍.

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 : Here!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎 : The lovely @stolsas!!!! 🖤

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 : @voxxisms, @staticintone, @hellmxses

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : @voxxisms, @unholi, @mothvalentino, @hazbinhive, @hashtag-bitch, @lettherebemonsters, @jc-helluva-mumu, @hellmxses

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒. || 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑. [ Character sheet. ]

[ask-shadow-milk-cookie]

MARRY-/jk silly

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄?!?

*𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐓*

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐮 💙

[experiangel]

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐒!

STATS

full name:  experiment 624 ( lmao ) .

nicknames:  angel .

age: twenty - three .

gender:  cis  female .

species:  alien .

orientation:  bisexual , biromantic .

date of birth:  tbd .

place of birth:  jumba's lab probably .

residence:  evermore .

occupation:  lounge singer @ gusteau's .

RELATIONSHIPS

parents:  is jumba dad ? acCURSED CREATOR ?!?!!?

sibilings:  n/a .

significant other(s):  only insignificant others atm.

PHYSIQUE

faceclaim:  paris berelc .

eye color: brown .

hair color:  brown ,  shifts to pink at will .

height: 5′3″

ABILITIES

siren song :  basically , she sings a cute little tune that can turn all of jumba's previous experiments before her evil again ♡ it supposedly works on jumba too but idk

x - ray vision :  she spies with her little eye ! angel can see through solid objects and organic matter . she'd be a great doctor if she cared .

super strength :  pretty self explanatory ! she is VERY strong . i'd say she's able to hold at least twice her weight with ease .

shifting : you know whats up ! she really likes her human form though , won't shift unless she has a Really good reason to ! nevertheless , she misses having her antennae out . they're cute :(

character inspo:   angel numbers made of tiny little rhinestones, glitter on your eyes, twisting the phone cord around your finger, envy adams ( scott pilgrim vs the world ), reclaiming the color pink, maxine minx ( x ), jennifer check ( jennifer's body ), girlhood vs godhood, " they gave me a name and alienated me from myself " – clarice lispector

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐀'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

HEADCANONS

has a bit of a god complex. in angel's eyes, part of the reason why she was created was because the other experiments clearly weren't doing what they were supposed to, which makes them all inferior to her. she definitely believes she's superior to all of them (except maybe 626, but shh) and is incredibly proud of herself for, well, existing.

she is absurdly competitive and is not above cheating, though she rarely needs to. she's always ready for a challenge but that doesn't mean angel will pick just about any fight; she knows what's worth her time and what isn't, and it turns out that whatever hard work she puts into her schemes usually pays off!

she can come off as extremely rude upon first meeting, and doesn't like to be interrupted or disturbed. despite angel's wholesome and approachable exterior, a good rule of thumb is to just not speak to her unless she speaks to you first. she can be very volatile.

has massive trauma stemming from when she was deactivated. because of that, angel still struggles to tell the passage of time and will rely heavily on little markers from watches to associations like flowers for spring and fallen leaves for autumn. one of her biggest fears is that she'll end up missing important stuff by being deactivated again. on a similar note, she's also very quick to pick up new skills and social cues, which is part of what made her adapt easily.

still on the matter of having being deactivated and isolated from the other experiments, angel does not like the dark. she heavily associates it with being cold and alone and it's just not a good feeling. she's never gonna admit to that fear though, even if you catch her shaking and screaming and crying in a completely darkened room.

she's actually very, very curious about hawaii. there was a decent amount of research that went into learning about it before the other experiments disappeared to evermore, and she's been curious about the place ever since. in fact, angel is curious about the entire galaxy. she may be stuck here for now and with other priorities, but she fully intends to travel the whole universe someday.

being a singer at gusteau's is honestly more fun that she'd anticipated, partially because it makes her feel like she has an actual talent. sure, being able to turn the previous experiments evil is super fun and makes her feel very powerful, but it's not the only thing she wants to be! she didn't use to get compliments on her voice before and now feels all giddy and happy whenever she gets them. probably one of the few things that make her genuinely happy.

