#. ummmm first of all. how dare you ????

[severedleft]

each of his children wore the disparaged faces of his failures [ ... ] three ever present reminders of each of the mistakes he made during their upbringings , and mistakes he will only continue making. ( the question is: will he admit to them before he's buried six feet deep into the dirt ? ) WORRY NOT , DEAR READER. there lies a bloodied heart within the fractured ribcage of the man standing before his only son ; perhaps it is hidden behind thick branches of ivory and perpetually punctured , but it is in fact still beating. though a shard breaks from the root each time he looks at harry [ ... ] it's always as if he's staring into his own reflection. NOT A SINGLE SOUL WOULD DARE QUESTION THEIR KINSHIP. the blood that binds them is not only confined to the oceanic blue of their eyes , nor the near black of their hair —— no , it isn't always as obvious as something a quick glance would offer.

it's in the way they walk , entering any room with a demanding presence. it's in the anger that rattles within their chests , a generational trait passed down to each of their men on a chain not yet broken. it's in the good that blossomed in their core while being protected by a shield of ice [ ... ] though perhaps his had completely frozen over and withered away in a painful death. all of these things were nothing if not hereditary.

@hookd: was i not good enough ? worthy of being loved ? were you ashamed or just afraid ?

AND IT WAS HERE THAT HE FELT A CRACK. a sickening split straight down the middle of the muscle thumping an unsteady rhythm. james knew very well that sometimes the only thing a boy truly needed [ ... ] was his father. so why couldn't he give his child the one thing he himself had been cruelly deprived of ? ❛❛ ashamed ? ❜❜ a scoff of disbelief followed. ( he loved his children. he loved them. he loved them. perhaps he loved himself more. ) and the word perched itself on the tip of his tongue ; BUT UPON DECIDING IT TASTED TOO MUCH LIKE POISON , he swallowed it instead. ❛❛ i've never been ashamed of you , harry. you're my son —— and the strongest damned brat i've ever met. ❜❜

[simp-ly-writes]

Love is Blind

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Smosh Games is making another title in the smash hit board game series, love is blind, but is it all fun and games- or will you actually end up winning something worth a lot more?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, super tooth-rotting fluff, part social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at humour, a bit chaotic but the vibes are there.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,570

─ · · A/N: let us all thank the anon that sent this request it! 😊

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"Hello everyone and welcome to the Smosh Games channel today we will be finding out is definitively, is love truly blind? And as you can all see, I am joined here with (name), Amanda, Arasha, Olivia, Spencer, Chance, and Trevor for the first time in this shows history!" Angela introduces the viewer as you all way and cheer for Trevor who hides behind his wine glass with a playful smile.

"How are we all feeling today?" Angela asks the table and Amanda leads first. "Heyyyy, My names Amanda I'm 25 and my friends told me to come on this show. I ummmm, am from New York, yaaa! And I love to party, I work as a marketing assistant!"

"Hi, I'm Olivia, 44, I was told we win money on this show-?" Amanda leans over whispering a loud no, and you laugh as her shoulder drop. "Well, I was going to be on this show to win but now I'm just here for the drama and if I find love, great, whatever- I work as a scientist, can make more money."

"Hello, Name's Trevor and I work in digital media, I-uh am 20-something and love to cook!"

"Its Arasha and I am 20, this is being filmed and Europe so don't you dare take this glass away from me! I work in Digital media as well and if my first date is a walk on the beach, just know that there won't be a second date, m-kay?"

"Sup, I'm straight-Chance and you all have no-chance if I'm the other one in a love triangle. I am 22 and work as an actor, catch me in films you never knew about!"

"I'm Angela, 50, sales, have been divorced thrice and am looking for my fourth special-someone."

"Ummm, hi? I'm (name) i'm (age), and work also in Digital Media. I-uh love table-top games and yeah"

"Hi, I'm Spencer, 33, and also love table-top gaming..." You and Spencer both look at one another with a smile before looking towards Angela as she quickly goes over the rules and the game commences.

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Early on, you were not matching with anyone and that was making you nervous. Sure it was a silly game in all but you were competitive nonetheless and seeing as Olivia, Amanda, and Chance all had multiple connections while you had one and nearly a half, you knew that your odds didn't look great.

"Okay!" it was your turn to read out a question card. "For a date I would: A. Rather stay inside, B. Go out to Dinner. C. Go for a Walk-"

"Fuck the walk," Olivia slammed her card down before you could even show your decision, the cast erupted with laughter as you didn't bat an eyelash and turned over your card. "I said A. Stay Inside. I was thinking we could have a movie night at home or just order in. More intimate that way," you explain. Suddenly feeling the reality of the game come to life as you nervously waited on your peers answers.

"the results are in and only one A... hm" you commented, checking it off on your card with a small from. This unknown person was really running away with your scorecard, only one more point and you could propose- potentially winning the game. It was time to lock it in.

Round after round, question after question, you and this person were connecting effortlessly, it even had you questioning if you had both broken the game by how in-sync your answers were. So much so that the other members of cast started wiggling their eyebrows in your direction as your cheeks warmed.

"Okay guys! Its only just a game but a game I do intend to win!"

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So focused on creating a strategy to match your unknown match, you were none the wiser to Angela calling out your name multiple times.

"C'mon you are sounding like my ex-wives, never listening to me. Please stand up, I have something to say, no one else is playing the purple character" Angela yelled across the table, pointing in your face as you held your hands up and walked around to stand in front of the table.

"(name), even though we both have not known one another for long, I have fallen so in love with you. More in love than my other two, or was it three wives? and however many children I father... just know that I want to have you be mine. Please marry me?" Angelas voice cracks near the end, she conceals her laughter by biting her shoulder as you bring up your hands to your mouth to do the same.

Your eyes are clouding in tears before you burst out in laughter and say no, watching as she collapses to her side and bellows out dramatic cries before standing back up and asking Olivia to come over, they both end up getting engaged.

"I would actually like to call someone forward. If the blue character could greet me at the front, please." And to your shock (and internal horror yet delight), Spencer steps forwards, your eyes wide as saucers as he smiles at you. Forgetting what to do Spencer looks down, reminding you to propose much to everyones enjoyment and your embarrassment as Tommy shouts out from behind the camera, "Could love truly be blind???"

"Shut-up, please! Spencer, I-uh. Well we have connected a lot over this game, we see eye-to-eye and have formed a meaningful connection over these hours that have felt like years. I never knew someone could match my freak, so to speak and would you do me the honour of marrying me?" you take the ring out of your back pocket, presenting it to Spencer who appears to have the blush of his own.

You both stand their still in that moment, forgetting the cast, crew, and cameras, "yes, I do- I mean yes I will marry you." Standing up to place the ring on his finger, you both hug and hold each other for a moment too long for what should be a cut scene before taking to your seats.

In all honesty, you both forget that you are still holding each others hands after the cut-scene and it carries through to the end of the game.

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The drama continues yet for you and Spencer, it was smooth sailing as you both did not go out looking for a 'better connection' and end up making it to your wedding day. you keep having to remind yourself that this is a mere fantasy, a game but it feels too real as Spencer takes your hands in his own, smiling and whispering jokes for only you to hear as Tommy reads out your vows.

"And do you, Spencer, take (name) to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"yes, I do," Spencer says, placing the ring on your finger, bringing it up to his face for a kiss as your face heats up more than it has all game. "And (name) do you take Spencer to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"I do." And the cast and crew all stand and cheer as in that moment you both debate on kissing one another. "Are you playing?-"

"Never," Spencer eases your worries, "could I kiss you?" he asks in a soft tone, wanting to cherish the moment you both know to be real.

"Yes, please." And then his lips are on your own, the world silenced yet again, his had cupping your cheek as you lean into his touch.

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When the cameras cut, your lips still tingling and your face set with an unmoving smile that Spencer mirrors. You two are the only ones left on the set as Spencer leans against the table, "I know this seems a bit weird considering that we're married-" you laugh before asking him to continue with hopeful eyes as he reaches out to hold your hand, you accept, fingers intertwining.

"Would you want to go out sometime?"

"Yes, I would really like that."

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spennser first date and just married, quite the day! w/@.yourusername

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yourusername you forgot engaged too*

↳ spennser sorry my bad 😞

username24 if you two didn't end up going out after THAT episode, I would believe that love is dead, not blind... or well maybe both idk

Ianhecox this post is doing numbers, please make more videos together, we need these profit margins 🙏

co_mill you two are so cute, can't wait for when you actually get married! 🥹

↳ spennser who says that that wedding was fake? 🤨 ↳ co_mill no, you are correct. I have no idea what I was saying earlier, beautiful ceremony, now can I have your spouse? ↳ spennser no ❤️

username88 no @.username01 comments?? What in the world is happening here??

trevorevarts cograts, cograts, congrats, and congrats (I think I got them all?)

anthonypadilla I leave smosh again for one day to go to the doctors and now another pair of you are getting married, wtf?

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─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1 @babble2 @delaneyburghardt @thevintagefangirl @uniquely-haunting @maricarorp @sarahskywalker-amidala

[simpforfandoms]

clark's wife like giving birth and he's trying his hardest to support her and shes just like stfu but in a nice way

yes yes yes! I'm totally binge watching shameless so this is kinda like when v gives birth. Got a bit carried away, but this is still a drabble

masterlist

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"You're doing amazing honey!" Clark says beside you holding your hand.

"How would you know?" You snap

"Because you're making all the right sounds. Remember that birthing video with the girl making all the buffalo noises? You're making those noises."

You roll your eyes as you let out a groan.

"Would you like to stand around here with us?" The doctors ask Clark.

"No I'm good" He quickly replies.

You almost get offended, "You don't want to watch?" you ask

"Oh, honey, I was over there earlier and it's real gory, lllike a horror movie, I'd rather stay with you." He says as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

You groan once more.

"You know-" he starts

"Yeah?"

"Bruce says that in some cultures men aren't even allowed near the birth, just a bunch of women in tents, which makes sense, because I would be so much more useful if I was out hunting moose or something…" He rants.

"Clark?" You ask on the verge of punching him.

He hums.

"Please shut the fuck up."

"Oh yeah okay."

.

Clark is cradling the beautiful baby boy as you sit and watch from the hostipal bed.

“I’m gonna call you super baby” Clark tells him, the baby giggles in his dads arms, Clark look towards you, “he likes it”

“Please do not call our son super baby”

“Awww why not it’s cute.” He whines

“That be like you calling me super wife.”

“Well you are a super wife.” He shrugs

You roll your eyes as Kara and Martha walk in and steal the baby from Clark.

“Oh he’s just adorable. Have you decided on a name” Kara coos

“Super baby.” Clark states

“No it’s Jon, you dork.” You call out

“Hey don’t call me a dork!”

“Whatever, dork.”

“How is it that you two have been together for almost 10 years yet you still act like children.” Martha laughs

“Oh come on Ma, you and Pa were just like this.” Clark says as he steals the baby back and hands him to you.

Martha just laughs. Young love.

“Hey, I think we should tell Barry we named him after him” you whisper into his ear

He laughs, “whatever you want sweetheart.”

.

You and Clark take Jon to the next JL meeting. Barry’s the first one that comes up to you.

“Oh. My. God. He is so adorable!!!! Whats his name?”

“Barry.” You say confidently.

Barry’s face lights up, “you named him after me?!?!?”

“No his name is Jon. But I promise the next one we’ll name after you” Clark says.

“For realz?”

“For realz”

You laugh as Barry walks away, “you’re out of your mind if you think I’m gonna have another one” you whisper to him

He shrugs, “we’ll see about that” He leans down to give you a kiss.

.

5 years later and your back in the hospital giving birth.

“Get this thing out of me!!” You scream

“Honey it’s gonna be okay” Clark says holding your hand

“Curse you! And curse your stupid sperm!” You yell at him

“Uncle Bruce what’s sperm?” Jon looks up at Bruce from outside the room.

“Ummmm when a mommy and daddy love eachother very much-“

“Don’t you dare give my son the sex talk Bruce!” Clark yells from the delivery room

You scream again

“Is mommy gonna be okay?” He asks

Bruce shrugs, “probably, maybe. She has a 17.4 to 100,000 chance of dying.”

“Dying? She’s gonna die?!?” Jon screams.

“Uhhhh”

“One last push, you’re almost there” the doctor says.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for doing this to me.” You scream at Clark as you push

Crying erupts the room. It’s finally over. 15 hours of excruciating pain.

“Congratulations it’s a healthy baby girl.”

They weigh her, Clark cuts her cord, you hold her for a bit then they take her away to clean her.

“You still wanna kill me?”

“We’ll see.” You say as he leans down to kiss you.

As he pulls away he says, “We have to name her Bartholomew now.”

“No.”

“C’mon shes just like him.”

“No if she was this would be a fast labor, she’s just like me.”

“You’re right she is stubborn” he jokes

“that’s why we’re going to name her Y/n jr.” You state as a matter of fact.

“We can name her that but we couldn’t name Jon super baby?”

You shrug

..

Years later..

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

“Yeah but your mom wouldn’t let me.”

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

[subbytcklslut]

First Tickle Session (11/08/2024)

My first tickle session with @dca101

I'm going to do my best to recount everything, but frankly there was so much going on and I know I can't accurately run through every single second.

So, I'd been anticipating this session all week, it was my first REAL tickle session. It had me completely nervous in the best and excited way possible. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have butterflies as the hours ticked down closer and closer.

So of course when he got here we had a moment of just chilling, talking a bit. I got a hug which definitely helped put me at ease. We started slow, him just getting a quick tickle in here and there. I wore shorts, a bralette and a thin spaghetti strap tank. I wanted to be tame but also leave as much ticklish real estate exposed as possible, so yeah at one point the tank came off. I actually had shoes and socks on starting out, so he focused on my thighs and my hips. Working his way up and teasing my sides and finding out how ticklish my underarms are. It was all gentle tickling, some rough tickles mixed in and I can't believe how giggly I was already becoming.

Fun fact, he teased my neck a fair bit( which is a turn on for me) but ummmm he glided his hands along the backs of my shoulders which we both then discovered is weirdly ticklish. Needless to say he had to test every inch between my neck and shoulder blades. Meanwhile I'm scrunched up and trying to squirm away from it. He oh so RUDELY honed in on my knees with some nibbles. Lucky I didn't jerk from how mean and ticklish it was.

He eased me in to some of the tickle toys. The vibrating feather particularly tickly to my stomach and ummm breasts 🫣. I have found my ultimate weakness though in that pure torture device that is the double pronged flosser thing. Doesn't matter where it touched, I was a giggling and squirming mess. He gave me a break from that evil little tool, but it was time to experience my first taste of foot worship.... I can't believe how much I liked it. Feeling my toes in his mouth was actually kinda hot and it tickled the tiniest bit. Then the oil came out! He tested the ticklishness of my feet without oil on one and oil on the other, with the addition of the hairbrush(the only tickle tool I experienced until this point). He discovered an absolute death spot that was my toes and proceeded to call ME a liar for having thought the spot under my toes was the worst. Totally not my fault, so I was subjected to some torture on my poor toes with multiple tools.

Turns out, I'm certain areas I'm also very lickilsh. Um the underarms 😨 and my poor soles.

Of course my sassy and bratty self couldn't help it at times to bite back and it resulted in me getting pinned down(holy fuck was that hot and got more than it's fair share of moans) while he tickled my upper body. His teasing tickle talk only driving me more crazy and to more laughter. He got me to admit what a ticklish toy I am and um excuse me but how dare 😤💀

It wasn't until 3 hours in that the restraints came out. We kept it easy, rope and some good cushioned restraints. My heart was absolutely pounding with anticipation as I lay there while he secured me. Testing my mobility by tickling my foot, my thighs, my underarms. The real ticklish panic set in when I realized I couldn't stop or squirm or hide any tickle spots.

For all my bratiness he had to dole out some punishment to my oiled and secured feet,using each tool he had and really going to town with them. Again, that double pronged flosser is my weakness, followed very closely by grooming gloves 😵‍💫🫣 I was warned these toys were going to be intense but nothing can prepare you for them. Even writing this my toes are scrunching as I remember what happened. He had me so much in lee headspace that I couldn't help but beg and laugh. All the while just adding enough teasing torture to bring a whimper from me.

I'll admit, we had some NSFW tickles... Again that evil fucking flosser right along my pussy. The moans and laughter from me were embarrassing to say the least 🫣 but I fucking enjoyed every minute of that agony. We ended our session with one last vigorous torture to my feet, that evil fiend).

But honestly, the sweetest fucking thing was how caring and gentle he was. He made sure to give me breaks to breathe, letting me adjust to each new ticket sensation. Making sure I was okay with what happened and not pushing boundaries that I had set. He really helped ease me into my first session and I couldn't have asked for a better first time. He's an absolute teddy bear of a guy and snuggling him as both of our aftercare had me grinning ear to ear.

More sessions will definitely be happening and I'm damn lucky y'all 🫠

[weebsinstash]

You brought this on yourself. Bringing up Al and Doggy Darling.

Before the show was out(might've changed sense idk), Viv said Al used to actually have a fear of dogs but now only dislikes them. And I live for the idea of Al struggling with that a little bit.

Al with Dog Darling who he expects to be a total slob who can hardly keep focus, only for them to be neat and dedicated to doing any tasks given to them.

Al with a Dog Darling who constantly feels the need to do things for others even to their own detriment.

Al who falls for Dog Darling who acts more like a cat than a dog. Having learned to mute their reactions to things and who is 'ok' with being alone in fear of being used. With him wanting to eventually have them always with him or at his home, never wanting them to lift a finger.

I hate that my first instinct is always to swerve in the opposite direction but "what if Alastor had a dislike of dogs and he expects them to be a dumb slob" AND WHAT IF YOU ARE

Alastor: --and I always do enjoy adding a nice mirepoix to my dishes, although I suppose one of my favorites is a classic crawfish étoufée! Always reminds me of home!

Dog darling: ummmm.... I love pizza rolls and corn dogs! 😋 and mac n cheese!

Alastor and his lovably simple, lovably dim dog darling, with all the more extra nuances and caveats if you've got the soulmate trope in there (I've just really been huffing that gas lately ykwim? The, mechanism for them to feel metaphysically attached to you, their obsession kinda lowkey justified/explained by your sorta-soulbond, them feeling like they need to take care of you "because they're supposed to as your partner "). Alastor who thinks you're just so adorable but maybe just maybe cringes in secondhand embarrassment at some of the things that you do. Alastor who thinks, oh, you're actually so charming and, he sees quite the potential in you, but... he just needs to... fix you up a little bit... fine tune you... grind down some of those rougher edges to polish you up nice and pretty--

Also. Just. You know. The thematic lowkey flirting and menace in him like, saying he has to tame you/train you if you act against him. Having you in literal restraints just like he would with Husk and calling you a bad dog because you like. Snuck off to go to the club. Or hang out with friends he doesn't approve of.