on a similar note, angel often finds herself wondering what she'd be like if she hadn't been built for chaos and destruction. it's fun to be evil, she's not complaining, but wouldn't that mean more people should be striving for the same thing? it's confusing and annoying, and even a little bit intimidating. at the same time, she's not sure she could ever be good; it's not what she was made for. there's a part of her that thinks that if she ever became genuinely good, she wouldn't be herself anymore and that would suck.

angel has the emotional intelligence of a three year old. please don't expect her to understand or know how to explain how she feels because she simply doesn't know anything ever.

i am very sorry but. she do be a bit of a pick me girl. she's terrible at feminism please help her out i think it's because the concept of sisterhood was never introduced to her.

monster energy drink blood. the pink one specifically.

her hair is always styled like this. it's a little nod to her antennae &lt;3

[haemosexuality]

A FAMILIAR VOICE CALLS OUT TO ME, A FEATHERED CREATURE I HAVE NEVER SEEN. THE CROW OFFERS ME A SMOKE, HE SAYS "𝐈𝐓'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄". NO, SIR, I THINK I'D RATHER CHOKE. OH, I'LL BE FINE. 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐁 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.

𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄. 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍. 𝐖𝐄'𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 '𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋.

[airxn]

tim gives a friendly boop to xavier ! he's smiling :3

𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌. 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌. 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄–

[creaturetaled]

“ok but i can’t be the only that gets mad when soap looks n’smells like food but i’m not allowed to EAT IT!!” Teiga to whomever u prefer uwu

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐀 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏. FT. @oblyvn.

He would say he doesn't get paid nearly enough to deal with situations like these, but considering he's the OWNER of said hotel, unfortunately it has occurred to Varan that yes, yes he does get paid indeed to deal with situations like this.

The bars of soap don't even look like food, he wants to shout - sure, they are definitely warm vanilla cinnamon scented, and maybe to the untrained eye of a child they might look from a far enough distance to appear something along the lines of maybe an egg - they were only simple oval shapes - he certainly didn't think to have to worry about a grown ass man eating them.

& yet, here he was, one hand on his hip , the other on his temple, rubbing vigorously as he listens to the wailing of the other - in truth, Varan was simply relieved that Teiga hadn't consumed any of the soap, otherwise it would be a trip to the ER, not that he couldn't afford to pay for it, but it would be best not for anyone to call into question the upstanding of the hotel. Well, he supposes he must do something about this, as the receptionist was staring, silently imploring for him to.

' I understand, ' no, he really didn't, ' But I tell you what. How about I buy you some actual food, and that way you don't get the urge to eat the soap in the bathroom. ' he already sees eyes drifting, and hand gently reaches to cup the other's chin in between fingers, tugging him so he stares over. ' What do you say? '

[irnmaw]

* 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄   /    house of dragons starter for @lazarushours​ .

“ 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎? “   mirth edged at the corners of her brims, softening cold features. a wolf pup after her own heart, wild & fever spirited. much of her own time as a pup could be found in the youngling’s eyes; 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝. needlework, the art of dance & false pleasantries, was meant for the soft. a nature not to be found in the elder, never had it been so, & surely it shall not be evermore. mayhaps not for her dear niece as well. “ you do have the will for it, mayhaps you shall become one in your coming days. “ allow your fire to burn, don’t quench it. 

[viscardiac]

A season left of summer - X

𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: "But know this,” she rose an eyebrow. “I think Ceryse Hightower a poor match for the prince.” “And should Aella, a babe, suit him better?” He shook his head with a smile, pulling Visenya closer. “She just might.” “Let her be. Soon, Lady Ceryse shall give him an heir to care for, and this shall be long forgotten.” “I do hope you’re right,” Visenya sighed, leaning on his chest. But I don’t think you are, she thought.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.185

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: pregnancy, i guess

𝐗 - 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍?

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 || 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

The ride on Balerion to Pentos had been long and tiresome. Or maybe Aella was just tired. After all, it seemed to be a constant those last few days, and Aella had fallen asleep more than once while on the ride. Balerion was warm under her, Maegor warm behind her, steering the dragon on the right direction whilst holding her in place. She’d rode behind him when they flew to Dragonstone, but he wanted to take the additional precaution for a longer trip.

Everything seemed taken care of in Pentos, certainly courtesy of Queen Visenya. The rooms set out for her in the place they would be staying were wide and spacious, but as different in style from theirs on Dragonstone as a warhorse was from a giraffe. Aella didn't dislike them, but that was not home. Maybe it was the temporariety of it. She knew they would return to King’s Landing, to Dragonstone, and all the scenarios she grew up on would be hers to wander on again.

Aella sighed, looking around for what things needed to be changed on the bedroom. If those were to be her living quarters for the next five years, she would likely go through the rest of her pregnancy and childbirth in there. If she was lucky enough, likely more than once. Her children would learn to to walk, to talk on that house. Five years were a long time.

Aella felt Maegor’s hands on her shoulders from behind her, and relaxed a bit in her place before sighing. He didn’t hate it, per se, either, but it wasn’t Dragonstone.

"You will be attended to, as befits your station."

She nodded, expecting him to continue, but he never did. At some point, the silence became unbearable enough for her to fill it herself.

"I believe we are allowed visitors, so I shall expect them," Aella put a hand over his right one, looking up to find his face unreadable. "I look forward to seeing Queen Visenya again," she added.

"My mother will be here when my son is due," he nodded, staring back at her. He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and looked at the wide windows facing the sea with a sigh. "The view is better at Dragonstone. The sun rises in the wrong place here."

She opened her mouth to answer, but ended up not saying anything. Aella jumped in place slightly, which was duly noted by him. Maybe something was wrong, after all. 

"What is it?" He raised an eyebrow at her. She breathed in, with a small smile, and Maegor decided nothing was wrong after all.

"I will require your hand," Aella announced, still looking up at him.

"Why?"

Her face scrunched up to a frown, holding out her hand insistently. Stifling a laugh, Maegor raised a hand for her, which was promptly taken. She placed it over the round of her stomach, still not very large, but there, and heard his breath quicken when he felt the slight movement under his palm. It was faint, likely stronger and easier for her to feel than him, but there. A very alive child, which for him was starting to seem impossible while the years went by and Ceryse remained without a child. It would be a lie if he said he hadn’t heard the suggestion the barren one was him and not Ceryse, always on his back, for no one had the courage to suggest it to his face. And he had considered it, once or twice. Silently, not ever saying it out loud, because the problem had to be Ceryse. And that, Aella’s child, his child, was proof enough that he had been ultimately right.

For her, a woman young, in the face of a new marriage, where everything seemed just as new, it wasn’t the same. Aella hadn’t known the disappointment of years in wait, or multiple miscarriages and stillbirths. Though with Ceryse it had only been the wait, after all. Maybe that was what people said pretentiusly about glowing. His new wife certainly looked as if she could glow about any minute while she held his hand in place or moved it slightly to accompany the movement. For her, there was no sense of relief, only the happiness that came with knowing the babe was progressing well. If her gods were good, maybe they’d never have her know what was the relief he felt.

“Your son doesn’t like long travels,” she breathed, being pulled closer. Maegor didn’t remove his hand, however, and was kicked again, stronger that time. Aella leaned against him, careful not to move too much.

“He is large for his age,” he answered at last.

“As his father was. If Queen Visenya is to be believed.” Aella looked up at him, head pressed against his chest. “I will be huge before he is born, though. I’m not as tall as she is.”

The thought seemed amusing to him. Aella saw the sparkle on his eyes, hoping it was not her imagination, though likely it wasn’t. Lady Ceryse had tried and had no success for too long. To think he would finally see a child of his, alive and well, had to be something. And it was her child. Not a babe born to his previous wife, not a son born to another woman, her child. There was something petty about the idea, and Aella rejoiced in it. Felt right, despite all that had happened.

“I’m sure the room is large enough to accomodate a huge woman. If it doesn’t, another can be found.” Maegor laughed, low.

“Then that will be your responsibility,” she shrugged. “This is your son, after all.”