I like my apples and oranges in my fiction and that means that on top of having yandere that love every part of you, I also think of yandere who meet you and think "oh no, honey, oh my gosh let me help you, I need to save you from yourself, what the fuck are you even doing here, just look at the state you're in" which, actually, I have a Velvette post deeper in my drafts I need to dig up, but. Like. Alastor falling for/getting drawn to/soulmated with a dog darling who is just kinda. Rowdy. Dare I say, a little trashy. Like idk, my mind conjures up an image of like, for a woman I guess it would be something similar to, you swear all the time, he doesn't like how you dress, he thinks you hang out with too many guys/the wrong types of guys, you may have an outright fratbro personality. Idk. You're just loud and rambunctious and he thinks you could be just the cutest little lady if he could just... give you a little coaching

But also. Cute lovable dog Darling who, obviously he's not entirely heartless but you just completely Flip His Switch with how sweet and loving you are to him, you just really make him feel soft and gooey. You could just be meeting him for the first time and be wagging your tail in excitement and holding your hand out for a handshake and you don't even mildly conceptualize he's, um, a cannibal serial killer. But then Alastor immediately realizes, oh no, honey, you can't be this sweet to people down here! The people down here are just AWFUL! They're terrible! The dregs of society! He can't let this sweet little pup meet some unfortunate accident involving some methed-out vagrants or something! Guess you'll have to be his little lap dog so he can keep a close eye on you. Meanwhile you're just like "!!!! Best friend!!! Thank you for being so nice to me, it's so scary down here and i was so lonely and scared before you came along 🥺"

Vox 🤝 Reader talking/getting rowdy during TV/media solidarity. Absolutely love the idea of Reader somehow becoming besties with Vox and Alastor is just BEYOND MAD because, he's trying to make you more sophisticated and, "bring out your true potential" and you're sneaking out to chug mountain dew baja blast and smoke weed with his arch nemesis while the two of you, like, marathon older seasons of Family Guy (also just envision your mental image of Dog Reader just like, excitedly being like, "oh! It's Vox! Vox! Vox! Hey Vox! Vox!" And trying to get his attention while he's on a jumbotron or something, basically saying his name like a bark, like, Alastor having old timey cartoon steam coming out of his ears while Vox is just obviously smitten with your adorable clueless ass because your tail is wagging and you're so excited to see your super cool TV friend 😋❤️ Alastor forced to watch you have total chemistry with Vox because you can talk about TV and video games amd Alastor is getting progressively enraged because HOW LONG have you guys been hanging out without him knowing??? And Vox didn't even know you knew Alastor he just legitimately liked your vibe

Reader being inevitably somewhat dehumanized and while he does adore you and want you all for himself it really almost sort of IS like you're a pet to him. He decides what you wear, what you eat, what you do, and most importantly, he really, really, REALLY doesn't like it when other people try and touch his dog :)

[hellgirlthings]

“hmmm no i think i need another one” eddie mockingly pouts. it’s been a full hour of this- eddie trying to keep you from leaving the trailer by demanding you give him kisses because apparently you had “neglected him of kisses” up until now, or at least that’s what he said. you couldn’t say no to him, not when he looked at you with those big, brown eyes that pissed you off because how dare he look so cute all the time?

anyways, you end up giving him another kiss- by which you ended it with a mumbled “okay now cut it out, ‘m serious” but you weren’t actually serious, both of you knew that but didn’t dare utter a word.

“but you love me, right? so you’re gonna stay here, right?” he whines, still caging you whilst the both you lay on his bed. you giggle, and he nuzzles against the crook of your neck- his nose dragging up and down as his lips follow, pressing small kisses in attempt to persuade you.

you sigh softly, hands moving up to his hair to comb your fingers through it. smiling, even though he can’t see it, when you coax a satisfied groan out of him for it. you’d abandoned the idea of leaving when he asked for a kiss the first time, and yeah maybe you should tell him that but it’s cute when he gets all sappy and whiny like this- not that he’d ever admit to it though.

after a few minutes of him complaining dramatically about how ‘you’re leaving him all alone’ and that ‘he’s going to perish from heartbreak as he watches the love of his life leave him’- you “give in” with a exasperated sigh, giggling once he gives you a theatrical gasp

“what gift my princess has bestowed upon me! how may i demonstrate how oh so grateful i am?” he booms, and you’re sure that anyone in a 100 meter radius can hear him. you snicker in response, rolling your eyes playfully before you tut, pretending to think deeply.

“ummmm how ‘bout that thing you did yesterday night? y’know, the one with the tongue? need to see if i like it or not just to make sure” you lilt, causing eddie’s brows to shot up only for a second before the most devious smirk etches itself on his lips.

“ah yes, purely to make sure” he mocks “whatever my lady wants, she gets” he adds slyly, kissing you to drown out your laugh.

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 25

Hi Friends!!

It has been... a week. I didn't get a whole lot of reading done. But I did absolutely adore every single thing I read this week. I think, if I can count, I read 12 new fics this week. Also tried out yet another new format: Author summaries (or my quick one if there wasn't one) included with the rec.

As always you can find all of my previous fic recs here. Feel free to tag me in your fics and I'll add them to my TBR (please understand that my TBR is long as hell and it might take a while for me to get to it)

Fic recs below the (baby) Pedro!

Me and My Husband a Din series by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

This is the first married!Din series I’ve ever seen (not saying it doesn’t exist, but I haven’t seen it), so this is for my infidelity loving Din Girlies. I love how awkward and just plain bad at flirting Din is in this. And you’ll hear this a lot from me in my reblogs but POOR MAY!! I’m so excited for the rest of this series. 

Oh, Honey a Joel series by @lincolndjarin 

Summary: you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

Oh look Gin is reading another monsterfucking fic…. Shocker. But anywayyyy, I love the buildup in this. It’s got such a good suspenseful plot. And I love that reader goes a lil off the rails and everyone is fuckin gaslighting her aghhhhhh. Oh also baby Ellie is in this and that is adorable. The lore and the worldbuilding in this are to die for, I feel like I’m reading a mystery novel. 

A Heart For Eating a Joel series by @motherofagony

Summary: a vicious raider attack robs you of human connection and lights a fire of destruction in your life in jackson. joel's fixated on you, and your lives tangle. revenge becomes a needful thing.

I love Joel’s characterization in this so much. He’s a grumpy bastard, but he’s got that wonderful protective caregiver thing going on. If you’re a fan of some mild love as consumption, injured men (and taking care of them (joel)), christ side wounds, and gorgeous storytelling this is the one. 

Go Ahead, I dare ya a Javi P two shot by @chronically-ghosted

Summary: 1. No sex. 2. No touching yourself. 3. No orgasms. 4. No murdering your annoying DEA partner. A Javier Peña-shaped riff on that iconic Star Wars fic.

The TENSION!!!! The BUILDUP!!!! This fic drove me crazy dude. It’s so will they won’t they the whole fucking time right up until they do. Javi is perfectly written and reader is a perfect match for his bullshit. 

Wet Work a Frankie one shot by @loversandantiheroes

Summary: Frankie accidentally discovers how to make you squirt

I???? It’s a fic where Frankie makes you squirt three times like what else do I even have to say? It’s on your kitchen table! And you call him a good boy! This fic is devastatingly hot. 

Frankie Breathplay Drabble a Frankie drabble by @ozarkthedog 

Summary: Frankie chokes you while you ride him

Got tagged in this lovely little drabble and ummmm oh my god? Breathplay is a little bit of an understatement for what this is. It borders on dark!frankie (in my personal opinion), which I adore. He’s choking you out while you ride him. Like that’s what’s happening. Asphyxiation but make it sexy. 

Real Gods Require Blood a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

Summary: You think you’re as good as dead when a band of raiders find you. In what you think are your final moments, an angel appears. His name is Joel Miller, and he is here to deliver you from evil.

CULT JOEL! CULT JOEL!!! I love how fucking scary Joel is in this. It’s like if the stuff that happened to canon joel got all mixed up with some religious trauma and made him go a little crazy. I loved this so much. It was quietly terrifying, beautifully written. I love the ending so much too… not gonna spoil it but AHHHH

The Locksmith a The Thief series by @oonajaeadira 

Summary: A Thief you’ve known for years and have conflicting feelings for brings you a gift. The gift is a not only a puzzle in itself, but part of a larger mystery, one only you can crack.

I’m like 3 or 4 chapters into this series and I love it so much. The Thief with a locksmith reader is just such a good idea and I love how he ropes her into situations. He’s such a smooth talker ugh. The opera chapter? Pls. I gotta go finish this series now actually AH. 

The Haunting of Dieter Bravo a Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: "ghosts aren't real, except when they are."

As a paranormal horror slut, it really felt like this fic was written for me… (f’me, if you will, Bea). Dieter being Dieter and reader being done with his shit and then they get HAUNTED. I love it. The suspense is so good. I was actually a lil freaked out. 

Everyone at this party's a vampire a Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: "you look so pretty like this."

This is funny because Dieter is an idiot, but reader is so hot??? Anyway sexy vampire lady lures Dieter’s dumbass into getting murked and it’s wonderful.

Intimidation Tactics a Dave/Marcus P series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, are investigating a case that brings you far too close to something much more dangerous than your average art thief. 

I haven’t quite finished this yet (actually just got to the big action scene), but I am so in love with this fic. I already adore the way Penny writes Marcus, but then we get her Dave too. And Dave has all these elements of movie Dave – badass, sexy, a little scary – but we also get to see him be sweet and protective and playful and I love it so much. And then also I think everyone knows I’m a big ol slut for a MMF fic and the dynamic between Marcus and Dave is so fucking good. Little baby enemies to lovers plotline and GOD their chemistry is off the charts. 

Just Friends a Javi P two shot by @joelsgreys

Summary: You’re planning to have sex for the first time and you’re nervous—Javi offers to show you a thing or two, but just as friends of course.

I really love the way Vee writes Javi, man. He’s arrogant, annoying, rude, snarky… but also protective, sweet, and very ummmm giving. The banter is fuckin unmatched. And the mutual pining? PLEASE. I’m obsessed. 

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Apologies to anyone whose series I normally keep up with... I've been a lil scatterbrained.

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Happy Reading!

[thewondelandifulcafe]

“Just Ask Nicely” ~ Deuce to Ace

Ace: Oh no you don’t give me those muffins!

Y/N: No way! 

Ace: Aw come on! All I ever wanted was one teeny muffin..

Deuce: All you have to do is ask nicely!

*Y/N nodded in agreement*

Ace: What! I never thought of that.

*Y/N and Deuce look at each other*

Ace: (clears throat) May I have a muffin?

Y/N: Whats the magic word

*Y/N getting impatient*

Ace: Abracadabra *laughs a bit*

*Dead Silence*

*Deuce shakes his head*

Ace: Hocus locus! No?

Ace: Ummmm Alakazam!?

*Ace waving his arms like a lunatic*

*Y/N and Deuce getting sick of Ace*

Ace: Okay fine…Please?

Y/N: There! See how easy that was. *gives muffin to Ace*

*Deuce nodded*

Ace: Finally you’re mine!

Sam: Ah finally the delivery!

*Opens door and Ace drops his muffin*

Ace: NO WHY?!

*Rolls to a frog*

Ace: No don’t you dare.

*Frog runs away with it*

Ace: You didn’t…HE DIDN’T ASK NICELY!!

Deuce: Why can he never say please…

Y/N: It’s a mystery

*Hands the muffins to Sam*

I saw this scene and I first thought Jack but he wouldn’t do that Ace feels like a better fit for the role. Also guess what show this is from.

[grogu-explains-it-all]

Hi sweet baby!

You deserve all the little kisses on your cute little forehead x

Are you taking applications for mommies? And what would you be looking for in a mommy?

I really, really do deserve all those kisses!!!

applications for mommies? Ummmm

*eyes slide over to blog admin @grogusmum *

*whispers* That depends? What are your views on making me nap? Plus also candy for first meal? If things don't work out... shh shh here she comes!

Ma'am! How Dare You! I have a Mama Hazel! Who makes sure I get the proper amount of sleeps - even if I am never ever tired - and makes sure I eat "My Greens" which is apparently NOT gummy frogs... or REGULAR frogs- it's leafs :/

*whispers hurriedly* let me know if you have a Differing Parenting Style

[timeladix]

HOW ARE WE FEELING PEOPLE??

The next bit are raw and unfiltered ahsoka spoilers aka my reactions as i watched the first 2 eps:

Ep 1:

-OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT THE WRITING AND THE MUSIC AT THE BEGINING I WANT TO SCREAM IT'S SO STAR WARS

-the 'no jedi' are sooo andnhdhsj

-is that an apple of eden ahsoka???? Why are you searching for ISU artefacts??

-tennant is so akjsjjsjhr like yeah that s his voice alright i can imagine him at a mic doing the voice of Huyang i can almost see his face expressions aljdjsk

-YOU'RE LIKE A SISTER TO ME YESSSS SHE Izzzzz no sabezra canon yaaaaaassss (with no ill will towards any sabezra shippers out there this was just my personal wish bc i don't ship them)

-the nigHT SISTERS OF DARHOMIRRRRR OHHHHHHHH OHHHHHH OHHHHHH MY BELOVED WITCHES MY BELOVED AHHHHJJFJSHDJ

-ahsoka and sabine dynamic is so weirdddd like the resentment is almost tangible

-shin with her scout droid is like maul looking for qoi gon and obi one THE PARALLEL AAAA

Ep 2

-so she is SLIGHTLY force sensitive?? Like jut a tinni tiny bit?? GREAT THAT'S WHAT WE WANT TO HEAR no full on sabine jedi GOOD

-chop and hera are so precioussss ahdhhsjhfjd 'keep your lid on' 'no i have't gone through you stuff' THE UTTER SASS that little orange menace is capable of oajdjns

-thrawn this thrawn that WHERE IS MY BLUEBERRY I DEMAND TO SEE HIS FACE ALL I WANT IS TO HEAR HIS VOICE AND THEN I COULD DIE HAPPY PLEASEEEEEEEEE I DON'T WANT TO WAIT WEEKS UNTILL HE'LL FINALLY POP ON THE SCREEN (even tho that's exactly what i'm gonna do :*) )

Worthy additions:

-the pace is a bit slow, like a little TOO SLOW you kind of feel the need to drag the plot on like yeah atmosphere and cool music and let's do a 360 of the scenary ruins cool stuff SURE but also A LITTLE MORE ACTION AND ACTUAL PLOT PLEASEEE that would be cool (at least it doesn't feel like doing the main quest in a video game I'M LOOKING AT YOU MANDALORIAN)

-i'm gonna say it IT FEELS STAR WARS like YES this has that sw feel not like the mando this is more towards the vibe of the movies (not a lot but enought that i could sense it) but also more dark kind of??? And more dramatic like PAHH prolonged shot of a ch just looking around PAAHH lightsaber fight PAHHH more drama just in the music and someone walking towards something PAHHH just a full minute or 2 of sabine on her speeder bike with rock music in the background... it feels more modern in a way?? More minimalistic i dare say

-HERA FUCKING SYNDULLA i enyoyed watching you be a mom/therapist for sabine and ahsoka

-shin my homosexual nonjedi you are just a sight for sore eyes

-baylan backstory WHEN

-morgan as in MORGANA as in THE WITCH I'm not complaining THRAWN CALLS TO ME THROUGH SPACE AND TIME shiiiiit the blueberry's not some mistique legendary mithical creature and force sensitive to CALL TO YOU my gorgeous witch he just has dat kind of brain that makes him so good at what he does i don't even know why he would even want to rejoin the ex imps like WASN'T HE LOYAL TO THE CHISS WASN'T HE A PROTECTOR A GUARDIAN WASN'T EVERYTHING HE DID ULTIMATELY TO HELP SAVE THE CHISS FROM ANY THREATH??? So ummmm WHY??

-SHORT HAIR SABINE YES

-I WANT A LOTH CAT SO BAD THEY LOOK FUCKING AMAZING ON SCREEN LIKE ALBDJAJHD

That's it ig:)))

[starrysnowdrop]

"I'll be back soon, I promise." Hali/Aymeric

((Yay, more Hali and Aymeric fluffy stuff!! Thank you so much for the prompt @lavenderrosewrites!! 🥰💖))

Hali x Aymeric bonding Part 2! Continued from this snippet HERE!

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

Mentions of @traveler-of-light’s Astrid!

((This got a bit long, so it’s under the cut! 👇))

After Aymeric finished the orange juice Hali had given him when he initially awoke, she went and got them both some tea, with some birch syrup as he had requested, along with some biscuits for them to munch on as Aymeric slowly got his energy and strength up.

The lord commander looked to his lalafellin companion, who was looking particularly anxious, for reasons unknown. But before he could ask her about it himself, Hali spoke up first.

“Sooooo, ummmm…”

“Yes?”

Hali put down her half eaten biscuit and fidgeted in her seat, not looking at him directly in the eyes. “I don’t mean to pry too much, but something has been on my mind.”

Aymeric put down his tea cup and awaited her next words.

“Is it alright if I ask you something… personal?”

“Certainly, my friend. What do you wish to know?”

“Astrid has told me that you and her were childhood friends, and I can see that you both are quite close…”

Aymeric’s eyes widened. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting her to ask, but that certainly wasn’t it. It threw him off guard, and he thought to himself momentarily before responding with a smile.

“Yes, I’ve known her for most of my life, and she has ever been a steadfast, loyal friend, whom I can always count on if I am in need of her assistance.”

Hali’s sea green eyes lowered to the tea cup in her hand, with an even more anxious look. “I see… uhhhh… I…”

Aymeric smiled warmly at her, replying in a soft, soothing tone to try and put her at ease. “Hali, feel free to speak plain. We are here as friends, not as a Warrior of Light and the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Hali was finally able to look back at Aymeric. She sighed deeply. “Alright then. I was just curious if you both are, well, more than friends?”

When Hali saw Aymeric’s mouth fall open, she began waving her arms frantically and hid her flushed face. “If that’s too private I apologize!”

Aymeric was stunned at his companion, as normally no one would dare ask such a deeply personal question to his face, especially as straightforward, direct, and bluntly as she did. Well, no one outside of Estinien at any rate.

What was even more surprising to him was that he wasn’t upset about the question at all. Only intensely curious why she had wanted to know, or why she didn’t ask Astrid about it instead. There was also something about Hali that made him feel at ease in her presence, and before he even knew it himself, he was answering her with full honesty.

“No, it’s alright. And no, we are not, nor have Astrid and I ever been more than friends at any time in the past. Though, I will admit, that for some time, I had wished for more. But I have since been focused solely on my duty, and have put those distractions aside.”

It was Hali’s turn to be stunned, as her hands flew up to cover her mouth. “Really?! Have you ever told Astrid your feelings?!”

Aymeric chuckled. “I have never told her directly, no. Hints, at times. But I am no fool. I know that her heart doesn’t belong with me. I only wish for her happiness, and hope that she finds it out there on her travels.”

“Wow… I never would’ve thought…”

“Hmm?”

Hali waved her arms energetically and Aymeric could see a glint of joy in her eyes as she proclaimed, “How can Astrid overlook such a wonderful man like you?! I’d be the luckiest and happiest girl in the world if someone like you cared for me like that!”