***

“My dearest Aella,

Please know that the order of exile was not meant for you, but for your father’s brother. He has overstepped on his wish to absorb your claim as the king’s firstborn child by marriage, and such thing could not go past unpunished. I hope you understand that you are always welcome in your home despite him, even more so in such a vulnerable moment on a woman’s life. Rhaena tells me you are with child, a boy nonetheless, which made us very happy on your behalf. We wish for you to return, so you can be better cared for when your labors come.

Your mother, Queen Alyssa.”

“Is this a joke?” Aella frowned, looking from the letter to her husband, who was visibly angry about it, but seemed to find it hilarious nonetheless. It was insulting enough that she suggested it was a matter of a political claim, which would still be hers marriage or not, but the insistence on her return was adding insult to injury. Not only that, but the presumption she wouldn’t be cared for was ridiculous, simply because there would be no maesters from the Citadel involved. “This has to be a joke. There’s no way mother could be this naive,” she bit her lip.

“That is what you got for being her dutiful daughter,” Maegor huffed, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes, dark purple and darker with the taunting of her mother. “She thinks she still owns you. You act like she still owns you.”

“She does. I do. I shouldn’t.” Aella shook her head softly. It was the first letter she got after she arrived, and it made her heart sink to her knees. It was just another try to get her to come back and be under her mother’s influence again. Have her tell Aella how to be a woman, how to be a wife, how to be a mother, how to raise her children. It felt offensive, something of a burn against her chest. “She can send her maesters should she want to. I won’t return until the time is over.” She rubbed a hand over her belly. Her mother was the like to take her child and attempt to raise it on her own, she knew it deep down. It was for the best that she left.

“Good,” he nodded, grabbing the letter from her hands and readily throwing it onto the hearth. Aella would protest, but maybe it was better that way. She needed no reminders of that sort. The stress was bad for the babe.

***

Vhagar stared while Queen Visenya climbed down of her saddle to meet her son and good-daughter. She seemed very high in spirits despite the long flight, and Aella presumed it had to do with her babe. It had, after all, been a long while that she had waited along with Maegor for a grandchild.

“So I am told I am to have a grandson,” she declared, arms open to greet them. Maegor seemed disappointed not to be the priority in her speech, but didn’t say anything. That was his son to showcase too, one that he’d wanted for too long. He put his hands on Aella’s shoulders and she, a hand over her stomach, unconsciously. His wife seemed glad at the sight of the Queen Dowager, and therefore, he presumed his child to be well. 

“If we are to believe the gossiping of the maids on Dragonstone, then yes,” he answered, feeling skeptical about it himself though believing it nonetheless. Who knew about the babe if not the gods? The maids could be right after all. He hoped they were.

Queen Visenya nodded, marching sternly in their direction, though there was a softness in her face. Like her son, she was taller than Aella would ever be, but her presence was a comforting one, safe in a way only women could be to other women. She took Aella’s hands in hers, squeezing them delicately.

“And what do you think your child to be, my daughter?” She smiled, and Aella smiled back. “The mother tends to be right about her own child.”

She laid her head against the hand on her right shoulder, squeezing her good-mother’s hands back. Though having a daughter of her own was a very tangible possibility, she hadn’t thought about it until then. She supposed that was the feeling that mattered, wasn’t it?

“I believe it to be a son, my Queen. Should the gods allow me one.”

“The gods know better than to defy your lord husband,” Visenya laughed, as she gave her hand a last pat before letting go.

***

“I am obliged by duty to tell you your lady mother wishes for your safe return, as she claims, for the sake of the child,” Queen Visenya started, sipping her tea. She wasn’t going to lie, it seemed odd to see her son put what looked like a million plates of finger foods in front of his wife, but she didn’t seem to mind that. Maybe it had become commonplace as she grew rounder with child. “I don’t think you will, though, nor would I in your place.”

“Is this all you came for?” Maegor frowned, arms crossed after putting another plate of sweets in front of Aella. She recognized the frustration in his voice, but decided it was his to handle. “To deliver the message?”

Queen Visenya raised an eyebrow, picking up a small cake with two fingers.

“And to see how the two of you had settled in. It’s important the mother feels comfortable in whichever activity she chooses to perform during her term.” It sounded like a warning to him, and Maegor seemed to acknowledge it. There would be no confinement unless necessary. “I will be here for a fortnight, but will be sure to return before the child is due. I am not devoid of duties in King’s Landing, after all.”