His heart practically leapt out of his chest and his breath caught in his throat. Did she truly mean that? Did she really think that highly of him, or was she just trying to make him feel better? Either way, it took him a moment to recover from the emotional shock of her words’ effect on him. Awkwardly, he answered her with a beaming smile.

“Uhhh, well, thank you for the kind words, Hali. It is much appreciated.”

Aymeric then smirked at the pink haired lalafell, who noticed the change in his countenance and was actively curious. “Yet that is most surprising to me.”

“Huh?”

“Do you not have a paramour out there? Now that’s quite hard to fathom.”

Hali’s face turned bright red and she almost choked on her tea, clumsily gulping the liquid down before erupting into a fit of laughter. “Ha! Me, romance?! That’s funny! I’m the one who is always the friend and never the object of their affections! Why, I would call myself the Mayor of the Friendzone!”

She grinned as she tapped her chest, which earned a deep frown from the elezen.

“Why would you ever think such a thing?!” Aymeric exclaimed.

Hali waved her arms excitedly, as she dramatically acted out her personal plight. “Because it’s true! I’ve never had anyone confess their undying love to me! Long have I pined away for my crushes, only for them to constantly make goo-goo eyes at my friends! It’s exhausting!”

Aymeric couldn’t help himself but to laugh. He could relate, that much was certainly plain. Aymeric took a sip of his tea and stared at his companion with smiling eyes.

“Perhaps you are looking for love in the wrong places. You never know, for the love of your life might be right under your nose, and you just haven’t realized it yet.”

Hali stared back, her eyes glistening. She asked softly, “You really think so?”

Aymeric nodded. “I do.”

The two stared at each other, their breaths caught in the silence, with only the faint sound of the wind brushing against the windowpane and the crackling of embers from the fireplace down the hall.

Hali was the one to break the silence with joyful intonation. “Well, in that case…”

She raised her tea cup to make a toast, which prompted Aymeric to raise his cup in turn. “Here’s to both of us finding love in the right place this time!”

“Here here!”

The two tea cups clinked together and they both downed their tea in unison. Hali then went to pour them more tea, but no liquid flowed from the pot.

“Oh, all out of tea! And we are running low on biscuits too! Let me go make some more.”

With that, Hali hopped down from her chair and grabbed the tray with the teapot and the plate of biscuits.

As she turned to leave the room, Aymeric called to her, “Hali?” When the lalafell turned back to face him, he continued, “Will you be gone long? I have many more questions to ask you about yourself, if you would permit me.”

Hali beamed. “Of course, Aymeric! I’ll be back soon, I promise. And with some more tea and biscuits!“

As she then turned and walked out of his infirmary room, Aymeric couldn’t stop himself from smiling to himself. Though he was still in a lot of pain from his wounds, he was genuinely happy. Happier than he had been in a long time.

[melobin]

hello so update I confronted that person who betrayed me and I expected it to go so bad… but they sincerely (very sincerely) apologised and asked what they could do to make it up to me. I’m shocked and amazed. They know they’re on thin mf ice and that I’m still mad but wow what a start.

How are you feeling now btw? Hopefully a bit better? I hope you’re eating well too. Being sick is horrid. I assume you’re from a place where it’s currently winter so I also hope you’re staying warm! So important if you’re sick ☹️

I’m melting at the moment, it was 43 degrees Celsius on Wednesday, 45 on Thursday and 43 again yesterday. Australian summer is not for me. I also just came back from Japan and South Korea where it was in the negative temps which was great but I’m feeling the heat extra bad.

I actually am living for all the asks about athlete riize ummmm like any sport pls give me. I can so picture wonbin as some sort of ice prince, he’d look so nice. Those pants they wear hugging his slutty waist? Phenomenal. Ugh.

Also I was the anon who asked for the roommate riize getting off fake texts and they were PERFECTION MWAH.

I’m sorry this ask has been so long but whenever u feel better, ik ur writing riize as porn cliches but would u ever write riize as just like cliche cliches? Cos I’m kind of dying for a riize truth or dare fic. The most brain rotting fic I’ve ever read was one where reader was dared to give haechan a lap dance HA HA HA H GAH🫨🫨🫨🫨 or 7 mins in heaven w nervous riize member eeeee

Anyway. Sorry for the essay. I love being an anon. WOOOO pls feel better

-🎠

hi my lovely !!! i’ve been waiting to hear off you 🥹 i’m glad that it went well and i’m glad you’re guarding and protecting yourself!!! take all the time you need to feel okay with that person again, please don’t feel pressured into forgiving them too soon but i’m glad it went well !!!

i’m still sick 💔 i’ve been sleeping really badly because of it too life’s not going well right now 😭 and 40 celsius weather ?????? i would absolutely die you’re so much stronger than i am.

i’m glad you liked the texts !!!! potentially in the future id look into doing riize as cliche cliches !! i need to get through the porn series first tho😭 trying to get back into writing but my brain is so broken right now 💔💔

[dangermousie]

I forgot how much I wanted to murder Evanjalin in the beginning of that series.

“I am gonna get you sent as a condemned slave to the mines with no warning in hopes this will further my restoration plan” is…ummmm.

The thing is, on reread I know and get her deep trauma and drive and need for vengeance and justice. But it still does not sit well with me, and never will. I both get why Finnikin gets over it and yet can never fully get over it myself.

The thing is, Finnikin x Evanjalin/Isaboe is very much the gender-reversed trope of sunshine girl x deeply fucked up hardened dude. And unlike fucked up x fucked up set up (see Warner x Juliette in Shatter Me, Dred x Jael in Dred Queen or even Froi x Quintana in this very series, not to mention 10x other stories) which is my favorite ship set up ever, the problem with sunshine x fucked up always becomes "well, I see what the fucked up one gets out of it, but how about the sunshine one?" In a lot of stories this gets circumvented by the fact that the mess is actually providing physical protection (the usual this is a dangerous environment/someone wants sunshine one dead/etc set up.) But Marchetta does not make it this easy here - Finnikin can fight just fine and he does not need protection from Isaboe (who cannot offer it anyway.) In fact, all the danger he faces is BECAUSE of Isaboe. The author thrusts it in your face and dares you to understand how trauma and desperation and cause can make people ugly and desperate and do all sorts of awful things. When I first read the trilogy, I ended up liking both Isaboe and Isaboe x Finnikin but it took me a very long time to get there and this is such an interesting thing. She is a person who will always put her cause above any person (even at the very end, if it came to cause v Finnikin, we know what she’d pick) and it’s a rare set up.

PS AAAAAAA Trevanion!!!! Our first glimpse of present day Trevanion.

Trevanion, Daddy of Finnikin and Daddy in every sense of that term.

He is actually probably my favorite character in this series (except Froi.) I find his character (and Lady Beatriss) such a heartbreaking deconstruction of a perfect warrior, perfect knight, perfect commander with a perfect oath and a perfect chivalric love story with a perfect lady. And then it's all destroyed in the most horrifying, brutal, prolonged, thorough way. And he's left alive and then what...

Out of all the happy endings in this series, I honestly find his and Beatriss' the most heartbreakingly hard won. They have some of the worst trauma but also unlike a lot of the other characters, they are not young and also they remember many years of peace and happiness and "before" so it's harder to adjust because of that as well.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@rubidusmagnet​​ asked: The tension in the bar had finally escalated to the brink. A serrated blade floated dangerously close to the jugular of one asshole that couldn't keep his damn mouth shut and further scraps threatened the rest of the bar staff that looked stupid enough to interfere.

" So you think women become pirates for shits an' giggles huh?"

The tip of the knife followed the movement of the man's adams apple as he swallowed nervously. Kid's dangerous smile dared the man to speak further of the shit he'd been on all night, but it seemed he now lacked the balls to do so. A shame really.

He truly loathed anyone who spoke badly of his crew but including the members of others in the same building? A real dumbass decision to be sure, and one that likely wasn't going to let the bartender continue on tending for the rest of the night let alone his life.

(ummmm have this I guess?)

When Ikkaku had walked into the bar maybe an hour before, she had immediately assumed she’d end up in a fight with the Kid Pirates. It was pretty much the routine between the two Worst Generation crews, though Ikkaku hadn’t really been in the mood for it. She’d been looking forward to getting to relax and have a drink in peace.

Yet surprisingly, before anyone would stir the pot, the female members of Kid’s crew had called her over to join them for a drink, and the men had paid her no mind beyond a nod. Perhaps they figured since it was just her, there was no point in a brawl. She was just fine with that, and Hip, Boogie, and Quincy turned out to be pretty damn cool to chat with.

By her second glass of rum, however, she absolutely understood why they’d invited her to join them. Solidarity. Because there was an idiot behind the bar who was talking shit about female pirates. Saying stuff like how they were weak, just in the game to get attention from men. At first she wondered why the female Kid Pirates weren’t shutting him up, but she quickly realized they simply didn’t think he was worth it. He was a dumb civilian whose opinion meant nothing to them.

They knew their value just as much as she did. Ikkaku could respect that, and he wasn’t the one serving their drinks. Hell, she wondered if he realized they were part of the same crew as the Kid Pirates. Maybe that was why he felt bold enough to comment.

By the end of her third drink, though, the guy was getting even more obnoxious by the minute, and she had just about had enough. Especially when he’d decided to comment about how female pirates were basically glorified prostitutes. But Quincy put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from seated, and she quickly discovered why.

Eustass Kid was apparently just as sick of the bartender’s shit as she was. Ikkaku couldn’t say she disapproved, though. Besides, a guy like that would probably only learn his lesson if it came from another man. Especially one with a violent streak as wide as Kid’s.