“I would be happy to have you here,” Aella smiled, biting at another tiny sandwich. “There is limited company to be found, and that will be even more true once I am in the last weeks.”

“Is my son not suffocating you with all this food?” The queen sighed, looking from her up to him, sitting next to his wife like a guard dog.

“Nonsense. She must eat to keep her strenght,” he frowned again. His mother didn’t seem satisfied with his answer, and pressed on with her silence.

“I don’t mind it,” Aella shrugged, after a while. “I’ve felt hungry since i stopped feeling nauseous. Sometimes it comes back, but then it leaves me.”

“Good.” Queen Visenya stared sternly at her son, who crossed his arms in defiance. While the protest seemed childish to her, she remembered seeing a similar scene too many years before when Rhaenys had carried her son, however disappointing a man he grew up to be after she was gone. She would have wanted to be here, she thought, with a sigh. She would have wanted to meet her first grandchild, the princess, as she now waited to meet hers, the princess’ babe. But Rhaenys had fallen in Dorne, and Aegon had died from a stroke. She was all that was left. The child her good-daughter carried was Rhaenys’ line and hers come to a merge. There was a pride in it she didn’t know she still had in her.

[ask-shadow-milk-cookie]

Bites off half of your hair and eats it

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔

*𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 *

[frightesa]

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 independent & selective multimuse blog. featuring muses from various fandoms such as fear street, twilight, hannibal, and bridgerton. triggering material will be present. minors & non-mutuals dni. interactions exclusive to mutuals twenty-one and up. conjured by kaeli. they/she. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 © ©

[ruinrisen]

@byakugoseal​ ​     𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃     :         Can I kiss you?

                                                                                           (  x  ) 

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 his veins & sin plagues him like a gross disease . ( you don’t deserve it . YOU DON’T DESERVE IT . ) & chilled sweat drips down his back , his body stilled from years of unrelenting training in motionlessness . he’s thankful she asked , but has no satisfactory answer , even to himself . can she kiss him ?         he’s not in the mood  .  he doesn’t want to say no . the atmosphere has gone painfully quiet . he shuffles his arms to his lap .  .  .  .  .  .  .  he needs to respond . she probably feels something akin to shit waiting on him like this , anticipating rejection already , unable to cope or deal with it , or even respect it , since he can’t form words from his mouth . 

he doesn’t want to be disappointing . he always kind of feels a bit disappointing . how idiotic it is to know & receive love , yet not allow oneself to experience it . he does sometimes , when he’s brave , & he figures at this point she knows it’s best to ask always , what with his  .  .  .  wishy - washy attitude in regards to whatever you’d call their relationship .

                                                             ❛   uh .   ❜

words , words , what are words ? not something that tends to come to mind when he needs it most , that much is for certain . he swallows a pit in his stomach , & overwhelming thoughts flood his mind with no sense of vacancy . he’s messing up , now , he’s truly fucking this up -- not just for him , but for sakura as well . she didn’t deserve it . perhaps it’s better if he pushed her away entirely , yet his selfish loneliness would plead that perhaps he shouldn’t . he enjoys her company greatly . 

her beauty washes over him like a wave capturing infinite particles of sand & sweeping it under into the build of a tsunami . his face turns pink & his mouth goes dry . now she definitely wouldn’t want to kiss him . 

he stands quickly , & somewhat awkwardly , adjusting to being on his feet , & turns a direction opposite of her brilliance . she was blinding in his world of darkness . at time , it was too much radiance for a creature of the dark to bear . still , he wishes he could be more like her . simply shining . 

                                                             ❛   i’m not feeling well .   ❜

he’d dodge the question , feigning illness ( perhaps of the body , more likely of the mind ) , & begin an escape from her . his conscious has a hard time adjusting to the idea of being loved , not just by family , but by a partner in  .  .  .  romance ( ? ) .

he will never be enough for her . 

                             at least , these are the thoughts that infect his mind so often .

[ask-shadow-milk-cookie]

𝐘𝐄𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 *𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄*

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐮~

Cake for shadow milk. He might be hungry