While torture wasn’t exactly her favorite thing to watch, Ikkaku could still appreciate watching Kid make a dumbass regret his words, and she’d be foolish to try and stop him anyway. Plus, he was standing up for his crew. It was the right of any captain to get his point across that disrespect for his people would not be tolerated.

“Pity this place doesn’t serve popcorn,” Ikkaku said, watching the bartender wet himself. “Feel like this could be one hell of a show.”

[humanpurposes]

UMMMM first of all how dare you. i swear no one does jealous aemond like you 😍

and i’ve had the time of my life playing in the background is sending me 😭😭😭

Our Last Summer (modern!HOTD)

part 5 of 10 || series masterlist || previous part

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: A date with Will Tyrell doesn't exactly go as planned.

word count: 5.0k

rating: Mature/Explicit/18+

warnings below the cut!

warnings: language, substance use, degradation, some praise, pussy slapping, pussy spitting, fingering, p in v, hand over mouth, exhibitionism, choking

note: hope you enjoy my loves!!

dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

as always, comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated but not expected

You wake with an ache between your thighs and your hand fisting the sheets beside you. Aemond must have left sometime during the night.

No sleepovers. Rule number one. 

You unclench your fist, letting the silk sheets slip through your fingertips, before pushing yourself into a sitting position. Sunshine pours through the French doors, the storm from the previous night long gone. 

You don’t know when Aemond left, you must have fallen asleep before him. The last thing you remember is finalizing the rules of your….arrangement. 

“I usually establish boundaries,” Aemond said, “Guidelines that both parties are satisfied with.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. He always sounds so clinical. 

“Do this a lot, do you?” you asked, but he shrugged off the comment.

“You don’t need to know about my past encounters, and I don’t need to know about yours,” he’d told you. His violet and blue gaze was piercing. 

“Fine,” you’d agreed.

“I do think we should both be tested,” he shared, matter-of-factly, “I was recently, but I’ll go again so you can have a copy of my results.”

“You’d do that?” you asked, brows furrowed.

“That’s my standard,” he answered, “And if you ever are comfortable with fucking without a condom it's a non-negotiable for me.”

“Same,” you’d agreed, “I’ll make an appointment this week.”

You’d spent some time bickering, as you and Aemond often did.

“What are your other rules?” you’d asked, “Since you’re such an expert.” 

“No feelings,” he said automatically, causing you to snort.

“No problem,” you’d answered.

“No other partners,” he continued, ignoring the jab, “I don’t share.”

A small shiver rolled through you at his possessive tone. Your eyes flickered to your phone, thinking of Will Tyrell’s message. 

“Sounds great!” you’d responded to his text. 

“No sleepovers,” he said, “Aftercare, of course, but no spending the entire night together.”

“Understandable,” you’d agreed, though you hated to admit how comfortable you’d felt in his arms. You were nestled against him now, snuggled into his chest with one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, the other tracing lazy circles on your thigh. 

“We’re fucking for the summer,” Aemond said, moving suddenly off of the bed. 

“Where are you going?” you asked as he left the room, the sound of thunder booming through the walls of the house.

He returned a moment later, illuminated in the doorway by a flash of lightning, a box of condoms in his hands. He tossed them to you, and you caught them as he closed the door. You raise an eyebrow, surprised he wants to go again so soon. Aemond walks to the edge of the bed, curling his hand around your ankle, dragging you forward. 

“When summer ends, this ends,” he says, kneeling between your legs at the foot of the bed, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, “Agreed?”

Your breathing picks up as you feel his breath against your core.

“Agreed,” you tell him, as his mouth descends on you. 

When summer ends, this ends. 

Your reminiscing of the night is short-lived, as a knock comes from your door, a second before it opens, revealing Helaena. You pull your shirt down, covering your bare thighs to make you somewhat decent. You frown at her as she plops onto the bed. 

“No, come in,” you tease and she purses her lips.

“Dude that storm was intense,” she said, pulling her legs up to sit in a criss-cross position, leaning her elbows on her knees, “Sorry our plans got wrecked.”

“We can make edibles tonight?” you suggested, causing her to smile.

“Always down for that,” she said with a snicker.

“Guess what,” you tell her, “Will texted me. We have a date on Friday.”

“What’re you doing?” Helaena asks, after letting out a squeal of excitement.

“Outdoor movie? They’re showing Dirty Dancing,” you told her. 

“Great movie,” Helaena says, kissing her fingertips in a chef’s kiss fashion, “Maybe I’ll force Egg to go with me, Aemond hates that cheesy shit. Speaking of….” she trails off for a moment, eying the shirt you’re wearing. 

Your cheeks flush, suddenly remembering it's his. 

“Was my brother nice to you?” Helaena asks.

“Yeah…um, we didn’t really talk. I spent most of the night up here,” you tell her.

Not a complete lie. After establishing the rules you’d spent the rest of the night in the guest room. Sure Aemond was with you for most of that. On top of you. Below you. Behind you.

You blink rapidly at the memory.

“Mhmm,” Helaena says, eyes narrowing, “Alone?”

“Yup,” you tell her, cracking a small smile.

Helaena reaches forward, slapping your thigh with the palm of her hand. You yelp in surprise at the burn her hand leaves, mouth opening in shock.

“Your pants are on fire!” Helaena teases, a smile dancing on her lips. 

“I’m not wearing pants!” you comment snidely as Helaena makes a face. 

She tilts her head, eyes flickering between you and something on the floor. Helaena raises her eyebrows. You follow her gaze, eyes landing on a discarded condom wrapper on the floor. Shit, you’d forgotten that one.

“Oh…” you begin.

“Yeah oh,” Helaena says with a snicker, “Figured that would happen. You two clearly have chemistry.”

“We do not have chemistry,” you object, “We can’t stand each other.”

“Oh yeah?” Helaena says, arching a brow, “From the look on your face, that wasn’t the only condom used. You must hate each other sooo much.”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as she pokes you in the side. 

“You’re not like, weirded out?” you ask, “I mean, he’s your brother after all.”

“I don’t dictate who my brothers fuck, that sounds like a lot of work,” Helaena says with a chuckle, “Besides. You’re a much better option than Floris Baratheon.”

You can’t help the curiosity that’s been eating away at you. 

“What’s wrong with Floris?” you ask, brows creasing together.

“Classic mean girl,” Helaena tells you, “I just know hooking up with Aemond went to her head. Which made it all the more satisfying when you told me he’d dumped her ass.” 

Your glaze falls to your hands, as you play with the hem of your shirt. Floris had seemed pretty solid until that morning at the country club. You can hardly blame her for being heartbroken, Aemond seems like a bit of a player.

“C’mon,” Helaena says, standing, “Breakfast, then boating? I think Luke’s taking a test drive but we can go swimming or something. Meet with Bae so you can tell her all the dirty details.”

“Sounds good,” you tell her as she leaves the room, saluting you. 

You meet her downstairs once you’re dressed, where a buffet-style breakfast waits for you. Aegon stands in front of two identical silver trays filled with eggs steaming, his hair ruffled as though he’d just woken up, clad in a pair of basketball shorts. 

“What’s the prob?” Helaena asks, using her hip to move him out of the way. 

“Are they the same?” he asks, voice rough from sleep, “They look the same.”

“Cheesy, no cheese,” Helaena says, pointing right and left. She chooses the scoop for the cheesy eggs. 

“Mhmm,” Aegon says, rubbing his eyes, finally looking at you, “Oh hey.”

“Morning,” you say with a small smile. 

You wonder when he got in. Or if he’d always been home. His eyes give nothing away. 

The hair on the back of your neck stands up, as another presence enters the kitchen. 

“Aem, there’s cheesy eggs,” Helaena says with a grin, handing you the spatula.

“I’m making an omelet,” Aemond says. 

“Of course, you are,” Helaena rolls her eyes. 

Aemond moves past you, not saying anything to you. You can feel him brush against your back, his crotch pressing against your ass as he squeezes by. You can feel the outline of his cock press against you and you drop the spatula, sending it clattering against the marble counter. 

Aegon flicks an eyebrow at you, before grabbing some toast and walking over to the table. 

“Butterfingers,” Helaena teases, eyes flickering between you and Aemond.

Aemond barely glances up as he reaches for a carton of egg whites in the fridge. Annoyance gnaws at your insides. You understood the rules, they make sense in the grand scheme of things. But it still feels icky to be ignored completely after sleeping with him. 

Helaena grabs a couple slices of bacon, before plopping down next to Aegon. 

“You wanna see a movie?” Helaena asks him.

“What movie?” Aegon grumbles.

“Dirty Dancing, it’s playing in the park,” Helaena tells him.

“Ask Y/N,” Aegon says with a yawn. 

“She’s got a date,” Helaena says with a smirk, “Besides, it’ll be fun. We can smoke and make fun of people.”

Aegon nods, seeming pleased with that plan. Your eyes flicker to Aemond, who now stands at the stove. His face reveals nothing as he adds butter to the pan. Of course, it doesn’t matter, you’re just fuck buddies after all. You join Helaena at the table, taking a bite of toast. 

Aemond continues to silently cook, and when he’s finished he brings his meal outside to sit in the sun. You nearly roll your eyes at his obvious avoidance. Aegon looks up from his food, following your gaze. 

“Oh shit,” he says with a chuckle, “You’re in for it now.”

“What’s that mean?” you ask, looking away from where Aemond sits.

Aegon just grins, shaking his head slightly as you all continue to eat.

“What time is Will picking you up?” Baela asked from her bed, as you raided her closet for an outfit. 

You’d been searching forever while she scrolled through Tik Tok, various sounds filling the room. You’d had all week to pick out an outfit but somehow ended up choosing at the last moment. 

“Eight,” you told her.

“Not sailing.”

“No, he’s driving,” you told her, “But we’ll probably take his boat back.”

It was about low tide, just the time when the road appeared connecting Driftmark, Dragonstone, and King’s Landing. You could only travel by car when the tide was low enough. You pulled out a light blue dress, holding it up to show Baela. 

“No,” she said, nose scrunching, “What about that red one you bought?”

She was referring to the sundress you bought a few days ago. It caught your eye in a boutique window while out with Sara and Baela. You hurry to your room to try it on, before returning for Baela’s approval.

“You don’t think it’s too…simple?” you ask, giving her a little twirl. 

Simple spaghetti strap red dress, with little yellow flowers on it. Cute. Nice. You raise your eyebrows expectantly. Baela sits up, beckoning you towards the bed, cocking her head. 

“I think it’s cute,” she says, agreeing with your inner monologue, “Perfect for a movie date. With Will Tyrell. You know his mother like owns Home & Garden magazine?”

“Damn,” you say, eyebrows raising in shock. 

“She’s won Most Perfect Lawn for the past ten years,” Baela continues, “Insane behavior. No one cares about tulips as much as Mrs. Tyrell.”

You let out a laugh, choosing a necklace to wear. You meet Baela’s eyes through the mirror as you fiddle with the clasp. 

“What’re you going to do tonight?” you ask, putting on some earrings as well. 

“Call Sara, maybe just stay in,” she says with a shrug, “I’ll think of something.”

“You always do,” you say, turning to face her, “How do I look?”

“Gorgeous, as always,” Baela says with a grin, “Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Not very sound advice,” you tease, and she opens her mouth in feigning offense.

“Rudeness!” she scolds but smiles as she says so, “I’m glad you’re going out with Will, he’s nice.”

You purse your lips, applying some chapstick. Baela had been pushing for Will to pull through since you told her about you and Aemond hooking up. Her eyebrows had shot up to her hairline, jaw on the floor when you’d told her. 

“Yeah, he seems nice,” you agreed, and she smiled happily. 

“Your pussy, do what you want,” she began, “But I think he’s the safer option.”

You smile at her concern. Baela’s always been one to look out for you. 

“I know, Bae. It’s just some fun,” you assure her.

“Just be careful, okay?” Baela says softly, “Aemond’s….a lot.”

You want to press her on what that means, but Rhaenys knocks on the door alerting you of Will’s arrival on the island. 

Will Tyrell had pulled up to Driftmark in a dark gray Tesla. You knew his family had money, seemingly everyone from this town did, but it was still a bit of a shock. You couldn’t stop looking at the ceiling, which was completely made of glass revealing the purpling sky. 

“Have you seen Dirty Dancing?” Will asked, attempting to make small talk.

What a stupid question.

You held your tongue, despite yourself. 

He was cute after all; dressed in a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. He’s gained a bit of a tan since the last time you’d seen him, and his chocolate curls hung around his face. 

And it wasn’t like Aemond was going to take you on a date. The guy had barely spoken to you since your rendezvous a few nights ago. You weren’t even convinced the arrangement was still on. Maybe you’d had a super immersive fever dream caused by the thunderstorms that had rolled through and imagined the whole thing.

Of course, you hadn’t imagined it, and this was confirmed when you went downtown and got tested, as promised, sending him your results revealing no sexually transmitted infections. He’d sent you a thumbs-up emoji in response, before sending his own results, next to a clock. Like a fucking ransom picture. 

So the cold shoulder was just him being a douche. Why should you expect anything else? 

It made you feel even better about agreeing to your date with Will. 

Aemond truly didn’t care about anything with you besides sex. There was nothing to lose by going on a little date. 

Will turns into the park, which you’d only seen a handful of times walking through King’s Landing. The parking lot was already filled with cars as packs of people headed down a grassy hill toward a large screen far off in the distance. 

“Wow,” you said, as Will parked the car.

“It’s pretty nice,” Will agrees, “I mean, drive-ins are cool too, but I think this is more fun.”

“This is awesome,” you agree.

You get out of the car, helping him with the two beach chairs and blanket he brought. He leads you through the path of cars before the ground begins to dip.

“Careful,” he cautions as you begin to make your way down the hill.

It’s steep, leading to a grassy field where people have already started to make themselves comfortable on picnic blankets, and chairs with groups of their friends. You and Will pick a spot, when you hear someone whistle at you. You look up and see Helaena, seated to your left about 50 feet away. She smiles as she waves, wearing sunglasses and a hoodie. 

You can’t help but laugh. Very incognito of her. Aegon sits next to her, a bucket of popcorn in his lap. She whispers something in his ear, causing him to laugh loudly. You almost wish you were over there with them; Helaena is so fun to be around. You watch them for a moment when you notice a third person seated next to them.

Aemond. 

Blood rushes to your face as Helaena says something to him as well. He doesn’t laugh like Aegon, but he does quirk a small smile at whatever Helaena says, before meeting your gaze across the sea of people.

“Want any snacks?” Will asks, and you tear your gaze from Aemond’s.

“What?” you ask, meeting Will’s soft brown eyes. 

“There’s a concession stand if you want anything. My treat,” he offers with a kind grin.

You return his smile, but your eyes keep looking behind him toward Aemond. He seems to notice, following your gaze.

“Oh, Helaena,” he says, waving. Helaena returns his wave. “She’s awesome. My lab partner in high school. She’s smart as hell.”

“Yeah, she’s great,” you agree, watching Aemond’s lips part as he tilts his head to the side slightly. Like he’s amused or something, it sends a shiver down your spine. “I’d love some popcorn.”

“Yeah?” Will says, standing, “Be right back.”

You force yourself to look forward as he walks away, but you can feel Aemond’s stare burning a hole in the side of your face. Even when Will returns and the movie begins, you can still feel him watching you. 

Will reaches for your hand a little more than halfway through, and you let him. You like how it feels; his palm is a bit rough with callouses. Not as warm as Aemond. He held your hand last night, during your second round. Lacing his fingers through yours and pressing your hands into the mattress while he-

You drop Will’s hand suddenly, a wave of arousal making goosebumps appear on your arms. Will notices, eyebrows concaving together with concern.

“You cold?” he asks.

“Just a little,” you tell him.

“I have a sweatshirt in the car, I can get it-” he says, motioning to stand.

“No, no,” you insist, “I can go, you went and got the snacks.”

“You sure? It’s no problem,” he says, eyes wide and full of good intentions.

You need a minute alone anyway, you can’t think with the feeling of Aemond’s eyes on you. You’re being a weirdo and worry that Will can sense it. 

“I’ll be back in a sec,” you assure him.

“It’s open,” he tells you and you head up the hill. 

You make your way out of the crowd, and back up the steep hill. You actually enjoy the burning sensation in your calves, it distracts from how flustered you are. Why was Aemond even here? Helaena said it herself he hates this cheesy shit. Hates everything to do with romance. Love. Affection. Human decency. 

Whatever. 

You laugh to yourself bitterly as you find Will’s car nestled in the middle of the lot. Several other cars have parked forming a few rows behind his car. You open the doors seeing Will’s sweatshirt laying across the back seat. 

You reach for the sweatshirt, pulling it to your face. It smells like clean laundry detergent. Not an unpleasant smell, but it doesn’t make your heart race or your pulse quicken. Not like-

Stop that. 

As you close the door to Will’s car you notice Aemond, leaning casually against the hood. You gasp, slightly shocked at his appearance. You didn’t hear him approach. You straighten up, holding the sweatshirt in your arms. It’s like you fucking summoned him. Aemond’s violet eye watches you carefully.

“What?” you question, taking a step toward him. 

Aemond doesn’t speak, just pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You sigh dramatically at the continued silent treatment.

“You back to not speaking to me? Fine,” you move to walk by him, continuing back to the movie with Will. Where you belong.

But your feet stop and you turn on your heels, not done with him.

“You know what? No,” you tell him, crossing your arms, “You’re not going to just fuck me, and then treat me like shi-” Your words are cut short as Aemond takes one long stride towards you, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you flush against him; silencing you with a bruising kiss. 

Your words dissolve into a moan against his mouth as he brings his free hand to cup your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed as he deepens the kiss, hand moving from your waist to grab at your ass. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to him. 

Aemond allows this for a moment, kissing you harshly, before removing your arms from his neck and pulling away. He looks down at you, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip before he turns you around. You turn your head to look at him as he steps forward, forcing your body against the hood of the car. 

“One night and I fuck you stupid already?” Aemond growls, pushing you against the hood of the car, “I thought I made myself perfectly clear.”

Heat pools in your lower belly at his angry tone, a dull ache beginning to throb between your legs.

“Aemond,” you hiss, lifting your head as he lifts your dress, “Someone could see.”

“Everyone else is engaged with the movie,” he assures, long fingers looping over the bands of your panties and pulling them down your legs, “Look at that.”

You can feel his hand trailing a path back up your leg, between your thighs until meeting your wet center.

“Already wet for me,” he murmurs, before delivering a harsh slap to your pussy that steals the breath from your lungs. You gasp as he rubs his fingers along your dripping folds. 

“Or is it for your little date?” he sneers. 

Your cheeks flush. He is mad. 

“That’s what this is about?” you hiss, voice practically a whisper, “Aemond it’s not like I’m fucking him.”

“You’ve broken the rules,” Aemond sing-sings, slipping the tip of his finger into your aching center. 

“You said no fucking anyone else,” you try to keep your voice firm, but it ends in more of a whine as he sinks his finger deeper inside of you, “I didn’t think-”

“No,” he cuts you off, finger stroking that sensitive rough spot right behind your pelvic bone, “No you didn’t think at all, did you?”

A sharp whine leaves your lips as you convulse as he caresses your g-spot, pressing yourself harder against the hood of Will Tyrell’s Tesla. 

“Aemond,” you whine, “You don’t even speak to me-” You’re cut off by a partially rough curl of his long fingers. 

His opposite hand winds its way into your hair, yanking your head off the hood, and making you arch your back.

“Don’t be a fucking baby, and take it,” he growls in your ear.

Your toes are pushing off the ground, pressing the curve of your stomach against the hood as your shins shake from the effort. Your hands seek purchase on the hood of the car, sticking slightly from the humidity and the sheen of sweat that has broken out across your body. 

You can hear the squelching sounds of Aemond’s fingers moving in and out of your soaked pussy, and your gaze looks wildly around the crowded lot. You’re alone, completely, everyone down the hill is engrossed with the movie. The anticipation of being caught sends adrenaline shooting through your veins like lightning, heightening the pleasure Aemond draws from your center. 

His lips move against your neck, teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, causing you to cry out. As soon as you do, he removes his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. 

“Greedy, greedy girl,” he scolds, letting go of your hair, bringing his hand down your spine. He pushes gently on your lower back, pressing your front completely on the hood of the car.

Your body relaxes, feet firmly planted on the ground once more as you hear Aemond unbuckle his belt. 

“You okay with no condom?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Yes,” you breathe, body thrumming with anticipation. 

Aemond presses against you; you can feel the head of his cock spreading apart your slick folds, before sinking into you. You shudder as he bottoms out, an immense rush of pleasure overtaking you as he stretches you open.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Aemond groans, pulling his hips back and thrusting into you, “So warm, and wet for me.” He thrusts into you again, pressing you harder against the hood of the car. 

Fire pools in your belly as he continues his harsh thrusts into your throbbing center. You moan, pressing your cheek against the hood of the car, even as he shushes you. 

“Ae-mond,” you whimper, the words punctuated by each merciless thrust he delivers. 

“This is what happens,” he snarls, snapping his hips against you. You can feel the muscles of his abdomen press against your ass with how deep and hard he presses into you. 

Each thrust is calculated, with brutal precision. He’s fucking you deep, nearly removing his cock completely each time before slamming back in. Your legs shake, barely able to hold yourself up as his fingers dig into your hips. 

“Keep that mouth shut,” he orders as you moan his name again, “You want everyone to hear don’t you?”

You try, you really do but you can’t help it. Another garbled moan, a mixture of the syllables that make up his name escapes you, and he’s had enough. 

Aemond pulls out of you suddenly, roughly turning you on your back. His hands move underneath your thighs, pushing you up further on the hood. Aemond drops one of your thighs, bringing his hand to his cock. He strokes his shaft once before tapping the head of his cock on your clit, rubbing it between your folds and spitting directly on your pussy. 

“You do, don’t you?” he asks, sinking into you once more as your mouth drops open in shock at the lewd action.

You’re completely at his mercy now, one leg strewn over his shoulder, the other held in his large hand. Aemond brings his free hand to cover your mouth as he returns to his brutal pace.

“You want everyone to hear who’s fucking you,” he taunts, “Who’s giving this pretty pussy just what it needs, huh?”

You’re in a haze of pleasured shock at his words, the way his cock feels fucking you raw, the way his hand completely muffles the ungodly sounds you’re making. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you watch his abs contract with each thrust. The look in his eye is something else. He’s no longer that stoic figure, fading into the background of the Targaryen household.

A cocky smirk appears on his face as he takes in your glazed-over, pleading eyes. 

“Who’s fucking you?” he growls, moving the hand that was planted on your mouth down to rest around your throat. 

He smiles an open-mouthed grin as your eyes widen, and your pussy clenches around him. 

“C’mon you wanted to use that pretty voice a minute ago,” he taunts, “Now tell me who’s fucking you.”

Your prolonged moan is nothing more than a breathy whine as he tightens his grip on your throat, almost in tandem with the strokes of his beautiful cock sliding in and out of your pussy. Your eyes are rolling back into your head; You can hear the music from the movie, it’ll be over soon, and people will come back to their cars. You almost don’t care if someone finds you like this, the pleasure within you cresting. You’re so close you want nothing more than Aemond to throw you over the edge like you know he can.

You meet Aemond’s eye again, and he raises an eyebrow at you, still waiting for your answer.

“You,” you whimper.

“Who?” Aemond insists, “Let them know, baby.” He drags his cock out, all the way to the tip, slamming back into you, “Who’s fucking you?”

“Aemond….” you gasp, “Aemond Targaryen.”

“That’s fucking right,” Aemond says, bringing his free hand to your clit. He spits again, before rubbing even circles around the sensitive button, “That’s a good girl.”

“Oh fuck,” you whine, legs shaking as you come.

“That’s a good girl, coming all over my cock,” Aemond says, talking you through it, “Oh she’s so pretty when she comes, huh?” He cups your cheeks, “Such a gorgeous girl.”

He thrusts a few more times, before unsheathing himself, stroking his hard cock and releasing pearly strands of cum on your lower stomach and the skirt of your dress. Aemond and you struggle to regain your breathing, you can hear (I've Had) The Time of My Life beginning to play as Aemond releases your thigh, removing your leg from his shoulder.

You slide off the hood, picking up your panties. You look down at the state of you, his cum rapidly cooling on your lower belly, your dress clinging to it. 

“The fuck am I supposed to do?” you hiss at him. 

Aemond merely smirks, putting his softening cock back into his pants. 

“That’s your punishment,” he tells you nodding.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he says, fixing his belt, “You wanna go out with another guy, this is what you get.”

You reach for the discarded sweatshirt, throwing your arms through it and zipping it up. Luckily, it hides some of the damage Aemond’s left behind. It’s dark out too, Will shouldn’t notice. 

Aemond smirks again, bringing his hand underneath your chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger. 

“I meant it, you know,” he says, stroking your lower lip, “You’re pretty when you come.”

Heat floods your face and you feel your pulse quicken at his words. Aemond looks at you, a moment too long, before dropping his hand and clearing his throat. 

“Better get back down there,” he says, turning to leave.

You watch him go, waiting a few moments to make sure you’re even able to walk.

What the fuck just happened?

You start down the hill on shaky legs, making your way back to Will and plopping down in your chair.

“There you are,” he says, smiling and not suspecting a thing, “Hey, are you going to the carnival next weekend?”

Your eyes move past him, watching Aemond rejoin Helaena and Aegon. Aegon holds out the popcorn to him and he waves him off.

“Umm, carnival?” you ask and Will nods, “Yeah…I’m-” you think for a moment, “I’m going with Helaena actually.”

“Oh,” Will says, “Well maybe we can meet up? Take a ride on the Ferris wheel?”

Aemond meets your eye. That’s a bad idea. You know after tonight it's a bad idea. You bring your gaze back to Will’s hopeful expression.

“Maybe!” you promise, smiling softly. 

Well, maybe not the worst idea.

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[generalwildcat]

Ok I'm having some thoughts on the first episode of season 4....

•I will never get over that brief moment of Official Gay Ryan. It was absolutely beautiful.

•Also I Love Ryan's sparkling tux where can I get one of those??

•Kourtney is channeling Sharpay vibes and I am HERE for it!

•Big Red is abroad HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, HSMTMTS?? I mean, I know it was probably scheduling conflict or something totally logical but we had so little of Big Red in season 3 and we deserve more of him.

•Ok ummmm is Ashlyn having some kind of thing with...or maybe for Maddox now? How did we get to this point I WANT DETAILS.

•WHERE THE HELL IS SEB??? Again, I know, logistics and scheduling conflicts BUT HOW DARE YOU DEPRIVE US OF THE GAY OTP THAT IS SEBLOS. And also HOW DARE YOU DEPRIVE US OF SEB. HE IS A FRICKING GIFT TO OUR SCREENS!

•OG Wildcats are back TELL US WHAT'S HAPPENING IN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 4!

•If you say you wouldn't either scream or faint into a puddle if ANY of the OG Wildcats walked into the room you're a dirty liar.

•BOO-YEAH CHAYLOR STAYS TOGETHER FOR THE WIN MY ORIGINAL OTP!!!!

•What are Troy and Gabriella in couple's therapy for? Does it have anything to do with that dream I had that one time of Gabriella and Sharpay ending up together?

•We get Official Gay Ryan AND Baby Ryan Twins? GIVE ME DETAILS ON THIS FAMILY I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING PLEASE LET THIS BE A SPINOFF.

•Gina and Mack getting off on the wrong foot is DEFINITELY gonna result in some kinda feelings happening there. Classic enemies to lovers trope except that's never gonna fully happen cause they're not gonna break up Ricky and Gina after all this time.

•Everyone's gonna come and say Rina is nauseatingly adorable and the internet's already said they're the new Troy and Gabriella. I'm gonna say, they took Troy and Gabriella to a whole other level.

•Kourtney why the hell would you NOT do the musical? Have you HEARD yourself sing? We already lost Big Red and Seb, we can't lose you, too!

•Ok fine the flashbacks of Ricky and Gina while singing their song is kinda cute. And it's nice to see how far they've come from season one.

•Ashlyn leaving Maddox on read.... Why does that sound like something she told Maddox to do at the beginning of the episode...? I'm conflicted.

•It's the end of the episode and I'm still squealing over Ryan and Chaylor. I'm gonna be squealing about this for at least a month.